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[IronyOwl]

The King of the Gods is dead. The sun has fallen from the sky, chaos rages across the land, and you, the last of the True Gods, must flee beyond the borders of the world. Into the Ashen Wastes, a howling abyss of lightning and ash, where nothing natural lives and nothing sane tries to. You do not know what awaits you there, but it cannot be worse than being run down by the Usurper's hounds.

Spoiler: Mechanics (click to show/hide)

There are four stats a character may possess, determining their ability to perform various actions.

Strength represents a character's strength, endurance, and raw physical prowess. It is used for heavy or menial labor and war.

Finesse represents a character's subtlety, cunning, and swiftness. It is used for foraging, treachery, skirmishing, and producing most crafts.

Wisdom represents a character's mental acuity and learning. It is used for scholarly pursuits and organizing large or complex projects.

Spirit represents a character's charisma and expression. It is used for persuasion, art, and entertainment.


Each turn, you may divide your stats among as many actions as you desire, each being performed at the magnitude of the points used on it.

A rough scale of power is listed below. Note that many characters will split themselves among several stats, so an entity powerful enough to be considered a Greater deity might only possess an Established degree of any one stat.

Total Stats	Rank	Description
2	Minor	Lowly functionaries and divine soldiers. If they are known by mortals, it is typically as a throng of assistants following the wake of a more potent god. Most receive no worship save from a modest herd of mortal descendants or underlings.
4	Lesser	Weaker or younger divinities, often serving as personal servants or trusted apprentices to higher gods. Many retain a wealthy family or powerful guild for worship, and often receive trivial amounts as the trusted servants or favored pupils of a mightier god.
8	Normal	Common but unexceptional deities, often found in service or association with more powerful gods or pantheons. They typically receive worship alongside their greater kin, and may serve as patron gods to lesser cities.
16	Established	True and exalted divines, typically well known among mortals and in control of a flourishing series of cults.
32	Greater	The greatest and grandest of the gods, pinnacles and paragons of all divinity. Every mortal knows and fears their name, and their worship is often widespread even among the holdings of their rivals.
64	Supreme	Only the sun himself approached this level of power, dictating the laws of the world and ruling justly over all others.

Stats typically come from Traits, which usually provide both stat points and a special ability of some sort. This ability can be virtually anything, and represents your unique talents in a given field.

Traits are gained or improved through great triumph and accomplishment. An artisan might produce a thousand clay pots without ever becoming more than he is... unless, of course, producing a thousand clay pots is impressive in its own right. Mighty heroes and bold artists, on the other hand, might improve their craft by leaps and bounds... at least until their ambition proves their undoing.

Two special sorts of traits exist.

Titles are traits acquired through current circumstances rather than innate merit, and so do not provide any stats. Formal rank or position, lavish accommodations, and useful tools might all grant special abilities related to their nature so long as they persist, but not improve stats.

Tenets are traits which have been "gilded" with Ambrosia- mortal worship. This improves them beyond mundane levels and into supernatural boons, as well as shaping (or creating) a body part or organ the trait is associated with into an obviously superior form, typically of a high value material. Golden horns, a ruby heart, and wings of liquid shadow are all possible forms for a Tenet.

It is physically possible to remove and transplant a Tenet from one host to another, though the exact effects of such may be unpredictable. Doing so is generally seen as blasphemous and foul except under specific circumstances (such as a descendant borrowing an ancestor's Tenet for a vital task), but unscrupulous gods have been known to harvest their fallen foes in an attempt to boost their own power.


Ambrosia is the name given to worship harnessed by the gods, and typically appears as a faintly golden mist. It powers Miracles, special actions only the gods may perform, as well as being used to enhance a god's abilities into noble Tenets. Most gods conserve Ambrosia to gain Tenets where possible, and spend it on Miracles only once they have been fully "gilded." Weaker and less popular gods typically struggle to amass enough for this purpose, while those with large followings can be far more generous with their divine expenditures.

Miracles are acts of divine power, requiring Ambrosia to function. They otherwise behave much like mundane actions in terms of scale and attributes used, but consume some quantity of Ambrosia- typically one point per stat point used. Particularly wealthy gods will often spend additional Ambrosia to boost the scale, blessing (or cursing) hundreds or thousands of mortal followers at a time, while especially stingy gods may attempt to conserve the precious substance by imbuing larger mundane works with just a spark of the divine.

Spoiler: Divine Bloodlines (click to show/hide)

The True Gods rule over all the civilized lands of the world. Though savage hordes and mutant abominations lurk in the darkened corners of the world, here justice and order reign supreme.

Gods- no matter their origins or nobility- possess blood of liquid metal. This metal dries to a solid form when spilled, and desperate or generous gods sometimes bleed themselves to produce valuable materials for themselves or their followers. Doing so routinely is often considered beneath a god's dignity, but the practice is too valuable to be rare.

Such blood is heritable, and most deities possess one of a handful of materials signifying their bloodline. Often the exact qualities vary a bit from lineage to lineage, paler here, a bit of a bluish tint there. In truly civilized lands with little outside threat, such distinctions can become all too important, but even in the highest of divine courts there is some expected variation. Some families or individuals possess an entirely different blood than expected, but are still typically grouped according to their expected bloodline.

Most gods look much like their followers, albeit around twice as tall and far more beautiful. Much like said followers, half of all civilized deities are Riven- born sterile, but otherwise normal.

The four major bloodlines of civilization are listed below. Other materials are known to exist, but typically grouped into one of these categories where relevant.


Silver: The Gods of Order rule over the Jadeblood kingdoms at the center of the world and to its north and south. It was they who led the conquest of the ancient and wicked Primordials at the dawn of time, and they who ordered the world into its current state. Much like their charges, they guard the natural order of the world, form dynasties of power and alliances of blood, and war amongst themselves in moderation.

Cobalt: The Gods of the Underworld maintain the natural flows of the world from deep inside it, lording over Jadescale enclaves and stranger things found in the bowels of the earth or at the borders between life and death. Their members tend to be powerful but isolated, each ruling over a specific stronghold of importance rather than spreading as far and wide as fortune allows. Most likewise cultivate expansive bloodlines to give them ample demigod servants, well-bred for the particulars of their sacred tasks. New divines are most often raised from among the most talented and loyal of these half-god servants, replacing or augmenting their divine ancestor's sacred purpose.

Pewter: The Gods of the Desert are a conniving bunch, ruling over the shifting Whitefang kingdoms of the eastern deserts. There they play their endless games with one another and their neighbors, vying for supremacy through subtlety and deception. In theory new gods are raised up from those who triumph in heroic challenges, but in practice these games are as rigged as any other; it is rare that a new divine isn't the middling demigod spawn of a reigning deity, talented enough to succeed but not talented enough to have been anyone's first priority in sabotaging.

Green Gold: The Gods of Savagery are a varied lot, less a single lineage and more a collection of exiles, renegades, second sons, and stranger things drawn from civilization, vile wilderness, and beyond. They rule over the savage tribes and hardened cities of the borderlands between civilization and savagery, and know better than most what horrors still lurk beyond the edges of the former. Most take an active role in their followers' affairs, serving as god-kings or ancestor-spirits, and warring or allying with each other as the situation demands.

Spoiler: Mortal Lineages (click to show/hide)

There are many races of mortal upon the world, most of them worthy only of iron and fire. Those commonly found in and around the bastions of order include the following.

Half of all civilized races- the Jadeblood, Jadescale, and Whitefang- are born Riven, sterile but otherwise normal. This quality is seen as a defining trait between the true lords of the world and its chaff, but individual Riven handle the condition differently. Some loyally serve their family, others seize control and breed their relatives to further their blood, and a rare and hated few even destroy their own lineages out of spite or hubris.


Jadeblood: Severe, ash-skinned humanoids with no hair, glowing green eyes, and slits for noses. Unyielding and cruel, Jadeblood form the bulk of most mortal civilizations, building great mausoleum-cities and maintaining the brutal order of the world. They value the dead above the living, carefully interring and appeasing their deceased ancestors. In return, the honored dead offer their wisdom and even walk among the living where necessary, making the number and quality of fallen kin a source of both prestige and power for Jadeblood dynasties.

Jadescale: Hulking, eyeless reptilian brutes covered in flexible banded plates. Jadescale are subterranean predators, hunting prey and avoiding hazards with senses beyond mortal sight. They are also renowned mystics, patrolling and maintaining the borders between the living and the dead- borders far more permeable and crumbling than those on the surface would like to believe. Their settlements range from nomadic hunting bands to horrifyingly massive temple-cities they could not possibly have built- and make no claim to having done so.

Whitefang: Short, lithe snakemen with a cobralike hood. Despite their diminutive stature, Whitefang are cunning and agile in the extreme, ruling the river-cut eastern deserts through subtlety and guile as much as wisdom or steel. They owe much of their current prosperity to toppling the far more industrious and communal Stonelings, and then keeping them too off balance and fratricidal to rise again. They are no less canny when dealing with each other, and the thriving merchant-cities of the east are constantly seething with unknown plots and hidden machinations.

Glowcoil: Pale, slightly glowing humanoids with a mantle of tentacles in place of legs and a mane of tentacles in place of hair. Most Glowcoil are slaves, their once-mighty civilization having been brought low by Jadeblood in the warm, mountainous north in ancient times. Their docile nature, high rate of reproduction, and physical attractiveness have made them a nearly ubiquitous slave race, and the paler coloration and debauched habits of the northern Jadeblood are often blamed on intermixing with their chattel. Some are pampered and kept as personal assistants, while others are worked to death in great droves in the mines. Either way, they replenish themselves quickly.

