Mythological RolePlay - Page 8

Squishy Cheeks · 10-12-2006, 03:12 PM

In a dark room in the palace of Charok, lit by a single shaft of light from a large crystal in the ceiling there is a book. The book is bound in Dragon scales, it's pages are made from the wood of the world tree. Inked in Charok's blood. Some call it the book of the dead, others the book of destiny, Charok calls it the Schedule. In it every death, of every living thing, divine and mortal is detailed; the time, the place, and the manner in which it supposed to occur. The age of undeath's pages are blackened by ash from when Charok refused his fate. The writing on the pages are in the language of the dead, and shift and change for every choice people make. The book opens with thunderous noise resounding through the palace. In the garden Charok senses something ominous is about to happen. He appears at the book and takes it gently from it's pedestal he reads the newest entry and feels sickness in his stomach. The passage is unclear, but he knows that the results show be dire. He feels the weight of his responsibilities.

"Summon Gibrah Warbringer, Tordal The Watcher and Phrayce the Kind To Me At Once." His death dealer servant's complied.

Charok returned to the garden's where his work in golemcraft had yielded wonderous results in recent ages. A new race would be born, the Forest Trolls. He took a seedling of the world tree and placed it in the chest cavety of the wooden sculpture, binding it's fate to the fate of the tree. He gave the creature a spark of life and it's eyes opened as it's skin turned green. The Forest troll creaked as it stretched it's mighty arms and legs for the first time. It's moss like beard billowed as it rolled it's head around. "I am Nanth." It said.

"Good" I am Charok. Your creator. I have given you life. You are the first of your kind." Charok gave life to the other Forest trolls. "Protect the forests of the world, and honor the gods. Each of you is bound to the world tree, so I ask you protect it from any harm. Go forth into the world and be prosperous."

Charok released his creations on the world, for good or ill. That was their choice.

Astral Harmony · 10-12-2006, 05:04 PM

Phrayce looked like she had been visibly slapped when the Death Dealer that Charok had dispatched to summon her arrived. She and General Luda had just finished off a small party of advanced Restless in a mausoleum and Luda had picked the time they now had to inform Phrayce of Prietal's plans.
"I'm going to go on ahead and tell Prietal that you now know. When you have concluded your business with this disciple of Divine Charok, please make your way to the arena I told you about. You and Prietal and talk it over there."
Luda left on her large hairy spider legs, leaving Phrayce with the Death Dealer. "Ah." she said, collecting herself. "You are a messenger of Divine Charok. He has something to discuss with me?"
Phrayce joined the Death Dealer and followed it back to where Charok directed.

Whightwolf · 10-13-2006, 06:56 AM

Gor�mal led his warband across the river. The humans were far to foolish, their village lacked a wall let alone a sentry tower. They had no idea the fate that approached them. He grinned with vicious mirth as he ran a dark green thumb along the blade of his brutally fashioned axe. Two hundred of them were about to descend upon the townships of Vale, seven settlements littered through a valley crisscrossed with streams the humans continued their foolish practice of taming the land with their crops and animals.

Didn�t they realise the strong took what they wanted? Or were they to weak to care.

Just one more ford to cross and they would be able to block off the valley with fifty Orcs and the rest would start the slaughter. Good times.

Suddenly from above come a voice clear as a bell.

�Thus far shall thou come, but no further.�

Gor�mal looked up, there, standing on apparently nothing around six feet off the ground stood a powerfully built human, for a human that is. Clad in the strangest uniform the band-leader had ever seen. A hooded tunic of dark blue, edged with silver patterning and a sword in silver thread over the heart, black trousers tucked into perfectly polished black boots. In his hand was a stylized ceremonial looking longsword apparently made of silver.

The strangest thing about the man was the glow, he seemed to be surrounded by a faint silvery aura, illuminating the gloom of the dawn.

�Who are you to stand in out way human?� Gor�mal was hip deep in water and not feeling best pleased about it.

�I am a Blade in the Service of the Grey Guardian and these lands are under his protection. Will you leave and return to your own lands?� His voice calm and even.

�What do you say lads? Should we go home empty handed because some pink-skin says so?� The chorus of angry growls, �no� s and weapon shaking was all Gor�mal needed, looks like they�d get a fight after all. Suddenly a spear arced out of his band towards the floating human.

The human made a gesture with the sword silver flames licked and formed a shield. The spear hit and shattered, splinters and a lump of now bent iron fell to the ground.

