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The Demi-God of Theater is counting the coins they collected in their hat, tragedy and humor back to their normal faces. Sock and Buskin nap nearby playing with red yarn.

 Kila skips up and says hello enthusiastically.

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The Demi-God of Theater is counting the coins they collected in their hat, tragedy and humor back to their normal faces. Sock and Buskin nap nearby playing with red yarn.

 Kila skips up and says hello enthusiastically.

 "OH! Why hello, the performance is over but I shall be dropping by the Coliseum next to help put on a show!" they sigh, "Tomorrow at least, for I have no more energy to go anywhere but here. But tell me, what has you so happy?"

*i actually have to go :( do you need a description of kila?*

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*i actually have to go :( do you need a description of kila?*

 *aww bye see ya!*

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*i actually have to go :( do you need a description of kila?*

 *Pleaseeeee, but after sleep*

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*Sauronn.*

As the sun reaches its blistering peak over the barren wasteland, the light shines almost blindingly across the sandy ground, glowing and coalescing into a physical form. A young man driving a golden chariot pulled by canine-like creatures (more resemblant of African Wild Dogs) pulls to a stop infront of the Oasis. He blinks in somehwat confusion, with the look of a man experiencing the world for the first time. 

He has dark, almost black, skin, tanned and olive toned with undercut dirty blonde hair pulled back into a small bun. Braids frame his face, cuffed with gold links, and he shines with an almost youthful innocence, a smile bright and enthusiastic plastered on his face. His clothing is simple- a black jacket cut off at the sleeves embroidered with blazing sun-like patterns and long khaki cargo pants, golden chains clinking as they hang freely from its belt loops. He wears beautiful golden sandals, the sides of them carved with wing-like patterns.

The young man steps off the chariot, his hand running through the manes of his dutiful dogs, before greeting the people with a smile.

*CG, Fire Domain, first act is to gain followers :)*

 *here’s Cyno’s intro, although i think Kila’s appearance has changed some since then*

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*Sauronn.*

As the sun reaches its blistering peak over the barren wasteland, the light shines almost blindingly across the sandy ground, glowing and coalescing into a physical form. A young man driving a golden chariot pulled by canine-like creatures (more resemblant of African Wild Dogs) pulls to a stop infront of the Oasis. He blinks in somehwat confusion, with the look of a man experiencing the world for the first time. 

He has dark, almost black, skin, tanned and olive toned with undercut dirty blonde hair pulled back into a small bun. Braids frame his face, cuffed with gold links, and he shines with an almost youthful innocence, a smile bright and enthusiastic plastered on his face. His clothing is simple- a black jacket cut off at the sleeves embroidered with blazing sun-like patterns and long khaki cargo pants, golden chains clinking as they hang freely from its belt loops. He wears beautiful golden sandals, the sides of them carved with wing-like patterns.

The young man steps off the chariot, his hand running through the manes of his dutiful dogs, before greeting the people with a smile.

*CG, Fire Domain, first act is to gain followers :)*

 *here’s Cyno’s intro, although i think Kila’s appearance has changed some since then*

 *Ohhh, sickkkkkkk*

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Ivis is crafting something at the top of his mountain. The mountain seems larger than before, and clouds obscure the top of the mountain. Lightning strikes constantly hit the top of the mountain.

 Okropnosc leaps up to the top, nearly getting hit by the lightning. He seems unfazed, though. "What wonders shall you bring, Ivis?" He shouts, trying to be heard over the thunder.

 “An artifact like your wand!”

 "What kind?! I would think a weapon would be out of character for you, but given that it's an artifact, it may be for emergencies!" He calls, the wind nearly drownding out his voice. He seems comfortable speaking at this volume, though.

 “It’s a Sickle that controls the wind and creates living storms! It’s for emergencies!” His voice is a lot louder than the thunder and wind.

*the sickle will be either a wand of Orcus with different spells and elementals instead of undead or a Bident of thalassa with remade effects*

 "It's very good to be prepared! I'm glad you decided to work on your defenses!"

 “Oh, by the way, i have a question!”

*Hihi*

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*Hihi*

 *morning!*

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*Hihi*

 *morning!*

 *How are you?*

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*Hihi*

 *morning!*

 *How are you?*

 *I’m pretty good, how about you?*

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*Hihi*

 *morning!*

 *How are you?*

 *I’m pretty good, how about you?*

 *Alright. Just tired*

*Good morning everyone!*

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Ivis is crafting something at the top of his mountain. The mountain seems larger than before, and clouds obscure the top of the mountain. Lightning strikes constantly hit the top of the mountain.