Stoneling: Hunched, knucklewalking weevilmen of diminutive stature. The Stonelings were once industrious and unified, but the Whitefang toppled their kingdoms and drove them to savagery. Even today, most Stoneling clans are kept fractious and primitive, warring more over blood feuds with each other than against their hated oppressors. A fair few end up working for more civilized races as mercenaries or slaves- their hatred of their own kin endears them more to their new masters than a race of savages otherwise could. When they can rise above this nature, they are hard working and very communal.

Ash-Husk: Hunched crablike monsters with a single cyclopean eye. It is said that at the dawn of time, there ruled a mighty Primdordial whose castoff scales would arise as Ash-Husk; such was its vile power that it sowed this new race wherever it went. Though this Primordial is long since vanquished (or so they say), its vile progeny have bred true, and now infest and ravage the wild and unguarded corners of the world. While the civilized races are essential in keeping this abhorrent tide at bay, they are not above enslaving or even hiring such brutes themselves, wielding them against each other, different horrors, or even other Ash-Husk clans.

Code: (Character Creation) [Select]

[b]Name:[/b] Naming conventions vary wildly, but harsh or guttural sounds dominate. Titles and epithets are common, especially among the powerful and notorious.
[b]Bloodline:[/b] Select an option from the Divine Bloodlines spoiler. Custom bloodlines or irregularities (a Glowcoil that bleeds silver, a foreign horror shoehorned into the Green Gold bloodline) may also be listed here.
[b]Stats:[/b] You have eight points to assign to the stats listed under the Mechanics spoiler. You may assign them all to one stat, divide them evenly, or anything in between. Bear in mind that your traits will be based in part on what stats you select here.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Most deities look like one of the mortal races, but there are exceptions. If you know what Tenets you want, you may list them here as well.
[b]Personality:[/b] Most gods are arrogant and cruel... but then most gods are dead. Otherwise divines are as varied as mortals in outlook and behavior.
[b]Backstory:[/b] What were you doing before the world ended?
Accepted applicants will have a chance to select followers, kin, and treasures to flee into the void with, as well as review their traits before they become finalized. Player count uncertain, but probably 5-7.

[IronyOwl]

Characters

Major Divines

Spoiler: The Last (Glass) (click to show/hide)

1 Strength
3 Finesse
3 Wisdom
1 Spirit
-
Many As One: +3 Finesse. You may individually craft and then combine items with only moderate difficulty, rather than forging it all at once. Your fingers are each of a different tarnished metal, and the tips of each are shaped slightly differently to allow a wide range of tools while working. Whether these fingers or your kin, many things working in unity is at least a match for one powerful force.
Eyes of Eternity: +3 Wisdom. You may spend actions recalling ancient lore and forgotten secrets, though not always the ones you wanted. Your eyes are brilliant aquamarine, having witnessed untold eons of the world and remained worn down but unbroken.
Rustblood: +1 Strength. Your hands drip small amounts of exotic blood. As your granite callouses and scars can attest, you have weathered much loss in the world, and are both tougher and more well-rounded for it.
Voice of the Mountain: +1 Spirit. Others can tell your voice comes from something ancient. Your long, thin tongue is made of topaz, and sings with the wisdom of ages.

An upright but ancient Stoneling. Rust Blood.

Possessions:
[10 Wagons] Floatstone
[2 Wagons] Hungerite

Spoiler: Arashkal (Nakeen) (click to show/hide)

4 Strength
4 Wisdom
-
Nukshom, Ashen Eye of Wisdom: +4 Wisdom. You can see and discern how to influence morale, conviction, and other forms of motivation in others. This single eye of Ambrosia can see the hearts of soldiers and the tides of battle.
Gorungal, Ashen Crown of Might: +4 Strength. Challenging important foes to single combat generates an enchantment hampering attempts to interfere in such a duel, and sapping enemy resolve until a champion arises to challenge you. Defeating a worthy adverary under such an enchantment breaks enemy morale while bolstering your own forces, even among hardened or craven troops. The Crown of the Ashen is an imposing symbol of authority, including the strength and resolve to break any pretenders.
Opulent Lord: You radiate wealth and power, and everyone knows you're at the top of the hill until proven otherwise. Keeping as valuable a prize as Igniale, the Princess of Nedia, sends an unmistakable message to friend and foe alike.

An armored figure both sinister and regal, but nothing like the Ash-Husk he leads. Green Gold Blood.

