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IC Thread

The gates to the underworld loom before you, ominous and final. Though you pass through them not to die like some mortal, they nonetheless carry a sense of foreboding permanence. Your journey will be long and your mission difficult, and you may well never see your home again.

Still, your sires were insistent. Worshiped as gods, feared as monsters, or reviled as abominations, you are the spawn of great and terrible beings. Things that were insistent this expedition benefited them personally.

You see, The Throne of a Thousand Worlds is a project as ambitious as it is unlikely: The unification of the disparate pantheons and entities of The Thousand Worlds into a single, coherent organization. Its progress in this impossible task is as impressive as it is paltry: The majority of a single pantheon from each of five different worlds now claims some measure of allegiance to it. An insignificant fraction of all the numberless powers strewn across all the numberless worlds, but an unprecedented degree of cooperation from entities better known for bickering with even close kin than banding together for mutual gain.

Now, however, a new world has been discovered- a distant world, not one of the Thousand. A difficult to reach world... but an alliance calling itself the Throne of a Thousand Worlds cannot afford to let a possible convert go unexploited. Further, the combined talents of five pantheons and a handful of stragglers provides an unprecedented degree of power and spread of talents for reaching such a distant place- an appealing opportunity indeed, were it not for the obscene distances and uncertain local conditions.

And that is where you come in. An established, experienced being would be loath indeed to abandon its holdings and take such a risk. But a young, inexperienced entity, with few local ties... yes, the perfect candidate to form a new, fledgling pantheon, and transform a foreign hostile world into an outpost of the Throne of a Thousand Worlds.

What could be easier.

So whether by incessant pleading or strict order, barely restrained glee or forced movement, wide-eyed enthusiasm or brooding dread, into the gates of the Underworld you go. On the other side, all manner of challenge and danger no doubt await you, but with fortune and perseverance, so too might triumph and glory.

Spoiler: Mechanics (click to show/hide)

Turn Structure
Each turn consists of a month, during which time each player may take up to four actions- two Interactions and two Miracles.

Interactions are actions involving physical presence and force. Mundane crafting and diplomacy both fall under Interactions. Interactions may generate RPs with NPCs, with the final result of the action, if any, being determined by the ensuing conversation.

Miracles are displays of divine magic. Forging artifacts or blessing mortals both fall under Miracles.

Strength and Rolls
Most actions involve rolling for success. For this, most entities use their base Strength value, modified by any relevant special traits they possess.

Each point of Str produces a rolled die. Each die has a 1/3 chance of granting +2, a 1/3 chance of +1, and a 1/3 chance of contributing nothing to the final result.

Strength	Title	Examples
2	Minor	A beautiful and masterfully balanced sword, light as a feather and impossible to nick or scuff with even fine steel; a small blessing to increase fertility; blowing up a farmer's shack
4	Lesser	A sword that glows softly in the dark, lighting the way and guiding its bearer to safety; a blessing to ensure the health of any sired children; a damaging flood
6	Moderate	A sword capable of piercing the cursed hides of the Blelzieth, and mitigating the effects of their foul venoms on the bearer; a blessing to ensure all born children are stronger than normal; a devastating earthquake
8	Major	A sword that can summon the dead to fight for its wielder, but which does not need to wait for a command to start attracting lost souls; a blessing to ensure an excessive number of children; raining fire down upon an entire city
10	Superior	A sword seemingly made of void, which instantly banished anything it strikes to the realm of the dead, alive and whole but generally not for long; a blessing to enable the spawning of one's own personal army through sheer fecundity; an apocalyptic flood
12	Legendary	A sword that commands the allegiance of all the dead, but only so long as they do not sense weakness in their master; a blessing that warps the subject into a terrible brood queen; sealing the land away in its own pocket dimension

Actions and entities both use this scale, meaning a 6-Str God is generally considered of moderate power (relative to other gods).

The final result of an action is compared to the above scale and the original intent. For more flexible actions, the power level of the action simply matches the result. For instance, an attempt to conjure as much water as possible would produce more water the higher the roll. For actions with a more static power level, the action may simply fall short or rise higher than intended, or the difference may be made up for in advantages or drawbacks. For instance, an attempt to destroy a city might destroy the countryside as well or be especially flashy and memorable on a higher than needed roll, and might simply damage it or injure you in the process for a lower than needed roll.

Spoiler: Prayer and Worship (click to show/hide)

As gods, either by birth or ascension for your role as a member of this new world's pantheon, the topics of belief and worship are of particular concern to you.

Worship
Basic worship is achieved by appropriately minded mortals officially worshiping you at a holy site of some sort, such as a temple or shrine. With sufficient worship, you may acquire a new trait based on the reasons for this worship. Worship provides a constant force, and thus cannot be accumulated or spent. As you gain or lose followers, your associated traits may wax or wane.

Followers may be acquired in most of the ways you would expect, but the quality of worship is based on its sincerity; ordering a city to worship you on pain of death tends to provide very low yields, for example.

Prayers
The other major form of belief comes in the form of specific prayers. Prayers come about from true, genuine need, though this need is completely subjective. A Miracle may be spent to gather up prayers, but more commonly deities use an edifice known as a prayer glass to constantly attract prayers from associated temples.

Satisfying or convincing a mortal to genuinely recant a prayer as sinful results in a point of prayer energy for the completing god. In addition, the interference of other gods or powerful entities tends to provide additional points, making highly contested prayers potentially very valuable.

Prayer energy may be spent to acquire new or improve existing traits, representing your growth as a champion and god.

Spoiler: Holy Orders (click to show/hide)

You don't know very much about your new home, which is concerning. What you do know is the following:

The new world has been designated Paradise, and is a warm jungle world. To reach it will require traveling through the Underworld, which you will fortunately have a guide for. Less fortunately, you will also be escorting giant caravans of mortals on a sacred pilgrimage to settle Paradise. As you might expect, taking large numbers of living things through a place for not living things tends to result in Fun. The journey is expected to take six months, but you don't know if that's an optimistic, pessimistic, or genuine estimate.

You will also have a chance to trade Favors for supplies or other goodies prior to leaving. Assuming this works like it usually does for Throne operations, this means you'll be able to request a handful of boons, either for yourself or the mortals. These boons can be anything from exotic materials or artifacts to servants or caged monsters. They are also a possible way to curry political favor, usually by taking on somebody's third niece as an assistant or something.

Upon reaching Paradise, you will meet with a local ally, who will provide you with a base of operations, material support, and local information and insight in your endeavors. They will also comprise an official member of your pantheon, and already possess the worship of several local tribes, which are expected to be receptive to worshiping you as well.

You are then to begin building the Throne's power base through any means you see fit. The mortals are expected to more or less manage themselves, but obviously will beseech you for help for everything from marauding rival gods to a lost goat. While only obliquely implied officially, it is likely you will receive orders and requests from home from time to time; fulfilling them may result in rewards, while failing or refusing them may result in rebukes or the like, though the distances involved should make genuine punishment or direct interference complicated at best. Speaking of which, you are to have some manner of contact and transport with home, but have been given no details whatsoever on its nature.


Unofficially, you've also heard a few things. Being based on rumor and speculation, they might or might not be telling the whole story.

-Paradise is considered a Primal World. "Primal" is one of those organic, wobbly definitions that can mean a lot of different things, but in general implies power but lack of sophistication. Powerful elementals are a good example of Primal entities: Simple as dirt (sometimes literally), but potentially capable of leveling entire mountains.

