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@Omi the Counselor What do you think of the earth god-teens idea?

Yeah, there isn't a needed name "Domain" doesn't mean what they physically rule over- what concept are they representing? Fire? War? Time? Ect. Ect. Don't specify the terrain or species of you realm because they don't exist yet, and you don't know what's going to happen. As for the species themselves- assuming they are weak to the element opposing to them (Water and fire, air to earth) then I'd say about 21p each. But please refrain from requesting prices for anything else before the game starts. TO EVERYONE ELSE: I'm closing entering people after 24 hours pass on the original topic- I don't want to exclude anyone just because they were asleep or preoccupied with something else, but I also really don't want too many people.

Hey guys, thanks for joining! I'm liking the gods so far. Anyway, here is the base map we are using:

The humans were a baseline. Depending on how powerful they are, they will be more or less expensive. Er... Yeeees. With a big asterisk. Don't be a jerk, obviously, and I'll probably make it like double cost to destroy something a god just made. Yes. I will be maintaining a map. I'm not the best, however, and if anyone wants to contribute feel free. Cities are an assumed part of a race, (unless you are nomadic or something) but yes, you can raise a home base. No.

Woo! First topic! Anyway, this is is going to a game that's less RP-focused (Though there still will be a lot of it!) and be a lot more like a board game. I got the idea for this after reading the The Silmarillion and wanting to simulate the sort of godly intrigue that occurred in that book- so I made some basic rules and I played with some friends, and we had a good amount of fun! The concept is that you are a god- and, along with other gods (both good and evil) you create a world, it's landmarks, and you build up your favored race and set them off to war with the other god's favored races, creating a grand history of a legendary world with monsters and great heroes. The best part? It's almost completely free what you want to do. Want to create a giant worm-monster that breathes fire and sweats poison? Go for it! Want a magical race of immortal shapeshifters to rule over a horde of sniveling goblins? Absolutely! Want to send a great plague to your enemies? Sure! The possibilities are infinite. Here are the rules:

Infinite stores is stupid for an feurchemist- infinite weight, speed, heat, thought, ect. ect. Aon Dor is a little lame compared to the others. Infinite metals I can see working, since there's a limited rate at which you can burn them anyway. Maybe this whole thing needs to go the other way around- a group of teens from Earth dropped into a plot-heavy situation with each getting a different Investiture, along with a single uninvested scholar of magic. They could be godlike, or they could just be like any other new investiture user. Ooh the more I think about it the more I like the god-teen idea

Ahh! Wait for me! Dibs on... Aon Dor, I guess? I'm assuming the distance restriction doesn't apply here. EDIT: Also, we're going to need a bigger opponent than Odium for a large group of godlike adventurers. I'm not so certain how this will work- like, how does "infinite power" apply to things like Aon Dor or Aviar? There needs to be some limits, for sure.

I will write all the time I'm technically lying, because I'm a huge procrastinator But I have to take this oath to join the guild, so... I will write all the time Or try to, anyways *waves hand* amen? I call being the secretary of War! ... We are going to war with those filthy sci-fi writers, right? In regards to my works, I have a so-so fantasy short story I wrote a while ago that I'll post here. I'm going to improve it a little before then, though.

Having seemed to calm down, Qavixsu decides to not test his limits in the middle of a battle- he looks at his hammer. Sure, it's meant for Cracking- but he had been trained to use it as a melee weapon in case of an emergency. He dashes back into the fray.

Rakushta watches from the back of the room- he didn't dare throw his explosives, and he doubted anyone would listen if he said to stand back. So he just stood back and watched the fun.

"Well I'm the one with the explosives! I'm also not good with kids, especially ones that can paint giant death monsters."

@kenod Through the streets of Strathcona, things that should not be stalk. Around these five figures people hide- huddling in their homes and in their alleys, hoping and begging that these terrible things are not here for them, and that they neither attempt to kill them or turn them into another one of these abominations. Luckily for them, they are not the targets today. They exit the neighborhood- it won't matter if they avoid them now. Very soon, they will all join Depravity, becoming part of his web of horror. They go straight through Queen Elizabeth Park, ignoring the road that snakes through it. The trees and grass themselves seems to recoil at their presence- suddenly, the five grotesque figures begin to speed up, going from a casual jog to a faster run- and by the time they reach the Walter Dale bridge, they have reached a dash. The soldiers guarding the bridge barely have time to raise their guns and fire a single shot off before the terrible things slam into the lines. Only four hit their targets- two hit one in the stomach and shoulder, and the other two hit two others in the leg and the neck. None of them so much as flinch- they barrel into the guards, tearing into them. They beat and hack and punch at them, and each does far more damage than a normal human due to their increased strength. The skirmish only lasts for about three minutes- at the end of it all, the abominations slink away before any reinforcements- Epic or otherwise- can arrive. On the enemy side, three are dead and another four are injured. Meanwhile, not a single abomination died- though some got quite peppered with bullets. This is just the beginning, however.

He sighs in relief. "Alright, then. Where do you live? I'll escort you there."

Almost immediately, Rakushta throws the explosives in his hand and prepares to pull a second out of his pack.

"I'll help you- I'm the one with explosives, remember?"

"If you cannot see, we a little busy right now- so shut up and help us figure out what is wrong in this village!"

He nods his head, but he seems distracted by the previous problem. "Perhaps this need was implanted somehow? Was the soul somehow damaged without the body being touched? I need more time and experts!" But his condition seemed pretty serious and immediate- he wasn't sure if he could put this off. "Look, can we just wait a night or two? Can you restrain your need for now? I need to think. And I can't do it properly here."

After the miserable attempt to fight the possessed, Qavisxu seems to be panicking just a little, having gotten behind the other members of their little party. Why was that so weak? And the pane of reality so strong! What is wrong with this place? After a couple of moments of this, he notices the dark tendril entering Rekaerb- it didn't seem to be coming from any of our other team members- It must be the enemy, doing to them whatever they did to those people. After a moment of hesitation, Qavisxu dashes forward and tackles the corrupted Rekaerb from behind.

"Oh, come on! I liked these clothes!" he sighs, but focusing on the more important thing, he says "Look, kid, where is this mother of yours?"

"Same reason as you, young man." She takes another shot. "What, do you think I came all this way for a drink? Ha!"

"Hehe- luckily for the stocks of this establishment, I live far from here. This was an... odd trip for me." She takes her third shot.

She takes a shot as well, and looking right back, you can see an ancient wisdom in those eyes... in addition to a mischievous glint. "You may be in luck, young man, but we have to see..." She waits for you to take your turn.

Mumbling to himself, Rakushta says "Why is it always a kid? It could of been a horrible pulsating monster, but nooooo, it's a child..." He grips his explosive tighter and decides to let Chrysler manage this.

Advancing further into the village, Qavisxu spots one of the strange people- perfectly still, perfectly calm about the burning town around them. Walking up to one of them, he says "What happened here?" Silence. Except... no. He's whispering something. He grabs it on the shoulder. Suddenly, it lashes out at him- leaping back, he swings his hammer, and oddly it seems to impact a solid surface in the air- a small glowing crack seems to appear in the air, and a disappointingly small puff of air hits the thing's face- meanwhile, Qav stumbles backwards, a surprised look on his face.