"The place you would be thinking of is more of just a place where our true forms to reside. The physical forms you see are just avatars. They can die and to come back within a couple days, but our true forms cannot be destroyed. I just often spend existence in-between timelines. As a result I don't have the best sense of time which is kind of ironic." He chuckled "but outside of the timelines, time doesn't exist really in the same way so I can't really affect much, it's one of the few places I can be without having to hold back my abilities"
She tilts her head to the side. “Not sure I understand that, but alright. So… uh… what brings ya here?”
"Interest" he says simply. "This specific place had been barren for a long time, so I was interested when I felt the timeline moving. And what particularly don't you understand? Perhaps I can describe better"
“Nah, it’s no big deal. People have told me I’m not the best at understanding things, and I’m fine by that. I just want to be able to help people.”
"If that's how you feel then okay. But as I said, if you tell me what you didn't understand I can try to describe it better. I'm not used to existing around mortals who don't know much" he shrugs.
“It’s good, it’s good. So uh… what do you gods normally talk about?”
*so I kind of want to make a god that is like sealed inside of a weapon, but I also was wondering if anyone would want to play basically a mortal who had said weapon (IDK if this seems really similar to the one who is killing death right now, but I thought it'd be cool thing to have a actually sentient God either sealed inside of or literally being a weapon and then a mortal is kind of their only way of real transport so they kind of just help them and give them some abilities so that they don't like to die immediately)*
*oooh that’d be cool! I think we can definitely eventually have positions that need filling like that for the thread. I’d maybe be interested, but I’ve got a TON of characters, so if anyone else is interested, I’ll let them take the mortal.*
She raises the spear above him, ready to plunge it in.
"Let me guess. You're necessary"
“I’m required. Even getting rid of me won’t help. Death is required for life. That’s how I know your whole… thing will be in vain.”
"Hollow words from a hollow god"
She plunges the spear down
*Id like him to leave a body, if that's okay with you*
His body falls to the ground, lifeless.
She drags the body back to her lean-to. She's not quite sure why, but she knows it's important. The golden ichor dripping from the spear blooms a new kind of flower. A deathbud. The last creation of the reaper. The body of Cenos is laid to rest outside the garden of unreality. It does not come back.
*That alright?*
*Also, do I get anything? Followers, creation points? Im just wondering*
She raises the spear above him, ready to plunge it in.
"Let me guess. You're necessary"
“I’m required. Even getting rid of me won’t help. Death is required for life. That’s how I know your whole… thing will be in vain.”
"Hollow words from a hollow god"
She plunges the spear down
*Id like him to leave a body, if that's okay with you*
His body falls to the ground, lifeless.
She drags the body back to her lean-to. She's not quite sure why, but she knows it's important. The golden ichor dripping from the spear blooms a new kind of flower. A deathbud. The last creation of the reaper. The body of Cenos is laid to rest outside the garden of unreality. It does not come back.
*That alright?*
*Also, do I get anything? Followers, creation points? Im just wondering*
*you can roll your creation dice if you’d like :)*
She raises the spear above him, ready to plunge it in.
"Let me guess. You're necessary"
“I’m required. Even getting rid of me won’t help. Death is required for life. That’s how I know your whole… thing will be in vain.”
"Hollow words from a hollow god"
She plunges the spear down
*Id like him to leave a body, if that's okay with you*
His body falls to the ground, lifeless.
She drags the body back to her lean-to. She's not quite sure why, but she knows it's important. The golden ichor dripping from the spear blooms a new kind of flower. A deathbud. The last creation of the reaper. The body of Cenos is laid to rest outside the garden of unreality. It does not come back.
*That alright?*
*Also, do I get anything? Followers, creation points? Im just wondering*
*you can roll your creation dice if you’d like :)*
"The place you would be thinking of is more of just a place where our true forms to reside. The physical forms you see are just avatars. They can die and to come back within a couple days, but our true forms cannot be destroyed. I just often spend existence in-between timelines. As a result I don't have the best sense of time which is kind of ironic." He chuckled "but outside of the timelines, time doesn't exist really in the same way so I can't really affect much, it's one of the few places I can be without having to hold back my abilities"
She tilts her head to the side. “Not sure I understand that, but alright. So… uh… what brings ya here?”
"Interest" he says simply. "This specific place had been barren for a long time, so I was interested when I felt the timeline moving. And what particularly don't you understand? Perhaps I can describe better"
“Nah, it’s no big deal. People have told me I’m not the best at understanding things, and I’m fine by that. I just want to be able to help people.”
"If that's how you feel then okay. But as I said, if you tell me what you didn't understand I can try to describe it better. I'm not used to existing around mortals who don't know much" he shrugs.
“It’s good, it’s good. So uh… what do you gods normally talk about?”
"Depends on what God we are. Soms talk about alliances, others talk about who they're fighting, what they're doing with their followers, ect. I personally don't see a point in fighting or anything else when everything will eventually crumble to dust. After all..." The ticking of his clocks stop, and the area around him ages and dies, leaving a barren circle of land, as his one remaining eye glows "nothing can stop the ticking of time" The ticking of his clocks resume, and the land grows back
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"The place you would be thinking of is more of just a place where our true forms to reside. The physical forms you see are just avatars. They can die and to come back within a couple days, but our true forms cannot be destroyed. I just often spend existence in-between timelines. As a result I don't have the best sense of time which is kind of ironic." He chuckled "but outside of the timelines, time doesn't exist really in the same way so I can't really affect much, it's one of the few places I can be without having to hold back my abilities"
She tilts her head to the side. “Not sure I understand that, but alright. So… uh… what brings ya here?”
