SLNES II: Descendants of Aadora
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Haseri
Emperor
OOC: So many mountains, it's almost Freudian.
SouthernKing
crickety cricket
OOC: In our IC, let's try to avoid calling something "Region #" and so on. Strictly speaking, the #s should be OOC knowledge. Just for future reference.
So. Many. Regions. Surrounded. By. Mountains.
OK, sorry.
Starlife
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SKILORD
Insurgent
The land between the Forest of Dreams and his original Forest, the starting Forest of his experience, Tarrator plays his flute here now, and dances his jig.
Dancing a jig is not an easy thing though, when one has yet to really manifest their form upon this dimension, until now floating flutes have played little songs to call trees into being.
But now he rips fully into this dimension, a donkey with the torso of a man.
And his hooves frolic as he calls in the Ocean breeze, as he forms the soft sands of the beach. But this is not his nature, the coniferous forest, these are the ways he will heal this world, rocky mounds jut up and break this world's clean disposition throughout so much of the realm. But Tarrator will have his forests.
And so he plays his flute and a new forest springs up behind him, but on this beach he places a special song and binds his magics to the place. The sand here shall appear as gold dust, as sapphires, as emeralds, until it is removed from this place, when it shall be sand again.
Tarrator smiles, let the greedy have their false mineral wealths of mountains and of this beach, but it is folly for them to chase it.
It will all turn to sand in the end.
And now, with his safeguards against greed in place, Tarrator plays his flute idly and tries to conceive of a new wonder to sing into the world.
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Territory 6, did a little magic on the beach, mostly added more forests further from the coast, to hide the Golden Beach.
Dancing a jig is not an easy thing though, when one has yet to really manifest their form upon this dimension, until now floating flutes have played little songs to call trees into being.
But now he rips fully into this dimension, a donkey with the torso of a man.
And his hooves frolic as he calls in the Ocean breeze, as he forms the soft sands of the beach. But this is not his nature, the coniferous forest, these are the ways he will heal this world, rocky mounds jut up and break this world's clean disposition throughout so much of the realm. But Tarrator will have his forests.
And so he plays his flute and a new forest springs up behind him, but on this beach he places a special song and binds his magics to the place. The sand here shall appear as gold dust, as sapphires, as emeralds, until it is removed from this place, when it shall be sand again.
Tarrator smiles, let the greedy have their false mineral wealths of mountains and of this beach, but it is folly for them to chase it.
It will all turn to sand in the end.
And now, with his safeguards against greed in place, Tarrator plays his flute idly and tries to conceive of a new wonder to sing into the world.
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Territory 6, did a little magic on the beach, mostly added more forests further from the coast, to hide the Golden Beach.
Eltain
Deity
Starlife, I have edited my post with information regarding region 7. Have at you!
Name: Kthulo
Personality: Insane
Ideology: He would help a little village by making the land able to grow more crops, at a faster rate. He then would precede a year later to cause the volcano near the village to erupt, killing the ones he helped before.
As Kthulo looked at the world, he saw the region known as #24. An isthmus leading to 25, it served as a natrual to divide the world into parts. He traced his finger across the land, and as he did that a great wall of rock lep from behind him. He looked at his creation and smiled, but something was missing. He waved his hand, and snow fell to the ground, he swung his fist and wind picked up, strong enough to send small rocks into the air, and he claimed this was his domain.
OOC: Create a mountain range that cuts through the middle of the region #24, along with snow and high winds.
OOC: I think I got everything. I signed up for it, but didn't know he had started. Is that okay?
Personality: Insane
Ideology: He would help a little village by making the land able to grow more crops, at a faster rate. He then would precede a year later to cause the volcano near the village to erupt, killing the ones he helped before.
As Kthulo looked at the world, he saw the region known as #24. An isthmus leading to 25, it served as a natrual to divide the world into parts. He traced his finger across the land, and as he did that a great wall of rock lep from behind him. He looked at his creation and smiled, but something was missing. He waved his hand, and snow fell to the ground, he swung his fist and wind picked up, strong enough to send small rocks into the air, and he claimed this was his domain.
OOC: Create a mountain range that cuts through the middle of the region #24, along with snow and high winds.
OOC: I think I got everything. I signed up for it, but didn't know he had started. Is that okay?
