by E C Chii
“Sure, I just need to think about you seeing it. Give me a second.” Peirce replied.
Name: Pierce Pwnson
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Race: Draconic/ Ogre Hybrid
Level: 1
Alignment: Chaotic
Moral: Neutral
Class: None
HP: 150
Mana: 50
STA: 150
Armor: 0
Carry: 2/450 kg
EXP: 0/1000
Attributes
Attribute Value
Resistances
Affinity
STR
30 Base
Light: 3%
Light: 0%
DEX
9 Base
Dark: 3%
Dark: 0%
AGI
7 Base
Lightning: 3%
Lightning: 0%
WIS
6 Base
Ice: 3%
Ice: 0%
INT
10 Base
Fire: 3%
Fire: 0%
CHA
5 Base
Earth: 3%
Earth: 10%
CON
30 Base
Wind: 3%
Wind: 0%
LCK
15 Base
Psychic: 3%
Psychic: 0%
Languages: Common
HP/STA Regen: .09 pts per sec
Mana Regen: .0005pts per sec
Skills (Skill Points Remaining: 0 Common)
Blood Scales
Level 1, Beginner
Racial
Enhanced Physicality
Level 1, Beginner
Racial
Ogre’s Strength
Level 1, Beginner
Racial
Crushing Blow
Level 1, Beginner
Common
Crafts
Magic
Techniques
Traits
Blood Scales Level 1 (Passive, Racial) – Absorb 1 of HP for every drop of blood spilled in a 1-meter radius
Enhanced Physicality Level 1 (Passive, Racial) –Increase CON stat by 20 points and strength by 5.
Ogre’s Strength Level 1 (Passive, Racial) – Increase STR stat by 10 points.
Crushing Blow Level 1 (Active, Common) – While using a 2-handed weapon you have a 40% damage increase against armored targets for 10 seconds. Cost: 30 STA. Cooldown: 30 seconds
Name: Raven Hill
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Race: Draconic/Sylph Hybrid
Level: 1
Alignment: Chaotic
Moral: Neutral
Class: None
HP: 50
Mana: 80
STA: 50
Armor: 5
Carry: 2/60 kg
EXP: 0/1000
Attributes
Attribute Value
Resistances
Affinity
STR
6 Base
Light: 4.8%
Light: 0%
DEX
12 Base
Dark: 4.8%
Dark: 0%
AGI
15 Base
Lightning: 4.8%
Lightning: 10%
WIS
18 Base
Ice: 4.8%
Ice: 0%
INT
16 Base
Fire: 4.8%
Fire: 0%
CHA
10 Base + 20 Racial
Earth: 4.8%
Earth: 0%
CON
10 Base
Wind: 4.8%
Wind: 10%
LCK
5 Base
Psychic: 4.8%
Psychic: 0%
Languages: Common
HP/STA Regen: .003pts per sec
Mana Regen: .005pts per sec
Skills (Skill Points Remaining: 0 Common)
Natural Scales
Level N/A, Beginner
Racial
Accelerated Regeneration
Level 1, Beginner
Racial
Slyph Seduction
Level 1, Beginner
Racial
Sylphic Flight
LOCKED
Crafts
Sylphic Magic
Sylph’s Blessing
Level 1, Beginner
Racial
n/a
n/a
n/a
Techniques
Traits
Pulling up the details about her abilities yielded some interesting information.
Natural Scales Level 1 (Passive, Racial) – Increase healing magic by 10% efficiency. Every 5th character level yields a new spell automatically.
Accelerated Regeneration Level 1 (Passive, Racial) – While in the sun or forested areas, natural HP, STA, and MP are increased by 50%, while in caves or sunless locations -50% HP, STA, and MP regeneration.
Sylph Seduction Level 1 (Passive, Common) – Increases CHA stat by 10 Points. Each level in Seduction increases CHA by 1 point and increases chance for random occurrence of ‘mesmerize’ to take effect on an opponent. Current value = .01%, may only occur once per battle
Sylphic Flight – LOCKED – Due to be a mixed blooded sylph you will not have access to this ability until level 50.
Sylph’s Blessing Level 1 (Spell, Racial) – Restores 10 HP over a 30 second time span. Stacks up to 3 times. Range: Arm’s length, Cost: 15 MP, Instant Cast
Raven hissed at her own luck, “Fuck.”
Pierce looked up from his own screens and mid bite. “What’s up?”
