Gods' Vision (God TTRPG Reset 2)

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*Think I'm mostly done. Here we go. Slight TW for icky*

In some spot of wasteland, a huge, serrated scythe is embedded in an old rotten tree trunk. Plants grow around it, forming a small, sickly green garden in the middle of the cold sands. The vines and flowers grope and bloom, before withering into husks and growing again anew, the cycle repeating over and over.
Sitting against the tree trunk is a huge, armoured entity. Horns sprout from the rusted, green-tinted steel. The entity's face is obscured by a helmet; from one eye socket oozes a sickly green pus that runs down the cold surface like a trail of tears. From the other sprouts a vibrant flower. Similar motifs are found all around the armour. Visions of horrific illness and darkly beautiful life are shown across the entity's ironclad form.
He- for that is what observers feel his gender to be, if a force of nature could have a gender-  looks up at the sky as if yearning for the heavens.

(Nurgul, Nature deity of Disease and Entropy)

 *I think he and Eden could be friends, but Eden doesn’t leave the wilds. I kind of want the wilds to be renamed to the Garden of Eden for funsies, heh.*

*sorry random details.* 

*wanna rp? You can see my deities in the god log. Which I need to update.*

 *I indeed do want to RP. I think an interaction with Reaper might be interesting, I feel they'd have some nice opposing opinions on death*

 *Jsyk this will be one of the last rps with reaper before his death, if that changes anything. I want Kather to kill him for like plot reasons and I don’t want to play him any more.* 

Reaper wanders through the lands, eventually noticing the area. He rushes closer. “Why hello there! What an interesting place!”

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Umbra floats towards the wilds, going close towards the ground to look through the thickets. She looks like she is searching for something.

 “What are you searching for, dear?” A voice echoes from behind the brambles, and yet she can’t see anything. The voice is feminine, sweet.

 Umbra glances around, looking for the voice before speaking ethereally. “What is this wood? Are you some kind of deity?”

 “I thought that was obvious. This is the Wilds. Considering that you haven’t gone mad, you must be a deity as well.” She pauses. “I am Eden, protector of the wilds.”

 “I am Umbra. I rule over the depths of the sea and the farthest reaches of the cosmos.” Umbra looks a little uncomfortable.

 “Oh dear, have I made you uncomfortable? I’m so sorry. Why don’t you come to the center? It’s much more… hospitable there.”

 “Are there fewer trees in the centre?” Umbra asks, gliding towards the voice. She whispers to herself, loud enough for Eden to hear “I can feel it. It isn’t here.”

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Umbra floats towards the wilds, going close towards the ground to look through the thickets. She looks like she is searching for something.

 “What are you searching for, dear?” A voice echoes from behind the brambles, and yet she can’t see anything. The voice is feminine, sweet.

 Umbra glances around, looking for the voice before speaking ethereally. “What is this wood? Are you some kind of deity?”

 “I thought that was obvious. This is the Wilds. Considering that you haven’t gone mad, you must be a deity as well.” She pauses. “I am Eden, protector of the wilds.”

 “I am Umbra. I rule over the depths of the sea and the farthest reaches of the cosmos.” Umbra looks a little uncomfortable.

 “Oh dear, have I made you uncomfortable? I’m so sorry. Why don’t you come to the center? It’s much more… hospitable there.”

 “Are there fewer trees in the centre?” Umbra asks, gliding towards the voice. She whispers to herself, loud enough for Eden to hear “I can feel it. It isn’t here.”

 “Maybe not fewer, but they’re nicer. Do you not like trees?”

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*Think I'm mostly done. Here we go. Slight TW for icky*

In some spot of wasteland, a huge, serrated scythe is embedded in an old rotten tree trunk. Plants grow around it, forming a small, sickly green garden in the middle of the cold sands. The vines and flowers grope and bloom, before withering into husks and growing again anew, the cycle repeating over and over.
Sitting against the tree trunk is a huge, armoured entity. Horns sprout from the rusted, green-tinted steel. The entity's face is obscured by a helmet; from one eye socket oozes a sickly green pus that runs down the cold surface like a trail of tears. From the other sprouts a vibrant flower. Similar motifs are found all around the armour. Visions of horrific illness and darkly beautiful life are shown across the entity's ironclad form.
He- for that is what observers feel his gender to be, if a force of nature could have a gender-  looks up at the sky as if yearning for the heavens.

