Mrs. Voidus

haha any creature should be fine.The Animal God's people have (at the begining) limited power over the animals and they will do as told, and late time many can be controlled quickly or a few for a long time. So if you wanted to play as an animal it might be easier to play as one from around the tribe's area. As I think the animals in world behave just like regular animals on Earth. For fun's sake, I'm not saying no to a race of intelligent microcaptors because that could be really cool.

"Care to join?" Yorrick asked. Throwing his head back, Stitch laughed loudly for several minutes as though it were the funniest thing that had ever been said. He clasped his chest as he struggled for breath between howls and then wiped a tear from his eyes, chuckled a little more then made no noise at all, his face dead pan and his eyes dull and mirthless. "let's go." He said, mentally commanding Jerry The Prototype to sweep its cloak out dramatically and begin walking away. The threesome wove through the streets heading toward the church district with Yorrick juggling some skulls he had taken out in the midsts of Stitches outburst in obvious boredom. "So," Stitch began. "You see any of the layd-eez? These epic women sure do beat the vanillas back at the office. Do you remember Janice?" "Janice?" Said Yorrick. "Was she the one that was always at the photocopier, regardless of the time of day, and no one knew what her job was?" "Yep. She and I got acquainted one year at the Christmas party, if you know what I'm saying. Did the old, Copy and Paste. The Pen Lid Boogey. The Papier-mache, the - " "You made everything about that story up." Yorrick interrupted. "Including those euphemisms. The Pen Lid Boogey? A pen lid can't dance, and neither can you, with trousers or not." "HA!" Shouted Stitch. "Shows what you know!" He chortled as his breast pocket peeled from his jacket and fell to the ground with three pens while their lids jiggled merrily along a fine blue thread in mid air, like the dullest fairy lights in existence. Yorrick gave no reaction. "But yeah, Janice was not exactly the brightest bulb in the street-light." Stitch continued merrily. "there is only one bulb in a street-light." "Exactly!" Stitch exclaimed without any further explanation. "Anyway, these epic women are nothing like that. Three guesses the dumb ones are just cronies or dead. I got talking to this one epic, she called herself the Cat-terpreter, said she could talk to cats. I don't know if it was true, but our conversation sure was animated. HA! Get it? Animated?" Stitch began laughing again and stopped walking to do so more thoroughly. Yorrick gave no reaction. "Ah come on man, ANIMATED!" Yorrick stopped walking and sighed. "Shouting it out doesn't make it make sense." "A-NI-MA-TED!" Stitch annunciated deliberately. "Nope." Said Yorrick. "Well, Jerry here thought it was funny." Said Stitch in a mock hurt tone, indicating his corpse soldier who was rolling about on the floor and opening and closing its mouth in silent laughter, tearing bits of its skin in the process.

Sure, I like that one. especially if you used it in conjunction with torture or tricking people into saying things. Cool Idea Edge.

Sure thing. Ok, well technically rhythm people would have difficulty against those who use/ can manipulate light or sound, as those things function through constant patterns which can be read as a rhythm. And in a battle type scenario, a rhythm soldier MIGHT be able to stop the heart beats of a person from the blood tribe, but that tribe might not die from it, as they can control their own blood and can keep it flowing. However, just because everyone has magic does not mean that they all know how to use it to the best of their abilities. The Gods do commune this information to the people but people are more creative/ violent and it is the priests who the Gods commune with. So a rhythm soldier might be able to kill a few children or workers from the blood tribe (as people still need to eat and someone has to get food and does not therefore have time to train as a priest or soldier) but probably not the preists or soldiers. Does that make sense? The scene would be in your full power and you can kill whomever you want of course, you just might have to think of some different attacks. Law... hmmm. Well I don't know how these could be used, but concepts in reality which are similar to law are justice, punishment, order/ chaos. I don't know about limitations for that one, sorry! But boy am I curious to know what powers you have up your sleeve. I should probably say that having power over law, doesn't allow domination over the laws of physics as the Gods would not have 1. allowed the humans so much power, and 2. been so stupid to let the humans have any chance of destroying the universe by accident. Hope that doesn't put any dents in your character creation.

Yes. Though characters whose Gods share similar existence are harder to control. I don't know if I will use them in book, but for the RP, go for it!

