Mythological RolePlay - Page 2

RP-Antolone · 10-03-2006, 01:01 AM

Out from the chambers approached a sickly pale man who encumbered gruesome carrions, maggots, and insects which burrowed deep under the soft surface.

"How so very interesting." His lower mandible hanging sickeningly as he spoke; lurching himself upon the creations.

Whightwolf · 10-03-2006, 07:29 AM

Stepping between planes at last the Watcher joined the gathering. Tall and powerfully built, his silver blade hanging from his hip he surveyed the world below and was dismayed.

�Already it begins,� His tones like a funeral knell. �Why do the mortals love to torment each other so?� As more souls bled away to the god of death. Turning to his peers, �It is hardly surprising, you two are the main certainties of mortal life, none escape your reach. But now I must make my contribution.�

Reaching into the minds and souls of the living Tordal endeavoured to give them each a gift. The Orc�s and Ogres were of Gibrah and closed to him but the dwarves and gnomes were not. Taking a few individuals he crafted them into heroes. Bravery, the power to inspire, a sense of right and wrong and strength both inner and outer. All the mortals would possess these to a greater or lesser degree but the handful would possess them all.

It was these that Tordal made himself known to, instilled in their minds the meaning of honour and set them back into the world to protect their people from the malice of the world. It was little but it was something.

OOC: just to clarify I�ve basically given the dwarves and gnomes �goodness� or whatever lol and given a handful a sort of superiority of strength, ability or potential.

Astral Harmony · 10-03-2006, 09:47 AM

Phrayce hadn't said anything up to this point, simply content to supervise her work. She was somewhat disappointed to find that they didn't stray far from the way her own servants acted. Already they were capturing males and building up their lives and communities, breeding like rabbits and making their territory known. The Goddess of Womankind sighed as it became exceedingly difficult for men to live freely near them. Mermaids and nymphs in the water and sirens near it, centaur and maiden widows and dryads and catgirls and elves and lamias and countless other races on the lands, harpies in the air. Phrayce was sure it wouldn't be too long before they would attempt to take control of an entire continent. Eventually, she would limit them before their actions would piss off the other gods and end up getting wiped out by the races that served them.
She was too focused on steering the girls in the right direction to pay attention to the gods near her.

RP-Antolone · 10-03-2006, 12:19 PM

"Well then, I should get started too, hum~..." Gazee strayed away from the others and beckoned upon his own world, weaving man and beast together. A sickly carrion sludge dribbled from his hands and slipped into his work absentmindedly creating a terrible sea of pestilence,

"Whoopsie." An influx of creation began from tens to hundreds then raced into definite thousands. It would seem well, until they took in the sickly air that permeated in their horrible enviroment. Their skin reduced to a horrific pale and their skin began peeling as if a fruit, blemishes and wrinkles marred the once fresh epidermis. Man and beasts spliced together like a kindergarten crafting assignment; the first created was the epic Chimaera.

"What a shame! Curses, they are all very uncanny now! What a shame! Oh, that is a rather bold looking creature, I'll call it the Chimaera!"

Squishy Cheeks · 10-03-2006, 01:21 PM

Death walked on the new world appearing here and there. he collected the souls of the dieing, for this world was frought with dangers. It was only a few at first. Some died of illness, others from violence. Death comforted them all, and placed them in his deep pockets. Orcs, dwarves, men, monsters, animals, beasts, trees. All of them died and at that moment Death was there.
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Charok sat on his throne for sevral minutes his head on his fist. He looked to the Dragon by his throne, now four times the size of when he left on his errand. He smiled and the Dragon looked at him in adoration.

"You shall be called Draco." he said to the dragon. The dragon purred and nuzzeled his shoulder.

"Draco I depart for the mortal world. Protect my realm." The dragon bowed it's head and went back to feasting on the fruits of the dead.

_______________

Charok was dressed in black robes with a white sash. A skull like mask on his Handsome face. A white scarf was wrapped around my head revealing only the cheeks and eyes of the mask. The startled villagers came forth to gaze in awe at the divine presence.