�Very well then, you have made your choice.� He gestured again and once more silver flame poured from the blade, this time walls of silver fire formed on either bank of the ford. Gor�mal could feel them, they gave off no heat. Trapping all two hundred of them on the broad expanse. Slowly the water seemed to stop flowing, drying up until they stood on a dry stream bed.

It was then that Gor�mal heard the rumbling.

�Run lads! Ruuuuuuun� Slowly at first then a mad stampede to the lower river as everyone caught on the Orcs fled down stream.

Orc�s are fast, they have a remarkably high muscle density and extraordinary stamina. But they were not fast enough. The water returned, it returned in force. An 8� tall wall of water poured down the river washing the warband away.

None would die as it turned out, but when they finally pulled themselves out of the river scattered along the bank looking bedraggled and half drowned from around two miles away onwards. Gor�mal began to wonder if perhaps the Vale might not be the best place for their next raid.

*******

High above on a nearby mountain Tordal watched and smiled. The Blades were performing their function admirably, as were the Fenreir, operating as support, peace keepers and general soldiers for the Blades. His greatest idea, he had no doubt.

Suddenly there was dark figure beside him.

�Greetings reaper. I shall attend your master presently, matters seem well ordered here.� Lifting his own silver blade of which all others were just pale imitations he slashed through time and space and stepped onto the Bridges. Within instants arriving in the Garden where he once spoke with Death when he withdrew from the world.

�I am here Charok, is there some great calamity afoot?� He spoke into the air, yet he knew Charok could hear him, this was his realm, he heard all.

Arhra · 10-13-2006, 10:27 AM

The whirl of passage ended and Tcharne appeared in a cascade of sparks, Siar and Silanya at her side. They stood on the height of a mountain, rising up as a solitary giant from the plains around it. The god wore a female face for now, deeming it appropriate for she would birth a great working into the world this day. Tall and slender, of no distinguishable race but possessed of an exotic beauty, Tcharne looked at the waiting pair.

They seemed mismatched - Siar tall and strong, robed and a staff of power in one hand while Silanya seemed sprite-like, flame of her magic banked for Tcharne had whispered secrets of self mastery to her.

"I have seen that the gift of magic is still misunderstood and sparse. It flickers fitfully across the world. Thus, I have made preparations to create a place so that those possessing this art might come and learn their gifts and in the mingling of their knowledge, craft greater wonders. Let this act bring these brief flashes together, that a flame imperishable may be kindled."

Tcharne raised both her arms, long sleeves billowing in a sudden rising wind. The mountain shuddered, great blocks of stone carving themselves from its sides with sharps cracks of splitting rock. Buoyed on the winds of magic, these great monoliths spiralled around in great arcs, Tcharne the eye of the storm. They thudded into place with neat precision, immense slabs slotting together so tighly that a knife could not be forced between the seams of their joins. Tcharne levitated into the air, carrying Siar and Silanya with her as the great structure built upwards, carving itself out of the mountain's peak.

The air buzzed like a thunderstorm, magic saturating the air. All around was a swirling maelstrom of the base materials swooping into their rightful place. Towers rose, pale fingers of polished stone jutting at the sky. A great wall was set about the inner grounds, the great buildings within having their insides turning in accord with subtle geometries of magical significance and the labyrinthine twists of of Tcharne's own mind. Deep inside, Tcharne poured forth power and breached the barrier between worlds, placing a portal to Kul Tcharuk in its heart.

Decorated with mosaics and great inlaid designs, it was a wonder to behold, both inside and out, flowing in harmony with its surroundings. But, Tcharne left it incomplete, for it would be those who dwelled there who would finish it.

As Siar and Silanya looked around in wonderment, Tcharne opened wearied eyes, "Here you will stay for now, to teach and be taught. I make a final gift to you for I shall leave a part, an echo, a shadow of myself here to watch over this place." She closed her eyes, and something flowed out of her, a nebulous mist that clung to her like a mantle before it disappeared. She opened her eyes, diminished in some way. "There is much to show you." the god's echo said.

Tcharne returned to Kul Tcharuk through the new wrought portal. The Faclon-Sorceror was tired, such a work is not without effort, even for a god. But there was one other thing Tcharne wished to do. Through the portal, Tcharne had carried one thing - the memory of the land, gathered up in the making of the school. Tcharne coiled around it, tasting it to see the link still remained strong and impregnating it with the essence of Kul Tcharuk. The god then wrapped the seed up in concealing mists and rested.

dementedmongoose · 10-13-2006, 08:53 PM

OOC: I'm baaa-aack! Sorry, computer went down.

