*How about a Deity of the Hunt. They represent the lone hunter tracking down the largest and most dangerous prey, and teach their followers to be the most dangerous, primal predators while also honoring and respecting the natural order. For at any point the hunter can become prey should they not continue to hone their skills and challenge themselves. Many who walk the path of a Barbarian, Ranger, or Druid can honor the Lord of the Grand Hunt, the great Primal Beast.*
*sounds fun!*
*also, note, I’m open to anyone making demigods for my deities on here*
*Neat.
I also had a fun idea that every year or maybe a few years there is an event where the Primal Beast sends out an aspect of himself and tasks his followers to hunt this aspect down. If one hunter or a small group can take the aspect down within a certain amount of time, the hunters in question are granted a grand boon from the Lord of the Grand Hunt. This is also how the Primal Beast choses his Champion or High Priest, only they must face a more power Avatar to achieve their titles.*
*thats super cool!*
*my little god of hospitality is all about welcoming strangers to have food with you in your house, giving little kids candy canes, and staying all warm and cozy in the winter. His followers celebrate together by all pitching in to hold a giant potluck, and if it’s big enough and if it attracts enough people that aren’t yet his followers, then he blesses it and even joins them. He spends a lot of time in the mortal world*
*I see someone is in the festive spirit. I love the idea.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*How about a Deity of the Hunt. They represent the lone hunter tracking down the largest and most dangerous prey, and teach their followers to be the most dangerous, primal predators while also honoring and respecting the natural order. For at any point the hunter can become prey should they not continue to hone their skills and challenge themselves. Many who walk the path of a Barbarian, Ranger, or Druid can honor the Lord of the Grand Hunt, the great Primal Beast.*
*sounds fun!*
*also, note, I’m open to anyone making demigods for my deities on here*
*Neat.
I also had a fun idea that every year or maybe a few years there is an event where the Primal Beast sends out an aspect of himself and tasks his followers to hunt this aspect down. If one hunter or a small group can take the aspect down within a certain amount of time, the hunters in question are granted a grand boon from the Lord of the Grand Hunt. This is also how the Primal Beast choses his Champion or High Priest, only they must face a more power Avatar to achieve their titles.*
*thats super cool!*
*my little god of hospitality is all about welcoming strangers to have food with you in your house, giving little kids candy canes, and staying all warm and cozy in the winter. His followers celebrate together by all pitching in to hold a giant potluck, and if it’s big enough and if it attracts enough people that aren’t yet his followers, then he blesses it and even joins them. He spends a lot of time in the mortal world*
*I see someone is in the festive spirit. I love the idea.*
*oh, absolutely. I’m playing a slightly different version of him on the Lord’s rest, his name is Vanilla De Meringue, god of sweets and winter treats*
[In terms of where the Deities live, they live in a sort of Mount Olympus style place (which I'm just going to call Godhome, blatantly stolen from Hollow Knight lmao) which overlooks the entire world, and the deities have easy access between the world below, and Godhome. Whilst Godhome isn't huge, it's large enough for deities to spread themselves amongst it into different groups or have their own communities, in a way, although isolation from other deities is near impossible. A mortal can access Godhome, as said previously, but it takes a lot of effort!
I'll probably intro a demi-god character idea I have at some point in the future, looking forward to seeing how this thread develops!]
A bit always from a dirt path, which leads to the nearest small town of Caneshire, covered in snow and in frozen leaves, is a small campsite. A few logs around a fire, where a pot is cooking something up, which smells delicious. There is only one person at the camp, a teenage boy, it seems, dressed in furs and warm clothing. His hair… seems not to be hair, but instead a swirl of whipped cream, and he has antlers, only about four inches tall, made of chocolate wafer sticks. His nose is red and runny, and he’s sipping a drink from a flask, piping hot despite the inhospitable weather.
*f**k it, we ball*
He sees a large, long figure walking towards the fire. The figure is moving at a very slow pace.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
A bit always from a dirt path, which leads to the nearest small town of Caneshire, covered in snow and in frozen leaves, is a small campsite. A few logs around a fire, where a pot is cooking something up, which smells delicious. There is only one person at the camp, a teenage boy, it seems, dressed in furs and warm clothing. His hair… seems not to be hair, but instead a swirl of whipped cream, and he has antlers, only about four inches tall, made of chocolate wafer sticks. His nose is red and runny, and he’s sipping a drink from a flask, piping hot despite the inhospitable weather.
