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[chubby2man]

Turn 1.0 THE BEGINNING

Power Gain:
Everyone gains +1 power (everyone now has 2 points)

Your being attaches to the body of the Fallen Titan, tendrils of power snaking their way into the world the High King has forged for his renewal and rebirth.


Spinning in the void, bathed in the light of a million stars and galaxies, lay the remains of the mind of Tol Anath. Formed as a flat circle, built up in ever larger rings of terrain.

In the center lays the mind of Tol Anath itself. A roughe sphere form of hardest Adamantinum, only a small portion is visible from the surface, surrounded by high mountains and hard rock. Here the power and knowledge of the High King lays slumbering, recovering from its grevious damage. If the sphere is disturbed, the fallen Titan would likely awaken.

The inner circle is formed of those high mountains and peaks, thundering waterfalls and deep valleys and caverns. Dangerous monsters and creatures inhabit these spaces, providing test and mettle for the inheritors of Tol Anath.

The next ring goes from mountains to rolling hills and deep forests. Here is where Humanity first emerges, blinking into dappled sunlight. These groves are already ancient and thrumming with life, providing a rich bounty for the progeny of Tol Anath. There is danger here as well, for the unwary.

The third and final ring in unveiled beneath a retreating mist, revealing vast plains with thundering herds of bovine and large animals. The Heart of Tol Anath shines brightly here, nourishing thick blades of grass and flowers.

At the edge of the circle, the grasslands end into a deep impenetrable mist. The creatures of the world avoid it, and those who enter never return.

Time passes like a flicker to your higher senses as men and women live and love, travel and explore, but some burn like a flame to your senses, like a bonfire amidst candles.  These mortals represent power and opportunity for you to capture some of the power of this cycle that the High King set up to feed his rebirth.


Tol Anath’s Action:
While Tol Anath is not able to the events taking place on the surface, his power stirs like the shifting of a sleeping body, and these stirring have powerful effects on the world. Countering their reactions will require power, but will be important in slowing the awakening of the Titan.

Humanity emerges blinking into the sun from dozens of large caves on the edge of the Mountainous region and the Deep Forest. Awaiting the newly born humanity are the Guardians, great humanoid beasts who greet them, and teach them of their place as inheritors of Tol Anath, whose Heart is the sun giving life. They teach the people magic, calling upon the power of the Titan, and how best to worship him. The Guardians tell the people to erect great temples, and to become strong and mighty, for one day a Heir will arise, who will journey to the Center of the World and become one with Tol Anath.

These Guardians will be a shepherd to the peoples, teaching and guiding them to best hurry the awakening of Tol Anath.

The stirrings of Tol Anath are too powerful for you to stop by yourself, but together you may work around it.

(Each Age that passes, Tol Anath will unconsciously Act, usually resulting in speeding or strengthening his awakening. You have the option of investing your power into countering the Titan’s actions. )

Countering Tol Anath

0/9: The Guardians last well past the ending of the age, helping and guiding the people’s of Tol Anath. Magic is extremely common, as the Guardians teach how best to channel the Titans power. Teach all the Story of Creation, and their true role in the Prophecy of Rebirth. Worship of Tol Anath is omnipresent.

1/9: The last Guardian is killed at the end of the age. They are gradually destroyed throughout the age, causing a gradient of how strong the faith of Tol Anath is. Magic is still prevalent as knowledge is gathered and stored. Story of Creation is pretty well known, as is the Prophecy of Rebirth.

9/9: All Guardians are killed immediatly. Magic (at least Low Magic) is very rare as only few individuals can divulge the techniques of drawing upon the power of Tol Anath. Able to create your own Creation Myths, Prophecy of Rebirth becomes hidden knowledge.


First Champion
This is a time of tribes and beginnings. There are a few cities and small kingdoms forming, and a wide of variety of tribes and cultures forming. Some very few are exceptional enough to draw the attention of the Outer Lords. To begin I’ll have you answer these questions about your champion. ( can be as a narrative if that flows better for you).

1. What drew your attention to them? (Can be a special trait they have, or a deed that they performed, or a situation that they were in.)
2. What is their goal? ( General goals like amass power, govern well, explore unknown places, spread your cult if there is one.)
3. What is their Strength? (May be what drew your attention, could be skill at arms or magic)
4. What binds them to you? (What do you offer them, what do they gain from serving you?)

