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Fiabrath’s land has grown. Their is now a forest to the east and the hills to the south have become small mountains. The lake in the centre has also grown.

Fiabrath’s people are developing quickly. They have simple houses and a shaman, who wears a deer skull, necklace, rings and a brown cloak. They are currently hunting for food in the forest.

Fiabrath sits atop a mountain, thinking to themselves.

 Fiabrath sees the new Minor God of Performance Act walking around near the base of the mountain. The mask is facing him but none of his body language shows he's noticed Fiabrath yet.

 Fiabrath shouts, “Greetings! I’m Fiabrath, who are you?”

There is a symbol that was found by the Occultists in the early days of the world: the Cruor Brand. It was a dreadful half-spiral with shards reaching out and in, and it infected everything it touched. It was how Okropnosc was created from pure fear, and how Zidan was brought back from the dead. But the Cruor Brand has so many uses, so many uncatalogued experiments to dabble with. However, the Brand has not gained its name for nothing: It requires sacrifice to work.

A young occultist has dragged bodies out into the wastes and arranged them into the cruel, blasphemous shape, and stitched them together with tendons. Man, woman, and child lie in the horrible shape, special herbs and concoctions mixed in, runes and additional Cruor Brands carved into the bodies. Every second of his life was leading up to this nightmarish abomination, this failure of morality on a grotesque scale.

Nothing happens.

He fidgets with the knife he used for each murder. He cuts his hand and lets the blood run down onto the bodies.

Still nothing.

Then he sees it. The dark between the stars is reaching down, dripping like a foul ooze from a shattered hole in the sky. He lifts his arms in praise as the Cruor Brand begins to shift and squirm. He touches a stone around his belt, alerting the other occultists of what he did. They come running.

He turns around, expecting praise, but instead, he hears nothing but disgust. "What is that thing?!" cries the cult leader. The young man turns around and sees what he has done. He has accidentally created a monster. It was an experiment after all, but he didn't expect this... thing. Even Okropnosc had a semblance of humanity. This thing was... an abomination. A bastardization of humanity and the world as a whole. Its very existence laughs in the face of basic reality laws. "What... is that?" Is the only thing the young occultist can offer, not even resembling a response. "I think... it's a demon..."

The dark between the stars holds together these corpses, but it is founded on the Cruor Brand. It no longer requires sacrifice. It can do what it wants.

Ohyda, god of Corruption. The Atrocity.

CN, Shadow domain.

*Whew, that took like half an hour.*

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There is a symbol that was found by the Occultists in the early days of the world: the Cruor Brand. It was a dreadful half-spiral with shards reaching out and in, and it infected everything it touched. It was how Okropnosc was created from pure fear, and how Zidan was brought back from the dead. But the Cruor Brand has so many uses, so many uncatalogued experiments to dabble with. However, the Brand has not gained its name for nothing: It requires sacrifice to work.

A young occultist has dragged bodies out into the wastes and arranged them into the cruel, blasphemous shape, and stitched them together with tendons. Man, woman, and child lie in the horrible shape, special herbs and concoctions mixed in, runes and additional Cruor Brands carved into the bodies. Every second of his life was leading up to this nightmarish abomination, this failure of morality on a grotesque scale.

Nothing happens.

He fidgets with the knife he used for each murder. He cuts his hand and lets the blood run down onto the bodies.

Still nothing.

Then he sees it. The dark between the stars is reaching down, dripping like a foul ooze from a shattered hole in the sky. He lifts his arms in praise as the Cruor Brand begins to shift and squirm. He touches a stone around his belt, alerting the other occultists of what he did. They come running.

He turns around, expecting praise, but instead, he hears nothing but disgust. "What is that thing?!" cries the cult leader. The young man turns around and sees what he has done. He has accidentally created a monster. It was an experiment after all, but he didn't expect this... thing. Even Okropnosc had a semblance of humanity. This thing was... an abomination. A bastardization of humanity and the world as a whole. Its very existence laughs in the face of basic reality laws. "What... is that?" Is the only thing the young occultist can offer, not even resembling a response. "I think... it's a demon..."