"Interest" he says simply. "This specific place had been barren for a long time, so I was interested when I felt the timeline moving. And what particularly don't you understand? Perhaps I can describe better"
“Nah, it’s no big deal. People have told me I’m not the best at understanding things, and I’m fine by that. I just want to be able to help people.”
"If that's how you feel then okay. But as I said, if you tell me what you didn't understand I can try to describe it better. I'm not used to existing around mortals who don't know much" he shrugs.
“It’s good, it’s good. So uh… what do you gods normally talk about?”
"Depends on what God we are. Soms talk about alliances, others talk about who they're fighting, what they're doing with their followers, ect. I personally don't see a point in fighting or anything else when everything will eventually crumble to dust. After all..." The ticking of his clocks stop, and the area around him ages and dies, leaving a barren circle of land, as his one remaining eye glows "nothing can stop the ticking of time" The ticking of his clocks resume, and the land grows back
“What a performance! But that’s true. Huh. I guess we mortals are REALLY insignificant to you guys, then.”
"The place you would be thinking of is more of just a place where our true forms to reside. The physical forms you see are just avatars. They can die and to come back within a couple days, but our true forms cannot be destroyed. I just often spend existence in-between timelines. As a result I don't have the best sense of time which is kind of ironic." He chuckled "but outside of the timelines, time doesn't exist really in the same way so I can't really affect much, it's one of the few places I can be without having to hold back my abilities"
She tilts her head to the side. “Not sure I understand that, but alright. So… uh… what brings ya here?”
"Interest" he says simply. "This specific place had been barren for a long time, so I was interested when I felt the timeline moving. And what particularly don't you understand? Perhaps I can describe better"
“Nah, it’s no big deal. People have told me I’m not the best at understanding things, and I’m fine by that. I just want to be able to help people.”
"If that's how you feel then okay. But as I said, if you tell me what you didn't understand I can try to describe it better. I'm not used to existing around mortals who don't know much" he shrugs.
“It’s good, it’s good. So uh… what do you gods normally talk about?”
"Depends on what God we are. Soms talk about alliances, others talk about who they're fighting, what they're doing with their followers, ect. I personally don't see a point in fighting or anything else when everything will eventually crumble to dust. After all..." The ticking of his clocks stop, and the area around him ages and dies, leaving a barren circle of land, as his one remaining eye glows "nothing can stop the ticking of time" The ticking of his clocks resume, and the land grows back
“What a performance! But that’s true. Huh. I guess we mortals are REALLY insignificant to you guys, then.”
"To most gods, yes. I find mine more entertaining. Therefore I take them with me, and as a result they also do not age like most mortals do. They're probably somewhere in this world, I don't really keep much track of them unless they are in danger"
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“It’s good, it’s good. So uh… what do you gods normally talk about?”
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*The mortal who killed death will be such a cool title*
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“A little bit. To be honest, I’ve been a bit… preoccupied.”
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gods' vision
*oooh that’d be cool! I think we can definitely eventually have positions that need filling like that for the thread. I’d maybe be interested, but I’ve got a TON of characters, so if anyone else is interested, I’ll let them take the mortal.*
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gods' vision
"As have I, do you want to see the fruits of my labor?"
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She drags the body back to her lean-to. She's not quite sure why, but she knows it's important. The golden ichor dripping from the spear blooms a new kind of flower. A deathbud. The last creation of the reaper. The body of Cenos is laid to rest outside the garden of unreality. It does not come back.
*That alright?*
*Also, do I get anything? Followers, creation points? Im just wondering*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
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She/they
*does anyone have any ideas for characters heh, i love having a million of them*
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gods' vision
“That would be wonderful.”
he/they
gods' vision
*Don’t make me get out the spray bottle*
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*you can roll your creation dice if you’d like :)*
he/they
gods' vision
*NOOOOO NOT THE BOTTLE*
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gods' vision
*Tank uuuuu!*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
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"Come then,we have to travel far"
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"Depends on what God we are. Soms talk about alliances, others talk about who they're fighting, what they're doing with their followers, ect. I personally don't see a point in fighting or anything else when everything will eventually crumble to dust. After all..." The ticking of his clocks stop, and the area around him ages and dies, leaving a barren circle of land, as his one remaining eye glows "nothing can stop the ticking of time" The ticking of his clocks resume, and the land grows back
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*Good*
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“Perhaps we should take our godly forms over instead of walking. I can leave my followers here.”
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gods' vision
"Take a follower"
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“What a performance! But that’s true. Huh. I guess we mortals are REALLY insignificant to you guys, then.”
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gods' vision
“I can defend myself.”
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gods' vision
"To most gods, yes. I find mine more entertaining. Therefore I take them with me, and as a result they also do not age like most mortals do. They're probably somewhere in this world, I don't really keep much track of them unless they are in danger"
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FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED