Looking for 1-4 player(s) to join my Pantheon RP, based on the Lord of Lies below:
Basically, the world is fantasy and full of fantasy races, creatures, monsters, magic, etc, kinda like D&D.
Not looking for anyone to play as a god, unless it's a minor side character relevant to their character and/or their arc.
What I am looking for primarily:
Character(s) that align with Raiden's goals to one degree or another. They don't have to be worshipers of his though. They could simply be useful pawns in his grand scheme. They can absolutely be significant to other areas of our story as you see fit, worshipers of other gods, anything really... However, their purpose for being a part of the story will be because Raiden has some kind of use for them to be there in some capacity. These details can be discussed and worked out if you are interested in joining.
I'll be playing as Morrigan, Raiden's potential new Chosen. I suggest creating non-dragon character(s) as he has no need for them. The only reason he has shown any interest in Morrigan is because she is the Raven Queen, monarch of the raven wyrms, and Raiden's chosen sigil is the raven. All black birds, and related entities, fall within his domain. However, if you have a very intriguing and convincing idea, dragons are not off the table. Just remember, you can dabble with literally any fantasy race you want.
The world's fate is at a cross roads. The Pantheon has become complacent, though they have relentlessly searched for the exiled lord of lies. Raiden has spent a millennia avoiding their detection, working from the shadows to set the stage as he sees fit.
The Old Gods have vanished. Dragons are stirring. The forces of nature sense something coming. No one knows what that something is however.
All that being said, much of the plot for this RP is unwritten. You'll have the creative freedom to brainstorm alongside me and build a compelling story with me. I'm always open to ideas and suggestions, so if tweaking anything to fit an awesome idea into the RP is necessary, I'm open to it. Don't hesitate to ask.
A raven three times as large as the deadliest eagles soared high above Cyerna. It was flying northerly from the Isle of Osiris, an intelligence far beyond that of any of its kind guided its bright green eyes as it scanned the landscapes below. Gray feathers highlighted its bulk of jet black, and burgundy designs splintered along its obsidian beak and talons. This was no ordinary raven, and to those on the ground who were able to see it as it flew through the sky with an unnatural velocity would never guess what the bird could possibly be. Raiden had been tying up loose ends over the last few months. The divine had a way of seeing the world as a game board; every piece had a purpose, and moves could be strategically predicted and made. The time was nigh for the exiled god to make his next move. A thousand years carried upon a mortal's breath to that of his kind was but a blink. He had been waiting patiently and quietly for so long for his chance to make a comeback. He had hidden himself well from others who might see him punished, despite the hardships that went along with his banishment. They were weary of him, what mortal or god would not be? Where others possessed brute power, and others swelled at the prayers of their chosen mortals, he thrived on chaos and deception. He drew his immortal strength from the chaos of the mortals and their way of life. He drew his power from their faithlessness. Other gods had fallen prey to him countless times because they had been fools, regardless how superior their abilities were to his. In truth Raiden was considered young, not in the eyes of mortals, but to so many of his kind. He had been cunning and used their strengths against them to benefit himself, and in turn rose within the pantheon of his kin. So he had been cast out to be taught a lesson like an adolescent child acting out of turn. So he was.
Among the chaos in the world below however, he had thrived. How did they not see this inevitable outcome? The pieces were on the board; they were in place long before they had exiled him to the realm of mortals. Raiden knew much more damage could be dealt here than ever was possible among the gods. This made him laugh, but it was short lived. He had flown here for a reason, for the time to make his move drew near. He could see many outcomes as he watched the pieces move across the board, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve, unforeseeable variables that would surely tip the scales in his favor. He could only wait and see how they would be best utilized.
Raiden could feel the presence when he finally neared his destination, diving toward the earth. To anyone watching they'd see nothing more than a blur, like black lightning streaking down from the heavens There was a certain tree he needed to see before he could play his hand. The thing was masked in mystery and it had taken quite some time to discover its whereabouts, but it could very well be a deciding factor in the end-game. The exiled god blasted his way through the cratered summit of a vast mountain, its gradual slopes stretching for hundreds of miles in every direction. When the dust settled, black and gray feathers molted away, revealing the form of a man. His mane of jet black hair, similarly highlighted in gray, fell to his shoulders. He donned obsidian armor covered in the same burgundy designs. Black and gray feathers sprouted from his shoulders and extended down half his back, and his green eyes pierced the darkness of the mountain. He was soon careening through natural tunnels and lava tubes, making his way to the source of energy he had detected from above. A smile crept onto his face when he realized he was not alone.
Ahh yes, he thought, the land of dragons. Thought I recognized the place. It had laid dormant and undisturbed for many generations, but he could feel it stirring once again. Something had the dragons all riled up, but that was not why he was there... although, why not add a new piece to the board while he was? What he'd really come for was nearby, and the closer he got the more he felt its presence. Raiden strode up to a mechanism in the wall, handling it with ease, and the shifting of gears and sounds of metal scraping metal reverberated through the corridor. Inside was a decent sized hollow, more of a grove really, sitting within a dome shaped room of glimmering stone. In the center, his prize stood tall and wondrous. A mortal might tremble in its divine presence, and wonder how in the world it could survive underground, but Raiden knew better. The tree glowed in silver hues, its intelligence and mystique radiating outward, and its long serpentine roots dipped into the dimly glowing water at its base. Flowers and other marvelous plants decorated its base as well, and rather than receiving nourishment from the sun, Raiden knew it was the tree and its divine radiant glow. He could feel a pulse in the still air, much like a heart beat, and for all he knew that's exactly what it was. The tree was fairly young, not yet a millennia, but it stood proud and arrogant, as if that age meant something.
