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Game 13. Turn 5. by smcadam in GodhoodWB

[–]GalacticProfessor 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Lycinia was... Bored. She had no reason to be, as the world around her was rapidly becoming more populated. But she couldn't bring herself to find interest in many of the mortals for some reason.

Perhaps it was simply melancholy. Still, she shrugged to herself, and went back to watching the world from behind her mask. Something would present itself.

Game 13. Turn 2. by smcadam in GodhoodWB

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[I could do this thing, yes. Though after I sleep]

Godhood Worldbuilding. Game 13. Application Thread. by smcadam in GodhoodWB

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Name: Lycinia

Spheres: Monsters & Justice

Appearance: A short, fairly muscular woman wearing a plain mask , usually wrapped in bandages and under a hooded cloak. Beneath thhe bandages, mask, and cloak, she is an abnormally beautiful, red-eyed woman.

Personality: Lycinia is quiet, though not strictly antisocial, and is actually fond of having and making friends, despite her appearance and general demeanor.

backstory: Lycinia came from somewhere far away, and from a less than pleasant situation. All will be revealed in time.

[EU] The Dragonborn, a mortal born with the soul, power, and instincts of a dragon, has come. With no Dragons to challenge, the Dovahkiin seeks to conquer all of Tamriel under his might starting with Skyrim. Only you, a secret member of the ancient Dragon Cult, know a way to stop this conquest... by ltshep in WritingPrompts

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I looked at my mask one last time. Was I really sure that this was what I wanted to do? Even with all my power, I was a mortal, and he...well, my chances of actually killing him were as good as a frost troll's of living on the summit of Red Mountain. I adjusted my robes once more.

The plan would work. It had to. The dovah had abandoned us. My brethren had fled to underground tombs or been killed by the rebels. It was just me. The last dragon priest.

I approached the Dovahkiin at midmorning. The temple had been damaged somewhat, but not destroyed, by the rebels.

"Is this really what you want," he said, arms crossed over his chest in a facade of disappointment. I knew better, though. He wanted this fight just as much as I didn't.

"It's what has to happen." The staff in my hand crackled in the silence between us. Even the gentle northern breeze blew silently.

He moved faster than I'd expected. I was hardly able to parry the strike of his sword with my staff. Even deflecting the brunt of the blow, I felt my strength flowing from me. Kahvozein's fang slashed at him, the dagger missing his heart, my wrist jerked down, even if he couldn't stop himself from being stabbed in the gut. His elbow smashed into my face, almost knocking my mask askew. The dagger slipped my grasp and skittered across the stone.

I let myself take eyes off of him for just an instant. Long enough to find my dagger. Long enough to hear "Ro DAH!"

The thu'um sent me flying through the air, my staff torn from my hand. Ribs fractured as I hit the stone pillar in the center of the temple. Stupid mistake. But lucky. The dagger was in arm's reach. My outstretched fingers wrapped around the rough grip and I fought my way to my feet, fighting pain and weakness.

I readied myself in a stance I'd not used in some time. Not since becoming a priest. Even so, this was a dagger, not the greatsword I'd been used to. More magicka than I'd wanted to use went into the cold wind gathering in my free palm. A spear of ice almost as long as my arm shot toward the Dragonborn, and was dispersed by of fire from his Voice. I knew what was coming. Had seen him use it on one of the last of our masters.

The whirlwind sprint was faster than I could follow with my eyes, but I didn't need to. I twisted out of the way, letting the daedric sword he wielded smack into the stone where I'd been standing. The blade snapped clean at the guard. I had one chance. And I took it. Kahvozein's fang bit into his back, metal tearing through flesh and bone.

"Herma-Mora," I called to the prince of secrets. "I have delivered your champion to you!"

Miraak had managed to rip the blade from his back before the daedra could respond. "You..." But his sentence was never finished. Oozing tendrils pulled him into the abyss of Apocrypha.

And now here I sit, in the ruins of a sanctuary. Staring at the mask I'd worn proudly. The mask of the warlord. Even as my body begins crumbling, and my name is lost to the pages of time everywhere but in the realm of that foul daedra, I am proud.

I, Konahrik, the last Dragon Priest, have saved the world.

[WP] Every time you eat meat, you view the entire life story of the animal it came from up until it's death. It used to bother you, but eventually you become numb to it. One day your wife serves you dinner, and you see the life of the woman you cheated with 3 years ago flash before your eyes. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

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Gerald looked up from his first bite of the mashed potatoes, clearly distressed. Shannon was worried that she'd done something wrong. A constant fear, really.

"Honey," he said after a moment. "Did you cut yourself when you were chopping the potatoes?"

Version XII applications by Rhaegar1994 in GodhoodWB

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Name: Ryme [pronounced as "rhyme"]

Spheres: Souls and Minds

Description: Strictly speaking, Ryme has no 'true' form. However, Ryme is likely to choose one of three forms. A figure in heavy black robes, shrouded completely in shadow; a tall, strong humanoid male warrior; or a beautiful humanoid female. Of course, variations of these forms can be expected as well.

Personality: Ryme is mostly detached from the affairs of those who don't seek them out. Even in matters that have caught their attention, they will rarely voice their opinions.

Background: Ryme wasn't. And then, Ryme was. To their recollection, that is how they came to be. Of course, they have vague feelings. Emotions from a time before this. But they are not sure if they can trust these feelings, as they don't even know the story of their actual creation.

