Animoras flashes angrily, his cloak spinning about his mask in a wild circle.
"W-what?! Goldie, you damned stick in the mud! Fine, fine! Let them be boring! So DREADFULLY dull and un-comedic! But, you know, I think I want to spice this place up!"
Using 2 acts, Animoras creates a quadruped, lupine lifeform on Bachalinius. It is carnivorous, bright purple, with bright green eyes, four of them, in fact. It possesses two tails, two toes on each paws, bright scarlet claws, long scarlet teeth, a bright green leathery tongue that extends up to a foot outside its mouth. Its saliva is venomous, however, in a unique fashion. Bite wounds from the creatures start to turn bright green and numb. The color and numbness spread throughout the body of the victim slowly, immobilizing them. Eventually, the numbness will pass, but the color stays. It is very swift, hunts in packs, and preys upon Hedaks and other lifeforms on Bachalinius.
Animoras laughs. "Here, THESE creatures shall be far more interesting! I deem them VORPAL HOUNDS!"
He turns to Florence.
"But I do owe you, don't I not, Florrie? Ah, yes, I robbed you of trade, albeit unintentionally! Well, fear not! These dull creatures simply need more things to consider valuable! Let's see..."
Using another act, Animoras makes a new form of plant life! It's a vine, scarlet roots, with rainbow colored leaves. It flowers every month, producing bright green flowers, which eventually form medium sized, juicy fruit. When eaten, these fruit produce a mild sense of euphoria, making colors sharper and inducing happiness in those who eat them. It primarily grows on the sides of rocky outcroppings.
"There we go, a new form of plant life! It's ripe for farming, trading, what have you. Ain't that nice of me, Florrie? Ain't I the greatest! And, to you, Goldielocks, those wolves will force the Hedaks to band together. You like civilization, yes? Yes you do, you boring metal man, you. And, believe it or not, *gasp*, so do I! I need civilization for art and comedy, you dunderhead! So no need to attack my spheres out of spite, Goldie!"
He laughs, swirling about.
"But you made a right fool of yourself, wasting acts like that, so all is forgiven! Now, I know what I want to do with this last sliver of power, but, hey, I'll save it for now! Let's see what the rest of you schlubs got!"
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Acquinas ignored Animoras taunts, thinking to himself: Wasted my acts? I am the only one who has been spending them senseably! He shook his head and shrunk to a smaller size to wonder around Rejett again, contemplating the creatures upon it.
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Hrog returns to Bachalinus speeding past the bickering gods. "You crazy fools. Consider what it is you do before you do it. The Hedaks have no defense against these Vorpal Hounds. How are they to survive, even in communities, if left as they are?"
Hrog's living metal tool twists into the shape of powerful vines and sticks as the limbs of the Hedaks grow strong and branches from the beer root burst out of the sea to crawl along the land. Then he returns to his cave where he spends one of Bachalinus' days forging madly away. He provides smelter's cave with a massive anvil, drawn up out of its floor. This anvil will help any Smith that offers prayers to Hrog by removing whatever it is the smith considers an impurity from the metal. It does so by connecting to the Hedak's empathic link. Then he builds a forge, glowing with the coals of beer root branches. While this forge will never run out of fuel, it appears as a normal Forge and can be used as a guide for building more. Around this forge he scatters many simple tools, armaments, metal rods and ores that the Hedaks can use as examples. It is all very simple, but he has not the time to fix everything to his liking, not yet.
Reaching into the mind of the hermit who had come to him earlier, he instills visions of warriors fending off the deadly Vorpal Hounds with weapons forged within the cave.
"Now, they stand a chance but it is still not much of one. Acquinas, Animoras, I expect an herb from of you that will allow the Hedaks to survive." Hrog sets off from the other gods in a huff.
Strong Hedaks - 1 Act Beer Root Landfall - 1 Act The Great Anvil (Artifact, one power) - 1 Act The Great Forge (Artifact, one power) - 1 Act Teaching the Hedaks to Work Metal by Way of Example - 1 Act Gathering Hedaks - Prophetic Vision
Goldberg frowns at Hrog's actions on Bachalinus. True, the Hedaks were dangerously endangered by the Hounds, but he had gone too far. Now, the Hedak were not only in a position to wipe out their predators, but the forge god was obviously plotting to force them into being his own devout followers.
"I think, perhaps, I will intervene on your behalf Animoras. It would be a shame, after all, if the Hrog's meddling ruined your dogs so utterly, especially when you've just created them."
Goldberg grabs a handful of the noxious air of Bachalinus and falls to the planet. Walking up to a cavern entrance, he blows the fumes inside and within moments bright, multi-coloured fungi spout throughout the dark and underground places on the bright world. These mushrooms are highly poisonous, and take in large amounts of oxygen while releasing hydrogen as well as a weak natural light. Though the caverns are now lit enough to venture inside, the beings of the planet will find it almost impossible to survive for more then an hour or so due to the lack of a decent amount of breathable air. In addition, the hydrogen in the air is liable to light up nearby flames and cause massive destruction. - 2 acts
"Hm, yes, yes! But... Wait... No! No! Silly Bergerman, I don't the mountains to explode!... Or do I? That'd be quite entertaining, wouldn't it? Oh, but it'd undo so much work! You're a cruel, cruel god, Bergerman, to make this fool choose between comedy and sensibility! Oh, but I can appreciate the jest in all of this! And they're so colorful! No, I shall not undo these mushrooms that put the "fun" in "fungi"! I have the greatest idea, but, alas, it would cost me my final act!"
He spins off to Retjett.
"HEY NYUCK-NYUCKS! Where are ya, you ol' betentacled ghoul you? Ah! There you are!"
Animoras, upon locating Ñyoche, starts to dance around the god of Urban Legends, laughing.
"You like DARK, SCARY caves, don't ya, Nyuck-Nyucks? You like how OMINOUS and FOREBODING they are, right? Well, then, I need your help!"
His cloak winds around the darker god, his mask coming to rest upon his shadowy shoulder.