I like the way you think! Logically I would go with, dead forever. Their soul was made from the first God, who does not exist. There would also be a possible (but I'm only thinking of it now) effect that if their God has no followers and dies, then the person who has converted would become a mindless husk, because following the worlds laws of life an reanimation, the soul is linked to controlled action, and the soul is a direct gift from a God. And if the God no longer exists, then it can not be represented. Bonus for late game play, those children who come from two tribes (ie. a parent from each tribe) would have the innate ability to use both magical abilities. Though these would be weaker that if they only had one power, as the body can only hold so much. (again, cleverness can overcome this limitation). BUT if the guy who converted had a kid with a woman from a new tribe, and the God died that child would also no longer be able to function because half of its soul is corrupted.

Yes, though they do not gain that tribes powers. And not many tribes would take someone in. And, while your character might (which would be A OK), as there are real God, and they communicate with their people, conversions would also be very uncommon. So go right ahead, but that is just some food for thought as to how everyone else in world would react.

Ooooh I like it haha. Though range may be something we need to have a little chattet about. No. No new Gods can be created just by worshipping a thing. Wording is careful there for a reason SUBTLE HHHHIIIIINNNNNNT. Life God did not exist before more senior Gods decided to make life, she is a byproduct as well as reason for peoples' existence. She is harder to kill because as we all know plants are alive as are animals so those groups would also have to be killed. She is simultaneously, for this reason very very powerful but also hated.

Yes. But a hundred is more of a genetic bottle neck so there would be some problems, and who knows, this could lead to a tribes downfall if they are unfortunate but not instant death over a generation or two. But as all people were created by the Gods, they were created without these sorts of issues. Environmental influences can happen, and definitely over time this inbreeding would become a problem, but by the time it does, I sort of figured that that was when most tribes were dead (and things happen) so inter tribal mingling became encouraged to promote peace. Though you are right in that some tribes would die out because mutation in cells can happen, and so over time, diseases that can be passed on might develop but that would/ could happen over a long time, and by then only one branch of the tribe would have it, not all, so that branch would die out and some of the others would not. To be honest there is only a span of a couple of thousand years of existence before intermingling and those tribes which had genetic problems would be dead and could not pass on these problems to the new groups

I would also lean towards mid-early but we will see what the majority wants. Life to the dead as far as I have thought about it is that the priests and priestesses ask the God of Life to reanimate the bodies of the dead, which can be controlled by those priests (hereafter meaning both gendered) but it has no working mind or intelligence as that is in this world to do with the soul, and the soul has passed onto another person already. A new soul can not be put into a dead body, only movement. The strength of the body depends partly on the amount of muscle left on the bones, and partly on the amount of power the God can grant to the priest controlling the body. Absolutely rhythm would be possible, I would very much like to see that. To clear something else up, while the Gods made people in their own images, the prototype as it were remains constant, as we humans need to be the way we are (mostly) just to survive on Earth, so it is on this made up planet. And as the Gods have no physical bodies, image here means power, personality, essence and so on.

I will add, Magic is not always simply "boom - fireball out of the hands". It can be used by asking the God to direct their power into something, such as Life into the dead or a tree ( which would look like the work of the Nature God but without any control over the living tree). This is a bit of a fiddly bit right now as I and Voidus are very nit-picky and don't want to have something that doesn't work. Moon God (my favourite) becomes the controlling God of many things which are influenced by the moon, (which you can see leads to conflict with Water God who controls the ocean) he also is the patron God of knowledge and Astrology (which is a legit thing in world). SO that tribes magic is more about prediction and prevention, traps etc than brute strength powers like Fire or Earth. In this way, some Gods will favour and maybe work through the most devout or clever priest/ priestess OR it might go through the strongest/ kindest/ sneakiest etc.

Vote counted haha. But at this point it should be noted that inter-tribal marriages did not happen until late game.

Yes, because otherwise there would elements of sabotage. There is "cross breeding" for lack of a better description once the final 3 alliances are made, but not before. What an interesting question. Some tribes might. But he may choose to hide who he is through acting differently and avoiding saying or doing things his old self did. It would be very difficult for the other tribespeople to know who he was otherwise. Other tribes might have ethical or statistical issues with killing a memeber of his own. Eg. Nighthoundesk man/ woman breeds very healthy and numerous babies, or he is a tool bag but generally makes his tribe stronger and is awesome at taking out the competition. Also, if he represents qualities the God of his people like, his God might protect him or give him infinite re-incarnations.... But thats for me to decide

Sort of like a great General who is heard but not seen.

