Ehbobo wrote:Objection! I clearly stated that I was in the mountains. The sandworms are desert creatures.
As for my artifact, wow. I had no idea that it was so powerful. I was actually doubting myself on creating it because I didn't think it would be strong enough. What can perception be used for until level 10, exactly? Anyway, I want to reforge my shia'surna to give me +1 to power when in combat. It strikes me as the sort of thing an uber-paranoid god like Ka'Arthan would have.
Ehbobo wrote:in his castle at the highest mountain of his chosen continent.
Crovius wrote:he was trying to call everyone out from there, but he can't do that so his whole post pretty much has to be retconned as right now none of you are powerful enough to communicate without ebing at least within 1 mile of eachother.
Concept: Ka'Arthan is an old god. He is the last surviving immortal of the first world. All others have fallen in an end of days, but he alone has lasted from the very beginning until the present day. He known much about the Omniscient, more than any other being ever has. This knowledge is not of much interest to him, but of great interest to the god-creator himself and Ka'Arthan fears that the Omniscient will conspire against him to finally end him in this world. Ka'Arthan's secret to surviving so long was his flexibility; on each world he has created a different race, with different strengths, using different strategies. Only one thing has been constant over the countless eons: his sons have always formed a great empire.
Personality: Ka'Arthan's moods swing wildly from benefaction to obliteration at the drop of a hat. Some say that this is an effect of his incredible age, that the stress of creating worlds and the constant fear and paranoia of an Omniscient assassination has eroded his mind. If this is true then it still has quite a ways to go; despite his emotional defects he is still as clever and powerful as ever. Ka'Arthan is motivated by an intense love for his followers, as he sees them as the only allies he has against the world. Although other races recognize and occasionally give homage to him, Ka'Arthan will acknowledge them only if they interact with his chosen people. This usually constitutes war, or at least it has since his brain began to rot.
Appearance: Ka'Arthan appears in many different forms, a new one for each situation. When in battle, he is a great silhouette with a golden body, two pairs of arms one silver and one bronze, steel legs, and a black featureless head. When communing with other gods, he takes an impressive shape: a man wrapped in green snakes like a mummy in cloth, the only visible body parts being his hands, feet, and slitted purple eyes. When on the world he is a bronze skinned and fierce-looking man, wearing streamlined red armor that ends in dozens of points on his back and with a crest of multicolored plumes extending out of the back of his neck. He will also sometimes take an animal form, that of a three-headed snake.
Divine Rank: 1
Symbols: Ka'Arthan is often symbolized by the triple-headed snake or a winged serpent. In his temples, followers kneel before an idol of a four-armed figure in a meditative pose, despite the fact that Ka'Arthan only takes that form when in combat. His favored weapon is uncreatable by mere mortals; it is called a shia'surna, a long dagger that can be wielded in one hand and is present in all of his forms. It is special because it is made of steel mixed with water, and doesn't merely slash but rather flows through the air, bending and curving with the wind and through chink in armor but strengthening the moment it encounters flesh.
So if that's all right, here's my first turn:
Ka'Arthan wishes to begin anew. He had grown weary of the previous world; his race had developed backwards and their great empire had begun to crumble from internal fighting and corruption. Perhaps it was his fault: he had had a better idea for a race and spent his time planning for them, rather than nurturing his people. He suspected that it was the Omniscient's fault really, that he had sabotaged the species that Ka'Arthan had poured his soul into to make him grow dissatisfied. No matter, it was finally time to start again. He would begin by preparing the great western continent for habitation. He had decided that he would name it Khal'taria.
The first step must be to create towering mountains in the northeastern peninsula, steadily shrinking in size as the range moves traveled across the coast to the northwest. South of the mountain chain the continent becomes a massive plain across the entire interior, with a multitude of rives snaking across it. The southern peninsula becomes a scorched desert where few things will survive.
I don't know if I have enough power left, but I'll give it a shot.
Ka'Arthan watched from in hiding as the Parasite passed through his lands. His mind works feverishly to unravel the implications; a plot? sent by the Omniscient? a scouting mission for planned conquest? Already their continents have been linked against his will. He must do something! He must protect his unborn people from this menace! With a wave of his four arms, Ka'Arthan calls into being the greatest creatures that ever have existed!
Have you ever read the Dune Chronicles? I want fricking sandworms! If you haven't, the wikipedia article is pretty accurate. The most important sections are the introduction, physiology, and lifecycle. I want them identical to the series except they don't produce melange.
"I need more energy!" Ka'Arthan roared in frustration as he contemplated his options. The sandworms were great and powerful, but they WEREN'T ENOUGH! If The Parasite and Xeras banded together, he would have very little chance of victory. If Den Carvos joined he would never survive. He needed a way to block them.
The means were in his hands, to begin with. His first shia'surna was to become an artifact. Yes. That would do nicely. But what should it let him do?... Ah. Of course. Knowledge is power. By slashing it through the air, it will show him what the other immortals are doing. It will show him whatever he wants to see...
The small one was disgusting, a mass of flesh and tentacles. Ka'Arthan remembered it as the Parasite. It was one of the false gods, he scoffed. Not created by the Omniscient, an aspirer to power it stole from true Lords of Creation. This mockery of his own armored form was little better. His artifact told him that it was Xeras, who was not meant to be a god at its creation. If there were two things that Ka'Arthan despised, they were false-gods and imposers.
Staring at these two immortals, his fears seemed to have manifested themselves. Just moments ago while reforging his shia'surna he had feared that the Parasite and Xeras might join to defeat him. Now they were together in his castle at the highest mountain of his chosen continent. He took necessary action. At least, that's how it was seen in his twisted, fragile mind.
The man serpent robes vanished, and in his place another figure rose from the ground. A four-armed man, composed of metal and darkness, grew quickly out of the floor. He thrashed his silver and bronze arms and stamped a steel foot. With his second pair of hands, he pointed at each of the intruding gods and roared:
"I am Ka'Arthan, eldest of the deities! You have invaded my palace, my home! Go! NOW! I will not forgive or forget if you disobey my will, and the punishment will be DEATH! I have outlived countless gods greater than yourselves, and I WILL OUTLIVE THE OMNISCIENT HIMSELF! Never again must you so much as CAST YOUR EYES upon my domain! THIS CONTINENT! IS! MIIIIIIIINE!!!!!!!"
Sinrus wrote:Lux Lucis and Zorea finish their counsel, and together they fly south across the world. Zorea is silent on her great wings, as is the sea god. He knows not what his fellow immortal is thinking while she soars, but he is filled with apprehension. Their destination is the wasteland island, home of Teserath.
They land before the dark specter and he stares at them unspeakingly. His third eye seems to penetrate Lux's skin and delve into his mind. Visions of darkness and sorrow fill his eyes and he chills, his skin crawling. With a heave of mental effort, Lux shakes it off and says, "Are you Teserath? We have come to ask a favor of you."