As effortless as it was for the fallen god to predict the movement, and actions, of all the pieces upon the board in play, he wasn't so arrogant to think there was no other hidden variables. He had to get it right this time. Everything had to fall perfectly into place when his turn finally came around, and he knew whatever insight he didn't possess that this tree could shed its light upon it. Standing there basking in the tree's silvery glow, he applauded the ages old seer and his accomplishments. To think a mortal had done this; how wondrously absurd! Raiden offered the wise tree a knowing smile, and bowed his head in respect.
"Thank you." A voice whispered into his mind and he paused, for the first time unsure of his next move. "I have waited a long time for someone so...uniquely gifted to partake of my roots." The voice once again intruded his mind.
"For what purpose?" Raiden asked aloud, attempting to hide the skepticism from his commanding voice.
"Purpose?" The tree's voice gawked. The voice once again echoed in his thoughts. Raiden didn't like that the tree imparted its thoughts through his godly defenses without the slightest hindrance, but neither did he turn and leave."I commune with this world through these roots. The divine are incapable of seeing as we see... why else would have come? I care about the world, Lord of Lies, yet I can do nothing in its defense or best interest... for I am a blasted TREE!" The energy in the dome-shaped chamber quieted as the tree regained its composure.
"My concerns do not lie with this world Elsyer." Raiden said, thinking he had gained the upper hand by using the tree's name. "Or your well being."
"Granted. I am not ignorant enough to believe otherwise, even if you attempted to spin your lies and suggest it be so." Elsyer quipped.
"Glad to hear we are not in favor of wasting one another's time." Raiden replied with a quip of his own.
Elsyer laughed in Raiden's head. "Oh my exiled friend, you know nothing of the passage of time... not when you are rooted in place for eternity... the only window to the outside world offered through the planet's woven tales..."
"Get on with it then."
"I can see the pieces moving across the board as clearly as you, though my perspective is unique, of course. The current pieces in play will not act favorably upon you, unless you gain the insight I humbly offer."
"Didn't realize you cared." Raiden retorted. "That warms my heart..." A puzzled expression found its way upon his face then as he contemplated whether or not he actually had one.
"They will not act favorably upon this world either..." Elsyer cleared up. "Nonetheless, the knowledge you seek will aid us both. You can neither disagree or disclaim, for the consequences of your actions are laid out plainly for me to see. I also see how my infinite wisdom, imparted unto you by the sap of my roots, will put an abrupt end to your untimely exile, Raiden. All you need to do is partake of the roots."
Raiden wasn't surprised when the tree had spoke his name in his mind. Eslyer had known of his plan, and of the pieces across the board, and for whatever reason awaited his arrival so they could both gain an upper hand in the time to come. He offered the tree a grin and stepped up to its trunk. Placing a hand on the wood he could feel the heart beat of the tree. "I am a God, Elsyer. The pieces will only move in my favor." Raiden knelt down to see his reflection staring back at him in the silvery pool of water, inviting him closer. He only needed to drink. A hand reached into its depths cradling the length of a root in his palm.
"I wouldn't do that." A woman's voice echoed through the small dome shaped cavern. Raiden's smile widened... it was about time. He pulled his hand from the water and turned to look upon the uninvited guest.
"And why not?" He asked her. His smile was one of arrogance, and defiance. His aura emanated supreme superiority over her and she even shrunk a little despite her own formidable presence... but only a little. She did not allow herself to show such grand weakness however, and after reminding herself who, and what she was, she pushed her breasts back out confidently, defiantly meeting the god's gaze. She held her posture despite the piercing green eyes that not only saw straight through her, but saw her entire life's ambitions... stripped naked, bare for him to skim through as he pleased.
"Who are you?" She asked, ignoring his question.
"The one asking the questions." He said bluntly. His words carried such finality that she could not deny him.
"It will consume you." She said, almost in a whisper, her breath failing her in a gasp.
Raiden responded with a smile and cupped a hand full of Elsyer's water in his hands. "That's what I'm counting on." He brought the water to his lips.
"Wait!" The woman screamed so loud that ripples erupted in the calm pool at Raiden's feet. His cold gaze fell upon her dangerously. He did not say a word however, but neither did he drink the water. "I can't let you." She struggled to find the breath to speak the words, trembling as she did so.
The exiled god let the water fall through his fingers back whence it came, and took two steps in the woman's direction eyeing her coldly... inquisitively.
"I must know..." She began, but stumbled over her own words as she felt the man's gaze shrinking her resolve with each passing second.
"Why it is you were drawn to me." He finished for her. "As I was drawn to this tree?" She wasn't sure if he was stating that last part as fact or asking her a question she should answer. She stared at him wide eyed and unsure of herself... a foreign thing indeed. The scene was sad to Raiden, for such a powerful creature as her to cower before him like this... and she didn't even know he was a god. He felt embarrassed for her. "The affinity of your raven blood drew you to me just as sirens draw men to their deaths through their song." She looked puzzled. He sighed. "I am afraid you had no choice but to find your way to my side dearest...?"
"Morriganasivalindravyrnas." She answered meekly.
Raiden's expression was not amusing, his cold gaze remaining unchanged as if she hadn't spoken at all. He knew of her true, draconic name already, but he wasn't about to call her her as such.
"Morrigan..." She whispered, again losing her breath. "Morrigan Valindras."