The dark between the stars holds together these corpses, but it is founded on the Cruor Brand. It no longer requires sacrifice. It can do what it wants.

Ohyda, god of Corruption. The Atrocity.

CN, Shadow domain.

 *NO! I WAS GOING TO MAKE A GOD OF CORRUPTION AND IT WAS GOING TO BE IMPORTANT IN FIABRATH’S STORY!*

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 *NO! I WAS GOING TO MAKE A GOD OF CORRUPTION AND IT WAS GOING TO BE IMPORTANT IN FIABRATH’S STORY!*

 *There can be multiple... or this guy can serve as that god...*

Melos has created a tall tower, 70 feet high, made mostly of stone, metal, and glass. It has many balconies, and many useful rooms inside. Any and all windows are opaque on the outside, but can be seen through like normal from the inside. 

And this tower has a second form, which Melos has talked to some about, it just hasn't been revealed yet. 

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There is a symbol that was found by the Occultists in the early days of the world: the Cruor Brand. It was a dreadful half-spiral with shards reaching out and in, and it infected everything it touched. It was how Okropnosc was created from pure fear, and how Zidan was brought back from the dead. But the Cruor Brand has so many uses, so many uncatalogued experiments to dabble with. However, the Brand has not gained its name for nothing: It requires sacrifice to work.

A young occultist has dragged bodies out into the wastes and arranged them into the cruel, blasphemous shape, and stitched them together with tendons. Man, woman, and child lie in the horrible shape, special herbs and concoctions mixed in, runes and additional Cruor Brands carved into the bodies. Every second of his life was leading up to this nightmarish abomination, this failure of morality on a grotesque scale.

Nothing happens.

He fidgets with the knife he used for each murder. He cuts his hand and lets the blood run down onto the bodies.

Still nothing.

Then he sees it. The dark between the stars is reaching down, dripping like a foul ooze from a shattered hole in the sky. He lifts his arms in praise as the Cruor Brand begins to shift and squirm. He touches a stone around his belt, alerting the other occultists of what he did. They come running.

He turns around, expecting praise, but instead, he hears nothing but disgust. "What is that thing?!" cries the cult leader. The young man turns around and sees what he has done. He has accidentally created a monster. It was an experiment after all, but he didn't expect this... thing. Even Okropnosc had a semblance of humanity. This thing was... an abomination. A bastardization of humanity and the world as a whole. Its very existence laughs in the face of basic reality laws. "What... is that?" Is the only thing the young occultist can offer, not even resembling a response. "I think... it's a demon..."

The dark between the stars holds together these corpses, but it is founded on the Cruor Brand. It no longer requires sacrifice. It can do what it wants.

Ohyda, god of Corruption. The Atrocity.

CN, Shadow domain.

 *NO! I WAS GOING TO MAKE A GOD OF CORRUPTION AND IT WAS GOING TO BE IMPORTANT IN FIABRATH’S STORY!*

 *There can be multiple... or this guy can serve as that god...*

 *I guess you’re right, but maybe I could rework the character? Besides, they’re not even going to be RPed till a long time.*

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 *NO! I WAS GOING TO MAKE A GOD OF CORRUPTION AND IT WAS GOING TO BE IMPORTANT IN FIABRATH’S STORY!*

 *There can be multiple... or this guy can serve as that god...*

 *I guess you’re right, but maybe I could rework the character? Besides, they’re not even going to be RPed till a long time.*

 *That's the spirit! Just "Yes and!"*

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 *NO! I WAS GOING TO MAKE A GOD OF CORRUPTION AND IT WAS GOING TO BE IMPORTANT IN FIABRATH’S STORY!*

 *There can be multiple... or this guy can serve as that god...*

 *I guess you’re right, but maybe I could rework the character? Besides, they’re not even going to be RPed till a long time.*

 *That's the spirit! Just "Yes and!"*

 *Exactly*

*I’m listening to The Cult of Dionysus, lol!*

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Fiabrath’s land has grown. Their is now a forest to the east and the hills to the south have become small mountains. The lake in the centre has also grown.