Vertinari118
Deity
Other Sides
It sat in a a bough of the highest tree in the Primordial Forest, as man would later name it, and gazed eastward over the Iridescent Grasses of Ch@0s. The Primordial Forest was perfect, it reflected the more violent aspects of the Wild One's character, but what of his more gentle side, which did exist... somewhere. He gazed at the vast empty space that the Iridescent Grasses bled into and decided to create a more mellow but still dangerous land there. He leapt from his perch with greater agility and strength than a mountain goat or antelope and set off at a steady gallop to that open expanse. He became a mighty stag with the most magnificent crown and a coat that gleamed more beautifully than copper or gold. It was the greatest stag that had ever yet walked on Sunfane and would probably be forever. He galloped tirelessly (once the Wild One assumes forms other than generic godness I will use the gender prefixes appropriate) through the cycles of day and night till he reached the emptiness. He finally reached quite as fresh as he set off and surveyed it. A great plains for horses, wolves and men to run free is needed with warm Sun, cooling winters, summer storms to protect crops from drought and animals from thirst but not enough to flood. An even and bounteous land but still harsh and dangerous. Fey woods speckle the plains and glitter in the light. Precious fruits hang seductively and spirits prance and frolic. It is not for nothing these forests are known as the Fool's Seduction and the plains the Wise Man's Home. It was satisfied with its creation. Subtly and beauty are still deadly things.
OOC: Damn forgot this. The region is region 10 and the effect is obvious. A great plain speckled with with woods here and there. The plain itself is more than enough for a man to live off comfortably but one reaps the bounty one sows and thus it is not always an easy life. The forests are temptations to destroy those who are unsatisfied with their lot in life and seek an easier path. What happens within the woods is unknown to al bar the woods, the victims and the Wild One.
It sat in a a bough of the highest tree in the Primordial Forest, as man would later name it, and gazed eastward over the Iridescent Grasses of Ch@0s. The Primordial Forest was perfect, it reflected the more violent aspects of the Wild One's character, but what of his more gentle side, which did exist... somewhere. He gazed at the vast empty space that the Iridescent Grasses bled into and decided to create a more mellow but still dangerous land there. He leapt from his perch with greater agility and strength than a mountain goat or antelope and set off at a steady gallop to that open expanse. He became a mighty stag with the most magnificent crown and a coat that gleamed more beautifully than copper or gold. It was the greatest stag that had ever yet walked on Sunfane and would probably be forever. He galloped tirelessly (once the Wild One assumes forms other than generic godness I will use the gender prefixes appropriate) through the cycles of day and night till he reached the emptiness. He finally reached quite as fresh as he set off and surveyed it. A great plains for horses, wolves and men to run free is needed with warm Sun, cooling winters, summer storms to protect crops from drought and animals from thirst but not enough to flood. An even and bounteous land but still harsh and dangerous. Fey woods speckle the plains and glitter in the light. Precious fruits hang seductively and spirits prance and frolic. It is not for nothing these forests are known as the Fool's Seduction and the plains the Wise Man's Home. It was satisfied with its creation. Subtly and beauty are still deadly things.
OOC: Damn forgot this. The region is region 10 and the effect is obvious. A great plain speckled with with woods here and there. The plain itself is more than enough for a man to live off comfortably but one reaps the bounty one sows and thus it is not always an easy life. The forests are temptations to destroy those who are unsatisfied with their lot in life and seek an easier path. What happens within the woods is unknown to al bar the woods, the victims and the Wild One.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Touching 11. Sorry if not able to write up anything today, or even tomarrow.
Starlife
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OOC: It is fine, but I would really prefer the #s of the territories to be OOC knowledge only. Kthulo would not call it #24 or #25, for example. "Kthulo" is a fine name, though it is obviously based off of Lovecraft's Cthulhu - I do tend to prefer turning our world into a unique, one-of-a-kind, but if you really want that name you can keep it.
If you want to see some good Creation Posts, take a look at LDiCesare, Vertinari118, Circuit, or Celticfury for exceptional detailed ones, or Haseri or Eltain for exceptional vague, shortened ones (obviously everyone's are great and I am not naming names - just letting him know where to look!).
Also, while you may think it is your domain - it may not be. That is truly what is so humorous about some deities making these mountain fortresses! They are yours... for now.
Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
Frethnil looked out from his mountain home. Clearly, he thought, he was not the only deity on the shore of this huge lake. In the east, he could see deadwoods and swamps. Not the sort of dramatics most of his older, bullying siblings went in for, he mused. This could mean only one thing...
His suspicions were confirmed as his oaf of an apprentice stumble up the mountain track. Puffing from exhaustion, he gave his report. 'It's Seed, sir. He's wandering on the edges of that forest.'