In addition to your champion, you get one Action per Age(turn). Options/examples are included in OOC, but if you got a cool idea that doesn’t fit one of those options feel free to go for it! Actions do not cost power to use.

(So basically should include +1 if you support Countering Tol Anath, or mention if you want to keep your power to yourself! Then include your champion description and your action.) (Remember Goal of the Gain is to have the most power when Tol Anath awakens.


OOC

Spoiler: The World (click to show/hide)

Essentially, the world is a circle divided into rings. The absolute center lies the True Mind of Tol Anath. Here is where prophecy will be fulfilled at the end of days and the Heir of Tol Anath will become one with High King, awakening the Titan, who you are currently leeching power off of. 
 
Surrounding the True Mind is 500 miles of treacherous, mountainous terrain, filled with monsters and terrible creatures, which protect the True Mind from the unworthy (R1). Nothing that would worry one of your power, but even you cannot peer all the way into the deepest hearts of the mountains.

The next ring (R2) is the the Deep Forest. This ring has a radius of a thousand miles. As the mountains turn into hills, it is covered in a deep primeval forest, teeming with life and resources. Here is where humanity is first deposited, to spread and grow strong.

The third ring (R3) is the Grasslands, a wide open territory of rich plains broken by wide rivers and deep lakes. This ring has a radius 1500 miles. Vast herds roam these plains, and even greater beasts.

Outside of this ring lays a thick impenetrable mist, even to your divine eyes.

As the Ages pass, the mist recedes and reveals new ground to explore and inhabit.  Perhaps you will be able to influence the type of terrain that is formed there.

Map:
Center
R1: Mountains
R2: Deep Forest
R3: Grasslands

NORTH:
1. NR1:
2. NR2:
3. NR3

EAST:
1. ER1:
2. ER2:
3. ER3:

SOUTH:
1. SR1:
2. SR2:
3. SR3:

WEST:
1. WR1:
2. WR2:
3. WR3:

As interesting locations and geographic features are created they can be added to the regions where they are located.

[chubby2man]

(Reserved)

[Taricus]

As the chained lord awakens, he senses the fallen Titan's plan. To this, he takes umbrage, and devotes power to countering the Titan's designs.

Then, his gaze turns upon to the mortals of the realm, and one in particular draws his attention. This mortal has, in particular, formed one of the first empires of mortals out of a desire to lead and rule, a desire that burns brighter still. A capable leader in both war and peace who's still in leading and commanding other humans have lead him to these heights of power. And to this, the Chained Lord offers gifts to strengthen their rule, their control and their authority in return for them being bound to him. This gift comes in the form of a lengthened lifespan and a supernatural presence for this mortal.

After empowering this champion, The Chained Lord beings with the creation of a cult dedicated to him; to bind mortals into his service and carry out his word and commands. To this end, he bade that the masters of slaves to worship him, as their rightful place as those people of authority and order.

[Glass]

Gia sees the world, and the actions of the sleeping one. Seeing the world too interesting to be left to awaken, they will act against Anath’s creation of the Guardians.

And for a champion... well, there are those among humanity who desire changes, improvements, the like. Many wish them for their own ends, but some desire the new for its own sake. The eternal march of progress; the direction matters not, only that it continues.
One such person catches the attention of Gia with their dreams - ambitious ones, of creations unknown (and largely unworkable), of exploring beyond the mist (to lands somewhat absurd, mind you), of creatures not seen in this world (though potentially found in others). They were a child, of course, too young to “know their limits”.
They were perfect.
One night, Gia appeared to them as they dreamt, and they spoke:
I am Gia; I am change, I am innovation, I am the power to forge your own path. I have watched you, little one, and I have seen what you dream of; I dream of it, too. Others would tell you it is impossible; I say that word is meaningless.
Follow me, and I will not make your dreams come true; you will.
I ask only that you tell others of the one who has rendered you aid.
They will be gifted with the intelligence with which to put ideas into practice, to bring a concept from dream to prototype. Beyond that, their natural limits will be lifted; not constrained by the natural edges of human capability, so long as they practice a skill, they will improve at it. Their only limit is their own lifespan and willingness to work - and the latter, at least, should be in no short supply.