“I’m a fucking healer…. You best keep your ass outta fire mother fucker.” Raven seethed
Epilogue – The Pantheon Divided
Lady Arete was summoned by the current Lord of the Pantheon, Sother the god of Vice. He stood two and a half meters tall, long blonde hair, and facial features that simply belonged in a fairytale. As she walked in she saw that Vhisk was already kneeling bloodied, beaten and in submission. The contrast from Sother’s perfect physique contrasted greatly to Vhisk’s beastly appearance. She stopped mid-step as soon as she saw Sother’s spear had him pinned to the floor. Vhisk was many things but a fighter was certainly not it. She paled as she looked around to see that Týr was also present, but he was in a much worse condition. His body was physically restrained by Sother’s four lieutenants. She sneered at Emis the goddess of death, Wusborh the god of avarice, Hacris the god of conquest, and Zyasis the goddess of envy.
“Mind getting off my brother, would you? Even if we can’t die you should remember that showing respect for the members of the pantheon are required. Also, you do know that by attacking members of the pantheon you are breaking your own laws?” Arete spat.
Zyasis smiled and leaned forward putting additional pressure on the oversized shotel sickle-sword that was lodged into Týr’s left knee. The action shot a wave of pain through Týr forcing a groan from his lips. All the while that this was happening Arete could see the faintest of injuries that had just healed crisscrossing her face. Once she noticed that, she then noticed the incredibly ragged look of the four lieutenants. A smile came across her face, Týr must have had a blast schooling these jokes before eventually getting beaten. She had only wished she could have been here to watch it.
A condescending voice in what she now knew as a British accent brought her attention back to the man pinning Vhisk to the floor. “Lady Arete, so nice of you to join us. We were just having a very cordial conversation with your brother and good friend Vhisk. As for the law portion I have just decided that it needs to be changed and any god or goddess who does not wish to do my bidding will be subject to punishment. Being the only one out of this group that seems to still be able to talk, would be so kind and answer my questions we can do away with this trifle of a misunderstanding.”
“What could one such as myself, who was thrown out of the pantheon, do for the one who is currently breaking its laws an
d threw me out?” She growled
“Oh, like I said, just a trifle. I just need some information. How did you pull those three into this world and from what era did they come from?” he asked with a sadistic grin as he twisted the spear making the shallow breaths Vhisk was taking stop abruptly from pain.
Arete’s breath caught in her throat.
Composing herself she said, “I cannot say I know what you are speaking of. However, what I can say is I do not appreciate your assault on my brother, no do I appreciate you impaling my paramour. Would you mind having those mangy mutts pull their toys out of Týr, lest they become even more jealous over what a real deity feels like?”
Zyasis’ face became a mask of rage and hate at the comment and immediately pulled her shotel from Týr’s knee causing him to grunt. Immediately after it was removed not a single drop of blood fell from the wound and began to mend. When it finished healing it wasn’t perfect but left a nice and respectable scar to show as a trophy.
With his knee now fully operational he could push off it is forcing Wusborh’s jagged great axe to become dislodged from his right shoulder. In the span of seconds Týr had somehow liberated himself from the four lieutenant’s weapons but not without some extremely grievous wounds that were healing just as quickly as they were formed.
Stretching to the sound of bones setting, and joints popping back into place. An eager smile from ear to ear was splashed across his face.
“Ah, much better. That was a good warm up, but I think it’s time for a real workout.”
Looking over to Emis as he drew his spare skeggöx battle-axe from his belt loop and hurstwic shield from his back, “Honey, would you mind going another round? It has been so long since we last danced.”
In a husky and aroused voice Emis replied, “Certainly darling, it will be like the last time we visited your mother.”
Arete grimaced while Týr laughed jovially, “Oh that was such a blood bath. Our father enjoyed that family reunion. Did you know that afterwards he asked when we were planning on having kids? Do you know what I told him?”
Emis’ pursed her lips with narrow eyes, “No, pray do tell love.”
With a knowing smirk and a wink, Týr replied, “Oh just sometime this millennium was the initial plan, but with today’s foreplay I think it might be much sooner.”
The faintest hint of a smile hit her face for less than even one millionth of a second and just as quickly replaced by a sneer that convinced everyone in the room and almost even Týr himself.
“I don’t think that will happen unless…. No, never mind, you know our conditions.” Emis replied.
While this conversation was continuing Zyasis, Wusborh, and Hacris were inching around him to aiming to surround him again. As this was occurring Vhisk’s body began to flicker and fade drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
Sother’s brow crinkled and frowned as he bent to look Vhisk in the yes. What he found both amused and angered him at the same time. Vhisk was smiling, brought up his hand, and pinch Sother’s nose. Sother reeled back in both surprise and rage.
As Sother caught himself after stepping back a f pace, unbridled rage covered his face and was even more infuriated by Vhisk’s comment, “Got your nose.” Before flickering out of existence.