IC: Gibrah was sitting in Council when the reaper arrived, and nearly attacked the Nine, but for Gibrah holding them under personal protection until the duel. Hearing the reaper's message, Gibrah finished the meeting with the Nine, hid them among their respective tribes, and went to the Underworld.

When Gibrah arrived, he stood off to the side without hiding his presence. "You called for me?"

Squishy Cheeks · 10-14-2006, 02:45 AM

"Thank you for coming my compatriots. I give you honor, and comfort of my house for as long as you wish to stay." Charok clapped, servants came forth and offered food and drink. "We have much to discuss. Phrayce, would you be so kind as to elaborate your situation to us, since in many ways this directly effects all of our realms of influence?"

Astral Harmony · 10-14-2006, 10:11 AM

Phrayce bowed formally and decided not to be surprised. The other gods had eyes everywhere, especially on their own mortal footholds.
"By command of my mother and half-sister, the Arch Goddess Caetisine and Goddess Prietal, I am to be executed at noon tomorrow so that my powers may be passed along to Prietal immediately. I can only assume that my handling of all my affairs are possibly to blame for this. I cannot locate Prietal now and the generals won't say anything so I have to wait and appear at the execution to find out more. Perhaps I can make them understand, or at least find out why my actions are looked down upon so much that I must be destroyed as soon as possible."
Her throat hurt with worry, but she somehow found it within her not to break out into tears. She actually felt more embarrassed about having to say this in front of the other gods.

dementedmongoose · 10-14-2006, 11:49 AM

Gibrah liked hearing about executions, especially when it pertained to a god he held a particular dislike for, but he didn't know where Phrayce's execution pertained to him, and he especially didn't know why this was so important he had to be pulled out of Council, and he voiced this. "You pulled me out of Council to tell me that Phrayce was being executed. Well, I appreciate the sentiment of it, but my birthday's not today, so why am I here?"

Squishy Cheeks · 10-14-2006, 12:50 PM

"Because of this." Charok pulled out the dark book and slammed it with thunderous noise on the podium the book opened to the appropriate page.

"On the day of the great decision, the servants of the End and War will know each other, at the battlefield of the gods. Beginning the 1000 year cycle of chalenges. Only the blood of a god will initiate the cycle." He turned a few more pages.

"These are all recent passages so bear with me. There is more."

"As it comes to pass the two sacred feminine become one in a trial of blood and steel, The Watcher must bear witness, and Death collect his debt, but also shall there be War for the cycle must start on this day, in that place, only there can the decision be made."

He closed the book.

"It sounds to be it's less of an execution than a duel, and immediatly afterwords War and I have our servants do battle, while Tordal watches in judgement. Unless anyone else has a different interpretation?"

Whightwolf · 10-14-2006, 01:02 PM

“I dislike this entire situation, Phrayce has performed her duties admirably. I still see no reason for your ceaseless defence of these Restless Abominations Gibrah. Besides you of all know War always ends with Death. But if you wish me to decide a victor for your little contest then so be it. I would suggest though that rather than plunge the world of Mortals into a thousand year war we prevent the execution. Gibrah I realise you have no interest in this.”

Tordal sighed as he looked upon the faces of the others, only Phrayce could see a reason to avoid the slaughter, Charok saw death as a release for mortals and the Vile Gibrah simply didn’t care so long as he could engage in his ruddy business.

