SLNES II: Descendants of Aadora

For a long time Veldri dwelt in the marsh he had created and was happy with his subversion of the river and the destruction of the plains. Slowly however Veldri became restless; in his dreams he saw the beautiful land of plains and felt their pain as they were drowned. The part of Veldri that was a child of Aadora could not rest with his attempts to totally destroy that which was Aadora’s and free the darkness. Finally, Veldri’s conscience was so pained he fled his mountain home in a simple outfit made of pine needles. He ran north until he found the end of his marshes and pine forests. In this land where the darkness reigned for long periods of time during the winter he sought to make amends. First, in thanks to the pine trees that provided protective clothing for his journey he willed their forest to cover the much of the new land. To make amends to the river he diverted to flood the plains, Veldri willed it to reconvene here and flow to the sea. To protect his new forests he raised mountains along the coasts. Then Veldri laid down to rest. When he awoke the sun was gone and for many days snow blotted it from the sky. Veldri retreated into the mountains and carved the largest into his second home. That night, aurora borealis visited the mountains; the light was searching for Veldri in an attempt to make him swear allegiance to Aadora alone. Veldri hid deep in his home and whenever the aurora borealis got too close to any of the mountains the darkness in their depths would leap for and pull it from the sky. The darkness and the colored light would tumble down into the snow and become frozen. Thus the northern lands became filled with many colored gems and also those which were devoid of light.

OOC: Territory 27 is covered in a large coniferous forest and the marshes drain into a river the flows north to the sea. The coast is lined with mountains. There is a particularly large mountain in the range that is home to Veldri. The weather is cold, snowy, and there is frequently aurora borealis. There are many gems near the mountains.

Haseri said:

OOC: Desert at 3.

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Sorry, but Eltain beat you to it!

New list of available regions:
28, 29, 27, 5, 6, 7, 1, 2, 4, 9, 10, 11, 12, 34, 38, 23, 24, 25, 26, 37, 19, 14, and 15.

Dibs on 11. Will edit with creation post a bit later.

Starlife said:

Sorry, but Eltain beat you to it!

New list of available regions:
28, 29, 27, 5, 6, 7, 1, 2, 4, 9, 10, 11, 12, 34, 38, 23, 24, 25, 26, 37, 19, 14, and 15.

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OK, shift to 2 then. I'll rewrite the story.

OOC: I'd like to claim 19. will write up stuff later for it.

The Creation of the Forest

It stood in awe of its creation. The mountains, hills, rivers, valleys, glades and forests were beautiful but something was lacking. The landscape would awe man, as it awed him, and it would fill their lives with beauty but man would never fear that land. It was wild and rugged but not fearful or terrifying. The Wild One wanted somewhere that was. A place to try the most hardened hunters and warriors of this world. A place which would demand enormous skill and sacrifice but for a prize worth having. Not only would the successful be heralded as heroes for as long as they lived and be able to return to their homes with some of the most wondrous materials in nature, assuming they bothered to collect the skins of the creatures that assail them, they would earn another prize far greater. A horn from a rather strange tree that stands in the centre of the Forest, the horn tree. There are always a sufficient number of horns for each champion to take one. Once blown they summon the Wild Hunt, the Wild One and his chosen riders, often past champions of the Forest who have died and various powerful spirits of his own creation, to the caller's aid. But the horns remain, they do not crumble, for the magic to summon the Wild Hunt still persists in them, and when blown again they summon the Wild Hunt again to serve the caller; at a terrible price. The price was the soul of the sounder forevermore indebted to the Wild One until the soul perishes or is released on into the afterlife of the Mother, Aadora.

So it strode across the land to the mesa of Woololo and in its shadow the Wild One grew the Forest. The Forest was not vast as it's brethren was in the north but it was imbued with his essence. It was a primordial place. A place of impenetrable thickets, deadly animals, roaring streams, almost small rivers. It was constantly changing yet always the same. The Wild One smiled, men would struggle to get through that alive.

OOC: Sorry for the slightly poor story but had to write it quickly to get it up in time for the update. The idea is to produce a forest at 1, with any excess space being filled with grassland. The forest is imbued with the spirit of the Wild One itself and thus extremely dangerous and almost sentient. At its heart lies a magical tree that grants a Horn of the Wild Hunt to every warrior and hunter who reaches it. It allows the caller to call the Wild One and his chosen, often referred to as the Wild Hunt, twice. Once for free and then again in exchange for the soul of the caller.

OK. Everyone get your posts edited/in by tomorrow morning, though! Turn is moving fast.

