FusNES01: A Higher Consciousness
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thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Shadow emissaries of Ketor approaches the Realm of Darnag and Kol the Undying, solicitating entrance to deliver a message to the rwo rulers of these realms.
The message embeded in thier spritual cores consists of this.
Greetings Powerful beings. This humble Divinity pleads with you munificience the honor of an Alliance between our realms and powers. Under Our leadership, Darnag, empires will rise in belief to us. Kol, our common beleife in the potential of humanity binds us together.
What say you? Do we create a pantheon? an alliance made in heaven?
Ketor the Humble
The message embeded in thier spritual cores consists of this.
Greetings Powerful beings. This humble Divinity pleads with you munificience the honor of an Alliance between our realms and powers. Under Our leadership, Darnag, empires will rise in belief to us. Kol, our common beleife in the potential of humanity binds us together.
What say you? Do we create a pantheon? an alliance made in heaven?
Ketor the Humble
Neverwonagame3
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Soon an emissary of Darnang replies.
The message of reply is:
Darnang is willing to ally with you, and with Kol should he be willing. But these must be seperate alliances, not a single Triple Alliance.
The message of reply is:
Darnang is willing to ally with you, and with Kol should he be willing. But these must be seperate alliances, not a single Triple Alliance.
Fuschia
A Little Odd
I could, but I won't unless you provide a suitable reason or you think it exceptionally important; here is my reasoning. The court organization is a stat for measuring how effectively and to-the-letter your orders to your court are carried out; their are, of course, pluses and minuses to the various forms, but I will not reveal them. Regardless, placing benevolent is pointless because it does not actually effect the way I deal with the stat in any way.
There will be; this is hardly all the world, nor does it necessarily map all the land within this part of the world. If you want more land, write stories about more land; I will also be introducing various mythical/landmark locations during the updates that will add to the map.
And a warning to the wise: alliances may not be the best of thing to be doing for the moment, unless you are very sure the god will agree with you on most everything and you will not fight over followers often. The updates will have story hooks specifically designed to create conflict, so it will, most likely, occur sooner or later if you have any great differences.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
OOC: O.O I don't see a SINGLE un-restrained good guy: people of one might rape: People of another might build rockets fired at the sun... this and that: we need some NPC nice gods. 
. Also, community and work ethic can be worked for evil.
EDIt: Athenforth is forever a god of good unless someone spent 3 EPs per turn for 10 turns to twist me against my will.. A humble otter by the name of 'Ashtifunt' being my humble thanks for the map, and a tentative gesture of friendship. To Szok and his hard work into the currant map of the world!
. Also, community and work ethic can be worked for evil. EDIt: Athenforth is forever a god of good unless someone spent 3 EPs per turn for 10 turns to twist me against my will.
. A humble otter by the name of 'Ashtifunt' being my humble thanks for the map, and a tentative gesture of friendship. To Szok and his hard work into the currant map of the world!
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
Darkness Rising
In the outer reaches of the known world there exists a chain of islands, now known as the Chain of Darkness. Around 20 tiny islands made up this chain. On them, volcanoes spew smoke, darkening the sky and blotting out the sun. Small jungles populate these islands. However, you will rarely see anyone on the shores of these islands.
These islands used to be home to many primitive tribes. They often warred with one another. Sometimes wars could last many long years and cost many people their lives. Vompi took pity on these people. They clearly needed his divine help.
So, Vompi descended upon a tribe that sat underneath a great volcano. The tribe was amazed at what they saw. Surely it was impossible for smoke to have a will of its own, flying downwards instead of up. Vompi then said in his usual first contact speech. He told them what he had told the Fantoians. However, there was a much different reaction from this group of people.
Oh great Vompi, the tribe elder said to Vompi we are at war with many tribes. We will soon be destroyed by the others who live on these islands.
Have you tried talking with them and working out an agreement? Vompi asked.
Yes. The other tribes answer our kind words with axes and arrows. We now live in constant fear. Please. Help us. The elder pleaded.
Expect me tomorrow. You shall have to troubles by then. The tribe cheered as Vompi said this. If only they knew the cruel fate they had just given their neighbors.
Vompi visited each tribe, demanding peace with the other tribes. Each one answered Vompi by uselessly chucking spears at his cloudy form. They had just dug themselves their grave. Vompi assembled a great host of spirits on one of the islands. It was a host beyond imagination. Man sized rats crawled here and there, gnawing on tree limbs and the occasional small animal. Giant spiders silently crawled among the trees, spinning webs to capture the many bugs in the jungle. However, their break would not last long.
It started with the strongest tribe in the entire island chain. At the stroke of midnight, darkness fell upon the village. No one could see the foes attacking them. Everywhere there was confusion. Warriors accidentally slew their fellow men. However, not a single one of the servants of darkness fell.
On and on the assaults went, from one island to another, each attack succeeding without fail. Within hours all the targeted tribes had been eaten up by the darkness. Vompi ordered his spirits to dispose of the bodies whichever way they saw fit. Vompi himself would go see the tribe he had done this all for.
My followers, I have destroyed all those who stood in the way of your peace! Now, go live as I have told you too and your lives will be forever blissful. Your people will spread through these islands. With that Vompi went back to his realm.
The tribe, now known as the Bozfo tribe, spread through the mountain chain like locusts through a field. They started to dwell in their volcanoes, which started to pour an unimaginable amount of smoke into the air. Soon, the entire chain of islands was covered in smoke. The jungles became home to many spirits, waiting until they are called upon to protect the Bozfo again. Small underground cities began to be made inside the old, dormant volcanoes by the residential spirits. Life is good for the Bozfo.
For now.
In the outer reaches of the known world there exists a chain of islands, now known as the Chain of Darkness. Around 20 tiny islands made up this chain. On them, volcanoes spew smoke, darkening the sky and blotting out the sun. Small jungles populate these islands. However, you will rarely see anyone on the shores of these islands.
These islands used to be home to many primitive tribes. They often warred with one another. Sometimes wars could last many long years and cost many people their lives. Vompi took pity on these people. They clearly needed his divine help.
So, Vompi descended upon a tribe that sat underneath a great volcano. The tribe was amazed at what they saw. Surely it was impossible for smoke to have a will of its own, flying downwards instead of up. Vompi then said in his usual first contact speech. He told them what he had told the Fantoians. However, there was a much different reaction from this group of people.
Oh great Vompi, the tribe elder said to Vompi we are at war with many tribes. We will soon be destroyed by the others who live on these islands.
Have you tried talking with them and working out an agreement? Vompi asked.
Yes. The other tribes answer our kind words with axes and arrows. We now live in constant fear. Please. Help us. The elder pleaded.
Expect me tomorrow. You shall have to troubles by then. The tribe cheered as Vompi said this. If only they knew the cruel fate they had just given their neighbors.
Vompi visited each tribe, demanding peace with the other tribes. Each one answered Vompi by uselessly chucking spears at his cloudy form. They had just dug themselves their grave. Vompi assembled a great host of spirits on one of the islands. It was a host beyond imagination. Man sized rats crawled here and there, gnawing on tree limbs and the occasional small animal. Giant spiders silently crawled among the trees, spinning webs to capture the many bugs in the jungle. However, their break would not last long.
It started with the strongest tribe in the entire island chain. At the stroke of midnight, darkness fell upon the village. No one could see the foes attacking them. Everywhere there was confusion. Warriors accidentally slew their fellow men. However, not a single one of the servants of darkness fell.
On and on the assaults went, from one island to another, each attack succeeding without fail. Within hours all the targeted tribes had been eaten up by the darkness. Vompi ordered his spirits to dispose of the bodies whichever way they saw fit. Vompi himself would go see the tribe he had done this all for.
My followers, I have destroyed all those who stood in the way of your peace! Now, go live as I have told you too and your lives will be forever blissful. Your people will spread through these islands. With that Vompi went back to his realm.
The tribe, now known as the Bozfo tribe, spread through the mountain chain like locusts through a field. They started to dwell in their volcanoes, which started to pour an unimaginable amount of smoke into the air. Soon, the entire chain of islands was covered in smoke. The jungles became home to many spirits, waiting until they are called upon to protect the Bozfo again. Small underground cities began to be made inside the old, dormant volcanoes by the residential spirits. Life is good for the Bozfo.
For now.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Far far south of Silverdale I traveled to clease myself of the sight of the Fantoians. Such lazyness! As I traveled with a small time explorer in a small, triangular rigged ship. His name is Hashank. His ship is 'Silthevak' The Silver shield. His reason of travel: to seek out a land almost Mythical, but know to myself, ruled by a diety called Kentor.