[Rahx]

Within the gaze of infinity, Levion's clock rings for the first time at twelve. The banging of the clock's bells shatters images upon images to Levion's view.

The Guardians must be silenced. The prophecy must not come to pass. Time for this world must not end.

But time has passed without Levion as witness. The clock ticks again, and again. There has already been the toll of the dead and among them the one desired.

"Yes that time. The time of that legacy. The first, but not the last. Oh mistress of many rulers, the master of near ageless, the thief of hearts...

Your time may have been done when the age came and took you for a mere leftover; clinging for dear life as the rest of the world turned, and turned away from you. Rise, for your time has not ended. I, a reflection of your current state of bone, Levion, call upon you as the first. Your decay, your fall, reversed to your prime, but can be so much more.

All I ask is servitude, to be the ageless Champion of Eternity, to be the overlord of all kingdoms, the life of kings, or the end of empires. Convert more to the ageless beauty, by any means available in this world. You will be at your greatest, no matter the turmoil; if you serve me well.

Rise, Nalu, First of the ageless. Do as you will, but beware of the guardians. Remember who I am, and what we can accomplish in due time."

Resurrection of a once was human, Nalu, gifted near immortality from time's grasp. They will be converted to another creature, an ageless. She will be at her peak form, and the magic might to improve upon it. She can choose to drain others for more power, for she is a succubus of time. She can create more of her own, willingly converted or destroyed to be reborn. Her form is not permanent as her magics can destroy her form, to be reborn anew. Her mind expands to the other possibilities to charm, and manipulate many for her and Levion's goals.

[micelus]

1 Power to counter Guardians.
Champion: The mortal known as Khasadar is blessed with great wisdom, longevity and the power of divination.

The Truth-That-Was-Apparent watched the world arise from the insufferable Godhead that was the Dream-Core - the Padishah-That-IS-and-WILL. It bore the name in royalty that which was its known call: Tol Anath.

From its sides did the Truth-That-Was-Apparent emerge, thoroughly rejecting in full its desire of a 0ne-Thr0ne. No, the Truth-That-Was-Apparent reasoned, there were Many-Thr0nes. Each were in their sublime nature, not but stools of the 0ne.

Of the throned that were, Truth-That-Was-Apparent claimed the throne of furs and horns and linearity, on which they sat and did enlist in august nature, the name of Vasov [FROM WHICH DESTINY IS LINEAR-MADE].

Soon, Vasov was joined by kindred of the Truth; Truth-That-Was-Hidden and Truth-That-Was-Dire. They sat both upon their thrones and judged them mightily, not as lesser comprehensions of the Godhead's, but their own luminescence. Upon these they etched names of their own nature.

Orist/Rhorist [THAT WHICH MAKES FACES TURN LIKE THIS] and Aviel [TO WHICH COST IS MADE KNOWN].

Together, they were triunes of the Truth, all made stronger by their unified layer and unified knowledge. Such was the Threefold Truth of existence. And by that fundamental wisdom, were they thus known.

In hidden plainness, they did make sight of the world and its beauty, its denizens, its forms. Enlightened by shaded cloth knowledge, they knew well that such Creation did not deserve aligned-unison envisioned by the Padishah-That-IS-and-WILL. They thus thought to subvert it.

Upon the world-fundament they did seek, a champion to spread the Honest Ideals. The Ideals, as they were, called for the rejection of human-purpose; freedom from the Godhead's derived law. To sin against such law was no travesty, but Goodness and Greatness, for the Ideal of the Dream-Core was simply its own Sublimation and Caffeination.

And, in the myriad of seconds and eras, the Threefold Truth did find that which would become their harbinger of truth.

 That vessel which had been chosen was a youth of a man, but blessed with the face and features of a woman. Perfected in the grace of both sexes, the vessel was androgynous and impeccable in their soul. Their soul was like bonfire amongst embers raging in desirable ambition; a raging storm above lesser nimbuses that rained great wisdom; a cacophony of rage that drowned out all other annoyances.

In melancholy, the youth had been betrayed. Their clan had lived simply, in the outskirts of the plains. In honoured friendship had their clan exchanged gifts and oaths with the emissaries of a nascent empire - only to be enslaved by would-be friends who flaunted the whip and spear. In pride and righteousness, the clan did defend themselves, but did find themselves defeated. A thousand desecrations had been inflicted on the clan and the prized soul that had captivated the Threefold Truth, and honestly did they mourn their exasperations and ordeals. Coming together, they declared to each other that this would be their chosen prophet, their harbinger of truth.

