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[Spiderking50]

And since the islands are fairly isolated, I guess there wont be any critical mass zombie event.

I'd say go for it then. You've made a good case, I am convinced.

[Rolepgeek]

I'm thinking an insectoid race. Based off locusts and wasps. Or something. While I'm effectively a giant centipede with only one eye, with the Sphere of Consumption(?).

Would a hive mind-esque race work? They might not actually necessarily have a hive mind, just something close to it, and individually they might be fairly dumb save for a few commander/leader types, but they'd breed in large amounts (but in intervals, rather than continuously), and still be fairly good individually. Might not live for the longest amount of time, though. They'd also require a shitton of food to accompany such growth, of course.

[Spiderking50]

I'm thinking an insectoid race. Based off locusts and wasps. Or something. While I'm effectively a giant centipede with only one eye, with the Sphere of Consumption(?).

Would a hive mind-esque race work? They might not actually necessarily have a hive mind, just something close to it, and individually they might be fairly dumb save for a few commander/leader types, but they'd breed in large amounts (but in intervals, rather than continuously), and still be fairly good individually. Might not live for the longest amount of time, though. They'd also require a shitton of food to accompany such growth, of course.

Yes.

EDIT: I not only like all of those things from a story aspect, but they should play out to be interesting.

[Rolepgeek]

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God
Name: Khesh
Sphere: Consumption
Physical description: Khesh appears to be a giant winged centipede, though with rather strange legs, and the ability to bore through solid rock. A glossy black carapace marked by red streaks across it's nearly 15 meter length protects it's back, while it's underbelly is defended by much duller grey chitin. It's single eye is a gleaming red orb set into a blackened green head, above a massive set of jaws, and a pair of pincers a dull orange color, filled with venom. Two stingers, the same color as it's jaws, mark it's tail region, and the legs are a brilliant violet color, though they do not shine.
Personality: Perhaps unusual in a god of eating, Khesh is not mindless, nor is he only concerned with his next meal. Rather, he is concerned with his next many meals. Whatever they may be... He is crafty, cunning, and patient, though he does not take lightly to being forced to miss his dinner. He is also ruthless; everything is food. It is simply a matter of when the food will be ripe. There is, of course, more to consumption than food...but in the end, it's still a form of eating.

Island
Description of region: Once, the Maj had their traditional breeding grounds in a beautiful valley. It would, of course, be scoured until little remained whenever they bred, but it would always grow back once they had moved on. Their corpses made excellent fertilizer, after all. It was a good cycle. But as their numbers grew, less and less was left of the original valley, and it grew back less and less each breeding cycle. Until the Cataclysm. There was nowhere to go. Not for the hatchlings, not before their wings could come in. Not for the castes who were wingless. Even those with wings had to expend so much energy in the flight, and to come back with food...many simply left. And the island held only so much food. They could not survive like this...and they didn't. Not very well. Only one Queen, out of an original five on the island, survived, and their hives fought until only a scant few Maj remained. With so little food, they did what they usually did whenever the breeding cycle was interrupted; they slept. They burrowed into the ground, and hibernated. Now, the island has just begun to recover, in areas. But the Maj are waking.

And they want breakfast.
Reason why it sucks to live here: Large swathes of the island have been reduced to effectively a desert.
Another reason: Filled with giant man-eating voracious insects (aka the Tribe)
Anything else you feel is important: Has been getting closer to some other islands recently, though what they might contain, nobody knows.


Tribe
Race: Maj
Description: A race of large insectoid creatures, they have several castes. The main castes, in order of size, are Drone, Warrior, Prince, and Queen. There are subcastes of these, and roles can overlap, but they usually do not. Their lifespan is dependent on their caste, and whether one counts time spent hibernating. Queens have been known to live for up to 120 years, though around 70 to 80 tends to be more common. Drones usually survive for 10 years or so at most, though Nurse Drones, with little physical labor requirements, can live to the ripe old age of 25. They appear somewhat like a cross between a grasshopper and a hornet or wasp, possibly with hints of mantis and tarantula as well. Color tends to vary based on diet and environment.
Why they live in this awful place: They're the ones who made it awful.
Tribe leader: The Queen
Your priest: The Princess
Culture: The Queen is life. All else is food.
Special aspects: Breed in large batches, rather than continuously. Individual Maj are not very intelligent; smart for an animal, dumb for a sapient. Pheromones, scent trails, and highly adapted communal processes creates something akin to a hive mind, instead, which Queens can direct, as can Princes, to a lesser extent, though it depends on the situation and castes involved.
Anything else you feel is important: They eat a shitton. Not necessarily more than is reasonable for their size, numbers, or energy use, but those are all fairly high. While they can store a lot of food in them, and go for several days without eating, they begin to starve much more quickly than humans do.