Far south the ship plowed, from the greatest and first coastal city state that understood my ways. A'Laim it is known 'Seamen' and well named. I took my image of a young hunter adventuring his keep. And his kindred soul lead by my tenants let me in as long as I scrub the decks: well, hard work does no one bad! And the puke can be saved for the bombardment of that vile land. God! How will he clean this off without human help? *Bleh*
Suddenly I sighted a giant mountain, So huge the tip is unseen, the sky bleached white through snow. A volcano spluttered at the sides. I zoomed in with my powers and sighted a tribal people. They seem friendly. Tis the crew I interned with are overjoyed for their rations set for a week had to last 6 days already. However, I refused my share and often took trips to the heavens, leaving an incarnate there as I do my other business. However, the hugeness decived us, and for two more days we traveled.
At last we reached it! The land is hot, yet the sky is cold. I feel the coolness refreshing, prehaps the god of Winter presides over the unseen peak? I do not know. However, I know that the people of the barrier isles, the Cordaiks, are mine. I asked for their cheif and show, although the poorness of the people, is decking in gold.
I asked him, probing his mind "Do you ignore this suffering?"
"Suffering? I see none! I see a paradice."
Now, I know, this land is dominated by a god of trickery, perhaps an isle conquered by Kentor. I shall never know, for now I travel east to find land for a new creation.
*~~*~~*~~*
Far to the west I tore away from my people. I needed a clear mind. I tugged at the mallable land, and pulled up a great platau. I smoothed great sloops and beaches. I dragged a great river. I rose a forest, and found a maple/ash forest that change to red in the autumn. I was delighted. I sent animals of colonization. I grew fields of flowers and grain. I sent a captain possessed with a trip to the west from the kind king of A'Liam where my land lay. I called it 'CrizenIzken' Red-woods of Change.
*~~*~~*~~*
@ Fushia, I won't send orders until thursday: Things might happen! However, currantly my EP is spent on converting all of Siltheburh and aiding the colony on CrizenIzken. If needed I can send Thenkayen my younger brother to Get the others. A'Liam is the one to the west of the Hartsgards.
Far south the ship plowed, from the greatest and first coastal city state that understood my ways. A'Laim it is known 'Seamen' and well named. I took my image of a young hunter adventuring his keep. And his kindred soul lead by my tenants let me in as long as I scrub the decks: well, hard work does no one bad! And the puke can be saved for the bombardment of that vile land. God! How will he clean this off without human help? *Bleh*
Suddenly I sighted a giant mountain, So huge the tip is unseen, the sky bleached white through snow. A volcano spluttered at the sides. I zoomed in with my powers and sighted a tribal people. They seem friendly. Tis the crew I interned with are overjoyed for their rations set for a week had to last 6 days already. However, I refused my share and often took trips to the heavens, leaving an incarnate there as I do my other business. However, the hugeness decived us, and for two more days we traveled.
At last we reached it! The land is hot, yet the sky is cold. I feel the coolness refreshing, prehaps the god of Winter presides over the unseen peak? I do not know. However, I know that the people of the barrier isles, the Cordaiks, are mine. I asked for their cheif and show, although the poorness of the people, is decking in gold.
I asked him, probing his mind "Do you ignore this suffering?"
"Suffering? I see none! I see a paradice."
Now, I know, this land is dominated by a god of trickery, perhaps an isle conquered by Kentor. I shall never know, for now I travel east to find land for a new creation.
*~~*~~*~~*
Far to the west I tore away from my people. I needed a clear mind. I tugged at the mallable land, and pulled up a great platau. I smoothed great sloops and beaches. I dragged a great river. I rose a forest, and found a maple/ash forest that change to red in the autumn. I was delighted. I sent animals of colonization. I grew fields of flowers and grain. I sent a captain possessed with a trip to the west from the kind king of A'Liam where my land lay. I called it 'CrizenIzken' Red-woods of Change.
*~~*~~*~~*
@ Fushia, I won't send orders until thursday: Things might happen! However, currantly my EP is spent on converting all of Siltheburh and aiding the colony on CrizenIzken. If needed I can send Thenkayen my younger brother to Get the others. A'Liam is the one to the west of the Hartsgards.
The Great Cartographer
Szok, sat cross-legged in the middle of the Great Library, still in the form of a black-haired young woman. The quill once again was flicking left and right across the map. As it did, ink faded away into nothing, reappearing and shifting elsewhere. New lands rose, matching those created by the might of Darnang, forcibly ripping an island straight out of the seas and smashing it back down some distance westwards. The Chain of Darkness rose out of nothingness, through the surprisingly significant exertions of Vompi.