"I am Charok, God of Death, I have come to bring you knowledge of my purpose. One day I will come to claim you all, but now I am here to claim your wounded chieftan." The men of the village picked up their primitive spears and tried to make a spear wall to stop Charok. Charok calmly gripped the spear of one man. The man felt cold as life was drained from him by death's touch. He dropped the spear. and fell to his knees. The others looked frightened. Charok walked up to the man embraced the man's face. He struggled for breath. "Do not try to stop me. You can not kill death." He walked into the chieftan's hut and all heard the wail of anguish and horror from the chief's woman as death walked out again, carrying over his shoulder the struggling greyed form of the chieftan's soul. With his other hand charok pulled down the scarf to show his skull like mask. "His soul is mine. I will judge his life and put him in his place. Tell this tale." And then he was gone.

Astral Harmony · 10-03-2006, 02:30 PM

Phrayce wordlessly ventured down unto the mortal realm. The catgirl race was already the dominant species among all those Phrayce birthed unto the world and was in the middle of constructing a rather large temple of marble in worship to their goddess.

Leaving her realm under the protection of her generals, Phrayce then ventured down to the world, admiring Kamin's work as well as that of the other gods. She landed gracefully on the platform where the throne was to be constructed, and began her spell. None of her servants could see her as she did not have a physical form...yet. The energy needed to make such a form was gathered into her hands. Divine Materialization Energy, she called it, and once she had enough, she willed a vessel of herself into existence and possessed it.

After the flashy entrance and the worship and adoration from the catgirls on their hands and knees (Phrayce denied any sacrifices), she laid out her decrees and presented tasks and rules before the catgirl race to disseminate throughout the other races, regardless of how far or how insignificant their numbers were. After all, bestowing ones gift upon a world was only the first big step.

dementedmongoose · 10-03-2006, 03:20 PM

Gibrah was incensed with Tordal's theft of his creations. Rather than take his problem up with Tordal, Gibrah instructed Grilsh and Graag to destroy the lines of Rexlo and Whynnvo, and all the races that would defend them. Grilsh was small and foolish, but Graag was large, brave, and stupid. Gibrah lifted Tsiin and Wyr, and empowered them with prayers and supplications to make them favored over their husbands, and more able to heal. To lead the armies of Grilsh and Graag, he opened new portals, bringing forth Minotaurs, Centaurs, and the Giantkin. To work the metals, and bring them forth from the ground, he remade dwarves in a more fearsome image, calling them the Duergar.

Gibrah commanded the Minotaurs, Centaurs, and Giantkin to worship him through sacrifices of animals and prisoners.

Squishy Cheeks · 10-03-2006, 04:55 PM

Charok visited all peoples and races in turn, many challenged him at first, but all eventualy aquesced to his might. He saw that War held power over the orcs and their ilk. Charok grinned, he took the form of a might orc in black armor, his arms covered in grim tattoos, depicting slaughter. He was wrapped in a white sash and again a white scarf. On his face was the familiar skull like mask. An old Shaman of the orcs stepped forward.

"Who are you stranger and who do you serve?, I am Thulsa, We are servants of Gibrah, God of gods"

"Gibrah is a god of War, Those who follow hiim will all become mine. I am Charok. I am death. Give credit onto me for your kills, and pray that I grant you an honorable death."

"I laugh at you puny creature. Gibrah is our only God and we worship only him."

Charok walked forward and grabbed the shaman by the throat. "Then I shall take your Soul." He pushed his hand through the orc pushing the ephemeral soul out still gripping the orc shaman by the throat. Thulsa turned to look at his soul as life quickly left his body. Charok lifted the soul in the air and turned him to face his tribe. [color=grey]"Your souls are mine, in time. I will come for each of you someday. Tell the rest that I am coming. Live good lives so you face me with no regrets. And once again Charok was gone.

_______________

He sat on his throne and removed his mask. he ran his fingers through his hair. and looked at the congregation of the dead gathered before him. there were hundreds from every race. He weighed each of their hearts against a feather. Those pure of heart passed this test and were admited to the caverns of paradise. The rest continued to stand infront of him.