(Nurgul, Nature deity of Disease and Entropy)

 *I think he and Eden could be friends, but Eden doesn’t leave the wilds. I kind of want the wilds to be renamed to the Garden of Eden for funsies, heh.*

*sorry random details.* 

*wanna rp? You can see my deities in the god log. Which I need to update.*

 *I indeed do want to RP. I think an interaction with Reaper might be interesting, I feel they'd have some nice opposing opinions on death*

 *Jsyk this will be one of the last rps with reaper before his death, if that changes anything. I want Kather to kill him for like plot reasons and I don’t want to play him any more.* 

Reaper wanders through the lands, eventually noticing the area. He rushes closer. “Why hello there! What an interesting place!”

 *K, feel as if this could be a nice plot point as well*

Nurgul turns his great head sluggishly. "Hello. I was just... reminiscing, and you've rather disturbed me. Pray, what is your name?" Nurgul seems to squint at Reaper, although how exactly he can see you can't tell.

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*Think I'm mostly done. Here we go. Slight TW for icky*

In some spot of wasteland, a huge, serrated scythe is embedded in an old rotten tree trunk. Plants grow around it, forming a small, sickly green garden in the middle of the cold sands. The vines and flowers grope and bloom, before withering into husks and growing again anew, the cycle repeating over and over.
Sitting against the tree trunk is a huge, armoured entity. Horns sprout from the rusted, green-tinted steel. The entity's face is obscured by a helmet; from one eye socket oozes a sickly green pus that runs down the cold surface like a trail of tears. From the other sprouts a vibrant flower. Similar motifs are found all around the armour. Visions of horrific illness and darkly beautiful life are shown across the entity's ironclad form.
He- for that is what observers feel his gender to be, if a force of nature could have a gender-  looks up at the sky as if yearning for the heavens.

(Nurgul, Nature deity of Disease and Entropy)

 *I think he and Eden could be friends, but Eden doesn’t leave the wilds. I kind of want the wilds to be renamed to the Garden of Eden for funsies, heh.*

*sorry random details.* 

*wanna rp? You can see my deities in the god log. Which I need to update.*

 *I indeed do want to RP. I think an interaction with Reaper might be interesting, I feel they'd have some nice opposing opinions on death*

 *Jsyk this will be one of the last rps with reaper before his death, if that changes anything. I want Kather to kill him for like plot reasons and I don’t want to play him any more.* 

Reaper wanders through the lands, eventually noticing the area. He rushes closer. “Why hello there! What an interesting place!”

 *K, feel as if this could be a nice plot point as well*

Nurgul turns his great head sluggishly. "Hello. I was just... reminiscing, and you've rather disturbed me. Pray, what is your name?" Nurgul seems to squint at Reaper, although how exactly he can see you can't tell.

 “I am Reaper. You’re quite an interesting person there! I assume you have something to do with disease? That’s quite… fun!“

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*Think I'm mostly done. Here we go. Slight TW for icky*

In some spot of wasteland, a huge, serrated scythe is embedded in an old rotten tree trunk. Plants grow around it, forming a small, sickly green garden in the middle of the cold sands. The vines and flowers grope and bloom, before withering into husks and growing again anew, the cycle repeating over and over.
Sitting against the tree trunk is a huge, armoured entity. Horns sprout from the rusted, green-tinted steel. The entity's face is obscured by a helmet; from one eye socket oozes a sickly green pus that runs down the cold surface like a trail of tears. From the other sprouts a vibrant flower. Similar motifs are found all around the armour. Visions of horrific illness and darkly beautiful life are shown across the entity's ironclad form.
He- for that is what observers feel his gender to be, if a force of nature could have a gender-  looks up at the sky as if yearning for the heavens.

(Nurgul, Nature deity of Disease and Entropy)

 *I think he and Eden could be friends, but Eden doesn’t leave the wilds. I kind of want the wilds to be renamed to the Garden of Eden for funsies, heh.*

*sorry random details.* 

*wanna rp? You can see my deities in the god log. Which I need to update.*

 *I indeed do want to RP. I think an interaction with Reaper might be interesting, I feel they'd have some nice opposing opinions on death*

 *Jsyk this will be one of the last rps with reaper before his death, if that changes anything. I want Kather to kill him for like plot reasons and I don’t want to play him any more.* 

Reaper wanders through the lands, eventually noticing the area. He rushes closer. “Why hello there! What an interesting place!”

 *K, feel as if this could be a nice plot point as well*

Nurgul turns his great head sluggishly. "Hello. I was just... reminiscing, and you've rather disturbed me. Pray, what is your name?" Nurgul seems to squint at Reaper, although how exactly he can see you can't tell.

 “I am Reaper. You’re quite an interesting person there! I assume you have something to do with disease? That’s quite… fun!“

 "No it's not." Nurgul mumbles. His voice is as sluggish as his movements are, and have an almost wet quality to them. Despite this, his voice is surprisingly relaxing to listen to. "Disease is a terrible thing. It is the worst form of death."

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Umbra floats towards the wilds, going close towards the ground to look through the thickets. She looks like she is searching for something.

 “What are you searching for, dear?” A voice echoes from behind the brambles, and yet she can’t see anything. The voice is feminine, sweet.

 Umbra glances around, looking for the voice before speaking ethereally. “What is this wood? Are you some kind of deity?”

 “I thought that was obvious. This is the Wilds. Considering that you haven’t gone mad, you must be a deity as well.” She pauses. “I am Eden, protector of the wilds.”

 “I am Umbra. I rule over the depths of the sea and the farthest reaches of the cosmos.” Umbra looks a little uncomfortable.

 “Oh dear, have I made you uncomfortable? I’m so sorry. Why don’t you come to the center? It’s much more… hospitable there.”

 “Are there fewer trees in the centre?” Umbra asks, gliding towards the voice. She whispers to herself, loud enough for Eden to hear “I can feel it. It isn’t here.”

 “Maybe not fewer, but they’re nicer. Do you not like trees?”

 Umbra shakes her head. “I prefer open spaces. The cosmos is an expanse so great you will rarely ever run into others, unless you intend to.” She looks a little worried but still continues following Eden’s voice. “I must place my trust in fate though. Why else would I be here now?”

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*Think I'm mostly done. Here we go. Slight TW for icky*

In some spot of wasteland, a huge, serrated scythe is embedded in an old rotten tree trunk. Plants grow around it, forming a small, sickly green garden in the middle of the cold sands. The vines and flowers grope and bloom, before withering into husks and growing again anew, the cycle repeating over and over.
Sitting against the tree trunk is a huge, armoured entity. Horns sprout from the rusted, green-tinted steel. The entity's face is obscured by a helmet; from one eye socket oozes a sickly green pus that runs down the cold surface like a trail of tears. From the other sprouts a vibrant flower. Similar motifs are found all around the armour. Visions of horrific illness and darkly beautiful life are shown across the entity's ironclad form.
He- for that is what observers feel his gender to be, if a force of nature could have a gender-  looks up at the sky as if yearning for the heavens.

(Nurgul, Nature deity of Disease and Entropy)

 *I think he and Eden could be friends, but Eden doesn’t leave the wilds. I kind of want the wilds to be renamed to the Garden of Eden for funsies, heh.*

*sorry random details.* 

*wanna rp? You can see my deities in the god log. Which I need to update.*

 *I indeed do want to RP. I think an interaction with Reaper might be interesting, I feel they'd have some nice opposing opinions on death*

 *Jsyk this will be one of the last rps with reaper before his death, if that changes anything. I want Kather to kill him for like plot reasons and I don’t want to play him any more.* 

Reaper wanders through the lands, eventually noticing the area. He rushes closer. “Why hello there! What an interesting place!”

 *K, feel as if this could be a nice plot point as well*

Nurgul turns his great head sluggishly. "Hello. I was just... reminiscing, and you've rather disturbed me. Pray, what is your name?" Nurgul seems to squint at Reaper, although how exactly he can see you can't tell.

 “I am Reaper. You’re quite an interesting person there! I assume you have something to do with disease? That’s quite… fun!“

 "No it's not." Nurgul mumbles. His voice is as sluggish as his movements are, and have an almost wet quality to them. Despite this, his voice is surprisingly relaxing to listen to. "Disease is a terrible thing. It is the worst form of death."

 “True, but isn’t that what makes things interesting? Having your life suddenly cut short.”

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Umbra floats towards the wilds, going close towards the ground to look through the thickets. She looks like she is searching for something.

 “What are you searching for, dear?” A voice echoes from behind the brambles, and yet she can’t see anything. The voice is feminine, sweet.

 Umbra glances around, looking for the voice before speaking ethereally. “What is this wood? Are you some kind of deity?”

 “I thought that was obvious. This is the Wilds. Considering that you haven’t gone mad, you must be a deity as well.” She pauses. “I am Eden, protector of the wilds.”

 “I am Umbra. I rule over the depths of the sea and the farthest reaches of the cosmos.” Umbra looks a little uncomfortable.

 “Oh dear, have I made you uncomfortable? I’m so sorry. Why don’t you come to the center? It’s much more… hospitable there.”

 “Are there fewer trees in the centre?” Umbra asks, gliding towards the voice. She whispers to herself, loud enough for Eden to hear “I can feel it. It isn’t here.”

 “Maybe not fewer, but they’re nicer. Do you not like trees?”

