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I've been wanting to start this RP up for a while, but the boards were always down, so I can finally start it. My idea is that everyone interested in this RP either create a god or goddess of their liking, that's within reason. nothing stupid like the god of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll, or you can just choose to be a greek god such as Athena, Zeus, Aphrodite, Poseidon, Ares, and others. If you choose to create your own god, include an in-depth description on them, their feelings on humans, other gods, and their friends. And if you want to, you can even be a human that is somehow attached to a god, kind of like how Aphrodite always showed up with Xena, lol. Maybe not the best example, but anyways, this RP is basically interaction between the gods....maybe a fight, a love triangle, a friendship, jealousy....whatever, its basically up to everyone else to create a storyline. It can be anything you want, there isn't that many limitations. Just don't be idiotic or you'll be ignored. Anyone interested, please comment on who you would like to be, and describe yourself.

First of all, I'm going to be the male version of Athena, so, I'll just name myself Athenon, god of wisdom. Now that doesn't automatically make Athena not available anymore. Anyone wishing to be her may do so still. Of course, there's bound to be interaction between us. Athenon is a quiet, wise young god. He tends to help humans a lot more than the rest of the gods, and interacts with mankind a lot. He has a deep respect for them, and does not use them as pawns. He aids those who are indecisive, and helps them to solve their problems with logical thinking. He also has been known to save innocent people's lives if they are wrongly charged with a crime and he also tries to stop humans from commiting suicide by showing them the things that could happen to them if they decided to keep their lives.



Athenon sat in his massive palace upon Mount Olympus pondering what to do next. He was growing tired of his usual routine of saving humans every day. He was not too close with any of the other gods, and wished to possibly talk to them. However, he wasn't a social person, so he tended to avoid them as much as possible.

What was he to do next? Maybe he'd go for a walk...

DIBBIES ON YAHWEH/ELOHI/ALLAH!!

ooooh, I've always WANTED to be a paranoid, paternalistic, schizophrenic Deity....

By the way, Athenon, I doubt there will be much meaningful interaction between us, because of course, you're just a false pagan god who doesn't really exist anyway.

((OOC: I'm envisioning Yaweh as a sort of "mental patient of the gods," denying reality with all his might, but also going on dangerous rampages.... fun, huh?))

DIBBIES ON YAHWEH/ELOHI/ALLAH!!

ooooh, I've always WANTED to be a paranoid, paternalistic, schizophrenic Deity....

By the way, Athenon, I doubt there will be much meaningful interaction between us, because of course, you're just a false pagan god who doesn't really exist anyway.

((OOC: I'm envisioning Yaweh as a sort of "mental patient of the gods," denying reality with all his might, but also going on dangerous rampages.... fun, huh?))

you're character is good and all...but I don't appreciate your 'mocking' of my character in the RP. That's why it IS an RP, so we can create new ideas and things that havent been thought of before.

TAG

"Mocking?" How can I "mock" something that doesn't exist?

Remember, I am the Creator of all that exists, and I sure don't remember creating YOU.

I'm going to create myself a bowl of pudding, now, and then go down to the crafts room. I'm working on a fiery comet that's going to destroy California.

I shall be Spede, God of Speed and Lightning (Odd combination, don't you think?). Spede is a rather mellow God, he does not take an active role in the lives of mortals, preferring to sit up in Trone and watch the lives of his subjects (Picture a modern day teenager. Except his TV is the lives of every human on the planet). He is rather kindhearted, so if anything drastic does occur on Earth he will interfere to protect the existence of civilization, as well as protect the people if a large majority are endangered. If he is required to interfere he does it extremely indirectly whenver possible (making one person miss a bus so they can't talk to another person who will then not discover a way to (insert random thing here)). Also, he has a bad case of acne (pathetic, I know, but I just wanted an excuse to do this) so, using his rather extreme speed, he keeps his body constantly vibrating, making his face nothing but a blur.

Spede sat in Trone, glanceing down upon the World. He heaved a sigh, unamused by the procedings. Everything was so tired recently. The hapenings were all more recent reinactments of old occurances, nothing new. For once, he tired of being a God. As a mortal he would have been born into the World and lived through it, eventually passing onward to Heofen. As a God he was born into the World and lived and lived and lived. As a wise man once said "Fire and brimstone are excellent forms of eternal torture, but they do not even compare to boredom."

Tired of Trone he flitted down to Earth, walking among a beautiful garden...."

"Mocking?" How can I "mock" something that doesn't exist?

Remember, I am the Creator of all that exists, and I sure don't remember creating YOU.

I'm going to create myself a bowl of pudding, now, and then go down to the crafts room. I'm working on a fiery comet that's going to destroy California.

don't even bother to post here anymore, you're ignored. thanks for almost ruining the entire idea.

God of War? Too obvious.
God of Thunder? Too cliched.
God of Filing? Too obscure.
God of Evil Space Pixies? Too acid.
God of Jedi? Too Lucas
God of Gods? Too Christian.
I'm running out of ideas here.

don't even bother to post here anymore, you're ignored. thanks for almost ruining the entire idea.

((OOC: Well, don't get your knickers in a knot.... sheeeeeesh, you've got a short fuse. Why not go with the flow? I'm not out to wreck your RP, just create a particular character-- dislikable, maybe, but a valid character nonetheless. Like your crazy uncle who keeps showing up at holiday gatherings and doing impossible things.

Feh... no sense of humor, wonder, or whimsy here, clearly....))

Oh oh!
Can I be the Ohgod of Hangovers? 8)
OK, seriously...
War, God of...War.
(Y'know, War, as in Four Horsemen? I read way to much Discworld...)

War is...war. He watches over great heros, generals, and other things like that. He usualy takes the appearance similar to that of Santa Clause, only a bit less jolly. Quite a huge man, well muscled, carries a big sword, and rides a large, reddish horse, whose saddle is ringed by human heads secured to it via rope. He spends his 'off time' in a long house (would War live anywhere else?) with a bunch of former heros who eat and drink all day, and fight to the death at night, then rise again and repeat the proccess. He drinks, eats and has an inapropriate sense of humor.

War sat on his horse. Just below, the two armies clashed, red against black. Black was not winning. Their tactics were wrong, their numbers to small, and red was moving in for the kill. Behind the advancing black wave the bodies mounted, heaps of dismembered corpses were the only highground in the Yard, and the reds had them all.
Not that it mattered to the ants.
War heaved a sigh. These were the only decent battles now, humans simply lined up and shot each other, there was no heroism, acts of bravery or men clashing with giant mythical beasts. In honour if his visit the human heads typicaly present on his saddle had been replaced by ant heads, feelers and all. He wondered if they noticed.

OOC: Ooooh, that's a good one DGNT

OOC:
Ah, praise from the praiseworthy?

I am Muntgrubly, the Leperian Goddess of Poetry, Culture, and the Arts.

(You may have heard of me. A great Vogon poet immortalized me in that unforgettable ode...

"Oh, furdled Muntgrubly,
Thy micturicians are to me...")

My mission is to bring Art, Culture, and Poetry to all beings everywhere.

The highest form of artistic expression being, of course, the Limerick, I hereby announce a Divine Limerick Contest, the prize for which will be the fabulous Golden Banana of Muntgrubly.

Entries may be submitted until the Eve of the Great Limerick Festival, at which time I shall manifest myself unto my followers and award the Banana.

OOC: DGNT: being a god of hangovers would be quite interesting...maybe we can create another RP with all abnormal gods, and other crazy oddities.


Athenon decided that he would go to earth, and walk around in the fields of Athens. (ironic, eh?) As he descended to the ground...he wondered...should he make himself visible to humans and deal with their...problems? or should he just stay under his cloak...nah...i might as well be visible...maybe a pretty human girl can make my day a little better...He began to walk through the fields of Athens...it used to be so beautiful. what happened? Wars...fires...natural disasters...so many things that ruined the true beauty of earth. Athenon has always been one to solve problems diplomatically and logically before getting involved in any type of 'war' or 'struggle'. Everyone was careful of making him angry because he was one of the best strategizers in the existence of the world and the gods. Only one god, War, could rival his strategies. As his pathway ended, he ran into a large garden full of wild, exotic flowers he had never seen before. It was beautiful...

Spede approached Athenon after spotting him from a distance, recognizing him as a God he had not witnessed before. He flits in a circle, eyeing up the new Immortal (you can never be to careful). Assured that the Lord was not overly engaged in the violent and cruel actions that Gods normaly amuse themselves with he approached, slowing to make himself visible (but he still does the head-blur thing)

"Greetings, I am Spede, lord of Trone. Who are you?"

OOC: Not the God of Hangovers, the Ohgod of Hangovers, see, when people witness him they say "oh GOD." ;)

IC:
War looked up angrily as a large foot came down, crushing half of the red army, the blacks quickly took advantage and began slicing through the stunned reds, almost reaching the main anthill before the counterattack was stopped.
War quickly sized up, that is, upped his size until he was back to his normal 6 foot 6 and glared at Athenon.
"Do you ALWAYS have to do that?" He said, pointing down "Oh, and the reds are about to advance over your foot, I would move." He snapped his finger and the ant heads vanished in a puff of red smoke, replaced by the more typical human variety.

Zeboim sat on the shores of the sea, her form was one that was visible to mortals but only another God would be able to know that this was not a mortal but a Goddess. Her eyes were the color of monshine on blue water, her beauty was that of the bluest ocean and her face was serene, but you would feel the disquiet, the feeling of awsome and chaotic power beneath the surface. She wore armor that glistened with water and looked like fish scales, her silver hair flowed down into the tides, her skin was as white as the moon.

Zeboim, called among humans as Darkling Sea but among the dark sea elves as Sea Mother was the Goddess of the Sea, Empress of Storms and Tidal Waves and all the destructive powers of the ocean.

But today she was quiet, she was wanting the company of other immortals and she would seek them out but for now she wanted to look upon the dawn as it rose upon her domain, the ocean.

(Tag) and dibbs on Poseidon

I am Athenon, lord of Athens...beautiful garden here...If only the rest of the world could mimic its beauty...I'm sorry...I'm going off into another rant of mine. What brings you down here to Athens? Do you know of any other gods around here? It seems that there are more than I thought there could possibly be...

He paused...and stared at Spede. He seemed like he was somehow...scared...he wondered it his presence was threatening..and he gave off an odd look to Spede. Maybe there was a reason he didn't have very many friends, gods or humans..

"I have grown tired of Trone. There is nothing to occupy the mind of an Immortal than to frolic and watch that which occurs in the World. I have sated my lusts, the maidens no longer hold sway of my emotions so I am no longer constrained by frolicing. The World has grown tedious, the same patterns of hate and intolerance surging upward and receding, repeating the same events. Trone has been losing its appeal for an Eon, so I decided to venture forth. No matter how often it is done, a walk in the park will do nothing except sooth the mind and relax the spirit."

Spede then turns, first noticing War and his threatening posture. Aware of the human heads on the horse. Edgeing backwards he raises a hand behind his back, readying a lightning strike in case it is needed.

