The Gods of Titanus

[BurningLaugh]

The world has been formed and has entered into a new age. With this species have evolved and gained sentience. The first thing they decided to do was worship you. You as their saviour, you as their destroyer, you as their deity.


Who are you worshippers?

[ ] Humans

[ ] Elves

[ ] Dwarves

[ ] Halflings

[ ] Dragonkin (Humanoid dragons not actual dragons, you get those later)

[ ] Write in


Is that so?


Now, to lead your people and prove to them that you exist, you will need a avatar. Someone who will be blessed with your divine power and tasked with the job of bringing a golden age to your people.


Who is it that you exalt?

[ ] A Warrior

[ ] A Scholar

[ ] A Craftsman

[ ] A Farmer

[ ] Write-In


Of course, a person like this is perfect for the job. Now then, what powers have the divine blessed them with?


[ ] Blessings of the Divine/Write- In (Give him anything reasonable to make him an avatar. Ex: Super strength, Superior Intellect, Magic, etc. BE specific)


Now only two questions remain.


Where has your avatar lead the people?

[ ] Desert

[ ] Mountains

[ ] Plains

[ ] Forest

[ ] Ocean

[ ] Rocky- land

[ ] write in


Finally, How will your avatar lead them?

[ ] Write In ( What's the nation's government, also let me know if they're nomadic or not)

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The cheating hero part is included because you the players, each get a single divine spark for each post I make. You may use that spark to do almost anything. Do you wish to empower your hero? Do that. Do you wish for your species to discover new technology? Do that. Do you want for a grand temple dedicated to you to be build in an instant? Do that.


Basically, you guys take the place of gods and goddesses, but only your chosen hero can hear you. Yes, you SV got the direct connection to your chosen hero's brain. So, choose wisely what you wish to say to them. But the emphasis will still be mostly placed on the hero and civilization as a whole. You talking to your hero is just fluff but it will affect the hero's decisions on how they will guide civilization.


Also, I got this idea and pretty much stole the quick notes part from Golum936 and his version of this quest.


Check it out here: Original - Cheating Hero, Civilizations and Gods Quest

 

[BurningLaugh]

"Fire, Air, Earth, Water, Metal, and Wood the six elements of the world. But, what about those that are greater? Creation and the Void, Heaven and Hell, Life and Death these are but a few of the greater circle young one. We give you the blessing to use these powers, so that you may build a kingdom of might and knowledge in our name. Remember young one, you are shaped by magic just as you shape it. Now go and build a kingdom of magic that will stand against the test of time"


These were the last words that the gods spoke to the avatar and that was 20 years ago when they were but a child.


However, the avatar is no longer a mere child and has gather knowledge beyond the comprehension of a normal man. The avatar has travelled not only the world, but the planes as well. The cold harsh blizzards of the ice plane and the raging thunderstorms of the lightning plane have all of been explored and knowledge of ancient lore has been gathered. The avatar was a god among men in turns of both knowledge and arcane might. Their will could shunder mountains has high as the sky is long, their voice could destroy an entire city with only a whisper.


But, even with all this power the task before them was not yet done. The avatar was given a mission by the divine to build an empire, one that will stand against the test of time and fate themselves. The avatar used his power to find more like them those with magic running through their veins.


The avatar gathered them and convinced them to join the soon to be built ________ Magocracy by using their superior intellect and magical abilities that the gods have given them. They build their new empire in the volcanoes, mountains covered the scorching combination of earth and fire. Most would see them as mad men, but those fools did not have the connection to fire like them. The wizards lived with the fire for the Fire and the Mages both shaped each other just like the gods said they did to the avatar so long ago.


Now it is 73 ETY, your people have settled down and the territory under their control consolidated. Temples dedicated to you have been crafted and now your pantheon may finally have a true foothold in this world. Your avatar ask for your guidance. What do you ask in return for your favor?


[ ] Living sacrifices

[ ] Tribute

[ ] Faith and Worship

[ ] Death of heretics

[ ] Write-In


What do your people look like?

[ ] Write In (Use a picture)

What is your magocracy called?

