Well, Leviathan's throne could be empty, his priesthood worshiping a dead god, a masquerade surrounding his demise.
Besides...
No one found a body.
Feradek The Fire And The Lightning
In his dreams, he stood within a howling wind, a storm. Lightning boomed without rain and fire spread by that wind, a rage and passion so hot and intense that it would fill all of Hell and spill out beyond. This stormed boomed at him and he answered in turn. These visions started when he was young, when he stood above that old man and he screamed out, he shouted out in defiance against the Laws of Cecelyne, he cried out against the Lies of the Shadow, he asked why, why is virtue false, why do the strong rule the weak, why must anyone ever suffer, ever again?
Long ago, his ancestors were sold into prayer prostitution to save them from the Great Contagion. Long ago, but less so, his village formed from the cast offs, the dregs and the unwanted from those prayer farms. Ten years ago, he defended an old man from bully men and, ten year ago, he began to have dreams of a storm of fire and lightning. He would frequently see visions of lightning and fire and he frequently protect the weak from the strong even as others told him he was insane. Five years ago, a raving mad man that spit in the face of the natural order, he's beaten unconscious, put in a bag and left in the middle of Nowhere, Cecelyne.
Four years and five days short of five years ago, Jinjak Jakalax, No Moon Lunar, Duchess of Hell, found a wandering man in the wastelands of Creation. He was muscular, he was angry. He had hair clumped together in porcupine portions, colored red and eyes that smoldered like green hellfire and madness. He had swirls all over his body, like twisters of flame, and jagged lines, like legions of lightning, all glowing silver, and an aura of fire and lightning burning and crackling around him, silver same, and two black crescents on his brow, almost forming a ring, enshrouding a silver oblong that glowed like a third eye, the Phase Mark of the Hidden Moon.
Four years and four days short of five years ago, after surviving one more day in that lifeless Hell, a silver lady appeared before Feradek. She was the moon he never knew but he knew it to be so. As the fire of his visions burned into his skin, as the lightning crackled down on his body, she told him such wonderful things and scrawled one of her marks on his forehead.
Long ago, Jinjak Jakalax sold a small nation into prayer prostitution to save them from the Great Contagion. It was something she regretted and something she always thought about. Long ago, some time after, she bought her way as a Duchess of Hell and the Dead, establishing duchy on the borders of Creation and Malfeas and the Underworld. Here she was able to quarantine populations at her leisure against the Contagion and bring them back when she pleased, plus five days. Afterwards, she grew her power base, ruling a small kingdom in Creation that kept ties with all the fallen Primordial realms, Malfeas and the Underworld alike, using Sorcery and Necromancy to hide from Fate and deal with Dead and Demon alike.
Today, Feradek is twenty. He knows Jinjak's mistakes but serves her still. She has given what he wanted, a mean to free his people and any others he finds from slavery and tyranny. He is conflicted by his master's dealing but instead takes to working out ways she may avoid them, which works fine for her. She sends him on missions that generally work out to him taking out her competition, which works fine for him.
Feradek's Phase Attributes are Strength, Dexterity, Charisma, Intelligence and Perception. He uses the Full Moon Anima power. He wears armor of Malfean Brass and wields a pair of red jade scimitars. His master's duchy lies in the East, near a lifeless bog of deadly poisons that leads into Cecelyne and a Shadowland formed when that bog rapidly spread over a nearby village. He is knowledgeable about Creation History from his master's tales, especially considering Lunars, especially why Lunar Elders are insane, dicks or both. He suspects his master might be such and he also suspects that this is on purpose, to a certain extent his master suspects she is too.
edited 23rd Jan '13 8:52:10 PM by God_of_Awesome
So, how's about this one?
Bumpin this thread. It will not go the way of my own.
Okay! I'm back and ready to get this bad boy started!
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?Yaaay!
So how'z about my new Yozi centric character?
I may not be able to play for a couple of weeks depending on whether or not my internet connection will stay stable. :( Incidentally, if I'm still in, could I change my character from Malefactor to Fiend class?
Lord, this is going much differently than I intended.
It looks fine, btw.
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?Well, if you want, you can ask people to make characters that align closer with your original vision.
Nah, what good of a GM would I be if I didn't work with what the characters did?
I can work with this.
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?Any info on where the story is starting up? Still need to flesh out my character's backstory.
Expergiscēre cras, medior quam hodie. (Awaken tomorrow, better than today.)I'd cheer, except this seems to have died.
(On a side note, for about half a second I thought you meant Keychain of Creation was back.)
Expergiscēre cras, medior quam hodie. (Awaken tomorrow, better than today.)Well, if this died, then I'll just start that "ITT: You Are Exalted" that was I was thinking of.
I see. I had had Liliana as a slave under the priesthood of Leviathan in Luthe, who grew up amongst the Dragon-blooded descendants of Luthe's Terrestrials. She exalted after failing in leading a revolution against the ruling priesthood.
I wonder, would TAW Lunars have taken over Luthe in Leviathan's absence? I'm willing to modify her background to fit around the TAW stuff if necessary.