*Would anyone mind if I gave Szerucharz's Power Points and rank to a new character? Right now he's just... there, and I can't think of anything to do with him.*
*I don’t mind, but I don’t know if I count seeing as how I just now joined finally.*
*You should ping baazle*
*That's not a thing you can do on these forums as far as I'm aware*
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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.
Herionidus sits in a hollow in his great tree, caring for a small sprout. It has a thin green stem and delicate leaves, and it has three buds that look ready to blossom at any moment. The deathbloom is almost fully grown.
A tall, thin figure in a sandy poncho strides by. His head is the skull of a longhorn and he looks over your huge tree silently.
Herionidus looks towards him.
”well hello there!”
Hearing your voice, the skull turns towards you. He tips his wide brimmed hat and approaches.
”Howdy.”
“Are ya new here? You look like you’re new.”
“You could say that. I haven’t spent much time outside of my desert domain. This tree sure is thriving.” He says with his skeletal gaze turned up towards the great branches of the tree.
“Yep! Oldest living thing here besides humans. Manifested at the same time I did, it’s sorta like my symbol, kinda part of me. Hard to explain. Anyways, I’m Herionidus, local Overgod.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He looks back up at the tree, “Ain’t no trees this big or this green around my parts. Most of my trees are covered in thorns as well.”
“Doesn’t sound all that different from the wastes.”
“Heh, I get that a lot. Many folks can’t tell the difference. They complete miss all the work I put into arranging the needles of the cacti and then forming birds that can work around those needles. They don’t seem to notice the little flowers I hide in the dead grasses. My painted mesas and sculpted buttes are overlooked because of the dry climate and smoldering sun. It’s a shame really.” He says in a relaxed, southern drawl.
“Alright, well, lets see it then.”
“Alright then.” He tilts his head up and lets out a long, lonely whistle. Then a distant rumbling begins to shake the earth. In a cloud of swirling sand and wind, a stallion with a hide as red as dirt roars past. The stranger god swings effortlessly onto the stallions bareback and grabs you, lifting you up behind him. He blasts off in a screaming tornado.
A few moments later the horses hooves bite the dirt again. The desert god leaps to the ground and his boots crunch against sandy stone, pulling you with him. The whirling gale blocks all surroundings from sight.
”Here we are.”
When the wind dies down, the first thing you notice is the heat. Surely the desert angered the sun gods for the blazing star blasts the dry ground with scorching heat as if it was trying to wipe all life off the face of the earth.
Yet life lives on. You see fleet footed lizards dance across the dunes and dwarf owls sheltering in towering cacti. Hawks hide from jumping mice in the sun’s glare and massive boars escape the sun in rocky riverbeds.
The trees are short and brittle and there is no lush green vegetation. Only thorny brush and twisted branches of cedar sprout in this wasteland. The horizon is endless, broken only by the occasional mesa.
Speaking of mesas, you stand upon the blood red stone of one of these natural monuments which grants you an excellent view of the dusty landscape.
This new god stands next to you, gazing upon his domain with great pride.
“Wow, how pretty! It’s amazing.” He goes over to an owl and tries petting them (he’s also a wild domain god, Among other things)
Herionidus sits in a hollow in his great tree, caring for a small sprout. It has a thin green stem and delicate leaves, and it has three buds that look ready to blossom at any moment. The deathbloom is almost fully grown.
A tall, thin figure in a sandy poncho strides by. His head is the skull of a longhorn and he looks over your huge tree silently.
Herionidus looks towards him.
”well hello there!”
Hearing your voice, the skull turns towards you. He tips his wide brimmed hat and approaches.
”Howdy.”
“Are ya new here? You look like you’re new.”
“You could say that. I haven’t spent much time outside of my desert domain. This tree sure is thriving.” He says with his skeletal gaze turned up towards the great branches of the tree.