-The mortals of Paradise are known to be fairly primitive. While this doesn't necessarily imply weakness (Mourn's mortals are also primitive, but generally not to be trifled with), it likely means their accomplishments and resources will be either limited (bone and stone tools) or highly specialized (rituals of second sight in accordance with their ancestral taboos).

-Something's off about your contact. The few individuals who knew the rumors weren't willing to divulge exactly what they had heard, but it doesn't seem like your new friend is just another member of the team.

Code: (Signup Sheet) [Select]

[b]Name:[/b] What you call yourself or are called by others.
[b]Parents:[/b] The entities that birthed, created, found in an acorn, or otherwise are intimately related to you and your origins. See the Lore sections below for options. You may also have just one, or one important parent and an unimportant one (mortal farmer, duck, particularly seductive elm tree, etc).
[b]Homeworld:[/b] What world you (mostly) hail from. Most entities are, not surprisingly, from the world of one or both of their parents, but a few travel or find themselves elsewhere for various reasons. A rare few, especially those born of two different worlds, are sometimes raised or stay in the interplanar nexus the Throne uses to organize and administrate its efforts.
[b]Goals:[/b] Your loose intentions for the new world and its inhabitants.
[b]Appearance:[/b] What you look like. Most entities tend to look something like their creators or parents, but exceptions abound.
[b]Personality:[/b] What you're like on the inside. This runs a very full gamut.
[b]Backstory:[/b] Your history up until now, if any. When in doubt, tell a story!
Six characters, based on sheet quality and projected impact on game health (this one is hard to predict, but things like whether your similarities to another character will provide interesting contrast or just result in a pair of clones). Feel free to speak up if you need a bit of time to work on a sheet.

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Lore Section 1
What follows are some of the worlds of the Throne of a Thousand Worlds, and some of their most relevant entities.

Spoiler: Mourn, World of Living Frost (click to show/hide)

A harsh world of frost and struggle. Mourn is icy and cold, and life is often difficult. Beasts are usually monstrous and very hardy, but a surpising amount of life thrives beneath the snow, if one knows where to look. Looking in the wrong places can cost much, however, as much of Mourn's icy depths contain trapped abominations never meant to see the light of day, while cathedral-like ruins to powers ancient and vile lie under the wrong snowbanks.

Mourn's chief mortals are often monstrous or bestial humanoids, usually gathered into primitive nomadic tribes. Appearance varies wildly, and most tribes think nothing of absorbing or merging with wildly differing individuals. While notoriously primitive and superstitious, they are deeply spiritual, and simply surviving Mourn's frigid climate and belligerent inhabitants is not a feat to be taken lightly.


The Powers Spiritual
The Gods of Mourn are known as the Powers Spiritual. They are mostly a familial group of mighty animal spirits, each dedicated to maintaining balance within their domain. While benevolent and wise, they are more devoted to preserving their spheres than they are the lives of mortals, who in turn sometimes have little choice but to infringe upon the balance of things or perish. Aside from this conflict, the Gods of Mourn tend to see mortals as part of their charge, and they in turn tend to see the Gods of Mourn as protectors of nature and fonts of wisdom.

Matriarch, Queen Goddess of Protection:: A great frost-blue crab. Oogug, or Light in the tongue of her people, was the guardian goddess of a minor tribe when a fiery draconic god of destruction, then known only as Exile, was thrown down from his own kingdom and fled to Mourn. He immediately began warring upon the locals, but despite or perhaps because of their diametrically opposed spheres and tactics, the two eventually found themselves as lovers. When Exile was slain under uncertain but predictable circumstances- he had no shortage of enemies- Oogug enshrined his remains deep in a frozen mountain. To her surprise, the heat of Exile's corpse melted the ice around it into a bubbling hotwater spring, and tiny creatures began hatching from his ragged flesh. Delicate, aquatic, and clearly built for the heat, Light realized they could never survive in Mourn's true environments, and so quickly vowed to protect her new children from anything and everything. She took the name Matriarch for this task, and set about rallying and organizing local gods, tribes, and powers into a somewhat coherent organization based around her children's mountain. These efforts eventually saw her installed as the head of her own pantheon, and led to the formation of the Throne of a Thousand Worlds, which Matriarch still loosely leads to this day. She remains a goddess of protection, especially against insidious or ever-present dangers such as the cold, and patron to all those who seek defense or shelter, especially for children or others who might not survive otherwise.
Greatest-Of-Lovers, God of Virility: A magnificent blue-white stag whose antlers glow with their own aurora. Greatest-Of-Lovers is a god of virility, fertility, and sex, and patron to all those desiring children or mates, or all those dependent on others doing so, such as hunters, but especially those doing so aggressively or in large numbers. Though wildly popular, those rare few who do not desire (or cannot attain) his affections tend to find him obnoxiously arrogant, and his exploits frequently set off incidents both at home and abroad. He often considers himself the true leader of Mourn's pantheon and the Throne of a Thousand Worlds, but aside from seducing new and servicing current members has very little interest in actually running or organizing either.
Strength-Of-Will, Goddess of Wisdom: A great white and blue wolf with green highlights. Strength-Of-Will is the goddess of wisdom and knowledge, and thus patron to elders and medicine men. She is known to favor younger and more ambitious seekers of knowledge over older, more static vessels of it, however, and is notably permissive of the exploration of dangerous or heretical subjects. She has a particular interest in the ominous ruins that dot Mourn, and of the blasphemous powers that lie within.
Momok-In-Fury-And-Fear, Goddess of Hearth: A fuzzy snow-white spider. Goddess of unity and hospitality, and patron to all those attempting to work with their neighbors. Momok frequently serves as an arbiter and diplomat herself, and her cheerful demeanor and generally benign intentions make her well-liked just about everywhere. She frequently has to clean up Greatest-Of-Lovers' messes, which gives her an unusually high number of children; most go to their fathers as recompense, but she often gifts the spares to those who lose their children to birth or shortly after, and so has a lesser reputation as a goddess of childbirth and midwifery as well.
Eternal Echo of Dawn's Lost Glory, God of Death: A great silver suit of armor with a grand lion's head helm and mane. Echo is the god of death and journeys, and patron of those who die and those who must find their way. He's known for creating echoing metallic chimes by tapping his staff; mortals are taught to avoid its noise if they fear death, and seek it out if they have something they must do, for it calls them to their fate. As might be expected from a God of Death, he is dispassionate and patient, gently guiding mortals to where they will inevitably end up regardless.


The Powers Physical
The Monsters of Mourn are known as the Powers Physical. They are mostly physically imposing brutes that take what they wish from Mourn's icy landscape. They tend to see mortals as beasts or obstacles to be done with as they please, and mortals in turn tend to see them as dangerous predators best evaded.