That changed everything, Frethnil knew. Seed was one of the few other descendants of Aadora he tolerated - in fact, Seed had been kind to him. He was still young, Frethnil thought. He'd need protection.
'Boy!' he called to his apprentice. 'You haven't done live forest before, have you? Come over here, look at this scrap of paper. Could you help me summon the energies?'
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OOC: Frethnil has geomanced #20. Green is deciduous forest. This merges with a line of hills (dark red) to the south, which in turn gives way to desert. The hills store massive reserves of energy, and Frethnil has built a second home there. He is beginning to regain some of his childhood powers.
His suspicions were confirmed as his oaf of an apprentice stumble up the mountain track. Puffing from exhaustion, he gave his report. 'It's Seed, sir. He's wandering on the edges of that forest.'
That changed everything, Frethnil knew. Seed was one of the few other descendants of Aadora he tolerated - in fact, Seed had been kind to him. He was still young, Frethnil thought. He'd need protection.
'Boy!' he called to his apprentice. 'You haven't done live forest before, have you? Come over here, look at this scrap of paper. Could you help me summon the energies?'
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OOC: Frethnil has geomanced #20. Green is deciduous forest. This merges with a line of hills (dark red) to the south, which in turn gives way to desert. The hills store massive reserves of energy, and Frethnil has built a second home there. He is beginning to regain some of his childhood powers.
Spoiler Frethnil's Draft Map :
I like your story, though.
Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
OOC: Edited orders:
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Frethnil looked out from his mountain home. Clearly, he thought, he was not the only deity in the area. In the south, he could see deadwoods and swamps. Not the sort of dramatics most of his older, bullying siblings went in for, he mused. This could mean only one thing...
His suspicions were confirmed as his oaf of an apprentice stumble up the mountain track. Puffing from exhaustion, he gave his report. 'It's Seed, sir. He's wandering on the edges of that forest.'
That changed everything, Frethnil knew. Seed was one of the few other descendants of Aadora he tolerated - in fact, Seed had been kind to him. He was still young, Frethnil thought. He'd need protection.
'Boy!' he called to his apprentice. 'You haven't done live forest before, have you? Come over here, look at this scrap of paper. Could you help me summon the energies?'
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OOC: Have forest bordering Seed's territory on #22, then a line of hills and desert further away.
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Frethnil looked out from his mountain home. Clearly, he thought, he was not the only deity in the area. In the south, he could see deadwoods and swamps. Not the sort of dramatics most of his older, bullying siblings went in for, he mused. This could mean only one thing...
His suspicions were confirmed as his oaf of an apprentice stumble up the mountain track. Puffing from exhaustion, he gave his report. 'It's Seed, sir. He's wandering on the edges of that forest.'
That changed everything, Frethnil knew. Seed was one of the few other descendants of Aadora he tolerated - in fact, Seed had been kind to him. He was still young, Frethnil thought. He'd need protection.
'Boy!' he called to his apprentice. 'You haven't done live forest before, have you? Come over here, look at this scrap of paper. Could you help me summon the energies?'
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OOC: Have forest bordering Seed's territory on #22, then a line of hills and desert further away.
Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
Oh, also the hills still have the same properties etc.
Polish Ghetto
Chieftain
Veldri went deeper and deeper into his home until he felt the ground shudder and darkness welled-up around his feet. It slid across his skin and wormed into his pores and Veldri fell into a trance. He spoke a great length to the darkness about its plan to undo what Aadora had created, to return Sunfane to the void. At last Veldri convinced the darkness that such a feat was impossible at the present time, there were too many deities inhabiting the realm that would fight such destruction. Then Veldri convinced the darkness that life in Sunfane may be more pleasant for it if the creation were not left entirely to the other beings. The darkness argued amongst itself and final found truth in Veldri’s logic. Then, the darkness ordered Veldri to create an area to the south where it did not have to live entirely underground and that could support massive growth. The darkness wanted a playground.
Veldri traversed the realms of the other gods and goddesses as a shadow, finally descending the mountainous isthmus in the southeastern corner of Sunfane and arrived in a vast, empty land. Veldri waited until nightfall and then crept from his cave in the mountains to work. The first night he tunneled under the soil and carved a massive network of caves, from the isthmus outward, that underlay the entire region. Many of these caves remained empty but some he filled with a thick black liquid and others became a series of powerful subterranean rivers. The next night Veldri climbed to the surface and began to grow vegetation. Unlike his coniferous forests and marshes in the north, this vegetation was overflowing with life. When the sun rose that morning, Veldri remained above ground and rejoiced at his cleverness. The entire region was filled with a jungle with trees so massive that the canopy towered hundreds of feet overhead and blocked all light from reaching the forest floor. The ground was in a perpetual twilight of varying greens and browns and the darkness slowly seeped up from the soil in the darkest parts of the jungle. Like some ancient black mist it rose lazily into the humid air before eventually reaching the canopy and sinking back down to safety.