“Yep! Oldest living thing here besides humans. Manifested at the same time I did, it’s sorta like my symbol, kinda part of me. Hard to explain. Anyways, I’m Herionidus, local Overgod.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He looks back up at the tree, “Ain’t no trees this big or this green around my parts. Most of my trees are covered in thorns as well.”
“Doesn’t sound all that different from the wastes.”
“Heh, I get that a lot. Many folks can’t tell the difference. They complete miss all the work I put into arranging the needles of the cacti and then forming birds that can work around those needles. They don’t seem to notice the little flowers I hide in the dead grasses. My painted mesas and sculpted buttes are overlooked because of the dry climate and smoldering sun. It’s a shame really.” He says in a relaxed, southern drawl.
“Alright, well, lets see it then.”
“Alright then.” He tilts his head up and lets out a long, lonely whistle. Then a distant rumbling begins to shake the earth. In a cloud of swirling sand and wind, a stallion with a hide as red as dirt roars past. The stranger god swings effortlessly onto the stallions bareback and grabs you, lifting you up behind him. He blasts off in a screaming tornado.
A few moments later the horses hooves bite the dirt again. The desert god leaps to the ground and his boots crunch against sandy stone, pulling you with him. The whirling gale blocks all surroundings from sight.
”Here we are.”
When the wind dies down, the first thing you notice is the heat. Surely the desert angered the sun gods for the blazing star blasts the dry ground with scorching heat as if it was trying to wipe all life off the face of the earth.
Yet life lives on. You see fleet footed lizards dance across the dunes and dwarf owls sheltering in towering cacti. Hawks hide from jumping mice in the sun’s glare and massive boars escape the sun in rocky riverbeds.
The trees are short and brittle and there is no lush green vegetation. Only thorny brush and twisted branches of cedar sprout in this wasteland. The horizon is endless, broken only by the occasional mesa.
Speaking of mesas, you stand upon the blood red stone of one of these natural monuments which grants you an excellent view of the dusty landscape.
This new god stands next to you, gazing upon his domain with great pride.
“Wow, how pretty! It’s amazing.” He goes over to an owl and tries petting them (he’s also a wild domain god, Among other things)
”mind If I add something?”
*Do you mind snipping off a chunk of this monstrous quote chain if you’re able? My computer is acting up so I can’t.* The burrowing owl is tiny and quick but it senses your affiliation to nature and allows you near.
Herionidus takes out a flower from his crown and places it on the ground. It grows roots and a stem, starting to grow a few inches upwards. The flower is a honey yellow, but is almost white at the tips. It starts dripping nectar. It starts growing large, thick leaves which are much bigger than the rest of the plant.
”it’s a flower with nectar that can be a food source to animals. It’ll grow best near water, but it can do just fine in a desert.”
Herionidus takes out a flower from his crown and places it on the ground. It grows roots and a stem, starting to grow a few inches upwards. The flower is a honey yellow, but is almost white at the tips. It starts dripping nectar. It starts growing large, thick leaves which are much bigger than the rest of the plant.
”it’s a flower with nectar that can be a food source to animals. It’ll grow best near water, but it can do just fine in a desert.”
*Great thanks* ”It’s quite the pretty picture. I’m sure my hummingbirds will love it.” He stoops down into the dirt and begins to dig a small hole in the ground with his hands. The hole begins to bubble with dirty spring water. “Don’t want this new desert blossom to get too thirsty.”
*Have you just populated my desert with addictive hallucinogens? Please say yes.*
A few small bats dart over as the sun shrinks behind the distant horizon. They flutter around the blooming flowers and drink deeply from the blossoms. “These creatures of mine take advantage of every resource they get.” He says proudly.
*Sweet. This will definitely spark future interactions.*
”I’m sure it will. The children of my domain know not to let anything go to waste. By withholding plenty, I have led them to appreciate little and cultivate the virtue of temperance.”