"See, your buddy, the Bergerman, you know, the one who likes symmetry and all that jazz? Well, he did me a solid by making the most WONDERFUL mushrooms that are colorful, poisonous, glow, and emit HYDROGEN! Lots of hydrogen! I'm afraid, a bit too much of it! Now, I love the things, right, and I don't want to get rid of 'em, and I do like me some dangerous, colorful caves! But, I'm afraid, here is where we have a problem, I don't want those caves EXPLODING. Nor would you! After all, without deep, mostly-dark places, what would the Hedaks be afraid of, hm? So, this is what I suggest!"
He spins off of Ñyoche, twisting into the sky, before coming back down to face him.
"I need.... A CREEPY-CRAWLY! Hahaha, yes, yes! Something DREADFUL in bright reds and yellows! Something with many legs and venomous fangs! Most importantly, something that can eat all that damned hydrogen! Well, okay, not ALL of it. We do still want those caves to be dangerous, yes? Now, I think you're the right guy for the job, eh?! So, how's about it, Nyuck-Nyucks? How's about we SAVE MY PLANET!"
He tilts his mask.
"I mean, I'd do it, but I have some other plans in store! Plus, I just made a predator! I introduced fear to the planet! So how's about it, buddy? Wanna help me out?"
Victus grumbles while the other gods bicker and wait for eternity to come. Things were going too slowly, there was not enough of anything yet. If there is one thing Victus hates it is a DUMP in the middle of ANOTHER, LARGER DUMP. Entropy can't do its thing if there is nothing happening in the first place! So he tired of sitting in the endless mounds of filth and came down to each planet to instill a little more livelihood.
Reaching into the depths of Bachalinus, he gave life to a new creature, one whose tendrils would feed off the vast deposits of hydrogen underground and fill their fruiting bodies with it, bloating them into giant grotesque balloons. But that was only the first part, after the Gasbags collected enough nutrients to mature they would detach from the earth and fly into the heavens above, there they would absorb the oxygen from the atmosphere and bind it with the hydrogen to create precious water that would fall down and water the lands below. Once they depleted their store of hydrogen the balloons would drift back down and die on the ground, whereupon the spores of their kin would take root from their rotting bodies and into the earth once more, starting the cycle anew.
Of course, now something had be done to spruce up the other celestial body. Victus cast his arm over Rejtett and the muck covering his hand dripped onto the lands below, turning into little tear-shaped blobs with legs who would live in the wetlands among the flowers and bulbs whilst feeding on the many insects with their long tongues. They would be known as Blackheads for their appearance as little more than wiggling, waddling heads on legs, all creatures would grow to despise them for they were ugly and constantly uttered a cacophony of cricking, crackling noises throughout the land.
He thought about putting something on the neglected moon Espela, but couldn't come up with anything interesting, instead conserving his energy again. Victus returned to the Scraplands and stewed in his ring of trash once more.
(-2 Acts) Gasbags, enormous fungoid beings that feed off underground gasses that they use to float and combine with surface gasses to create rain.
(-1 Act) Blackheads, small slimy wetland creatures with long tongues that dine on insects and make lots of noise.
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Ñyoche winces a little, shrugs, and then returns to his plotting, "Have fun I suppose."
Lifting one of his wispy arms and having them swirl along the heated flames of his moon, he decides that he's bored. Starforged can find him once he finishes his musings, so who should he meddle with next?
Florence stood in deep contemplation for a while, watching the endeavours of his fellows, and feeling not a little pity for the poor Hedaks.
He decided that the time was ripe to appear to them.
As these beings began to form the loosest of social structures, gazing at the beautiful world which had been created for them, he utilised one act to cause the sky to turn dark, a maelstrom of black clouds swirling in an angry looking circle. The group of newly sentient beings huddled together in fear - but not a little curious. The bravest amongst them dared to venture forth, to the apex of the maelstrom. Suddenly an arc of lightning flashed to the ground, striking the roots of a nearby tree. The tree erupted in flames which grew, menacing and threatening, before a manlike figure emerged from them. He shared some of the characteristics of the Hedaks, but he appeared to them as a form they would find beautiful. Awestruck, the Hedaks gathered around this being, but could not come to close for fear of being burned.
Florence spoke to the sentient beings through this avatar in a booming voice. Surreptitiously using another act to grant the race knowledge of complicated language, he introduced himself as a divine being. The tree grew dark and charred, and using a further act, he modified some of the existing trees to grow into similar dark, charred looking plants. When burned, they would give off dark fumes which would stain the skin of the Hedaks, appealling to their sense of beauty. He directed them to paint their skin with the bark of the tree, which would leave a dark stain similar to the fumes once burned. One of the individuals dared to do so, and would henceforth gain prestige and recognition amongst his peers. Florence enlightened him with the knowledge of fire and the Dark Trees, and directed him to go forth and trade this knowledge. He would curry favours and trade for insects and the like to spread the knowledge of this new tree.
With many theatrics and a fancy display of fire and explosions, Florence withdrew this vision, leaving the land mostly as it had been, except the trees, which - though rare - had become charred and black - a rarity in a world so colourful, and an ideal place for congregations of Hedaks to settle at.
The shaken individuals withdrew from the area, pondering the revelations. The new prophet of Florence took a charred branch from the tree and would use it as a staff and an example of how it could be used when preaching to his fellows. The wood of the tree was rather sturdy and branches could also be used as a weapon to fend off predatory animals. Eventually, the Hedaks would learn how to sharpen these branches to be used as tools and weapons.
"I think, perhaps, I will intervene on your behalf Animoras. It would be a shame, after all, if the Hrog's meddling ruined your dogs so utterly, especially when you've just created them."
"Bah, what is this rubbish? Ruined the dogs? I have merely given some few of the poor Hedaks a chance at survival. No, it is you who would destroy this whole place!"
Hrog zips off to find Florence.
"Ah, there you are you crazy Ice Cream salesman. If you are done with your theatrics, what say we set up a trade? You provide your people with an antidote to these accursed shrooms for my people and mine shall provide the tools and weapons your people require to be able to actually defend one of their gatherings and establish themselves."
