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[Ghazkull]

well isnt today the 27th?

[Caesar]

I am happy to announce that I received nine applications, and that they were all..

More than good enough.
Which means that all of you who applied will be in the next Godhood.
Now to think of how to set it up and go over these suggestions.

[Atilliano]

Finally certainty! I really thought I wouldn't make it with my crappy story... phew...sooo...this was my story thingy:

It was a cold and rainy night, a strong wind blew into the noses of the soldiers, the scent of sweat, blood and roasted meat coming from the north. They would soon arrive...
The men were frozen, not of the cold, but of fear... Frozen, not of the mighty wind that hit their bodies, but of the terrible scent it spread wide and far... A scent that made every animal of the wild instinctively flee in panic and fear of death... Suddenly, a group of dark shadows were spotted in the rain, and they were soon backed up by more and more of their kind. They formed a wall, and marched towards the heavily outnumbered forces of the Kingdoms of Men. Terrible roars came out of their opened mouths.
They were here... As the shadows became more clearly visible, the soldiers could see what monsters they had to fight. The beasts, now standing only half a mile away from them, looked vicious and terrible. Their skulls were curved backwards, giving them a flat forehead, and less space for the brain, so it was smaller than that of men. Terribly sharp teeth filling all of their mouth could penetrate any flesh and tear it off until only bone was left. A copper-brown skin they all had was tough, and hard to penetrate.
terribly sharp nails came out of their strong hands. Being a foot larger than the average human, they were very large, sturdy, strong and wielded strange-looking large two-handed broadswords, one handed longswords, spears, axes and pikes. They had armor consisting of all kinds of mail, plate and leather protection, scraped together of everything they could find during their raids and remade into their kind of weaponry. But all these things were not what made them powerful, sheer numbers were.
Thirty-thousand Svorrog, as they were called in the language of men, marched onward.

'Soldiers! We are here to make sure these beasts will not get any further into the realms of men! We will no longer stand idly by while these creatures of darkness burn our farm plots, spoil our wells, loot our homes and rape our women!' Shouted the general of the small ten-thousand strong human army which mostly consisted of frightened peasants, called upon the defense of the kingdoms. 'We are here, so that Ieon will not fall! We are here, so that the Neverending Light will shine on, just as bright as it always did!' 'Yes!!' The men on their turn screamed across the fields. 'For the Realms, for Ieon, but most of all for the Neverending Light and it's gods!!'
Many warcries they screamed, and then, the men charged. Both armies closed in on each other... The Priests of Light shouted some words and a heavenly light broke through the clouds and darkness... The Shamans of the Svorrog screamed words in an unknown language and poured ash on the ground in front of them, The darkness their army stood in became unnatural, as this 'level' of darkness could normally not be possible to achieve without divine powers at work...

Here would be the most important fight in the history of Ieon,
two armies, both blessed by their gods, one moving through the darkness, the other through the light,
one fully geared for war, the other heavily outnumbered.
Then, the waves of Men and Svorrog collided...

so, what did you guys make???

[Ghazkull]

low humming and the sounds of pumps were echoing through the enormous hall. Barely lit at all through the status lights of the apparitons the fetuses swam almost undisturbed in the large artificial uteras which a thousand per uterus shared. An enormous superplacenta at the ground of these "ponds" was providing them through snaking black tubes with oxygen and artificial breast milk. Swimming freely around they almost looked like they would play with each other. The eerie silence was broken by the sound of footsteps on metal. A large broad officer in the uniform of the Birthing Corps was staring at his clipboard while standing in front of the ponds. Behind him another man in a quiet simple, yet expensive looking garment showing clearly his noble heritage was standing in solemn silence. The officer was muttering to himself while checking something on his clipboard. While walking past the infants, the almost ghostly stillness of the  greenish fluid of the uterus was destroyed by sudden movements: a large figure was pulling himself out of the tank in something that looked like strange mix of a diving- and an EVA-suit. The soaking wet figure closed in to the officer and the noble and removed the hood/helmet-like garment that enclosed its head.

Fritz i adjusted the oxygen valve at C-113 a bit, he had low oxygen readings.

Now turning to the noble the man in the Eva-suit grinned from under his grey well-trimmed beard.

Eldred! It must have been nearly a decade! What brings you down here to the Birthing facilities?

the large blond noble betrayed a small uplifting of the corners of his mouth

Dr.DeMorrs, you know very well why i am here. Our customer is demanding even more troops and i am here to ensure that the numbers of our brothers are ever increasing. And anyway that was only 5 years ago...