[ ] Circle of Magi

[ ] Titanus Magocracy

[ ] Ridas Wizardom

[ ] These names are god-awful! (Write In)

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Your population is very weak in terms of physical might

Your population is small because magic is still rare in this world

Your avatar is the only mage with the ability to use Greater Magic

 

[BurningLaugh]

"Oh mighty deities, your devout humbly request your guidance. It is true that we have built the Promethean Magocracy in your name and have gather knowledge of the planes and worlds, but we are still young. We need your guidance and your blessings, so that this great empire may thrive and grow in your name." The avatar spoke to the heavens in front of his people with a voice that was both burnt and raspy, yet smooth and watery. It held whispers of both life and death and many more elements of magic.


The Promethean Magocracy and the Avatar stood in the center of the highest and hottest volcano waiting for their gods to enlighten them.


After minutes turned into hours and entire day cycles went by the pantheon finally spoke.


Two booming voices louder than anything anyone has ever heard shouted throughout the volcanoes! Lava shot up into the sky has if jumping from certain doom, clouds of soot and black fog filled the sky! The temperature increased ten fold!


"Hear us our shard, our herald, our avatar. I am Satar Xetares, Third Redeemer, World Drinker!

Hear us our shard, our herald, our avatar. I am Citino!


Spend the hours of sunrise and of sunset each day performing the rituals of thanksgiving and self-examination. By looking within, the inner eye is sharpened. By prayer without, one's debts to the ancestors and god are paid. Introspection nourishes the individual, duty the community. And so a mage is made from a man."


10 years have passed since then and it is now 83 ETY. The Promethean Magocracy has colonized the majority of the Volcanic Mountainside.


"Archmage_________! We have completed our daily patrol and everything appeared to be as usual as always in terms of our kingdom.


Ah, this is excellent news that you bring me Commander Mercanoe. If there is nothing else then please leave, I must continue my meditation.


Well, you see my lord, we did find something rather odd.


Odd?


A book it was pitch black like the void you have taught us of. It has a golden chalice on the front, and it reeks with dark magic. Magic none of us have ever seen or experienced before.


I see, well did you bring it with you?


No my lord, we couldn't touch it let alone get anywhere near it. It turned the lava around it to black rock and Sergeant Tyler was turned into stone when he got near it.


That is most strange. Leave me Mercanoe, I must decide on the course of action to be taken.


Yes my lord.


[ ] Write In - Name for Avatar

[ ] Go Investigate Book:

• [ ] Take the book for research
  
  
• [ ] Destroy the Book
  

[ ] Forget about the book

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All Right then.


CONGRATULATIONS SATAR AND CITINO! YOU GUYS ARE NOW GODS which means that you can use sparks to help shape and improve the Promethean Magocracy.

You both get 10 sparks to start out with.


The effect of sparks are not stacked, they are multiplied so effect of two sparks towards a single task will be much greater compared to when a single one is used.


So, for example, you can summon about a thousand population for a single spark. No one beside your hero will notice this change happening since it's you imposing your will on this world.


You can make people discover technology or finish building something in an instant with a spark.


Oh, I know, think of a spark as a trainer for a video game but it has limited uses.


I shall allow you all write one omake per user in between story posts for a bounty of one spark.


It doesn't have to be a mini story, it can be something about traditions, art or elaborating on points of history that I mentioned in story post.


This will also give you power to shape the culture of your people.


To qualify for spark point the omake has to have at 250 words and of acceptable quality. Only the ones I designate as canon will get sparks.

 

[Citino]

Hm, I'm pretty bad at names, so I'll leave naming the Avatar to others(have to admit, I'm tempted to go fire nation name like Sozin or something like that).

However, first things first

[X] 1 Divine Spark: Teach the Avatar how to de-petrify people... and add in as many status removal spells as possible.
-[X] (Avatar Speak) *sigh* Why do I suspect that I am going to be spending a lot of time teaching you how to fix magical screwups? I would suggest not touching ominous magical artifacts without making preparations in the future. Still, I'm sure you will grow better able to understand how to handle artifacts given time and experience.

[X] Go Investigate Book
-[X] Take the book for research

Because why limit our knowledge of magic?

[X] 1 Divine Spark: Give our people resistance to heat and fire.

If you live next to a volcano, pretty sure this is a must.