"Dearest Morrigan." He finished. "Bask in the glory of your one true deity!" Raiden exclaimed as he lifted his arms in the air above him. Large black and gray feathers lifted behind both arms and she couldn't tell the difference between them. She couldn't tell if he had wings the whole time, or if they were an extension of his arms, or what. "I am Raiden, Lord of Lies; King of Crows; Ruler of Ravens. Divinity in the flesh."
There it was... she had seen something out of place. Only then did she realize how impossibly boring the tree looked next to the man. It appeared as a painting might next to the artist holding it up for her to see. She had fallen to her knees before he had finished, head bowed. "Raiden...." She panted over and over. Never before had she heard the name. Never before had she belonged to a deity. Never before had she worshiped a deity. Dragons were far too proud of creatures for such things, but in her heart and soul she knew he spoke truthfully. She knew to her very core the moment he spoke his name aloud that she belonged to him; that he was her god. That Raiden was god of all the black birds. It just felt... right. It was as though she'd always known so... had always known his name. She watched him return to the pool at the base of the tree and screamed against her better judgement, "NO!" He whirled on her, and this time glided right up to her and took her jaw in one hand, lifting her off both feet.
"Damn her to the hells Raiden. She would disrupt the flow of the game." The tree imparted into his mind, but he ignored it.
"Why not?" He hissed through gritted teeth while she hung in his grasp. She didn't kick or fight him, but she grabbed his wrists and pulled herself up just enough to speak.
"It will consume you my lord... but... not in the way you had hoped. It will ruin... you. Drive you to madness..." She said through labored breaths. Raiden released her and she hit the floor landing lightly on her feet. "It has done so to countless others. Even those who'd achieved great god-like power. There is nothing for you to gain... from that cursed ornament..." She searched deep for her next words, but they came easily. "You're perfect as you are..." Her eyes bulged upon hearing the confession leave her lips. She was basically a god in her own right, even among some of her own kind... countless other beings all across the world would tremble in her midst... yet here she was, learning the true meaning of being humbled.
"LIES!" The tree responded so loudly within their skulls that it hurt, even to Raiden.
The god laughed at the absurdity of it all. He smiled down at the raven wyrm and brushed her cheek with his hand. "Run along my child. I wish to speak with Elsyer alone." He didn't have to tell her twice.
Among the chaos in the world below however, he had thrived. How did they not see this inevitable outcome? The pieces were on the board; they were in place long before they had exiled him to the realm of mortals. Raiden knew much more damage could be dealt here than ever was possible among the gods. This made him laugh, but it was short lived. He had flown here for a reason, for the time to make his move drew near. He could see many outcomes as he watched the pieces move across the board, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve, unforeseeable variables that would surely tip the scales in his favor. He could only wait and see how they would be best utilized.
Raiden could feel the presence when he finally neared his destination, diving toward the earth. To anyone watching they'd see nothing more than a blur, like black lightning streaking down from the heavens There was a certain tree he needed to see before he could play his hand. The thing was masked in mystery and it had taken quite some time to discover its whereabouts, but it could very well be a deciding factor in the end-game. The exiled god blasted his way through the cratered summit of a vast mountain, its gradual slopes stretching for hundreds of miles in every direction. When the dust settled, black and gray feathers molted away, revealing the form of a man. His mane of jet black hair, similarly highlighted in gray, fell to his shoulders. He donned obsidian armor covered in the same burgundy designs. Black and gray feathers sprouted from his shoulders and extended down half his back, and his green eyes pierced the darkness of the mountain. He was soon careening through natural tunnels and lava tubes, making his way to the source of energy he had detected from above. A smile crept onto his face when he realized he was not alone.
Ahh yes, he thought, the land of dragons. Thought I recognized the place. It had laid dormant and undisturbed for many generations, but he could feel it stirring once again. Something had the dragons all riled up, but that was not why he was there... although, why not add a new piece to the board while he was? What he'd really come for was nearby, and the closer he got the more he felt its presence. Raiden strode up to a mechanism in the wall, handling it with ease, and the shifting of gears and sounds of metal scraping metal reverberated through the corridor. Inside was a decent sized hollow, more of a grove really, sitting within a dome shaped room of glimmering stone. In the center, his prize stood tall and wondrous. A mortal might tremble in its divine presence, and wonder how in the world it could survive underground, but Raiden knew better. The tree glowed in silver hues, its intelligence and mystique radiating outward, and its long serpentine roots dipped into the dimly glowing water at its base. Flowers and other marvelous plants decorated its base as well, and rather than receiving nourishment from the sun, Raiden knew it was the tree and its divine radiant glow. He could feel a pulse in the still air, much like a heart beat, and for all he knew that's exactly what it was. The tree was fairly young, not yet a millennia, but it stood proud and arrogant, as if that age meant something.
As effortless as it was for the fallen god to predict the movement, and actions, of all the pieces upon the board in play, he wasn't so arrogant to think there was no other hidden variables. He had to get it right this time. Everything had to fall perfectly into place when his turn finally came around, and he knew whatever insight he didn't possess that this tree could shed its light upon it. Standing there basking in the tree's silvery glow, he applauded the ages old seer and his accomplishments. To think a mortal had done this; how wondrously absurd! Raiden offered the wise tree a knowing smile, and bowed his head in respect.
"Thank you." A voice whispered into his mind and he paused, for the first time unsure of his next move. "I have waited a long time for someone so...uniquely gifted to partake of my roots." The voice once again intruded his mind.
"For what purpose?" Raiden asked aloud, attempting to hide the skepticism from his commanding voice.