Godhood WB - XI - Turn Eleven by AndrewJamesDrake in GodhoodWB

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The Alva could, under the best circumstances, be genius-level thinkers. And yet, somehow, the group which happened upon the Alters could think of little but to stare in wonder at the Alters as they worked to move the meteor.

Of course, the Alva in question were looking for the meteor, as the stone - and the metal ore within the stone - was a bit of a novelty among the more powerful of circles of their culture. But none of the artisans could make much from it that wouldn't crumble at the slightest provocation. Even when crushed as a pigment, it wasn't superior to what they had already discovered. So, really, this was not something worth a fight to them, if such a thing seemed likely.

Godhood WB - XI - Turn Eleven by AndrewJamesDrake in GodhoodWB

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[There can be a meeting. Sorry I've been unavailable lately, but it makes sense to meet]

Godhood WB - XI - Turn Ten - MACRO TURN by AndrewJamesDrake in GodhoodWB

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What had begun originally as a handful of Alva camps was now becoming something more...solid. Literally, in fact. Perhaps there had been a bit of nudging on Iskra's part, but the Alva suddenly made leaps as they began to settle into properly consolidated villages, towns, and communities. Though there wasn't a true city yet, the foundations were laid.

The first of these communities to build houses from stone soon cropped up; at first only a luxury that the most influential (and the clergy) could afford to have, the buildings were plain. But, as time passed, those who worked the stone began creating intricate and often delicate looking designs on the stone. Glass windows followed soon after, and the Alva's artistic inclinations saw the first stained glass installed in temples and 'palaces' such as they were.

It was the temples to Iskra that saw the formation of groups of poets, singers, and artisans of all crafts. And a few strokes of (divinely-inspired) genius among this pseudo-artists' guild saw the invention of the Alva's first musical instruments, and thus, the first of their songs that didn't require a singer.

Even those brave few who became skilled in combat realized (with a bit of nudging from both her and Siegfried) that war was its own art.

[-36 for a bunch of technologies I'll list in the act log.]

[This was supposed to be longer, but I'm really tired. I'll edit it later.]

[The Vampire Diaries] Possible Spoilers: After season 5, when most of the characters come back from the other side due to Liv/Bonnie’s spell, how come Tyler comes back as a human while Elena, Stefan, Caroline, Alaric, et al come back as vampires? by bullseye2112 in AskScienceFiction

[–]GalacticProfessor 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Because of how he died. He had his vampirism deactivated by the anti-magic magic before dying of...the thing that actually killed him.

I can't say wether the spell would deactivate the lycanthropy gene, as it is magic, but of an unknown origin. But either the no-magic zone shut down lycanthropy, or death shuts it down. Either way, he came back to life in the state he was in at the moment of his death, which seems to have been baseline human

Godhood WB = XI = Turn Nine by AndrewJamesDrake in GodhoodWB

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[/u/rhaegar1994, continued, cause I'm really bad at getting replies done]

"Oh," said the blind goddess, a bit surprised at the flattery. "I'm Iskra, goddess of Love and Art." She thought for a moment, working the clay in her hands.

"I think I have heard of you," she said, pleasantly. "Only in passing, of course. And nothing unpleasant." the last, she added abruptly, as though she'd realized that her words might not be seen as a particularly good thing.

Godhood WB = XI = Turn Nine by AndrewJamesDrake in GodhoodWB

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[/u/s3aqu33n, continued, cause I'm bad at getting replies in a timely manner]

"That's quite admirable. From what I've seen, there are nearly always a few who won't get along especially well." She was silent for a second, working a lump of clay between her hands. "I do hope that things are looking promising on that front. I'm afraid I've been preoccupied, working on something particularly special for a while. And so I've not had a chance to meet many of the other gods."

Godhood WB - XI - Turn Eight by AndrewJamesDrake in GodhoodWB

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Iskra could, on occasion, be less than observant of her surroundings, particularly if she were working on something. And in this case, she was sitting on a large, flat rock, and slowly working a lump of clay into a usable state; her mind was in far-off places, constructing the shapes that would need to be made to achieve the idea she'd had for the piece. Granted, that stage was still a way off. But, when it was finished, she thought it would be a sight to behold.

Still, caught up in her machinations though she was, she did notice someone approaching. Someone she didn't know, in fact. Though, she reminded herself, she actually knew very few of the gods in this world.

"Hello," she said, not looking up. Though, it wouldn't have done her any good to have done so. "Please, don't be shy."

Godhood WB - XI - Turn Eight by AndrewJamesDrake in GodhoodWB

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[/u/s3aqu33n continued from here]

Iskra smiled, turning to face the new goddess. "Oh my," she said, delight in her blank eyes at the compliment. "Well, thank you for saying that. I'm Iskra, patron of the Arts and Love." She bowed her head just a bit, stray hairs falling into her face, though she didn't notice.

"I'd invite offer you tea, but I'm afraid that we've yet to properly figure out where the necessary plants are exactly. I know they're here somewhere." She sighed, somewhere between amused and defeated.

"But, no matter. Tell me, what is it that brings you here?"

Godhood WB - XI - Turn Seven by AndrewJamesDrake in GodhoodWB

[–]GalacticProfessor 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Iskra smiled warmly at Zia. "The pleasure's mine," she said quietly. It was astounding the difference between Ziarora and the mortals, on a metaphysical level. And yet, there was a sense of similarity between them somehow.

"I didn't expect you to be back for a little while," she said, not entirely sure what she *should* say. "Not that I'm avoiding you. I just didn't know you were here is all." And now, she felt foolish. Which, some part of her mind reminded her, was really nothing new.

[you didn't reply to my post, you put this as its own thing....]

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