Possessions:
1 Crown of the Ashen Lords
[1 Collar] Collar of Dominion
[10 Wagons] Hatestone

Spoiler: Ttipcmov, tFlfimseoh (TricMagic) (click to show/hide)

2 Strength
2 Finesse
2 Wisdom
2 Spirit
-
Slave-Flame: +2 Strength. While you toil on a project, mortals you lead on that project do not mind poor working conditions. Your right eye burns with azure fire, a beacon to the downtrodden that salvation lies ahead.
Poisonous Whispers: +2 Finesse. Those who mistrust you tend to assume you are in league or thrall to their other enemies, rather than an independent foe. Your black star sapphire lips can make any lie sound sweet, because they have tasted (and faintly reflect) the sweet alien world such treason might lead to.
Soul-Sight: +2 Wisdom. You can see and measure how close mortals are to breaking emotionally. Your left eye is a sapphire, measuring the souls of others in cold detail.
Gem-Freckles: +2 Spirit. Your company is valuable and luxurious enough to grant a title. The numerous tiny gemstone freckles covering your body signify just what a valuable possession you are.
Lance of Cold Answers: Halves the gap in combat strength between anything holding you in contempt. This spear possesses a long emerald head and gold-and-sapphire shaft.

A freckled, desert-tan Glowcoil. Pewter Blood.

Spoiler: Howldyne (dgr11897) (click to show/hide)

1 Strength
2 Finesse
4 Wisdom
1 Spirit
-
Fleshweld: +4 Wisdom. You can take apart and put together living tissue as though it were mundane materials. Your right arm is an elaborate mechanical device of bronze, and flesh wielded in its grip is no less amenable to being taken apart and welded together than metal.
Internal Scan: +2 Finesse. You can see the internal structure of most organic entities. A glowing purple gem embedded in your collarbone senses things normal eyes cannot, giving you deep insights into the nuances of flesh.
Corpseflesh: +1 Strength. You may ignore pain at a cost in feeling and fine control. Emerald thread holds your torso together, and you are no more crippled by pain than you'd expect from a being who has been stitched back together.
Spiritsight: +1 Spirit. You can sense incorporeal spirits and the strong flares of a creature's soul. Your eyes glow with azure power, signifying to everyone that you see beyond the mortal plane and into that of the dead.

A Jadeblood of stitched corpseflesh and metal. Cobalt Blood.

Spoiler: Yog-Har, The Unyielding (Prophet) (click to show/hide)

4 Strength
4 Finesse
-
Lashcoil: +4 Strength. Whenever you are wounded by a foe, you immediately strike back if possible. Thick brass scales are regularly scattered through your lower half. When wronged, you instinctively lash out with the fury of a serpent.
Shadow of the Sands: +4 Finesse. Forces under your command are far harder to spot or track. Golden symbols adorn your hood, marking you as not only a wraith of the sands yourself, but a mastermind of the lingering shadows that harry your foes.

A six-armed, three-eyed, pale white Whitefang with a serpent's lower half. Green Gold Blood.

Spoiler: Thakk Kal, The Memory of the Forgotten (Criptfeind) (click to show/hide)

1 Finesse
6 Wisdom
1 Spirit
-
Echoes of the Past: +6 Wisdom. You may spend actions to craft or generate prophecies. Your cobalt-ring beard, inscribed with impossibly tiny script in a forgotten language, represents a thousand lifetimes of accumulated memories. With such memories of the past, often the future may be seen as well.
Gentle Divide: +1 Finesse. You may cut or carve things with extreme precision and at minute scales. Your emerald claws are small and precise, better suited to fine incisions and carving than grappling with prey. Sometimes the world works better when things are severed with care.
Soul Hum: +1 Spirit. You can calm others by interacting with them. Your impressive teeth are made of glass, which hum with a soothing melody when clicked. Seeing the predatory fangs of a Jadescale used in such a disarming way often puts others at ease.

An ancient but dignified Jadescale with a beard of tiny cobalt rings. Cobalt Blood.

Spoiler: Ten-Tick Rani (micelus) (click to show/hide)

4 Strength
3 Finesse
1 Spirit
-
Tush-Tyi's Will: +4 Strength. When overpowered by a superior foe, you may throw them back and make a high-stakes attempt to turn the tables; this is typically calamitous for at least one of you. Your silvery mechanical right arm possesses immense strength, but never so much as when faced with impossible odds.
262's Sight: +3 Finesse. You can see things better the more care has been taken to obfuscate them. Your right eye shines with the blood of those who saw the world clearly and justly, and so do you likewise notice treachery like a beacon.
Nine Slow Seconds: +1 Spirit. Your successes are unusually visible to those around you. Your elaborately decorated family Jezzail is more than an exotic weapon; it is an Attuned Artifact, a sort of external Tenet only the worthy may wield properly.

Young, short Jadeblood with dark skin, silver eyes, and a silver mechanical arm. Silver Blood.

Lesser Divines

Spoiler: Servants of The Last (Glass) (click to show/hide)

Johannit, Engineer of The Last
3 Wisdom
-
Forbidden Lore: +3 Wisdom. Knows techniques and designs gleaned from long-dead civilizations and long-buried sources.
Humble Jadeblood engineer and assistant to The Last. Exiled from more civilized lands for dabbling in forbidden materials and mechanisms. Silver Blood.

