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| 28 Sep 2013 06:57 PM |
"My first gift, mortal, is the gift of the changeling. Should you take this gift, you shall be granted a brand new humanoid body that is to your specification in form; however, I cannot guarantee that I shall craft the body exactly how you wish. This body shall be sustained by a biological core- an organ within you that contains all your life-force. So long as this core is safe, your body shall heal at an extreme rate and shall not age. The body is extremely flexible, and may also be changed somewhat by yourself- you may extend any appendage by 50%, and you may change the toughness of your skin and adjust your muscle density to well past human levels- this body is also far faster and has far better reflexes than any human being alive. You may also change the physical features of this form, including age, gender, and muscle mass.
However, this body is mortal- should the core be destroyed, you will die. The body will also eventually succumb to age; however it will never show any outwards signs of ageing and shall be extremely long lived. You may not flex any appendages that have been extended; they remain rigid.
The second gift is that of the ascendant. You shall be given a human body, which you may decide the physical features of before it is crafted. The human body shall be long lived, though not as long lived as the changeling. The body will age slowly over its whole lifetime; as if a normal human being had its ageing process stretched out over many, many years- however, you shall start in this body at an age that makes you resemble a 17 year old, physically. You shall heal at the rate of a healthy, normal human being. You will have a powerful potential for telekinesis and telepathy, which shall grow passively over half of your lifetime- once you hit your midlife, your powers shall be fully developed. You may master three powerful skills, which shall be revealed to you through your journey. Telekinesis and telepathy are the least taxing of your powers; at most, they shall feel as if you are maintaining a brisk jog.
This body, however, is very mortal and is as susceptible to death as any normal human, and you must always maintain and practice your abilities lest you begin to lose your proficiency in them. Your ageing process shall begin at roughly a seventeen year old, and shall be stretched out across your long life to an elderly being.
The third gift is that of the sussarant. You are granted a spiritual form that most mortals cannot perceive. This form cannot be harmed, and cannot be killed. You cannot die. Though you are not omniscient, you have the ability to learn an infinite amount of information and will never forget anything you have learnt. Your mind will never falter, in any way. Every once a decade, you may send a mortal messenger, and you may send visions to them. The more faithful followers you have, brought by your messenger, the more you are able to realize the full potential of your power.
Beyond these traits, you have no guarantees with this gift; your abilities shall unfold as you gain more followers.
The final gift is the gift of the construct. You are gifted the form of an indestructible arcane construct, powered by an indestructible arcane core- which your soul is fused to, permanently. The construct will appear, feel and sound like a normal human being, of your physical specifications. The construct is physically powerful, and very resistant to damage. When you do become damaged, however, you will leak arcane energies into the surrounding environment. This will be damaging to most biological life. The construct has considerable reserves of magical energies to be used either defensively or offensively. The construct may de-construct itself into arcane energies, and reform where it desires. It cannot tire, or know pain.
The construct will literally never die. It will never change its form from its inception. The construct may never sleep, neither may it shut down. Whilst the construct has a large reserve of energy, it may never create spells; rather, it can only create very simple defensive and offensive structures, such as a shield or as a cutting beam."
After his long, wordy explanation of the gifts, the shadow moves towards you for the first time. You begin to realize just how tall he is; perhaps seven foot or even more.
"So, mortal", he says- the voice coming from within himself, rather than from inside you, "which gift shall you take? Oh- and of course; you are more than able to back out and decline the gifts. Though, through this, I cannot guarantee your safety." |
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| 28 Sep 2013 07:05 PM |
| "These truly are spectacular gifts, shadow-man..." Tim says, before finally deciding. "May I please have the Gift of the Sussarant?" |
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| 28 Sep 2013 07:16 PM |
"Certainly, mortal. I hope you enjoy your eternity."
The process of having your soul ripped out of you and transformed into a fledgling god is certainly a unique one. It is odd to have the structure of one's spirit- the wraithbones, the heartstrings, and the life-vessels broken and torn apart, reformed into entirely new structures and pieces.
You begin to perceive an area around you. You are able to make out a large town, with cobbled streets and ornate stone buildings. In the centre of the town, there lies a large cathedral which has its spires aspiring to the heavens. You can see every inhabitant of this town, and you can make out their every thought- you quickly learn this town is known as Mare, and you know that it resides in the country of Kira. However, beyond the borders of Mare, there is a thick black fog- it obscures your vision, and you find yourself unable to look past it.