Zeboim left the sea and appeared in the city of Athens and walked it's streets, she loved the chaos, she took even more pleasure at causing a surprise tsunami to rise out of no where and was poised the city. Oh how the screams of horror and the sensation of dying mortals would bring her so much pleasure. But before she dropped the killer wave, which was now over a mile high, she felt the closeness of other immortals. "Well, I'll let the city sweat while I have a nice chat before killing everyone." she thought as she appeared before the immortals and ske spoke in her voice that was as deep as the ocean and filled with the void of it's eternal abyss.

"Hello, I am Zeboim, the Goddess of the Sea, may I ask who you are?"

Poseidon was bored. So, he headed up from his home in the sea up to mt. Olympus

War glances at Spede, and notices the lightning.
"Ahhh, so it was you who killed Volfson at the battle of the Creek, I figured you would remember me, I was next to him. He holds his sword up to signal the final glorious charge to victory, and out of a clear blue sky a lightning bolt fries him. Or is this another God of Lightning I am thinking of? And dont worry, I dont do gods, only humans can kill us."
After a moment of thought he seems to decide that such a comment is to philosophical for War and looks slightly embarassed.

No Spede. Don't do it. He's not worth it... War, I've told you time and time again...humans aren't puppets to be played around with. Mankind is very delicate when it comes to mind games, and is easily influenced by you. It's not right to take advantage of that...How about you just leave them alone...and I don't understand how the slaughtering of mankind satisfies you...Let them solve their own problems when it comes to something serious such as war, and if they don't resolve it, then don't egg them on. Let them act out war by themselves, if anything, I myself would be interested in the type of strategy they decide to use. If I see that a side has been terribly wronged by the other, I may give them a new type of strategy to defeat the enemy....

OOC: doesn't anyone notice Zeboim? Or the giant mile tall wave that isn't moving but is ready to hit the city?

Posiedon looked down and saw his sea obliterating things without his approval.
"Wtf?"

At that same moment, Athenon disappeared, and gathered up all of the strength that he could to run into a house full of 5 people, 2 parents, and 3 little children, and just before the tidal wave hit, he, along with the family, disappeared and reappeared in a small town 70 miles away from their home town. He told them to be careful, and gave them enough money to start a new life...away from the rage of the sea. He then reappeared among Spede and War...trying to keep them separate...

OOC: Note on Zeboim:

There are two things that make her different from Posiedon (besides the obvious)

1. Zeboim is a Glutton.

2. Unlike Posiedon who is just Temperamental, she is an evil Goddess rivaled in her darkness only by her mother Takhisis, the Dragonqueen.

Posiedon appered where the town used to be. "What the hades happened? The sea obyes me. How did it work without me?"
The sea god was puzzled.

Spede glares at Zeboim, enraged beyond reason

"Why? Why must you do that? What pleasure does it bring you? WHat good may come of it?"

With that he raises his hands and brings forth a bolt of lightning which strikes the tidal wave, evaporating the wall of water

The massive wave had struck the city at full force, leaving destruction and death in it's wake. Zeboim looked upon the suffering and agony she had caused and moaned in pleasure and delight as she watched a mother holding a dead baby in her arms, her agony so total that she was unable to cry. But if she knew what stood before her she would do more than cry, she would scream and scream until she was dead and death would be a mercy compared to the "entertainments" that Zeboim delighted in.

He then turns to Poseidon

Mighty Earthshaker, constrain this upstart. She endangers the lives of many for no reason, for no gain, not even her own. Merely for the pleasure of killing. Control your domain, or I shall be forced to do it for you.

(It's a threat told to Poseidon but is threatening Zeboim)

Posiedon desided not to let this happen here agian until he could find out what happened, and froze the sea within a mile radius.

Zeboim laughted at Spede in the sweet glitterly laugh of a young maiden at her first ball and said, "That is the whole point, to bring misery and suffering to the world, a world I will one day rule if I had my way."

He then turns to Poseidon

Mighty Earthshaker, constrain this upstart. She endangers the lives of many for no reason, for no gain, not even her own. Merely for the pleasure of killing. Control your domain, or I shall be forced to do it for you.

(It's a threat told to Poseidon but is threatening Zeboim)

"I honsetly have no idea what happened. I mearly took a trip to Olympus, and the sea goes nuts. I've frozen the sea in the area for the moment, until I can figure this out. And who are you talking about? I have no idea"

Zeboim was annoyed that the sea had frozen without her consent so she unfroze it and began to think of who could do that without her knowing of it.

But she grew hungry and grabbed a a random mortal, a young man with blond hair, and tore out his heart and ate it, she then began to dig out his eyes which looked very sweet.

Spede, satisfied with the response of Poseidon, turns back to Athenon

Do you know this creature? Do you consort with creatures such as this?

Zeboim was annoyed that the sea had frozen without her consent so she unfroze it and began to think of who could do that without her knowing of it.

Poseidon turned around to face the sea.
"Now this is too much. Why is the sea rebelling agenst me?"
He then froze it agian.

Zeboim watched the sea freeze agian, annoyed she unfroze it and began to rip out the liver of her victim after she swallowed his eyes. "Whoever is doing that stop it or I will eat you like this mortal! she screamed.

This foul creature of the sea is out to cause nothing but pain and misery to all of mankind and will stop at nothing to succeed. We must do our best to stop her at her game by influencing Poseidon to regain control of his domain. I do not negotiate with terrible beings such as herself...

Muntgrubly, Leperian Goddess of Poetry, Arts, and Culture, was strolling happily along muttering to herself...

"'There once was a lad from Nantucket...'

no... no... let's see....

'A clever young girl from Peru...'"

Her attention distracted by the huge wall o' water, the babe-a-licious Goddess stood and watched as Athens was obliterated.

"HEY!"

She frowned in Celestial annoyance. There were at least two writers of really good dirty limericks living in that town....

With a mutter of irritation, She searched through the bewildered crowd of departing shades and yanked the two talented poets back, thrusting them into newborn babies just down the shoreline.

She strolled over to see who was making all the trouble.

Oh, cripes, some blue-green sea cow with a psychotic break. Great.

With a wink and a wriggle at Spede and War, she hauled off an slapped the silly she-walrus.

"Just what in My Name do you think you're doing?"

I will be Ares the God of War.


Ares sat atop Mt Olympus wondering if there were any wars with good causes that he could join.Sadly there was none.He then decided to head down to Athens to see what the other Gods were up to.

Spede, irritated at the actions of the upstart, decided to take direct actions (The world might have grown repetitive, but at least the Gods managed to hold themselves in check to avoid upsetting the balance. He would not tolerate an upsetting of that balance)

THAT IS ENOUGH! YOU WILL STOP THIS AT ONCE, OR I WILL STOP YOU!

He gathers up the clouds and forms the charge, flashing lightening down around Zeboim.

http://www.weatherbook.com/images/lightning.jpg

Halt, or the next bolt will go through your heart! I will not tolerate such vile disregard for the sacred life!

Zeboim watched the sea freeze agian, annoyed she unfroze it and began to rip out the liver of her victim after she swallowed his eyes. "Whoever is doing that stop it or I will eat you like this mortal! she screamed.

Poseidon Froze it agian. "This is getting annoying"

OOC: Gore_2004...I belive that position is taken. :wink:

IC:
War appears next to Spede, glances at the ocean, which is moving like a stop-motion animated cartoon, then looks at the village and a rapidly expanding wall of vapor
"Its that bloody so-called Sea Mother again, isnt it? Honestly, shes worse than Atheneon. Oh, if it 'aint Poseidon, that was quite a large fleet you sank this time round, remember, gallies dont fare well in high winds, my friend."

"And how does one God kill another God? Even if that God is from another world?" Zeboim asked as she finished her gory meal, not even leaving the bones behind. She licked her fingers clean of blood and called from the sea a queth'latei (dark sea elf) who was one of her most powerful clerics to her, she told him to bring some fish as she was still hungry.

Ares seeing that his favorite city is destroyed is quite annoyed.He asks Poseidon what happened and Poseidon says he doesnt know so he decides to help Poseidon find out.

[quote="Dontgonearthere"]OOC: Gore_2004...I belive that position is taken. :wink:


Cant there be two Gods of War?

"Will you stop that?!" Zeboim screamed before unfreezing the sea (agian).

"Will you stop that?!" Zeboim screamed before unfreezing the sea (agian).

Seeing as the sea refused to be cold. Posidon thought of an idea.
"If you don't wish to be cold, then you shall BE HOT!"
He then stuck the water with his trident, and the water started to boil.

Having swatted Zero-whatsername a good clout upside the head, Muntgrubly looked around.

There were some mighty hunky Gods gathering around. With a toss of Her wavy blonde hair, She straightened her shoulders, which produced a truly Divine convergence.

"Well! Hello, boys...

Anyone wanna compose a few haiku on the beach?"

Athenon secretly walked up to Spede and tried to ease him down.

Spede...do not give in to your rage, you'll be as vile as they are. We'll find a way to stop her...just give me some time to make a few plans. If all goes according to plan, Zeboim will be begging us for mercy when we're through with her. Come with me to Mt. Olympus so we can plan this out, that is, after we temporarily break this feud up...

Zeboim removed a sea shell from her necklace and chucked it into the water to return it to it's natural state of just right.

"And how does one God kill another God? Even if that God is from another world?"

One does not, and I would not even if I could. To take a life is vileness, to take the life of an Immortal is beyond mention. But even the Great God Treow feels pain, and such pain is extreme. Halt your bloodthirsty actions

"Right" War grumbles "This ends now." He reaches to his belt and siezes his horn "This'll help a bit, Im thinking. Poseidon, if you can hold the seas for a short while, I can call some reinforcements." He blows three long blasts, which echo off into the distance, but instead of growing quieter, they amplify, and then out of the mist of the former tidal wave a fleet of longboats, gallies, triremes and many other types of naval vessles appear, all crowded with warriors long dead, but still fighting.
"That is why I fight, Atheneon, for them. The Heros and Martyrs. They all come to me and to the world when they are needed, War is war, war is War, and I, good sir, am an Antromorphic Personification." He grins "And I deem that violence is currently required."
He reaches to the other side of his belt, and pulls out a longsword, which seems to be burning.
"Shall we?" He fills his lungs, and lets out a huge roar, spurring his horse onward and downward toward the crazed sea godess, sword pointing forward, and the armada of heros behind him.

OOC: DGNT, War (One of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse) is not Ares, Greek God of War. They are two different mythological beings. Gore can be Ares, and you can be War.

Zeboim removed a sea shell from her necklace and chucked it into the water to return it to it's natural state of just right.

Posiedon was angry. He began massive storms, heatwaves (in the water), sea-quakes, and cold waves (in the water), in attempts to stop the rebelling sea

(This is my last post for tonight)

OOC: *grumbles something about copyright violations*

Athenon secretly walked up to Spede and tried to ease him down.

Spede...do not give in to your rage, you'll be as vile as they are. We'll find a way to stop her...just give me some time to make a few plans. If all goes according to plan, Zeboim will be begging us for mercy when we're through with her. Come with me to Mt. Olympus so we can plan this out, that is, after we temporarily break this feud up...

Olympus is public domain, all Gods may enter there. Join me in Trone, my private sanctorum. We shall be unheard.

(The edit was me fixing a spelling error)

Zeboim called out her powers and summoned her sea dragons and legions of undead dark sea elf warriors from the oceans to protect her. She then cried out in a voice that echoed in the void of space, "Mother! Queen Takhisis, Empress of Darkness I cry out to thee! Give me Power that I might protect my right to rule the Oceans!" The moment grew silent as Zeboim waited for an answer.