Goltharath, Monster of Beauty: A great blue humanoid with a powerful, chiseled build, grand horns, a great scaly tail, and furry goat legs. Lords over Eternity Hall, a grand frost barrow filled with icy statues and icy tombs. Goltharath collects beautiful women in a warrior cult devoted to his majesty and the beauty of beauty, and rewards his most faithful and successful followers by preserving them forever in ice. His antics also draw a number of frost-aligned monsters and elementals to his service, particularly of the female persuasion.
Agonar, Monster of Dolls: A great horned yeti. Loves fashioning living dolls from primarily living materials, and so is always on the hunt for more parts. Agonar views his creations as his children, and is always on the lookout for especially high-quality materials to fashion especially precious ones out of. Many of his creations become fearsome monsters or mighty champions in their own right, but Agonar loves them always no matter what they do.
Gulp, Monster of Tables: A white bear with enough legs and length to look more like a centipede or snake. Gulp is known for his insatiable appetites, mainly for alcohol and stories. Those wishing to keep the former may sometimes buy him off with the latter, and in some cases even enlist his aid with some of their other troubles. While not especially warlike, Gulp is more than willing to fight for "his" booze or causes he believes in, and loves just about anything, scrape or otherwise, that produces a good story.

The Powers Taboo
The Abominations of Mourn are known as the Powers Taboo. They are mostly frozen horrors or lurking evils from a forgotten age. They tend to view mortals as pawns and resources, and mortals in turn tend to view them as incarnate blasphemies best avoided at all costs.

That-Which-Whispers-Beneath, Abomination of Whispers: A truly gargantuan squid-like entity locked deep within the ice. That-Which-Whispers-Beneath is an insidious and inscrutable patron, urging others to perform its bidding by whispering promises and dire prophecies into their minds. Obey or refuse, those so afflicted tend to find themselves in possession of strange abilities and prone to dark circumstance. Most assume That-Which-Whispers-Beneath directs its pawns with the goal of ultimately freeing itself, but neither friend nor foe has ever managed to map its behavior to a plausible overarching goal.
The Forgotten King, Abomination of Ruin: A monstrous humanoid with skin like melted wax, its color and consistency ranging from a solid dark blue to an everflowing river of crimson depending on the amount of body and city covered in ice. The Forgotten King is an insane and single-minded monarch, keeping the City of Forgotten Sins on the brink of destruction and in the heart of madness. The City of Forgotten Sins was once as vile a place as could be imagined, warping life for its own ends with no regard for its sanctity. Its sins eventually became too great for the world to bear, and the horrifying city began sinking into the ice. Rather than learn from this fate, The Forgotten King held fast to his city's principles, turning its vile magics towards keeping the city afloat and active through sheer blasphemous power. As the city sinks, more of its labs and populace are entombed in ice. As the city rises, these sections and inhabitants thaw, only to resume committing unspeakable evil. This added sin helps drag the city further down, resulting in a sort of demented equilibrium that both the city's ruler and inhabitants refuse to break from by any means save the victory of their blasphemous way of life and unspeakable creed.
Kash'Katar, That Which Weeps, Abomination of Reversal: A radioactive green mass of tentacles seemingly frozen in place. Kash'Katar is a vile idol that seeks the undoing of reality itself, to be replaced by an everchanging chaos where everything is possible and most likely true. It is utterly a thing of unreality, and so is affected by and influences the world in defiant and contradictory ways. It arrived in a blazing comet, whereupon it found itself entombed in open air; conversely, should it ever find itself contained, it would be free to move about as it wished. Its most powerful and loyal servants are afflicted by terrible curses, while its most hated foes enjoy sorcerous boons, and in each case it is often the least of its followers and foes that play the most pivotal parts in seeing it victorious or undone. Similarly, those that follow it avoid speaking its name, that it might notice and hear them, while those that seek to stop it bear its icons and speak its name as a ward to its attentions and power. The creature's followers are mostly deranged cultists seeking the end of the world or the powers over reality that might go with it, and work tirelessly to imprison their master that it might be free and disrupt and destroy its works that they might succeed. Its foes consist of any who would not see the very fabric of reality destroyed, and likewise toil to ensure the beast and its works remain potent and successful that they might fail.
Hackal, Abomination of Murder: A great centipedelike creature with a maw full of grasping and slicing implements. Hackal is a living meat golem factory, consuming, dissecting, and reassembling victims into unspeakable atrocities to serve it in battle. Hackal hungers for the Old Ways, when armies of unnatural abominations and unspeakable horrors would march across Mourn's surface for no cause other than a lust for strife and bloodshed, and will happily hire out his forces to any entity vile enough to have them and pay him in living victims. Those utterly soulless enough to further his goals of a Mourn consumed by unnatural war and willing to use the Children of Hackal for such ends often find their services provided for free.

Spoiler: Fray, World of Bloody Sand (click to show/hide)

An arid world of blood and sand. Fray is hot and dry, and life is often violent. Beasts are usually insectile and very fierce, and little isn't a predator on some level. The deserts hold innumerable ruins and spirits, products or remnants of the world's constant conflict and war.

Fray's chief mortals are insectile tauric humanoids dwelling in great hive fortress-cities, warring with each other and serving as anchors of civilization for less organized tribes and factions.


The Powers of Blood
The Gods of Fray are known as the Powers of Blood. They are mostly ascended mortals that earned their station the hard way, or the spawn of such that have done likewise. They tend to view mortals as unruly vassals, rivals, and pawns. Mortals tend to view them as tyrants to aspire to and surpass.

Okuru the Merciful, Prince God of Fertility: A beige tauric hive-king with soft, boyish features. Okuru is the god of fertility and kindness, and patron of all those hoping to create or preserve life, even their own. He serves as a tantalizing prize for female gods and heroes, and rules by virtue of being trustworthy and malleable enough to sit the throne without inspiring every other deity and champion in the land to put aside their differences long enough to keep it from him.
Sha the Volatile, God of Ambition: A wiry tauric hive-king, and god of seduction, ambition, and betrayal. Patron to those that leverage their gifts to their fullest advantage, most notably courtesans, traitors, and assassins. Sha is utterly disgusted by Okuru's passiveness and weakness, and seeks to unseat him and claim his throne for himself; thus far, he's had exactly as much success in this endeavor as anyone else.
Asha the Many, Goddess of Legacy: A lithe, darkly colored tauric hive-queen, and goddess of preparation, revenge, ronin, and children. She is patron to all those who have suffered or anticipate suffering grievous loss, yet intend to recover or leave behind a legacy, be they the wronged party or the remnants. As a mortal, she was a potent sorceress who unlocked the secrets of giving birth to herself, and with this peculiar form of immortality managed to seize godhood.
Shor the Undying, Goddess of Tenacity: A heavily built but relatively unarmored tauric hive-queen. Shor is the goddess of regeneration and resilience, and patron to those that seek to withstand great forces, notably fortresses and defenders, but also those in precarious political or financial positions. She's unusually patient and reserved for a Goddess of Fray, largely content to allow her rivals to crash over her and expend themselves in futility.
Kesh the Quick, Goddess of Wealth: A beetlelike humanoid with an iridiscent green carapace gilded with actual gold. Kesh is the goddess of tragedy, wealth, and skill, and patron of those who want something they cannot have or whose gifts and talents have failed or cost them something precious. As a mortal, she was a talented but unambitious mercenary and thief before becoming embroiled in a world-shattering plot to resurrect an ancient evil, which she prevented only at great and largely involuntary cost.


The Powers of Sand
The Monsters of Fray are known as the Powers of Sand. They are mostly cruel beasts, roaming the sands and preying on travelers. They tend to view mortals as food or treasure. Mortals tend to view them as challenges and dangers.