Spoiler: Servants of Arashkal (Nakeen) (click to show/hide)

Arashkali, Heir of Arashkal
1 Strength
1 Wisdom
-
Might of the Ashulak: +1 Strength. Ash-Husk led by him tend to be motivated and loyal. The proud outline of an Ashulak is enough to inspire their degenerate kin.
Prince's Sight: +1 Wisdom. Has a good eye for what his father's subjects are up to. A prince needn't see all that a king does, but he's often well served by seeing what the king does not.
A shy but ambitious Ashulak Prince, son and heir to Arashkal. Green Gold Blood.

Spoiler: Servants of tFlfimseoh (TricMagic) (click to show/hide)

UNKNOWN

Spoiler: Servants of Howldyne (dgr) (click to show/hide)

UNKNOWN

Spoiler: Servants of Yog-Har (Prophet) (click to show/hide)

UNKNOWN

Spoiler: Servants of Thakk Kal (Criptfeind) (click to show/hide)

UNKNOWN

Spoiler: Servants of Ten-Tick Rani (micelus) (click to show/hide)

UNKNOWN

Mortal Champions

Spoiler: Servants of The Last (Glass) (click to show/hide)

Terliact, Stoneling Lich
3 Finesse
-
Secrets of the Ancients: +3 Finesse. Can work in long forgotten styles and techniques from a vanished age of reason and glory.
Patient stonecarver and oldest extant servant of The Last. Sought immortality as a lich to continue practicing and perfecting his craft.

Auric, The Last Brasskin
3 Strength
-
Molten Strength: +3 Strength. May soften materials with heat, burrowing through anything that melts with minimal effort.
The last of the Brasskin, very large constructs made of brass. Humble and apparently unconcerned with the loss of her kind.

Spoiler: Servants of Arashkal (Nakeen) (click to show/hide)

Kuari, War Centipede Mount of Arashkal
2 Strength
-
Blind Terror: +2 Strength. Foes that roll poorly against this creature in battle tend to break and flee. Seeing the primal savagery of such a beast is enough to break the weak and off-balance.
A giant war centipede, savage and voracious in battle. Spawn of an unnamed thing in the jungles.

Igniale, War Trophy of Arashkal
4 Spirit
-
Caged Princess: +4 Spirit. Her company, willing or not, is prestigious and luxurious enough to grant a title. Haughty, beautiful, and in a cage- a clear marker of wealth and power for someone else.
Beautiful yet scornful Jadeblood Princess of Nedia, enslaved by Arashkal after the destruction of her city. Despises and seeks revenge against the brute, but has no obvious way to do so as of now. Holds most everyone else in contempt.

Spoiler: Servants of tFlfimseoh (TricMagic) (click to show/hide)

UNKNOWN

Spoiler: Servants of Howldyne (dgr) (click to show/hide)

UNKNOWN

Spoiler: Servants of Yog-Har (Prophet) (click to show/hide)

UNKNOWN

Spoiler: Servants of Thakk Kal (Criptfeind) (click to show/hide)

UNKNOWN

Spoiler: Servants of Ten-Tick Rani (micelus) (click to show/hide)

UNKNOWN

Mortal Tribes

Spoiler: Peoples of The Last (click to show/hide)

300 Cowardly Stoneling Tribesmen
200 Ambitious Whitefang Smiths
100 Ambitious Stoneling Metallurgists

Spoiler: Peoples of Arashkal (click to show/hide)

[300 Tribesmen] Calm Ash-Husk Tribesmen
[200 Warriors] Patient Ash-Husk Savages
[200 Elite Warriors] Furious Ash-Husk Gladiators

[IronyOwl]

Records
Important and relatively unchanging things will be listed here, such as descriptions of exotic materials and beasts.

[Glass]

Spoiler: Waiting for eternity (click to show/hide)

Name: "The Last" [name long forgotten]
Bloodline: The Silver say he belongs to the Pewter; the Pewter say he belongs to the Silver. The Cobalt regard him as a curiosity; the Green-Gold just ignore him. His blood once ran iron-grey, but it has long since turned a rusty brown.
Stats:
-ST: 1
-FI: 3
-WI: 3
-SP: 1
Appearance: The Last harkens back to the old days of the Stonelings, before they and their gods were torn and turned apart from each other. Unlike his mortal counterparts, he stands upright, withered only by the marks of old age. His hands are marred with callouses and scars, and constantly drip liquid metal - not all of it in his own color.
Personality: The Last is decidedly irreverent toward "the way things should be" - after all, he was there before things were this way, and he's here afterward, as well. He is far more focused on what he can create, and how to make do with what he has; if he hadn't, he wouldn't have survived so long.
Backstory: The Last is, well, the last of the old Stoneling pantheon, a barely-remembered force of industry. Since its fall, he has held on, keeping a pocket of worship here and there - a Jadescale smith here, a Glowcoil miner there, the occasional Stoneling traditionalist over someplace else. To the gods, he was something of a laughingstock, and something of a warning - see him, remember how powerful he once was, how powerless he is now. A disgrace, but a dangerous reminder of how far a god can fall.
Many of the Pewter fear what may happen if he rose again.