Minds but no body. Their will can be expressed to humans, and they can act through humans, but they have no body.

The books are based throughout the whole time, but focusing on the final 10 or so tribes of each continent, because it ends with the Gods protecting their own existence by taking away their people's powers and memories from re-incarnation. This could be cool at any point, depending on what the majority think. I suppose I could divide it into three choices, early time with very very open choices on what your powers are but you would have to be more creative with how you use them as they are low power. 2nd option, mid game, with say a hundred villages much stronger power and range or 3rd option, player's people die off and we skip ahead in time at agreed points to see what repercussions this brings. Up for debate as of now

No worries, thanks anyway for your contribution. That depends of what you mean by present day. In my mind this whole RP is in the past as its a prequel, so do you mean at the end of it, or the beginning?

Yeppers! There are ways of crossing this boundary if you wished. The animals are pretty closely related to existing animals with some pre-historic ones thrown in there... Pterosaurs are both wild and tamed (and trainable if you catch my drift) depending on where you live. The battles would - if we chose an earlier timeline - consist of same continent skirmishes as it would be pretty unlikely that a tribe would risk everything and move continents or even have the time to scout. If it all happens later, then cross continental battles may happen, so long as the 9 gods stay alive.

All of them... mwa ha ha Hey guys, thanks for the interest! The info and questions thread is up, under the name Paidiá. All questions and ideas are welcome

The following is the information and discussion thread for what I hope will become a fun role play set in the world of the fantasy novels I am working on. Paidiá is a world divided into three continents with the majority of these having the climate and wildlife of the Mediteranian. There is no map as yet so players will have a heck of a lot of freedom with descriptions. The premise in essence is that Gods do exist in a complicated hierarchy and they have their own creations such as types of plants, bodies of water, death, dirt, and human concepts ie love. Pretty much anything you can think of, there was a god for it. Each God also made a tribe of people who were reflections of their God and had some powers over their relative God's domain. The people did not live in peace at any time, as the Gods themselves were fickle and fought with each other (basically think of any story of Egyptian or Greek pantheons) to try to assert dominance over one another. The Gods gave their people reincarnation, in which all their memories and knowledge of skills were retained after death. But this re-birth cycle was limited to 5 lives so that the people would not someday compete with the Gods. However, the Gods did not want all people from other tribes to die, because when no one remains of a tribe, the God dies with it and its power or essence or whatever is released and strengthens the remaining gods of that type. (For an example, the God of the Rhine river dies, the God and people of the neighbouring river had greater strength of control over all water then before.) This is also because the people no longer have to fight for the resource and can focus on breeding and building up their little village. The people grew smarter with the way they used their powers as weapons and over time there came to be only 9 Gods left (as yet un-named); Moon, life, animals, fire, water, minerals, air, sun, and nature. There were appointed great generals who could directly commune with the gods. In this RP there will be no ridiculously op powers such as being able to blow up a whole city but I am sticking in the novels to what seems to be Brandon's deal of set rules about the magic and if you want to be clever and be op by manipulating the world within the logical confines of the rules, go nuts. In the blowing up a city scenario, you might have control over fire in a limited range because there is as yet only a small number of people in their tribe and so the Gods' power is not as large as if two tribes worshipped him. In other words a God's power is equal to the number of people who worship it, which explains the God death. So a limited fire user could either torch some woven baskets and start a house fire, or collaborate with another tribe to discover a natural gas pool under a city and set that on fire, to blow up everything. There are alliances that can be made, and pretty much no limit to who you can play (Gods are ok, I would be interested in what you could do with that) or what powers you have, just talk about it with me first to check that it fits in world. (Voidus can also be asked, as he has heard way more about it than he probably wanted to haha) I know that is a lot of info (I'm not sure I summed it up very well) so I can answer any questions at all, as I have probably missed heaps of info. But the spirit of this thing is, I hope, a sandbox with cheats mode on - so long as you don't break the game... which is why I would appreciate a quick heads up from you first. Have Fun!!!! Also, we can all work out the time this is set before starting. Beginning at very small tribes and a squillion Gods, to 16 or so and larger towns.

