[IC] Ever Dream, The Worlds of Life (Closed)

[Suicidal Llama]

Has that been invented yet?

Umbryn sits in a kind of amphitheater with many images in front of him. He is watching the gods actions and hears othars pleas as he geets to the halfway point of his bowl of popcorn(he invented it by the way) and laughs as he hears the pleas.

"Othar you never cease to amaze me."
He refils his bowl with a flick of his hand.
"This so beats television." <- did not invent



OOC: Endovior IDID is amazing you guys are great at randomly doing things
Tocarus are we still allies or what.

 

[Tonguez]

The Tienkou responded to the Vampires, calling upon the red wood splinter to pierce the hearts of the undead and keep them at bay. But even they were insufficuent and too many mortals fell to the machinations of the Abomination Michel. Battles raged to in the War Zone too for the portals had been breached and although nothing had entered, something had got out, something that should never have been. The Guardian stood before the assemble of theTienkou and prepared each for the coming battle

In the Hospice of The Sisters of Compassion in Shran dwelt the young man Tomas. He had been brought in as and orphan and for the past sixteen years he had slept and in his sleep he had dreamed the most terrible of dreams. He dreamed of the whole world and of the Shifting of Worlds to become something else a place of chaos and destruction. A Labyrinthian nightmare without ending.

The Child Juchim walked through the labyrinth with eyes open, the thin and gaunt Watcher Cercueil at his side. They had walked in the Dreaming of Algennis the Dreamers and had learnt much of what was happening. But now the Dream had again changed and Avial had become lost to them somewhere deep in the ever changing Dreamscape. Cercueil felt the gloom come upon him and was knocked prone by its force “Father!” he cried out to Traume in confusion. Juchim-with-eyes-open did not cry out, he looked up and saw and he was afraid...

The realm of Traume is darker than anything you have experienced before, a thick and palpable darkness that weighs heavily upon those who stand within. Beyond the darkness of his santum the Watchers and the Dead have repaired the damage and the travesty but even they go about with a desperate gloominess upon them for Traume has been silent. Wrapped within layers of Darkness the Master of the Shadows has not stirred.

Joxander appears before Traume.
"I can feel him, grandfather. I have come to you for a reason. I seek to 'borrow' the power of entropy, for a time. I will surrender it to you when this task is finished, or upon your request."

But there is no reply and the gloom deepens about him

Othar's form in Traumes realm projects, Traume, I come to you in a time of great need, as you probably know Volkath and Valkrath have returned. Their battle is unravelling time itself, you are the end of all things and soon if you do not act you will be the beginning of them too.

Nothing there is no motion, no being

Joxander appears before Traume.
"I can feel him, grandfather. I have come to you for a reason. I seek to 'borrow' the power of entropy, for a time. I will surrender it to you when this task is finished, or upon your request."

But there is no reply and the gloom deepens about him...

 

[magic_gathering2001]

OOC: Llama I didn't make a plea to you yet just manifested an avatar...

IC:
Llama
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Umbryn, my brother, you to have a part to play in these events. You surely want the return of your beloved assasins, and the breach you call a portal. There are still many things you need to learn about being a godling if you are content to sit by and laugh at my pleas to assist you. You have lost the most to this struggle, and should in theory give the most. We should ally with Valkrath originally and help him destroy Volkath and then turn on Valkrath when he is weakened.
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[Suicidal Llama]

OOC:I was talking about you talking to other gods.

IC:

Magic:"Sure i'll help as long as I get to have fun and blowstuff up. Oops"
"I mean." in his evil voice "Fine I will assist you"

"I really havent lost that much anyway; anyway Im getting bored so I am starting up yet again."
"Now then-.....darn lost the controller again..... stupid television.

 

[magic_gathering2001]

OOC: but you can't see that... ohwell.

IC Good, WhisperWhisperWhisper
[sblock]
First you need to regain controll over your assasins while they are inside Valkrath. Make them loyal to only you[/sblock]

 

[magic_gathering2001]

Thinking he understands Othar timewalks earlier into Traumes presence and makes his plea again.

 

[periculum]

OOC: Llama, an aliance with Tocarus is flimsy, but I've yet to turn against you, so it still stands.

IC: Turning his gaze towards Michel and his gift, Tocarus's eyes alight with glee, and he drops the victim he had been toying with, who procedes to fall into a vat of weak acid, SLOWLY eating the skin from his bones. "what do I want? angels would be a tempting target, and tasty too. Mmm, like chicken. But greater things stir now. I want to feast on the progenitors recently returned. Albedo, you shall command my forces. Mobilize for an assault on U-Do, I want his sword. Take it by whatever means necessary, including *snarl* trade. Michel, you are a grand being, and bring me much pleasure in your actions. I wish not to subvert your will, go and do as you please, seek and ask of me as you will. Before you go though, take these for compensation of your many gifts."
Tocarus then summons forth 69 Succubi for Michel to own and use.

 

[magic_gathering2001]

Taking advantage of Tocarus' command. Othar projects, Good so it is settled then?

 

[Jemal]

Michael Grins to Tocarus, and nods to Othar's Projection. "An excellent choice, my lord. And thank you for the gifts.. they will be most.." He licks his lips "useful."

Micahel moves off then, into the swirling mists with his 69 Succubi, a howling laughter coming frmo nowhere and everywhere at the same time fills the area and then they are gone, leaving Tocarus and Albedo.

Shortly thereafter, Michael and one Succubus appear near Endovior, walking out of the shadows as though they'd always been there. "An interesting toy you have there, God of Magic.. And what do you intend to do with such destructive power at your fingertips? Create emptiness? A void of nonexistance?" He grins as the IDID eats through an Asteroid belt, and sighs with contentment "Though I do get a certain... satisfaction... from this."

 

[sirum]

Amidst the god slaying swords and the dark gods of blinky death a less dramatic moment plays out as Vagary steps triumphantly from his realm to announce, “Behold,” he brandishes a few pages, “the holy scriptures of debauchery!”
A satyr wanders up with the morning post, a list of things happening outside the grand estates that are Déjà vu II, “oh look,” he says as he lays the scriptures on the bar, “supposed ‘life outside the bar’.”
A quick glance through confirms everything, “yep, life as everyone knows it is about to end, someone’s tapped the dark god of ‘dust in my eye’, the sword of god killing has been found,” a pause as his eyes light up, “oh and I just saved money…”
He frowns and hands the satyr the post, “throw that away,” he picks up his scriptures and wanders to the dark corner of his massive bar. As it goes in most bars you learn everything you need to from the dark corners, and in Déjà Vu II this was no exception, a quick scan of the shadows there and Vagary realized that something simply had to be done about the outside world, but what?
He handed his holy words to a nearby wench, “see that this is posted right above the pissers in the back please?”
After a moment of consideration he realized the best way to handle this was to have a wonderful party and get amazingly smashed and thus he would have to send invites to all the gods and goddesses and other things of a not so gender specified nature to come and partake of a drink.
He sent the pink elephant out with invitations to all godlings, both malignant and benign (female/male/something else) to stay their worldly bickering and come get drunk at Déjà vu II! Fifteen minutes after that and a little table outside brandishing the sign, “ a swift kick in the behind, 1gp offer inside” was all it took for Vagary to walk back to his little nook of the planes with a smile and a feeling of a job well done.