Amletan's succesors

magic_gathering2001 said:
[sblock=To Martok]The allfather's voice resonates within your mind, of course there will be others, no universe stays this empty for long; you were lucky enough to be one of the first to awaken and thus gaining power over your younger siblings.[/sblock]
[sblock=To Amletan]Forgive my doubt All Father. What would you have of me?[/sblock]
 

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[sblock=To Matresia]The voice of the allfather resonates within your mind, of course they act as mortals, they are godlings, mortal concious stuck in an immortal shell, they will bicker as mortals, but on a scale mortals will not comprehend. But ask yourself, are you any different, are you of divine concious or are you just another godling like the rest. Your thoughts on strength are also not far from the mark, mortals form societies based on principles to gain power, godlings are advised to do the same.[/sblock]

[sblock=To Mensar]The voice of the Amletan resonates within your mind, there is your greatest error Mensar, to think that power begets status. Anaziel is one of the more powerfull godlings, but if he tried to use that power to gain status, then the other godlings would destroy him out of fear, use this knowledge Mensar if you wish to progress in status as well as power.[/sblock]

[sblock=To Martok]The voice of the allfather resonates within your mind, all is forgiven my child. You need only to do that which the core of your being tells you, to spread fire to the lands of mortals. Teach them to use it for heat at first, but then slowly increase thier knowledge untill they can use it to bring about destruction.[/sblock]
 

magic_gathering2001 said:
[sblock=To Matresia]The voice of the allfather resonates within your mind, of course they act as mortals, they are godlings, mortal concious stuck in an immortal shell, they will bicker as mortals, but on a scale mortals will not comprehend. But ask yourself, are you any different, are you of divine concious or are you just another godling like the rest. Your thoughts on strength are also not far from the mark, mortals form societies based on principles to gain power, godlings are advised to do the same.[/sblock]
[sblock=To Amletan]
Matresia laughs in delight, the precense of the Overdeity giving her comfort and joy. "And I will only have one female rival for my harem of males."
"No, Father. I am not that different from these others. I would be decieving myself if I thought I was inherently superior when in fact my raw power seems to be less than that posessed by some of them. The difference, perhaps, is awareness. And awareness will, in time, breed strength. I know my role, but I am puzzled about yours.
"I hope you will forgive my presumption, Father, but which role have you reserved for yourself in this world? And in what position does your role place us lesser deities? Do you have a Law for us, or are we free?"


ooc: Btw, since we now have fewer than 10 players, is Matresia now Divine Rank 20 like the others?
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To Amletan
[sblock]I know this probably more well than you, both points are worth consideration and which will determine power is not yet known for this particular world. I ask one thing of you over god, as a lesser to you in more than power I am your artificer and wish to know, What would you have me do?[/sblock]

Mensar wals up beside the great volacano and booms, Come out martok that I might meet you as a neighbor. I am new and wish to know as much as I can.
 

magic_gathering2001 said:
[sblock=To Martok]The voice of the allfather resonates within your mind, all is forgiven my child. You need only to do that which the core of your being tells you, to spread fire to the lands of mortals. Teach them to use it for heat at first, but then slowly increase thier knowledge untill they can use it to bring about destruction.[/sblock]
[sblock=To Amletan]Thank you All Father. I will go forth among the mortals and teach them the use of fire.[/sblock]
 

Suicidal Llama said:
Mensar wals up beside the great volacano and booms, Come out martok that I might meet you as a neighbor. I am new and wish to know as much as I can.
Martok floats up on waves of heat from the lava. Greetings Mensar. I have heard your name float on the wind. I believe we are all new to this world, thanks to the All Father. What would you have of me?
 

All:See OOC thread

[sblock=To Matresia]
The voice of the allfather resonates within your mind, I have reserved the role of overseer, and tutor in this world for myself, this means that I will teach you, the next generation of godlings, how to be gods. To do this well I must allow you to freely interact with the world untill you attempt to destroy it. If any of you attempt to destroy the mortal realm you shall all be evicted among the other planes. While you feel you are weaker, even divine senses may deceive. You must listen to your essense to show you what to do.[/sblock]

[sblock=To Mensar]
The voice of Amletan resonates within your mind, I would have you do what you do best, Artifice. Teach the mortals some of what you know so you may gain power and status in this world. You didn't realy need me to tell you that did you?[/sblock]
 


Suicidal Llama said:
Even as I have just met you I must be going as there are many things I must oversee, I am sorry I could not stay longer.
Martok is highly confused as Mensar leaves just as soon as he had come.
 

In a seaside town on the Golden Sea, clusters of women move about. They are gathering berries from nearby bushes, having not yet realized the benefit of farming their own food. As one sets down her reed basket, she glances up in surprise to see a man collapsed by a nearby stream. He looks like a shipwreck victim: his clothes are torn, there is some dried blood on his side, and he is absolutely drenched. How could someone be washed up this far, though? The beach was several hundred feet downslope from the man's position. And who was this stranger? He seemed to exude some aura of power and deep purpose as if he were in full command of his position despite his disheveled state.
The woman called to her friends and rushed to the man, carefully turning him over. "What is your name?" she asked tentatively, after making sure that he was breathing.
The man's eyes jerked under his closed lids and his lips moved to form whispered words. "We are the Brothers." The woman wasn't sure what was stranger, what the man said or that she understood perfectly even though he spoke in an utterly foreign tongue.
"Matresia protect him," she murmured, then helped the other women to carry him back to the village.
 

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