Friskillipop, Monster of Beauty: An insectile monster with six vibrantly colored wings, a bulbous glowing abdomen, and a humanoid face on the front of her torso. Appears intensely attractive to others by means of potent pheromones and alluring calls. After mating with her victims, injects the resulting eggs into their flesh, where they incubate for a time before hatching into ravenous larvae. These eventually molt into hideous monsters disguised as slightly "off" members of the race of their parent or host. Friskillipop herself has few interests other than collecting beautiful mates and producing "beautiful" children, though her spawn's goals are as varied as the mortals that sired and incubated them.
Traskaltralon, Monster of Tyranny: A vaguely wasplike creature often compared to a dragon, complete with acidic breath, fearsome countenance, and a lust for treasure. Traskaltralon greatly enjoys ruling cities, but is poor at keeping them; his rapacious greed, belligerence towards neighboring settlements, and the damage his prizes tend to take in being conquered all lead to his average reign being fairly short, a fact which causes him no end of frustration.
Raksas, Monster of Hunger: A great burrowing worm. Raksas is a decadent hunter and gourmand, constantly on the lookout for new challenges and flavors to enjoy. Her favorite pasttime involves having victims dragged to her personal hunting grounds, where she can then stalk them through varied, spice-laden terrain while picking them off one by one, but she's been known to entertain everything from poetry contests to scavenger hunts in her pursuit of entertaining guests and fine dining.


The Powers of Pact
The Abominations of Fray are known as the Powers of Pact. They tend to be foreign power brokers and pactmongers, offering desperate fringe tribes and obsessed individuals power in exchange for dire service and deep sacrifice. They tend to view mortals as repressed individuals in need of liberation. Mortals tend to view them as dangerous benefactors for the desperate.

Gorgothonon the Liberator, Abomination of Lust: A squat golden demon. Enjoys "unlocking the gate" to a creature's deepest desires, which inevitably come out twisted and horrifying. Those so blessed gain increased abilities and the ability to transform their bodies to become even better suited to their task, but inevitably grow more and more deranged, powerful, and vile as they pursue this obsession. Eventually even their untransformed state begins subtly warping to reflect the remorseless evil within, and in extreme cases the distinction between the two vanishes entirely.
Saline, Abomination of Hope: A smoothskin woman of shifting energy. Blesses the righteous with the means to "mantle" great powers onto themselves, gaining increased abilites and manifesting potent artifacts to wear and wield. This mantling also frequently disguises the individual in question, allowing them to operate with relative impunity against tyranny and evil that might otherwise recognize and retaliate against them. She is praised as a force for justice and hope among many fringe or slave tribes, but generally held in contempt as a coward-empowering proxy terrorist by the major hive-cities.
Goth, Abomination of Awakening: A hulking insectile humanoid covered in hides and bone charms. Goth empowers the lesser beasts of the world, granting them some semblance of awareness and greatly increased size and power. Mortals seeking his favor sometimes find it if they are sufficiently attached to lesser creatures or the natural world, and are granted the same bestial power and ferocity as their lesser kin. Goth has few goals beyond seeing his pets grow and prosper, but this inevitably proves troublesome for the local mortals, who usually wind up as a food source and general target of aggression for his warped behemoths.

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Lore Section 2
What follows are some of the worlds of the Throne of a Thousand Worlds, and some of their most relevant entities.

Spoiler: Wrack, World of Coming Storms (click to show/hide)

A stormy world of madness and despair. Wrack is gloomy and strange, and life often chilling and ill-fated. Beasts are often afflicted and unnatural, and madness, mutation, sudden deaths, and other inexplicable phenomena and behaviors are well known and well feared. The stormy seas hold great horrors in their depths, and the dark emanations from such are often blamed on the unnerving phenomena observed both on sea and land.

The chief mortals of Wrack are downtrodden humanoids arranged loosely into overlapping kingdoms, city-states, guilds, alliances, orders, and self-interests. They tend to be gloomy and grim, well accustomed to the horrifying, unfathomable workings of their world.


The Powers Above
The Gods of Wrack are known as the Powers Above. They are mostly a familial group of beautiful humanoids with flesh of marbled stone and eyes and feathered wings of metal. They are known to be petty, jealous, petulant, and vain, but their powers against corrupting forces is highly, desperately valued on Wrack. They tend to view mortals as playthings and property, and mortals in turn tend to view them as unpredictable tyrants, usually best appeased or avoided where possible.

Vanity, Queen Goddess of Beauty: A beautiful young woman with pink-tinged skin and wings and eyes of polished brass. When Shrakmalgoramalk, a krakenlike abomination bearing a great lime-green eye for much of its head, rose from the depths near the mortal city of Stilgrim, nobody expected the city to survive. After several days of inaction, however, Blossom, six-winged goddess of flowers and Goddess Queen of Wrack, abdicated her throne to her daughter, Vanity. Shrakmalgoramalk immediately departed, and furious speculation has been cirulating ever since as to what happened and why, and what it might mean. Vanity is the goddess of beauty, wholeness, and superiority, and patron to leaders and those others aspire to, as well as those who purge or act against the unclean and unworthy. This brings her into frequent conflict with her twin brother, Ash, and while the two are fairly evenly matched, Vanity's superior starting materials usually allow her to come out ahead.
Ash, God of Resentment: A beautiful young man with dark-tinged skin and eyes and wings of tarnished brass. Ash is the god of suffering and struggle, and patron to all those who feel lost or forsaken, be they deformed, insane, or merely second best, as well as those who try to bring equality regardless of merit. This brings him into frequent conflict with his twin sister, Vanity, and while the two are fairly evenly matched, Vanity's superior starting materials usually allow her to come out ahead.
Sapphire, God of Mercy: A kind-looking man with blue-tinged skin and eyes and wings of silver. Sapphire is the god of healing, mercy, and knowledge, and patron of scholars, healers, idealists, and those in need of assistance. He is notoriously lenient with those who might prove dangerous to the greater whole, such as the diseased, insane, or those who traffick with dark forces, which brings him into frequent conflict with Brass, who encourages a more pragmatic approach.
Brass, Goddess of Will: A stern-looking woman with yellow-tinged skin and eyes and wings of mottled brass. Brass is the goddess of caution and the greater good, and patron of those who must make hard choices and necessary sacrifices. She is notoriously unsympathetic to those who might prove dangerous to the greater whole, such as the diseased, insane, or those who traffick with dark forces, which brings her into frequeny conflict with Sapphire, who encourages a more lenient approach.
Opal, God of Portents: A looming, cowled figure wrapped in chains. Opal is the god of death, dreams, and omens, and patron to those who foresee or have suffered great tragedy. Opal serves as the messenger of the gods, bringing grim tidings to divine and mortal alike.


The Powers Below
The Monsters of Wrack are known as The Powers Below. They are mostly horrors from the depths or once-normal things warped beyond recognition by unspeakable evils.