Spoke a voice that sounded vaguely like some celebrity in our world. Kochac comes like Kochac goes - which explains her odd period of silence since the previous turn. She gets bored easily. Yup, she's just that type of God. Needless to say, when she's here. You know she's here. I mean, who could ignore that obnoxiously pink blur screaming her head off like some thirteen year old in a Justin Beiber concert.
"Excuse me for a sec, but there has been so many goooooooooood things happening. I can't just stand by here~ ♥♥♥"
Kochac added a couple of more ♥ to the end of the sentence. Plus a few more ♥♥♥. Lord knows, how she manages to pronounce that er, ♥. You might want to ask her friend but he's somewhere else now and too busy to answer questions. Yes, Kochac has friends. You just do not know.
Anyway, yeah. Act spending. Yo listen up here's a story. About a little gal that lives in a blue world. Or pink world. Whatever. Anyway this little gal goes to Bachalinus (note to Animoras: get a catchier name) and does magical things to the planets and stuff.
(-2) Hedaks now have the ability to MANIPULATE EMOTIONS. They can now use it to CONTROL THINGS. e.g. Wolves. OR EACH OTHER! YAY!
(-2) There is now DIONYSUS GRAIN in BACHALINUS! It is a standard wheat thing, very hardy, easy to grow, and pink.
Because fucking pink that's why.
Yay! Now the Hedaks are happy and Kochac is happy too. In celebration, she goes to Rejtett and decides to ride on a very distressed Jankalope. Oh, she also kind of moves her mouth a bit. No sound comes out but judging from her lips it sounds like "Oh Forgeykins, I have plans for your planet~♥♥♥"
Animoras viewed Florence and the Hedaks, his mask betraying no emotion.
His cloak began to whirl. Suddenly it erupted into multicolored flame, spinning wildly and madly. He spun off to Florence.
"SO! THIS IS HOW IT IS, HM? YOU SEEK TO RUIN MY PLANET, DO YOU?! YOU SEEK TO DROWN OUT THE BEAUTIFUL COLOR IN SULLEN ASH?! GOD OF FLAME, GOD OF CINDER, I DEMAND YOU CEASE YOUR SUBVERSIVE ACTIONS AGAINST MY SPHERE. WE CAN LAUGH TOGETHER, BUILDING IN EQUAL POWER, OR WE MAY CLASH IN THESE SKIES LIKE LIGHTNING! IT IS YOUR CHOICE!"
He spins around the fat god quickly before rising to the air once more.
"What say you, hm? What say you? I don't mind being at the butt of a joke or two, but don't be surprised if the time comes when the pie is in YOUR face!"
"On the contrary," said Florence. "Your colourful works of art amuse me, and i would be saddened to see less of it. However, I'm sure that you can agree to there being more variety in the world. One would even argue that the small splotches of dark serve only to highlight the beauty of the rest of your creation. Furthermore, the Hedaks may find darkness of body to be attractive, but nothing has been said about how their fashion sense mighr develop once they decide to start wearing clothes. Garishly clashing bright and flambouyant colours might be all the craze once society becomes more developed - indeed, such a thing would benefit the both of us, as it would be likely to create a vast commercial system based on the buying and selling of fabrics and clothestuff."
"Hmph! Very well, then! Just take care not to obscure my BEAUTY with your ASH, Cinder-God!"
Animoras spun away from him, his cloak taking the appearance of mere motley patchwork once more. He descended upon Bachalinus, invisible to the mortal eye.
"But these creatures are still so... BORING! Wait! I know! I shall help them! Another gift, this one more well-recieved!"
With his final act Animoras touched the minds of the Hedaks. They needed to spread in number, multiply. Within their minds he planted the idea of a peaceful sort polygamy. Mates would be shared between members of their community, regardless of gender. The act of sex would, for their kind, trigger a release of calming chemicals within their brains. This would incentivize the act of reproduction and insure a steady population growth.
"THERE! Now they shall be fruitful, happy, and- Oh. Huh. So THAT's how they do it, huh? You know if this wasn't one of my spheres I'd be pretty grossed out. HAHAHA!!!"
Time passed, the age of godly creation slowly advancing. The god Starforged acted first, reverting the Hedaks to their former dull hues, before finally advancing them to sapience. They would begin to group together once more, under vague, primal clan-tribe societies.
Animorias next acted, creating a new creature. The Vorpal Hound, an unintelligent and aggressive animal, is created to wreak havoc amongst the Hedaks. He also created a bright vine that would flower with strange fruit.
Hrog then strengthened the Hedaks, before inspiring an individual to go out and lead a small society to the cave in the mountain. There, they have taken the tools left for them and learned to forge metal, and are preparing for their inevitable nomadic departure by making weapons. With resources provided, they have no need to learn to acquire them themselves. When they leave, they will be taking their newly-forged weapons and the tools they have found useful with them.
Goldberg then blessed the many caves of that world with a strange toxic fungus, capable of consuming oxygen and emitting hydrogen. This chemistry-defying fungus would spread throughout the world's caverns, and begin to endanger those who ventured within them.
As if to counter the rising threat of the caves exploding, Victus acted next, creating a strange creature that was part both plant and animal. It would consume the hydrogen, before soaring to the upper atmosphere and spreading rain across the barren world. He also created small, black creatures to fill Retjett with noise.
Florence acted next, appearing personally before a group of Hedaks and creating dark, charred-looking plants with interesting properties. He spoke directly to the small tribe and turned them into his own society.
Kochac gave the Hedaks far greater psionic power, and provided them with a new staple crop. Indirectly, her actions would lead to the rise of a peculiar individual, known as the Commander, who wields great psionic power.
Animorias then acted again, restructuring Hedak society slightly to incorporate polygamy, as well as slightly improving upon their neural chemistry.
Pink Star: A large star which is also bright pink. It is shining and full of energy!
The Scraplands: A massive belt of scrap metal and materials in a relatively close orbit around the star. Although nowhere near dense enough to block out the light of the massive star, they do produce a misty band across its midsection, as well as reflecting its light to produce a sparkling halo on either side of the solar orb.