"Alright I want this nice and ordely, we're dividing you into groups. Rapists, you go over and stand by that knife and fire pit there I will be with you in a moment. Murderers will be here, thieves here, and... well the rest of you go here." He took the knife in his hand and plunged it into the pit until it glowed white. He punished each according to their crimes and cast them into the dark caverns of torment.

dementedmongoose · 10-03-2006, 08:46 PM

Gibrah observed the foolhardy actions of Thulsa, one of the shamans he'd believed to be wiser. Gibrah had scarcely been in this plane what felt like an hour, and already he missed the way things were back in Gil'nah.

Stepping down to the material, Gibrah opened a portal back to Gil'nah, and brought out a... thing, with the torso of an orc, the lower body of a centaur, two heads like an ogre, but formed like minotaur heads. Gibrah then possessed this form, and began to plan out the first great war.

Marinan · 10-03-2006, 11:14 PM

Kamin sat on his throne surveying creation. 100 generations had passed(Lets say a page is 1000 years in the game, unless we need to slow it down for some reason.)Man and the other species had all discoverd the secrets of bronze and brass. Moving into the first rudiments of civilization. Kamin had made a second planet in preperation for the present world's future, when it would develop space travel. The Lesser World, as he called it, was a massive paradise, and the race of Godlings Kamin made inhabited it. The godlings had called the place the Lesser World as well, as they would ascend to the Heavens at their death.

(Godlings are much lesser versions of us. The domains they have over lap, but they don't have the control over their powers like we do.)

10-03-2006, 12:19 PM	#14
RP-Antolone "White Haired" Join Date: May 2005 Location: The Volcano Posts: 46	"Well then, I should get started too, hum~..." Gazee strayed away from the others and beckoned upon his own world, weaving man and beast together. A sickly carrion sludge dribbled from his hands and slipped into his work absentmindedly creating a terrible sea of pestilence, "Whoopsie." An influx of creation began from tens to hundreds then raced into definite thousands. It would seem well, until they took in the sickly air that permeated in their horrible enviroment. Their skin reduced to a horrific pale and their skin began peeling as if a fruit, blemishes and wrinkles marred the once fresh epidermis. Man and beasts spliced together like a kindergarten crafting assignment; the first created was the epic Chimaera. "What a shame! Curses, they are all very uncanny now! What a shame! Oh, that is a rather bold looking creature, I'll call it the Chimaera!" Last edited by RP-Antolone; 10-03-2006 at 12:22 PM.

10-03-2006, 03:20 PM	#17
dementedmongoose Mangoose! Join Date: May 2004 Location: IN TEH NAVYS! SINKIN UR SHIPS! Posts: 655	Gibrah was incensed with Tordal's theft of his creations. Rather than take his problem up with Tordal, Gibrah instructed Grilsh and Graag to destroy the lines of Rexlo and Whynnvo, and all the races that would defend them. Grilsh was small and foolish, but Graag was large, brave, and stupid. Gibrah lifted Tsiin and Wyr, and empowered them with prayers and supplications to make them favored over their husbands, and more able to heal. To lead the armies of Grilsh and Graag, he opened new portals, bringing forth Minotaurs, Centaurs, and the Giantkin. To work the metals, and bring them forth from the ground, he remade dwarves in a more fearsome image, calling them the Duergar. Gibrah commanded the Minotaurs, Centaurs, and Giantkin to worship him through sacrifices of animals and prisoners. __________________ I was nothing but a lonely all American boy, Looking out for something to do. And you were nothing but a lonely all American girl, But you were something like a dream come true.

10-03-2006, 08:46 PM	#19
dementedmongoose Mangoose! Join Date: May 2004 Location: IN TEH NAVYS! SINKIN UR SHIPS! Posts: 655	Gibrah observed the foolhardy actions of Thulsa, one of the shamans he'd believed to be wiser. Gibrah had scarcely been in this plane what felt like an hour, and already he missed the way things were back in Gil'nah. Stepping down to the material, Gibrah opened a portal back to Gil'nah, and brought out a... thing, with the torso of an orc, the lower body of a centaur, two heads like an ogre, but formed like minotaur heads. Gibrah then possessed this form, and began to plan out the first great war. __________________ I was nothing but a lonely all American boy, Looking out for something to do. And you were nothing but a lonely all American girl, But you were something like a dream come true.