The grin vanished rapidly, DeMorrs had worked for House Crow or rather the Crow Guard for the last twenty years and he knew that failure was not acceptable anywhere in their rows.

Yes, of course! We raised the production at least by 10 percent my liege. This Regiment here is almost ready for decantation! Since we increased the time between pollination and decantation to 21 months, they grow faster, learn better and overall capacity lies 150% over that of an normal soldier

The doctor waved towards the enormous tank, were some of the infants had already reached an state far too large for a normal human baby.

This is all well and good DeMorrs but that is something you already told me last time i was here. And to be frank, one Regiment will surely not quench the demands of our customers, they ordered 25 and not one.

The doctor was paling a bit, but then regained posture. Never show weakness in front of a Crow...

Of course my liege! As you surely have already noted we have more than one Regiment at a time in production and currently we have 4 Regiments ready for decantation needless to say that just yesterday we have already harvested the one.

Still dressed in the soaking suit the doctor left the Officer of the Birthing Corps to his clipboard and led the noble away.
___________________________

After several minutes the Doctor led him to a large mess hall where several hundred soldiers with gas masks stood in formation. A soldier in the slightly more decorated uniform of a Feldwebel was standing in front of several hundred creches.

Alpha-Company you are now responsible for the education,upbringing and training of these assigned infants. They are your half-brothers, so care for them and treat them as they were your own. Should the infants deemed not sufficiently educated at the age of 4 you and your child will be found "NSS" Non-sufficient-standard and summarily executed.
Assignment finished, grab your designated brothers and give them a name if you wish.

While waving at the soldiers he continued his explanations.

The newly decantated regiment gets immediately assigned to their larger brothers and...

You are boring me with information i already know first-hand DeMorrs. tell me something i didn't knew up to now...

Ah yes of course...i-i-i forgot that you were...

a piercing glare turns the skin of the doctor almost white as wax.

i-i-i m-m-mean of course are one of the Crow Guard. Well i will lead you to Regiment C-5, which is currently in the Educational-phase. Through enhanced genetic treatments and by increasing the tolerance for growth hormones in the gene-seed we were able to...

another glare stopped the explanations of the doctor immediately

I am not interested in your explanations DeMorrs, i am here to see outcomes. Time is of essence and you know that. By next month House Stahlheim ordered 5 new regiments and i am willing to give them to them.

Without another word the doctor lead the noble away...
_____________________

...They reached the training facilities of the almost ready trained regiments. In a large gym hall several soldiers in full uniform were doing Close-Combat exercises.

DeMorrs i said i wanted to see your outcomes not some soldiers honing their close-quarter-skills...

a sly grin escaped the doctor

But these are the outcomes Lord Crow. These "soldiers" are actually just 14 years old. As i already told you our improvements in the gene therapies and with the growth hormones allowed us to increase overall growth of the specimens they have reached with 14 the physical and mental status of an 21 old average Crow Guard Soldier. These men are issued next week their own "Children" and in 4 years they are ready for deployment.

For the first time since the beginning of the meeting a look of respect and awe entered the face of the nobleman.

Of course 30 Regiments are currently ready for deployment, my liege as i was well aware of your high standards...

The doctor led the noble to an elevator which brought them back to he surface of the planet, after a short walk the ended on a balcony overlooking the Spaceport of the Facility. In well arrayed formations a regiment was entering an Surtr-Class Cruiser while next to them an Pioneer Battallion moved heavy breaching drills and palettes loaded with massive artillery rounds ,whose "ATTENTION: CHEMICAL HAZARD TARFIC-9" signs could be made out even from the balcony, into the cargohold.

As i told you, Lord Crow we are just on schedule...


OOC: i personally find it somewhat bad need far more refining but meh...any way im still somewhat unsure what to take...maybe a God of Atrocity!
 
 

[Evergod41]

Spoiler: It's a story, who wouldn't spoiler it? (click to show/hide)

In the beginning, there was nothing. In one instant a Being came into existence, It knew not of Itself, nor of the nothingness surrounding It. The next instant, the Being was omniscient of Itself, and omnipotent over the nothingness around It; It was then when the universe was started, created by this Being, of course the Being knew not of what It created and It traveled this new world, creating more in Its wake. Time passed, stars were born, planets formed, and galaxies came together. The Being got bored, It loved all of the new things around It, but there was nothing It could do, other than create or destroy. It created, not more celestial bodies, but life, others like Itself, since that’s all It truly knew. These new beings were strange, not like the original, they had intent, they had creativity, they had will. And with these things they also created, more life, weaker but even more like their creators. The Original simply watched the creation going on around It, and watched the reactions between Its creations, and their creations. To the Original, the acts were strange and foreign, but to the creations, it was simple emotions and sanctions. These things were what the Original studied, and eventually mastered, It even partook in some of the things going on, until… It was a strange moment, and only the Original truly understood It, for that was all It knew before It created, the nothingness was returning, taking back everything that is, and returning it to nothing. The creators were safe, since they had no true physical form, but the creations were decimated, and soon, all returned to nothing.