Rejtett: This earth-sized planet is a rough brownish-reddish hue with many crenelations in the form of mountain ranges criss-crossing the planet with golden sand, and with blue seas spread across some areas of the surface. It has an earth-like, easily habitable atmosphere, although the surface is a patchwork of temperate and arid climes with some small equatorial deserts and tundra near the poles. It also features volcanic eruptions in the rugged and arid mountains. Outside of the deserts and tundra, plants are thriving.
Foratu: Moon of the planet Rejtett, this is a tiny ball of rock with a thin atmosphere heated to extreme levels. It has a molten core which, due to its small size, has resulted in the surface being broken up by rivers and lakes of magma, which have heated the atmosphere and tinted it with sulfurous gases. Has living-metal life swimming in the great magma seas.
Espela: Another moon of the planet Rejtett, this is also tiny ball of rock with a thin atmosphere heated to extreme levels. It has a molten core which, due to its small size, has resulted in the surface being broken up by rivers and lakes of magma, which have heated the atmosphere and tinted it with sulfurous gases. Has no life.
Bachalinus: A large, arid planet orbiting the pink star. It has a plain atmosphere which can easily support life. There is little water here which is tainted dirty pink by ash and minerals that foul it. It has high levels of volcanism, which results in many volcanoes belching scarlet flame and dark smoke into the sky. The sky itself is covered in a prismatic array of shifting colorful clouds, but with occasional shows of bright fire which play through the upper atmosphere for short durations. What little rain that falls is tinted various muted colors by the refraction of light through the ash. It's made up of a motley variety of multi-colored rocks and minerals, with the most prevalent color being bright purple. The surface is mainly covered in a rich purple soil, fertilized by ash and insect activity. Second most prevalent are large stretches of deep valleys, with deposits of pink quartz sand on the bottom. Bright yellow sands spot some of the higher areas, made up of a different mineral than the pink-quartz ones, and the highest reaches are composed of bright green mountains. Areas near water are blanketed in brightly-colored plants.
Spheres: Small metal spheres that fill the distant sky with pinpricks of light. Of note is one collection of stars in the shape of an anvil, which glows brighter than the rest.
Red Flower: A dark-red species of plant with five petals and some purple dots that makes deep and sturdy roots where they are planted. They are thriving.
Brown Newbulb: A brown plant which flowers when one of the two moons is full. When in bloom it is bright blue, and consuming it temporarily bestows upon the consumer a greater vitality and strength at the cost of seeing worse in the light. These plants are thriving, although no effort is being made by any creature to consume more of them during their flowering season.
Midnight Flutters: A race of tiny fluttering creatures, midnight black in hue, that fly about pollinating the flowers and spreading them around the land.
Shadow Flitters: A race of tiny fluttering creatures, midnight black in hue, mutated by creation energy from Midnight Flutters. They are parasites that fly around, drinking blood from Jankalopes and Jhollops.
Jankalope: A quadrupedal herbivore that wanders the temperate regions of Retjett. It has stocky legs. It is doing well.
Jhollop: A fat, low-standing quadrupedal herbivore that wanders the arid regions of Retjett. It has an extremely stocky build. It has massive fat reserves and spends most of its time submerged in water, venturing to the shores to eat plants.
Blackheads: Little tear-shaped blobs with legs who would live in the wetlands among the flowers and bulbs whilst feeding on the many insects with their long tongues. They constantly utter a cacophony of cricking, crackling noises throughout the wet parts of the world.
Magma Fish: A creature made of living metal that swims through the magma lakes of this moon. They drink magma and eat minerals. They tend to be solitary creatures, out of the simple fact that they cannot detect one another in the blistering, opaque magma seas.
Beer Root: A long wooden plant, which takes root along the bottom of shallow rivers and lakes on the planet's surface and shoots thick, woody branches up to the surface of the water and along the land. The branches sport deep blue leaves that rest on the surface of the water or the land, absorbing the light from the star. The leaves, when severed from the branches, will ferment. The lack of water on the planet makes this plant rare, but it is doing well in the flooded valleys it is native to.
Plants: Varied colorful forms of plant life on the surface of Bachalinus. A low moss covers the habitable areas of the world, providing a blanket from which larger mushrooms and ferns grow. They are thriving.
Red Vine: It's a vine, scarlet roots, with rainbow colored leaves. It flowers every month, producing bright green flowers, which eventually form medium sized, juicy fruit. When eaten, these fruit produce a mild sense of euphoria, making colors sharper and inducing happiness in those who eat them. It primarily grows on the sides of rocky outcroppings. It is thriving.
Cave Fungus: Bright, multi-coloured fungi that spout throughout dark, underground places. These mushrooms are highly poisonous, and take in oxygen while releasing hydrogen as well as a weak natural light. Their feeble light illuminates the caverns sufficiently for creatures to freely venture into them, and the hydrogen is prevented from accumulating to dangerous levels by the Gasbags. However, deep underground where the tendrils of rooted Gasbags do not reach, there is little breathable air left, which is itself limiting the growth of the fungi.
Charred Tree: Stout, charred-looking mushroom trees that grow rarely and far apart. If burned, it gives off fumes which stain the skin of creatures black. It's stem can also be harvested and directly applied before being burned for a greater effect. The woody stem of the plant is strong and black, and is excellent for making wooden tools.
Dionysus Grain: A pink wheat-like plant that grows abundantly throughout the world. Its commonality has made it a staple crop, eaten by most nomadic Hedak tribes wherever they go.
Glitterbug: A race of tiny beings that skitter amongst the fields of moss, eating the fungus and glowing with bright incandescence. Their mere presence was irresistible to the senses, and the Hedaks chase them around, stumbling over valleys and hills, trying to catch and eat the little glitterbugs.
Slatebug: A race of tiny slate-grey beings that burrow in the surface soil of Bachalinus, consuming the plantlife and nutrients in the dirt. They are more or less ignored by other beings, but their activities have enriched the planet's soil.
Hedak: A sapient being, simply taking the form of a head-like body part on two long legs, with two tentacles terminating in dexterous hands sprouting from the sides of their heads. It is resistant to the toxic atmosphere and the ash found within it. They have long, dark hair that grows from the top of their head down to their rears. Their skin may show varying shades of dull, dark hues based on region. From their finger tips sprout thin, black claws. Their teeth are dull yellow, and their irises of their eyes are varying colors from creature to creature. They are naturally psionically empathic, and some can learn to use their psionic gifts with much greater power. They are found in the areas of Bachalinus where there are plants for them to eat. They are surviving.