OOC: Territory 25 is now covered in a jungle; the forest canopy is hundreds of feet high and blocks out almost all light. In the darkest regions of the jungle, black mist rises from the ground. Underground is a massive network of caves, some of which are filled with rivers and others with oil.
Veldri traversed the realms of the other gods and goddesses as a shadow, finally descending the mountainous isthmus in the southeastern corner of Sunfane and arrived in a vast, empty land. Veldri waited until nightfall and then crept from his cave in the mountains to work. The first night he tunneled under the soil and carved a massive network of caves, from the isthmus outward, that underlay the entire region. Many of these caves remained empty but some he filled with a thick black liquid and others became a series of powerful subterranean rivers. The next night Veldri climbed to the surface and began to grow vegetation. Unlike his coniferous forests and marshes in the north, this vegetation was overflowing with life. When the sun rose that morning, Veldri remained above ground and rejoiced at his cleverness. The entire region was filled with a jungle with trees so massive that the canopy towered hundreds of feet overhead and blocked all light from reaching the forest floor. The ground was in a perpetual twilight of varying greens and browns and the darkness slowly seeped up from the soil in the darkest parts of the jungle. Like some ancient black mist it rose lazily into the humid air before eventually reaching the canopy and sinking back down to safety.
OOC: Territory 25 is now covered in a jungle; the forest canopy is hundreds of feet high and blocks out almost all light. In the darkest regions of the jungle, black mist rises from the ground. Underground is a massive network of caves, some of which are filled with rivers and others with oil.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Rancor was feeling generous with himself and this world, this living flesh that pulsed beneath his feet. He quickly glanced around, wary of his siblings, before reaching with his hands to mold the land to his will. It gave in easily, allowing it to change to his desire. He desires... and land which can accept anyone.
He built a small range of hills, and stocked them with strong stones and ores, using the last of the cavern rubble from De'Aadoros. He built numerous rivers and lakes as he walked along the land and gave it fertile life, his foot-hairs building a net of flowing life. And as he brought the new land into his embrace he decided to set his throne here, where he can view the petty struggles of men. He will help the solitary like himself, and give them a trusting hand where no other can be found.
So he set deep within the ground great lodestones of magic and magnetism, and set a pillar floating in the sky by their power. There he placed his mighty throne, both far from all, yet able to see all.
And all can see him.
OOC: Province 11 will get Urals style barrier mountains with mineral depoties and large magical lodestones deep underground.
Lots of small rivers like American South connects and interweaves the land.
The climate is subtropical with semi-decidious forests mixing with palm-like trees.
A large pillar is in the sky, barely visible but it extrudes an invisible presence.
The Mark of Rancor is still hidden under a lush lake, for the hate and fear of Rancor is still there despite his Magnamity. (sp)
He built a small range of hills, and stocked them with strong stones and ores, using the last of the cavern rubble from De'Aadoros. He built numerous rivers and lakes as he walked along the land and gave it fertile life, his foot-hairs building a net of flowing life. And as he brought the new land into his embrace he decided to set his throne here, where he can view the petty struggles of men. He will help the solitary like himself, and give them a trusting hand where no other can be found.
So he set deep within the ground great lodestones of magic and magnetism, and set a pillar floating in the sky by their power. There he placed his mighty throne, both far from all, yet able to see all.
And all can see him.
OOC: Province 11 will get Urals style barrier mountains with mineral depoties and large magical lodestones deep underground.
Lots of small rivers like American South connects and interweaves the land.
The climate is subtropical with semi-decidious forests mixing with palm-like trees.
A large pillar is in the sky, barely visible but it extrudes an invisible presence.
The Mark of Rancor is still hidden under a lush lake, for the hate and fear of Rancor is still there despite his Magnamity. (sp)
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
OOC: My story will be done tomorrow. I'm sorry about the delay, I spent today riding trains, currently not able to write. 
Starlife
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OOC: General Olaf, 22 was also taken before you posted by lord_joakim...
Can I put your designs in 29 somehow?