[X] 7 Divine Sparks: Create a well of energy that draws from the earth through the volcano. It can convert the heat of the world into mana, and allow our people to access it, and perform greater wonders.
-[X] (Avatar Speak) Archmage, I bring into this world a fount of power, to allow our people to prosper. Wield this power wisely and for the good of all. Use it to understand and enhance our people.

Figured something like the Sunwell from Warcraft would be a good thing for a magocracy to have. Nice little bonus to most projects, and can be easily upgraded as time goes by.

Is this format good, or do you want it done differently?

Edit: And I'll just use my last spark to amplify a little more Satar's project.

[X] Divine Spark: add to Satar's working

 

[Satar]

I choose to spend all 10 of my Sparks to do one Great Work.

The Saatar shifts from the Mount of Heaven, chanting perilous words of primordial power that strike outwards, warping the very fabric of reality. He cups his hands and drinks a thousand thousand souls that never were, devouring untold possible worlds and futures that have settled into his bulging belly.

And then he slices himself with the Sword of the Righteous, spilling a tangled mass of divine entrails, soul matter, and sacrifice over the world. The effects are subtle and instantaneous.

The souls of all living creatures near the volcano and for hundreds of miles out cannot be compared to what they were before. Where once candles wavered before the endless abyss, there are now bonfires, surviving endlessly on the divine particles scattered by the ritual. All affected souls begin to generate their own mana. No more is there only magic of the blood; now there is magic in the soul.

The Magocracy are naturally the most affected, being tied as they are by bonds of worship and devotion to Saatar. Particles of his divinity nestles deep within their souls, like bright embers ever-glowing, affecting and being affected by the nature of their host soul in turn. The Mages of Prometheus will discover that they might stroke these embers into a raging bonfire to fuel great workings of magic beyond the ability of even the greatest mortal mages...at a price.

For where there is light, there is also the shadows cast by that light. And a man is more than his conscious mind alone. Who knows what darker impulses, ancient and primordial, lurk in the crevices of a man's mind? The deeper a Promethean Mage reaches within the soul, the more power they grasp for, the larger the danger that they might be possessed by these demons of their unconscious and run amok, twisted and twisting as their ego is devoured by their id.

But those who seek to grapple the sun must accept being burned. And even gods are no exception. Saatar the Scholar is scholar no longer, but now a war-god. Xetares, they call him. World drinker, and a score more titles besides. The Ever-Bleeding, the Destroyer, the Primordial Sacrifice.

He welcomes it.

TD; LR:

People have a higher baseline and can now overclock. There are consequences to the second if you don't have sufficient mastery over yourself. Think Buddhism. These consequences may or may not include being consumed by your own inner demons and then turning into a rampaging monster. Normal magic still works fine. Our people passively get benefits from the change in their souls. Our mages are also capable of feats no purely mortal mage can match, so long as they are willing to risk the aforementioned raging monster syndrome.

 

[Citino]

OMAKE: A Discussion of MagI
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Two soldiers sat nearby a beautifully crafted, and extremely lifelike statue.

"Hey, Val, you ever think magic makes people into idiots?"

Valistan turns to regard his neighbor. "Considering both of us, along with every other person we know is a mage, you might want to rephrase that, Ren."

Renil sighs "Well, I'm pretty sure that this incident is a case in point. If I dropped that book in front of some random farmer, or a knight, what would their reaction to it be?"

"Probably run away screaming? I mean, can't get much more evil than Void black, and ominous feeling and clearly cursed ground, at least for the uneducated man." Val shrugs. "Maybe find a priest to try to chant the book away?"

"EXACTLY. That book does not exactly scream 'I'm harmless', right? And yet our idiot sergeant decides it would be a great idea to pick it up and bring it back home. He even ignored me when I said we should do some divination into its purpose, or maybe check it for other magical dangers. But nooo, let's just pick it up, from where it is surrounded by pitch black stone, and without any safety measures, and show it to the Archmage." At that point, Renil buried his face in his hands.

Valistan looked at his friend sympathetically. "Well, to be fair to the sergeant, he was fully warded. It should have stopped most magical attacks on him. And he is the best mage in our squad." He looked more closely at his friend. "...You're going to say something that will make me doubt the sanity of our fellow mages, aren't you?"

