conversations: human
conversations:  The deities of Toril had nearly destroyed the world more than once in the past and, if his predictions were correct, would do much worse in the future. The world could not survive without balance for it was balance that held the great evils at bay as much as his own power. But after millenia of wrong choices, carelessness and apathy, his servants had ruined that balance. So Lord Ao made the decision that this world would be better off without immortal guardians. He took back the power he'd given the lesser gods and with it along with his own fashioned a shield around the world, a barrier against interference by external forces-including himself. At the same time, he removed all memory and consequance of deific presence in the world, reverting the races of Toril to a much more primitive but carefree state. The shield would prevent anyone from upsetting the balance and this world would be safe.
  
  But despite his great power, Ao failed. For even as he focused all his strength into making a barrier, lesser immortal creatures that disagreed with his choice betrayed him and snuck back in as the shield closed behind them. Like comets they fell from the heavens, their arrival shaking the earth for many miles from their points of impact. And as the now primitive people of Toril came to investigate, those beings decided to become what Ao sought to destroy; immortals that would rule over the world and the creatures within...
  
   
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  Make a description of your arrival into the world, including your avatar's description and/or first contact with your chosen race.
  
  Put a link to your sheet in a spoiler in your first post.
  
  Post any avatar actions and/or miracles for the first turn.
  
  Any OOC stuff should always be put in spoilers.
   
conversations: Belial_the_Leveler:
conversations: human
conversations:  The bright light seared through the sky, burning a line in the sight of all who say it. It struck the ground somewhere in a a forest near a village of humans and some of the inhabitants went out to investigate. When they reached the smoldering impact, the villagers found no stone or creature they thought could be the cause. What they did find, however, was a young child running around the forest himself, playing with a small dog skeleton. Seeing the townsfolk arrive, the skeleton quickly ran away, barking happily all the while. The small boy was remarkably tanned, much more so than most of those present and when questioned about the crater, had nothing to say, other than that he hadn't seen the impact occur, nor had he seen anyone else or anything out of the ordinary that day. Perplexed, the search party finally went home, leaving the boy as they were unable to catch him and bring him with them for safety. As they headed back, it seemed that they were being followed, or guarded, and the sounds of the dog skeleton's happy bark an unseen companion.
  
  The next day, life began to return to normal, with a few men heading out to the nearest villages to see if they knew any more of what had happened. That afternoon a young man never seen before wandered into town. Having come from the rough direction of the forest, he was met with some suspicion and some curiosity. After inspection and questioning, he was allowed to put up his things in the inn and left alone. Curiously pale and garbed, his clothing was different from any they had seen before and completely covered his body, and his wide hat shielded his eyes from sight and sun, as if the light hurt them.
  
  Early the next day the stranger was up and about, lending a hand to any who would have him. The blacksmith in particular found his help invaluable; the stranger knew quite more than the blacksmith himself and taught him many things. When a large group of bears attacked the village, he single-handedly warded them off with the halberd he had made at the forge. As he lived there for the next few weeks, he hinted at secrets to be found, ways to hold back time itself and achieve longevity. Then one day, he disappeared, leaving the people with only his memory.
  
  Many years later, and old man visited the now small city. Some of the oldest townsfolk seemed to recall something vaguely similar in this old man, and a feeling of warm familiarity met them when talking with him. After a few days, the old man finally revealed his true nature; he was in fact the young man from long ago who had come after the comet-fall. De-aging before an assembly of the leaders, he let them know his name and nature. Athesmos Skia, Lord of Time and Undeath, he announced as his name, was the young boy found playing in the woods that fateful day, and the young man that aided the villagers those few weeks after, teaching and provoking them unto greater knowledge and works.
  
  This changing man, never too long any one age now, gave them a choice; to be changed from human to something else, bound to night, but given longevity in return, and the promise of immortality a while afterward, or to continue on their lives, eventually loosing life and dying. There was, of course, a catch. Athesmos would be regarded as a god, and would extend his protection toward them. They would also be gifted this life only based off merit, and while they themselves would be able to gift others, they were not to do so unless those to be gifted were also of equal merit. Telling them that such a choice was not to be made lightly, he promised that he would return in five years for their answer. He taught them some more during his short stay, those who would learn from him and left as suddenly as before.
  
  Five years to the day the strange man arrived back in town, and was immediately taken to the ruling council. When asked for their answer, a hat was given him filled with pieces of paper. On those papers were the results of the vote, taken a few day before finally and unspoken of since. With a wry smile the child form upturned the hat and read the votes, one by one; a unanimous "yes." Smiling a wise smile, as only a child can do, the young boy led a few of the council members together and then they vanished, after leaving word that they would be back later that night.
  
  That night, the group returned, though the boy was now the old man. The council members were visibly paler and their canines had extended. Athesmos explained what had happened, and why they hadn't been able to return until the night. These first vampires would form the core of a new government, and would be added to as time went on, though these new additions would be usually made by the existing members. Food would have to be made available for these new creatures, and for now animal blood would have to suffice, though later human blood might become available, as they wished and led their people.
  
  Staying again for a little while, Athesmos taught and helped around the small city, and protected them against some of the larger threats they came across. Once again, without warning, he vanished, leaving only hints behind. That skeleton dog with the happy bark, the huge wolf skeleton that always seemed to hang around the young man, and that strange shadow that seemed connected to the old man, but not quite, those were frequently seen around the area.
  
   
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   Athesmos Skia 
  
  Should we choose the region that we land in and start to take control of, or does it matter? Does Divine Guidance count as a miracle, or is it a kind of free action we get each turn? Also, for DG, is it population  or  wealth, or just population? What is the benefit of greater control weather, if creation does the same thing? How do the racial stats go up normally? Sorry for all the questions now, its just that I hadn't thought of them before. Once I get a wee tad more info, I'll post his divine actions.
  
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  {table] Population  | 3
   Wealth  | 5
   Progress  | 4
   Military  | 2
   Arcana  | 6
   Faith  | 0[/table]
   
  
   
conversations: phoerix: