A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to him, looking befuddled, and says, “What was that? What did you tell that human?”
"Oh, nothin really. Just that the man next to him was the one who killed his brother."
“Oh, well that was rude of him. You should kill him.”
"That guy looks like he'll do that for himself anyway. Besides, it wasn't true."
Xeem’fwel’che looks confused. “Well… why’d you say it then? That put the other guy in an uncomfortable situation.”
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“Gain their trust, build a great civilization and let these people thrive. What say you we join forces, and lead them together?”
"A brilliant idea. Together, we could... well, necromancy sounds like a thought."
“It does indeed. As long as it doesn’t scare the people, I’d love to help in any way I can!”
"They need only a taste of fear, but... I just realized that we don't have any bodies yet. How droll."
“What do you mean we don’t have bodies? Isn’t this a body?”
"Corpses is what I mean. No one has died yet. However, Morgana has told me that she is to die soon. That presents an interesting opportunity."
“I don’t want her to die, she seems nice. Although I suppose if she dies we can resurrect her…”
"By certain definitions of resurrect, yes."
“What do you mean?”
"To truly bring back a goddess... I know the laws of death, and I don't believe it to be possible. As an undead being, however, is a possibility, although that would likely be against her wishes. My suggestion is to use her flesh, skin, and bones to make a piece of art. Something magical that she would be proud to be a part of."
“Hmm. Interesting. I don’t know much of necromancy, it’s not my area of expertise, sorry.”
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A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Koszmar watches the fight with interest, hoping that someone will die, granting him his first corpse.
Eventually, he turns his eyes away from the fight and toward Lark, who he bows to.
Lark pulls a face as Koszmar bows, restoring his expression to a somewhat respectful one as Koszmar straightens up. "Howd'ya do? I'm Lark!" He spits on his hand, before offering it for a shake.
Koszmar politely declines. "Please be polite. Eventually, even you will be in the underworld. It would be a shame if you wound up in an unmarked grave out in the woods."
"What makes ya think an unmarked grave in the woods ain't exactly where I want to be?"
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to him, looking befuddled, and says, “What was that? What did you tell that human?”
"Oh, nothin really. Just that the man next to him was the one who killed his brother."
“Oh, well that was rude of him. You should kill him.”
"That guy looks like he'll do that for himself anyway. Besides, it wasn't true."
Xeem’fwel’che looks confused. “Well… why’d you say it then? That put the other guy in an uncomfortable situation.”
“What do you mean we don’t have bodies? Isn’t this a body?”
"Corpses is what I mean. No one has died yet. However, Morgana has told me that she is to die soon. That presents an interesting opportunity."
“I don’t want her to die, she seems nice. Although I suppose if she dies we can resurrect her…”
"By certain definitions of resurrect, yes."
“What do you mean?”
"To truly bring back a goddess... I know the laws of death, and I don't believe it to be possible. As an undead being, however, is a possibility, although that would likely be against her wishes. My suggestion is to use her flesh, skin, and bones to make a piece of art. Something magical that she would be proud to be a part of."
“Hmm. Interesting. I don’t know much of necromancy, it’s not my area of expertise, sorry.”
"Some simple Evocation or Abjuration should work fine. To create or preserve life."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to him, looking befuddled, and says, “What was that? What did you tell that human?”
"Oh, nothin really. Just that the man next to him was the one who killed his brother."
“Oh, well that was rude of him. You should kill him.”
"That guy looks like he'll do that for himself anyway. Besides, it wasn't true."
Xeem’fwel’che looks confused. “Well… why’d you say it then? That put the other guy in an uncomfortable situation.”
"Why does anyone do anything? For fun!"
“But one of them could get hurt… I’m going to go help.” They go and attempt to break up the fight, assuming they’re both still alive.
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Koszmar watches the fight with interest, hoping that someone will die, granting him his first corpse.
Eventually, he turns his eyes away from the fight and toward Lark, who he bows to.
Lark pulls a face as Koszmar bows, restoring his expression to a somewhat respectful one as Koszmar straightens up. "Howd'ya do? I'm Lark!" He spits on his hand, before offering it for a shake.
Koszmar politely declines. "Please be polite. Eventually, even you will be in the underworld. It would be a shame if you wound up in an unmarked grave out in the woods."
"What makes ya think an unmarked grave in the woods ain't exactly where I want to be?"
"If that is what you want, so be it. But no one sneaks past death."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to him, looking befuddled, and says, “What was that? What did you tell that human?”
"Oh, nothin really. Just that the man next to him was the one who killed his brother."
“Oh, well that was rude of him. You should kill him.”
"That guy looks like he'll do that for himself anyway. Besides, it wasn't true."
Xeem’fwel’che looks confused. “Well… why’d you say it then? That put the other guy in an uncomfortable situation.”
"Why does anyone do anything? For fun!"
“But one of them could get hurt… I’m going to go help.” They go and attempt to break up the fight, assuming they’re both still alive.
"Fine, have it your way goody-two shoes." They are both still alive, although one of the men is sporting a broken arm and the other a black eye.
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Koszmar watches the fight with interest, hoping that someone will die, granting him his first corpse.
Eventually, he turns his eyes away from the fight and toward Lark, who he bows to.
Lark pulls a face as Koszmar bows, restoring his expression to a somewhat respectful one as Koszmar straightens up. "Howd'ya do? I'm Lark!" He spits on his hand, before offering it for a shake.
Koszmar politely declines. "Please be polite. Eventually, even you will be in the underworld. It would be a shame if you wound up in an unmarked grave out in the woods."
"What makes ya think an unmarked grave in the woods ain't exactly where I want to be?"
"If that is what you want, so be it. But no one sneaks past death."
"I reckon I could, if I tried hard enough. Anything can be sneaked past if ya make a big enough distraction."
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Koszmar watches the fight with interest, hoping that someone will die, granting him his first corpse.
Eventually, he turns his eyes away from the fight and toward Lark, who he bows to.
Lark pulls a face as Koszmar bows, restoring his expression to a somewhat respectful one as Koszmar straightens up. "Howd'ya do? I'm Lark!" He spits on his hand, before offering it for a shake.
Koszmar politely declines. "Please be polite. Eventually, even you will be in the underworld. It would be a shame if you wound up in an unmarked grave out in the woods."
"What makes ya think an unmarked grave in the woods ain't exactly where I want to be?"
"If that is what you want, so be it. But no one sneaks past death."
"I reckon I could, if I tried hard enough. Anything can be sneaked past if ya make a big enough distraction."
"The amount of carnage required would be greater than any currently possible. It would take bloodshed of ludicrous proportions. A god dying would be of such incredible importance for death that it would make even the bloodiest war a footnote."
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Koszmar watches the fight with interest, hoping that someone will die, granting him his first corpse.
Eventually, he turns his eyes away from the fight and toward Lark, who he bows to.
Lark pulls a face as Koszmar bows, restoring his expression to a somewhat respectful one as Koszmar straightens up. "Howd'ya do? I'm Lark!" He spits on his hand, before offering it for a shake.
Koszmar politely declines. "Please be polite. Eventually, even you will be in the underworld. It would be a shame if you wound up in an unmarked grave out in the woods."
"What makes ya think an unmarked grave in the woods ain't exactly where I want to be?"
"If that is what you want, so be it. But no one sneaks past death."
"I reckon I could, if I tried hard enough. Anything can be sneaked past if ya make a big enough distraction."
"The amount of carnage required would be greater than any currently possible. It would take bloodshed of ludicrous proportions. A god dying would be of such incredible importance for death that it would make even the bloodiest war a footnote."
"Well, carnage sounds fun. But bloodshed can be pretty boring, people forget all about tricks and mischief in war, and just bash each other to bits. Guess I'll just have to think of another way to get around death."
Xeem’fwel’che heals them, and walks back to Lark. “What’s your name? they ask.
"Hmm.. wouldn't you like to know." He turns around, pretending to walk off, and then turns back towards them. "Just kidding, the name's Lark. What's yours?"
"Hmm.. wouldn't you like to know." He turns around, pretending to walk off, and then turns back towards them. "Just kidding, the names Lark. What's yours?"
“That’s a nice name! A beautiful bird as well. My name is Xeem’fwel’che, nice to meet you, Lark!”
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remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
"Hmm.. wouldn't you like to know." He turns around, pretending to walk off, and then turns back towards them. "Just kidding, the names Lark. What's yours?"
“That’s a nice name! A beautiful bird as well. My name is Xeem’fwel’che, nice to meet you, Lark!”
"I'd say it's nice to meet you too, but I'm not sure yet. Can I call ya Xeemie for short?"
*just to check, we all start as Demigods, we choose how many followers we start with, is it ok for a single ‘god’ to have four personalities, and Gollum is awesome?*
"Hmm.. wouldn't you like to know." He turns around, pretending to walk off, and then turns back towards them. "Just kidding, the names Lark. What's yours?"
“That’s a nice name! A beautiful bird as well. My name is Xeem’fwel’che, nice to meet you, Lark!”
"I'd say it's nice to meet you too, but I'm not sure yet. Can I call ya Xeemie for short?"
“How about Zee? It’s what my friends call me. Or would, if I had any.”
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remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
Xeem’fwel’che looks confused. “Well… why’d you say it then? That put the other guy in an uncomfortable situation.”
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“Hmm. Interesting. I don’t know much of necromancy, it’s not my area of expertise, sorry.”
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"What makes ya think an unmarked grave in the woods ain't exactly where I want to be?"
"Why does anyone do anything? For fun!"
"Some simple Evocation or Abjuration should work fine. To create or preserve life."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“But one of them could get hurt… I’m going to go help.” They go and attempt to break up the fight, assuming they’re both still alive.
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remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
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"If that is what you want, so be it. But no one sneaks past death."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fine, have it your way goody-two shoes." They are both still alive, although one of the men is sporting a broken arm and the other a black eye.
"I reckon I could, if I tried hard enough. Anything can be sneaked past if ya make a big enough distraction."
"The amount of carnage required would be greater than any currently possible. It would take bloodshed of ludicrous proportions. A god dying would be of such incredible importance for death that it would make even the bloodiest war a footnote."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, carnage sounds fun. But bloodshed can be pretty boring, people forget all about tricks and mischief in war, and just bash each other to bits. Guess I'll just have to think of another way to get around death."
Xeem’fwel’che heals them, and walks back to Lark. “What’s your name? they ask.
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“Does resurrecting someone make a copy of them with all of their previous abilities, even if they’re just a mindless body?”
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"Hmm.. wouldn't you like to know." He turns around, pretending to walk off, and then turns back towards them. "Just kidding, the name's Lark. What's yours?"
“That’s a nice name! A beautiful bird as well. My name is Xeem’fwel’che, nice to meet you, Lark!”
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"I'd say it's nice to meet you too, but I'm not sure yet. Can I call ya Xeemie for short?"
"Not really. Resurrection, by definition, truly brings someone back from the dead."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Hmm. This is confusing. I prefer magic that doesn’t involve necromancy.”
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*just to check, we all start as Demigods, we choose how many followers we start with, is it ok for a single ‘god’ to have four personalities, and Gollum is awesome?*
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I am The Grand Envisioner!
“How about Zee? It’s what my friends call me. Or would, if I had any.”
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