Fiabrath’s people are developing quickly. They have simple houses and a shaman, who wears a deer skull, necklace, rings and a brown cloak. They are currently hunting for food in the forest.

Fiabrath sits atop a mountain, thinking to themselves.

 Fiabrath sees the new Minor God of Performance Act walking around near the base of the mountain. The mask is facing him but none of his body language shows he's noticed Fiabrath yet.

 Fiabrath shouts, “Greetings! I’m Fiabrath, who are you?”

 "HUH! OH! ACT! HELLO UP THERE! I SEE YOU HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!"

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Fiabrath’s land has grown. Their is now a forest to the east and the hills to the south have become small mountains. The lake in the centre has also grown.

Fiabrath’s people are developing quickly. They have simple houses and a shaman, who wears a deer skull, necklace, rings and a brown cloak. They are currently hunting for food in the forest.

Fiabrath sits atop a mountain, thinking to themselves.

 Fiabrath sees the new Minor God of Performance Act walking around near the base of the mountain. The mask is facing him but none of his body language shows he's noticed Fiabrath yet.

 Fiabrath shouts, “Greetings! I’m Fiabrath, who are you?”

 "HUH! OH! ACT! HELLO UP THERE! I SEE YOU HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!"

 “Is that a joke? I never understand those… Hello act, welcome to my land! as you can tell, it’s made of paint!”

The Atrocity summons a massive, kitchen knife shaped blade in its hand and stabs it into the ground. Black grass and buildings rise from the earth, colorful flowers lining dirt roads and lying in meadows. The sun dims in the Shadow Estate as spiraling depths appear beneath the earth. A birds-eye view will reveal that the town is suspiciously shaped like the Cruor Brand.

*a lot happened*

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*a lot happened*

 *Ivis gained 750 followers*

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Fiabrath’s land has grown. Their is now a forest to the east and the hills to the south have become small mountains. The lake in the centre has also grown.

Fiabrath’s people are developing quickly. They have simple houses and a shaman, who wears a deer skull, necklace, rings and a brown cloak. They are currently hunting for food in the forest.

Fiabrath sits atop a mountain, thinking to themselves.

 Fiabrath sees the new Minor God of Performance Act walking around near the base of the mountain. The mask is facing him but none of his body language shows he's noticed Fiabrath yet.

 Fiabrath shouts, “Greetings! I’m Fiabrath, who are you?”

 "HUH! OH! ACT! HELLO UP THERE! I SEE YOU HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!"

 “Is that a joke? I never understand those… Hello act, welcome to my land! as you can tell, it’s made of paint!”

 "It is? That must be messy..."

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*a lot happened*

 *Ivis gained 750 followers*

 *Fiabrath has 220*

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Fiabrath’s land has grown. Their is now a forest to the east and the hills to the south have become small mountains. The lake in the centre has also grown.

Fiabrath’s people are developing quickly. They have simple houses and a shaman, who wears a deer skull, necklace, rings and a brown cloak. They are currently hunting for food in the forest.

Fiabrath sits atop a mountain, thinking to themselves.

 Fiabrath sees the new Minor God of Performance Act walking around near the base of the mountain. The mask is facing him but none of his body language shows he's noticed Fiabrath yet.

 Fiabrath shouts, “Greetings! I’m Fiabrath, who are you?”

 "HUH! OH! ACT! HELLO UP THERE! I SEE YOU HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!"

 “Is that a joke? I never understand those… Hello act, welcome to my land! as you can tell, it’s made of paint!”

 "It is? That must be messy..."

 “Don’t worry! It just looks like paint!”

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*a lot happened*

 *Ivis gained 750 followers*

 *wooh he’s an intermediate god time for a transformation*

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*a lot happened*

 *Ivis gained 750 followers*

 *wooh he’s an intermediate god time for a transformation*

 *Okropnosc gave up being a god and gave all his followers to his friends, and one third of them went to Ivis*