When Vhisk pinched his nose an illusion of Sother’s perfect face was marred by a missing nose. If Sother wasn’t mad before he was apoplectic over volume of laughter coming from both Týr and the now reappeared Vhisk leaning on Týr’s shoulder. Týr was laughing so hard at the scene he had even dropped his skeggöx and was only holding onto it the loop at the end.
Vhisk was giggling at the prank that had just fell into his lap to Arete’s confusion and shock. Sother screamed in rage as he launched his spear directly at Vhisk’s head. Týr brought up his shield narrowly deflecting the thrown spear digging a deep groove as it was pushed up and over the trio. Arete summoned her armor and spiked gauntlets ready to defend herself. The two groups of deities stood opposed each other for several long moments before Vhisk broke the silence with his cheering.
“Fuck yeah! You owe me one of your knives Týr. The spear landed just over the doorway and was not deflected elsewhere. So, pay up!” Vhisk cheered
Still eyeing the five other gods and goddesses he quickly glanced back to verify the claim only to see he was right and softly cursed when he saw it lodged a few centimeters from the edge of the doorway. Still holding his shield forward, he let his axe dangle from its loop. Grabbing a large nearly a small sword kukri he had forged recently and handed it to Vhisk.
“This makes us even, don’t lose it as Aohr would kill me if he found out it was lost so frivolously.”
Sother’s face had become red by this time as his rage could no longer be contained, insanity filled his eyes and spittle flew from his mouth, “You dare touch me and then ignore me? Fine have it your way, it has been a long time coming. I officially remove both of you from the pantheon. You are cut off from the pantheon’s resources and powers. Go and stand on the outside looking in as the world changes without you.”
Vhisk, and Týr visibly deflated a bit as a significant amount of power drained from them when they were cut off from the pantheon. Even with that, they both had grins and smiles upon their faces as though they got exactly what they wanted.
A world notification was sent out causing every inhabitant to pause in shock.
Týr the God of War has been forcibly kicked from the Unified Pantheon.
Vhisk the God of Mischief has been forcibly kicked from the Unified Pantheon.
Sother further enraged by their jovialness commanded his lieutenants to attack them, but Emis stepped in front of them. With a disgusted look on her face as though she smelled feces forcing the others to stop.
“What are you doing Emis?” Sother hissed at Emis.
In her husky voice that was colder than arctic ice, as she set her warhammer on her shoulder and in a flash, was in full combat armor. “Remember when you recruited me to be your lieutenant?”
The entire room was taken aback at the sudden escalation, in the treaties unifying the light and dark pantheon, wearing full combat armor was akin to declaring war.
Sother’s mouth was agape opening and closing and with the illusion of his nose missing made him look fish. “I… I…”
In a louder voice she interrupted, “You said that you would never excommunicate Týr! You said that if I support you, you would never excommunicate him and when you swore it I told you. That if you ever broke your word I would walk away and be your opponent until the day this world ends. Today I will walk away, but if you send anyone after me or my husband I swear to all that exist I will bring you low. Do you wish to try me?”
The other lieutenants looked at her in pure shock and uncertainty. Sother finally regained his composure. “You know what you are about to do?” He jeered.
“As I am a lieutenant you can no excommunicate me. That’s why I no longer with to be part of the pantheon an oath breaker runs.”
Sother curled his lip in contempt, “Go and don’t come back.”
Emis moved her free hand going through windows. With a few final motions a loud ‘boom’ sound echoed through the world followed by a message.
Emis the Goddess of Death has left the Unified Pantheon.
The luster of the throne room visibly became less majestic from the sudden loss of power brought by Emis was visible the full depth of her leaving could not be determined now.
Sother raised his hand to stop the others from attacking and responded, “Go before I decided to change my mind.”
Letting him have the last word Emis turned to walk out. As she passed she looked Týr in the eyes and said the simple phrase, “We will talk later”
That single phrase spoke volumes and sent a chill down Arete and Vhisk’s spine. Following her they all were left the throne room pondering what the far-reaching effects would be, even if they couldn’t predict what the masses would do.
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h GSG Characters
Name: Wolf Mikall
Age: 1000 (28)
Sex: Male
Race: Draconic/Beastkin Hybrid
Level: 10
Alignment: Chaotic
Moral: Neutral
Class: Factotum
HP: 185
Mana: 175
STA: 185
Armor: 49
Carry: 67/160 kg
EXP: 5715/9000
Attributes
Attribute Value
Resistances
Affinity
STR
28 Base
Light: 10%
Light: 8%
DEX
22 Base + 1 Item
Dark: 10%
Dark: 4%
AGI
24 Base + 2 Item
Lightning: 10%
Lightning: 12%
WIS
17 Base +10 Item
Ice: 10%
Ice: 7%
INT
25 Base +10 Item
Fire: 10%
Fire: 6%