Crimson Adelei, Monster of Loss: A beautiful woman with raven hair and sapphire eyes, an emaciated chalk-white corpse, or somewhere in between depending on how recently and fully she'd fed. Adelei lures individuals, especially children, into the forest to feast on their youth, vitality, even their very humanity in order to sustain these qualities in herself. This process turns victims into hardened, soulless battle husks, which then serve her mindlessly, though she's known to reanimate particularly promising individuals by giving them some of her hard-stolen essence back, thereby damning them to a similar fate as herself. She was once happy and prosperous, and seeks to reclaim as much of this as she can, or failing that prevent others from having what she was denied so long ago.
Shkarop, Monster of Kindness: A great mass of worms bearing multicolored feathery tongues. Shkarop has nothing but pity for surface life, limited and brittle as it is, and so works tirelessly to carve apart and fuse together beings in need of his assistance. Most such beings have a decided aversion to being carved apart and rebuilt into a monster, but Shkarop is usually quite confident they'll be better off for it, and to those with genuine need his works are nothing short of miraculous.
The Daemonwood, Monster of Knowledge: A jagged mobile tree studded with grown over skulls. The Daemonwood is a scholar and practitioner of black sorceries, delving ever deeper into the ruinous lore of forgotten and broken things and its own profane experiments. It is able to absorb a creature's knowledge, and to an extent its mental and magical power, by consuming its head, which also grows another skull on it. It is willing to provide fell knowledge to those able to meet its demands, but ultimately sees most of its dealings as investments, as the growth and education of a given mortal improves the inevitable quality of its delicious skull.


The Powers Within
The Abominations of Wrack are known as the Powers Within. Most have no physical form whatsoever, and manifest only in the bodies and minds of others. Their exact workings and nature are often inscrutable, but they presumably view mortals as materials or pawns. Mortals in turn view them as dire afflictions.

Mooncall, Abomination of Beasts: Those afflicted with Mooncall begin to suffer bestial urges and thought patterns. As the affliction progresses, their senses, capabilities, and minor physical features follow suit, gradually increasing until they are a force to be reckoned with. Those in its full thrall periodically transform into half-beast, half-man horrors that usually feel an overwhelming urge to hunt and kill. Often these episodes are linked to the phases or positions of the three moons. Mooncall never speaks to its victims directly, but many sufferers describe overwhelming urges and sensations from what feels like a separate entity deep within them, usually animalistic impressions to hunt, be free, that they are caged, that they must prove their dominance, and so on. Sufferers of Mooncall are often killed, driven out, or thrown into reinforced pits or cells when their time of transformation draws near, and more resourceful and collected individuals sometimes restrain or relocate themselves to avoid incidents with their fellow man.
Soulrot, Abomination of Sin: Those afflicted with Soulrot experience focus and confidence in their chosen area, and gradually gain talent in it. As the disease progresses, their mental and physical natures begin to warp to befit their new purpose, complete with an ability to warp their bodies temporarily to befit their task. Those in its full sway become soullessly evil wolves in sheep's clothing, hungering for the suffering and ruin of others alongside the perfection of their purpose, and able to transform into monstrous horrors and back again as the need arises. Soulrot is one of the few afflictions to actively engage in conversation with its victims, though it tends to belittle attempts to convey these conversations to others as throwing pearls before swine. Most say that Soulrot plays to their vanity and the nobility of their purpose, urging them to be more than they are, to sieze and fulfill their destiny, and that it is an insidious and talented debater. It's also said that its whispers become darker and more vicious as time and the affliction wear on, though for obvious reasons it becomes harder to acquire and trust testimony from victims the further along they are. Those afflicted tend to be driven out or killed where possible, though in truth by the time most sufferers are discovered they are far too entrenched and valuable in their field to cross.
Heartwrithe, Abomination of Flesh: Those afflicted with Heartwrithe initially experience improved vitality and strength, and an impressive resilience to most ailments. As the disease progresses, they cease aging and become all but impervious to most natural causes of death, while gradually suffering unpredictable mutations to body and mind. Most end as mindless, hulking brutes eventually, though many cling to some of their human features for quite a while. Many sufferers claim to hear whispers in their heads, but it's invariably insane gibberish when it's intelligible language at all. Sufferers are usually eager to put their new physical abilities to use in the afflictions early stages, though a handful agree to be isolated from society, and most are sealed away when they lose enough of themselves to become both dangerous and easy to lure into a cage, though many remain docile enough to simply be made comfortable should their caretakers prefer a softer touch.

Spoiler: Praise, World of Glimmering Hope (click to show/hide)

A dynamic world of heroism and adventure. Praise is temperate and pleasant, though life is seldom safe or calm. Beasts are often fantastic, and while not usually malicious, the wilds are best not taken lightly. Praise seems unusually convenient to get to from other worlds, and so is often host to banished evils and wandering spirits from beyond.

The chief mortals of Praise are fair humanoids organized into mostly allied city-states. Praise's mortals are renowned for their bravery and heroism, and are often more than willing to sacrifice their own lives to save others.


The Powers of Virtue
The Gods of Praise are known as the Powers of Virtue. They are a largely familial group of humanoids that rebelled- and lost- against their cruel Masters, vile deities with no regard for life's dignity or wholeness. They fled west to escape this defeat, settling on a series of close-knit islands. They tend to view mortals as trusted vassals, and mortals in turn tend to view them as noble lieges.

Becrun, King God of Duty: A wizened, troubled-looking old man of silver. When the valiant Gods of Praise rebelled against the wanton cruelty of the Masters, it was the greatest among them, a handsome god named Atorius the Golden, who fearlessly led the charge, rallying his brethren and giving hope to all. When the unfathomable might of the Masters at last crushed this hope, Atorius was lost and his people were left leaderless. It fell to his younger brother, Becrun the Silver, to salvage what was left and flee westward, a duty he took solemnly and with no small amount of sorrow. Time passed, life began anew, and Becrun's position became entrenched, but he has never fully shaken the idea that it should always have been his brother to lead, and that his people have lost something they can never recover. Becrun is a grim and troubled monarch, a god of duty at any cost, and patron of mortal kings, self-sacrificing heroes, and anyone high or low bound by duty, especially at great cost to themselves.
Kasha, Goddess of Fire: A powefully-built woman with vibrant red hair. Kasha is a goddess of smithing and passion, and patron of smiths, craftsmen, those who wish to aid the efforts of others, especially others doing something dangerous or heroic, and those seeking to prove or purchase affection through effort or gifts. Her artifacts have aided many a legendary hero and are widely sought after, though attractive, lusty men tend to be far, far more prone to receiving such bounties.
Arteil, Goddess of Rebellion: A wiry woman with long red hair. Arteil is a goddess of rebellion and freedom, and patron of all those who stand against tyranny or question authority. She is held in especially high esteem by the mortals of Praise, familiar as they are with the cruel tyrannies of the now-foreign Masters.
Shia, Goddess of Law: A woman wrapped in concealing robes and bearing a golden mask. Shia is the goddess of magic, rules, and avoiding harm, and patron of legal officials, those who aid the poor or wronged, and magic-wielders that cleave to her rather particular decrees. Shia is responsible for most sanctioned magics on Praise being limited but safe, and is known to harbor a particular hatred for the cruel witch and hag clans of the western swamps.
Gelwor, God of Protection: A towering humanoid with gleaming silver hair and molten eyes. Gelwor is a god of protection and endurance, and patron of those who protect others or court danger in pursuit of heroism and bravery. He's notoriously unsympathetic to cowards and those that shirk danger or adventure.
Neriline, Goddess of the Sea: A giant sea green-skinned mermaid with curly kelp-hair. Neriline is the goddess of the ocean and all things in it, and patron of sailors and fishermen of all kinds, at least when they give her the proper tribute. Neriline and her daughters are known to be impulsive and petty, taking what they like and wronging who they wish within their domain, and take special offense to anyone who takes sea travel for granted.
Makaur, God of the Hunt: A giant mossy centaur with grand golden antlers and the lower body of an elk. Makaur is the god of hunting, superiority, and torture, and patron of hunters, tyrants, and serial killers. He likes to hunt his prey slowly, crippling and needling them rather than finishing them off quickly.