You are able to send a messenger now, if you so choose to. |
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| 28 Sep 2013 07:19 PM |
| I might as well send down a messenger. |
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| 28 Sep 2013 07:33 PM |
| Well, you best decide who shall be your messenger! Describe what he will be like, and he shall arrive in Mare through the eastern gate. |
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| 28 Sep 2013 07:36 PM |
| He will be tall, with a cloak that he never takes off due to a scarred face, and a thick, black beard and bright red eyes are the only parts of his face that are visible. He will also ride a large, black horse the color of his cloak. |
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| 28 Sep 2013 07:57 PM |
From the eastern gate of Mare entered a tall rider. He was well built in frame, however it was difficult to guess at his true proportions due to his cloak that covered his face and some of his body. The messenger moved throughout the town, looking around and getting to know where things are.
What will you have him do? |
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| 28 Sep 2013 08:00 PM |
| He should probably go to the local inn or tavern to find out what's in this area. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 02:26 AM |
The most popular tavern in Mare was called The Golden Lion. It was almost as old as Mare itself, and carried with it an architectural style that set it out of place of all the other stone buildings; whilst most of them were quite square and ridged, The Golden Lion was still rather smooth and sleek in it's curves. It stood out, though it was by no means ugly or garish.
The Rider found Mare's communal stables with relative ease. Mare seems to have been designed to allow very easy travel in and out of it, suggesting that it may be a trading town.
The Rider entered The Golden Lion, and found it to be a very busy place. There were all kinds of people there- travellers, like himself, labourers, landlords, and of course- rather promiscuous ladies. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 02:30 AM |
| I command for him to ask about Mare's history. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 02:58 AM |
The Rider approaches an old man, dressed in rather expensive clothing. He seems to have a thing for the colour blue; almost everything he wears is a rich blue shade. He enquires about the town's history, to which the old man replies with an eagerness to share his knowledge.
He tells the story of Mare, a large trading town in the centre of Kira, and it's importance to the local area. He tells of it's beginnings, from when a divine entity known as the "First King" walked the earth some two hundred years ago, and created all the nations and all the peoples and all the cities seen today. He begins to run on a tangent, and tells how he created the nations to live in harmony with one another- yet, war and strife is commonplace. He tells of how Mare is often a target for siege, and is often occupied for years at a time.
"But we press on," he says, "allowing us to continue our rich history. Is there anything else you'd like to know?" |
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| 29 Sep 2013 03:11 AM |
| "Yes. Does the First King have a tomb or something of the sort?" |
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| 29 Sep 2013 03:21 AM |
The man doesn't seem too sure on the details in his speech, but still he offers his knowledge. "I should have mentioned this- the First King didn't truly die. He's just locked away, imprisoned by his own creation. You see, there was a nation called Iteria. It was a great and mighty nation, ruled by a rather tyrannical Lord, who's name has been all but erased from history. The Lord thought himself stronger than the First King, and sought to control him and his powers- and so, he raised a grand army of Iterians to go and capture the First King. The battle was a long and ferocious one, ending in the First King being binded in chains held strong by ties of powerful dark magic. The First King knew he would be unable to escape- however, he knew that he could muster one last strike against the Iterians and their Lord. He cast a curse upon all the land, transforming it from lush and fertile grassland to dead and empty darklands. No living things reside in Iteria anymore, aside from the First King himself."
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| 29 Sep 2013 03:36 AM |
| "What towns are close by?" I command my messenger to ask. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 03:53 AM |
"Well, you've got Mire to the south- that's the capital. Lots of politics and stuff goes on there, and not much else. You've also got Tarl to the east, which is a large fortress city- made to hold off against invasions and the likes. To the west and north of the city are the great plains, where you'll mainly find mines and smaller towns." Says the man, finally pausing to look the rider up and down.
"You're not from around here, are you?" |
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| 29 Sep 2013 04:51 AM |
| "No, I'm from very, very far away." |
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| 29 Sep 2013 04:53 AM |
The man looks somewhat confused. "Would you tell me of this place you come from?" |
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| 29 Sep 2013 04:56 AM |
| "It's hard to describe. Like trying to describe the color red to a blind man." |
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| 29 Sep 2013 04:58 AM |
"Ah. I see. Or rather, I do not..." the man said, trailing off for a moment. "Where will you be going now?" He asks. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 05:08 AM |
| "I quite like this town. I suppose I might stay for a while, before continuing onwards." |
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| 29 Sep 2013 05:09 AM |
| "Do you have any plan what exactly you'll do here? You seem somewhat directionless." |
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| 30 Sep 2013 03:27 AM |
| "I suppose I'll take a look at any public libraries that there are. And then maybe some not-so-public ones, as well." |
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| 30 Sep 2013 10:21 AM |
| "If that's your plan, I could direct you to a large collection of books." The old man offers, a slight smirk coming across his face. |
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| 30 Sep 2013 06:22 PM |
| My messenger stops, and is clearly interested in finding out about the library. |
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