10-13-2006, 10:27 AM	#74
Arhra Ara ara! Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: Neo Venezia Posts: 5,013	The whirl of passage ended and Tcharne appeared in a cascade of sparks, Siar and Silanya at her side. They stood on the height of a mountain, rising up as a solitary giant from the plains around it. The god wore a female face for now, deeming it appropriate for she would birth a great working into the world this day. Tall and slender, of no distinguishable race but possessed of an exotic beauty, Tcharne looked at the waiting pair. They seemed mismatched - Siar tall and strong, robed and a staff of power in one hand while Silanya seemed sprite-like, flame of her magic banked for Tcharne had whispered secrets of self mastery to her. "I have seen that the gift of magic is still misunderstood and sparse. It flickers fitfully across the world. Thus, I have made preparations to create a place so that those possessing this art might come and learn their gifts and in the mingling of their knowledge, craft greater wonders. Let this act bring these brief flashes together, that a flame imperishable may be kindled." Tcharne raised both her arms, long sleeves billowing in a sudden rising wind. The mountain shuddered, great blocks of stone carving themselves from its sides with sharps cracks of splitting rock. Buoyed on the winds of magic, these great monoliths spiralled around in great arcs, Tcharne the eye of the storm. They thudded into place with neat precision, immense slabs slotting together so tighly that a knife could not be forced between the seams of their joins. Tcharne levitated into the air, carrying Siar and Silanya with her as the great structure built upwards, carving itself out of the mountain's peak. The air buzzed like a thunderstorm, magic saturating the air. All around was a swirling maelstrom of the base materials swooping into their rightful place. Towers rose, pale fingers of polished stone jutting at the sky. A great wall was set about the inner grounds, the great buildings within having their insides turning in accord with subtle geometries of magical significance and the labyrinthine twists of of Tcharne's own mind. Deep inside, Tcharne poured forth power and breached the barrier between worlds, placing a portal to Kul Tcharuk in its heart. Decorated with mosaics and great inlaid designs, it was a wonder to behold, both inside and out, flowing in harmony with its surroundings. But, Tcharne left it incomplete, for it would be those who dwelled there who would finish it. As Siar and Silanya looked around in wonderment, Tcharne opened wearied eyes, "Here you will stay for now, to teach and be taught. I make a final gift to you for I shall leave a part, an echo, a shadow of myself here to watch over this place." She closed her eyes, and something flowed out of her, a nebulous mist that clung to her like a mantle before it disappeared. She opened her eyes, diminished in some way. "There is much to show you." the god's echo said. Tcharne returned to Kul Tcharuk through the new wrought portal. The Faclon-Sorceror was tired, such a work is not without effort, even for a god. But there was one other thing Tcharne wished to do. Through the portal, Tcharne had carried one thing - the memory of the land, gathered up in the making of the school. Tcharne coiled around it, tasting it to see the link still remained strong and impregnating it with the essence of Kul Tcharuk. The god then wrapped the seed up in concealing mists and rested. __________________ This post is a good source of Ara ara, ufufu.* These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This post is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease. Last edited by Arhra; 10-13-2006 at 10:29 AM.*

10-13-2006, 08:53 PM	#75
dementedmongoose Mangoose! Join Date: May 2004 Location: IN TEH NAVYS! SINKIN UR SHIPS! Posts: 655	OOC: I'm baaa-aack! Sorry, computer went down. IC: Gibrah was sitting in Council when the reaper arrived, and nearly attacked the Nine, but for Gibrah holding them under personal protection until the duel. Hearing the reaper's message, Gibrah finished the meeting with the Nine, hid them among their respective tribes, and went to the Underworld. When Gibrah arrived, he stood off to the side without hiding his presence. "You called for me?" __________________ 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.

10-14-2006, 11:49 AM	#78
dementedmongoose Mangoose! Join Date: May 2004 Location: IN TEH NAVYS! SINKIN UR SHIPS! Posts: 655	Gibrah liked hearing about executions, especially when it pertained to a god he held a particular dislike for, but he didn't know where Phrayce's execution pertained to him, and he especially didn't know why this was so important he had to be pulled out of Council, and he voiced this. "You pulled me out of Council to tell me that Phrayce was being executed. Well, I appreciate the sentiment of it, but my birthday's not today, so why am I here?" __________________ 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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10-12-2006, 05:04 PM	#72
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	Phrayce looked like she had been visibly slapped when the Death Dealer that Charok had dispatched to summon her arrived. She and General Luda had just finished off a small party of advanced Restless in a mausoleum and Luda had picked the time they now had to inform Phrayce of Prietal's plans. "I'm going to go on ahead and tell Prietal that you now know. When you have concluded your business with this disciple of Divine Charok, please make your way to the arena I told you about. You and Prietal and talk it over there." Luda left on her large hairy spider legs, leaving Phrayce with the Death Dealer. "Ah." she said, collecting herself. "You are a messenger of Divine Charok. He has something to discuss with me?" Phrayce joined the Death Dealer and followed it back to where Charok directed.