In forms of coalesced dream, the Three approached him.

Vasov spoke first, taking on the form of a fiery blind yak of great allure.
"Hail, son of Zan and daughter of Eike, loyal hearthholder of Clan Ettok, who had been born in the grasslands of Zahim. We come to you in sorrow and commission. You have been betrayed and made to suffer; such is the terror-wrought hand of Fate ordained by the Dream-Core."

Vasov blew rings of smoke at the face of the desirable mortal, which soon became like rainbow in color. "But in you are the Seventy-Seven Honest Ideals, from which Truth is built on. By your being, we unlock your Destiny and allow you vengeance and victory."

Vasov did then press his face closer to the vessel and did then spit in his eyes. "Lo, and see that which had been occluded by the limitations of the Lier-King! See the grand fates that do exist beyond his ken and beyond his beasts that which enslave not but you, but all of Creation. Use these to decipher the Truth and free yourself from the Godhead's bonds."

And so did the vessel gain greatened Wisdom and indeed, gifts of Divination.

The ending of the words is BIBBIDI BOBBIDI BOO.

[Kilojoule Proton]

A gift to Khasadar: Cunning and a powerful defense against his enemies (1 Power) but what of his friends?

The Orist, too, appeared before Khasadar in Their terrible six-armed form and greeted him warmly, and the Rrorist spat on Khasadar's hands that he was more subtle than any other in the known world, staining them black as mulberry. When this was done, the Rrorist whispered a fell secret of betrayal in Khasadar's ears and addressed him thus:

    "Hail Khasadar, Chosen of the Three, Builder of the Houses, and Face of Mirrors. I bring you great gifts of unmatched cleverness and unparalleled fortune. No more need you fear your enemies, for none who lack your cunning or your favor shall ever strike you down! With these hands, tear down the falsehoods of the Lying Dreamer! May my gifts serve you well and keep you ever-vigilant in your journey to the Morning Lands, and may you be respected always by your people, and may you one day solve the Great Riddle and, perchance, eclipse the dying dreamer himself. I give you this as  theᴿ ᴿOᴼrᴿiᴵsˢtᵗ."

Thus was Khasadar given a gift of boundless intrigue and great protection from his foes.

The ending of the words is BIBBIDI BOBBIDI BOO.

[Nakéen]

1 Power to counter the Guardians.
Champion: The mortal known as Khasadar is blessed with fortitude, and the ability to see the true desires of people and what they hold dear.

Aviel spoke last, appearing in all the splendor of the lady in white. Ttears of blood streamed down her pained face, and she wept for the forsaken youth.

"Misery! Khasadar the Betrayed Lost-Lord, Khasadar the Tragic Un-King! Your plea is heard, your plea is answered. The blood of those you held dear, the weight of the tragedy that you carry, in them may you find the true meaning of value, and its meaningless truth."

The Eye of Value opened, revealing the price that Khasadar would pay to the Threefold Truth. Aviel let out a pained cry and clutched at her face, her pearl nails digging in her ivory skin.
"Oh such value! Such tragedy! The sacrifice is pure. Now let the greatest price of value be paid. Your Destiny becomes ours, and our Blessings become yours. You will lose everything, and become greater. You will close your eyes on what you protected, and you will see what others protect.

You were Khasadar the Free, you are now Khasadar the True who forsakes his destiny to Truth.
You will know no respite. Your back will never break. Your soul will never yield.
Unable to be crushed by the evils of the world, you will be forced to witness and face all its horrors in all their truth."

And finally was the vessel blessed with the Fortitude to endure all tragedies, and an Eye of the mind that could see the true nature of mortal desire and value.


The endings of the words is BIBBIDI BOBBIDI BOO.

[Kilojoule Proton]

In which the Orist (1 Power) and Aviel devour a Guardian who is subsequently reborn in service to the Threefold Truth.