The Powers of Hunger
The Monsters of Praise are known as the Powers of Hunger. They are largely varied and fantastic beasts, dwelling in the wilderness and challenging heroes and wanderers.

Black Chrysanthemum, Monster of Boons: A great insectile creature vaguely resembling a centipede. Black Chyrsanthemum is known to hunger for mortal flesh, both for devouring and other purposes, but is also known for providing a wide variety of magical or mundane aid to those deemed worthy or willing to make a trade. He and his spawn serve as frequent allies, foils, or both to many heroes and travelers, as well as having notoriously comfy relations with the witch and hag clans of the west, who are generally more than willing to meet one of his better known prices.
Kokorai, Monster of Trials: A mass of vines and plant matter, usually formed into a beautiful woman but ultimately taking on any shape it pleases. Kokorai rules over a sinister stretch of forest, warping its plant life into cunning mazes and shambling abominations. Those who enter are tested, with the victors often claiming potent trophies and boons from their foes and Kokorai herself. She has no pity for the weak, however, and those who cannot pull their weight are often gobbled up or worse. She is wisely regarded as dangerous but fair by proper mortals, but is also worshiped as a goddess of trials and survival of the fittest by the vile goatmen tribes on the other side of her forest.
Organum, Monster of Plots: A great dragon-headed clockwork hydra. Organum is its own personal crime syndicate, pooling each of its heads' disparate talents and predilections to control and profit from illicit dealings throughout mortal lands and beyond. Arrogant and scheming, it is reviled by most proper mortals, but highly valued as an ally and business partner by those with the ambition and cunning to scheme their way to the top.
Jakaka, Monster of Exodus: A great four-armed dark copper statue, with exotic, foreign-looking features. Jakaka is an itinerant warlord and king, seeking to conquer and replace the world's feeble mortals with his own perfect clockwork creations. He and his creations are widely feared for their combat prowess, but seldom reign for long before their attempts to push out and marginalize all "lesser beings" erodes their power base and swells their enemies' numbers past the point of maintaining control.


The Powers of Injustice
The Abominations of Praise are known as the Powers of Injustice. They are largely extraplanar horrors banished or fleeing to Praise from righteous defeat elsewhere, or particularly vile spawn of the Masters come to extend their tyrannical grip. They tend to view mortals as foes or property, and mortals in turn tend to view them as vile distortions of the natural order.

Gulgulgtamach, Abomination of Abduction: A spiderlike beast held aloft by a veritable forest of spindly legs. Gulgulgtamach is one of the Masters' finest Collectors, hunting and ensnaring victims in web nets for unspeakable fates later. Her and her spawn are especially fond of taking hostages, attempting to lure further victims to their doom in a futile effort to save their loved ones.
Tsukuna, Abomination of Will: A beautiful woman with fox ears and several bushy tails. Tsukuna is a potent enchantress, using her mystical and mundane wiles to seduce and control others. She is especially fond of ensnaring courageous heroes on dangerous quests, easing them away from their noble mission and into a life of contentment and safety. This makes her reviled beyond measure by the heroism-obsessed gods and proper mortal of Praise, but she's predictably popular among less principled entities.
The Darist Plague, Abomination of Consumption: A hive of wriggling parasitic horrors. The Darist Plague is an insidious evil seeking to infest and mutate the entire world. It crashed to Praise in a sickly-looking meteor, presumably another planar interloper banished or fled from another world. Its first major victim was the village of Darist, hence its name, and it has since proven an implacable and resilient foe, suffering and recovering from numerous setbacks and attempts to exterminate it. The plague seems to be intelligent and may possess some kind of hive mind or method of communicating across distances, and aside from infesting as many hosts as possible appears deeply interested in breeding and mutating both better victims and improved selves. They show either an utter disinterest or inability to treat mortals as anything other than fodder and food, however, making any conflict with them a violent one.

Spoiler: Soul, World of Scattered Ash (click to show/hide)

A broken world of ruin and loss. Soul's time came long ago, and the world was consumed by apocalypse. Only a handful of desperate sanctuaries held out, and even they were forever changed. Today, these bubbles continue to desperately struggle against the lapping fingers of oblivion and their own internal strife. Beyond their borders lies a hellscape of shifting stone and incandescent lava, constantly changing and shrouded in an entropic haze. Nothing mortal can survive out there for long before being broken down into nothing, but dire things native to it can be found even here.

The chief mortals of Soul are living suits of armor, divided among various noble houses and guilds dedicated to the preservation of their world and the destruction of the evil threatening it. They tend to be understandably spiritual and dedicated, as their fellows and gods are all that stand between them and the literal destruction of their world. They consider all organic life to be divine, with the line between holy and unholy being said life's alignment to the will of the gods and preservation of the world.

The Powers of Salvation
The Gods of Soul are known as the Powers of Salvation. The true Gods of Soul are considered The Pillars, vast tree trunks of faces stretching up to the sky. They are said to be individual strands of a great collective of gods and divine spirits, which collectively form the underlying structure and preserving force of the world itself. However, while The Pillars may have a Song to suggest and inspire their will, and individual faces may occasionally speak with certain mortals, The Pillars are largely beyond mortal understanding and preoccupied with keeping the very fabric of reality whole amidst a sea of gnawing entropy. When they must concern themselves with lesser physical matters, they tend to rely on their lesser servants, the more recognizable and individualistic Gods of Soul.

Extruded in pairs from the divine understructure of The Pillars and the world, the Gods of Soul are still devoted to the will of The Pillars and preservation of the world, but are also individuals fully capable of reading and reacting to the situation in the mortal realm. They tend to serve as commanders and overlords to their flocks directly, assisting and directing mortals in person wherever they feel they are needed. In addition, they tend to generate lesser spawn of themselves, which share their sire's appearance and abilities, if scaled down. Though generally single-minded and unable to reproduce further, these spawn provide invaluable spread for their parent's influence, and may occasionally awaken beyond their limited nature with time and trial.

The Gods of Soul tend to view mortals as soldiers and charges. Mortals in turn tend to view them as sacred overlords and bulwarks against evil.