Nyyn panted heavily.and wiped a pasty mess of her sweat and others' blood from her brow. Strangely she had not been harmed beyond a bruised elbow where a rock had fallen free in the chaos, and a scratched cheek from something or other. "Kill the mage," Sulen said. "If she dies the gate will close!" Grunting in agreeance, Nynn sheathed her longsword, now blunted from so many scamp hides. Their reluctance to attack her was unnerving. The tales and books had fostered Nynn's dedication to Malacath but they had not prepared her for this behaviour. It was time to send the beasts back to their plane, and kill this mage who had summoned minor daedra in the great Gods name. "If you were any sort of chosen, the great lord Malacath would have sent you Ogrim, instead you call forth these vermin!" Nynn spat the word as she went to grab the handles of two axes slung crossed over her shoulder blades, "You forget that we too were elves once, spurned and cast away but you atack these ones without cause." The gap between the two had shortened considerably, though Nynn had moved slowly. Each step a deliberate move to draw the eye of the Daedroth as it was struck from the side by a series of lightning strikes in short sharp bursts from Velth's direction. The mage shreiked in anger as the Daedroth stumbled under the hit and knocked her to the side. "You mean to challenge me? You think you know my Lord?" Shouted the mage over the clanging of steel and the squalking of creatures. She swiftly raised her staff and another scamp replaced the fallen. "I do." Nynn shouted back. "I know the kind of challenge Malacath desires." And before she had finished speaking, Nynn ran towards the mage as she drew out her axes then shouted as she released her beserker rage. The mage threw fireball after fireball at the charging orc, and panicked when her torrent slowed. The fire clung to the cloth beneath Nynn's armor and licked dangerously close to her hair. But she spun her leg out beneath the mage who began falling helplesly to the ground, and it was in this fall that the first of the two axes dug through the lower shoulder and the second into the top of the head were it rested with a crunch and a spray of blood. Releasing the axes Nynn rolled the ground and beat out the flames as Velth came to her side and closed the worst of the burns with his magic.

Saccharine stifled a startled scream as her husband went limp beside her and collapsed to the ground. The hooded and steam-punk goggled assailant motored around in a great loop as though heading up for a charge. Saccharine had seen the death of her loved one before, and did not fear for Jeffrey's body. But his mind was another matter. Can he take another split? She fretted worryingly as she replayed the scene in her mind. A quick jab to the throat, and then death, no force, no trauma around the wound, nor bruising or broken skin neither. There was but one solution. He is a teleporter. He must have moved something in Jeffys throat, then Jeffy couldn't breathe, couldnt scream! MY poor Jeffy in pain and no means of defending himself. This is an outrage! Saccharine snapped to face the vagabond and he gained speed charging toward her, revving aggressively. Range She side stepped as the ginger haired youth swung his arm out to the side in a mocking parrody of his last kill. Touch needed. I see. Now that we are meters apart, he shall find it difficult to have such an effect when... A loud snap and a scream of pain announced that Saccharine's move had hit, and floating toward her were all ten of the boy's fingers, dribbling pathetic trails of blood as they dropped unceremoniously into a plastic ziplocked bag which hovered above a side dress pocket. "What is wrong with you!" The man screamed accusingly while he clumsily attempted to nurse both his deformed hands, motorcycle forgotten. Nothing nearly as wrong as there will be with you. Saccharine thought with a twitch in her scowl of misery. And I don't like your tone. Concentrating, she focused her powers to sever the voice box before replacing the arteries into the correct position, so as to prevent excess blood loss. The floating of the fingers was just for show, she could have just tucked them away at once before he even knew what had happened. But this time was a time for show, and a time to make him fear, the way Jeffrey had feared in the seconds before death. But it would be much, much longer than a few seconds for this boy. Saccharine let the voice box hover before the cretins face and his eyes bulged, before they exploded into grizzly chunks of sinew and glooping foul liquid that ran down his cheeks and around the corners of his twisted, silently howling mouth. It was only then that with her mind she tore out the chunks of earth behind the boy's feet and watched him fall satisfyingly slowly to the ground flailing his arms uselessly,and completely devoid of any sense of direction. I hope you are hungry, my darlings. She sent to the surrounding creatures, with a picture of the flailing boy, to shocked to get up again. Turning away from the scene Saccharine knelt beside her husband, who was not yet cold, but growing stiff. "Jeffy, Oh my darling angel, look what has happened to you" she wailed softly. Without much notice to what she was doing, Saccharine began her usual set up of tea and cookies and slices only this time using her lace shawl - only a little splattered red - as the picknick rug before carefully and reverently pulling Jeffrey's body to the shadowy alcove she had prepared. She then took a step back as her husbands body took on a dark cast and it slowly began to lose it's form becoming like a shadow itself. Laboriously, sluggishly, and eerily the shadows then pulled together to the form of an upright man, and once more took on the features she knew so well. The features she would follow into death. The man, exhaled slowly and looked about him confused. Saccharine held her breath for a moment steeling herself for the worst. Holding out a doilied plate of caramel slice she wore willingly her sweetest smile, the one she had worn under her veil at the alter. "Good day to you kind sir. I am Saccharine, formerly Marigold Carlisle. How very good to meet you."