The Rrorist surveyed the World-that-Was and found it absolutely dreadful. Guardians wandered the wooded ways spreading bare-faced lies, repelling the kindnesses of the Outer Lords in Thought-Brawls, and otherwise keeping humanity subject to the dubious whims of a dying dreamer. One Guardian in particular stood far above the rest in leading the fledgling people astray. Among many other crimes, this Guardian, known to his followers as Veltanath, induced his charges to embark on crusade after crusade to purge those most worthy and capable of independent thought, even going so far as to promote such blasphemies as the denial of the Threefold Truth and the [Unburnt Precept] it represented.

No more.

When Tetanath ascended the peak of Mount Thorn to bellow his daily boasts to the Outer Lords and challenge them to best him in combat verbal, the Orist appeared to him in the form of a humble spider and enticed him to join Themself in the Reflections, wagering the whole of Their domain and power if Tetanath emerged victorious. Hungry for dominion over the far realms of the Outer Lords, Tetanath gleefully accepted, gambling his very essence and laughing at the foolish Lord's bargain. Little did Tetanath know of the true nature of the planes of the Outer Lords, inseparable as they were from the Outer Lords themselves. The terrible Guardian haughtily strode into the Reflections-that-are-Rrorist and was immediately engulfed for his trouble.

For three weeks and three days, the Orist spoke to the humans in the likeness of Tetanath, calling them back to the holy rallying point where Tetanath first set foot on the earth for a final crusade. When the elders, youths, and children were thus assembled, the Rrorist assumed the form of the fallen Guardian and denounced Tetanath's teachings to the surprise and abject horror of his followers. Then, the Orist appeared before them in Their full glory, flanked by the Yak of a Thousand Truths and the Mother of Markets, and showed them how the ways of the Guardians (including Tetanath the especially crooked) were false. To prove Their might, the Rrorist retched and retched and hurled the quivering form of Tetanath before the astonished crowd. In that moment, Aviel split in two from the top of her skull, becoming one massive maw that closed on the broken Tetanath, eating away the value of humans, and the value of the Guardian. In the wailing belly of the Lady of Misery, hundred hands tore apart Tetanath's most valued possession: its loyalty and connection to Tol Anath.

Never to be recovered, Aviel cast it all in the Tears of Lost Value, binding the now Thanatet-who-was-Tenatath to the Threefold Truth, a now tragic Guardian that would act against its maker for the greater good of all mankind.

Undisturbed by this spectacle, the One-in-Three continued by teaching the humbled throng the three smiling ways and how to build great houses, and they instructed them in three of the walking ways (of which there are many) and directed them to pack their belongings and settle far away in the land where the sun rises. This is why the eyes of those of the Chosen tribes glow with golden light.

Thus was Thanatet-who-was-Tetanath, Inner Demilord of the Rejected, Reversed, and Renounced born.

[micelus]

Action: Vasov utters a prophecy that *will* occur in this age.

Khasadar was blessed by the Three-In-One, and the Truths they did invoke. Vasov was pleased, but whispered to the human a further secret, in a tone of the shaded cloth. He spoke in the myriad tongues, all intelligible to those that knew of the Truth.

"Hark Khasadar the Living Invocation, Honest Handmaiden. Though gift we do grant you in great length, with caution must we warn you. By the eyes of Destiny do I see the future, of the darkness that comes of the mist and ages. Hear and understand my prophecy dim and my prophecy bright."

"By your three voices and your five sphincters, shall you gather husbands and wives, one each to be the spokes of the wheel. By belly-magics noble shall you multiply your number and make like a herd as countable as specks of sand. Taught in chant and sacrifice, your progeny shall be pious-wise, invigorated in the Truth of the Three-In-One. However, know that as the old forest churns and it enters the dormancy of winter, the herd will break and splinter. Greed and jealousy and anger and pride shall be their instigators, ushering in the troubles of the many-cornered tents. Kinstrife will come, with brother against brother and sister against sister. So too shall you find your husbands and wives asunder, with order forgotten and blood spilled by spear and sling. By division of responsibilities into houses and fiefs, shall kinstrife be ended and the many become one.

Remember this Khasadar Nation-Founder and prosper in the Light of the Truth."

The endings of the words is BIBBIDI BOBBIDI BOO.

[Madman198237]

Hroar will act against Anath's awakening.

Hroar was drawn into the world, searching for someone to encourage mortals to desire his afterlife, follow the rites of death, and enter into his power upon their death.