"Purpose?" The tree's voice gawked. The voice once again echoed in his thoughts. Raiden didn't like that the tree imparted its thoughts through his godly defenses without the slightest hindrance, but neither did he turn and leave."I commune with this world through these roots. The divine are incapable of seeing as we see... why else would have come? I care about the world, Lord of Lies, yet I can do nothing in its defense or best interest... for I am a blasted TREE!" The energy in the dome-shaped chamber quieted as the tree regained its composure.
"My concerns do not lie with this world Elsyer." Raiden said, thinking he had gained the upper hand by using the tree's name. "Or your well being."
"Granted. I am not ignorant enough to believe otherwise, even if you attempted to spin your lies and suggest it be so." Elsyer quipped.
"Glad to hear we are not in favor of wasting one another's time." Raiden replied with a quip of his own.
Elsyer laughed in Raiden's head. "Oh my exiled friend, you know nothing of the passage of time... not when you are rooted in place for eternity... the only window to the outside world offered through the planet's woven tales..."
"Get on with it then."
"I can see the pieces moving across the board as clearly as you, though my perspective is unique, of course. The current pieces in play will not act favorably upon you, unless you gain the insight I humbly offer."
"Didn't realize you cared." Raiden retorted. "That warms my heart..." A puzzled expression found its way upon his face then as he contemplated whether or not he actually had one.
"They will not act favorably upon this world either..." Elsyer cleared up. "Nonetheless, the knowledge you seek will aid us both. You can neither disagree or disclaim, for the consequences of your actions are laid out plainly for me to see. I also see how my infinite wisdom, imparted unto you by the sap of my roots, will put an abrupt end to your untimely exile, Raiden. All you need to do is partake of the roots."
Raiden wasn't surprised when the tree had spoke his name in his mind. Eslyer had known of his plan, and of the pieces across the board, and for whatever reason awaited his arrival so they could both gain an upper hand in the time to come. He offered the tree a grin and stepped up to its trunk. Placing a hand on the wood he could feel the heart beat of the tree. "I am a God, Elsyer. The pieces will only move in my favor." Raiden knelt down to see his reflection staring back at him in the silvery pool of water, inviting him closer. He only needed to drink. A hand reached into its depths cradling the length of a root in his palm.
"I wouldn't do that." A woman's voice echoed through the small dome shaped cavern. Raiden's smile widened... it was about time. He pulled his hand from the water and turned to look upon the uninvited guest.
"And why not?" He asked her. His smile was one of arrogance, and defiance. His aura emanated supreme superiority over her and she even shrunk a little despite her own formidable presence... but only a little. She did not allow herself to show such grand weakness however, and after reminding herself who, and what she was, she pushed her breasts back out confidently, defiantly meeting the god's gaze. She held her posture despite the piercing green eyes that not only saw straight through her, but saw her entire life's ambitions... stripped naked, bare for him to skim through as he pleased.
"Who are you?" She asked, ignoring his question.
"The one asking the questions." He said bluntly. His words carried such finality that she could not deny him.
"It will consume you." She said, almost in a whisper, her breath failing her in a gasp.
Raiden responded with a smile and cupped a hand full of Elsyer's water in his hands. "That's what I'm counting on." He brought the water to his lips.
"Wait!" The woman screamed so loud that ripples erupted in the calm pool at Raiden's feet. His cold gaze fell upon her dangerously. He did not say a word however, but neither did he drink the water. "I can't let you." She struggled to find the breath to speak the words, trembling as she did so.
The exiled god let the water fall through his fingers back whence it came, and took two steps in the woman's direction eyeing her coldly... inquisitively.
"I must know..." She began, but stumbled over her own words as she felt the man's gaze shrinking her resolve with each passing second.
"Why it is you were drawn to me." He finished for her. "As I was drawn to this tree?" She wasn't sure if he was stating that last part as fact or asking her a question she should answer. She stared at him wide eyed and unsure of herself... a foreign thing indeed. The scene was sad to Raiden, for such a powerful creature as her to cower before him like this... and she didn't even know he was a god. He felt embarrassed for her. "The affinity of your raven blood drew you to me just as sirens draw men to their deaths through their song." She looked puzzled. He sighed. "I am afraid you had no choice but to find your way to my side dearest...?"
"Morriganasivalindravyrnas." She answered meekly.
Raiden's expression was not amusing, his cold gaze remaining unchanged as if she hadn't spoken at all. He knew of her true, draconic name already, but he wasn't about to call her her as such.
"Morrigan..." She whispered, again losing her breath. "Morrigan Valindras."
"Dearest Morrigan." He finished. "Bask in the glory of your one true deity!" Raiden exclaimed as he lifted his arms in the air above him. Large black and gray feathers lifted behind both arms and she couldn't tell the difference between them. She couldn't tell if he had wings the whole time, or if they were an extension of his arms, or what. "I am Raiden, Lord of Lies; King of Crows; Ruler of Ravens. Divinity in the flesh."
There it was... she had seen something out of place. Only then did she realize how impossibly boring the tree looked next to the man. It appeared as a painting might next to the artist holding it up for her to see. She had fallen to her knees before he had finished, head bowed. "Raiden...." She panted over and over. Never before had she heard the name. Never before had she belonged to a deity. Never before had she worshiped a deity. Dragons were far too proud of creatures for such things, but in her heart and soul she knew he spoke truthfully. She knew to her very core the moment he spoke his name aloud that she belonged to him; that he was her god. That Raiden was god of all the black birds. It just felt... right. It was as though she'd always known so... had always known his name. She watched him return to the pool at the base of the tree and screamed against her better judgement, "NO!" He whirled on her, and this time glided right up to her and took her jaw in one hand, lifting her off both feet.
