The Best Idea I've Come Up With in Recent Times
So. I just had an amazing idea, and I think it's one of the more amazing ideas I've ever had.
How about each of the Divine gets a real honours of their own (sort of like how important mobs have theirs)? For new players, it would provide an immediate 'wow' factor and would hint at the rich history in Aetolia, and for the rest of us it might offer tidbits of insight about the Divine that we didn't already possess.
Seeing 'She was born before time was counted.' is nice and all, but there could be so many other sweet and awesome things in there: betrayal, power, hope, destruction, and so on and so forth. A hint where to find their temple. Alliances/connections to NPC villages. All sorts of fun things!
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"She stole the heart of the Muse."
"He orchestrated the Great Artifice."
Fantastic idea!
He is subject to the adoration of the Oleisbian Cult.
@Slyphe:
He literally can't even.
Joking aside, this would be excellent. I think for new players it's another learning curve item to have to remember Who's Who and What they hold sway over. It could also be a point of pride among Orders for use in roleplay, like the custom Honours lines some players got for tether-related awesomeness.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
.... and maybe a few Celani/Producers, too!
Haern, the Hunter
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General:
Fame:
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General:
His essence was reformed by Varian from that of Tydeus, the Parity.
He does not possess a mortal shell.
He does not possess a temple.
He is aligned with Creation.
He is omnipotent.
Fame:
He is known as 'the Producer' amongst some scions of Creation.
He has caused reality to grind to a halt and rewind a short time.
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However this disappoints me,
Oleis, the Infused
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He was born before time was counted.
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
Also, @Trigru has the most awesome honours in the world. I saw it and then I started bubbling and glooping.
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General:
His essence was birthed from a non-sentient creature, as a joke.
His mortal shell is a shadowdrop.
He does not possess a temple.
He is aligned with nothing.
He lurks in the cool, wet places of the world.
He possesses a power He cannot control.
Fame:
He frolics in the timestream with great abandon.
His buddings and spores stain the weave of the Prime Material.
He gazes into the mortal thoughtweb with His lone bright eye.
His unpredictable magic scorches the Gods, to His amusement.
He shatters the minds of men with His vast gloops and bubblings.
He favors the roasted meat of swines.
Oleis, the Infused
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General:
He was formed when a stray Celani fell into the essence of Creation.
He does not possess a mortal shell.
He does not possess a temple.
To help mortals perceive Him, He adopts a golem-like form composed of
mundane things.
Fame:
He is known as 'the Assistant Producer' to some scholars.
He has a small cult following among the mentally unstable.
He has a pony. Not your pony. His pony.
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General:
Its essence spawned from the one hundred twenty-eighth harmonic.
It does not possess a mortal shell.
It does not possess a temple.
It is aligned with Itself.
It possesses all power that It is known to not possess.
Fame:
It has gazed into the manifold and supped of the eighth colour.
It was warmed by the breath of autumn and hatched by moonlight.
It has an understanding of the sixteen syllables of chaos.
It has an understanding of the sixty-four names of the moon.
It has paddled Its feet in the shallows of Creation's mechanisms.
It has wrought hidden wars and rained down invisible destruction.
It has caused Creation to devour its own tail and choke.
It has successfully solved its puzzle cube.
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That is awesome.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine