FusNES01: A Higher Consciousness
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Psychic_Llamas
Wizard in the Making
no problem
i can imagine it must be difficult keeping track of it all 
cool thanks
Awsome thanks for the rapid reply
Fuschia
A Little Odd
Yes. When you actually do become interested, you will most likely find yourself to be successful. I ensure it.
MooseWarrior
Prince
Great update Fuschia. I'll write more if I can get my internet on my PC to work, because I am currently writing this from my PSP.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
To: Drahl
From: Vompi
Your demon's rampage if highly offending. However, I have a proposition that may help us forget the whole event. I have an enemy I hate, and you have an enemy that you probably hate more than most other things. Maybe we can do each other a favor. This alliance will not be permanent and as soon as it's over we will most likely be at each other's necks.
I help you kill Onuros.
You help me kill Soltalos.
Soltalos poses a threat to both of us, while Onuros just poses a threat to you. I'd be doing you a favor helping kill Onuros.
And if you deny my offer you might have another enemy to fight. Think this one through Drahl.
From: Vompi
Your demon's rampage if highly offending. However, I have a proposition that may help us forget the whole event. I have an enemy I hate, and you have an enemy that you probably hate more than most other things. Maybe we can do each other a favor. This alliance will not be permanent and as soon as it's over we will most likely be at each other's necks.
I help you kill Onuros.
You help me kill Soltalos.
Soltalos poses a threat to both of us, while Onuros just poses a threat to you. I'd be doing you a favor helping kill Onuros.
And if you deny my offer you might have another enemy to fight. Think this one through Drahl.
Interested? I've remade the map four times and written stories each time!Yes. When you actually do become interested, you will most likely find yourself to be successful. I ensure it.
The only reason I didn't send orders is because I didn't intend to do anything beyond what I'd done in the stories, and I was occupied on the weekend.
rhawn
Emperor
A response from Lord Drahl's messenger Ghenargneth:
So the lazy one wishes to offer the Sultan of Gore an ultimatum? My Lord is intrigued by your need for such immediate action. Yet still fail to understand the difference between direct divine intervention and the actions of free thinking mortals. That mortal priest sacrificed his unborn child according to The Pact, his wife and only son weren't necessary, but their blood pleased my master. Yet you seem to believe that this simple action by a mortal is equivalent to sending legions of spirits to annhilate another diety's followers? Until you understand, his thirst for revenge will not be quenched.
To openly speak of killing Soltalos, if ever such a thing could be done, is not very wise. Perhaps if you think things through and use more discretion in your actions, like directing one of your followers in a position of authority in the mortal realm, the Crimson Lord may consider your request for assistance.
So the lazy one wishes to offer the Sultan of Gore an ultimatum? My Lord is intrigued by your need for such immediate action. Yet still fail to understand the difference between direct divine intervention and the actions of free thinking mortals. That mortal priest sacrificed his unborn child according to The Pact, his wife and only son weren't necessary, but their blood pleased my master. Yet you seem to believe that this simple action by a mortal is equivalent to sending legions of spirits to annhilate another diety's followers? Until you understand, his thirst for revenge will not be quenched.
To openly speak of killing Soltalos, if ever such a thing could be done, is not very wise. Perhaps if you think things through and use more discretion in your actions, like directing one of your followers in a position of authority in the mortal realm, the Crimson Lord may consider your request for assistance.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
Soltalos has already killed a fellow god, why can't it be done to him? And besides he would have found out about this pact anyways. It would be difficult to keep a secret from a god. I'm glad your lord is considering my humble proposal. I'm just dieing to hear his response. And I'm most thankful he has decided to bless me with such great advice.
Vertinari118
Deity
To the Lazy One.
I am Thomas Lord of Vows. You have offended my master and I said we should burn you from the earth. Luckally for you my master is not a violent God. He will not slay you until you attack him. To answer your question if you kill a God's true form not the clothing they walk the earth in then yes you have killed said God. If you doubt this then you can ask Ryllan when you pay him a vist.
OOC Great update Fusicha. Don't you dare let this die!
I am Thomas Lord of Vows. You have offended my master and I said we should burn you from the earth. Luckally for you my master is not a violent God. He will not slay you until you attack him. To answer your question if you kill a God's true form not the clothing they walk the earth in then yes you have killed said God. If you doubt this then you can ask Ryllan when you pay him a vist.
OOC Great update Fusicha. Don't you dare let this die!
Fuschia
A Little Odd
I meant more interested as in more interested in the mortal realm, as opposed to making all those maps.
I understand completely. Writing with those things is a pain.
I'll do my best.
Important, sort of: Just as a reminder, any actions taken within stories and orders must now be restricted for a single season, as that is what the update covers for the moment.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Great update! Story soon...
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
Vompi looked at his little paradise below. Fanto Island was becoming all that he thought it would be. It was a safe haven for followers of Vompi. Never would the sun shine on his followers as long as they stayed there. His spirits worked day and night to serve his followers. It was like the perfect vacation spot. Occasionally, Vompi would come down to the island and ensure everyone was getting there meals on time, and then Vompi himself would begin placing orders and gorging down food.
But Vompi still had concerns. His plans would soon call for action. The very thought was like a spike driven into his head. But he needed to protect his followers from the upcoming battle. However, Vompi’s followers were giving him rather high amounts of power. Also, some of his realm’s very essence was on Fanto Island. The effort to do something big on Fanto Island would be smaller than say on the Chain of Darkness.
“Oh minions, I have a job for you,” Vompi said as he lay lazily on his couch. “The Holy Shroud is nice and all, but I have an even bigger plan. First, I need you to gather up some more darkness from my realm. Don’t hold back, there is infinite darkness there.”
And so night fell, and Fantoians could hear a great labor being done outside. When they woke up, the Shroud seemed different. It seemed to call to them. However, Vompi’s minions warned them against touching it.
And so the Fantoians went to bed after wondering about the Shroud and its change. While they dreamed about this, Vompi was still giving orders from his couch.
“Now here comes the hard part! I want you guys to actually compact the darkness.”
Vompi got looks of utter confusion. While his minions could do everyday tasks with incredible skill, never had they been given such a strange request.
“The darkness from my realm isn’t like the darkness found in this world. It has a sort of tangibility to it. Think of it like clay. Mold it until it is as solid as a rock.” Vompi explained.
And so his minions continued to work throughout the night. Before the Fantoians could wake up, the work was complete. People reached out and touched the Shroud. To their surprise it was solid! To show how tough it was to his followers, Vompi had one of his spirits attempt to smash through the Shroud. There wasn’t even a scratch on it after the test was over.
So Vompi’s minions continued to work on the Shroud until it wasn’t even a shroud. It was now a tower. Entrances were made for followers to pass through. However, these entrances were manned by spirits and were closed soon after a follower entered. From an outside view one might see a great thorn of darkness sticking up over the horizon. That was now the Tower of Fanto.
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Basiclly, envision a giant black tower that has an island inside it. I guess it could be considered a really big wall. But it has the top covered also, so I'll call it a tower.
But Vompi still had concerns. His plans would soon call for action. The very thought was like a spike driven into his head. But he needed to protect his followers from the upcoming battle. However, Vompi’s followers were giving him rather high amounts of power. Also, some of his realm’s very essence was on Fanto Island. The effort to do something big on Fanto Island would be smaller than say on the Chain of Darkness.
“Oh minions, I have a job for you,” Vompi said as he lay lazily on his couch. “The Holy Shroud is nice and all, but I have an even bigger plan. First, I need you to gather up some more darkness from my realm. Don’t hold back, there is infinite darkness there.”
And so night fell, and Fantoians could hear a great labor being done outside. When they woke up, the Shroud seemed different. It seemed to call to them. However, Vompi’s minions warned them against touching it.
And so the Fantoians went to bed after wondering about the Shroud and its change. While they dreamed about this, Vompi was still giving orders from his couch.
“Now here comes the hard part! I want you guys to actually compact the darkness.”
Vompi got looks of utter confusion. While his minions could do everyday tasks with incredible skill, never had they been given such a strange request.
“The darkness from my realm isn’t like the darkness found in this world. It has a sort of tangibility to it. Think of it like clay. Mold it until it is as solid as a rock.” Vompi explained.
And so his minions continued to work throughout the night. Before the Fantoians could wake up, the work was complete. People reached out and touched the Shroud. To their surprise it was solid! To show how tough it was to his followers, Vompi had one of his spirits attempt to smash through the Shroud. There wasn’t even a scratch on it after the test was over.
So Vompi’s minions continued to work on the Shroud until it wasn’t even a shroud. It was now a tower. Entrances were made for followers to pass through. However, these entrances were manned by spirits and were closed soon after a follower entered. From an outside view one might see a great thorn of darkness sticking up over the horizon. That was now the Tower of Fanto.
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Basiclly, envision a giant black tower that has an island inside it. I guess it could be considered a really big wall. But it has the top covered also, so I'll call it a tower.
Neverwonagame3
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OBJECTION TO THE UPDATE:
NOT true.
1- Darnang prefers to make seperate empires and play them off against each other.
2- Followers, AS I HAVE SAID, are allowed to persue their own ambitions.
3- The only lands I care about for now are the ones I HAVE CREATED. I am trying to get them to evolve as I desired, but other then that I have NO ambitions elsewhere yet.
4- I SPECIFICALLY FORBADE those followers on the island from further expansion.
5- I TRIED TO STIMULATE TECHNOLOGY on the lands I created.
NOT true.
1- Darnang prefers to make seperate empires and play them off against each other.
2- Followers, AS I HAVE SAID, are allowed to persue their own ambitions.
3- The only lands I care about for now are the ones I HAVE CREATED. I am trying to get them to evolve as I desired, but other then that I have NO ambitions elsewhere yet.
4- I SPECIFICALLY FORBADE those followers on the island from further expansion.
5- I TRIED TO STIMULATE TECHNOLOGY on the lands I created.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Just south of the Hartsgards. On the river Cornzkond. The Hadshid Empire reared its legs. It sent its armies to the east and conquered. And they, although dummies on the sea, attacked other states of importance. Scattering the followers of Athenforth far and wide. And although his followers stuck together. The Empire seemed unstoppable. Already conquered 2 other states their new chariots roared against the enemy, their bronze armour shining in the sun.
However, our benefacter and teacher, the immortal Athenforth picked at the citizens of Hadshidite Caltan. The slaves were soon found working together, working so hard their independence was bought from their owners, who found naught to do with hundreds of people done with their work. Hundreds of them, aided by the god that kept their hopes together. Revolted against the Caltanite. While the disorganized forces arrayed before them as the landlords them selves we enlighteded they pleaded the Great Caltan to let them be: they had seen the power of men working desperatly for a common goal.
The arrogant leader ignored the pleas. And lead himself against the 'slave revolt'. He saw them, rabbles armed with sharpened sticks and wooden shields. And he lead his charge.
His men, disunited, attacked and the men formed a phalanx. All men are equal in need as they charged, killing the Caltan and scattering their men. They freed the city states and all were devoted worshipers of my god.
That was 1 AA (After Athenforth ) and the Caltans are dead by 5 After Athenforth's conversion of the A'Liams.
The Empire still show through today's maps. And they were the ones that also endangered the Hartsgard's haunts. So today. Athenforth's followers worked fairly on this land. The land of Silver Dale. And to this day. We work for ourselves and all.
- Ashliam, scribe of Corlanq of A'Liam
(this is HISTORY, not currant. By then the hartsgard lands are well devoted to me. So by A'Liam's reconing it is 10 A A now.)
However, our benefacter and teacher, the immortal Athenforth picked at the citizens of Hadshidite Caltan. The slaves were soon found working together, working so hard their independence was bought from their owners, who found naught to do with hundreds of people done with their work. Hundreds of them, aided by the god that kept their hopes together. Revolted against the Caltanite. While the disorganized forces arrayed before them as the landlords them selves we enlighteded they pleaded the Great Caltan to let them be: they had seen the power of men working desperatly for a common goal.
The arrogant leader ignored the pleas. And lead himself against the 'slave revolt'. He saw them, rabbles armed with sharpened sticks and wooden shields. And he lead his charge.
His men, disunited, attacked and the men formed a phalanx. All men are equal in need as they charged, killing the Caltan and scattering their men. They freed the city states and all were devoted worshipers of my god.
That was 1 AA (After Athenforth ) and the Caltans are dead by 5 After Athenforth's conversion of the A'Liams.
The Empire still show through today's maps. And they were the ones that also endangered the Hartsgard's haunts. So today. Athenforth's followers worked fairly on this land. The land of Silver Dale. And to this day. We work for ourselves and all.
- Ashliam, scribe of Corlanq of A'Liam
(this is HISTORY, not currant. By then the hartsgard lands are well devoted to me. So by A'Liam's reconing it is 10 A A now.)
Psychic_Llamas
Wizard in the Making
The Negotiations:
And so the Farrdell succeeded. With the divine aid of Puc and his Court, the puny humans that once dominated the farrdell were eliminated, their bodies and blood was strewn across the battlefield which raged for 3 days outside the village that was the Farrdell's last stand. However a village it is no more. where once a valley with hovels covering one side once was, now an immense fortress stood, a fortress of white stone and metal, a metal unlike any naturally occuring metal; it was a golden colour with a hue of pink and was harderthan any other substance known to man. Puc named this metal Orichalcham. The river flowed around the fortress, acting as a natural rapid flowing mote. The Minotaurs had worked wonders. Within the towering walls of the fortress catacombs and gigantic passages of stone weaved, stairs lead up and down. if one did not know the way they would be hopelessly lost. off the corridors large houses carved of stone lay, with large windows with glass with a similar pinkish hew as the Orichalcham.
Below the fortress a similar labarynth lay. in here were forges and workshops of every kind. Puc had ordered his minotaurs to begin training the Farrdell on the multiple ways of working Oricalchum and its many uses, ranging from forging armour large enough to fit the gigantic men, and for fortifications, to use in agricuture and jewellery. Puc blessed the Farrdell with rich veins of Oricalchum ore stretching miles and miles beneath the fortress, but he forbade them to ever tell any other human race of it or how to work it.
The Fortress was now Pacs center of opperations. his Fardell and minotaurs working together over the spring to bring it to its current state. He also soon developed a group of highly devoted individuals, who followed him and his words. he noticed their devotion to him and a thought struck him: "if i could get these people, my preists, to talk to the other tribes of men on this island, they might have a chance of converting their enemies to their side, and mine..."
Thus the negotiations began. The troupe of 8 Fardell men and 4 Farrdell women left The Fortress, with an escourt of Centaurs and Selini. they traveled north from The Fortress, following the valley, with the men sprinting beside the centaur who carried the women on their backs. eventually they arrived at the walls of their nearest neighbour, a tribe known as the Gurterr. as the troupe slowly approached their rivals gates with a flag of truce above their heads, the Gurterr stood stunned on their walls, watching as the group of giants, beauties, centaurs and goat-men approached.
The Farrdell declaired that they wanted to speak to the leader of the village, and after several hours of tense waiting at the gates, a large group of 50 human warriors filed out of the village with a man mounted on a chestnut horse at the center. this mounted man was obviously the leader as he neared the group his features were more clearly made out, he was obviously terrified and in awe. Initially he stuttered but got hold of himself fast: "what do you... ah... people... want with the Gurterr?"
The man at the lead of the Farrdell troupe, a man known as Draun, announced: "we, the people of Farrdell, wish to extend a treaty of peace to those of Gurterr. we have long had our differences, but now things have changed. We have a real God, a God of immense power and might. we are what we are today because of him, we have survived the onslaught from the mighty Stolzok tribe, and we have irradicated them, we lost but 3 men to their thousands. we would surely have died theis spring were it not fro Puc, our lord and master. We of the Farrdell propose you abandon the ways of your god, this Arzen, and follow Puc. he will surely grant you blessings if you devote yourself to him and his court, life will soon be perfect for his followers. If you agree to this proposal, send an entourage of men and women to the new home of the Farrdell, at the end of this valley. there you shall meet Puc and he will decide if you are true of heart and deeply desire his help. If you decieve us we will know, and you shall recieve the same fate as the Stolzok tribe."
The Troupe traveled around the Island of Farrdell for days, giving the same proposal to every village they came accross. only once were they attacked on sight, not even was the flag of truce observed. the Troupe did not even bother with that village, but marked them as those that must be purged the pathetic arrows hit one of the farrdell men, but he did not even notice untill his wife screamed and pointed out the fact he had 2 arrows in his side. he removed them, only to find they had barely pierced his skin through the robes he wore.
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Puc observed his priests progression with interest, he noticed that some of the human tribes on the island were seriosuly considering the proposal, and faith in Arzen was weakening, he felt the mens desires to be like the Farrdell strengthen and the womens jealoucy of the Farrdell women was almost tangible. he was very pleased with his priests work, soon his influence will be much greater. but this Arzen... he could pose a severe thorn in Pucs side. he mus tbe dealt with soon. hopefully this spreading of his faith will weaking Arzen enough...
(map of Farrdell above)
And so the Farrdell succeeded. With the divine aid of Puc and his Court, the puny humans that once dominated the farrdell were eliminated, their bodies and blood was strewn across the battlefield which raged for 3 days outside the village that was the Farrdell's last stand. However a village it is no more. where once a valley with hovels covering one side once was, now an immense fortress stood, a fortress of white stone and metal, a metal unlike any naturally occuring metal; it was a golden colour with a hue of pink and was harderthan any other substance known to man. Puc named this metal Orichalcham. The river flowed around the fortress, acting as a natural rapid flowing mote. The Minotaurs had worked wonders. Within the towering walls of the fortress catacombs and gigantic passages of stone weaved, stairs lead up and down. if one did not know the way they would be hopelessly lost. off the corridors large houses carved of stone lay, with large windows with glass with a similar pinkish hew as the Orichalcham.
Below the fortress a similar labarynth lay. in here were forges and workshops of every kind. Puc had ordered his minotaurs to begin training the Farrdell on the multiple ways of working Oricalchum and its many uses, ranging from forging armour large enough to fit the gigantic men, and for fortifications, to use in agricuture and jewellery. Puc blessed the Farrdell with rich veins of Oricalchum ore stretching miles and miles beneath the fortress, but he forbade them to ever tell any other human race of it or how to work it.
The Fortress was now Pacs center of opperations. his Fardell and minotaurs working together over the spring to bring it to its current state. He also soon developed a group of highly devoted individuals, who followed him and his words. he noticed their devotion to him and a thought struck him: "if i could get these people, my preists, to talk to the other tribes of men on this island, they might have a chance of converting their enemies to their side, and mine..."
Thus the negotiations began. The troupe of 8 Fardell men and 4 Farrdell women left The Fortress, with an escourt of Centaurs and Selini. they traveled north from The Fortress, following the valley, with the men sprinting beside the centaur who carried the women on their backs. eventually they arrived at the walls of their nearest neighbour, a tribe known as the Gurterr. as the troupe slowly approached their rivals gates with a flag of truce above their heads, the Gurterr stood stunned on their walls, watching as the group of giants, beauties, centaurs and goat-men approached.
The Farrdell declaired that they wanted to speak to the leader of the village, and after several hours of tense waiting at the gates, a large group of 50 human warriors filed out of the village with a man mounted on a chestnut horse at the center. this mounted man was obviously the leader as he neared the group his features were more clearly made out, he was obviously terrified and in awe. Initially he stuttered but got hold of himself fast: "what do you... ah... people... want with the Gurterr?"
The man at the lead of the Farrdell troupe, a man known as Draun, announced: "we, the people of Farrdell, wish to extend a treaty of peace to those of Gurterr. we have long had our differences, but now things have changed. We have a real God, a God of immense power and might. we are what we are today because of him, we have survived the onslaught from the mighty Stolzok tribe, and we have irradicated them, we lost but 3 men to their thousands. we would surely have died theis spring were it not fro Puc, our lord and master. We of the Farrdell propose you abandon the ways of your god, this Arzen, and follow Puc. he will surely grant you blessings if you devote yourself to him and his court, life will soon be perfect for his followers. If you agree to this proposal, send an entourage of men and women to the new home of the Farrdell, at the end of this valley. there you shall meet Puc and he will decide if you are true of heart and deeply desire his help. If you decieve us we will know, and you shall recieve the same fate as the Stolzok tribe."
The Troupe traveled around the Island of Farrdell for days, giving the same proposal to every village they came accross. only once were they attacked on sight, not even was the flag of truce observed. the Troupe did not even bother with that village, but marked them as those that must be purged the pathetic arrows hit one of the farrdell men, but he did not even notice untill his wife screamed and pointed out the fact he had 2 arrows in his side. he removed them, only to find they had barely pierced his skin through the robes he wore.
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Puc observed his priests progression with interest, he noticed that some of the human tribes on the island were seriosuly considering the proposal, and faith in Arzen was weakening, he felt the mens desires to be like the Farrdell strengthen and the womens jealoucy of the Farrdell women was almost tangible. he was very pleased with his priests work, soon his influence will be much greater. but this Arzen... he could pose a severe thorn in Pucs side. he mus tbe dealt with soon. hopefully this spreading of his faith will weaking Arzen enough...
(map of Farrdell above)
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
The Creation of the Moving University
Archos slept, a sleep racked by nervousness and chaos. The exams for the university of Kasta were tomorrow, and, though Archos was widely considered the most brilliant Student the University had ever seen, he had not studied for the exams, and further more, as any good student does, had gotten hold of some amusing substances the day before. He did not expect to pass the exams, and would be forced to return to the dull life of a farmer in the barrens (barren at least to him, though they were widely considered the best fields in the world) outside of town.
He was awoken by a glow. Blinking Ethermer the peacefuls, the god of sleep, sand out of his eyes, he saw, floating ethereally through his window a beautiful woman, nothing like the darker skinned Kasmaty. She was pale, like the sun starved barbarians to the north, and had fiery red hair. She wore a silver and golden robe, and she smiled at Archos. He was smitten.
Archos she whispered, with the voice that would inspire the greatest discoveries and works of art of the ages. I am Buri. You have been chosen to receive the knowledge of the most powerful forces humans can control. Throughout Kasmat, children are being given a gift. A power; control over the world itself. I have also given you this gift tonight. You will come with me, and you will learn to master it.
She took him by the hand, and, together, they floated out through his window into the sky. The journey was indescribable, and seemed to last an eternity. Vague wisps of memory remained with Archos, of a flash of color, of the whispers of the dead, of the meeting with Ketor himself. One thing remained clear in his memory: that the gods, except for Ketor, and possible some others, viewed humanity as playthings, as entertainment. He remembered the bloated and sluglike followers of Vhompi, of the battlefield drenched in blood, dedicated to Drahl, of Darnags Giant war games, of Pucs Toys for lack of a better word. And Archos saw the power he was given, the work he was going to have to do, and the need for complete dedication to Buri and Ketor.
Archos awoke in his bed with no memory of the previous night, except for that of a strange dream, and successfully passed all the university examinations. As he left the examination hall, a construction worker, working on the façade of the University of Kasmat slipped and dropped a load of stone. It plummeted towards the ground, and, reacting instantly, Archos lifted his arms. A coil of blue light flew from his uplifted hands, and wrapped around the stone, arresting its motion. In a flash, Archos remember the events of the previous night, and remembered his mission.
After safely moving the stone back to the grips of the astonished worker, Archos strode back into the university. Approaching the head professor, lord of the University, he Stated I am Magus Archos, and I request the creation of a college to teach and train them in the arts of Magic. I will head this College, and teach all those with the gift. And without waiting for a response from the Head professor, he disappeared from the University. A month passed before any received word of his whereabouts. The first that was known of him again were the letters, delivered by Magic to eighty homes, all with children of approximately 11 years of age. This letter announced the start of term for a school of magic, and told the students where to assemble. Implements for magic would be provided at the school.
When the day arrived, all of the eighty students assembled in the location ordered of them. They nervously stood there, waiting for a sign of what to do. Suddenly, around them the air rippled, and they found themselves inside the hall of a castle.
At the front of the hall stood a shrine to Buri and to Ketor, and before these stood Archos, ready to teach his new students everything they needed to know.
Archos slept, a sleep racked by nervousness and chaos. The exams for the university of Kasta were tomorrow, and, though Archos was widely considered the most brilliant Student the University had ever seen, he had not studied for the exams, and further more, as any good student does, had gotten hold of some amusing substances the day before. He did not expect to pass the exams, and would be forced to return to the dull life of a farmer in the barrens (barren at least to him, though they were widely considered the best fields in the world) outside of town.
