You know my only problem with the titans is that one of them is Titan of the Lost and we already had Thadiwyn last time as God of the Lost and...and...it just bothers me
You know my only problem with the titans is that one of them is Titan of the Lost and we already had Thadiwyn last time as God of the Lost and...and...it just bothers me
I found them. The ones before the Gods. Dylan and I have long theorized their existance, but here at last - definitive proof. On Epsilon's visit to Devorantem today we uncovered a layer of earth below the temple on the west of the desert. The twisting pathways lead us down to a damp environment covered with ice, ringed by magma, holding a cage of mysterious properties. We scouted the area for godly presences, but we found something larger, a clay colossus of impressive proportions. They looked like the gods in our literature, but something was off.
I went into the cage of obsidian, and discovered a disc sitting inside the chest upon the pedestal. I reached in and felt a ***** on my finger. Instantly, the world dissolved into nothing - into a dreamstate which remains in my mind even now.
"Mortals."
A booming voice echoed through the room as the grand colossus spoke.
"I remember you mortals, defending us in centuries past. The Gods...the Gods...they have taken you, haven't they? What is your purpose to be in the danger of the Gods' realm, away from your safety in Greece?"
I looked around, searching for the source of the voice. A responce sprung forth in my mind, and suddenly, I found those thoughts voiced aloud. "We are Scribes aided by the gods to discover the lands that mortals cannot. We give them information at the risk of our lives, to benefit our human kind."
"Then tell, who are you?"
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Communication of the Titan
These mortals have told me much about their lives. Their documenting, their scouting of dangerous lands. They have lived here for years and have not known a better, safer place. Who are we, the Titans, the protectors of Man, to leave them in this horrid realm they call 'home'? My friends, Titans in Tartarus labouring away in your unwoken minds, tortured by the chains of the Gods; you need to awake into this world once more. Listen to me, as the scribes can help us break free of our chains of death.
I was told about the four stages of scribes by the Conscriptor Tepthys. He explained them as so:
The Acolytes - The Acolytes are a trainee scribe, tought from birth to their adolescence in one of many Scribe citadels. They spend most of their days with a Conscriptor or a high ranking Scribe, learning about the world as they know it; the Gods' realm and what it contains. They are trained in combat, namely swordplay and archery. Alchemy is an art that only Conscriptors can learn, however some rogue Acolytes have been able to take control of the enchanting arts and have become corrupt and fallen into the Underworld as withering bones of what they once were. The Conscriptors keep eyes on the Acolytes at all times to make sure they do not become overwhelmed by these darkened arts.
These Acolytes, when they come of age, undertake expeditions with Scribes and Conscriptors in their divine number of nine; Two Acolytes, Six Scribes and One Conscriptor. These expeditions would be assisted by the God that could aid them most in the elements of the realm. The development of Acolytes are mostly on the field, as you would see them master the combat arts in practice against the undead, while advancing to such horrors as their Fallen brothers and the deadly Wraithshadows that had risen from the Underworld through the Devorantem's mouth. The Acolytes would soon advance to a Scribe, by either uncovering a new piece of historical significance, or assisting in a critical mission.
Some Acolytes have an unusual trait about them, being able to read complex runes from the Gods' books from early ages and passing on information that even Conscriptors did not know about. The Conscriptors think that these Acolytes are descendants of people called 'Curators' or blessed by the Gods themselves. There is so much about the world that the mortals do not know of.
The Scribes - Scribes are average mortals that regularly document information (after talking to Conscriptors) and take on missions that may take their lives to advance the research of the Scribes. They have set up stations in the Gods' realm that allow them to travel from Crete to the edge of the Spires. Each scribe has a Log that they take with them on journeys, bound by Divine magic to stay untouched in the event of death of the scribe. Books have been taken by corrupt Alchemists that have risen from the Acheron's mouth to advance their Divine research.
Many scribes do conservation work in Crete to prevent corruption of the Acolytes and to protect the books from fading after the Divine magic has worn off. These Scribes are held to a lower regard sometimes; but they live long enough to become Conscriptors.
