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[Tiruin]

 

This comes up right when I return to slumber...

So, even if there seems no hope for a turn, waitlist me! Please?

Spoiler: Too late though...Sheet! (click to show/hide)

Name: Tyr'Vannen, The Ethereal
Race: Spirit
Spheres: Thought, Dreams, Law
Bio: It is strange that a simple Spirit or a Soul- as is normally called, could garner power by itself. Tyr is not exactly a spirit, it just...willed itself into existence for lack of definition. A being dwelling in the hereafter, once maybe a mortal with past forgotten. The memories it retains are only those that bring story to the spirit. Ghosts appearing in dreams or by the imagination. Benign acts by things unseen for better or worse...

Tyr is neither "good" nor "evil" if it may be judged by those terms, being a spirit, it has all the qualities of a mortal that you would expect, including those that are shunned by many. Though, it has a will of its own and it could be said that the acts of Tyr are out of self-preservation, no matter the consequence.

[IronyOwl]

Waitlisted. In the event that someone drops out or is eaten by rivals, you'll be first in line to take their place.

[Yoink]

Argh, sorry! I had to rush my sheet as it is, since I had to get off the computer in a hurry. Anyway! I think I shall save this act for now, if that's alright, since I'd rather test my powers a bit first.

Mobkogoth, casting his now-awakened divine eyes about for some potential servant, shall compel the nearest humanoid being to pick his tophat form up and wear it, thus granting him more total control over them.    

Derp, didn't properly read the intro! Editing.....

Mobkogoth shall send his mental probes out, touching the consciousness of the One known as Horace, subtly planting the vage blueprints of a humanoid creature, with thick sand-coloured skin, four arms (two of which are slender for manipulating objects, two of which end in large claws for digging and hunting) and barbed horns upon their bodies.
He shall make it a small thing at first, just the beginnings of an idea, and then let it grow as though Horace himself is the one imagining it. Horace should rightly feel rather proud of His/Itself for thinking up such a powerful creature.

And, since I get an extra action for my Act...

Then, the Dread Tophat turns its malicious attention towards the once-human wizard, Derm, his semi-mortal mind far more malleable for the Hat's machinations. Within this fertile ground Mobkogoth shall plant the seeds of a creeping paranoia, nothing too overt, simply a few distorted, fleeting visions of an army of brutish, sand-coloured creatures, bearing four arms and vicious horns; as they swarm in and destroy all the Wizard had strived to create.
With those two small, opening gambits complete, the tophat shall indulge itself in a mischievous smile, and wait...

[Toaster]

1:  Create a land for my followers to live on.  A nice mountain, with a shrine to me at the top.

2:  Now, my followers!  As I was once humanoid, so shall my followers be.  They will be supremely loyal to me.

[IronyOwl]

Turn 2: Treachery

Flood a very large space with various gases.

[4] You create a billowing cloud of various gases. It starts thinning out into the surrounding void rather quickly, though.

You feel a foreign will grapple with your own for supremacy. The stalemate ends with neither the victor; notably, you do not know who or what the aggressor was or wished.

Try again.

[4] You successfully create a pretty green-and-blue sphere. This one's big enough for you to stand on, and could probably fit you inside of it standing up, were it hollow.

Mobkogoth shall send his mental probes out, touching the consciousness of the One known as Horace, subtly planting the vage blueprints of a humanoid creature, with thick sand-coloured skin, four arms (two of which are slender for manipulating objects, two of which end in large claws for digging and hunting) and barbed horns upon their bodies.
He shall make it a small thing at first, just the beginnings of an idea, and then let it grow as though Horace himself is the one imagining it. Horace should rightly feel rather proud of His/Itself for thinking up such a powerful creature.

[4+1] vs [1] You worm your idea into the unsuspecting deity's mind. He'll find it difficult to focus on anything else before long.

Then, the Dread Tophat turns its malicious attention towards the once-human wizard, Derm, his semi-mortal mind far more malleable for the Hat's machinations. Within this fertile ground Mobkogoth shall plant the seeds of a creeping paranoia, nothing too overt, simply a few distorted, fleeting visions of an army of brutish, sand-coloured creatures, bearing four arms and vicious horns; as they swarm in and destroy all the Wizard had strived to create.
With those two small, opening gambits complete, the tophat shall indulge itself in a mischievous smile, and wait...

[1+1] vs [2] You lock wills with the former human, but are unable to overcome him. The stalemate ends in him knowing that some foreign power dared assail him, but not who or what.

1:  Create a land for my followers to live on.  A nice mountain, with a shrine to me at the top.

[6+1] You create a massive, craggy spike, beautiful to those in tune with the earth, but nothing that anything that cannot climb could ever live on. You cannot create a shrine atop it at the same time, but that's okay. It's practically a monument to the earth anyway.

2:  Now, my followers!  As I was once humanoid, so shall my followers be.  They will be supremely loyal to me.

[1] The things you create are most definitely not humanoid, being shifting, tentacled black aberrations. This is almost for the better, as they're certainly able to slither over the sheer faces of their new home, but there's treachery in their hearts.

Idle

While you do not act, a brilliant idea begins to grow within you. Humanoids... with thick, sand-colored skin and four arms- one pair for fine manipulation, one pair for digging through the soil... protected by horns, yes...

It's just an idea for now, of course, but you can't imagine you'd be very enthusiastic about creating anything living in their place.

Spoiler: Pantheon (click to show/hide)

Derm (dermonster)
-Chaos
-Matter
-Energy

Horace (Dave1004) [1 Act]
-Life
-Death
-Creation
>>Obsession; -1 to creating non-obession template life

The Pantheon (Micelus) [1 Act]
-Life
-Randomness
-Machinery

Thrakor (Toaster)
-Obedience
-Spirit Energy
-Earth

Mobkogoth (Yoink)
-Mind Control
-Headgear-Related Shapechanging
-Mass Hallucinations

Azundan (antonsan)
-Life
-Prosperity
-Order

[ansontan2000]

Expand the sphere to about a eighth the size of "our" Earth.


Edited.

[IronyOwl]

That's gonna take a LOT of actions.

[Dermonster]

Build a boundary to keep the gas in, a half dome for kicks. Put twinkling sparks on the Boundaries inner round side, occasionally interrupted by a sun/moon/moon/giant bowl of pasta pattern.

[Yoink]

A mischevious being in truth, Mobkogoth grows bored as he waits for his plans to progress. Watching the work of the other deities, he shall amuse his mighty self by impressing upon Thrakor's mind the idea of the creatures he has accidentally created betraying him. (If I can do another small action as well) He shall also change his hatted form from his preferred one into that of an ornate, spiked full helm, incase any more warlike deities should be tempted by such a thing, thus unwittingly putting themselves under his control.

[Dave1004]

What the hell, guys. Do you always go on Bay12 during my 8 hour sleeping sessions?

I'll work on that land right now, shape and form it to be the ideal living area for my...Er, obsession.

[Tiruin]

What the hell, guys. Do you always go on Bay12 during my 8 hour sleeping sessions?

{Timezones  . Loving the creation by the way.}

[Toaster]

Interesting.  I'll roll with it.

Dazzle the beings with my greatness, and instill them with the true meaning of obedience!

[IronyOwl]

Turn 3: Control

Expand the sphere to about a eighth the size of "our" Earth.

[3] You grow the sphere slightly. You could now comfortably stand in it were it hollow, though it seems making it unfathomably large is impossible without devoting the entirety of your being to the project.

Build a boundary to keep the gas in, a half dome for kicks. Put twinkling sparks on the Boundaries inner round side, occasionally interrupted by a sun/moon/moon/giant bowl of pasta pattern.

[5] You create a masterful demidome of clear force, catching all of the expanding gases within. Decorations will have to wait for later, though.

A mischevious being in truth, Mobkogoth grows bored as he waits for his plans to progress. Watching the work of the other deities, he shall amuse his mighty self by impressing upon Thrakor's mind the idea of the creatures he has accidentally created betraying him. (If I can do another small action as well) He shall also change his hatted form from his preferred one into that of an ornate, spiked full helm, incase any more warlike deities should be tempted by such a thing, thus unwittingly putting themselves under his control.

[3+1] vs [4] You lock wills with Thrakor, but again the contest draws only to a stalemate.

You warp your own form to that of an ornate, spiked helm. Hopefully a god will wander along and put you on.

I'll work on that land right now, shape and form it to be the ideal living area for my...Er, obsession.

[6] The region explodes into a mass of sand. Which would be great for your planned creatures, if there was anything holding it together into a coherent land.

It occurs to you that you could do something else as well, but you wait instead.

Dazzle the beings with my greatness, and instill them with the true meaning of obedience!

[5+1] Your magnificence transforms the treacherous, writhing creatures into ravening fanatics. They make strangled screeching noises, beseeching you for orders.

You sense a hostile presence assailing your mind, but you battle it to a standstill. You can't say what it was or wanted.

Spoiler: Pantheon (click to show/hide)

Derm (dermonster)
-Chaos
-Matter
-Energy

Horace (Dave1004) [1 Act]
-Life
-Death
-Creation
>>Obsession; -1 to creating non-obession template life

The Pantheon (Micelus) [2 Acts]
-Life
-Randomness
-Machinery

Thrakor (Toaster)
-Obedience
-Spirit Energy
-Earth

Mobkogoth (Yoink)
-Mind Control
-Headgear-Related Shapechanging
-Mass Hallucinations

Azundan (antonsan)
-Life
-Prosperity
-Order

[Dave1004]

I don't know what to do...Seriously. Can my people-things live on that place?...Meh.

Try and curse my obsession. Seriously, I don't like ugly sand four-armed people.

[Dermonster]

Create a large (And thick) disc of land that encompasses the flat bit, except maybe hovering somewhat above it.