He was awoken by a glow. Blinking Ethermer the peacefuls, the god of sleep, sand out of his eyes, he saw, floating ethereally through his window a beautiful woman, nothing like the darker skinned Kasmaty. She was pale, like the sun starved barbarians to the north, and had fiery red hair. She wore a silver and golden robe, and she smiled at Archos. He was smitten.
Archos she whispered, with the voice that would inspire the greatest discoveries and works of art of the ages. I am Buri. You have been chosen to receive the knowledge of the most powerful forces humans can control. Throughout Kasmat, children are being given a gift. A power; control over the world itself. I have also given you this gift tonight. You will come with me, and you will learn to master it.
She took him by the hand, and, together, they floated out through his window into the sky. The journey was indescribable, and seemed to last an eternity. Vague wisps of memory remained with Archos, of a flash of color, of the whispers of the dead, of the meeting with Ketor himself. One thing remained clear in his memory: that the gods, except for Ketor, and possible some others, viewed humanity as playthings, as entertainment. He remembered the bloated and sluglike followers of Vhompi, of the battlefield drenched in blood, dedicated to Drahl, of Darnags Giant war games, of Pucs Toys for lack of a better word. And Archos saw the power he was given, the work he was going to have to do, and the need for complete dedication to Buri and Ketor.
Archos awoke in his bed with no memory of the previous night, except for that of a strange dream, and successfully passed all the university examinations. As he left the examination hall, a construction worker, working on the façade of the University of Kasmat slipped and dropped a load of stone. It plummeted towards the ground, and, reacting instantly, Archos lifted his arms. A coil of blue light flew from his uplifted hands, and wrapped around the stone, arresting its motion. In a flash, Archos remember the events of the previous night, and remembered his mission.
After safely moving the stone back to the grips of the astonished worker, Archos strode back into the university. Approaching the head professor, lord of the University, he Stated I am Magus Archos, and I request the creation of a college to teach and train them in the arts of Magic. I will head this College, and teach all those with the gift. And without waiting for a response from the Head professor, he disappeared from the University. A month passed before any received word of his whereabouts. The first that was known of him again were the letters, delivered by Magic to eighty homes, all with children of approximately 11 years of age. This letter announced the start of term for a school of magic, and told the students where to assemble. Implements for magic would be provided at the school.
When the day arrived, all of the eighty students assembled in the location ordered of them. They nervously stood there, waiting for a sign of what to do. Suddenly, around them the air rippled, and they found themselves inside the hall of a castle.
At the front of the hall stood a shrine to Buri and to Ketor, and before these stood Archos, ready to teach his new students everything they needed to know.
Fuschia
A Little Odd
NPC stats of relevant gods have been created, and all of your stats have been updated; not many changed, so do not be discouraged if yours are the same. Those who made reasonable complaints about the update have had it changed in the way they wished; this includes everyone who mad a complaint about the update.
I will be writing some stories later today, although I am not sure exactly when. They are sure to be somewhat interesting.
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@Charles: I am not sure if I quite understand your story, but it seems to me to contain years worth of development. At the moment, we are restricted to seasons between updates and, as such, I would request that you restrict the breadth of your stories to that length. My apologies if I misunderstood, but the story is not very clear regardless.
I will be writing some stories later today, although I am not sure exactly when. They are sure to be somewhat interesting.
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@Charles: I am not sure if I quite understand your story, but it seems to me to contain years worth of development. At the moment, we are restricted to seasons between updates and, as such, I would request that you restrict the breadth of your stories to that length. My apologies if I misunderstood, but the story is not very clear regardless.
The Entry
Magus Archos lay in his bed, dreams of arcane power flooding through his mind. In the moonlight, a small green serpent crept in through his open window. Dropping to the floor, the small creature coiled its way along, circling up around a bedpost. Up on the bed, it slithered its way towards the young man's face. With its unreadable black eyes, it gazed into him, past the simple flesh, into the marvellous complexity of his mind. In comparison to that of the all-knowing god's, his brain was next to nothing, but Szok enjoyed it that way, admiring the unevenness, the cracks that could be sealed the gaps which could be bridged, the vast gulfs that could be filled...
The serpent's eyes glittered in the moonlight. Its mind expanded, reaching into the dreams of the Magus. A yellowish glow appeared, from deep within.
Suddenly, Archos sensed the presence. Panic gripped him for a moment. Was it an assassin? Was he dying? Who could do this!?!
He bolted upwards, seeing the small creature on his chest. A serpent! Someone was trying to kill him. His arm shot out at the finely-scaled green reptile, a silvery-blue in the moonlight. Seizing it, he attempted to crush the life out of it before it could do the same.
However, he found he did not have the strength to crush the creature. Before he could consider this for another second, it expanded, growing into a human form. Gasping in shock, he reeled back, cartwheeling his arms and falling to the wooden floor. Dazed, he stared upwards at what appeared to be a young woman- young enough to be a student. Her skin was light, her hair was straight and black, and she was robed in simple, beige garments.
"What is this? I have never taught this magic!" -Privately, he doubted that he even could perform a transformation himself.