Ares sees War calling his warriors and he decides to call his.He has his assistant blow a horn and from everywhere come warriors on horses,in ships,in chariots,and walking.Men we are going to assist Poseidon in his fight against the Evil goddess of the Sea he yells.Then he pulls out his sword and mounts his horse and charges toward what is left of Athens.

Muntgrubly considered the available candidates. Athenon-- too earnest. War... now He was a definite possibility. His intervention in human affairs often produced some wonderful Art, Poetry, and Culture...

Wistfully, She hummed to Herself...

"'Hitler... has only got one ball...
Goerings... a-are ra-ther small...'"

What a great classic that had been. She had truly been an Inspiration that day.

But War seemed occupied at the moment. Trust War to be easily distracted by some silly blue-green bitch with a Hannibal Lecter complex. Fooey.

Spede, now.... He looked pretty interesting.

With a coy grin, She strolled up and draped an arm around His waist, copping a little grab at His buns as She did.

"Hey, handsome. Wanna go and see my etchings?"

Maybe for now...War was right...Athenon began to run towards the sea goddess, but not too fast...she had a plan to stop her. From what she could remember...only humans with a great amount of purity and heroicness can kill a god/goddess. She just needs to find someone to do it...someone who has lost a lot because of her...

OOC: Olympus is public domain...I love it :D

IC
War spared a glance behind him as the horde of sea creatures clashed with his armada, the two seemed fairly well matched, after all, though basicaly mortal his side was a compilation of every hero from every war that was ever fought, together they had a quite impressive effect. But War had another thing on his mind. He was quickly bearing down on Zeboim, sword raised, in full cry.

OOC: Why has this degenerated into a war? Can't we have a more peaceful Godly interaction? I'm okay with a few powers being hurled around, but can't we do better than massive armies slaughtering each other?

(I'm just a bit irritated since I have no massive army to join in the slaughtering)

OOC: You're right Klonor, lemme change it up a bit..

Realizing that her plan cannot be done at this moment, he accepted Spede's invitation to Trone.

OOC: Well, as god of Speed wouldnt you have things to add, like say...birds. Big birds, like eagles, would do pretty well against big sea monsters, while crows would enjoy a nice meal of rotting elf in this current squabble. In any case, I figured this was just a sort of delay tactic while the God of Wisdom comes up with a great plan to save the day...

The voice of the Dragonqueen, the voice that was the heart of all the evil in the universe and beyond spoke aloud to her daughter Zeboim,

My Glutton of a Daughter, now more than ever your hungers have been your downfall, I should leave you to suffer in the quagmire of your self destruction! But I will give you a gift of power but you must not waste this gift or else you will feel the whip on your backside!

Zeboim then held in her hands a black trident, a weapon in which to fight Posiedon and to hold sway over the waves.

"The Oceans are Mine!" Zeboim screamed in a voice filled to the brime with rage as she grew in size until she was a giant and stabbed the trident into the ocean and caused hurricanes to birth and killer waves to rise to smash her enemies.

OOC: AL, all Muntgrubly would see of Spede's face would be a blur, she wouldn't be able to discern any of his features. Are you sure she wants to hit on a guy whos face she can't even see?

OOC: I can't post anymore today... I'll be back on tomorrow pretty early, so go ahead with the RP if you'd like.

Ares and his men come upon the battle and his archers launch arrows at the evil elves.Ares then sees War attacking Zeboim he decides to help him out.He comes upon them and sees a group of elves ganging up on War he raises his sword and strikes them down.

Muntgrubly eyed Athenon, who seemed a bit gender-dysphoric, without favor.

"C'mon, toots... she purred into Spede's ear "He's not your type, anyway. What say you and me head up to your place and, um... recite an ode or two."

OOC: Damm, it will be late afternoon before I can post tommorrow so I had better get my girl out of this mess.

((OOC: Klon, it ain't his FACE she's interested in.... wink-wink))

Ares then sees Zeboim with her black Trident and then huge tidal waves begin overtaking his mens boats.He charges toward Zeboim and strikes her Trident.

War almost fell of his horse. That was VERY odd, because Wars horse was quite intelligent, though a 'real' horse, it had gained something from being around so much godlyness for so long, and now was amoung the smarter horses, and was quite magical. You simply could not fall off of him, unless he wanted you to. War glared again, it was a glare that, quite literaly, could kill, a cylinder of water vapor vanished from his eyes to the now-giant sea godess.
"Blasted bloody seamonkey" He grumbled, then hefting his sword he kicked his heals into the sides of his horse. Thigh muscles bunched and the horse launched itself up, leaving two burning hoofmarks about thirty feet above sea level.

Muntgrubly looked over Her shoulder at the damp bint with the Divine Handprint upside Her face.

"What's She got that I ain't got, anyway?"

Zeboim then stopped to think about the current situation and felt that it wasn't quite time yet for an open attack so in a single moment she and her entire force vanished in a mysterious fog that tasted of salt and retreted to Zeboim's unholy underwater city of Zura. The oceans became calm and as smooth as glass and the ruins of destruction were left visible in the morning light.

Zeboim needed time to think and collect her powers before moving forward.

Ares seeing that all the seamonsters have disappeared tell his men to be ready.Then he asks War to accompany him to Troy his palace to discuss what to do.

(post doesn't make much sense anymore)

Muntgrubly snickered in satisfaction as the Wet One vanished.

"About time. I was about to get really annoyed."

War sidles up to Spede and taps his shoulder.
"err...she left. Now, would you fellows mind my acompanying you to Athens, Im sure a being of my talents could be a great help to you fellows."

Muntgrubly waved wistfully to Spede as he booked outta there. Nuts. No one had time for the Arts anymore.

When the light show started, She looked up in delight.

"Woo-WOOOOOOOOO!!!" She shrieked, and rose like a rose petal on the wind, playing tag with the colored lightnings.

"Now that's ART!"

OOC: You know, I worked hard to find that picture! You couldn't put off resolving your differences for 1 more minute? Darn!

The City of Zura

In the Unholy City of Zura, Zeboim was invisible to the eyes of mortals as she rested in the bowels of her Main Temple in the dark city. As offerings of the human variety were being made to her in the Heart of the Temple. Zeboim took in the prayers and the faith of the people and felt that energy make her stronger, she returned the power of the faith with power to the clerics so that they may do whatever it is they wanted, within limits of course.

"Now how do I fix this mess, save face, and gain power over what is rightfully mine at the sametime?" she thought as she went the Heart Chamber now that the rituals were done to feast on the gory remains, she was always hungry.

With an exuberant whoop, Muntgrubly descended to Earth again, demurely trying to settle Her scanty Celestial draperies about her Divinely voluptuous form.

Seeing that the action seemed to be winding down for the night, She pouted a little. Such an adorable pout.

Kicking the sand, She went back to strolling along the beach, trying to think up a rhyme for 'Zeboim'.

OOC: You should talk to the God of Cool-Pics-that-are-Wasted, he could help you. Nice pic though :) Is the lightning real or are you doctoring photos?

Ares walks up to War and Spede and asks them to accompany him to Troy.His palace where they can talk in private and decide what to do.

OOC: I just googled "lightning". Got a lot of good pics

IC:

Spede, noticing the ceasing of the fighting, decided to rejoice and entertain his more pleasurable impulses.

There once was a Lord from Trone, who decided to lord over a throne..... A little help here?

He pauses, expecting a certain someone to come to his help

OOC: Oh, and that'll be my last post for tonight, try not to destroy the world without me.
Oh, and we need Famine, Pestilence and Death, anybody? Cant have a good apocolypse without 'em.

OOC: Isn't anybody else going to post?

In a small villa in the city of Zura Zeboim stood invisible in an opulent bedroom, on a four poster bed that was made out of blood coral and was drapped in the finest misi silk was her mortal lover Naxos Waverider. A young queth'latei of 90 years old, his smooth blue skin, his soft silver hair and green eyes and his perfect body and face were enticments that Zeboim had been unable to resist, at first is all sex but in time in grew into love, a protective love that was so strong it made Zeboim's heart feel like it would burst from the ache of it.

Zeboim took the form of a young queth'latei madien with long silver hair and silver eyes and planted a feather-soft kiss on her lover's cheek. "I'll sleep with you tonight." she whispered as she layed down next to him and wrapped her arms around him and fell into a sleep she didn't need but took pleasure in as she held her lover close to her in the darkness of the ocean night.

OOC: Wait, she's an evil demon type Goddess who destroys cities for fun and eats people alive, yet is now sleeping peacefully next to her mortal lover who she's in love with?

Muntgrubly hears the magic sound of poetry being composed, and slips into her best Inspiration draperies (which are pretty much transparent)

"Bone..." she croons

"Lone...

Corn pone...

End Zone...

Moan...

Crone... nope, don't like that one... umm....

Drone....

Clone...

Telephone....


I could do this all night." she whispers coyly

"But I can think of better things to do...."

((OOC: Blenkin' forum....))

Mighty Leprechaun, god of the leprechaun, ireland, gold, and all that is green and irish related.
Don't touch my gold, or die.

Will work for gold.
Humans?????????? Ha........
Crazy, physco, yep thats me.


I was once a wee lad, living in the USA< got mad at the government, starting beating them on the head with baseball bats, got kicked out of the country, moved to ireland, and soon the little people made me their leader.

Ares waits impatiently for an answer from Spede and War.

I think Ares should take a hint. Spede's an ultra-powerful teenager with an extraordinarily hot woman throwing herself at him. I wonder who he'll decide to go with?

Muntgrubly rolls Her eyes impatiently at Ares.

"Jeez, Ares.... Can't you think of anything but your sword?"

She huffs in annoyance, which makes those nearly-invisible draperies flutter alluringly.

((OOC: And you know what they say about teenagers and, um... older women...))

Spede turns to Muntgrubly and speaks

Care to visit Trone? It has an excellent view

He holds out his hand, his intentions obvious

Ares says fine then.Im having a huge party everyone is invited.There will be alcohol and hundreds of the hottest girls u will ever see.Oh and dont worry in Troy we have plenty of Trojans.

The beautiful Goddess of Arts, Culture, and Poetry sighs ecstatically

"I thought you'd never ask, toots... let's blow this joint, eh?"

With a saucy waggle of her buxom behind at the various Gods of conflict and violence, She drapes an arm around the young God of, well, of... whatever... speed and stuff... and whispers in His ear.

"Do you know how to play, 'physician?'"

I'm a quick learner

With that he places his arms around her as well, giving her a small zap in the process, and whisks her off to the Trone, ceiling of the World

Would you care for the tour? I think you'll be very interested with what there is to see :wink:

"Wooop!" Muntgrubly squeals as Spede 'zaps' Her.

"Naughty!" She checks out Spede's crib.

"Bitchin' pad ya got here, toots...."

Ares arrives at Troy and the party formally begins.There are more kegs than u can count and Ares is just waiting for more Gods to arrive.

Thanks. I've had a few millenium to work on it

He reaches into the wall, pulling out a small purple bottle

Care for a drink?

Muntgrubly eyes the little purple bottle.