10-13-2006, 06:56 AM	#73
Whightwolf Shyguy Join Date: May 2006 Location: Lancaster Posts: 107	Gor�mal led his warband across the river. The humans were far to foolish, their village lacked a wall let alone a sentry tower. They had no idea the fate that approached them. He grinned with vicious mirth as he ran a dark green thumb along the blade of his brutally fashioned axe. Two hundred of them were about to descend upon the townships of Vale, seven settlements littered through a valley crisscrossed with streams the humans continued their foolish practice of taming the land with their crops and animals. Didn�t they realise the strong took what they wanted? Or were they to weak to care. Just one more ford to cross and they would be able to block off the valley with fifty Orcs and the rest would start the slaughter. Good times. Suddenly from above come a voice clear as a bell. �Thus far shall thou come, but no further.� Gor�mal looked up, there, standing on apparently nothing around six feet off the ground stood a powerfully built human, for a human that is. Clad in the strangest uniform the band-leader had ever seen. A hooded tunic of dark blue, edged with silver patterning and a sword in silver thread over the heart, black trousers tucked into perfectly polished black boots. In his hand was a stylized ceremonial looking longsword apparently made of silver. The strangest thing about the man was the glow, he seemed to be surrounded by a faint silvery aura, illuminating the gloom of the dawn. �Who are you to stand in out way human?� Gor�mal was hip deep in water and not feeling best pleased about it. �I am a Blade in the Service of the Grey Guardian and these lands are under his protection. Will you leave and return to your own lands?� His voice calm and even. �What do you say lads? Should we go home empty handed because some pink-skin says so?� The chorus of angry growls, �no� s and weapon shaking was all Gor�mal needed, looks like they�d get a fight after all. Suddenly a spear arced out of his band towards the floating human. The human made a gesture with the sword silver flames licked and formed a shield. The spear hit and shattered, splinters and a lump of now bent iron fell to the ground. �Very well then, you have made your choice.� He gestured again and once more silver flame poured from the blade, this time walls of silver fire formed on either bank of the ford. Gor�mal could feel them, they gave off no heat. Trapping all two hundred of them on the broad expanse. Slowly the water seemed to stop flowing, drying up until they stood on a dry stream bed. It was then that Gor�mal heard the rumbling. �Run lads! Ruuuuuuun� Slowly at first then a mad stampede to the lower river as everyone caught on the Orcs fled down stream. Orc�s are fast, they have a remarkably high muscle density and extraordinary stamina. But they were not fast enough. The water returned, it returned in force. An 8� tall wall of water poured down the river washing the warband away. None would die as it turned out, but when they finally pulled themselves out of the river scattered along the bank looking bedraggled and half drowned from around two miles away onwards. Gor�mal began to wonder if perhaps the Vale might not be the best place for their next raid. ******* High above on a nearby mountain Tordal watched and smiled. The Blades were performing their function admirably, as were the Fenreir, operating as support, peace keepers and general soldiers for the Blades. His greatest idea, he had no doubt. Suddenly there was dark figure beside him. �Greetings reaper. I shall attend your master presently, matters seem well ordered here.� Lifting his own silver blade of which all others were just pale imitations he slashed through time and space and stepped onto the Bridges. Within instants arriving in the Garden where he once spoke with Death when he withdrew from the world. �I am here Charok, is there some great calamity afoot?� He spoke into the air, yet he knew Charok could hear him, this was his realm, he heard all.

10-14-2006, 10:11 AM	#77
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	Phrayce bowed formally and decided not to be surprised. The other gods had eyes everywhere, especially on their own mortal footholds. "By command of my mother and half-sister, the Arch Goddess Caetisine and Goddess Prietal, I am to be executed at noon tomorrow so that my powers may be passed along to Prietal immediately. I can only assume that my handling of all my affairs are possibly to blame for this. I cannot locate Prietal now and the generals won't say anything so I have to wait and appear at the execution to find out more. Perhaps I can make them understand, or at least find out why my actions are looked down upon so much that I must be destroyed as soon as possible." Her throat hurt with worry, but she somehow found it within her not to break out into tears. She actually felt more embarrassed about having to say this in front of the other gods.

10-14-2006, 01:02 PM	#80
Whightwolf Shyguy Join Date: May 2006 Location: Lancaster Posts: 107	“I dislike this entire situation, Phrayce has performed her duties admirably. I still see no reason for your ceaseless defence of these Restless Abominations Gibrah. Besides you of all know War always ends with Death. But if you wish me to decide a victor for your little contest then so be it. I would suggest though that rather than plunge the world of Mortals into a thousand year war we prevent the execution. Gibrah I realise you have no interest in this.” Tordal sighed as he looked upon the faces of the others, only Phrayce could see a reason to avoid the slaughter, Charok saw death as a release for mortals and the Vile Gibrah simply didn’t care so long as he could engage in his ruddy business.