"No, Archos, you have not."
"Who are you?"
"I'm surprised you haven't recognized me yet. I suppose that can be put down to the adrenaline in your system, and your rather suddenly interrupted rest."
Realization dawned upon Archos' face.
"The serpent! My god..."
Szok allowed herself a small chuckle at the irony of his exclamation.
"How is this possible? If you are the god of knowledge, how could you have been surprised? How- no why would you say 'suppose'?"
"Those are some of the more unique first questions I've been asked. Most people just want to here about their future. But to answer, I find that communicating with humans is much easier when I use common parlance. I could speak as I would with my peers, if you wish."
Without any more warning than that, Archos' mind was blasted by a stream of raw, psychic information. He reeled back once again- fortunately, he was already on the floor, and did not have far to fall. Nonetheless, his head hit the wood with a resounding thud. Szok sensed several of his thoughts fading from his mind, and quickly willed them back into place. Groggily, Archos rose up once again, shaking his head as if someone had just dumped a bucket of water upon him. The truth was not far off.
"I imagine that you'll want me to speak to you in plain language then."
Archos nodded.
"Very well. Now, I have come here for a reason. You seek to establish an institute of arcane learning here, and there has been nary a thought towards knowledge itself."
"I am loyal to Ketor. This school will be for him."
"You are a learned man. Like it or not, you follow me as well. I am not merely a god representative of knowledge- I am knowledge."
Archos nodded silently, a pensieve look in his eyes.
"Now, as it is my calling, my purpose to do so, I wish to aid you in this school. No, you needn't build a shrine to me- the schoolroom, the library, the hall of the learned- those are my shrines."
"You wish to aid me?"
Szok extended her thin, seemingly frail (though Archos knew better than to trust appearances) hand towards him, still on the floor.
"Yes, Archos. Do you accept?"
The Magus thought for a moment, then made his decision...
Magus Archos lay in his bed, dreams of arcane power flooding through his mind. In the moonlight, a small green serpent crept in through his open window. Dropping to the floor, the small creature coiled its way along, circling up around a bedpost. Up on the bed, it slithered its way towards the young man's face. With its unreadable black eyes, it gazed into him, past the simple flesh, into the marvellous complexity of his mind. In comparison to that of the all-knowing god's, his brain was next to nothing, but Szok enjoyed it that way, admiring the unevenness, the cracks that could be sealed the gaps which could be bridged, the vast gulfs that could be filled...
The serpent's eyes glittered in the moonlight. Its mind expanded, reaching into the dreams of the Magus. A yellowish glow appeared, from deep within.
Suddenly, Archos sensed the presence. Panic gripped him for a moment. Was it an assassin? Was he dying? Who could do this!?!
He bolted upwards, seeing the small creature on his chest. A serpent! Someone was trying to kill him. His arm shot out at the finely-scaled green reptile, a silvery-blue in the moonlight. Seizing it, he attempted to crush the life out of it before it could do the same.
However, he found he did not have the strength to crush the creature. Before he could consider this for another second, it expanded, growing into a human form. Gasping in shock, he reeled back, cartwheeling his arms and falling to the wooden floor. Dazed, he stared upwards at what appeared to be a young woman- young enough to be a student. Her skin was light, her hair was straight and black, and she was robed in simple, beige garments.
"What is this? I have never taught this magic!" -Privately, he doubted that he even could perform a transformation himself.
"No, Archos, you have not."
"Who are you?"
"I'm surprised you haven't recognized me yet. I suppose that can be put down to the adrenaline in your system, and your rather suddenly interrupted rest."
Realization dawned upon Archos' face.
"The serpent! My god..."
Szok allowed herself a small chuckle at the irony of his exclamation.
"How is this possible? If you are the god of knowledge, how could you have been surprised? How- no why would you say 'suppose'?"
"Those are some of the more unique first questions I've been asked. Most people just want to here about their future. But to answer, I find that communicating with humans is much easier when I use common parlance. I could speak as I would with my peers, if you wish."
Without any more warning than that, Archos' mind was blasted by a stream of raw, psychic information. He reeled back once again- fortunately, he was already on the floor, and did not have far to fall. Nonetheless, his head hit the wood with a resounding thud. Szok sensed several of his thoughts fading from his mind, and quickly willed them back into place. Groggily, Archos rose up once again, shaking his head as if someone had just dumped a bucket of water upon him. The truth was not far off.
"I imagine that you'll want me to speak to you in plain language then."
Archos nodded.
"Very well. Now, I have come here for a reason. You seek to establish an institute of arcane learning here, and there has been nary a thought towards knowledge itself."
"I am loyal to Ketor. This school will be for him."
"You are a learned man. Like it or not, you follow me as well. I am not merely a god representative of knowledge- I am knowledge."
Archos nodded silently, a pensieve look in his eyes.
"Now, as it is my calling, my purpose to do so, I wish to aid you in this school. No, you needn't build a shrine to me- the schoolroom, the library, the hall of the learned- those are my shrines."
"You wish to aid me?"