"Sure! After all, they call it 'the Ichor of the Muse...' That's me, you know. Muse, and all that...." She sighs.

"I tell you, Spede, it's damn' tough being the Goddess of Poetry, Culture, and the Arts with a name like mine. Goddesses with names like 'Tinkerbella' and 'Lyrasthenia' and all like that get all the credit for what I do." a tear rolls down Her perfect, downy cheek.

"Just because they have better names....." She wails forlornly, "No one wants to believe in a Goddess of Arts, Culture, and Poetry named 'Muntgrubly'...."

The Goddess sniffles fetchingly into her draperies.

Come now, I've heard of you. You're an excellent Goddess. Those others aren't fit to bear the same titles as you

He holds out his arms, pulling her into a warm hug to "console" here

Muntgrubly heaves a deep sigh against his Godly chest "Oh, you're so kind. And talented, too, I bet. And, um... well... you know...." She lifts misty eyes to His, parting moistened lips invitingly.

((OOC: Strictly soft core, here.... heheheheh....))

OOC: And now I have to go (Perfect timing, wouldn't you say?) See you tomorrow!

((OOC: BFN, then... been fun))

*sighs* Pathatic Mortals trying to steal me gold again, now there in the torture chambers.

Hey, where's Hel? The god of the underworld? Cause I have some mortals for her to torture as she pleases..........if you see her, tell her for me.

*muttering to self* who are those people that call themselves gods, I need my gold, *snaps fingers and a leprechaun comes up*
Is my gold safe?
Minion: Yes sir, of course it is.
"Good, now leave."
So hungry, those darn vamps keep stealing our cows and pigs.....ooo...kittie..... :twisted: YUM YUM! TONIGHT I FEAST!

Poseidon watched the sea destroy city after city.
"I give up...."
then he watched it calm down.
"MAKE UP YOUR FREAKEN MIND!"

Spede, witnissng the rising anger of Lord Poseidon, rushes back to the World in an attempt to calm him

Great Lord of the Earthquake, encircler of Earth, why do you let a cretin enrage you so? She has fled, no longer does she tempt your wrath. Leave her be to her pathetic life. Come, join me in Trone.

With that he calls forth a quartet of clouds to bear Poseidon away at the speed of Speed.

Athenon, seeing that Spede and Montgrumbly are getting along fine, decides to leave those two alone. He's not a drinker, so he decided to just walk around Trone for a bit...


What should I do? I need to find a human that has the courage and strength to kill a god, but who? Maybe I shouldn't go through with this...every god/goddess does have a bad day, maybe yesterday was hers...who knows. Maybe I should talk to the other gods to see what they think we should do...

"What createn? The sea is rebelling agenst me, and I have no idea why. Who is this "she" you are refering to?"

OOC: What, you're telling me Poseidon doesn't know who's putting the moves on his ocean? I find that hard to believe

OOC: Especialy since moments ago there was a giant sea battle going on involving a very large and angry godess with a trident. Hehe...'trident' ehehehehehe :roll:

IC
Ares strolls through Trone, quietly thinking (for once). He was considering the indirect approach, 'cause even War could see that occasionaly a full frontal
OOC: Full frontal...hehehehe
IC
assault was NOT a good idea. He thought of other weaknessess gods were prone to.
"Magic swords" He muttered
Of course, with most gods, the fewer people who belived in them, the less powerful they got. Of course, it was almost totaly impossible to 'kill' a god this way, since somebody always had the inkling that they existed. But, if weakened enough Poseidon would retain command of the seas without so much trouble.
And it was also possible to seal them in Hades, after all, if it could be done with some dumb giant buggers, surely a minor sea godess could be shoved under the rug, the Titans would probably find her 'entertaining' and might even zap her out of existance.
Or there was the old fashion gang-up and beat them down, which worked as well, though there was a risk of large casualties.
He had arrived at the two rival anthills, things were quiet now though, either the ants had givin up or the fighting was underground now.

Muntgrubly wakes, stretches luxuriously, and opens her eyes. With a little purr of content, she rolls over to poke Spedester...

...and finds him gone.

"Oh, for My sakes...."

She peers over the edge of Trone.

"Are those guys still worrying about that moistened bint and her antics? Fooey. This is getting annoying. Maybe I oughta just raise the shade of H.L. Mencken, give him a bottle of booze and a typewriter, and sic him on that blue-green sea cow. Then we can all get down to some serious partying...."

With a little yawn, She rolls off the Divine Couch they'd conjured up, and looks around. No mirrors? 'Geez,' She thinks, 'He must be sensitive about that pizza-face. Shouldn't be, He's got plenty going for him, and a little Oxy10 will clear that up...'

She snaps Her fingers, and a mirror appears in midair. Carefully, She rearranges Her torrents of blonde hair... whimsically, turns into a flaming redhead for a moment. 'Naaaah,' She decides, and goes back to the color that has more fun.

A quick wave of Her hand, and a fresh set of draperies settles over Her voluptuous form.

She pokes Her head out of Spede's recreation room, and notices Ares and Athenon wandering around.

"Hi, guys!"

Athenon then returned to earth...back to the same field he was where he ran into Spede. He sat down and began to meditate upon the many things that could be done.


Five hours had passed... and still, Athenon was still meditating, but at that moment, a mysterious woman appeared to him. This wasn't just any woman either. At first glance, it appeared to be Antheia, the goddess of flowers. She walked up to him and started to laugh.

"Why do you mock me?" Athenon angrily said.

"Why do you meditate upon an question that you already know the answer to?" she retorted.

"What are you talking about? Answer to what?" he said.

"In time, you'll know exactly what to do. Don't give up now. I know you were thinking about leaving here, and escaping from this goddess that is causing all the trouble. I suggest that you talk to War. He may be the only one that can help you."

As quickly as she appeared, Antheia disappeared into the flowers, and Athenon knew what to do...

Watching Athenon vanish without a word, the Goddess of Poetry, Culture, and the Arts pouts in annoyance. 'How rude. Stuffy little poot. Maybe I should have some of My Votaries compose catchy and irreverent limericks about Him and scrawl them on the walls of the Acropolis....'

Contemplating this pleasant thought, She smiles the smile that inspired Praxiteles... Then shakes Her head. 'No. One has to have some self-discipline about these things, or you end up like that psychotic she-walrus with the (snicker) trident.'

Hmmmm.... well, let's see. Soldiers between battles are usually good for a little Art. A few songs, if nothing else....

OOC: What, you're telling me Poseidon doesn't know who's putting the moves on his ocean? I find that hard to believe

OOC: Read the rest of my posts. As far as poseidon is consered, the sea is rebelling. He hasn't had time to figure out who is doing it

In an instant it was created. Somehow, someway, a more Higher Being it only knew as Creator had formed it from nothing. Yet, in all feeling, peace was at hand. It knew this feeling because it was created with Good in heart, in some type of soul. Its feelings were of normal, its shape forming as its eyes looked apon a Galaxy, beautiful creation of what it only knew as Creator.

Looking around, looking at its hands, and many other aspects of its surroundings it suddenly knew this was called space, or at least this is what another Creation of its Creator had created, Man. It only knew this other creation, yet it felt that this was a Creation created in its Creators image. Intern, it knew it had to be created with the same aspects, yet knew it could control its final image, or images and shapes of itself, if the situation needed so.

However, it did not know its name. Finally, it spoke, "Who am I?" Something bright suddenly appeared before it, something so Pure and so Perfect it knew it should bow before the presence of such a being, and it did. "Arise my Creation," said the Holy Being, "Thou hast a name, and thy name is Nova." With this new knowledge, it spake as it came from bowing and looked apon the Perfect Being, "I am Nova, yet, I wonder, what is yours?"

The already Mighty Voice of this being before Nova was authority, but when Nova's question was answered, the Voice of this Being turned into a soft yet still Mighty voice, as if to say this Beings name with care. "I am," the Mighty Being started, "the Alpha and the Omega, The Beginning and End. Thou hast been created from me, and Thou shalt know my name forever as Almighty God." Nova bowed before the Almighty God, respected with all Nova had its Creator.

Yet it arose once more from the vastness of this space, Almighty God pointed towards the Galaxy in view, Nova did look, and did listen. "Thou hast gazed upon a Creation that shalt be seen from many views, yet hold within it many Stars, many World that I have created. Thou knowest where Thy need be, go, and always know I, Almighty God, am here to assist thee in thy newest task."

With a nod, a bow to its Creator, Nova arose again and literally flew towards the Galaxy, knowing not where his task was, but knowing it shall always be done in Almighty God's name.

Zeboim and her mortal lover Naxos walked the sandy beaches of a tropical island in the Pacific Ocean without a single care in the world. Naxos had awoken in the arms of Zeboim in her maiden form that she always took when she was with him and she had taken him to this beautiful place, an island untouched by Civilization. They had spent the morning making passionate love on the sand and now they walked hand in hand, staring into each other's eyes.

"Naxos my love, I want to be with you forever." Zeboim whispered to him, breaking the silence of time. "But you have eternity Zeboim, I have only now." Naxos replyed to his Goddess as she stroked her hair. Zeboim brushed his hand away and said, "But I know of ways to give you eternity my love, you can be my consort, the one love of the Goddess of the Sea." Naxos then asked, "But how?"

Zeboim smiled with her coral pink lips and said, "I thought you might never ask."

OOC: Nodea Rudav, that is a good one.

And how the heck did Ares get into Trone? Police! We have a burglar! :lol:

IC:

Spede, noticing the cessation of hostilities and the welcome peace, steps
upon a cloud and soars. He flies above Trone, looking down upon the meditating Athenon, the waking Muntgrubly, and the sleeping Zeboim.

However, he soon feels a new precense. Glancing skyward he sees a being of pure joy approaching, a creature of hapiness. He approaches, welcoming the new being.

Another God had watched the resent actions of Zeboim on the earth, this God knew her well, only too well as he was her brother. He wore black robes of the darkest night, his face was as white as a moon, his eyes were as red as the fires of hell and his black hair was filthy and ragged like a corpse. He carried with him a long black iron staff with a crystal ball that had the heads of five dragons within it, one head red, one black, one blue, one white, and one green. He was Nuitari, the Lord of Black Magic and the brother of Zeboim, the chaotic glutton Goddess of the Sea.

He made himself known to Spede and spoke in a voice as sharp and cold as a winter wasteland. "Hello, I am Nuitari, the God of Black Magic and I know you have met my sister Zeboim, nice piece of work isn't she?"

at one moment, after the goddess of flowers disappeared..he felt a sudden air of love and peace in his contemplating mind. At once, he knew what he must do...but he didnt know how to go about doing it... so he decided to go to the one place full of positive energy and the light....his main temple in Athens.

Poseidon was back in his lair under the sea. He had his Trident point in the direction of where the disterbinces where coming from. Now all he had to do was travle in that Direction to find out who or what was behind his sea troubles....

OOC: Nodea Rudav, that is a good one.

And how the heck did Ares get into Trone? Police! We have a burglar! :lol:

IC:

Spede, noticing the cessation of hostilities and the welcome peace, steps
upon a cloud and soars. He flies above Trone, looking down upon the meditating Athenon, the waking Muntgrubly, and the sleeping Zeboim.