*f**k it, we ball*
He sees a large, long figure walking towards the fire. The figure is moving at a very slow pace.
He waves cheerily, inviting him to sit with them. He stirs whatever is in the pot, a smile on his face.
A bit always from a dirt path, which leads to the nearest small town of Caneshire, covered in snow and in frozen leaves, is a small campsite. A few logs around a fire, where a pot is cooking something up, which smells delicious. There is only one person at the camp, a teenage boy, it seems, dressed in furs and warm clothing. His hair… seems not to be hair, but instead a swirl of whipped cream, and he has antlers, only about four inches tall, made of chocolate wafer sticks. His nose is red and runny, and he’s sipping a drink from a flask, piping hot despite the inhospitable weather.
*f**k it, we ball*
He sees a large, long figure walking towards the fire. The figure is moving at a very slow pace.
He waves cheerily, inviting him to sit with them. He stirs whatever is in the pot, a smile on his face.
The figure seems to speed up a little bit, getting closer.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
A figure appears in a remote flower field in a blessed stream of light, obscuring their celestial form. The light fades as the clouds roll back in, and reveals a stooped over, old man, their skin the colour of lavender and their hair white and wispy like smoke. Their robes are similar to that of a censer-bearers in a temple, and clamped over their mouth is a large copper grate, riddled with holes which produce swirling, misty incense. 'What a drag.' they mutter, as they take a great heave of air in, and with it, their celestial form, even though it has been altered for worldly usage, fades, the inhalation of breath drawing away the smoky residues about them to reveal the form of a younger man, only about 17. The disguised god then staggers through the field, pale pink fingers brushing the flowers and their petals as he goes. He hums to himself and says 'Time to start over...'
Among the streets of the city rests a man among gods, and yet a god among man, towering above all in moral conduct, in character, in physique, and in attitude. He does not appear special, an immaculately tanned man in a purple shirt and sharp black sunglasses that match his black baggy pants. He has a necklace around his neck, the silver locket on it closed. He just finished a workout from what can be seen by the sweat on him, and is chillin’ at a coffee place after, charming with a personality that could infect anyone. He’s the Demi god of Bros, friend to all dudes and dudettes.
This looks so darn cool, I will make a char, is there a char limit?
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
Among the streets of the city rests a man among gods, and yet a god among man, towering above all in moral conduct, in character, in physique, and in attitude. He does not appear special, an immaculately tanned man in a purple shirt and sharp black sunglasses that match his black baggy pants. He has a necklace around his neck, the silver locket on it closed. He just finished a workout from what can be seen by the sweat on him, and is chillin’ at a coffee place after, charming with a personality that could infect anyone. He’s the Demi god of Bros, friend to all dudes and dudettes.
A young teen awkwardly slinks over, collapsing into a seat next to him, and leans forward. He smells strongly of floral scents, lavender and roses, vanilla and myrrh, though appears as a regular, dark haired boy in casual clothes. He mopingly says 'Hey...dude, you umm...you reek.' He's slumped onto the table, and says this with little tact or remorse, until eventually realising what his words sound like, straightening up and hurriedly saying 'Oh, I mean umm...you uhh, don't smell the best. I think it's the sweat. Would you mind if I freshen you up a bit? I've got a sensitive nose, and I could sense your aura from miles away.'
A bit always from a dirt path, which leads to the nearest small town of Caneshire, covered in snow and in frozen leaves, is a small campsite. A few logs around a fire, where a pot is cooking something up, which smells delicious. There is only one person at the camp, a teenage boy, it seems, dressed in furs and warm clothing. His hair… seems not to be hair, but instead a swirl of whipped cream, and he has antlers, only about four inches tall, made of chocolate wafer sticks. His nose is red and runny, and he’s sipping a drink from a flask, piping hot despite the inhospitable weather.
*f**k it, we ball*
He sees a large, long figure walking towards the fire. The figure is moving at a very slow pace.