For a variety of reasons - which should likely be clear from their sorry tale - The Last is rather biased against the Pewter gods, though they are wont to look favorably upon those who similarly stand opposed to them - even if they are, themselves, of Pewter origin.

[Naturegirl1999]

Spoiler: Cora the Cobalt Spider (click to show/hide)

Name: Cora
Bloodline: Select an option from the Divine Bloodlines spoiler. Custom bloodlines or irregularities (a Glowcoil that bleeds silver, a foreign horror shoehorned into the Green Gold bloodline) may also be listed here.
Stats:
Strength:0
Finesse:4
Wisdom:4
Spirit:0

Appearance: Appears as a large spider made of cobalt
Personality: Dislikes the fact that sentient species are used as slaves, is tired of the constant wars, tries to keep peace among her followers
Backstory:Making sure various gems and minerals didn’t run out, since mortals need certain minerals, and also gems are used in economies a lot. The hope was with enough stuff they wouldn’t war against each other. This was incorrect

[Rockeater]

Name: Cargzod
Bloodline: Silver, as much as the Silver blooded would hate to admit so
Stats:
ST:0
FI:2
WI:0
SP:6
Appearance: Whitefang, shorter even for that spices, the only thing distinguishing them from an ordinary Whitefang is their clothing, more colorful then that of kings, and their sapphire lips they gained when they talked a pantheon into a war between themselves.
Personality: Mischievous and chaotic, enjoys talking others into troubles and conflicts and talk themselves out of it.
Backstory: Moved from one pantheon to another when the gods became wise to their tricks or the pantheon got into too big of a troubles, sometimes because of them. They are worshiped by slaves and downtrodden, as Cachgzod sees their master's hatred toward them almost as entertaining as god's hatred is.

[crazyabe]

At work, and won’t have internet access all day but I’ll work on a sheet

[ArchimedesWojak]

im new to the forums

how does this work

[IronyOwl]

im new to the forums

how does this work

You copy the character signup sheet, fill it out, and post it. Eventually I figure out who gets accepted and plays, at which point we alternate between players posting actions and me resolving them and describing their effects. Hopefully with a good deal of RP in between.

The actual game will likely consist of a good deal of crafting, foraging, and other survival and building related activities; managing mortal followers to try to make them useful and not-dead; divine politics and drama (in addition to the players, there will be a good few NPCs with a fair bit of initiative); and quite likely pitched battle against void horrors. You'll be able to use limited divine resources to improve any of these, but likely not all of them unless you're exceptionally rich in worship and poor in ambition.

[ArchimedesWojak]

ok ok give me a sec

[Nakéen]

Name: Arashkal, "The Ashen" / "The Last Ashen Lord" / "Son of the Ashen"
Bloodline: Green Gold
Stats:
Strength: 4
Finesse: 0
Wisdom: 4
Spirit: 0

Appearance: Standing upright and proudly, with a shimmering ashen shell, Arashkal looks nothing like an Ash-Husk.
Unlike its lesser kin, it possesses clawed five-digits hands where the index and thumb forming a pincer. It stares down at the hunched ones with its gilded Tenet, its single eye that looks like an orb of Ambrosia. Its regal appearance is completed by the crown-shaped chitinous spines growing out from its skull.

Tenets wishlist:
- "Nukshom", Ashen Eye of Wisdom
- "Gorungal", Ashen Crown of Might

Personality: Arashkal is a being of pride, ambition, and grudge. It is not swayed by emotions such as pity and compassion, and is a cold-hearted individual.
It despises treachery and underhanded tactics, and favors honor and loyalty.
Absolutely impartial, it judges all beneath him in an equally harsh yet just way.
Anything that could remind Arashkal of the past eras will ignite within them strong emotions.

Backstory: They were once 67 Ashen Lords born from the 67 crown-scales of a forgotten Ashen God, from which Arashkal was the 31th. They were to rule and guide the civilized ancestors of the Ash-Husks, the Ashulaks, but their mission and purpose was stripped away from them when the Ashen One disappeared, and its creations cursed with degeneracy.

And so long before the Sun fell, did 54 Lords lost their mind and fell into oblivion along with their people who became Ash-Husks.
And so when the Sun fell, were they finally reduced to one.

As the last of the Lords, Arashkal bears a virulent grudge toward those responsible for its and its people torments. Arashkal intends to revive the legacy of the Ashulaks, and will restore the Ash-Husks to the mighty and proud people they once were, no matter what it takes.