"Damn her to the hells Raiden. She would disrupt the flow of the game." The tree imparted into his mind, but he ignored it.
"Why not?" He hissed through gritted teeth while she hung in his grasp. She didn't kick or fight him, but she grabbed his wrists and pulled herself up just enough to speak.
"It will consume you my lord... but... not in the way you had hoped. It will ruin... you. Drive you to madness..." She said through labored breaths. Raiden released her and she hit the floor landing lightly on her feet. "It has done so to countless others. Even those who'd achieved great god-like power. There is nothing for you to gain... from that cursed ornament..." She searched deep for her next words, but they came easily. "You're perfect as you are..." Her eyes bulged upon hearing the confession leave her lips. She was basically a god in her own right, even among some of her own kind... countless other beings all across the world would tremble in her midst... yet here she was, learning the true meaning of being humbled.
"LIES!" The tree responded so loudly within their skulls that it hurt, even to Raiden.
The god laughed at the absurdity of it all. He smiled down at the raven wyrm and brushed her cheek with his hand. "Run along my child. I wish to speak with Elsyer alone." He didn't have to tell her twice.
Basically, the world is fantasy and full of fantasy races, creatures, monsters, magic, etc, kinda like D&D.
Not looking for anyone to play as a god, unless it's a minor side character relevant to their character and/or their arc.
What I am looking for primarily:
Character(s) that align with Raiden's goals to one degree or another. They don't have to be worshipers of his though. They could simply be useful pawns in his grand scheme. They can absolutely be significant to other areas of our story as you see fit, worshipers of other gods, anything really... However, their purpose for being a part of the story will be because Raiden has some kind of use for them to be there in some capacity. These details can be discussed and worked out if you are interested in joining.
I'll be playing as Morrigan, Raiden's potential new Chosen. I suggest creating non-dragon character(s) as he has no need for them. The only reason he has shown any interest in Morrigan is because she is the Raven Queen, monarch of the raven wyrms, and Raiden's chosen sigil is the raven. All black birds, and related entities, fall within his domain. However, if you have a very intriguing and convincing idea, dragons are not off the table. Just remember, you can dabble with literally any fantasy race you want.
The world's fate is at a cross roads. The Pantheon has become complacent, though they have relentlessly searched for the exiled lord of lies. Raiden has spent a millennia avoiding their detection, working from the shadows to set the stage as he sees fit.
The Old Gods have vanished. Dragons are stirring. The forces of nature sense something coming. No one knows what that something is however.
All that being said, much of the plot for this RP is unwritten. You'll have the creative freedom to brainstorm alongside me and build a compelling story with me. I'm always open to ideas and suggestions, so if tweaking anything to fit an awesome idea into the RP is necessary, I'm open to it. Don't hesitate to ask.
These gods are basically ancient invaders of this world. The mortals dwelling there cannot remember the original deities, but they weren't cosmic higher dimensional beings such as these gods.
The pantheon cannot directly interact or interfere with the world or its inhabitants' lives, and to do so would be to forfeit their godly status and existence as an entity on a higher plane. Where the old "gods" were able to influence the world directly, as well as its inhabitants, the new gods can only influence the actions of its inhabitants in order to shape the world and its events to their liking. They also, like most pantheons, become more powerful and prominent the more worshipers and followers they accumulate.
Here's some gods I came up with. If you have ideas for any, or if any of these change an idea you had, let's talk it over. I am very flexible when it comes to creative collaboration.
The Sundial - Nerah: Light, Order, Renewal, Oaths. - Aloof and cosmic. Less concerned with the smaller nuances, and focused on celestial cycles, and flow of time. - Grants power to judges, oathkeepers, paladins, and any who restore order in the wake of chaos.
The Tidebound - Kaimora: Oceans, storms, fate, surrender. - Restless and melancholy. - Attentive to sailors, poets, gamblers, and mystics.
The Huntress - Selkiri: Moon, beasts, pursuit, secrets in the dark. - Attentive and indifferent to morality. - Guides stalkers, lone predators, vigilantes, etc.
The Eternal Flame - Ignazhuram: Flames, consumption, transformation, passion. - creative and passionate, thrives on creation through destruction. - Patron of smiths, lovers, rebels, acts of deep-rooted passion.
The Verdant Memory - Moldera: Life, rot, memory, cycles. - Both nurturing and consuming, growth demands decay, give and take. Ushers in new life or souls, and escorts the deceased. - Favored by druids, herbalists, necromancers, morticians, and caretakers of the dead.
The Mercurial Mirage - Melethis: Dreams, illusions, madness, inspiration. - Fickle and mesmerizing. - Inspires artists, prophets, madmen, psychopaths, and may grant visions, true or false, whichever better serves her.
The Stone Judge - Orrin: Earth, gravity, finality, unyielding law. - Stubborn, resilient and decisive. - Favored by architects, executioners, lawmakers, law enforcers, and mathematicians.
The Veil of Unknown - Isshelnul: the void, what lies beyond, lost things, silence. - Nearly impossible to comprehend, Isshelnul embodies the pull of oblivion, the peace or horror of nothingness. - Grants power to those who run from their pasts or seek to erase their pasts, suffer from amnesia, the deaf, comatose, and those who may have glimpsed an afterlife in a near death experience and returned to the world of the living changed.