Rancor now walks the land among his brothers and sisters, not yet trusting any of them. Ever so often he can see one hard at work, working the land into their image. He scorned their attempts to mold the land into something it is not yet ready to become.

South of De'Aadoros he found a gentle flat land, a canvas for his power. And so he pressed his mark upon the surface of the land, burning the land with the void. He hid it under a mound of stone, ore and gems, brought from the caverns he hollowed from De-Aadoros, and built many more storehouses for the greedy and selfish, so that the in the future there will be power easily used and easily hid. And Upon each hillock he grew a great tree, selfish of their own power which they drew from the magical ore, and reigning over themselves and the humble grass around them.

OOC: province 23 will be mainly grasslands. Every so often there will be a outcropping of metals, gems or rich soil upon which towers a gigantic tree. The land has a sullen feel from the constant fog, and is full of life which only notices others when they are hungry or when they are in each other's way.
His 'Mark' is a shadow of the void he was trapped long ago and burns upon his left hand. It was placed in a cave under the largest tree upon the largest hillock. It causes insanity for the weak, but may randomly grant the strong-willed gifts of power for good or evil.

Though most see Woololo as nothing but a common glutton, the truth is that he enjoys ALL the pleasures of the Flesh, and wants to share this pleasure with all. And so, he is constantly surrounded by an Entourage of constant pleasure, where all manners of beings enjoy what is at the same time a Great orgy, Feast, and drunken revel. And so, one night, remembered only as "That night... you know, Bro, that night with that chick? You passed out and she was all into you," The great party moved to an area that had not been walked by any of the gods, yet.

Looking up from the party, Woololo decided that what the party needed was lights. So, he drunkenly scooped a large canyon out from the center of the plain, connecting the lake on his left with the great sea. with the dirt, he fashioned thousands of large pillars of stone, and, atop these, he placed stars which he picked from the great heavens to serve as lights for the party.

The next morning, the party moved on, as it always does, leaving it's trash and landscaping behind.

Days later, following the whiles of the party, they found themselves back in the same lands. That night, the fancy hit the party for a wet t-shirt contest, and with that thought, Woololo gleefully tossed water everywhere. This continued for much of the night, and, the morning come, Woololo froze the scene with a cold breath, leaving arcs of Ice and snow connecting the pillars, all lit by an internal light. And woololo left with his entourage, to continue the party elsewhere. for the party never ends.


OOC: Area 19: a large canyon with a river at the bottom, connecting the ocean and the lake. the rest of the area should be a number of rivulets and swamps running towards the canyon, with waterfalls plunging into the river. in between all of these should be large pillars of stone, hundreds of feet tall, with with smatterings of phosphorescent stone inside them. over all of this are a landscape of ice and snow covering the ground where there isn't water. Arcs of ice and ethereal sculptures, all lit from the inside by the phosphorescence.

The Master of Puppets studied the land of realm eleven. He was not going to get involved in the infighting of other gods, as he did not trust them. But for this realm, he had plans.

He raised his arms. A great mountain started to rise from the ground. It had visible rings of gold and silver around it and a peak of diamond. It rose until it was the highest mountain in sight.

The Master smiled. He whistled, and his Four Horsemen appeared and began circling around the mountain. They circled and circled until they had created a wide, deep, circular ditch around the mountain. The Master pointed, and it filled up with water, creating a ring of water around the mountain.

The Master and the horsemen worked day and night. Around the ring of water, they created a ring of desert. Around that, another ring of water. Around that, he created a ring of plains. Around that, another ring of water. Around that, a ring of tundra. Around that, a ring of tall mountains. To have fun, the master created a metal that glowed and gave off heat. He would put that in the outer ring of mountains.

OOC: A tall mountain with gold and diamonds at the center, with a ring of water, then a ring of desert, then a ring of water, then a ring of plains, then a ring of water, then a ring of tundra, then a ring of mountains with uranium. Add whatever resources possible to these landforms.

then a ring of mountains with uranium

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Let's try to use resources that a medieval society would use. Or, fantasy.

Tarrator plays his flute again in the new territory 6, calling up coniferous forests and filling them with strange pollen. The trees, he has decided, must be able to produce a powerful anesthetic that will help heal many grave wounds, but which will also cause mortals who wander too deep into this new forest to fall into a deep slumber.

The Forest of Dreams springs to life in 6.

Starlife said:

Let's try to use resources that a medieval society would use. Or, fantasy.

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Sorry then. Everything in that post except the uranium.