However, he soon feels a new precense. Glancing skyward he sees a being of pure joy approaching, a creature of hapiness. He approaches, welcoming the new being.

I dont know Ares is in Troy having a party.Hey how come u didnt invite Ares to Trone?



OOC:I am Ares the other guy is war they are different.

Zeboim sat on her throne of blood coral and black pearls in her throne room within the Grand Temple of the Turtle in her underwater city of Zura. Her black trident was at her side, she was aware that her brother, Nuitari had come to the Earth from the world of Krynn, most likely here to do waht she was doing, expand his power on another world to grow strong. Well she would beat him to it, already her clerics were at work on the surface converting people to her faith and she had millions of worshipers on Krynn already, she was extrodinarily powerful and was only getting more and more powerful, she just had to deal with Posiedon and her power would be complete.

OOC: I was actually going to say hi to Nova, but I guess your new dude can tag along

IC:

Greetings, I am Spede, Swift God of Lightning. I have indeed seen the actions of your sister. She has squandered the lives of countless innocent people and destroyed a beautiful city. Ageless wonders have been lost thanks to her. May I ask why you have revealed yourself to me?

As with the first appearance of War he raised a hand behind his back, readying a lightning strike in case one would be needed.

I dont know Ares is in Troy having a party.Hey how come u didnt invite Ares to Trone?



OOC:I am Ares the other guy is war they are different.

OOC: So I make one mistake

And I'm the one who originally pointed out the difference between the two

Posiedon's Hippocampuses reached the location of Zeboim and spied on her. When they where done, they reported to Posiedon. The god of the sea was furius. He raced to Olympus to gain help.

Nuitari's laugh was like spears of ice ripping into flesh as he enjoyed a good chuckle and said.

"My power is beyond you fool so don't try anything stupid, but yes my sister has always been like that, she is a Glutton, nothing is ever enough to fill her appetites, she is chaotic, she punishes her most faithful followers for the most minor of infractions but will reward those who seem least worthy of attention. She might cool down that she has her new lover but don't expect her to change, she is a hurricane of destruction and she is only growing stronger by the minute."

Spede, acknowledging Nuitari's statement, nods his head and moves on. In the space between two instances of time he reaches the new being and opens his mind, welcoming the creature of Joy.

Nuitari looked upon this strange creation of the All-Father, the All-Father that Takhisis the Queen of Evil had rebelled agianst and had lead others of a like mind into the creation of Evil and Darkness, Nuitari looked upon this puppet with utter disgust and open loathing, his bony fingers curled around his staff in case this Joy Creature planned to do something.

Greetings, I am Spede, Swift God of Lightning. I wish to extend my humblest greeting to you, the newest of the Immortals. Welcome to the World, the home Man. How may I serve you?

Like I said, Spede is a nice guy who doesn't want to make any ripples

OOC: Its War, not war, note the capital W. Much like the differnce between Death and death, one is a seven foot skeleton with a scythe, the other is what happens when your brain stops working.
And until I have a use here...

IC
War quietly slips off to a bar somewhere in Greece and has a couple of beers

OOC: Why not come meet the new dude with me? It might take a bit longer, but I'm sure you could reach us

OOC: Meh, sure.

IC:
War was now quite drunk, indeed, it was a kind of drunkeness of epic proportions. He was so drunk in fact, that he almost forgot to burn the bar down as he left.
Not knowing anywhere else to go at this time, he made for Spedes place, and finding the door open, fell over on the softest thing avalible.

OOC: Okay, if it wasn't for the funny guy who's passed out drunk on my floor I'd be rather irritated at everybody going into my place without my permission! Come on, at least wipe your feet! The Trone is from where I rule, let's try to keep it neat! Seriously, do people go barging into the Batcave without permission? Or the Fortress of Solitude? I think not! :lol:

IC:

Spede, aware of every entrance into the Trone, bids a brief and terse farewell to the new Immortal. In the time it takes for a man to consider blinking an eye he is back at Earth, entering Trone and spotting War passed out.

Such a waste of talent.

Noticeing the vomit left by War after he passed out Spede goes on a bit of a super speedy cleaning spree, cleaning up the ginormous location in a second.

Now, what to do about this one?

With a crack and a flash of light a bolt of lightning is summoned, strikeing down next to the head of War.

That should wake him up

Wandering back through Time and Space after visiting a bunch of Saxon bowmen on the eve of the Battle of Hastings (wow, could they put the mead away!) Muntgrubly decided to see if there was any action up in Trone.

OOC: Okay, seriously, there would be some sort of anti-coming in thing around Trone. People can't keep popping in whenever they want, I'd have to let you in (don't worry, I will, I'm just trying to keep the role play accurate)

With a start, She catches a gander at the new God, a big ugly dude with a very bad haircut and eyes that looked like the result of a three-week bender. Yowza! He didn't exactly look happy.

In fact, as She studied Him, He reminded Her of someone. But who?

Spede was there, looking definitely irritated.

"Spedester! What's going on? Who are all these guys?"

She eyes the mean-looking one doubtfully, notices the other one seems to be passed out under most unaesthetic circumstances.

"eeeeeyew.... you been partying? Without me?"

OOC: Who are th other guys besides the drunk and passed out War? Cause, as far as I know, there's nobody else there

((OOC: My bad... though Zebo's bro was hangin' there...))

Ares is tired of the party at Troy.He starts wondering what the other Gods are doing.He decides to go to Trone.He arrives but cannot enter.He asks the Guards to let him in and they go to ask Spede.

*grumbles in sleep*

gggrrr.........my gold.........my gold.......whos there? yee won't be taking it............................no......no.........no...NO!


*wakes up in his secret chamber.*

It was only a dream, my gold! *hugs gold tightly*
(talking to self)
I can't trust them, their thieves! Must not let them get it.*casts an ancient spell on the door to his chamber.*

Yes.........I'll be fine.................ah....*falls asleep*

Posiedon arrives at Olympus to get help, but the place is empty....

War turns over in his sleep.
"Grr...'m n'tta g'd...'ma w'ssn'm...an...antropamorphicer...anthrermiph...antru...wossname. Anthropamorphic personification"

OOC: We're studying anthropomorphic personification in my ancient civilization class. It's really fun.

After a few more hours at his temple...he decided to go back to Mount Olympus to get away from everything for a little bit. Athenon was getting really stressed out about this whole situation and wished that someone else, for once, would take care of it.

I wish there was someone else out there...like me...not into war, or conflicts, or anything like that....just someone who wants peace, and happiness for humans. That will be my goal...to find someone like that. But I can't allow myself to be closed off from the rest of the gods either. I wish the other gods were more....concerned with my thoughts...oh well...

OOC: I'm going to stick Nuitari at Mt Olympus.

IC: Nuitari stood in the depths of the shadows of Athenon's palace, but the shadows did not hide the *Lord of the Black Moon but rather seemed almost white when this dark god stood within their depths, a darkness to make other forms of darkness seem almost good by comparison. But in the end there was only one ruler of Evil, and Nuitari had been taught well by his mother.

"Where would this so-called God of Wisdom be hiding." Nuitari thought to himself as he sang a small ditty, "Where, o where did the Wisdom God go, oh where, oh where could he be?"

*Note: On Krynn Nuitari is the God of Black Magic and Lord of the Black Moon of the same name which is the source of all Black Sorcery.

OOC: Gore, remember what we said about sentence spaceing?

IC:

Spede, noticeing the unchanged state of War, finally goes over the top.

Ha'shak! Bradio Kree Sha!

With a burst of wind and a blinding flash of light the entire Trone shakes, shuddering from it's foundation to it's apex. Suddenly, the entire structure tilts. The doors swing open and with a whoosh that seems to suck the marrow from his very bones War is flung from the Trone, tumbling down to Earth.

My Sanctuary will not be invaded by the likes of you! Do not return here again!

Turning to the recently arrived Muntgrubly Spede begins to speak

I apologise, but I will not tolerate such actions. Please, make yourself comfortable. However, I must now go. Be well!

With that he flits out of Trone and down tp Earth, back to the garden where he had first seen Athenon. His mind was in turmoil, he needed his alone time.

War, his head almost entirley encased in a rock, continues to doze, mumlbing about stupid humans calling him god

OOC: Dude, give me something more. What's with the one-liners?

Muntgrubly blinked in surprise.

"Ummm, sure... well, uh, thanks....

....I guess."

'Fooey,' She thought. 'Gods. They're all alike. A little Divine Dalliance, and then it's "sorry, toots, I got stuff to do." hmmmmph.'

With a bemused shrug, She changed from a buxom blonde into a sleek brunette... it better suited Her mood.

'Well, might as well see what's up over on Olympus.'

For a Goddess, the thought is the deed.

OOC: Sorry, Im a bit busy with homework and stuff, kinda tired, but I dont want to get forgoten...Ill be cutting down on my NS dosage for a bit...my math teacher is a (long string of explitives)

OOC: THe server is still being shit to me. I won't be on much

((OOC: The server is being shit to everyone, as far as I can tell.))

((OOC: The server is being shit to everyone, as far as I can tell.))

((OOC: Sorry... the delete button seems to have gone west...))

OOC: The server is being shit to everybody :roll: Not much we can do about it (and I have math teachers as well. Just got a new one today)

IC:

Spede continues to walk around, seemingly waiting for something to happen

OOC: Really? IS he/she/it a homework/note nazi like mine?

IC:
War stirrs, then wakes up. Now he is extremly angry, and more angry for the fact that he doesnt know what he is angry about.
Acting on orders from some strange and hidden portion of his anthromoprhicaly personified brain he zaps himself to Trone and begins hitting the doors quite hard.
"Why in the Nineteen and three quarters Hells and I so angry!" He demands, then falls over.
Beings slightly more angered by the fact that gravity chose that moment to affect him in such a manner he takes his anger out on a totaly innocent clump of olive trees, which shortly become a very, very, very hot fire, and then a lump of impure carbon.

(I keep forgeting the bloody /i at the end >_<)

Ares waiting at the gates of Trone for almost an hour without any answer becomes extremely angry. Spede if that is how you are going to be fine then. You have just pissed off the God of War not a smart thing to do right now and remember I am the son of Zeus so he has my back. Ares then heads to Mount Olympus to see if anything is going on there.


OOC:Sorry about that.

Spede continues to walk around, still seemingly waiting for something to happen

Athenon begins to wonder exactly why he must be involved with humans so much....he wishes that he could just take some time off from being a 'good' god so that he could pursue other things that he would enjoy. First thing he was gonna do...have a feast at his palace at Mt Olympus.

*MESSAGE TO ALL GODS*

There will be a feast at Athenon's palace tonight, but there is no specific 'starting' time. You all are invited over as soon as you get this message from my delivery person. (OOC: Isn't there a god that does delivery, Icarus or whatever? not sure...) Please respond asap, thank you.

There are actually two different Greek gods which are given the messenger job (Iris and Hermes) but they don't usually do the personal letter delivery thing

IC:

Spede, receiving the message, ponders for a bit

This might be just what I need. A break from all the violence that the Gods usually hurl at one another. Perhaps time to resettle my thoughts.

Thus, the decision is made, and Spede speeds off to Mt. Olympus

The messenger is Hermes.

I am Minos, one of the three judges of people's lives. The others are my brothers. I work in the underwold for Hades, my uncle.