Culture and Society
They have the beginnings of a nomadic tribal society, structured around clan ties and headed by strong alpha figures.
They are socially polygamous, with no real notion of a permanent mate for either sex.
They understand and have developed regional complex languages.
Victims of bites by Vorpal Hounds are usually ostracized from society due to their hideous discoloration.
They have a plant-gathering based society, and do not understand agriculture.
Some of them have learned to use their psionics to guide and control the simple minds of the Vorpal Hounds, and these individuals are prized by society.
Some gifted individuals have learned to use their psionics to manipulate other Hedaks, although these manipulations are almost always just limited emotional changes.
Hrog's Sect: One small society of Hedaks gathered by an individual inspired by Hrog. However, they are unaware that Hrog himself exists, and revere the individual he inspired instead. They have gathered in the Smelter's cavern, and have learned how to work metal. However, as Hedak society is nomadic so as to gather food continuously, they will soon need to move out of the cave, and they won't be able to build static forges everywhere they go - they are simply making tools and weapons using the free examples now, and will take as much with them as possible when they leave.
Society of Fire: A small, but growing, Hedak society. They know how to utilize the charred trees, and nominally worship Florence. They seek to spread this understanding to other Hedaks, and in their travels they try and sell their knowledge to other Hedak tribes they come across in exhange for insects and favors, although they are usually restricted by language barriers, inter-tribe hostility and the fact that other tribes are often unwilling to 'buy' their knowledge.
The Commander's Legion: A society of Hedaks made to love and obey the Commander by his psionic powers. They would happily sacrifice their lives for him and are ruled with an iron fist. They are growing.
Vorpal Hound: A quadruped, lupine lifeform on Bachalinius. It is carnivorous, bright purple, with four bright green eyes. It possesses two tails, two toes on each paws, bright scarlet claws, long scarlet teeth, and a bright green leathery tongue that extends up to a foot outside its mouth. Its saliva is venomous, however, in a unique fashion. Bite wounds from the creatures start to turn bright green and numb. The color and numbness spread throughout the body of the victim slowly, immobilizing them. Eventually, the numbness will pass, but the color stays. It is very swift, hunts in packs, and preys upon Hedaks and other lifeforms on Bachalinius. Some of them are manipulated by skilled Hedak psionics to serve as pets and defenders. They are doing well.
Gasbags: A dull-white creature whose deep-rooted tendrils feed off the deposits of hydrogen underground and fill their fruiting bodies with it, bloating them into giant grotesque balloons. After the Gasbags collected enough nutrients to mature they would detach from the earth and fly into the heavens above, there they would absorb the oxygen from the atmosphere and bind it with the hydrogen to create precious water that would fall down and water the lands below. Once they depleted their store of hydrogen the balloons would drift back down and die on the ground, whereupon they would release their spores and start a new cycle of growth. They are doing well.
Smelter's Cavern, Anvil Mountain: A network of caverns set into a mountain. Magma tubes flow beneath them, while exotic metals covering the floor absorb the heat and turn it into light. A honeycomb structure provides many areas for individual workshops and forges, while a number of crystals colorfully refract the metal's light and cast strange shadows. Currently inhabited by Hrog's Sect, but not for much longer.
Creation Energy: The last scraps of leftover energy reserves from the birth of the universe. Will provide some acts to the gods every turn until it dissipates. Once it runs out, you are on your own.
The Great Anvil: An artifact in the Smelter's Cavern. It can purify metal if a prayer is offered up to Hrog.
The Great Forge: An artifact in the Smelter's Cavern. Fuel placed within it will never be used up and will burn forever. It started out with burning Beer Root logs.
Hrog's Hermit: An individual blessed with visions by Hrog, who leads Hrog's Sect. Although vaguely aware that his gifts come from a higher power, he has used them to simply commandeer the respect and adoration of the Sect for himself.
Florence's Prophet: The leader of the Society of Fire, he is obsessed with his own beauty and loves to use charred trees to ensure he is perfectly black all over. He carries a staff made of charred-tree wood, and he tries to sell his knowledge to other tribes in exchange for favors and insects, although this does not always work.
The Commander: A highly gifted psionic, capable of influencing the minds of other creatures, including Hedaks, to a massive degree. He has built a large tribal society of devoted and loyal followers around himself, and has big plans for advancing his society. He is something of a genius, but is clearly also a tyrant. His rise was not aided by any god.
It was another beautiful span of time in the Universe of Love (at least the Passion Goddess decided on that) and Kochac decided that since she had spent a majority of her time doing creation things (which was fun and all, but hey everything gets a bit boring after a while. It's just an unavoidable fact of life~), she decided it was fairly prudent to go visit the Blobhats because Blobhats are fucking adorable you don't even know.
So she decided to go down and visit some lovely lovely cuteys. ♥♥♥
It was a perfectly quaint day in the planet of Bacchalinus. As per usual, the Hedaks were doing their mundane things like gathering plants, avoiding vorpal hounds, and conspiring to take over the world and thus be significantly interesting to the disembodied powers above because You Know How Acts Work.
Now, here is one of the dashing protagonists of this technicolor-terror-world. This is Commander. Say hello to Commander, everyone. He is very ambitious and kind of a control freak but no one knows that on the account of their memories being dicked around and nonesuch by your truly. He's a pretty significantly powerful psychic and he's also significantly handsome to boot (actually he looks alright BUT DON'T TELL IT TO HIM). As you can see, the Commander thinks himself as awesome - he's just that type of Hedak.
The Commander also gets a nice letter. It's made of a mystery substance (paper-or-paper equivalent for our viewers) that is obviously in the shade of pink. On the mystery substance, there is thick dark-magenta-ish pink placed in a way that the result may be deemed writing. And it was writing.
It also smells like Jasmine (but the Commander doesn't know that because any such flower doesn't exist in this world) (-0).