EDIT: Not done, but need to post so I can continue from elsewhere
EDIT2: Now I'm done.

[Gryffindork]

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Name: Sheela Goddess of Death
Sphere: Death
Physical description: Female, Slender like bones, eloquent, graceful, simple, neutral in color (grays and blacks and white)
Personality: Fairly neutral. Caring and protective, calm, nurturing. She gives and takes but with no strong feelings.


Description of region before cataclysm: The island is very high up on cliffs of rocky edges leading to dangerous waters. One side of the island is rocks and caves and mountains. A fall in this half would surely mean death and most adventures seem to require a dangerous amount of climbing. The other half is a very thick forest of trees with various night dwelling creatures inside. Going in after nightfall would surely mean death.

Reason why it sucks to live here: Big scary monsters.
Another reason: Monstrous scary rocks


Race: Werefox
Description: Furry orangish fox people. Predominantly female. Herbivores.
Why they live in this awful place: Prefer to live in isolated tribes away from all others. They happened to be inhabiting this forest area when the universe was smashed up.
Tribe leader: Kaira
Your priest : Farrah the Healer
Culture: They see death as a blessing and do not live in fear of it. Where other races may spend their efforts trying to escape death, the Werefoxes spend their time developing strong medicines, inviting new tools, and becoming one with the living and dead things around them. They celebrate birth and death as equally valuable. The men in the tribe play the role of the homemaker and the women do most of the hunting and control their politics. These people try to live as naturally as is reasonable while still making important developments in technology.
Special aspects: Believe that their goddess may reincarnate them if they become incredibly powerful or useful to the world around them.
Anything else you feel is important: They are super cute.

[Rolepgeek]

Alright! Finished!

[Spiderking50]

It looks good to me. A few more players and we'll start.

[DAPARROT]

I would like to join

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god
name:Sullag
Sphere:birds
Description:a large brown chicken with a peacock's tail
Personality:only cares about things that affect his followers

Island
Description:about 2/3 of the island is lush forests and the rest is open fields with many large rocks,has a spring-fed lake that leads to a waterfall off the edge
Reason it sucks:living vines with murderous intent in the forest
Other reason:large eagles that cannot be controlled in any way

Race:Creebs
Description:intelligent chickens that have opposable feet(they act as hands)
Why they live here:the vines and the eagles came to this island when it collided with another one,so they didn't have a choice
Leader:leader is elected every year,but is always female
High priest:is also elected every year,but is always male
Special:as they can only manipulate tools with one limb,they are extremely cooperative

[~Neri]

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God
Name: Fül'Got. Often just referred to as The Fog.
Sphere: Undeath

Physical description: Fog. Exuded from undead. No physical form but awareness anywhere the undead roam or root. Can take direct control of mindless undead and direct them as a horde towards something or can take detailed control of a single mindless undead and use it for complex tasks.

Personality: An all consuming hate for the living. Once It was benevolent. A guardian of the Ruined City. That all changed with the Moon of Blood. Where normal mortals died. The Deity was cursed. They no longer have a physical form. However they guide many a soul back to the Damned Valley. The Living will never escape. Not even in Death. Many Empty Shells roam within his influence. Just waiting for a guiding hand.

Island
Description of region: A land of death and sorrow. A constant, oppressive fog shrouds the land, seemingly leeching the life from the few who still live. No sane man would stay here for long. A ruined city in a befogged valley of trees, corpses, seemingly ethereal wraiths, and shivering, terrified mortals, hiding within heavily barricaded and fortified areas. Eldritch Chants can be heard from the lairs of Liches and Twice Dead Cultists. The apocalypse has come and gone. None even noticed as the world was torn asunder.

Reason why it sucks to live here: Everything is Dead.

Another reason: Everything is Undead Also. Including the trees.

Any extra reasons: How would you feel. If you were nice and tasty living mortal. And you were walking down the street. And then your neighbor's tree. Just bent over. And too a big bite out of your shoulder? And as you lay there. Screaming and bleeding out. The blackness slowly covers your vision?

And then you wake up once more. The pain has not gone. But all other emotions have.

Besides Hate.

You feel an all consuming Hatred of anything still living. You want to make the living Wither.