It has been a hectic day, with many thousands of people coming to be judged. If only I could send some to the Elysian Fields. They haven't received many for a long time. Whatever happened to the cults of old? At least then a lot of people went into the sunshine. The grey fields are getting full, and Tartarus doesn't have enough torturers to go round. But no one has been up to the standards set by my uncle to go to the Fields. Maybe I should put in for long service leave. I haven't been to the surface since the eruption of Thera, almost 3450 years ago.

Muntgrubly got the news right away, as she was still hanging around Olympus contemplating whether or not to go and visit some Votaris.

'hmmmm.... Stephen King hasn't had a visit from Me in quite a while. I was pretty annoyed at him over that book he published on writing in which he didn't even mention Me. Since I haven't visited him, he's turned out an awful lot of dreck. Maybe I should have mercy on the reading public and cut him a break....'

The news was distributed.

"Huh? A party? Athenon? Young stuffy-drawers? Well. This ought to be something to see. hmmm.... Maybe I can whomp up something special in the way of a dozen or so Votaries singing Laudatory Odes. This kind of thing should be encouraged, definitely.'

And with an approving nod, the Goddess of Arts, Poetry, and Culture wafted Herself back to Her current most favored temple in Burbank, there to demand the presence of Bob Mackie to come up with an outfit for the upcoming entertainment.

War ceased his pounding once he got the message.
"Oh damn, this is going to mean the fancy armour...isnt it?" War hated fancy armour, his current set had gold gilt
"Bugger" He said, and headed off to his longhouse to search for it

The party shall commence at this moment

So far, none of the gods/goddesses have showed up... I wonder what's occupying them. Only person that I can talk to is Edgar Allen Poe and he can get very depressing at times...I hope someone shows up soon....


OOC: Montgrumbly, just to let you know, Athenon is a young god.

The party shall commence at this moment

So far, none of the gods/goddesses have showed up... I wonder what's occupying them. Only person that I can talk to is Edgar Allen Poe and he can get very depressing at times...I hope someone shows up soon....


OOC: Montgrumbly, just to let you know, Athenon is a young god.

Posiedon arrived at the party, and imediatly began serching for the Sea Mother. dispite the urban legend that Gods couldn't bleed, Poseidon was going to MAKE blood spill before the night was out

Zeboim and Nuitari both arrived at the party, Zeboim wearing her usual form of the blue skined warrior sea goddess, complete with black trident, black battle armor, long moonsilver hair, eyes the color of moonshine on black water, her hair wreathed with seaweed, and her nails dripping dark red blood, a beauty that was as sharp as a scythe and could not hide the deadly power beneath.

Nuitari very rarly donned any other form than that of the Lord of the Black Moon, the man in the black robes as black as the Void, with filthy unkemp raven black hair, a black iron staff with five dragon heads in a crystal ball on top, one head red, one green, one black, one blue, one white. His skin was the white of a corpse and his eyes were as red as coals, his voice the fridged cold of the winter storm.

Zeboim whispered to her brother Nuitari, "This party had better be good."

Zeboim and Nuitari both arrived at the party, Zeboim wearing her usual form of the blue skined warrior sea goddess, complete with black trident, black battle armor, long moonsilver hair, eyes the color of moonshine on black water, her hair wreathed with seaweed, and her nails dripping dark red blood, a beauty that was as sharp as a scythe and could not hide the deadly power beneath.

Nuitari very rarly donned any other form than that of the Lord of the Black Moon, the man in the black robes as black as the Void, with filthy unkemp raven black hair, a black iron staff with five dragon heads in a crystal ball on top, one head red, one green, one black, one blue, one white. His skin was the white of a corpse and his eyes were as red as coals, his voice the fridged cold of the winter storm.

Zeboim whispered to her brother Nuitari, "This party had better be good."

The god known as Molki walked up to the gates of Mt Olympus. Molki was a god of fire. But as fire was unpredictable, as was he and he had earned the reputation as a maker of mischief. In the opinion of his peers, he spent far too much time with the mortals. He would would spend his days playing tricks on wise men, buring things, seducing women, and stealing. He had at one time lived in the wonderful god-palace of Utopia, but was thrown out after he destroyed half the universe by lighting a cosmic fart on fire. The only true soft spot he had was for his people, the dwarfs and dragons. The dwarfs he had created as a joke, one could tell, they looked really ridiculous.

This rather well known indvidual walked up to the gates of Mt. Olympus and knocked, grinning

The god known as Molki walked up to the gates of Mt Olympus. Molki was a god of fire. But as fire was unpredictable, as was he and he had earned the reputation as a maker of mischief. In the opinion of his peers, he spent far too much time with the mortals. He would would spend his days playing tricks on wise men, buring things, seducing women, and stealing. He had at one time lived in the wonderful god-palace of Utopia, but was thrown out after he destroyed half the universe by lighting a cosmic fart on fire. The only true soft spot he had was for his people, the dwarfs and dragons. The dwarfs he had created as a joke, one could tell, they looked really ridiculous.

This rather well known indvidual walked up to the gates of Mt. Olympus and knocked, grinning :twisted:

OOC: Montgrumbly, just to let you know, Athenon is a young god.

OOC: If I see someone named Montgrumbly I'll pass it on. In the mean time, one perceives that the rhetorical, metaphorical, idomatical, fantastical speech of the Goddess of Arts, Culture, and Poetry is too rhetorical, meta-etc. for present co., so it has been edited. No promises on future hyperbole, however.

Muntgrubly snapped Her slender fingers, and a full-length mirrored column materialized briefly around Her so that She could check out Her outfit before ascending to Mt. O.

'Damn', ol' Bob hasn't lost his touch,' She thought approvingly, taking in the dazzling array of marabou, sequins, beaded georgette, buckram-stiffened silk, diaphanous tulle, etc. She thought for a moment, then re-materialized Her hair in a tovering, jewel-encrusted structure, with a veil-draped comb playing a coy game of peekaboo with a few silky, wavy blond curls descending down the backless dress to Her waist. A touch-up to Her face-- might be nice to have an irridescent sheen on eyelids and cheek highlights, yep... She was ready.

With a pleased expression, She materialized at Athenon's party, and undulated demurely up to Him.

"Looks like a keen party, toots! Thanks for the invite! You got the place done up real nice, too."

She looked around, and noticed a couple of familiar faces, including the psychotic sea-cow who'd inundated Athens a couple of time-ticks ago, and the cranky-looking God with the permanent Bad Hair Day. Sheeeeeesh, they were together! Figured. She made a note to stay clear of them. She'd seen Poseidon and Molki and figured things might get interesting, and She didn't necessarily want Bob Mackie's lovely creation hosed already.

Spede approached Olympus slowly, not wanting to interrupt anything going on. He might be immortal, but it's still not fun to have some other Gods getting pissed at you for interrupting them. You do that and soon you get the yelling, the fighting, the giant energy flashes and lightning bolts going everywhere. It's to much of a hassle.

Seeing that there weren't to many tense situations to break up Spede floated forward, crossing the distance in the time it takes a man to think about thinking about blinking.

Greetings one and all. May I ask where our gracious host is?

Nuitari had ditched his sister after they arrived together and drew the hood of his black robes over his head, in the depths of the darkness of his hood only his red hot eyes and strands of his raven black hair were visible. Nuitari had grabbed up a glass of white wine and had taken a small sip, he rarly indulged in anything much stronger than wine and tonight looked like it would be no exception to the rule. With his right hand holding the crystal goblet he held in his left hand his staff that was the symbol of his authority over Black Magic and the Black Moon, his long bony fingers carresed the staff's crystal ball while the dragon heads inside swirled about in a vortex of mist. Nuitari's only lover was magic and he knew how to make lover to her.

Muntgrubly saw Spede arrive, and waved. "Hey! Spedester! Howareya?"

She wondered dubiously if this were the time to present Her 'host thank you' gift to Athenon. Well, why the heck not. With a wave of Her hand, she summoned half a dozen earnest young votaries, all human, all beautiful, all rather sketchily clad. At Her nod, they arranged themselves in a little group. One took out an ocarina and accompanied the rest of the group as they sang:

"Athenon's done a groovy deed
By putting on this lavish feed
He is a God so very cool
And long we pray His wisdom rule!"

The male members of the ensemble fall silent, and the females sing the second verse

"Athenon is a real cutie
A studly God with sexy bootie
We would each be very awed
To mattress-pound with such a God"

Now the females fall silent, and the males sing the third verse

"Athenon is a regular dude
Who's brought Gods here to get 'em stewed
And have a laugh or maybe rumble
And give the Holy Babes a tumble"

The whole ensemble finishes off

"And so we hope that every Deity
Will quaff and gorge unto satiety
And render up Athenon's due,
And give Him cheers-- Yahoo! Yahoo!!" (The last is shouted enthusiastically)

The Votaries bow to all the Gods and Goddesses, and shuffle off, grinning, towards an exit, slowly dematerializing as they reach it. Muntgrubly smiles in satisfaction.

"Very nice. Now, let's PARTY! Oh, Spedester....!" She gives him a friendly 'come hither' wink as she hits the refreshment tables.

Thank you for that.....nice song Montgrumbly


But before he knew it, she had already left to talk to Spede.

Dang...the nice guys always finish last....oh well, I'll try to have a good time.. hmm...should he go talk to Nuitari? He seems like he would be a nice guy when approached...

So he walked over to him, and greeted him, hoping for the best.

Spede, noticeing Muntgrubly's 'come hither' wink, sighs to himself. She was a nice Goddess and all, but she seemed to be becoming to clingy.

Hello Muntgrubly, and how are you on this wonderful day? I was just looking for Athenon. Have you seen him?

At this he glances around the room, not sure if it was Athenon approaching Nuitari or some other Olympian.

Nuitari said hello, lowered his hood and said, "My Sister is here, don't piss her off" just then a stage materialized out of no where.

Zeboim stood, wearing a german military uniform, black knee high jackboots, her black trident doubling as a microphone, and a black top hat. Several undead backup dancers dressed as cheerleaders stood behind her, then she began to sing with a voice that suffered few rivals and began to sing Marilyn Manson's song "MOBscene".

MOBscene

We are the things and shapes to come
Your freedom's not free of dumb
This depression is great
The defamation age
They'll know my name
Waltz into scum, and base a marriage of the pain

Pain- they want it
Pain- they want it
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene
Obscene, yeah

You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown

[Cheerleaders:] Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard

We take the love
Open your eyes
And watch the world end
We have our places,
But we have no friends
They told us is not good
We know it's great
....drugs
...take our place

Pain- they want it
Pain- they want it
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene
Obscene, yeah

You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown

[Cheerleaders:] Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard
Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene
Obscene, yeah

You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown

[Cheerleaders & Manson:] Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard
Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard

During the preformance the undead cheerleaders danced and tore chunks of each other's rotting flesh and threw it into the crowd.

Fully engaged in loading her plate with Ambrosia at the buffet, Muntgrubly took in Spede's nervous aspect and chuckled.

"Relax, Spedesie. Just sayin' hiya. Say, did ya see that psycho blue sea-cow is here? I think I figured out Her problem. She has mortal lovers. I mean, what's up with that? Everybody knows that to really get laid, you need Divine intervention, as it were."