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10-03-2006, 01:01 AM	#11
RP-Antolone "White Haired" Join Date: May 2005 Location: The Volcano Posts: 46	Out from the chambers approached a sickly pale man who encumbered gruesome carrions, maggots, and insects which burrowed deep under the soft surface. "How so very interesting." His lower mandible hanging sickeningly as he spoke; lurching himself upon the creations.

10-03-2006, 07:29 AM	#12
Whightwolf Shyguy Join Date: May 2006 Location: Lancaster Posts: 107	Stepping between planes at last the Watcher joined the gathering. Tall and powerfully built, his silver blade hanging from his hip he surveyed the world below and was dismayed. �Already it begins,� His tones like a funeral knell. �Why do the mortals love to torment each other so?� As more souls bled away to the god of death. Turning to his peers, �It is hardly surprising, you two are the main certainties of mortal life, none escape your reach. But now I must make my contribution.� Reaching into the minds and souls of the living Tordal endeavoured to give them each a gift. The Orc�s and Ogres were of Gibrah and closed to him but the dwarves and gnomes were not. Taking a few individuals he crafted them into heroes. Bravery, the power to inspire, a sense of right and wrong and strength both inner and outer. All the mortals would possess these to a greater or lesser degree but the handful would possess them all. It was these that Tordal made himself known to, instilled in their minds the meaning of honour and set them back into the world to protect their people from the malice of the world. It was little but it was something. OOC: just to clarify I�ve basically given the dwarves and gnomes �goodness� or whatever lol and given a handful a sort of superiority of strength, ability or potential.

10-03-2006, 09:47 AM	#13
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	Phrayce hadn't said anything up to this point, simply content to supervise her work. She was somewhat disappointed to find that they didn't stray far from the way her own servants acted. Already they were capturing males and building up their lives and communities, breeding like rabbits and making their territory known. The Goddess of Womankind sighed as it became exceedingly difficult for men to live freely near them. Mermaids and nymphs in the water and sirens near it, centaur and maiden widows and dryads and catgirls and elves and lamias and countless other races on the lands, harpies in the air. Phrayce was sure it wouldn't be too long before they would attempt to take control of an entire continent. Eventually, she would limit them before their actions would piss off the other gods and end up getting wiped out by the races that served them. She was too focused on steering the girls in the right direction to pay attention to the gods near her.

10-03-2006, 02:30 PM	#16
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	Phrayce wordlessly ventured down unto the mortal realm. The catgirl race was already the dominant species among all those Phrayce birthed unto the world and was in the middle of constructing a rather large temple of marble in worship to their goddess. Leaving her realm under the protection of her generals, Phrayce then ventured down to the world, admiring Kamin's work as well as that of the other gods. She landed gracefully on the platform where the throne was to be constructed, and began her spell. None of her servants could see her as she did not have a physical form...yet. The energy needed to make such a form was gathered into her hands. Divine Materialization Energy, she called it, and once she had enough, she willed a vessel of herself into existence and possessed it. After the flashy entrance and the worship and adoration from the catgirls on their hands and knees (Phrayce denied any sacrifices), she laid out her decrees and presented tasks and rules before the catgirl race to disseminate throughout the other races, regardless of how far or how insignificant their numbers were. After all, bestowing ones gift upon a world was only the first big step.

10-03-2006, 11:14 PM	#20
Marinan Bullet Bill Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 290	Kamin sat on his throne surveying creation. 100 generations had passed(Lets say a page is 1000 years in the game, unless we need to slow it down for some reason.)Man and the other species had all discoverd the secrets of bronze and brass. Moving into the first rudiments of civilization. Kamin had made a second planet in preperation for the present world's future, when it would develop space travel. The Lesser World, as he called it, was a massive paradise, and the race of Godlings Kamin made inhabited it. The godlings had called the place the Lesser World as well, as they would ascend to the Heavens at their death. (Godlings are much lesser versions of us. The domains they have over lap, but they don't have the control over their powers like we do.)