Throne of Flowers, Goddess of Friendship: A bird of autumn-colored leaves. Throne of Flowers is a goddess of symbiosis, friendship, and servitude, and patron of all those who keep partners, pets, livestock, or slaves, especially of asymmetrical strengths or talents. She is patient and understanding, but insists that all beings play their roles whether they want to or not. Her and her spawn are valued for their ability to tame and organize living things, turning wild or hostile forces into assets and granting battle partners and familiars to mortal champions.
Mantle of Chains, God of Predation: A scorpion of smooth bark, with a flower bud for a stinger. Mantle of Chains is a god of predation, slavery, and harvests, and patron of mercenaries, hunters, farmers, and others who turn danger to gain or harvest others to further themselves. He is grim and uncompromising, but mindful of the needs and limitations of his charges. He and his spawn are valued for their raw combat ability and stings that transform victims into living tree statues, spearheading mortal military efforts and transforming threats into slight improvements to the battlefield.
Brace of Bones, Goddess of Fortification: A cobra of thorns. Brace of Bones is a goddess of defense and readiness, and patron of defenders and sentinels. She is industrious and paranoid, but mindful that her improvements do not impede or stifle what she intends to protect. Her and her spawn are valued for their ability to fashion and grow fortifications of fused thorns, designing and providing defensive bulwarks to settlements and expeditions.
Fan of Feathers, God of Fertility: A floating fish of petals, with stamen barbels. Fan of Feathers is a god of fertility, health, and finance, and patron of those who improve or invest in things, especially over the long term. He's aloof and focused on the future, but friendly and well-intentioned. He and his spawn are valued for their mercantile eye and health and fertility enhancing pollen, improving economic and personal health and crop yields for a long time with only a brief visit.
Spiral of Tears, Goddess of Ritual: An octopus of gnarled roots. Spiral of Tears is a goddess of ritual and ascension, and patron of leaders and others who command or take from others to empower themselves. She's studious and severe, but focused on the greater good and her duty to those she feeds on. Her and her spawn are valued for their ability to absorb the energy and life force of others to empower large-scale rituals, using mortal power to accomplish feats they could not on their own.
Pinnacle of Stars, God of Charisma: A walrus of green, flexible shoot material. Pinnacle of Stars is a god of charisma and encouragement, and patron of entertainers and others who lift spirits and improve others. He's magnanimous and cheerful, but takes the value of happiness and potential of even lesser mortals very seriously. He and his spawn are valued for their ability to raise morale and bless select champions with holy power, making common mortals more effective and raising a select few into artificially empowered champions.


The Powers of Ruin
The Monsters of Soul are known as the Powers of Ruin. They are mostly remnants and consequences of Soul's troubled nature. They tend to view mortals as enemies or pawns, and mortals in turn tend to view them as dangers and impediments.

Jargu, Monster of Loss: A hulking, horned humanoid of plant matter. Jargu and his people were once allies of the proper mortals of Soul, but were exterminated while their allies were busy elsewhere. The lone survivor took this as a betrayal and swore vengeance on both mortal and god, but over time became more concerned and capable with protecting others than exacting vengeance. He stands today as a peerless champion and respected elder for those that want nothing to do with the mortals of Soul and their tyrannical crusades.
Kaktalmuktul, The Dead Beyond Death, Monster of Corpses: An emaciated dragon carcass filled with a radioactive green glow. Kaktalmuktul is an erratic experimenter and collector, frantically working away at bizarre and often contradictory projects. He was originally a mighty dragon, "being from the stars," or both, before the former was slain and the latter crashed to earth and reanimated its husk. Which, if either, the current entity is remains a mystery, possibly even to Kaktalmuktul himself, whose memories are scattered and impossible. What he does remember he puts to good use in a desperate attempt to resurrect himself, though whether that means restore his draconic self to life, free his starspawn essence from its shell, or something else entirely is likewise unclear. It may even change from time to time, as his various horrifying experiments and projects seem as inconsistent and erratic as they are horrifying. The lords of Soul would love to put an end to his crimes and the constant stream of unspeakable things trickling from his domain, but he remains too powerful and idle a threat to dedicate serious effort towards.
Jewel, Queen of All That Is, Monster of Unity: A classically beautiful and well-built doll of alabaster white, with an elaborate head-crest, too many limbs, and a fan of wings. Jewel is a petty but ambitious queen, seeking to restore her peoples' lost glory by conquering and assimilating everything in Soul. Jewel's people, eusocial hives consisting of breeding queens and much smaller worker drones, considered themselves rivals to the proper mortals of Soul in ancient times, but their impiety and arrogance were no match for their foes' selfless dedication, and today they are considered more of a tribal nuisance than a rival empire. Jewel is the result of a eugenic ritual aimed at changing that, and has managed to unite the normally quarreling and isolated clans to reforge the beginnings of another great empire. She's also taken a cue from history, and rather than attempt to drive out all but her own people, aims to conquer and assimilate them instead. While not yet dangerous enough to warrant a dedicated response, her kingdom has been steadily growing and even contains converted mortals of Soul, a fact that has some very alarmed and disturbed.

The Powers of Apocalypse
The Abominations of Soul are known as the Powers of Apocalypse. They are mostly entropic horrors from beyond the borders of the world, or entities so dangerous and vile they threaten its very existence. They tend to view mortals as resources or nonfactors, and mortals in turn tend to view them as threats to existence itself.

Scourge, Abomination of Tyranny: A hulking beetlelike atrocity. Scourge rules as the goddess-queen of her own race of demonic beetlefolk, which constantly threaten the very fabric of the world. Scourge sees herself as rightful ruler of all Soul, and has no qualms about bringing it to the brink of oblivion, reasoning that it is the proper gods and mortals of Soul's duty to keep it afloat for her. She is sometimes known simply as The Enemy for her callousness and sheer power.
The King of Seven Crowns, Abomination of Blood: A toadlike humanoid bearing a crown with seven points. The King of Seven Crowns was the last monarch of a vile race that were wiped out by the righteous mortals of Soul for their crimes. It is said that the souls of the King's seven slain daughters came together to preserve or recover their father, and so he rose again from the ashes of his people's genocide. He is believed to be immortal now, and seeks vengeance against the mortals and gods of Soul. When not leading assaults and committing atrocities against mortals, he performs unspeakable experiments and rituals with living and inorganic flesh. Some say these efforts are an attempt to resurrect his people, others that he seeks to wipe out his foes with living weapons or blasphemous plagues. Whatever the truth, he stands as an implacable foe and severe danger to the world and its inhabitants.
Song of Destruction, Abomination of Awe: An impossibly vast creature vaguely resembling a whale of volcanic stone and constantly fraying membrane. Song of Destruction is a creature of the hellish unreality surrounding Soul proper, and while far too large and powerful to even approach its barriers, is nonetheless fascinated by it and its inhabitants. Unfortunately, the only way it can properly see inside said barriers is to fire destructive "songs" at it, which weaken and break down even as they feel out the shape of what they're destroying. While not intentionally hostile as such, Song of Destruction is of a place where everything breaks down sooner rather than later, and would thus have few qualms about cracking open and destroying the world if it meant he could get a better look at it as it died. Some mortals and even gods have been known to make pilgrimmages out to placate the monstrous titan with stories and rapidly decaying gifts, but what the world would do should the beast decide to actively attack keeps many of either up at night.

[IronyOwl]

Lore Section 3
_{Yes I went over the charlimit for background NPCs, what of it}

[Pencil_Art]

Such excellent game crafting! Looks like another amazing game (hopefully not as short-lived as the others) from IronyOwl.

I might join.

So much reading

[NRDL]

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[S34N1C]

Looks like a cool game. I'll post a character sheet in the morning.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Her true name in not pronounceable to mortals, so they may call her Ithaka. She is known by the natives of mourn as She-Who-Roams-The-Forest.
Parents: Unknown. She was abandoned by her true parents on Mourn, and raised by a compassionate monster, who taught her how to survive on the unforgiving landscape of the world.
Homeworld: Mourn
Goals: Teach her flock how to survive on this new world. They WILL survive.
Appearance: Her favorite appearance is that of a white Direwolf. However, she sometimes likes to walk among her flock, changing into a teenage girl with red hair.
Personality: She is a bit of a recluse(a lone wolf, if you will), preferring the company of animals to that of her fellow deities.
Backstory: Ithaka was abandoned at birth by her parents, who remain unknown to this day. She was soon thereafter found by one of the monsters of Mourn, who took pity on her and taught her to live off what nature provides. In this time she was known to assist hunters with difficult targets, and to punish those who killed without need. When she reached maturity, she was found by Oogug, who told her that she had been watching over her since she was born. She told her of her divinity, and that she had a place in the pantheon if she wished it. "These people have no need of me." She replied. "Give me a people who will need my assistance."
And so it was that Ithaka has come to this, the gates of a new world, to help teach these new people the ways of surviving where the odds are slim. 