Szok grinned slightly, noting the irony that an avatar of sloth would go through such efforts to spread his ways.
Satisfied with her work, the scribe rose. The map faded away into nothingness, making its way for the endless vaults in the upper realms of the Library. Striding out of the temple, the figure spread her arms, and lightly fell away through the clouds, towards the sea far below. In a fluid ripple, skin shifted to scale, and a great flying serpent, with powerful thrusts of its webbed wings, flew off into the distance.
Szok, sat cross-legged in the middle of the Great Library, still in the form of a black-haired young woman. The quill once again was flicking left and right across the map. As it did, ink faded away into nothing, reappearing and shifting elsewhere. New lands rose, matching those created by the might of Darnang, forcibly ripping an island straight out of the seas and smashing it back down some distance westwards. The Chain of Darkness rose out of nothingness, through the surprisingly significant exertions of Vompi.
Szok grinned slightly, noting the irony that an avatar of sloth would go through such efforts to spread his ways.
Satisfied with her work, the scribe rose. The map faded away into nothingness, making its way for the endless vaults in the upper realms of the Library. Striding out of the temple, the figure spread her arms, and lightly fell away through the clouds, towards the sea far below. In a fluid ripple, skin shifted to scale, and a great flying serpent, with powerful thrusts of its webbed wings, flew off into the distance.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
OOC: Well, it wasn't really Vompi who made great efforts. He just bossed around his slaves to do everything to protect is followers. However, I guess Szok can think what it thinks.
Excellent map by the way!
Excellent map by the way!
Fuschia
A Little Odd
It is a very good map.
Not sending orders until later is generally a good idea.
Currently I have orders from Darnang, Drahl, Vompi, and Ketor; all of them are good. Keep up the great story writing, all of you.
Not sending orders until later is generally a good idea.
Currently I have orders from Darnang, Drahl, Vompi, and Ketor; all of them are good. Keep up the great story writing, all of you.
Psychic_Llamas
Wizard in the Making
heres the story of Puc: (i hope i havent been to dirty, its difficult to write a flavorful story about a god of sexuality. if it is say so and ill make it cleaner)
OOC: well i dont think despotic fits with the theme im running with here. read my story, i think a made it clear Puc was in charge, and that everyone loves him. thus benevolent dictatorship. however id settle for a monarchy. despotic dosnt fit though.
EDIT:
@ Fuschia: when do you want orders by? ill do them last so i dont miss anything important.
@Szok would you be able to place a mountainous forested island just south of Silverdale? there should be lots of rivers and place for lots of valleys
thanks 
Spoiler :
OOC: well i dont think despotic fits with the theme im running with here. read my story, i think a made it clear Puc was in charge, and that everyone loves him. thus benevolent dictatorship. however id settle for a monarchy. despotic dosnt fit though.
EDIT:
@ Fuschia: when do you want orders by? ill do them last so i dont miss anything important.
@Szok would you be able to place a mountainous forested island just south of Silverdale? there should be lots of rivers and place for lots of valleys
thanks Neverwonagame3
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A god of KNOWLEDGE getting it wrong doesn't exactly work in this setting...
rhawn
Emperor
Vompi seems to be making a lot of friends, especially with his latest action of killing off a large group of bloodthirsty savages.
Neverwonagame3
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NOTE: It may be worth noting that Darnang's followers, who for now are mostly free to do what they want, are likely to be trying to gain political power in most places.
Fuschia
A Little Odd
I am willing to change it to monarchy.
This Friday; I am willing to give a one day extension to anyone who absolutely cannot get them in on Friday, but I'm hoping their won't be any of those people.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
Well, when I wrote the story I wasn't thinking of the tribes to be too big. they were going to have like 50-75 members each. Maybe even smaller than that. And since it was technically revenge for the other tribe, Drahl should be happy.
And you killed quite a few tribes too. A god of the ocean probably wouldn't take kindly to the slaughter and sacrifice of costal peoples.
Fuschia
A Little Odd
Exactly. In fact, an event coming out of that is already part of my update draft, which should be interesting for Drahl. Very interesting.
I'll take this time to remind everyone that every action has an opposite, albeit often unequal, reaction, generally from other gods; if you want to avoid them, be careful.
Psychic_Llamas
Wizard in the Making
@ Fuschia: i have an exam tomorrow and friday, so i dont think ill be able to have my orders in by then, ill try though
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