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[tntey]

Oh okay that's fine.

[Aigre Excalibur]

Just a draft:

The High Church of Armok

Armok, the God of blood, is the only constant in a chaotic random multiverse. He is not a pure destructive force per se, but is also worshipped as a God of creation. Destruction after all, is the first step in creation. He is the patron of ambitious builders and workaholics, he is a God of ingenuity, architecture and craftsmanship. Armok's methods are not so different from those of some white magick deities - there must be conflict. For when there is conflict there is the stimulus needed for evolution, complexity and growth. Through fire comes tempering, refinement and beauty.

Hidden agenda may include flooding the world with magma (or just destroying it) in order to build giant monuments from the ruins.

Hierachy:
Tentatively  the church is loosely organised into about 16 grades of attainment ranging from dabblers to Grandmaster-toads. (Surely we can do better than this)

Policy on property and duties to the church: All your stuff is ours. No exceptions.

Demographics: Appeals to
Rich eccentrics
Short, bearded, hardworking psychopaths
Alcoholics - but curiously, Armok is capable of granting alcoholics a high degree of functionality even while drunk. There are some who claim that this is some form of trance, or a raising of the consciousness through alcoholism.
A curious combination of violent and industrious people in general.

Natural enemies with:
Everyone
Tree hugging environmentalists,
All that is sane in the world. We might be driven underground pretty early on.
Everyone. No exceptions. Including rival dark gods.

[tntey]

I say we change everything is ours to making people pay dues.

[Nunzillor]

Why?  Do you think it'll be easier to get converts that way?

[tntey]

Why?  Do you think it'll be easier to get converts that way?

Yes. Would you rather have to give away your children, or pay a small fee to get other people's children?

[Nunzillor]

Uhh, am I adopting in this scenario?

[tntey]

Uhh, am I adopting in this scenario?

Uhhh, no I meant we buy children from smugglers and train them to be gladiators.

[Nunzillor]

Ah I see what you're saying.  It's my fault, I never considered children to be "stuff." Yeah, that seems reasonable.

[Detoxicated]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Trent Fontane

Backstory: Trent Fontane was a regular high school jock type of person with a great intelligence and good looks. It was clear that he was going to become a manager as he was able to pull together people with his charms and clear vision, people that would work for him, putting him at the lowest possible work-output to Ace all courses in class. He went to business school were he was intrigued by the studies of economies and also people management. By bullying and using his intrigue he quickly rose to a high position in the first company he ever worked at, after finishing his Ph. D. He was bored with live, as he was swimming in riches and he began spending his spare time studying forgery as well as the arts of smithing. Over the next five years he mastered the arts, when one night he was struck by inspiration. He quickly gathered steel, diamonds and some chicken bone and forged  an artifact sword, which menaces with diamond spikes. Upon putting it in his hand he saw what he had made, as it was light and easy to wield as well as perfectly balanced. It was as if you could cut thin air with it. He named it "The Act of Will"

He stopped working thereafter and spend his time and money to find items similar to this. And oh did he buy lots of useless, even though masterfully produced, items. Steel hatches, as well as shields. Just like goblets and ladders. But never did he find an item quite like his. Up until that fateful day he kept on searching.

It was a regular morning, Trent put on his gold slippers and walked down the long floor towards his cabinet room. Entering the cabinet, still a bit fuzzy due to his sleep, he scraped his finger on a blade of 17th century ottoman parade sword. Just like every morning he would take the metal polish and go to "The Act of Will". Upon polishing the blade, a single droplet of his blood struck the blade, and it began vibrating. Bang. A bright light appears, and blinds poor trent for seconds. A vision of Armok appears before him and he understands.

He takes his sword, buys the clothes of an everyday's man, and his hammer, and goes out to look for others like him.

Stats:
Oratory: 3
Combative: 0
Bureaucratic: 3
High Magick: -3
Low Magick: -3

Assets: Steel sword Act of Will, Smithing Hammer, Every day mans clothes.

[Ama]

Spoiler: Urist McPriest (click to show/hide)

Name: Urist McPriest formally known as Johnson Goldberg

Former Life: Johnson Goldberg was once a filthy rich Texas oil baron, until he learned of the one true god, Armok. Hearing his beautiful message of !!!FUN!!! and !!!MAGMA!!! Johnson abandoned his former life of luxury, burned down his million dollar mansion, and decided to set out to spread the good word.

STATS
Oratory: 2
Combatives: 1
Bureaucracy: 1
Ceremonial Magick: -2
Sorcery: -2


Assets: One million dollars, a dwarfy beard, and excellent quality mug.

Better?

[PrivateNomad]

Wait, so is my priest accepted or no?

[Detoxicated]

Oh by the way I feel that we should allow worship to all other gods as well, as they are all just part of armok.

[My Name is Immaterial]

I disagree, unless we're talking about deities in a DF world, which are, I would suppose, derivative to Armok. If you're talking about RL deities, I'm going to disagree hard: we must purge the false "gods"!

[tntey]

I disagree, unless we're talking about deities in a DF world, which are, I would suppose, derivative to Armok. If you're talking about RL deities, I'm going to disagree hard: we must purge the false "gods"!

Yes, do it for armok.

[Aigre Excalibur]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Trent Fontane

Backstory: Trent Fontane was a regular high school jock type of person with a great intelligence and good looks. It was clear that he was going to become a manager as he was able to pull together people with his charms and clear vision, people that would work for him, putting him at the lowest possible work-output to Ace all courses in class. He went to business school were he was intrigued by the studies of economies and also people management. By bullying and using his intrigue he quickly rose to a high position in the first company he ever worked at, after finishing his Ph. D. He was bored with live, as he was swimming in riches and he began spending his spare time studying forgery as well as the arts of smithing. Over the next five years he mastered the arts, when one night he was struck by inspiration. He quickly gathered steel, diamonds and some chicken bone and forged  an artifact sword, which menaces with diamond spikes. Upon putting it in his hand he saw what he had made, as it was light and easy to wield as well as perfectly balanced. It was as if you could cut thin air with it. He named it "The Act of Will"

He stopped working thereafter and spend his time and money to find items similar to this. And oh did he buy lots of useless, even though masterfully produced, items. Steel hatches, as well as shields. Just like goblets and ladders. But never did he find an item quite like his. Up until that fateful day he kept on searching.

It was a regular morning, Trent put on his gold slippers and walked down the long floor towards his cabinet room. Entering the cabinet, still a bit fuzzy due to his sleep, he scraped his finger on a blade of 17th century ottoman parade sword. Just like every morning he would take the metal polish and go to "The Act of Will". Upon polishing the blade, a single droplet of his blood struck the blade, and it began vibrating. Bang. A bright light appears, and blinds poor trent for seconds. A vision of Armok appears before him and he understands.

He takes his sword, buys the clothes of an everyday's man, and his hammer, and goes out to look for others like him.

Stats:
Oratory: 3
Combative: 0
Bureaucratic: 3
High Magick: -3
Low Magick: -3

Assets: Steel sword Act of Will, Smithing Hammer, Every day mans clothes.

Accepted. Will post to consolidate all the characters in a bit.