Solid wall of text form, there was a break in there somewhere but I have forgotten where...

Vague and undefined, just like the rules.

[ragnarok97071]

Mine was kind of silly.

All of you are incredibly serious.

Spoiler: Silly (click to show/hide)

   The God, who I may mention is incredibly good looking, looked upon the void, and he was angered. Raising his hand, he tears asunder the emptiness, bringing forth a Creation. This creation was birthed of fire and wind, of water, earth, and lightning, and a thousand other forces which commingled in harmony to create a World.

   But this was not enough. The God felt that his world was still empty, and set forth to populate it, And of course, with his all-around wonderfulness, succeeded. First he created the plants, trees and grasses, flowers and weeds, and spread them throughout Creation. The greatest of these, the world tree Yggdrasl, he entrusted with some of his enormous power, and thus was the first Godling born. Yggdrasl would become the protector of life on Creation, striving to keep together the creatures which The God and the other Godlings would create.

   After creating the plants, he begins to work on the Fauna of Creation. Some of these are the animals that we know, such as wolves and squirrels, but also he created many unique creatures: The Ot'Ten, great chitinous creatures which are sometimes used as mounts, as well as a slew of other odd creatures.

   And then he would rest, like the deserved to. But soon, he realized that he would need aides in Creation, other beings which could aid him in making Creation flourish. Extending his will, he shaped a multitude of Godlings and Demigods, of both light and dark, good and evil. Most notable of these were Eteron, God of War, and Dekerna, Godess of Death, who would be the driving force for many of the early creations. Throughout the eons, these Godlings would create scores of intelligent and non-intelligent creatures, and bring civilizations from rise to fall in what would seem like a heartbeat to them.

   And so the pattern held, for ages after ages, until one day, one of the godlings got uppity. Of course, by this point, The God had decided that it was more entertaining to leave creation to his Godlings, and thus didn't help, while one of them went around destroying Homes, Gardens, and Small Yappy Pet Dogs. Of course, this angered the godlings who had dominion over Homes, Gardens, and Small Yappy Dogs, and they convened a Council and managed to convince some other gods to help them get revenge.

   The god in question was Abrax'Xiano'Aranaik, the godling in charge of Lost Socks and Rediculously Long Names, and was suitably miffed about his station. At one point he was heard to complain “Why is there a god of lost socks? The sock hasn't even been invented yet!” Of course, the rest of the gods, being stuck with dominions like farming, war, and the sun, didn't care much. So one day, he decided he had enough of this shit, stole one of the other gods' artifacts, and used it to blow some shit up. This led to him gaining the sphere of destruction, which he liked a lot better than lost socks.

   Of course, now that the rest of the godlings wanted him dead, he had to do something drastic. This, of course, led to more blowing up of stuff, and more power for him. At one point, he just decided that he was going to just off the lot of them, and, odd for this sort of tale, he did. They all met up, squared off, and then Abrax'Xiano'Aranaik (Who had since shortened his name to Abrax) dropped all of them into the void. Needless to say, The God really didn't care. He made some more Godlings, and convinced Abrax to stay on and keep silly things like Gods of Lost Socks coming around again and destroying the universe.

   Nothing much has happened since then, and to be quite honest, I'm glad for it. It took a lot of power to create the last batch, and I don't really feel like doing it again. Honestly, creating matter is hard work. Have you ever managed it? No! Show some Me-Damned respect, for the love of all! Oh well, I've run out of things to talk about. I'm off to watch the fools get themselves in trouble again. If I remember correctly, one of them was about to try to make himself a God-King. Should be interesting how they deal with him this time.

[forsaken1111]

It may be crap, it may be good. I honestly can't tell. I banged it out in about 40 minutes including editing. I didn't want to spend longer on it because that is probably the length of time I'll be able to devote to posts if I do play. Anything more than that wouldn't be a good indication of my posting quality. Enjoy!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The stars shine down upon the world with ambivalence, cold and uncaring from the depths of the void. In the nothing between the worlds, all is quiet and stillness and empty. For countless years, man and beast scurry across the blue planet below, setting about their lives with enthusiasm and relentless ambition belying their short existence. To the cosmos they are but insignificant flickering candle flames burning in the night. The universe continues as it has for untold millennia, unchanging and immutable and uncaring.