DEAR MR COMMANDER (he hehehehehe):
CONGRADULATIONS ♥♥♥ on being the Most Powerful Blobhat (mentally of course, but that is to be expected but hey ♥). Anyway, you should remember to use your FUN POWER responsabilityingly and-slash-or make a fan club for me, Kochac Queen of Blobhats ♥♥♥ so maybe I can give you nice things to you.
Now if your reaction was "what the fuuuuuuuuuck," don't worry. Commander feels the same way too. Of course he got even more confused when a disembodied voice decided to appear out of fucking nowhere. It was hard to...describe. It sounded feminine, annoying, and....pink??????????????????????????
The Commander just stared.
"Oh, hi. It is so rude to do the thing that is not-introduce-myself. Hiiiiiiiiiii~I am Kochac, QUEEN OF BLOBHATS! ♥♥♥"
The Commander raised a noodly arm and then let it down. You would too if you were in this situation. And had noodly arms.
"I'm also a Goddess, which is a cool title but not as cool as Queen of Blobhats. Hey, check out my cool powers! ♥"
KOCHAC SPONTANEOUSLY EXPLODES A SIGNIFICANT PORTION OF THE COMMANDER'S PRIZED VORPAL HOUNDS.
The multicolored canines slightly expanded and kind of...went everywhere, splattering trees, walls, other distraught Hedaks with stuff that was more appropriate out of a meat grinder than out there. The Commander's reaction was to expect when your family pets gets spontaneously destroyed by an otherworldly force in a baffling and reckless display of cosmic power.
"Now look again ♥"
The Commander mustered enough control of himself to stop screaming in kind of a temporary psychosis and look at what remained of Killgore, Bonegrind, Meatface, Rainbowpuff, and all the others. There was no remainder. There was only distraught folks and every tree, wall, etc. There was an cathartic look on his face until he heard familar whimpering...somewhere up there.
KOCHAC RESURRECTS THE SAME COMMANDER'S PRIZED VORPAL HOUNDS SHE SPONTANEOUSLY EXPLODED IN A SHOW OF DIVINE POWER AND PLACES THEM UP IN RATHER TALL TREES. KILLGORE, BONEGRIND, MEATFACE AND RAINBOWPUFF ARE VERY DISTRAUGHT. YOU WILL BE DISTRAUGHT TOO IF YOU GOT KILLED AND BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE AND STUCK ON A TREE.
Murderosity and Resurrection Cost Total: 1 Act.
"Okay, that was fun ♥. Now let's be serious~♥♥♥"
There was a deep breath. Commander was not so sure if Gods or Goddesses needed to breathe.
"I am Kochac, Goddess of Chaos and Fortune. You are bold and I favor the bold."
Kochac makes the Commander her Prophet. He gets luckier. (-2 Acts)
"Creatio ex nihilo. Ex nihilo nihil fit. ♥♥♥." The voice giggled as it melted away to god knows where.
Hrog looks over the Hedaks development, especially those who have begun to forge, and sees that not all is good. Contrary to his attempts, the Hedaks have been empowered far beyond the dangers they face upon the surface, while at the same time they will, if allowed to follow their current course, never be able to sustain their society.
Hmm, I think those poor Vorpal Hounds need a new purpose...
Reaching into the minds of roughly a sixth of the Vorpal Hound population, Hrog strengthens them against psychic suggestions or domination, drawing that resistance from the rest of the Vorpal Hound population, such that even the mightiest of Hedaks can not exert the smallest control upon them. Hrog is careful to ensure that BoneGrind is included in this group as it is pulled from the tree it is in. This sixth he dubs as Vorpal Wolves.
The rest of the Vorpal population is now slightly less resistant, allowing the general population of Hedaks to exert enough control to be able to attempt taming them, though this is still dangerous.
Good Kochac, you really should know that such names have a tendency of being prophecy.
But this was not a new purpose, it merely allowed this breed of hounds to serve its original objective. So Hrog once more reached out to some of the Vorpal Hounds, this time targeting a different third of their number. To this third, he instead granted resistance to, and even a taste for, the mushrooms infesting the caves of Bachalinus.
These would no longer be hounds, but instead they would be known as Vorpal Moles, for the living metal in the hands of Hrog twisted into the shape of their claws and from that into claws meant for digging, and so did the claws of the Vorpal Moles adapt for tunneling through earth and rock.
Vorpal Wolves - 1 Act
Vorpal Moles - 2 Acts (1 to be able to consume the mushrooms, 1 to be able to dig)
Finally, Hrog caused the living metal in his caves to speak, Let it be known that while you have toiled in this place the world has grown more deadly. Those who leave this place shall have to contend with the mighty Vorpal Wolves, who cannot be overcome with strength of the mind alone.
Those who would stay and build shall seek out the Vorpal Moles, tunneling creatures that can provide the precious ores found here from the very bowels of Bachalinus below. Those who remain here and those who create new forges wherever they go ought take heart, for they have been chosen, tested and found worthy. They shall be protected by the metal and the metal shall live in them.
I am The Anvil, and through me you shall prosper.
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"Oooh, good idea, Metal Head! MOLES! DIGGY DIGGY DIGGY!"
Using an act, Animoras touches and alters the Vorpal Moles. Their eyesight becomes better at operating in low-light, their sense of smell and taste becomes stronger, allowing them to identify jewels and metals by taste. Their venom is gone, replaced instead with sacs that generate a slightly-corrosive saliva. The more valuable minerals and metals of Bachalinus are resistant to it, but it shall allow them to better claw through thick and hard rock. They possess a self-defense mechanism, when threatened, they expel a cloud of thick, green, horribly odious gas to drive away predators such as the Vorpal Wolves.
The roar of a bear trumpets across the universe. A veritable stampede is heard across the astral plane, followed by the crash of a thrown vodka bottle. A new god shouts from amidst a crowd of spirit-bears.
"HELLO COMRADES HOW ARE YOU TODAY FINE THANK YOU GOOD.
I HAVE COME HERE TO ESTABLISH THE GLORY OF GLORIOUS MARXISM IN THIS GLORIOUS NEW UNIVERSE WHICH IS INDEED VERY GLORIOUS.
I AM LEVOZOLERZILNIN, ARBITOR OF COMMUNISM, DECAPITATOR OF BOURGEOIS PIG-WHORE-EXPLOITERS, FRIEND OF THE OPPRESSED, LOVER OF THE POOR, RIDER OF BEARS. I AM ALSO A GOD FOR SOME REASON??? BUT THAT IS NOT IMPORTANT FOR I HAVE COME WITH VODKA, BEARS, AND MORE VODKA. LET US CELEBRATE COMRADES."
Goldberg just kind of looks at this new tomfoolery on Bachalinius, then at this 'Levozolerzilnin', then back at Bachalinius. He shakes his head a little and ventures to Rejtett, where he is not-so-discreetly plotting something.
Animoras then turns to regard the rest of the planet. This place was wonderful, sure, a little dry, but it had become an explosion of life within the formerly empty void. Animoras, for the first time in his existence, felt a touch of satisfaction with himself. But he wasn't done yet. No. Not by a longshot.
Spinning wildly, he began locating the green outcast Hedaks, touching each on the forehead, though they couldn't see or feel it. Afterwards, Animoras rose to the skies.
"If you guys can talk to the Hedaks, I can too! Now.... HEAR ME, OUTCASTS!"
Suddenly, every green Hedak was surrounded in a ring of multi-colored light. Their heads tilted back, eyes glowing. They no longer saw the multi-colored world of Bachalinus. Instead, they saw a vast, black void. A voice reverberated in their ears.
"SEE THE WORLD AS I FOUND IT! EMPTY! COLORLESS! FEEL THE HOPELESSNESS, FEEL THE LACK OF LIFE! I FOUND THIS, DEAR OUTCASTS, AND I FOUND IT... WANTING!"
From the darkness sprung a bright, white flame. The flame began to spread, and multiply, becoming multicolored, rapidly shifting. From the center of the colorful inferno formed a mask, its visage grinning gleefully.
"IT IS SO AWFUL, IS IT NOT? BUT THEN, A LIGHT!"
Below them, the mighty pink star that Kochac created took shape.
"THE GODDESS OF FATE MADE A STAR. SO I MATCHED HER CREATION! TO ORBIT IT, I MADE THIS WORLD AND SHAPED IT!"
The planet of Bachalinus took shape before them. Water began to rain upon it and the beer-root sprung into existence.
"SINCE I HAD GIVEN THE PLANET MOLTEN ROCK TO FLOW THROUGH ITS CORE, THE GOD OF THE ANVIL MADE THE BEER-ROOT AND GAVE THE PLANET WATER TO SHOW HIS GRATITUDE!"
Suddenly, the planet's color was momentarily smudged by dark fungi and plant life.
"THE GOD OF CINDER MADE PLANT LIFE, BUT, SADLY, HIS SPHERES ARE MORE SUITED TO DESTRUCTION AND TRADE, THUS, HIS CREATIONS LACKED COLOR! FINDING THEM WANTING, I FIXED THIS!"
The plant life became colorful once more. A small, pathetic creature began to take shape below.
"HOWEVER, THE GOD OF CINDER WAS NOT SATED! HE STILL WANTED TO CREATE LIFE, SO HE CREATED A POOR, PATHETIC CREATURE. IT WAS MERELY A PALE BLOB ON LEGS! IS IT NOT COMEDICALLY DOOMED?! THE GOD OF ANVIL AND I SAW HIS NEW CREATION AND PITIED IT!"
The creature grew tentacular arms, claws, and grew wildly colorful.
"SO TOGETHER WE SHAPED IT! BUT THE CREATURE DID NOT APPRECIATE ITS GIFTS! AS TO NO FAULT OF ITS OWN, IT WAS CURSED BY THE CINDER GOD'S LACK OF IMAGINATION! THEY SHUNNED EACH OTHER! AND, SO, THE GOD OF ORDER INTERFERED AND RESTORED THEM TO THEIR COLORLESS STATE! I WAS SO DREADFULLY DISAPPOINTED! BUT I BORE THEM NO GRUDGE! I ALLOWED THEM TO KEEP THEIR CLAWS AND THE SHAPE WHICH I GAVE THEM! THE CREATURES GREW INTELLIGENT AND POWERFUL! THE GODDESS OF FATE GIFTED THEM WITH GREAT POWERS OF THE MIND!"
More plants grew upon the planet. Suddenly, a new creature took shape, recognizable to the Hedak Outcasts as the Vorpal Hounds.
"SO I CREATED THE VORPAL HOUND TO AID THEM! HOWEVER, THE BITE OF THE HOUND SEEMED TO CURSE THOSE WHO SUFFERED IT, TURNING THEM TO COLORFUL OUTCASTS! SURELY YOU ALL HATE THE CREATURES FOR YOUR FATE!"
Laughter surrounded them, the mask circled them slowly.
"WELL I TELL YOU, YOU ARE NOT CURSED! YOU ARE FORTUNATE! YOU ARE OUTCASTS! AND I, ANIMORAS, GOD OF COMEDY, FAVOR THE OUTCAST! FOR ONLY THE OUTCAST CAN SEE THE FLAWS WITHIN THEIR SOCIETY! ONLY THE OUTCAST CAN MOCK AND FIX THEM!"
Animoras showed them the various tribes and sects forming upon Bachalinus.
"SEE THE MIGHT COMMANDER AND HIS HUBRIS! HE IS MIGHTY INDEED, YET HIS MIGHT MAY BLIND HIM, BEING THE VERY THING THAT DENIES HIM TRUE GREATNESS! SEE THE FOLLOWERS OF HROG, GIFTED WITH KNOWLEDGE AND ARTS BEYOND THEIR KEN, YET THEY ONLY SEEK TO ABANDON THEM AND MOVE ON! SEE THE FOLLOWERS OF FLORENCE THE CINDER GOD, SEE HOW THEY SEEK TO TRADE YET ARE CONSTANTLY REBUKED! YES, MY DEAR OUTCASTS, DO YOU SEE THESE CONTRASTS! DO YOU SEE THEM! THIS IS IRONY, AND IRONY IS COMEDIC!"