The Dawnkeeper - Elyara: Mercy, hope, healing and renewal. - warm, nurturing, watchful and compassionate. Sees suffering as part of growth, but seeks to erase unnecessary pain. - Favored by healers, midwives, caretakers, and those who bring light into the lives of others, and pulls them out of darkness.
The Resonant Oathbinder - Thamir: Justice, community, righteous oaths, resonance. The counterpart to Orrin. Champions fair judgement and the bonds of kin and society. Does not favor blind punishment and seeks restoration and rehabilitation, reintegration. - Grants divine resonance that exposes lies, strengthens bonds, or wards against corruption.
The Gentle Stag - Oriandis: Nature, sanctuary, peace, family, fertility. - soft-spoken, patient, protector of the vulnerable. - Grants the power to calm beasts, grow lush groves, or ward lands from blight and bloodshed.
The Poisoned Chalice - Skorrath: disease, betrayal, obsession, lust, narcissism, toxicity. - whispers to mortals who crave forbidden solutions (a cursed good). Revels in the lengths mortals go for their desires. - Grants toxins and abilities that warps both mind and body, mind control, entrapment spells, insight into others fears and weaknesses.
The Goreforged - Thrashghul: carnage, conquest, rage, survival. - confrontational, heedless of collateral suffering. praises worshipers who fall in glorious battle. - Grants unnatural endurance, battle frenzy, etc.
The Flickering Grudge - Rakhlor: Revenge, bitterness, karma. - Petty and apathetic. hungers for pain and remorse. - Invoked by those wronged beyond reconciliation. His flickering "light" points to the object of wrath, and leaves the wronged forever changed.
The Withered Saint - Morwyn: Hermits, asceticism, sacred solitude, and harsh lessons. - Hermits and outcasts build shrines to Morwyn, believing hardship is the crucible of truth, or peace and stillness will enlighten them.
The Hearth's Giving - Brenith: sustenance, shared meals, feasts, simple abundance. - Farmers, innkeepers, and wandering families or refugees keep small tokens of Brenith for luck in larders.
The Hearth's Grieving - Jarovel: The counterpart to Brenith, punishes abundance, seeks balance. Locust swarms, wild devouring growth, blighted famines. - Feared more than worshiped, but never forgotten. People leave offerings to stave off droughts and blights.
The Silent Shadow ~ Lord of Lies - Raiden: secrecy, deception, trickery, intelligence, cunning. - unreadable, secretive, patient, conniving. - Favors cunning strategists, spies, illusionists, tricksters, those who swear oaths of secrecy and live lies everyday. - Exiled and Forgotten.
Forgotten gods are either absorbed into other gods (perhaps to later become a new god), fade away, become new gods in the void or absence of other forgotten gods domains, etc.
Exiled gods cannot take part in this divine cycle.
The pantheon cannot directly interact or interfere with the world or its inhabitants' lives, and to do so would be to forfeit their godly status and existence as an entity on a higher plane. Where the old "gods" were able to influence the world directly, as well as its inhabitants, the new gods can only influence the actions of its inhabitants in order to shape the world and its events to their liking. They also, like most pantheons, become more powerful and prominent the more worshipers and followers they accumulate.
Here's some gods I came up with. If you have ideas for any, or if any of these change an idea you had, let's talk it over. I am very flexible when it comes to creative collaboration.
The Sundial - Nerah: Light, Order, Renewal, Oaths. - Aloof and cosmic. Less concerned with the smaller nuances, and focused on celestial cycles, and flow of time. - Grants power to judges, oathkeepers, paladins, and any who restore order in the wake of chaos.
The Tidebound - Kaimora: Oceans, storms, fate, surrender. - Restless and melancholy. - Attentive to sailors, poets, gamblers, and mystics.
The Huntress - Selkiri: Moon, beasts, pursuit, secrets in the dark. - Attentive and indifferent to morality. - Guides stalkers, lone predators, vigilantes, etc.
The Eternal Flame - Ignazhuram: Flames, consumption, transformation, passion. - creative and passionate, thrives on creation through destruction. - Patron of smiths, lovers, rebels, acts of deep-rooted passion.
The Verdant Memory - Moldera: Life, rot, memory, cycles. - Both nurturing and consuming, growth demands decay, give and take. Ushers in new life or souls, and escorts the deceased. - Favored by druids, herbalists, necromancers, morticians, and caretakers of the dead.
The Mercurial Mirage - Melethis: Dreams, illusions, madness, inspiration. - Fickle and mesmerizing. - Inspires artists, prophets, madmen, psychopaths, and may grant visions, true or false, whichever better serves her.
The Stone Judge - Orrin: Earth, gravity, finality, unyielding law. - Stubborn, resilient and decisive. - Favored by architects, executioners, lawmakers, law enforcers, and mathematicians.
The Veil of Unknown - Isshelnul: the void, what lies beyond, lost things, silence. - Nearly impossible to comprehend, Isshelnul embodies the pull of oblivion, the peace or horror of nothingness. - Grants power to those who run from their pasts or seek to erase their pasts, suffer from amnesia, the deaf, comatose, and those who may have glimpsed an afterlife in a near death experience and returned to the world of the living changed.
The Dawnkeeper - Elyara: Mercy, hope, healing and renewal. - warm, nurturing, watchful and compassionate. Sees suffering as part of growth, but seeks to erase unnecessary pain. - Favored by healers, midwives, caretakers, and those who bring light into the lives of others, and pulls them out of darkness.