“Yes, I had all these mice scurrying about and they were taking up too much space on the ground so I gave them wings. I also made a few that suck the blood out of larger mammals. Their victims rarely feel any pain and these vampire bats don’t take too much blood.”
“Mostly cattle in my ranches. Chickens, sheep, goats, and other large livestock are fed upon. A few have even tasted the blood of humans.” Out from the folds of his cloak, several vampire bats crawl out. They skitter across his limbs, skull, and horns before flitting off into the darkness.
“Yes, that’s true. But in my little closed off valley, the one surrounded by cliffs with a river running through it, there are hundreds of thousands at this point.”
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*That's not a thing you can do on these forums as far as I'm aware*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Wow, how pretty! It’s amazing.” He goes over to an owl and tries petting them (he’s also a wild domain god, Among other things)
”mind If I add something?”
*Do you mind snipping off a chunk of this monstrous quote chain if you’re able? My computer is acting up so I can’t.*
The burrowing owl is tiny and quick but it senses your affiliation to nature and allows you near.
“Go ahead.”
*just gonna restart the chain*
Herionidus takes out a flower from his crown and places it on the ground. It grows roots and a stem, starting to grow a few inches upwards. The flower is a honey yellow, but is almost white at the tips. It starts dripping nectar. It starts growing large, thick leaves which are much bigger than the rest of the plant.
”it’s a flower with nectar that can be a food source to animals. It’ll grow best near water, but it can do just fine in a desert.”
*Great thanks*
”It’s quite the pretty picture. I’m sure my hummingbirds will love it.” He stoops down into the dirt and begins to dig a small hole in the ground with his hands. The hole begins to bubble with dirty spring water. “Don’t want this new desert blossom to get too thirsty.”
Herionidus waves his hands, and a few dozen more of them start to appear everywhere.
*little thing that your character will probably discover later, the nectar is super addictive. It isn’t harmful or anything, though*
*Have you just populated my desert with addictive hallucinogens? Please say yes.*
A few small bats dart over as the sun shrinks behind the distant horizon. They flutter around the blooming flowers and drink deeply from the blossoms. “These creatures of mine take advantage of every resource they get.” He says proudly.
*yeah, Herio’s main domains are decadence and revelry, and he’s sorta a vampire, he’s bound to a coffin for at least part of the day*
”I hope my creation helps this little ecosystem thrive.”
*Sweet. This will definitely spark future interactions.*
”I’m sure it will. The children of my domain know not to let anything go to waste. By withholding plenty, I have led them to appreciate little and cultivate the virtue of temperance.”
Herionidus sits down and watches the bats.
”peculiar creatures. Most mammals are stuck on the ground, but these ones aren’t.”
“Yes, I had all these mice scurrying about and they were taking up too much space on the ground so I gave them wings. I also made a few that suck the blood out of larger mammals. Their victims rarely feel any pain and these vampire bats don’t take too much blood.”
“Vampire bats? What animals do they feed on?”
“Mostly cattle in my ranches. Chickens, sheep, goats, and other large livestock are fed upon. A few have even tasted the blood of humans.” Out from the folds of his cloak, several vampire bats crawl out. They skitter across his limbs, skull, and horns before flitting off into the darkness.
“Interesting! But you created them from rats… I have bad experience with most rats. They carry diseases and plagues.”
“You’re a god, ain’t you? You create plagues, what harm can they do to you?”
*I might have to leave soon.*
“I don’t make them. Locust does. They’re one of the other overgods. And I can’t stop her fast enough. She made rats to carry them and spread them.”
“Locust, ain’t met her yet. Still, you’re immune to sickness and disease, ain’t you? What can a rat do to a god?”
“Nothing, but it can do lots to humans.”
“True. Ain’t a lot of mankind around these parts. Got to be tough as nails and stubborn as stone to stay here.”
“Yes, that’s true. But in my little closed off valley, the one surrounded by cliffs with a river running through it, there are hundreds of thousands at this point.”