Yet something stirs in the darkness, drawing near. It comes from Outside, and approaches the very fringe of the world, the periphery of the planar clockwork on which the planets and cosmos spin. Its approach is sensed long in advance of its arrival, however, and the universe itself reacts.

In a spasm of raw creation, the Gods are born. Beings of stupendous ability spring forth from cosmic necessity, empowered by the very essence of creation to maintain the balance of the universe. These gods, though petty and indulgent, are also gifted beyond belief and nearly unlimited in their capacity for benevolence... or malevolence.

Though created for a purpose, these beings are intelligent and independent. They quickly discover the empowering effect of mortal prayer and worship. Many of them forsake their charge and descend to the world, establishing complex religions and dogma by which their mortal vassals may live and sacrifice in their names. More still fade away into the void, consumed by apathy or engrossed in the contemplation of esoteric concepts and experimentation. Only one held to the cause; only one remained at the fringe when the threat arrived.

Telopsis embraces his wife, the goddess Tipitha, before turning with her to gaze upon Earth. He reflects upon the past as he watches the small blue world turn beneath them; so much has changed since the emergence of the deities. Tipitha is revered as the goddess of the hearth, she who watches over the homes of the faithful. Their son Tannith, god of autumn and the harvest, and their daughter Tinnia, goddess of summer and rain have both taken their places within the pantheon of the world. No mortals revere stern Telopsis, for he remains far from the world. He alone watches the Fringe for the foretold enemy. He alone guards the gateway, returning once each century to be with his family. This would be his 100th exodus to the outer beltway and the orbiting void gate there, the only portal through the Veil. The Enemy would be coming soon; Telopsis could feel it. Like a quickening of the pulse, similar to what base carnivores experience prior to a hunt, he could sense his destined quarry nearing.

He bade farewell to brave Tinnia and loyal Tannith. He held his loyal wife Tipitha, faithful and loving despite his constant absences. Had he any concept for this feeling, he would name it love. Sadly, Telopsis had little experience with mortal emotion, and the best he could manage was a dour nod. Only during these rare times, as a concession to his family, did he take a mortal form. Rough cheeks, rugged jaw, and almond-shaped eyes of fierce blue shaped the deity’s face, features like tanned leather over chiseled granite.

“Must you go, father?” Asked Tinnia, beginning their age-old ritual.

“I must, my daughter. For you and all.” He replied, voice heavy with the decades-long absence he faced.

Tipitha, eyes wet with emotion, turns her head from her husband and chokes back a sob. Their partings were emotional times; something he respected, even if he did not understand. His wife needed her silence, and he would see her again.

Or would he? In his heart, Telopsis knew the answer. These past few years he had felt a quickening of sorts, akin to the rush of adrenaline a predatory animal must feel just before the kill. His destined foe approaches, he knew it as certainly as he knew his name, and this foe was waiting for him this time out at the fringe. One way or another, he felt that this would be his last departure from his family.

Telopsis is absent for seven days and nights, and then a new star shone in the sky. Instantly, his family’s hearts grew heavy, for they knew what this sign would portend, and those fears are confirmed shortly thereafter as a meteor comes streaking to earth. It burns with a bright, pure light as it strikes and shatters the atmosphere. The shockwave from its impact levels mountains and shakes entire continents. At the impact point, nothing survives.

The following inscription is found carved into an obsidian stele, the words etched deeply into the volcanic glass slab found at the edge of a massive impact crater.

I am Telopsis, Keeper of the Veil, and I leave this record for those who rise from the ashes. In my fall, I have bound my power to this, the ninth and final seal, to forever keep the forces of the Æther at bay. By my sacrifice, the world is free. Astra’ath shall not claim this world, and has been banished to a far off place, locked within its dark sun. Now I rest, and maintain the wards which keep this place safe. May my beloved family forgive my selfish vigil.

[Iituem]

Alas, I wasn't able to apply in time (auditions got in the way), but good luck and much fun to those who made it through!

[Fortis]

I can't find the entry I wrote up on my computer, but Caesar should still have a copy. If you could, would you post that for me?

[Acanthus117]

I'll be content with watching, I guess.

[Humaan]

Woot! Apocolypse, here we come!

...subtly, of course.

[ragnarok97071]

Did anyone but me do something that wasn't dead serious?

[dragnar]

Alas, I wasn't able to apply in time (auditions got in the way), but good luck and much fun to those who made it through!