[Luckyowl]

Reserved

[TricMagic]

Name: Ttipcmov, tFlfimseoh[torrens-terram in-perpetuum-caelum memet-occidendum-vanitate](The flood-land forever in my setting emptiness of heaven)
Bloodline: Glowcoil bleeding Pewter
Stats:

• Strength: 2 [Strength, endurance, and raw physical prowess. Used for heavy or menial labor and war.
• Finesse: 2 [Subtlety, cunning, and swiftness. Used for foraging, treachery, skirmishing, and producing most crafts.
• Wisdom: 2 [Mental acuity and learning. Used for scholarly pursuits and organizing large or complex projects.
• Spirit: 2 [Charisma and expression. Used for persuasion, art, and entertainment.

Appearance: Glowcoil: A right eye made of blue fire, the left eye made of pure blue sapphire. Hair-tentacles of flowing ice and wreathed in starlight. Speckled gemstones as freckles. Lips carved from a black star sapphire which hint at an otherworldly forest and the night sky, skin of Brownstone glowing faintly, her flesh of black-red opal. Water tentacles for the legs wreathed in an aurora borealis. Cloth of date palm leaves from an oasis forming a green toga. Various flowers floating in milky white water circles around her being. A halo of liquid blue flames floating around her head, giving no light nor heat. [Mortal look without Tenets. Eyes of blue, tanned brown skin from the desert and linage, her tentacles are blue-ish black. Like all glowcoils, there is a glow to her, hers is one that reminds oneself of the moon and desert sands at night. Has freckles, lots of them.]

Personality: A goddess that cares for the Glowcoils and no others, she looks out for herself and wishes to become the greatest of gods. However her power is middling, her temper mercurial, and her dream a distant utopia. A goddess of mirages, the ever-distant dream on the horizon that leads others to ruin to fulfill it. A land of endless water and food that shall last forever, a mirage tinted by a setting sun that does not exist, tFlfimseoh. Ttipcmov will need allies of circumstance in the times to come, and all her skills to become the goddess she dreams to be.

Backstory: Tip, as was her mortal name, was born of a pewter's actions during a 'party' of the various slave-clans in the desert where the various Savage Gods participated. She does not know who her father was, but the results were pushed into war to prove favor, as is the nature of the Savage Gods. As the battles raged, 3 rose to prominence.

Ra-Stoneling, who gathered together a tribe through overwhelming power and war. He painted his skin red and black with the blood of his enemies, and was altogether a brutish thug who would have risen to become a mighty warrior in the Savage God's armies, his Strength great.
Sune-Whitefang, one of the only Whitefang in this competition, her white scales turned aside many blows and her guile led to her rise, gaining many allies through trickery and deceit among the lesser other races, her Finesse keen.
Prime-Ash-Husk, a being with gods favor, it's shine and tenor was very unlike the other Ash-Husks, an experiment of the gods. It's Spirit gathered together the desperate to do battle for it, though they relied upon the wisdom of others.

One would ask, which won this battle? All three, despite having very specific traits, did need Wisdom to lead, and they had a bit of that. However unlike the gods, their traits had not truly crystalized, and are a tale, embellished. It was not any of these that won, but another.


Tip. None of her traits were particularly great, in Strength, she worked and toiled as a part of the slaves, eventually gaining medical acclaim. In Finesse she avoided the gazes of others while remaining useful, entering Prime-Ash-Husk's camp. In her Wisdom, she gathered a network of the Glowcoils, the ones looked down upon, to be her tentacles with which others could be shifted. And in Spirit, she slowly devoured the support of the others. It all came to a head in the final battle, Ra-Stoneling had been given information on Sune-Whitefang's plans, while Sune-Whitefang had been informed Ra-Stoneling had fallen for the trap, and was to fall into conflict with Prime-Ash-Husk. During this, Prime-Ash-Husk was informed of Sune-Whitefang's ambush position but an hour before Ra-Stoneling would arrive, and rallied his troops to fight. So it came where Sune-Whitefang was struck from the flank, and Ra-Stoneling joined the battle. Sune-Whitefang made to slip away, but ended up having to fight Ra-Stoneling due to betrayal from the Glowcoils giving her position away through the Glowcoils in Ra-Stoneling's army. The two fought fiercely, Ra-Stoneling with his Black Warhammer(made from the blood of the other candidates he had slain) and Sune-Whitefang with her poisoned White Halberd.(made with the bones of the candidates she had slain and a divine gift of Pewter) In this the battle raged until Prime-Ash-Husk joined the battle, gifted with Pewter armor and Tenet jade pincers from his patrons. He fell upon the weakened two and slew them, though both allied against this intrusion to deal quite a bit of damage. Prime-Ash-Husk was victorious! Or so it would seem.