 Okropnosc leaps up to the top, nearly getting hit by the lightning. He seems unfazed, though. "What wonders shall you bring, Ivis?" He shouts, trying to be heard over the thunder.

 “An artifact like your wand!”

 "What kind?! I would think a weapon would be out of character for you, but given that it's an artifact, it may be for emergencies!" He calls, the wind nearly drownding out his voice. He seems comfortable speaking at this volume, though.

 “It’s a Sickle that controls the wind and creates living storms! It’s for emergencies!” His voice is a lot louder than the thunder and wind.

*the sickle will be either a wand of Orcus with different spells and elementals instead of undead or a Bident of thalassa with remade effects*

 "It's very good to be prepared! I'm glad you decided to work on your defenses!"

 “Oh, by the way, i have a question!”

 "Go ahead!"

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Deep in the Nightmare City, many occultists tire of the endless night. They remember the days when the factories ran on fire and they could cook their meals with ease. Thus, a pilgrimage of 80 occultists and 20 malcontents left, looking for a place to call home. They brought with them a coffin and many, many pigs.

They found a nice spot in the wastes, and they put down the coffin and opened it. Inside was the corpse of Zidan, a foreman taken by Koszmar as a gift for his brilliant motivational and technological skills. They dressed the corpse in yellow clothes and slaughtered all the pigs as sacrifices. When nothing happened, they sat down and ate the pigs and drank the wine that they had brought with them. 

Then, Zidan moved. His hand beckoned... "Wine," he whispered. They quickly poured their former leader some wine. He drank, and seemed rejuvenated. He looked at his worshippers, at the sacrifices. He was no longer a corpse. He was a Corpse God.

The Chief in Yellow quickly got to work. No one should live in a wasteland. He raised first grass, trees, truffles, pigs, wheat, grapes, farms, and vineyards. Then, he decided that his palace should be open to everyone, and created a massive factory that blotted out the sun. Baroque spires reached high into the air, and the palace-abbatior-winery-city was born.

Heaven on earth? Not even close. But he wasn't an Overgod yet. For now, the City of Excess is a good appetizer.

Okropnosc is building more obelisks out in the wastes.

Zidan is holding a masquerade ball to celebrate his arrival. He has sent messengers to the domains of the other gods to invite everyone they can.

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"Should be a blast, yeah. I'm also just a demigod. I'm also kind of a god of fire, but I like music more. I can usually incorporate the two into my day though." 

 "I must say the same, for I am also a god of lies, both white and not. And acting is but an elaborate lie put on to make people believe you are that person." He begins juggling again, this time 4 balls

 "Cool stuff. I think I'm gonna go show off for some humans, if ya don't mind." He winks. 

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Okropnosc is wandering around the oasis, reading poetry.

Lark (in his child form again) pops up behind Okropnosc and follows him for a while, listening.

 They seem to be varied beyond imagination, clearly not written by any one person, but there is a common thread between them: romance.

 *Baalzeboop! Hey :)*

"Poetry! It's like singing, but without the music. Still cool though." Melos hovers nearby. 

 *It feels like someone put a rock in my stomach. Happy to see you, though.*

"That... is an apt description. Many songs originated from poetry, or vice-versa, and are very similar in communication. Personally, I prefer poetry, though, as I don't have the knowledge to completely appreciate music. I definitely enjoy both, though."

 "Yeah. Poetry is cool. Not energetic enough for me though." 

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Ilheia is flying around different domains and the human town, hanging off of things, jumping around, and just generally having a good time. 

 They'll see a man made of glass in a white suit turn into a fireball and zoom around the Oasis. 

 She smiles, starting to quickly fly following

 It seems to notice you following, and starts soaring around things, playfully trying to keep ahead. 

 She follows the path exactly, smiling. As she gains speed, she starts spinning in the air, her long hair whipping around behind her

 She quickly catches up to the fireball, and it elongates, forming back into the glass man. "Hello miss! Who're you?" He narrowly misses a passing bird. 

 She begins flying upside down, retaining the same speed despite the increased air resistance she should have "Call me Ilheia!! What about you?"

 "I'm Melos, but if you wanna be friends, you can call me Mel!" He slows down to basically a stationary hover. "I just arrived here." 

 "Hiya, Mel!! Im pretty new here, too! Its only been a few days so far. Are you a god or a human?"

 "Oh, I'm a demigod. I'm assuming you're a god/goddess?"