Anything else you feel is important: Anything that dies within the fog reanimates as undead. Anything undead will do all in its power to kill the living. Most undead produce a small amount of fog on their own. The fog slowly drains the life of anything around it. An undead in a of grass will make the grass wither and die. The grass will produce its own fog, at a smaller scale. Nearby grass will begin to wither and die over the course of weeks. If a person walks in a field of death, the grass may grasp at their feet. Trying to pull them down and suck them of their life essence.


Tribe: The Dead have no use for names.

Race: Undeath.

Description: Take a corpse. Of anything. Now imagine it animate, exuding a chilling, dark fog from every orifice, and trying to rip your throat out. This applies to plants as well.

Why they live in this awful place: Many slept here for aeons. Many more lived here in life.

Tribe leader: ArchLich Kirani. (An archlich is an extremely powerful necromancer. So strong that they threw off the shackles of life. They tend to be skeletal.)

Your priest DemiLich Kiraka. (A Demilich is basically a lich that hasn't moved for such a long time, that it forgot how to move without magic. Most DemiLiches are considerably more powerful than ArchLiches. However they tend to not have the capacity to move. The ones that can move are normally floating skulls and aren't truly DemiLiches. It's a power for mobility tradeoff.)

Culture: This land was once a fertile valley, a large and prosperous city at its center. In his fear of the Void, the Patriarch of the city turned to a cabal of Necromancers for a cure to death. This Cabal had been founded and run by a Lich. This Lich was in reality, one of many whom had slumbered in unhallowed tombs from times of old. An ancient army of the Dead. Sleeping deep beneath the earth. The Lich of the Cabal, tricked the Patriarch. Using him to gather the many components and sacrifices required to bring Unlife to the Dead once more. The Blood Moon came. The ritual began. The Undead began to Stir. The Living began to Die. Currently, very very few living mortals still exist within the fog. Groups of ten at most. Spread far between. Sustaining off of Corpse melons and Bloodfruit. The only two plants the Fog of Death won't touch. They will die in time.

Special aspects: The Fog is technically a manifestation of the God of Unlife. It brings life to the dead within its influence. The only way to keep the Dead Dead is to burn them until there is nought but cinders. Otherwise the fog will simply manifest once again. Even beating the Dead to a powder doesn't put them down. The Fog will simply create a ghastly seemingly ethereal creature from it. Said creatures would technically be made of millions of bone splinters and the dust of withered flesh, but it can still harm you. If you want to kill it dead. Use Fire. Most Undead are pretty combustible. However it takes a bit for the fire to fully burn them. Not to mention the Fog will do what it can to suppress any fire.

Anything else you feel is important: Don't get eaten by a tree. It's an embarrassing death. Bloodfruit is a fruit who's seeds only grow in fresh blood. Do Not Consume Any Seed. It requires fresh blood to bear fruit. It will grow within your body if you ingest a seed. The fruit tastes like blood but is quite nutritious. Corpse Melon grows within recently deceased corpses. As well as unhallowed graves. It has a tendency to bite those that try picking it however. It is quite nutritious but tastes like rotting flesh.

[Spiderking50]

Ok, so we have: fire, consumption, death, birds and undeath. One or two more and then we'll get started.

@ DAPARROT: Your god of birds, but giant eagles are eating your chickens? That's fine with me, but you can't become eagle god too to turn off your 'reason this island sucks'. Well, at least not easily.

@Kevak:
'Reason 1: Everything is dead. Reason 2: Everything is undead.' I thought that was funny. It looks all good to me. The surviving living seems like a really fun element.

[~Neri]

The surviving living people are so all actions don't boil down to

Wait.

Look for nearby islands.

Wait longer.

Take apart own ribcage out of boredom.

Turn ribcage into xylophone.

Play the skeleton song.

Disassemble xylophone.

Put ribcage back together.

Continue being bored~

[DAPARROT]

Accidentally hit quote instead of modify,but the reason that the Eagles make it suck is because they cannot be controlled in any way.

I'm like this a lot,forgetting a completel logical reason why something doesn't work

[Spiderking50]

Got it. I just thought it was ironic. The bird god being accosted by birds.

EDIT:I am looking forward to seeing how the death/undeath gods play out. Will they be allies or enemies? Probably enemies...

[Spiderking50]

So I'm hoping to start tonight whether or not we get the last two players. Now would be the time to message friends if you know they would be interested.

[~Neri]

Odds are is two more will join after the game starts.