The Resonant Oathbinder - Thamir: Justice, community, righteous oaths, resonance. The counterpart to Orrin. Champions fair judgement and the bonds of kin and society. Does not favor blind punishment and seeks restoration and rehabilitation, reintegration. - Grants divine resonance that exposes lies, strengthens bonds, or wards against corruption.
The Gentle Stag - Oriandis: Nature, sanctuary, peace, family, fertility. - soft-spoken, patient, protector of the vulnerable. - Grants the power to calm beasts, grow lush groves, or ward lands from blight and bloodshed.
The Poisoned Chalice - Skorrath: disease, betrayal, obsession, lust, narcissism, toxicity. - whispers to mortals who crave forbidden solutions (a cursed good). Revels in the lengths mortals go for their desires. - Grants toxins and abilities that warps both mind and body, mind control, entrapment spells, insight into others fears and weaknesses.
The Goreforged - Thrashghul: carnage, conquest, rage, survival. - confrontational, heedless of collateral suffering. praises worshipers who fall in glorious battle. - Grants unnatural endurance, battle frenzy, etc.
The Flickering Grudge - Rakhlor: Revenge, bitterness, karma. - Petty and apathetic. hungers for pain and remorse. - Invoked by those wronged beyond reconciliation. His flickering "light" points to the object of wrath, and leaves the wronged forever changed.
The Withered Saint - Morwyn: Hermits, asceticism, sacred solitude, and harsh lessons. - Hermits and outcasts build shrines to Morwyn, believing hardship is the crucible of truth, or peace and stillness will enlighten them.
The Hearth's Giving - Brenith: sustenance, shared meals, feasts, simple abundance. - Farmers, innkeepers, and wandering families or refugees keep small tokens of Brenith for luck in larders.
The Hearth's Grieving - Jarovel: The counterpart to Brenith, punishes abundance, seeks balance. Locust swarms, wild devouring growth, blighted famines. - Feared more than worshiped, but never forgotten. People leave offerings to stave off droughts and blights.
The Silent Shadow ~ Lord of Lies - Raiden: secrecy, deception, trickery, intelligence, cunning. - unreadable, secretive, patient, conniving. - Favors cunning strategists, spies, illusionists, tricksters, those who swear oaths of secrecy and live lies everyday. - Exiled and Forgotten.
Forgotten gods are either absorbed into other gods (perhaps to later become a new god), fade away, become new gods in the void or absence of other forgotten gods domains, etc.
Exiled gods cannot take part in this divine cycle.
Raiden was exiled from the pantheon of gods.
Raiden, comparable to Loki, was once a renowned god, despite his youth compared to many of the other gods, especially amongst the youth.
People who desired to deceive others, manipulate others as a means to an objective, like trickery, or who wished to conceal themselves or their true intentions or wrongdoings, were Raiden's followers.
Deception, manipulation, intellectual conniving, pranks for personal gain and repute, etc. The more thought out, intelligent, and wit a follower applied to the acts they sought Raiden's assistance and approval in were his favorite. Those who were messy and acted on impulse were not favored by Raiden. Those who became consumed by passion and lashed out mindlessly were actually shunned, even hunted by favored followers of his, if only to protect his own reputation.
In this way, he wasn't viewed as an evil god per se, as many of his followers hunted and ended horrific murderers and the like, but neither was he praised as a benevolent god.
His temples were not in the open, nor did his followers boast of their faith. Secrecy was kept at the forefront of all who worshiped him, making actual temples few and far between, choosing to worship him in other ways instead. He existed in hushed whispers and cautionary tales, but those who felt conencted to the Lord of Lies knew the truth: he took care of his own, and he rewarded those most faithful by including them in his plans for the world, often elevating them among their own kind.
Its been a millenia since his banishment however, and most mortals have never even heard of him. He operates from the shadows to avoid the other gods' detection. He's been playing the long game.
There are few who know of him however, but he keeps his inner circle incredibly tight. The land of the dragons has awakened, not by his own doing, and with it he felt Elsyer's presence...not one of the ancient "gods" but like an infant version of them. He seeks to uncover what happened to them, and see if he can use them to unravel the pantheon's hold over the world. After the pantheon arrived, the Old Gods had mysteriously vanished.
Morrigan is a new potential chosen of Raiden's, but she has to prove herself worthy first and foremost.
Raiden, comparable to Loki, was once a renowned god, despite his youth compared to many of the other gods, especially amongst the youth.
People who desired to deceive others, manipulate others as a means to an objective, like trickery, or who wished to conceal themselves or their true intentions or wrongdoings, were Raiden's followers.
Deception, manipulation, intellectual conniving, pranks for personal gain and repute, etc. The more thought out, intelligent, and wit a follower applied to the acts they sought Raiden's assistance and approval in were his favorite. Those who were messy and acted on impulse were not favored by Raiden. Those who became consumed by passion and lashed out mindlessly were actually shunned, even hunted by favored followers of his, if only to protect his own reputation.
In this way, he wasn't viewed as an evil god per se, as many of his followers hunted and ended horrific murderers and the like, but neither was he praised as a benevolent god.
His temples were not in the open, nor did his followers boast of their faith. Secrecy was kept at the forefront of all who worshiped him, making actual temples few and far between, choosing to worship him in other ways instead. He existed in hushed whispers and cautionary tales, but those who felt conencted to the Lord of Lies knew the truth: he took care of his own, and he rewarded those most faithful by including them in his plans for the world, often elevating them among their own kind.
Its been a millenia since his banishment however, and most mortals have never even heard of him. He operates from the shadows to avoid the other gods' detection. He's been playing the long game.
