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[Roboboy33]

Waitlist. NOW.

[Digital Hellhound]

((Sorry, I didn't think I needed to post. I'm all for Syreth.))

[thatkid]

OOC: Syreth it is. I'll edit this post with IC stuff in a little bit.

[Misho]

Waitlist please.

[Ghazkull]

*cough

[thatkid]

OOC: Sorry, meant to reply last night but I got sidetracked by a philosophy paper.


A consensus among the divine: Syreth, a name which will perhaps someday come to mean "Haven" in a lost and forgotten tongue. You now each inhabit this place, having claimed your place in its creation. Your powers limitless, your conscience expansive beyond words.
What do you do?

[Taricus]

Tyvus bides his time for a while.

[micelus]

Elsom took to the tower and made it his domain within a domain. He decreed that all knowledge and pieces of wisdom would eventually end up within. To that extent, he created the Antivellium; unliving sentient automatons who guarded the tower and it's knowledge. Although lacking in physical emotion, in truth they felt it as much as any other mortal.

In another time, and another place, Elsom crafted a new dimension, different from the shared realm of Syreth. At the centre of it was a lifeless chunk of earth and fire and water exactly 100 sq km and in the centre of it he placed one structure, an obelisk. On this obelisk words of wisdom and kindness were written, but the largest message was this "Wisdom and Love; truest pleasure."

[shadenight123]

the stormy clouds which loomed above were given the role of nests for the loyal servants of the Shadnazaer, the crackling vultures of death, which would reap that which was not meant to be. and he would wait, for a time were his job of overseer of life and death was meant to be.

[thatkid]

Elsom: There is no "mortal plane" at the moment.
Unless, that is, you wish to make one...?

The Shadnazaer: Similarly, the gods are the only things which currently dwell within this sanctuary. Do you wish to create servants?

[micelus]

((Kind of....It's only a chunk of rock and water.))

[thatkid]

OOC: I'm talking the dimension itself.

[shadenight123]

Yes, my servants. The valthuri, crackling vultures as big as a house, who have their nests inside thundering clouds.

[micelus]

((After some thought, I have another idea. Refer to rp post.))

[adwarf]

Girshal walked out into the massive courtyard of his beautiful castle, and held his hand straight out above the ground, and began speaking "Form before me the purest of jewels, the strongest of trees, and truest of metals. Create my Sword, and my Judgement, 'Vessius' the Sword of Hope." As his words filled the air a massive sword the size of man rises up out of the earth. Its blade made of the toughest silver, and its hilts made of the sturdiest Oak with Diamonds adorning the handle. It seemed harmless, but it held within the power to destroy cities, crush mountains, and decimate armies in a single slash, but this power was, so great that no mortal could wield it unless gifted it by Grishal himself.