The Conscriptors - Conscriptors are Scribes that have conserved the Overworld's artefacts and braved the Gods' realm for over 30 years, and subsequently have been nominated by a forum of their peers to undertake significant missions. These dangerous missions require a Scribe to risk their lives in the Fields of Torment, the realm of mysteries and shadows in the underworld, entered through a terrifying zone known as the Nesting Grounds. The Conscriptors can master the arts of alchemy with ease, and begin to control a substance known as Divine Dust that the corrupt monsters contain. The Divine Dust seals the Conscriptor's beaten logs that have lasted decades on end with scribbles and information that even Curators do not know.
Within the Conscriptor congregation, some were suspicious of the God's motives and their origins. Artefacts uncovered, left over from our reign on earth, had been discovered. Now they know - it seems the Gods had tried to erase our very existance from the earth.
The Conscriptors are at war with the Underworld Alchemists of Wynaria and the Sky Order, as they will not tell their knowledge to each other. Alchemists are rogue Scribes and Conscriptors that are addicted to Divine Dust, and have turned to the Underworld as sources of magic and Divine powers. Attempts at peace have resulted in chaos across the Acheron, and we now maintain minimal contact with Alchemists. Corrupt Conscriptors have turned to the Alchemists in their later years, and taken in the knowledge of the Underworld to their death. Only one entry of a Conscriptor's Log taken into the Alchemists' territory has been recovered, telling of an insane nation that talked about leading uprisings into the Gods' realm and to mass genocide the Scribe population.
The Curators - Conscriptors that have mastered Divine Dust and the reading of ancient runes undergo quests to extreme parts of the Gods' realm to ancient artifacts from before the Gods. Their energy contained within is sometimes overbearing, transforming the Conscriptor into a near-immortal being that gains a wealth of knowledge through the Divine powers of the artifacts. These Conscriptors become Curators, a master of Godly scripts, Divine powers and dark alchemy. Curators roam the lands looking for Godly presence, making minimal contact with the Cretan Scribes. Curators are able to call upon Gods to perform offers in exchange for their Divine power, depending on the offer. Curators can become weakened by asking for too many offers, leaving them vulnerable to be usurped by a Conscriptor.
However, Conscriptors can also call upon Curators in dire circumstances to work together in critical missions. This has not happened for hundreds of years though, but from what Tepthys had told me, the cost is immense.
Curators band together to create a Forum to choose Conscriptors at the start of every year. The Curators also document new information that interests them and search for more artifacts related to these events. Some Curators do not show up to these Forums; it is assumed that they are dealing with the Guardian of the Underworld to gain information about the Underworld and its secrets. One Curator has transcended into an honourary God, as the Patriarch has deemed his contributions acceptable enough for Divinity. We do not know these reasons, however, we know he has taken refuge in the Fields of Torment, waiting for a Conscriptor to meet him.
It seems that the next Forum will be about us, brothers, as the Scribes are ready to talk about us and our conflict against the Gods. The Conscriptor Tepthys will make sure that we will stay as safe as we can, however, the Conscriptor cannot save us from the few rogue Curators. The Curators are interested in artifacts related to us, and how Tepthys describes them makes me think they live a life of greed. He has described some Curators as selfless beings that advanced Scribes many years; we can only assume that these people will be our defenders when the day comes that we awake.
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Conscriptor Tepthys' Log - Entry 527
When I awoke from the Dreamstate, the walls were shaking. From the flames, dark shapes were forming in the smoke. Shadowraiths were awakening - guardians of the depths of the Underworld. I remembered little of the battle in which my Scribes and I battled them, but suddenly all was calm.
A silence fell over the massive room, and two eyes seemed to tear through the air before us.
A Scribe spoke. "Conscriptor, the Devorantem has awoken." I closed my eyes and we ran.
. Only one entry of a Conscriptor's Log taken into the Alchemists' territory has been recovered, telling of an insane nation that talked about leading uprisings into the Gods' realm and to mass genocide the Scribe population.
YESSS hopefully this map will be playable for me and my awful computer!
Simply I have a talent in building (How Krose, Heliceo, etc)
Who says they're not... related?
DUN DUN DUUUUHHHHH
But you haven't even seen my part in the lore yet! (though, nor have I...)
i've got a draft here
bran te titne of acsensinsion
wow he's s o good !
the end
-whistles innocently at how busy I am-
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Conscriptor Tepthys' Log - Entry 526
I found them. The ones before the Gods. Dylan and I have long theorized their existance, but here at last - definitive proof. On Epsilon's visit to Devorantem today we uncovered a layer of earth below the temple on the west of the desert. The twisting pathways lead us down to a damp environment covered with ice, ringed by magma, holding a cage of mysterious properties. We scouted the area for godly presences, but we found something larger, a clay colossus of impressive proportions. They looked like the gods in our literature, but something was off.
I went into the cage of obsidian, and discovered a disc sitting inside the chest upon the pedestal. I reached in and felt a ***** on my finger. Instantly, the world dissolved into nothing - into a dreamstate which remains in my mind even now.
"Mortals."
A booming voice echoed through the room as the grand colossus spoke.
"I remember you mortals, defending us in centuries past. The Gods...the Gods...they have taken you, haven't they? What is your purpose to be in the danger of the Gods' realm, away from your safety in Greece?"
I looked around, searching for the source of the voice. A responce sprung forth in my mind, and suddenly, I found those thoughts voiced aloud. "We are Scribes aided by the gods to discover the lands that mortals cannot. We give them information at the risk of our lives, to benefit our human kind."
"Then tell, who are you?"
--------
Communication of the Titan
These mortals have told me much about their lives. Their documenting, their scouting of dangerous lands. They have lived here for years and have not known a better, safer place. Who are we, the Titans, the protectors of Man, to leave them in this horrid realm they call 'home'? My friends, Titans in Tartarus labouring away in your unwoken minds, tortured by the chains of the Gods; you need to awake into this world once more. Listen to me, as the scribes can help us break free of our chains of death.
I was told about the four stages of scribes by the Conscriptor Tepthys. He explained them as so:
The Acolytes - The Acolytes are a trainee scribe, tought from birth to their adolescence in one of many Scribe citadels. They spend most of their days with a Conscriptor or a high ranking Scribe, learning about the world as they know it; the Gods' realm and what it contains. They are trained in combat, namely swordplay and archery. Alchemy is an art that only Conscriptors can learn, however some rogue Acolytes have been able to take control of the enchanting arts and have become corrupt and fallen into the Underworld as withering bones of what they once were. The Conscriptors keep eyes on the Acolytes at all times to make sure they do not become overwhelmed by these darkened arts.
These Acolytes, when they come of age, undertake expeditions with Scribes and Conscriptors in their divine number of nine; Two Acolytes, Six Scribes and One Conscriptor. These expeditions would be assisted by the God that could aid them most in the elements of the realm. The development of Acolytes are mostly on the field, as you would see them master the combat arts in practice against the undead, while advancing to such horrors as their Fallen brothers and the deadly Wraithshadows that had risen from the Underworld through the Devorantem's mouth. The Acolytes would soon advance to a Scribe, by either uncovering a new piece of historical significance, or assisting in a critical mission.
Some Acolytes have an unusual trait about them, being able to read complex runes from the Gods' books from early ages and passing on information that even Conscriptors did not know about. The Conscriptors think that these Acolytes are descendants of people called 'Curators' or blessed by the Gods themselves. There is so much about the world that the mortals do not know of.
The Scribes - Scribes are average mortals that regularly document information (after talking to Conscriptors) and take on missions that may take their lives to advance the research of the Scribes. They have set up stations in the Gods' realm that allow them to travel from Crete to the edge of the Spires. Each scribe has a Log that they take with them on journeys, bound by Divine magic to stay untouched in the event of death of the scribe. Books have been taken by corrupt Alchemists that have risen from the Acheron's mouth to advance their Divine research.