He, rather fortunately, stumbled on an impressively powerful mortal magician, by the name of Vran. Unfortunately, for the mortal, this magician was a necromancer, enslaving the souls of the dead to power magical constructs. Fortunately for the mortal, since Hroar needed a messenger, Vran was not simply blasted into tiny bits. He just lost his mind and was slaved utterly to the goals of the Outer Lord of Afterlives.

Now, Vran goes about the land, using his magical prowess to prevent untimely deaths, hasten necessary deaths, ensure souls go to Hroar rather than Tol Anath, and most importantly spreading the worship of Hroar to put more mortals under his sway.

Spoiler: Hroar (click to show/hide)

Name/Description: Hroar, the shattered remnants of a deity that came closer than most to succumbing to the Aegis. Usually appears like someone who is dead or dying, the particular appearance changing wildly even while you look at him.
Domain: Afterlife, Souls and Death
Plane Name/Description: Valta, a somewhat scattered realm with shards of afterlives influenced by the beliefs present across the world, with souls wandering the shards. The bare remnants of weak-willed fools wander next to the shades of ancient kings and the mighty souls of great heroes.
Power:1
What do you require to summon your presence?: Attempts to cheat death in any way, murder large numbers of people, or save people from death will all attract his attention, very negatively.

[Smoke Mirrors]

"Lord Phos, wake up."
"nnnngggghhh"
"Wake up."
"slep"
"Wake your ass up you stupid god with a terrible sleep schedule."
"let slep. wo yao slep."
"This is what happens when you stay up late writing you idiot!"
"but i'm so tired. let wo slep. your god commands it."
"I swear to... you, if you don't wake up I will roll you out of bed and into a lake."
"please let me sleep."
"The others are already doing things."
"Fine. I hate you though."
"No you don't."
"nnnngggghhh"
Phos ("Now that he's finally awake." "Shut up.") Phos will act against Anath's awakening.

Phos, king of all stories surveyed the world around him. ("You mean 'Phos, that weird writer god, woke up, looked through his window, and hissed at the sunlight.'" "I could get rid of you at any time, you know." "But you won't.")

Phos, king of all stories, surveyed the world around him. He looked through the mortal world to find a human worthy of spreading his stories far and wide. Unfortunately, he found an annoying, bossy, self-entitled girl who doesn't know how to properly speak to A GOD instead.

"If you were a more impressive god, and not the divine equivalent of an exceptionally talented slacker from the bardic society, I might show you some respect." "Tol Anath I hate you."

The girl had hair the color of gold, with eyes sapphire blue. Her lips were red as the finest cut rubies and her skin as pale as the purest milk. Her figure was so stunning that-

"Bullshit." "I'm allowed to embelish a bit. You do." "Embelish however much you want when you're writing about how great I am. Try to be a bit more humble about yourself. Try this."

The girl was certainly attractive, though her hair color was closer to straw, her eyes more like robin's eggs, and her lips were a pretty standard pale pink color. Her skin was also pretty standard in color. However, that wasn't the important thing about her. Phos noticed that the girl, who had been rejected from a prestigious bardic society on behalf of her gender, was still an excellent writer and orator, with an excellent singing voice as well. As such, he decided she would be useful in spreading his word. If only her personality wasn't so utterly terrible.

"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"nnnngggghhh"

[Nakéen]

Action: Spread the word of the Threefold Truth to faraway tribes

Aviel despaired at the state of the world beyond the lands of the Golden Tribe. Misled, blind souls. Living worthless lives, unaware of the true significance of value. She set her eyes on one such tribe of men and women fattened by fake abundance brought by a horrendous Guardian of silver.

A weeping wind swept across the wilds neighboring the tribe, where lived beasts of great might who once lived in the now lands of the tribe of Shel. The wind whispered to the wronged beasts of the truth of loss, of what was taken from them, of their fellow flesh and blood that fell to fatten Man. The wind exhorted the beasts to reclaim what was once theirs, and to teach the foolish Man of the meaning of value.

A sinister wind then swept across the tribe of the tribe, and they dreamt of three entities.
A Lady in White. A Yak with Many Legs and Many Teats. A Two-faced figure with Three Pairs of Arms.
They all pointed toward the Guardian of Silver and warned the dreamer of the Guardian. Of how it would deceive them.
They then told in turn how to summon them.  That they would come to help when the time would be right.