[somemildmanneredidiot]

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[ZBridges]

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[Demonic Spoon]

Really spoiled for choice here in regards to parents and backstory. Had to think really hard about what character I want.

Name: Bubbling Mirror
Parents: Matriach Oogug and That-Which-Whispers-Beneath
Homeworld: Mourn
Goals: Protect my stuff (including my followers), protect Mother Light's interests on the planet, don't die, free Father Whisper (by sending agents?), be mysterious.
Appearance: A large Crab-Squid who has several eyes all over his body, surrounded by rainbow-coloured mists
Personality: Bubbling Mirror is paranoid (he prefers cautious, his detractors cowardly), protective of what is his, and determined to accomplish his goals. This leaves him with a markedly jittery personality, as his numerous eyes constantly dart around looking for potential dangers, his tentacle claws tightly clutching treasures, constantly worried of them getting stolen, or hovering protectively over his worshipers. Periodically his constant low-level tension finally erupts into a maelstrom of frantic activity to burn off his nervous energy trying to accomplish his goals before can think about how dangerous what he might be doing is.

Will sometimes try to talk cryptically or in riddles, but easily becomes frustrated and switches to clearer speech.
Backstory: Father Whisper seduced Mother Light with various prophecies of doom which she had to protect against by bearing his child. Mother Light made sure to profit from this however, training Bubbling Mirror into her faithful little soldier, that was sent out to defeat various threats while she stayed behind to protect her sanctuary. The constant danger Bubbling Mirror was thrown into has left him with a somewhat paranoid personality, but Mother Light's protective enchantments that have saved him from death more than once has kept him more or less loyal to her. Also the fact that Matriarch Mountain is the only place he feels safe and Mother Light's indoctrination doing its work.

Mother Light's command that he go to Paradise has left Bubbling Mirror with a mix of both elation that she can no longer constantly send him on harrowing missions, dread that she might manage anyway somehow, sorrow that he will no longer be able to relax at Matriarch Mountain, and of course fear of the dangerous journey to get there and the threats lurking in Paradise. He should now free Father Whisper, as that would end all his worries. After all, Father Whisper promised!

Potential thingies I ended up not choosing
((The All-Consuming Locust: Child of Scourge and Okuru
The Eternal Swarm: Child of Jewel/Soulrot and the Darist Plague/Shkarop
Desire: Child of Raksas/Soulrot and Gorgothonon
Circle of Infinity: Child of the Daemonwood and Spiral of Tears
Master of Many: Child of Okuru and Throne of Flowers
Too Big for this World: Child of That-Which-Whispers-Beneath and Song of Destruction))

[Felissan]

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[TheBiggerFish]

Spoiler: This game is going to be awesome. (click to show/hide)

Name: Radiant Star, Emblem of Freedom
Parents: Saline, Abomination of Hope, with Arteil, Goddess of Rebellion.
Homeworld: She wanders, really.
Goals: Make sure the new world does not become a tyrannical yoke around its inhabitants.
Appearance: Radiant Star takes many forms, depending on the occasion, though they are almost always female.  In a fight, however, she manifests powers upon herself akin to Saline's ability to mantle power unto others.  These tend to be rather showy when she doesn't need to keep quiet.
Personality: Rather fiery.
Backstory: Your history up until now, if any. When in doubt, tell a story!

[vishdafish]

Name: Elythus Vineheart
Parents: Makaur, God of the Hunt and Kokorai, Master of Trials.
Homeworld: Praise, World of Glimmering Hope.
Goals: To expunge the world of chaotic entities, anomalies and defilers of the forest. He also seeks to improve the might of his followers, for he disdains the weak and unworthy,
Appearance: Elythus inherited the golden antlers and elk hoofs of his father, but only walks on two legs, both of which are bristling with coarse, white fur. His upper body is bare, save for the thick, green vines which cover part of his chest, and his modesty. Apon his head lies a crown of ivy and thorns, partially obscured by his blonde mane. His features are refined and unnaturally beautiful, but there is a wild, savage glint in his golden eyes.
Personality: Elythus is normally unrestrained and carefree, but he is easily angered and is prone to going beserk in the heat of battle. Ofttimes he displays animal cunning, which frequently surprises his foes, who view him as savage and lacking reason.
Backstory: When Makaur was pursuing his prey through a remote part of the forest, he unknowingly strayed on to Kokorai's territory. Enamoured by his muscular physique and strength, Kokorai took the form of a beautiful woman and seduced Makaur, who left his seed in her womb. Within months, Kokorai gave birth to a young child, who she named Elythus, after a particularly impressive mortal hero. She weaned and fed him till he was strong enough to walk, before leaving him in her maze, where he had to fight all manner of creatures and beings- from hulking vine-men to mortal heroes and the savage goat tribe warriors. After Elythus was judged fit to rule by his mother, he was given the surname 'Vineheart', and was allowed to be worshipped by and lead a tribe of goatmen. He was both feared and respected by the goatmen as a deity of wrath as well as war, as he was known to go beserk in battle, tearing his way through the ranks of his enemies with savage abandon. Young (by the standards of gods), relatively inexperienced and courageous, he was viewed as the perfect candidate to explore and establish an outpost in the new world, his mother especially enthusiastic about the perfect opportunity to temper her son.


((WIP)

[Atian the Elephantman God]

Spoiler: Atian (click to show/hide)

Name: Atian
Parents: Atorius the Golden and Tsukuna the Abomination of Will
Homeworld: Praise, World of Glimmering Hope.
Goals: To create a world where mortals and potentially monsters can live in peace and become the leader of the pantheon.
Appearance: A handsome golden humanoid with fox ears and nine golden fox tails.
Personality: Atian has a strong, proud, brave, courageus and at times clumsy personality, his personality somewhat resembles his fathers own though he really has no clue other than from the things The Powers of Virture told him.
Backstory: Not even Atorius the Golden could resist Tsukuna's temptations and Atorius eventually gave in after years of resistance. This was before the rebellion, Atorius knew that the rebellion was going to happen and decided to hide his son Atian from the Masters and other gods, planning to reveal Atian if the rebellion was successful and we all know how that went. Atian was sent to the forest in which Kokorai resided completeing the maze Atian was allowed refuge in her forest and she kept him hidden from the outside world. Going going into a deep slumber that lasted for eons.

Eventually Atian awakened and left the "safety" of the forest into the world of Praise where he encountered for the first time another God which was Makaur on one of his hunts. Makaur immediately took Atian to the pantheon. Atian told his story to The Powers of Virtue they all agreed that if news of Atian got out then Atorius' name would be "dirtied" so Becrun chose Atian for the mission as he was the perfect entity for the mission - young, inexperienced, and few local ties.