Funtimes took a sip of tea, set her cup down, and giggled. ​"What kind of lab do you want first—chocolate or science?" Grinning ear to ear, Saccharine seriously contemplated asking for the dog. She had always wanted one. And it could be a true indication of Dr. Funtimes’ powers to create a living creature. About that, Saccharine thought. “Was it you who created these dinosaurs?” Funtimes felt herself frown. She hadn't. She'd had to rely on that meanieface Lightwards to make them from dusty old bones, and now that bit of trust had gone to his head. Made him think he had the right to punch Nathan, to call her friends pets, to offer to kill him and turn him into.... Don’t be a meanieface. "No," she said quickly. Too quickly. She smiled, but didn't quite feel it. "That was Lightwards. But I can make lots of other stuff. Pie and ribbons and giant balloons--" Funtimes broke off with a long gasp, her hands flying to her cheeks as another amazing idea came to her. "I could make a giant balloon to help people get from the ground to here and it'd be so awesome!" Funtimes leapt out of her seat, causing the china to wobble precariously. “Come on, come on!” She cried happily as she ran to Saccharine, grabbed her hands and pulled her along. Laughing like children the pair skipped gleefully through the museum to the edge of the floating landmass. “You made it float so high up Doctor! You really are incredibly powerful.” Saccharine then leaned in conspiratorially, linking arms with her new friend. “And so long as you are with me, little Hari can be your extra eyes and ears.” she whispered with a wink as she indicated the cricket bounding away again. Doctor Funtimes squealed with delight, her hands fluttering beside her cheeks. “That is so amazingly amazing Hari is so cute and I’m so glad you’re my friend!” She threw her arms around Saccharine’s neck, hopping up and down. Saccharine was her friend, and Saccharine had Hari and other little animal friends and she liked balloons and--yes, poison, but that wasn’t important because Saccharine was her friend. When she could contain her glee, Funtimes hopped back. “Let’s make that balloon and go up and down and see how much fun it is!” “Agreed!” Cried Saccharine. Come along dearies! She cast out to a passing flock of geese to give the pair passage to the ground. The flock flew toward the giggling girls. “Will we need to be on the ground to collect the materials? I assume you will need fabric, and I would much prefer to remain clothed with all these suspicious vagabonds about.” There were geese flying toward them. Geese! A whole flock of long-necked brown and black birds, flying toward them waiting to carry them to the ground. Funtimes could have done so easily, but the geese were far more fun.

"Why do I like labs?" Saccharine repeated. "I like labs, especially the chocolate coloured ones because I always wanted one as a child, but was never allowed. You could say I am one of those people who treats her pets like children, and I why shouldn't I? The Fates decided it was not for me to..." Saccharine inwardly cringed and looked at her tea-time friend sheepishly. "I like Laboratories because I have spent my working life in them. And my early life as well I suppose, as my father was a chemist. But growing up, I became more interested in how people work in a literal sense and then I got married to another biochemist and I realised that through studying humans and how they live, I could also learn all the possible ways they can die. It's all a fascinating business I assure you, not least when you think about how close the medieval herbalists came to writing full textbooks on poisons and tinctures. After Calamity, the excess of epics for study was something we could never have dreamed of. And just like Culpeper and his medieval contemporaries, we found that the human body is easily manipulated, and information regarding powers could be gleamed from it as easily as from a cookbook." Saccharine took the whistling kettle from the billy and delicately poured the boiling water through the silver tea strainers which rested over their orchid patterned china cups. She nodded her head in Aldo and the boyfriend's direction. "Should you get married, or as I suspect, even now you will find that protection of your lover is first and foremost in your life. My knowledge allowed this for me and with a laboratory of your creation, it can provide the same for you." Saccharine sat quietly for a moment, as she stirred two lumps of sugar through her tea. "And so, my knowledge could also be of benefit to you, and the empire," Saccharine hoped that she had not been too subtle in her pledge of allegiance to Dr. Funtimes, before the supposed Emperor.