He waves cheerily, inviting him to sit with them. He stirs whatever is in the pot, a smile on his face.
The figure seems to speed up a little bit, getting closer.
He quickly dishes up a bowl of whatever was in the pot, some sort of stew, and produces a pumpkin pie. Once the figure gets close enough, he offers it to them.
A strange specter-like creature floats through the air. Its outlines are black and dark gray. It wears a black helmet that seems to weigh it down and pain it.
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
*I see someone is in the festive spirit. I love the idea.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
My Greater Will Google Doc
Proud member of the DragonClub! cult.
*oh, absolutely. I’m playing a slightly different version of him on the Lord’s rest, his name is Vanilla De Meringue, god of sweets and winter treats*
[In terms of where the Deities live, they live in a sort of Mount Olympus style place (which I'm just going to call Godhome, blatantly stolen from Hollow Knight lmao) which overlooks the entire world, and the deities have easy access between the world below, and Godhome. Whilst Godhome isn't huge, it's large enough for deities to spread themselves amongst it into different groups or have their own communities, in a way, although isolation from other deities is near impossible. A mortal can access Godhome, as said previously, but it takes a lot of effort!
I'll probably intro a demi-god character idea I have at some point in the future, looking forward to seeing how this thread develops!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*This is going to be very interesting indeed. Maybe I’ll see how things go, I would enjoy this thread. Hope it lasts.*
*I could make a god of midnight snacks.*
*Hmmm...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*f**k it, we ball*
He sees a large, long figure walking towards the fire. The figure is moving at a very slow pace.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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*I call dibs on a god of normality, a god of being average, and a god of squats.*
He waves cheerily, inviting him to sit with them. He stirs whatever is in the pot, a smile on his face.
*Dibs on the god of Gaslighting*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
What? No you didn’t, you’re being crazy!
if this wasn’t clear, this is a joke.
*Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats, and rats make me crazy.*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
The figure seems to speed up a little bit, getting closer.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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A figure appears in a remote flower field in a blessed stream of light, obscuring their celestial form. The light fades as the clouds roll back in, and reveals a stooped over, old man, their skin the colour of lavender and their hair white and wispy like smoke. Their robes are similar to that of a censer-bearers in a temple, and clamped over their mouth is a large copper grate, riddled with holes which produce swirling, misty incense. 'What a drag.' they mutter, as they take a great heave of air in, and with it, their celestial form, even though it has been altered for worldly usage, fades, the inhalation of breath drawing away the smoky residues about them to reveal the form of a younger man, only about 17. The disguised god then staggers through the field, pale pink fingers brushing the flowers and their petals as he goes. He hums to himself and says 'Time to start over...'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Among the streets of the city rests a man among gods, and yet a god among man, towering above all in moral conduct, in character, in physique, and in attitude. He does not appear special, an immaculately tanned man in a purple shirt and sharp black sunglasses that match his black baggy pants. He has a necklace around his neck, the silver locket on it closed. He just finished a workout from what can be seen by the sweat on him, and is chillin’ at a coffee place after, charming with a personality that could infect anyone. He’s the Demi god of Bros, friend to all dudes and dudettes.
*sorry I was gone, I'm back now tho*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
This looks so darn cool, I will make a char, is there a char limit?
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
[No character limits at all, though it's only early days so I can't see you needing more then two or three at most right now!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
A young teen awkwardly slinks over, collapsing into a seat next to him, and leans forward. He smells strongly of floral scents, lavender and roses, vanilla and myrrh, though appears as a regular, dark haired boy in casual clothes. He mopingly says 'Hey...dude, you umm...you reek.' He's slumped onto the table, and says this with little tact or remorse, until eventually realising what his words sound like, straightening up and hurriedly saying 'Oh, I mean umm...you uhh, don't smell the best. I think it's the sweat. Would you mind if I freshen you up a bit? I've got a sensitive nose, and I could sense your aura from miles away.'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
He quickly dishes up a bowl of whatever was in the pot, some sort of stew, and produces a pumpkin pie. Once the figure gets close enough, he offers it to them.
A strange specter-like creature floats through the air. Its outlines are black and dark gray. It wears a black helmet that seems to weigh it down and pain it.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)