There are few who know of him however, but he keeps his inner circle incredibly tight. The land of the dragons has awakened, not by his own doing, and with it he felt Elsyer's presence...not one of the ancient "gods" but like an infant version of them. He seeks to uncover what happened to them, and see if he can use them to unravel the pantheon's hold over the world. After the pantheon arrived, the Old Gods had mysteriously vanished.
Morrigan is a new potential chosen of Raiden's, but she has to prove herself worthy first and foremost.
The Old Gods were bound to the planet like Elsyer, though many were able to roam about unlike Elsyer while some few could not, except they did possess god-like power.
The planet was theirs to influence and people that worshiped them were sometimes granted abilities, etc. These ancient beings could cause droughts, tsunamis, earthquakes, eruptions, etc, but they could also grant potent fertility across lands, heal the planet's scars, make it healthy, even empower areas of the world with super natural elements or energies that were neither nefarious nor benevolent, and depending on their desires, or the feats of those accessing them, people could either visit these places and have spiritual awakenings there, leave forever scarred and traumatized, find enlightenment and obtain spiritual gifts or insights, or gain access to certain things that elevated them above others be it good or bad.
The main difference between these ancient earthbound deities and the pantheon of gods that showed up later is that they were actually able to interact with the world and its inhabitants.
The Old Gods disappeared when the Pantheon arrived. Not even the Pantheon's gods knows what happened to them. Whether they're in hiding, migrated, or somehow died off is anyone's guess, but Raiden seeks answers.
I haven't come up with anything for the Old God's per se. I have some ideas, but nothing is set in stone. I'm also open to discussing these as well.
The planet was theirs to influence and people that worshiped them were sometimes granted abilities, etc. These ancient beings could cause droughts, tsunamis, earthquakes, eruptions, etc, but they could also grant potent fertility across lands, heal the planet's scars, make it healthy, even empower areas of the world with super natural elements or energies that were neither nefarious nor benevolent, and depending on their desires, or the feats of those accessing them, people could either visit these places and have spiritual awakenings there, leave forever scarred and traumatized, find enlightenment and obtain spiritual gifts or insights, or gain access to certain things that elevated them above others be it good or bad.
The main difference between these ancient earthbound deities and the pantheon of gods that showed up later is that they were actually able to interact with the world and its inhabitants.
The Old Gods disappeared when the Pantheon arrived. Not even the Pantheon's gods knows what happened to them. Whether they're in hiding, migrated, or somehow died off is anyone's guess, but Raiden seeks answers.
I haven't come up with anything for the Old God's per se. I have some ideas, but nothing is set in stone. I'm also open to discussing these as well.
Okay so I mentioned this mountain being the land of dragons, but for the most part they have kept to themselves or remained dormant for a very long time. No, not all dragons are crow-like. There's a myriad of different types of dragons. They are like demi-gods, at least the most powerful ones are.
Each type of dragon has its tiers. There's the top tier (Morrigan), followed by several like "generals" basically, so on and so forth, the bottom tiers being the most basic and weakest of whatever types of dragon falls under that umbrella, i.e. like worker bees, etc.
Only the highest tiers are capable of shapeshifting into a humanoid. The "generals" beneath Morrigan are able to, but their forms are far less impressive than hers. Every dragon beneath them however, can shapeshift into lesser beings.
For the most part, Morrigan doesn't have to interact with her kind very often, acting basically as their god so to speak. If she has to make an appearance for whatever reason, someone is having either a REALLY bad day, or a REALLY miraculous day.
Do the dragons have their own actual deity? I'm not sure. We can discuss this as well.
The land of dragons is on this mountain, its slopes gradually descending for hundreds of miles, steadily and remarkably for so long that the air is so thin so far from its summit that humans could never get anywhere close to it.
Each type of dragon has its tiers. There's the top tier (Morrigan), followed by several like "generals" basically, so on and so forth, the bottom tiers being the most basic and weakest of whatever types of dragon falls under that umbrella, i.e. like worker bees, etc.
Only the highest tiers are capable of shapeshifting into a humanoid. The "generals" beneath Morrigan are able to, but their forms are far less impressive than hers. Every dragon beneath them however, can shapeshift into lesser beings.
For the most part, Morrigan doesn't have to interact with her kind very often, acting basically as their god so to speak. If she has to make an appearance for whatever reason, someone is having either a REALLY bad day, or a REALLY miraculous day.
Do the dragons have their own actual deity? I'm not sure. We can discuss this as well.
The land of dragons is on this mountain, its slopes gradually descending for hundreds of miles, steadily and remarkably for so long that the air is so thin so far from its summit that humans could never get anywhere close to it.
Morrigan is the Raven Queen. She can command legions of crows and ravens as she sees fit. I haven't come up with all her abilities quite yet, but I plan on humbling her even further. She will not be OP. Unless the story revolves around many god-like beings where she is nowhere near the top. She commands other black bird-type dragons, if she is bothered to intervene.
Dragons aren't like humans. They don't need to feel their power controlling others. She will act in that regard if a dragon beneath her causes problems for her personally, or for other top tier dragon lords or their legions. Otherwise, dragons have much freedom to do as they will, with some obvious caveats such as the periodic tribute or whatnot.
Dragons aren't like humans. They don't need to feel their power controlling others. She will act in that regard if a dragon beneath her causes problems for her personally, or for other top tier dragon lords or their legions. Otherwise, dragons have much freedom to do as they will, with some obvious caveats such as the periodic tribute or whatnot.
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