The mask of Animoras hovered high above them, its empty eyes seeming to stare at all at once yet none at all.
"THUS, BY SHOWING YOU TO SEE, I SHALL FREE YOU FROM YOUR VISION! YOUR CURSED EYES DECEIVE YOU, OUTCASTS! THEY CAUSE YOU TO SEE EACH OTHER HAS HIDEOUS, WHEN, IN FACT, YOU ARE BLESSED! YOU ALONE CAN SEE THE COMEDY IN SOCIETY AND LAUGH AT IT! YOU ALONE CAN SEE INJUSTICE AND DECRY IT! YOU ALONE CAN SEE THE FOOLISH AND CORRECT THEM! AND YOU NEED NOT YOUR EYES TO DO SO!"
The blank eyes of the mask suddenly light up, glowing brightly. The Hedaks were suddenly aware of a growing numbness in their eyes. While the vision they were experiencing remained clear, outside of it, on Bachalinus, the Outcast Hedaks' eyes began to turn bright pink. They no longer functioned. However, their other senses grew sharper. They could hear what other Hedaks could not, smell what other Hedaks couldn't smell. They no longer needed their eyesight, as they grew one with Bachalinus itself. In their minds, they could feel and see the landscape.
Their minds were altered. No longer could they be controlled by their fellow Hedaks. Furthermore, they gained the ability to conjure colorful orbs of light, capable of blinding and repelling predators and those who would wish to harm them.
"NOW, MY OUTCASTS! I AM DIFFERENT FROM MY FELLOW GODS! I DO NOT WISH FOR YOU TO SIMPLY WORSHIP ME! NO! INSTEAD, TRAVEL THE WORLD! TEACH THE OTHER CULTURES THEIR FOLLIES! ENCOURAGE THE FOLLOWERS OF HROG TO MINE THE BOUNTIES OF THE PLANET AS THEIR GOD WISHES! TEACH THE OTHER TRIBES TO TRADE WITH THE FOLLOWERS OF THE CINDER-GOD, AS THEY HAVE MUCH TO OFFER! ENTERTAIN THE COMMANDER, TEACH HIM TO LAUGH!"
Before them, they saw Hedaks learning to farm the various plants of the planet. They used tools, smithed by the followers of Hrog, who in turn consumed the food that was produced. The followers of Florence helped provide the hardy wood of the ash trees for the handles of the tools. Other Hedaks seemed to be caring for a new, unknown species of creature, large and lumbering, which provided them with milk, meat, and skins that the Outcasts fashioned into crude cloaks. The world shown was one of peaceful and profitable cooperation.
"THIS IS THE FUTURE I TASK YOU WITH BRINGING ABOUT! ENJOY THE GREATEST IRONY OF THEM ALL! ONLY THE OUTCAST CAN SAVE THESE SOCIETIES FROM THEMSELVES!"
Animoras then laughed. As he laughed, the Outcasts felt themselves laughing as well. They saw the comedy in life Animoras enjoyed, and they felt their hearts lift with joy.
"NOW, AS I SAID, I SEEK NOT WORSHIP, BUT I ALSO DO NOT PROHIBIT IT! SHOULD YOU WISH TO HONOR ME, DEAR OUTCASTS, I ASK ONLY THAT YOU MAKE YOUR FELLOW HEDAKS LAUGH! JOKES AND JOY ARE THE ONLY SAVRIFICE I ASK OF YOU! NOW, GO, MY OUTCASTS, AND SPREAD YOUR KNOWLEDGE!"
Suddenly the vision ended. The Outcasts awoke where they had been prior. They took in their new abilities, testing the new light-magic which the had been gifted with, when, suddenly, a loud noise startled them.
While the vision had been taking place, Animoras had created a new species. It was a large creature, shaped almost like a tall tube that flared out like a cone at its base. It had eight cloven legs, two sticking out from each of the four sides of its body, which allowed it to move slowly but made the creature near-impossible to knock over. At the top of the tube was a head, consisting of two large eyes, a snout, and a large mouth. The mouth was rimmed with flat teeth for grinding vegetation. Two udders were on either side, and, at the front was located the creature's genitalia. After having young, the two udders would stay full of a milk for five months as the young grew to adulthood that was full of nutrients beneficial to both the Hedaks and about any other creature. The creatures were simplistic, having only basic survival instincts, and seemed naturally found of Hedaks, the Outcasts in particular. They communicated with each other by making noises that sounded similar to "GRUUUUUUUUHMP." As they moved about, their manure, which was bright orange, would fertilize the land beneath them. They'd eat any vegetation they could find, but they were particularly fond of Dionysus Grain and Scarlet Vine Fruit, which they would bend their bodies, which were technically really long necks, over to eat.
The creatures were mostly bright blue. They had a mane of yellow hair running down their back, their udders were bright purple, and their hooves were scarlet. Their eyes were green and their teeth were a bright white. From the top of their heads grew a short, green horn.
The Outcasts recognized this as the creature from the vision. As the creatures leaned over to nuzzle them gently, they silently thanked Animoras for this new gift, which they deemed "Gruhmpers"...
ONE ACT FOR THE VISION.
ONE ACT TO ALTER THE OUTCASTS
ONE ACT TO CREATE GRUHMPERS
"GRUHMPERS! Not creative, but it's a fun name! Good luck, my Outcasts! Hahaha!"
Animoras then turned to the new comer, cocking his head inquisitively.
"HM? Who are YOU? And what is this VODKA? AND WHY YOU TALK SO FUNNY?"
Letzovoleninshevitz throws his arm around the two gods' shoulders (Though I'm not sure how one would throw an arm around a joker's mask,) and exclaims, "COMRADES, LET US PARTAKE IN THE GLORIOUS CEREMONY OF VODKA." He chugs a bottle of Russian Standard and throws it away. "DO YOU LIKE MY BEARS, COMRADES? THIS ONE'S NAME IS MARX. SAY HELLO, MARX." The bear lets out a noise that is simultaneously cute, pitiful, and terrifying. He pulls more vodka out of his pockets and offers it to his newfound companions.