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From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...

Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.

 He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.

 *Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*

Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.

 The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.

Aon’i feels something watching them.

 She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.

 They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.

 She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.

 They pay no attention to her.

The chalice is filled with red wine.

 She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.

 The person holding the chalice looks extremely confused.

the shadow grows what she can guess are wings, although they are blurry, and flies over to her. It looks like a solidified shadow, with barely any detail. It’s transparent. Certain parts of it, including whats probably it’s mouth, is glowing purple. They seem to be smiling widely.

 Aon'i shifts, changes into an old man with a long, white beard, who leans back against a tree, sitting at its roots. "Hello, great one. I presume you are yet another of those who art the rulers of mortalkind?"

 “Ruler? Possibly. I am Elikam, the Monarch.”

 "So you are a god, a great one, yes? And these are, no doubt, your worshipers. I am Aon'i, Thirteenth of One." He holds out an old, gnarled hand.

 “Pleasure to meet you.”

they shake his hand. As soon as they touch, Elikam becomes more real. They were thin and muscular, and They had pitch black skin, with glowing purple markings all over their body, their short but messy hair was raven black, with two straight black horns protruding from their head. They had sharp, long claws and human like legs, and two enormous leathery bat wings that had glowing purple markings. They had a smile with sharp teeth, as well as a glowing purple mouth.

 "Likewise. As you can see, I am but a humble godling, a demigod of no significant power. I am in awe of you, Elikam, and would be pleased to serve you. All I ask in exchange is a leg up in this cruel, uncaring world, for I can see that you are certainly a god of means."

*What is Elikam?*

 *a demigod*

”are you suggesting that we should form a pantheon?”

*Hello! I’m going to introduce a new character today!*

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From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...

Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.

 He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.

 *Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*

Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.

 The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.

Aon’i feels something watching them.

 She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.

 They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.

 She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.

 They pay no attention to her.

The chalice is filled with red wine.

 She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.

 The person holding the chalice looks extremely confused.

the shadow grows what she can guess are wings, although they are blurry, and flies over to her. It looks like a solidified shadow, with barely any detail. It’s transparent. Certain parts of it, including whats probably it’s mouth, is glowing purple. They seem to be smiling widely.

 Aon'i shifts, changes into an old man with a long, white beard, who leans back against a tree, sitting at its roots. "Hello, great one. I presume you are yet another of those who art the rulers of mortalkind?"

 “Ruler? Possibly. I am Elikam, the Monarch.”

 "So you are a god, a great one, yes? And these are, no doubt, your worshipers. I am Aon'i, Thirteenth of One." He holds out an old, gnarled hand.

 “Pleasure to meet you.”

they shake his hand. As soon as they touch, Elikam becomes more real. They were thin and muscular, and They had pitch black skin, with glowing purple markings all over their body, their short but messy hair was raven black, with two straight black horns protruding from their head. They had sharp, long claws and human like legs, and two enormous leathery bat wings that had glowing purple markings. They had a smile with sharp teeth, as well as a glowing purple mouth.

 "Likewise. As you can see, I am but a humble godling, a demigod of no significant power. I am in awe of you, Elikam, and would be pleased to serve you. All I ask in exchange is a leg up in this cruel, uncaring world, for I can see that you are certainly a god of means."

*What is Elikam?*

 *a demigod*

”are you suggesting that we should form a pantheon?”

 *Sorry, meant to reply yesterday. Imma be gone for a while after this.*

 "I believe that we would both benefit from such an arrangement, yes." Aon'i smiles a grandfatherly smile as he strokes his beard. "In any case, I believe that I shall need followers of my own. It is truly impressive, the amount of mortals you have already convinced, my friend."

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From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...

Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.

 He finds a small group of a few dozen people trying to convince others to found a new village. One of them, obviously the leader, is holding a golden chalice, and looks… dead.

 *Hahahaha me getting ready to convert others.*

Aon'i pauses for a moment, before shifting to a less... conspicuous form. Moments later, a young girl slips through the crowd to listen to the proselytizing of the group.

 The leader is saying stuff about how if they found a new village, it will be prosperous and they will all be rich.

Aon’i feels something watching them.

 She looks lazily towards where the feeling is coming from and smiles genially.

 They see a shadowy figure watching them from a tree. They almost look like they aren’t there.

 She nods in their direction calmly before continuing to the front of the crowd and staring at the leader with a small - but noticeable - smirk.

 They pay no attention to her.

The chalice is filled with red wine.

 She discreetly waves her hand, and the wine will begin to overflow, pouring down the sides of the cup and rising up into an approximation of a miniature village - if houses were made of liquid. A moment later, it collapses into a puddle, and the wine stops overflowing. Aon'i turns to leave, moving in the general direction of the shadow.

 The person holding the chalice looks extremely confused.

the shadow grows what she can guess are wings, although they are blurry, and flies over to her. It looks like a solidified shadow, with barely any detail. It’s transparent. Certain parts of it, including whats probably it’s mouth, is glowing purple. They seem to be smiling widely.

 Aon'i shifts, changes into an old man with a long, white beard, who leans back against a tree, sitting at its roots. "Hello, great one. I presume you are yet another of those who art the rulers of mortalkind?"

 “Ruler? Possibly. I am Elikam, the Monarch.”

 "So you are a god, a great one, yes? And these are, no doubt, your worshipers. I am Aon'i, Thirteenth of One." He holds out an old, gnarled hand.

 “Pleasure to meet you.”

they shake his hand. As soon as they touch, Elikam becomes more real. They were thin and muscular, and They had pitch black skin, with glowing purple markings all over their body, their short but messy hair was raven black, with two straight black horns protruding from their head. They had sharp, long claws and human like legs, and two enormous leathery bat wings that had glowing purple markings. They had a smile with sharp teeth, as well as a glowing purple mouth.

 "Likewise. As you can see, I am but a humble godling, a demigod of no significant power. I am in awe of you, Elikam, and would be pleased to serve you. All I ask in exchange is a leg up in this cruel, uncaring world, for I can see that you are certainly a god of means."

*What is Elikam?*

 *a demigod*

”are you suggesting that we should form a pantheon?”

 *Sorry, meant to reply yesterday. Imma be gone for a while after this.*

 "I believe that we would both benefit from such an arrangement, yes." Aon'i smiles a grandfatherly smile as he strokes his beard. "In any case, I believe that I shall need followers of my own. It is truly impressive, the amount of mortals you have already convinced, my friend."

 “It isn’t that hard.”

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 *a demigod*

”are you suggesting that we should form a pantheon?”

 *Sorry, meant to reply yesterday. Imma be gone for a while after this.*

 "I believe that we would both benefit from such an arrangement, yes." Aon'i smiles a grandfatherly smile as he strokes his beard. "In any case, I believe that I shall need followers of my own. It is truly impressive, the amount of mortals you have already convinced, my friend."

 “It isn’t that hard.”

 "Well, we are gods..." He stands and bows, becoming a handsome young man. "I must now take my leave. I shall be in touch, friend."

*I really want to intro a new god but I have no motivation, ugh*

*Fiabrath has 452 followers*

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From a deep lake in the middle of a wide savanna comes a presence, coalescing gently. The thoughts and actions of mortals, becoming a newborn godling. The presence forms, pushing the water out of the way as it - he, now - rises from the lake. Tall, muscular, covered in shimmering robes of magic, completely untouched by the falling droplets as he crests the surface and strides onto the land before him. His eyes, amber and devious, survey the grassy plain before looking to the heavens above. He smiles as he imagines himself up there someday, above the others...

Turning his otherworldly eyes back to the earth below, Aon'i, chaotic neutral demigod of trickery, strides forth to find mortals to decieve.

 Kila, sitting in his savanna at the edge of the lake, jumps in surprise. “Woah!!! Hello!”

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*I really want to intro a new god but I have no motivation, ugh*

 *SO TRUE*

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*Fiabrath has 452 followers*

 *Kila gifts him 1000 followers <3 (if he wants)*

*Hey, cyno. I have a question, and it's okay if you say no. Could you do a quick sketch of Four? Do you need a better description of them?*

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*Hey, cyno. I have a question, and it's okay if you say no. Could you do a quick sketch of Four? Do you need a better description of them?*

 *Sure! And yes i do :)*

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*Hey, cyno. I have a question, and it's okay if you say no. Could you do a quick sketch of Four? Do you need a better description of them?*

 *Sure! And yes i do :)*

 *ok. Their body type is is just basic. Most basic rendition possible. The gas like orb in the place of the head is bright in the center with tiny wisps of light lashing out. The four masks are simple depictions of a man with aged features and closed eyes (1), a woman with one halo and two horns (2), a man with the right eye on fire and the left eye producing a large tear (3), a woman with indents in it that depict the texture of a brick wall (4). All the expressions are neutral. On their right shoulder, a small cactus is growing, with a flower that is near budding. Is this good enough?*

*anyone on?*

*I can be :)*

*Yipeeee!*

*wait how much followers does Fiabrath get each day, if they have 1452 followers?*

*I think it should be 500 if they're evil, 800 if they're neutral and 1,000 if they're good. But I'm not 100% sure, I haven't really been keeping track of Lark's followers.*

*Ive been counting followers wrong this whole time!*