She watched the Sea-Goddess's performance for a moment.

"Yeeeeeesh, what a downer. I was going to say, we should try to get Her laid, maybe it would mellow Her out a bit."

She watches a bit more, then turns back to the buffet, shifts Her plate to one hand, and a Cellini goblet materializes in the other. She holds it out for a Nectar fillup.

"But, I don't think We could find any takers. Anyhow. I saw Athenon over there.... talking to the cranky God with the bad hair."

She sips, then smacks Her lips appreciatively. "Cool, Athenon's serving the good stuff. The guy knows how to party, after all."

When the bits of rotting flesh start flying, the Goddess of Arts, Poetry, and Culture materializes a transparent shield around Herself to protect Her lovely Bob Mackie creation.

Bump for Euroboy!

Molki saw Muntgrubly and grinned even more, he was gonna get laid tonigt. He walked to Her. He looked at Spede, gave him the finger, and pushed him away. Moving up next to Muntgrubly, he flashed her his, i-wanna-sleep-with-you-smile. "hows it going you bodatous babe, what do you say we go "start a fire". He winked. :wink:

Muntgrubly looked over the Mischievous One and suppressed a grin.

"Naughty Molki, how rude. Spedester & I have already had our fun, and He's a guy You should get to know. Knows how to live fast, if You know what I mean. After all, there's plenty of Art, Poetry and Culture to go around."

She tips Spede another wink, and materializes another Cellini goblet in midair, right in front of Molki.

"Try the Nectar. Athenon's doing it up right. Got some zing to it."

She's keeping an occasional eye on the creepy psycho babe, and suddenly She gets a grin as mischievous as any Molki Himself might produce.

"Always going for the easy lay, Molki? You should try something a little more challenging, for a change. How about a wager?"

OOC: Is it possible, at all, to keep sex and idiocy out of these things?

IC:

Spede birngs his arms up behind his back, whispering quietly to himself

Kel mar tokeem!

Slowly, a charge builds. His hands begin to glow and a round ball of light forms between them. He glares at Molki

I believe you owe me an apology

Meanwhile on the stage the Zombie dancers were replaced by a live band of sea elves, Zeboim's outfit then changed into skin tight lowrider pants, skimpy red silk underware on the outside, high heels, a white bikini top that left very little of Zeboim's large cleavage to the imgaination, she then did a performance of the Christina Aguilera song "Dirrty"

Dirrty

Dirrty
Filthy
Nasty
Too dirrty to clean my act up
If you ain't dirrty... you ain't here to party!

Ladies move, gentlemen move
Somebody ring the alarm
A fire on the roof
Ring the alarm (And I'm throwin elbows)
I said ring the alarm (And I'm throwin elbows)
Ring the alarm (And I'm throwin elbows)

Ooh, I'm overdue
Gimme some room, I'm comin' through
Paid my dues, I'm in the mood
Me and my girls gonna shake the room
DJ's spinnin (show your hands)
And let's get dirrty (that's my jam)
I need that ... to get me off
Sweatin' till my clothes come off

It's explosive, speakers are thumpin'
Still jumpin', 6 in the morning
Table dancin', glasses are crashin'
No question, time for some action!

Temperature's up (Can you feel it?)
'Bout to erupt (so get)
Gonna get my girls
Get your boys
Gonna make some noise...

Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin' gettin' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time for my arrival

Ahh, heat is up
So ladies, fellas, drop your cups
Body's hot from front to back
Move your ass, I like that

Tight hip huggers (low fo' sho')
Shake a little somethin' (On the floor)
I need that ... to get me off
Sweatin' till my clothes come off

Let's get open, cause a commotion
We're still goin', 8 in the morning
There's no stoppin', we keep it poppin'
Hard rockin', everyone's talkin'
Be all you got (give it to me)
Just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls
Get your boys
Gonna make some noise...

Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin' gettin' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time for my arrival

Here it comes
It's the one you been waitin' on
Get up, get it up
Yo, that's what's up
Givin' just what you want to the maximum
Uh oh
Here we go

You can tell when the music starts to drop
That's when we take it to the parking lot
And I betcha somebody's gonna call the cops
Uh oh's, here we go's
Ohh... yeahh...

Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin' gettin' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time for my arrival

Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin' gettin' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time for my arrival

Wanna get rowdy
Let's get a little unruly
Wanna get dressed in a hurry
Let's get dirrty
It's about time that I came to start the party
Let's get a little unruly
Wanna get dressed in a hurry
Let's get dirrty
It's about time for my arrival

During this performance Zeboim did the kind of dirty dancing that would of had Britiney and Madonna blushing fire red.

War walks in, looking extremly uncomfortable in a suit of armour with extraordinary chest muscles, just in time for the break-dance fighting
"Errr..." He wonders if he's going to have to sing, War was never good at singing, except in the case of dwarves, who by tradition, sing, fight and drink at the same time.
Idly, War sets a large dartboard on one wall and pulls out a set of javalines
"Anybody for a go? How 'bout you Spede? You're pretty good with lightning." He grins broadly and hefts a spear

"Alright" Molki smiled. OF course any time Molki took a bet on he usally went alittle too far, such as the ime he opened the gatesof hell and allowed the undead to run free. But this time, he had a feeling he would have MUCH more fun :twisted:

OOC: Is it possible, at all, to keep sex and idiocy out of these things?

OOC: umm, Klon, have you forgotten we're talking about "gods" here?

"Im sorry Spede," Molki made a bow, "I belived that a younger God such as I would have a bit of a more sense of humor that you are currently exhibiting. To make it up to you..." He pulled out a beautfil glowing sword, " This is Glansir, i stole it from a Goddess of War and Thunder." Molki sniggered as he remeberd stealing the sword. "It is very powerful amd will searve you well"

OOC: I understand this seems a little wierd for a god like Molki, but hes like that, unpredictable, just to let you know, there are no strings attached, this isnt a trick spede

Muntgrubly looks at the stage and blanches. "Oh, Me. How My mistakes come back to haunt Me. I never, never, NEVER, should have inspired that "American Idol" thingie." She sighs. "I should have stuck with the Gong Show."

|She turns back to Molki, and resumes grinning wickedly. "Well, Molksi.... We were just saying as how what that crazy blue bitch with the tacky gothic fixation really needs is a good lay. You know, a really good lay. After all, all She's got is some poor mortal schmuck to pound the mattress with. So, howsabout it? Think you can nail Her?"

Muntgrubly's eyes dance with delight, a phenomenon that sends little pleasant shivers through most anything male within range, mortal or God. A subtle rematerialization discards the more outrageously tacky elements of Her outfit, and transforms Her into a vision of splendor that might have inspired a painting of some Italian Renaissance Duchese or Contessa, bejeweled and elegantly desirable.

War shrugs, and hurls the spear, which sinks about two inches into the target, then falls out.
"I must be getting rusty..." War mutters as he picks up the spear

After hearing Muntgrubly's propositon, Molkis smile disapeared. "Well, its not like i havent done worse.." he conteemplated for a second. Then he regained His mighty grin and said "Ill do it", but first let me talk with War, pissing off Gods of War is always a fun thing.

After hearing Muntgrubly's propositon, Molkis smile disapeared. "Well, its not like i havent done worse.." he conteemplated for a second. Then he regained His mighty grin and said "Ill do it", but first let me talk with War, pissing off Gods of War is always a fun thing.

OOC

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, been busy with IRL stuff, as usual, and some other research so I can properly RP one of my new Puppet Nations.

I like to be fair. :wink:

Klonor, sorry I haven't posted a reply, and thanks for your Complement on my Post. Religious I am, and I posted so as to be respectful to the God I believe in yet create one without.....well....showing False towards my Lord God, if you know what I mean. :)

Ok, back IC, and I suppose I begin posting on Nova's jounry to Earths Solar System, Sol as they call it, and to Earth.

IC

Suddenly, Nova stopped infront of a Beautiful sight. Instantly Nova knew this objects shape, a circle. This circle had a proper name, more proper. Nova thought, then knew it was a planet. Yet, still, he wanted to know its name, such a huge circle called a planet, swirling clouds and amazing colors. Nova then knew it was called by Man, Jupiter.

"Lord God," Nova started with awe towards his Creator, "Your creation Man has named Jupiter is....beautiful and amazing."

A bright yet small object formed beside Nova, almost like a very small Star, yet small enough to be the size of Nova's head. It then spake with the Voice that could only be His, "This has been created for the Man to view in awe at my Power, as thou art doing now."

Nova nodded, the Voice continued, "I am pleased with thee, Nova, for thy hast shown effort in respecting and knowing all I, God Almighty, hath created. Thou shalt now continue forth to Earth, the planet I hath created for Man. Go, Nova, and shine forth in my Glory, for thou art Holy a Creation to thy Creator."

Smiling, Nova bowed before the light, then continued through a belt of huge rocks, past a red-like planet, and stopped again above a Blueish planet. Instantly Nova knew this was Earth. Smiling with happiness for his Creator's other Creation, Man, Nova decended to the clouds quickly.

Yet, as Nova stepped upon the face of the Earth, he looked about, and saw that his Creator's work was still Beautiful. Looking up, closing his eyes and smiling with thoughts of Praise for God Almighty, his Creator, Nova continued to walk, only following the small path made by creations of Man.

As he walked, something of another Creation of his Creator, not Man, cought his attention. Nova's expression of happiness quickly turned to wonder, then ponder, as he walked to path to a different place, a place which held beings long forgotten by Man.

Muntgrubly laughed, a silvery ripple like a mountain stream.

"Oh, you're a peach, toots. OK, if you pull it off, I'll give you, um...."

She thinks a minute

"Ten of my most talented votaries. Think about it, Molksi... ten of the world's most talented, brilliant writers, artists, musicians, television producers, advertising executives.... all for you to twist into bigtime mischief-makers. Fun, huh?"

"Plus, of course," She dropped Her eyes in assumed modesty, "A truly spectacular roll in the hay to take the bad taste away, hmmmm?"

Athenon has begun to feel very uncomfortable...even at his own party... He's not good with talking to people that he barely knows... The only talent that he really loves to show off is his voice and his ability to play guitar, so he decided to make a performance.

Athenon walked up to the stage and everyone was staring at him. He pulled out his acoustic guitar and started to perform the song My Immortal by Evanescence (for all those out there, its about someone who lost their lover, and now they are trying to move on in life)

I'm so tired of being here
supressed by all my childish fears
and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
cause your presence still lingers here
and it wont leave me alone

these wounds wont seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
and I held your hand through all of these years
but you still have....all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
but now im bound by the life you left behind
your face that haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds wont seem to heal
this pain is just to real
theres just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
and I held your hand through all of these years
but you still have....all of me

ive tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
but though you're still with me
I've been alone all along....


After the performance, Athenon became deeply distressed....and ran out of the party...

Molki watched in curiosity as Atheneon left, then figured he really didnt give a rats ass. He had agreed to Muntgrubly's proposial, so he might as well get it over with. He really wasnt intrested in sex, he just wanted attention. He waltzed over to Zeboim and immediatly got rid of his grin and changed into a rather glum look. "Good evening Zeboim, i hear you attempted an attack on Athens today, very nice but you still lost. I think the way you do, that humans are our playthings." He leaned over and whisperd into her ear "You and I can rule this universe together, And we can go to Krynn and control that too...only if you agree to join me..."