Many scribes do conservation work in Crete to prevent corruption of the Acolytes and to protect the books from fading after the Divine magic has worn off. These Scribes are held to a lower regard sometimes; but they live long enough to become Conscriptors.
The Conscriptors - Conscriptors are Scribes that have conserved the Overworld's artefacts and braved the Gods' realm for over 30 years, and subsequently have been nominated by a forum of their peers to undertake significant missions. These dangerous missions require a Scribe to risk their lives in the Fields of Torment, the realm of mysteries and shadows in the underworld, entered through a terrifying zone known as the Nesting Grounds. The Conscriptors can master the arts of alchemy with ease, and begin to control a substance known as Divine Dust that the corrupt monsters contain. The Divine Dust seals the Conscriptor's beaten logs that have lasted decades on end with scribbles and information that even Curators do not know.
Within the Conscriptor congregation, some were suspicious of the God's motives and their origins. Artefacts uncovered, left over from our reign on earth, had been discovered. Now they know - it seems the Gods had tried to erase our very existance from the earth.
The Conscriptors are at war with the Underworld Alchemists of Wynaria and the Sky Order, as they will not tell their knowledge to each other. Alchemists are rogue Scribes and Conscriptors that are addicted to Divine Dust, and have turned to the Underworld as sources of magic and Divine powers. Attempts at peace have resulted in chaos across the Acheron, and we now maintain minimal contact with Alchemists. Corrupt Conscriptors have turned to the Alchemists in their later years, and taken in the knowledge of the Underworld to their death. Only one entry of a Conscriptor's Log taken into the Alchemists' territory has been recovered, telling of an insane nation that talked about leading uprisings into the Gods' realm and to mass genocide the Scribe population.
The Curators - Conscriptors that have mastered Divine Dust and the reading of ancient runes undergo quests to extreme parts of the Gods' realm to ancient artifacts from before the Gods. Their energy contained within is sometimes overbearing, transforming the Conscriptor into a near-immortal being that gains a wealth of knowledge through the Divine powers of the artifacts. These Conscriptors become Curators, a master of Godly scripts, Divine powers and dark alchemy. Curators roam the lands looking for Godly presence, making minimal contact with the Cretan Scribes. Curators are able to call upon Gods to perform offers in exchange for their Divine power, depending on the offer. Curators can become weakened by asking for too many offers, leaving them vulnerable to be usurped by a Conscriptor.
However, Conscriptors can also call upon Curators in dire circumstances to work together in critical missions. This has not happened for hundreds of years though, but from what Tepthys had told me, the cost is immense.
Curators band together to create a Forum to choose Conscriptors at the start of every year. The Curators also document new information that interests them and search for more artifacts related to these events. Some Curators do not show up to these Forums; it is assumed that they are dealing with the Guardian of the Underworld to gain information about the Underworld and its secrets. One Curator has transcended into an honourary God, as the Patriarch has deemed his contributions acceptable enough for Divinity. We do not know these reasons, however, we know he has taken refuge in the Fields of Torment, waiting for a Conscriptor to meet him.
It seems that the next Forum will be about us, brothers, as the Scribes are ready to talk about us and our conflict against the Gods. The Conscriptor Tepthys will make sure that we will stay as safe as we can, however, the Conscriptor cannot save us from the few rogue Curators. The Curators are interested in artifacts related to us, and how Tepthys describes them makes me think they live a life of greed. He has described some Curators as selfless beings that advanced Scribes many years; we can only assume that these people will be our defenders when the day comes that we awake.
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Conscriptor Tepthys' Log - Entry 527
When I awoke from the Dreamstate, the walls were shaking. From the flames, dark shapes were forming in the smoke. Shadowraiths were awakening - guardians of the depths of the Underworld. I remembered little of the battle in which my Scribes and I battled them, but suddenly all was calm.
A silence fell over the massive room, and two eyes seemed to tear through the air before us.
A Scribe spoke. "Conscriptor, the Devorantem has awoken." I closed my eyes and we ran.
Not enough lore!
Next one will be longer, promise. We have at least two more planned.
possible foreshadowing of PCTM3 perhaps? .3.
nah m8