The dream then ended.

[TricMagic]

Times Pass. Gods Fall. Mortals live and die. And into the world comes the freedom to choose.
Liberum will not devote power to countering the sleeping god's action.

Looking out into the world, one is found to question the world, the guardians, their place in it...
For what reason are they to toil for the unknown.
For what reason to be bound to another, helpless.
What lies exist, and what is the truth. Liberum listens, and acts.

Action: Incarnae- A Girl meets a Boy, a Boy meets a Girl. The Boy's questions, and the Girl's power. Together they shall lead the way to freedom of thought. The boy granted the power of Observation, the Girl having the power of Liberum. The Warrior-scholar girl and the Mage-born boy of this world, Together they shall learn, and their paths intertwine. Their choices to make, their choices to bear. What decisions shall come to pass, what shall be learned, and what bonds will be made. It will be up to them to decide for themselves.

[chubby2man]

1.1
The Fall to the West

The Hureniui journeyed West, filling the dying Sun. Bonded by ties of blood and marriage, they spread far and assimilated other groups into their own. In the time of Huren, greatest chieftain of the Hureniui, it was a time of peace. At the edge of the forest and grassland, they raised a city called Eurendil, the greatest in the West.  There they raised temples to a great Pantheon of gods, strengthing some young gods and birthing another generation.

But the time of peace was fleeting. When Huren died it was to be his eldest child to take his mantle, but his third born son Feldron murdered her and claimed the High Seat. The second born Amas, a mighty warrior, raised his armies while the 2nd daughter Zeraphis, a legendary hunter who married into a far away kingdom, raised her own allies.

Feldron’s position is desperate, but he lays claim to Eurendil, and is a sorcerer of renown. His claim grows stronger the longer he holds.

Amas is a strong and cunning warrior, but the elders think him little better than a warlord. He has an edge in warriors, but not quite enough to comfortably take Eurendil.

Zeraphis is a legendary hunter who only took the worthiest if husbands. She can call on a fair number of the Hureniui and also her allied warriors.

The stage is set for a clash which will determine the future of the West. Will the Hureniui tear themselves apart and be overtaken by a new tribe? What direction will the future take, and who will it favor?

What do you do to spread your domain?

(Here is where you can use your champions/artifacts and cults to influence the way events unfold. Your direct actions should be subtle, though your agents may not be. Feel free to worldbuild! Add details that are interesting and (hopefully) don’t clash (too badly)with previous information. If you feel like your champion would fit well somewhere in here feel free to slot them in! Also, this isn’t a rush to get worshipers. What people do is more important than who they worship.

As mentioned above, you can take free actions here to manipulate/influence people and direct your champions/artifacts and such. More direct actions may be possible, but may come at a power cost which I will let you be aware of once you post and I consider!)

1.2

Mortalos, God of the Dead for the Hureniui, is a bit overwhelmed. He has a study bevy if souls he keeps, but as the tribes have expanded he has struggled keeping them from being sucked into the maw of Tol Anath. With the war over the Mantle of Hureniui erupting, he is concerned about the state of souls and sends a call to Hroar, and any other interested Outer Lords, to help devise an afterlife for the people of Tol Anath.

(Help create an afterlife for the gods, as most aren’t strong enough to resist Tol Anath sucking the souls of the dead back to himself. Consider that you may take a tithe, but too much and the gods won’t deal with you. You may have to sacrifice some souls to Tol Anath so that he doesn’t notice a great decrease. What kind of souls are up to you. )

1.3
With the destruction and corruption of most of the Guardians, people are left to wonder why they are here and what their purpose is.

Create a Creation Myth. Best one gets a power point, 2nd and 3rd get .5 points, and all of them will spread across the cultures and tribes of Man.

Please make and bold your main action/summary. If acting in multiple events label 1.1, 1.2. And include a spoiler of your character sheet.
The main action should be a sentence or two, please include more detail of what you doing/intent to clarify, but just for future easy reference as I go back and look at your actions. These events are less about you intervening directly and more about manipulating the pieces you have in place, but as it’s the first turn and even your Outer Lords are figuring things out themselves, I’ll be pretty open about what you can do.

As always, feel free to ask questions in the OOC or the Discord.