Waling slowly the path to somewhere unknown, three travelers came to Nova. Nova stopped, seeing all were injured in some way, "Are you alright?"

Looking at Nova, the people suddenly became calm, better, as if something renewed their spirits. "You have come," said one man, "Truly God does exist, for these other gods are evil."

Nova looked at the man with confusion, "Other gods? There is only One God, whom can show otherwise?"

As if on cue of some sort lightning strunk down on the man, and he fell dead. Looking with calm yet sad eyes, Nova looked up to see, to his suprise, some type of Falseness in image.

"You are Zeos," Nova suddenly thought aloud, "Thou hast done no good here, and Lord God is displeased."

The being decended the heavens and stood as a giant some feet away, the ground rumbling beneath them. The boy and woman were crouched with fear beside their dead father and husband, looking both at Nova and at the one called Zeus.

"I am God among Gods," said Zeos with pride, "That fool hast no rule over me!"

With sadness once more, Nova looked straight up once more, this time seemingly praying. Immedietly the clouds turned black, lightning shooting forth with anger.

"No, its impossible," said Zeos with suprise, "You cannot control me! I am worshipped!"

An angry voice boomed from the heavens, neither earthly nor of heavly, but of Supreme Athority from Heaven. "Thou Art Not Worthy To Continue On This Earth," boomed the voice, "Ye Shall Forever Step No More on this Planet, Thou False god of Zeos!"

Yelling in anger, the entire earth shook as a huge bolt of lightning struck forth onto Zeos, seconds later dissappearing, the dark clouds turning to normal white, a Dove flying to rest on the dead man.

Nova looked at the dove, nodding and knealing next to the body. Nova touched the man for a moment, then life returned into the once dead body.

"I.....," started the man, but Nova intirupted, "Calm, Creation of God Almighty, for you have indeed met the Almighty. Go, Thou hast a family from the blessing of God to care for."

With a nod, he stood, thanking Nova as he walked with pride along his merry way.

Nova stood, and began the way the man came. His mission was clear: Bring The False gods the Truth of Their Creator, whom they betrayed once they denied Lord God the Worship and Praise of His Creations.

Nuitari watched his sisters rather bizzare performances of "MOBscene" and "Dirrty" and said out loud to himself, "Thats my sister for ya." and a spellbook materialized out of no where and Nuitari began to read it.

Zeboim meanwhile smiled at Molki and said in a coy voice, "Join you for what... exactly?"

War, still a little worse for the drink, decides to get in on this...
"Who wants to die?
War-huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War-huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Yeah
War-I despise
'Cos it means destruction
Of innocent lives
War means tears
To thousands of mothers how
When their sons go off to fight
And lose their lives
I said
War-huh
It's an enemy of all mankind
No point of war
'Cos you're a man
*(Repeat)
Give it to me one time-now
Give it to me one time-now
War has shattered
Many young men's dreams
We've got no place for it today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord, there's just got to be a better way
It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War
War
War-Good God, now
Now
Give it to me one time now
Now now
What is it good for?"
War grins, then falls over.

Nuitari grew really bored and really drunk really quick after he downed several bottles of wine. Being bored (and drunk) Nuitari tried his hand at signing the first song that came to mind.

Nine Inch Nails, Starf*ckers.inc

my god sits in the back of the limousine
my god comes in a wrapper of cellophane
my god pouts on the cover of the magazine
my god's a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene

i have arrived and this time you should believe the hype
i listened to everyone now i know that everyone was right
i'll be there for you as long as it works for me
i play a game
it's called insincerity

starf*ckers
starf*ckers
starf*ckers, inc.
starf*ckers

i am every fucking thing and just a little more
i sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore
and when i suck you off not a drop will go to waste
it's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste, yeah
(asskisser)

starf*ckers
starf*ckers
starf*ckers, inc.
starf*ckers

all our pain
how did we ever get by without you?
you're so vain
i bet you think this song is about you
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?

now i belong i'm one of the chosen ones
now i belong i'm one of the beautiful ones

BUMP

Nova stopped, he heard something, something unusual. Looking around someone suddenly appeared, a shadow.

"Nova," started the shadow, "You are a fool to attack the Gods, fool I say to thee!"

Nova just kept walking, Tempations and threats could not become problems for him, because his mission was to bring these "gods" back to reality that they were created, not the creators.

Nuitari watched his sisters rather bizzare performances of "MOBscene" and "Dirrty" and said out loud to himself, "Thats my sister for ya." and a spellbook materialized out of no where and Nuitari began to read it.

Zeboim meanwhile smiled at Molki and said in a coy voice, "Join you for what... exactly?"

" Bcome my queen, and you and I shall rule all of creation side by side" Molki winked, "Plus, i hear im a real wild fire."

OOC: Since gods dont really have a church or a justice odfthe peace to marry them , this would more b a steady gf, bf kinda thing

Spede glanced around, seeing nothing but the usual decadence of the Gods.

Pity. That is what I feel for all of you. Nothing but pity. None of you are worthy of that which you have.

With a flash Spede is gone, back to Trone where he can sit and ponder. Suddenly, he remembers the new being he had encountered. One which had not yet been scarred by the actions of the others.

I will find this new God. Perhaps we may remain above the pettiness of the others.

So Spede goes searching for Nova

"I accept." Zeboim said a voice filled with sweetness, "And together Molki, the universe shall be ours."

Nuitari meanwhile had staggered out of the party and after falling down several times and tripping over his own staff he gained enough focus to teleport himself to his home on this planet, the Black Palace. There he went to sleep off his first state of drunkness in several millenia. For some reason he just had to indulge this night. "I'll regret this tomorrow." he thought before all awareness left him.

"Alrighty then", Molki said," ill coem with you to your palace, i really dont have a home, and there we can 'talk'" :wink: :D

Ares arrives at the party a little late and it is already in full swing.Hes nored so he decides to go talk to Muntgrubly.Hey sexy hows it goin?Where did your bf Spede go?

Nova walked across the short path and looked at the clear, fresh stream of water. Looking up once again and smiling, praising his Creators beautiful makings, Nova looked for a place to sit and watch this stream.

Seeing a rock, he walked over and sat, white robes settling. Looking at the stream with happiness, a deer came, looked at Nova, and began to drink without a worry.

Suddenly a new creature appeared, one of the gods, perhaps not. Looking at the humanoid, Nova began, "Hello to thee. I am Nova, sent by my Creator, God Almighty, on a mission that shall be in His name."

The human stopped, nodding, "I'm Spede.."

OOC:

Alrighty, did the encounter and less of your part of speach as possible, Klonor.

-BUMP-

I am Spede, Swift God of Lightning. Welcome to the World. Please, come with me to Trone, there we may look upon the World without the interruptions of the other petulant Gods.

Spede slowly begins to rise, beckoning for Nova to follow.

On the otherside of the stream, unaware of the other God's nearby Nuitari splashed water on his face, trying to wash away his hangover from the party. His long black robes made out of the softest satin created a void of darkness in the sunlight. His face looked even more like a corpse. "I am never drinking that much ever agian." he said outloud to himself as he reached for his black iron staff to help him stand up.

Athenon, still feeling rejected after his in depth performance, went back to Earth, except now, he went to a solitude area on Earth. The trees were dead, flowers rotting, no living animals were there....it was terrible. He sat down to think about his life before....


No one knows about the pain that I've felt, losing the one person I could love the most. Yes...she was a goddess. The goddess of nature, Auriela. I loved her...and she was taken from me by a terrible god. I will never mention his name. He ruined my life, and I will never be the same, happy person that I used to be.

Athenon starts to walk into the dead forest, comtemplating life more...and wondering why he got the cold shoulder from many of the gods/goddesses

*watches the other gods from the shadows*

[quote="Euroslavia"][i] Athenon, still feeling rejected after his in depth performance, went back to Earth, except now, he went to a solitude area on Earth. The trees were dead, flowers rotting, no living animals were there....it was terrible.

*aplogizes for the trees, and says the animals are because of a vampire raid*

After a long time spent on earth, thinking about what happened at the party, he decided that he should go back to the old way of things, helping humans out when they are in trouble. If any other god needed him, they would have to contact him at Mt. Olympus.

I just don't feel like intervening with the gods anymore. Since I don't really have "powers" to kill people as Spede and War do (god of wisdom has no attack power), I must not be important.

Athenon returns to his palace and greets his lesser god-servants. Ermethica was his favorite, the god of innocence (which really didnt do much considering how crappy the planet was now-a-days). His power's were weakening for the past 200 years, and they've continued to weaken. That's when it hit Athenon.

I know what I can do, I can help Ermethica to become powerful again. That will be my goal for the next few years. Help build temples in the name of Ermethica. Now...its deciding which city would be best for him..... maybe....no....too risky.....but then again, I don't have much of a choice...Corinth will be it. The chosen city for the god of innocence.

OOC: sorry i havnt been on more, theres just been too much going on.

IC: Molki told Zebiom he would meet her at her palace, he had some things to take care of...


Out side of the recently runied city of Athens Tim the sheep herder quietly herded his sheep. Tim was a polythesic kind of guy (Belived in multipe gods), whose belief was beginning to fail after his home of Athens was destroyed by an unknown force. He held up his small totem of Athenon and looked at it. Then pulled his Muntgrubly toem out and began to play with thwem as a little girl would play with her dolls.
Suddenly a ball of fire flew down from thhe heavens and incinereated his sheep.
Tim had been knocked backwards by the blast and lifeted himself up to see glowing sphere hovering before him.
"O my , Im sorry ...umm any way I AM THE LORD GOD MOLKI" the sphere said.
Tim looked at Him blankly. "Ive never heard of you before.."
"NOW YOU HAVE, I AN MY CONSTORT ZEBOIM HAVE CHOSEN YOU TO BE OUR PROPHET..."
Tim thought about this then ansewerd, "Weeeeellll.. Ok." and he left to spreadx the Word of Molki....

I am Spede, Swift God of Lightning. Welcome to the World. Please, come with me to Trone, there we may look upon the World without the interruptions of the other petulant Gods.

As this Spede finished, and motioned for Nova to follow, Nova looked around quickly and nodded, lifting off the ground and flying to meet Spede, going to this "Throne."

Sighing, Nova knew he would have to slow his progress to be able to have conversations with this being, but by Spede's name alone it seemed he was a Creation of God. Yet, to respect Spede, Nova kept the thoughts from his mind any longer, knowing his Creator would allow him this jounrey and allow Nova time to wonder at His Creations on this Earth.

Molki sat deep in Mount Sarreat, home of the dwarves. He oversaw his chosen people making great and powerful swords and armor for his new army. This army would soom become worthy of the god War, even though it would be used for his and all the other gods destruction.

Molki went to the cavern where each of his 100 new prides and joys stood. The were each six feet tall and muscled, wtih scale-like patterns all over their bodies. They were his expirements, a mixture of his own blood and the blood of dragons. These beings were the greatest warriors in the world. Using magic, their already rapid godlike growth into adulthood was quickened. They were immortal unless killed. They could think and move faster than any man alive. They all aslo had limted contorl over fire.
Molki's army could not be stopped...