Also, SouthernKing: Do you mind if we give your deity a name? Master of Puppets is more of a title, and technically all of you are masters of puppets.

edit: New list of available regions:
28, 29, 27, 5, 7, 4, 9, 10, 12, 34, 38, 24, 25, 26, 37, 14, 15, and 31.

Seed (lord_joakim)
"Seed" is conceptually not an adult, whole god. While the other gods have a shaped interest and personality, Seed hasn't grown yet. Seed was created in godly infancy and left lying aimlessly, still figuring out what parts of its earthly corpus did what. Although Seed is an infant god, its body has the features of a still unknown creature, to itself and to the empty world. This also means that Seed has very little involvement in how the world shapes; however, the starting zone in which it was born (Which is unknown at this time) will have importance in its development.

Seed's Birth

While my open arms of gratitude waven openly towards the sky, my motherly creator never came back to me. My bodily sprout was done and old, Aadora had left the place where I was. It was a strange sensation. This was very first moment I remember. The sky was an empty, immense black, around me a vast plains of dirt and dust. Looking down, I saw the shapes of myself and the shrouded figures of mine in this night. I was frightened. Unable to grasp the weight of these things, I just seemlessly and shakingly walked my first baby steps across the realm of Sunfane.



Personality: Undeveloped, curious, naïve. Seed can't talk yet.
Ideology: Currently an empty entry. The development will depend on what Seed sees in this world.

I hope this story and text gave you an overview of what Seed is. I hope you understand why I had problems using actual words in the Ideology and Personality sections of this deity.

EDIT: Story posted.


Deathly Waters


I saw very little reason in what was around me. The ground was replaced with soft, shallow water. The wet sensation tingled my instincts and scared me so much. These spots of water dotted the landscape, casting a cold, grey meadow over an otherwise harsh landscape. The journey to this place had been crude. I knew not back then what hunger was, and I wonder how I could get by with walking around without food or water - somehow, Aadora had blessed me with powers after all.

And starved, thin and hopeless, I fell into one of the marsh ponds. The cold surface slapped me in the face, the wet sensation strangling my teeth and inner mouth. I coughed in bewilderment. Pushing my limbs towards the ground didn't help, as it was nothing more than soft mud. The surface was seemingly longer and longer away, my back being pulled down. I faced up towards the shimmer ahead. At each side only black space roared menacingly. My bones were chilled as I thrashed upwards, eventually breaking through the surface, coughing out black water. What a cursed place this was. I grasped the soft, rich ground and pulled myself out of the swamp water. I remember myself lying down on my belly for a few hours. After I got to my senses, it did not take long for me to walk away from these deathly waters and the sinking trees above them.


OOC: Area 14 is swampland/deadwood/you know what I mean.

Thats fine. How about Blackstorm?

OOC: Blackstorm it is...

Welcome to the NES, lord_joakim. I like your story.

New list of available regions:
28, 29, 27, 5, 7, 4, 9, 10, 12, 34, 38, 24, 25, 26, 37, 15, 31, 16, 17, and 18.

Ch@0s was far away from the multi-colored grassland that he had created some time ago, having found a rather large island instead to become his canvas, far away from that insane Wild One and the nutjob Wooo00000OOOoooooooo. Although none were, he added with some satisfaction, as quite as mad as he was.

He first raised a portion of the island, with large white cliffs by the sea side with small hidden shores. He then created a mountain in the middel of the island, and then placed a large gemstone, built to be indestructible and also to glow brightly with magical light and radiation, on top of it for no other reason than it kind of looked like cherry atop a chocolate fudge, if Ch@0s knew what a chocolate fudge was.

And then he pulled forth the dark matter itself and forged a small seed out of it, planting it at the base of the mountain. The seed grew a small plant... which quickly grew into a plant which spread across the entire island.

But these plants were no ordinary plants. It was the work of the god Ch@0s itself. Portions of the island died and grew back over night, almost changing the entire landscape every day. Lobster-shaped fruits snapped furiously at anything that dared to approach their trees. 20 feet tall corn, not counting its stalk, grew tall over the jungle. There were even plants eating other plants.

And so, Ch@0s, satisfied at his work, plunged into the sea and was not seen again for until 13 days later when he emerged back from the water and claimed that he had attained enlightenment, at which point he fell dead for 5 days due to lack of oxygen and suffered a short term amnesia.

OOC: Add a jungle to area 31, and a mountain. Add a red glowy stone of doom to the top of said mountain. Add in lots of nutrients to Area 31.

We can only geomance one region per update, right?