 Umbra shakes her head. “I prefer open spaces. The cosmos is an expanse so great you will rarely ever run into others, unless you intend to.” She looks a little worried but still continues following Eden’s voice. “I must place my trust in fate though. Why else would I be here now?”

 “Fate is a strange thing that I don’t quite believe in. Here.” A force pushes away the brambles in front of her, revealing a small clearing with a few less ominous looking trees.

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*Think I'm mostly done. Here we go. Slight TW for icky*

In some spot of wasteland, a huge, serrated scythe is embedded in an old rotten tree trunk. Plants grow around it, forming a small, sickly green garden in the middle of the cold sands. The vines and flowers grope and bloom, before withering into husks and growing again anew, the cycle repeating over and over.
Sitting against the tree trunk is a huge, armoured entity. Horns sprout from the rusted, green-tinted steel. The entity's face is obscured by a helmet; from one eye socket oozes a sickly green pus that runs down the cold surface like a trail of tears. From the other sprouts a vibrant flower. Similar motifs are found all around the armour. Visions of horrific illness and darkly beautiful life are shown across the entity's ironclad form.
He- for that is what observers feel his gender to be, if a force of nature could have a gender-  looks up at the sky as if yearning for the heavens.

(Nurgul, Nature deity of Disease and Entropy)

 *I think he and Eden could be friends, but Eden doesn’t leave the wilds. I kind of want the wilds to be renamed to the Garden of Eden for funsies, heh.*

*sorry random details.* 

*wanna rp? You can see my deities in the god log. Which I need to update.*

 *I indeed do want to RP. I think an interaction with Reaper might be interesting, I feel they'd have some nice opposing opinions on death*

 *Jsyk this will be one of the last rps with reaper before his death, if that changes anything. I want Kather to kill him for like plot reasons and I don’t want to play him any more.* 

Reaper wanders through the lands, eventually noticing the area. He rushes closer. “Why hello there! What an interesting place!”

 *K, feel as if this could be a nice plot point as well*

Nurgul turns his great head sluggishly. "Hello. I was just... reminiscing, and you've rather disturbed me. Pray, what is your name?" Nurgul seems to squint at Reaper, although how exactly he can see you can't tell.

 “I am Reaper. You’re quite an interesting person there! I assume you have something to do with disease? That’s quite… fun!“

 "No it's not." Nurgul mumbles. His voice is as sluggish as his movements are, and have an almost wet quality to them. Despite this, his voice is surprisingly relaxing to listen to. "Disease is a terrible thing. It is the worst form of death."

 “True, but isn’t that what makes things interesting? Having your life suddenly cut short.”

 "Interesting?" Nurgul rumbles. "I would not call it... interesting. It as end to facilitate a new beginning, the grief before the jubilation." Nurgul pushes himself up, towering high above Reaper (assuming here that Reaper is less than Huge). 

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Umbra floats towards the wilds, going close towards the ground to look through the thickets. She looks like she is searching for something.

 “What are you searching for, dear?” A voice echoes from behind the brambles, and yet she can’t see anything. The voice is feminine, sweet.

 Umbra glances around, looking for the voice before speaking ethereally. “What is this wood? Are you some kind of deity?”

 “I thought that was obvious. This is the Wilds. Considering that you haven’t gone mad, you must be a deity as well.” She pauses. “I am Eden, protector of the wilds.”

 “I am Umbra. I rule over the depths of the sea and the farthest reaches of the cosmos.” Umbra looks a little uncomfortable.

 “Oh dear, have I made you uncomfortable? I’m so sorry. Why don’t you come to the center? It’s much more… hospitable there.”

 “Are there fewer trees in the centre?” Umbra asks, gliding towards the voice. She whispers to herself, loud enough for Eden to hear “I can feel it. It isn’t here.”

 “Maybe not fewer, but they’re nicer. Do you not like trees?”

 Umbra shakes her head. “I prefer open spaces. The cosmos is an expanse so great you will rarely ever run into others, unless you intend to.” She looks a little worried but still continues following Eden’s voice. “I must place my trust in fate though. Why else would I be here now?”

 “Fate is a strange thing that I don’t quite believe in. Here.” A force pushes away the brambles in front of her, revealing a small clearing with a few less ominous looking trees.

 Umbra reaches out a hand and touches one of the trees, closing her eyes as she does so. “Interesting. I would not be as strong as I am today without fate. I Have…. Visions that lead me along the right path. In fact, a vision led me here.” She pauses, wondering how much to say. “I saw a dark, enclosed space, and I knew my friend would be there. Your wood fit what I saw, but now I see it is too bright in here.”

*hello! anyone wanna RP?*

*hihi! I’m open for rp :)*