In a stunning act of betrayal, one of his advisors stabbed him with a dagger. Normally this would do anything, but Sune-Whitefang's poison had been subtly changed to a less effective one with a bad interaction with others, a deadly combination. And the dagger ha been crafted of it's own shell, which he freely gave for armor to his trusted lieutenants who did most of the fighting and of one piece which had been lost, sympathy between parts of the whole negating the protection upon Prime-Ash-Husk. While the traitor was slain, it was too late for Prime-Ash-Husk, but for his gods intervention. However now was the time for Tip to slip in as it's trusted medical advisor, a position carefully crafted for this one moment where she could finish the job. Due to laws preventing intervention between combatants in combat, the Savage Gods could not interfere, and so Prime-Ash-Husk died to Tip-Glowcoil, who had wrapped all three camps in her grasp through the Glowcoil slaves. She was not the strongest, nor the wisest, or the most cunning, nor the most charismatic. She was weak. But she used her weakness, hid from others out of mind, and engineered the downfall of her competition. And so as the Victor she was raised to godhood, begrudgingly.

Of course, most of the Savage Gods weren't very happy with an upstart ruining their plans, bar a few trickster gods. As such, she was mostly relegated to slave away as a gopher for the other gods, and when not doing so acting as a mirage goddess meant to mislead others. Her new positionn was no diffierent from the old, and she grew angry at the treatment, unable to grow much beyond her Glowcoil followers in the desert. What ambrosia she collected she often spent on those same followers, for to abandon them would lead to her eternal servitude as a minor god among kings. Thankfully, she did not have to wait long, for the end came and the great gods died, while she survived the same way she had before, by being of no consequence until it was too late. Of note are the two gods she stole form. From the dying god of the desert night, who had been grievously injured before escaping with his life and eye, she killed him and stole his remaining Tenet, the Haze-Fire Eye of Bluebells. From a goddess of oases, she had her followers leak her location and stole her Tenet from her as she let her guard down after defeating the Enemy sent against her, stealing the Pure-Sapphire Eye of Oases. Then, as the heat against the true gods grew too much, she left with her followers into the Ashen Wastes, promises of a better life in the distance where others would not be able to treat them as slaves, but they would grow into a great civilization once more.

[dgr11897]

Name:Howldyne, Twister of the nature of things, Creator of countless horrors, the maker of the walking castle, and sovereign of explosions and earthquakes.
Bloodline: Cobalt
Stats: Strength 1, Finesse 2, Wisdom 4, Spirit 1
Appearance: A humanoid of dead flesh and living stone, in the shape of a Jadeblood, with metal components that appear to be of strange machines attached to his outsides. (If he has a tenet it's probably related to his wisdom, and takes the form of a glowing gem or mechanical arm.)
Personality: Howldyne cares little for the affairs of mortals, or for what occurs outside his own little pocket of the world preferring to warp the boundaries of life and death to raise servants of flesh, metal, and finely crafted stone to defend his stronghold. Beyond that he is known to show great kindness to his mortals, just because he doesn't care about their affairs means he wishes them to suffer.
Backstory: At the boundaries between life and death, and the border of the domain of the Cobalt Gods, Howldyne held a small stronghold, and tinkered, Crafting of flesh and metal soldiers with which to defend his post, raising the dead and crafting life from spirit and stone. He took his tinkering beyond what others were willing to do, augmenting his fortress with limbs and animating it with great magics and clever mechanisms. Going beyond a mere Walking fortress, his Castle was slowly transformed into a work of art, one whose engine broke down frequently and often fatally, getting him somewhat ridiculed by the other cobalt gods. To the gods of other bloodlines, he was fair, he would allow those rejected by others into his fort, almost anyone was welcome, as long as they promised to go no further, and to act with kindness and without conflict. His experiments covered the lands of his territory in traps, Buried horrors in poorly sealed containers, an army of undead cyborgs, countless magical and physical fortifications, he took his job seriously, he may now be gone from that place, but those who made him leave are now missing limbs, or have horrible burns, or were never quite the same afterwards.

[Prophet]

Spoiler: Yog-Har, the Unyielding (click to show/hide)

Name: Yog-Har, the Unyielding
Bloodline: Green Gold
Stats:

Strength: 4

Finesse: 4

Wisdom: 0

Spirit:0

Appearance: Taking the appearance of a pale white Whitefang, with his lower half being the long body of a snake. He has three pairs of arms and three eyes.
Personality: Harsh, disciplined, but fair. He rewards those who prove their worth and show their loyalty to him. However, he's vengeful to a fault, always holding a grudge to any wrong done to him until the debt is paid. He, like most of his former heritage, value cunning and deceit over straight forward planning, preferring ruthless guerilla warfare.
Backstory: Driven into exile out of the eastern deserts by one of the uncountable schemes of the Pewter Lineage, he swore to one day repay this blood debt owed to him. Since then he's taken control of a remote border tribe, gathering the power and experience to enact his blood feud upon his former brethren.