Szok extended her thin, seemingly frail (though Archos knew better than to trust appearances) hand towards him, still on the floor.
"Yes, Archos. Do you accept?"
The Magus thought for a moment, then made his decision...
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Buri appeared to Magus Archos mere seconds after Szok disseapered.
"So Szok has appeared to you, has she? She is not dangerous, and will help this school. we approve of her help."
"So Szok has appeared to you, has she? She is not dangerous, and will help this school. we approve of her help."
Fuschia
A Little Odd
Smiling, Ryllan looked within his own mind to see more threads of the story of Ahnborn unveiling themselves to him. Trouble was coming for the participants; perhaps new assistants would come soon to assist him with the turning of the wheel...
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Onuros' Priest had arrived upon the island of the Tavari. Gifted with magic by his god, it was now his duty to protect the Church which resided their, as well as the village that sheltered it, populated by the Taur, simple folk with simple needs. While only a small part of the island, the Priest felt no need to move beyond the village for the moment, heeding his master's commands with little imagination; such imagination often resulted in punishment.
But first, the commands of his master echoed in his head; he was to test his opponents and inform Onuros of the results, to ensure that his master would not be unaware of any threats should he falter. Gifted with preternatural knowledge of the island and its inhabitants, a map was mentally burned within his psyche, never to be forgotten; he had known where to locate his hosts, the simple Taur, and where to locate his enemies, the Tavari.
Testing the Tvari's strength would be simple, a task easily done. He channeled the essence of Onuros' Realm to earth, his master as a conduit and his environment the receiver; he focused his ability on the water surrounding the island, drawing it forth and shaping it into formless beings of his own will. Transforming quickly into water vapor, they were caught up in a passing cloud and prepared to rain down on the Tvari village, seeking destruction...
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Arzen was not happy. His followers upon the island of Farrdell were tempted by another god. Appearances were necessary, to reaffirm the faith. A slight glimpse of humor passed through the shadow that represented Arzen at that phrase; he knew this was simply yet another excuse to sate his hunger, the endless hunger, the gnawing, the irresistible...
He pushed the thoughts away for the moment, selecting the location for his timely appearance. One among the mountains, one visited by the priests of his sparring partner, one who heeded their words...Aldo....
Pushing, he was within the realm at the desired location, his sheer bulk seeming to devour the light of the sun. Below stood the village. All within would perish. Descending, he cloaked the village in darkness with his form, and began to feed; the blood, the flesh, the very souls of his victims granted him the power to continue such a manifestation...
The few survivors of Aldo were the weak, those out working in the fields and the occasional hunter. Arzen used his command of terror to force their flight, to spread the tale of Aldo's destruction to the other village's upon the island...such would be their fear, they would never again turn from him...
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Hopefully these are somewhat interesting. Respond to them as you will; or don't, although ignoring them may not be the best of choices...
More will be up tomorrow, and possibly the next day.
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Onuros' Priest had arrived upon the island of the Tavari. Gifted with magic by his god, it was now his duty to protect the Church which resided their, as well as the village that sheltered it, populated by the Taur, simple folk with simple needs. While only a small part of the island, the Priest felt no need to move beyond the village for the moment, heeding his master's commands with little imagination; such imagination often resulted in punishment.
But first, the commands of his master echoed in his head; he was to test his opponents and inform Onuros of the results, to ensure that his master would not be unaware of any threats should he falter. Gifted with preternatural knowledge of the island and its inhabitants, a map was mentally burned within his psyche, never to be forgotten; he had known where to locate his hosts, the simple Taur, and where to locate his enemies, the Tavari.
Testing the Tvari's strength would be simple, a task easily done. He channeled the essence of Onuros' Realm to earth, his master as a conduit and his environment the receiver; he focused his ability on the water surrounding the island, drawing it forth and shaping it into formless beings of his own will. Transforming quickly into water vapor, they were caught up in a passing cloud and prepared to rain down on the Tvari village, seeking destruction...
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Arzen was not happy. His followers upon the island of Farrdell were tempted by another god. Appearances were necessary, to reaffirm the faith. A slight glimpse of humor passed through the shadow that represented Arzen at that phrase; he knew this was simply yet another excuse to sate his hunger, the endless hunger, the gnawing, the irresistible...
He pushed the thoughts away for the moment, selecting the location for his timely appearance. One among the mountains, one visited by the priests of his sparring partner, one who heeded their words...Aldo....
Pushing, he was within the realm at the desired location, his sheer bulk seeming to devour the light of the sun. Below stood the village. All within would perish. Descending, he cloaked the village in darkness with his form, and began to feed; the blood, the flesh, the very souls of his victims granted him the power to continue such a manifestation...
The few survivors of Aldo were the weak, those out working in the fields and the occasional hunter. Arzen used his command of terror to force their flight, to spread the tale of Aldo's destruction to the other village's upon the island...such would be their fear, they would never again turn from him...
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Hopefully these are somewhat interesting. Respond to them as you will; or don't, although ignoring them may not be the best of choices...
More will be up tomorrow, and possibly the next day.
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