Same here, got too busy with other things over the past week. Ah well, maybe I'll apply later, it things slow down enough.

[forsaken1111]

Did anyone but me do something that wasn't dead serious?

Does it matter?

[Digital Hellhound]

Ehh.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Tasakh of Khade had lived his entire life in the desert. It was not that he had never seen water before - it had rained once, in his youth, and muddy water sometimes came from the cracks in the rock - but never like this. The ancient, dried-out riverbank he had gone to sleep against in the evening had undergone an incredible transformation during the night.

Clear, fresh water gushed onwards all around him, pushing years of dust and rock away from it's path. The cold water felt incredible against his back after a lifetime of suffering under the eye of the sun. Tasakh didn't dare to move. He had no intention of breaking the magnificient illusion.

An ayk leapt down from the cliffs and sank it's head under the stream, right by Tasakh's unmoving form. Getting near one of the large herbivores was usually the feat of a master hunter, and catching one was a cause of great celebration to the tribe.

Tasakh could smell the thing's breath and feel the heat of it's body. He could have touched it just by raising his hand.

High above, clouds were drifting by - stormclouds, bringing with them life-saving rain. But these were not the small, drifting clouds that usually ended up in the desert. The whole sky was turning black, vast walls of rain and thunder roaring towards him. He could have sworn there was a beautiful chariot leading the clouds, pulled by silvery, horse-like beasts. Perhaps there was. It was a dream, after all.

Something touched his hand from below, and Tasakh pulled himself up in surprise. He let out a string of curses, crawling up to dry ground. But the dream didn't end - the waters and clouds remained, and he could clearly feel raindrops battering his head.

In the now-alive river a sleek creature zigzagged forward, following the onrushing waters. He had never seen anything like it, but recognized it from tales told to him about merchants from far-away lands. Fish, animals that did not need to breathe and lived in the waters.

He took a few steps back, holding his head and stepped on grass. It was wet, but that did not surprise him anymore. The world was changing into paradise around him. The ground had turned green, the desert sand swept away by spreading life. Even the air was beginning to feel different. It took him a few moments to realize it was simply lacking the ever-present dust thrown up by howling desert winds.

Footsteps from behind made Tasakh spin around in alarm. He stumbled backwards almost immediately, astonished by the beings that were now arising from the vibrant ground and waters.

Human-like creatures of grass, leaves, soil and bark, followed by transparent, graceful beings made of flowing water. They marched onwards - some smiling or nodding at him, but never stopping or hesitating even for a second. Where they stepped, new, strange plants and vegetation grew. As he watched, more and more arose from the ground or the river, sending wild displays of plantlife growth across the ground.

'Amazing, isn't it?' whispered a voice into his ear. Tasakh screamed and leapt away - he hadn't heard anyone approach. The voice laughed, somehow immediately calming his nerves. He looked up cautiously.

The newcomer was a tall woman with dark skin, covered in a variety of strange tattoos. She was clad in a form-fitting dress of vines and grass, and was immensely beautiful - and not just because of her looks. She shone with a strange, inner light, and Tasakh realized he could not ever fear or hate this being. Lush, dark hair flowed across her shoulders, framing a warm face - but his hunter's mind saw the piercing, ancient eyes. She was not to be underestimated.

'It's about time we did this, in my opinion. We reclaimed the North years ago, but my brother insisted on finishing his little toys before we did anything else.' she said, rolling her eyes. ' What's your name, dear?

Tasakh struggled with an answer. It seemed like an eternity he had last spoken. ' I... I... I am Tasakh of the Two Moons Tribe.' he paused, realizing the woman had not spoken his tongue at all. 'What is happening? Who are you?'

' Ah, my apologies. I should have introduced myself. I am Rhoan, the Green Lady.' Then, seeing the confusion on Tasakh's face, she added ' I am the mistress of all things living, the goddess of life in all it's forms.'

It took Tasakh a few moments to figure out what the woman was saying. If it had been anyone else, he would have laughed.
 
' As to your first question... we are taking back these lands, as you can see. Kharon has ruled here for too long.' she said, nodding towards the sun. It was quickly disappearing below the cloud wall.

'The desert... it will be like this? All of it?' Tasakh asked. The idea of the dead land, a constant in his life since his birth, being replaced by green was wondrous. The woman simply nodded.

' I... I must find my tribe.' he whispered, mostly to himself. He had no idea what his family would do.

' Farewell, then.' the woman said. ' I won't keep you here.' 

The woman watched him go for a while before returning to her work. The reign of the Sun King was ending.