Renil nodded. "My sister... Our mother was teaching her cooking yesterday."

Valistan looked pained. "I can kind of guess where this is going."

"She was learning to bake bread, and mother had let her off the leash for a bit. 'She can't learn to do it for herself if I hold her hand forever.' Chal was a bit... impatient, I guess. She was on the verge of some breakthrough on some spell or whatever, so she wanted to speed up the baking process."

"Of course she did." Val sighs. "Gods Dammit."

"Oh, it gets better. So, as you can probably guess, she assumed that more heat means faster bake times. So she pulled out a flamethrower spell..."

"OH COME ON. That's past overkill, and into 'let the world burn' territory. How much in a hurry was she?!"

Renil nods glumly. "Which leads to the predictable result of the kitchen turning into fire. Not being on fire, since that would imply that there was something left of the kitchen, but being fire. Mother, of course, comes running and panics. Some of the neighbors ran over too. Problem is, they all started casting at the same time, and all of them threw the highest powered water evocation spell they could cast on short notice. Any one of them would have been enough to dampen the fire, but getting hit by no less than six water spells... We went from worrying about the fire spreading, to worrying about flooding damaging our house."

Both of them look at the other, and at the same time, sigh. In another place, a certain god sighs as well.

Renil sighs, "And then, think of the stories we heard when we were kids. All those stories about mages were divided into two types. One, you get the wise mentor, who teaches the prince, or knight, or random farmboy, gives some magic artifact that will save the world or whatever... and completely ignores the fact that it would take all of five minutes to use said artifact to save the world himself. And then you have the evil wizard, who sits in his castle and sends his evil army to conquer the world, or torture some random person. I mean, yeah, they are legends, but there has to be some truth to them, right? So why are those two the ones that people remember? Especially since both stories almost always end with the wizard dying?"

"Well, those are stories that the common people want. They don't want to be a mage, and most of them don't have the talent for it anyways." Val shrugs. "That's why the story always focuses on the plucky farm boy."

"Well, the other explanation, the one that I'm convinced is true, is that magic makes people idiots." Ren says.

"Well, that's probably why the gods want us to meditate and learn, so we don't do stupid things." Val says after a second of thought. "If we know ourselves, and understand the dangers of magic, we won't do stupid things that get mages killed off. And we get the side benefit of faster training, and occasionally godly help."


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Wrote this partly to balance the darker tone of Satar's thing, partly because of my exasperation that someone picked up a spooky book, instead of running to get the Archmage.

And partly because I like little slice of life things, and this amused me.

 

[Wheel of time]

In all men there is a beast of salavating lusts and brutal hungers. A demon bathed in ones own hellfire dancing to the tune of insanity that echos in the vaults of the mind. There is a primal instinct to kill and take what you want from others. A base murderous urge to survive suffering and humiliation. Through blood and pain is strength obtained. Cruelty like a barbed thorn is entangled around our hearts cutting at our mercy and compassion. There is a voice whispering of the desire to burn it all down. It teases and licks at the consioues like flickering flames burning away at your restraint. In your heart it is a beat like ruinous thunder roaring at you to destory. It's a howling storm that begs to be unleased to wreck havock and mayham. It's the laughing madness that cackles at the misfortune that befalls the world. It's the motion of cutting and cutting and cutting down everything in front, behind, in back, to the side it doesn't matter where it is or what it is, you just want to make it bleed. To lash out and inflick harm. Riping and tearing at the world around, letting your wrath drive you to shatter and sunder. Kill the voice chants and it's a sweet notion you savor it in your mind lapping at it with your thoughts debating what you should do.

Even as the sweet, sweet poison trickles down your gullet. It sears a pathway down into the depths of your soul. The toxic hate melding with the flesh of your spirit. That fire infused into you always burning inside eating away at your tolerance. It's slowly consuming you but you ignore it you don't try to still the flames you just let them simmer, the angery embers that burst outwards scorching you with thier virtol. The black ash is chocking you but you don't notice. Your ears are deaf to the cries of violence ringing around inside your head. Claws of malice frantically running back and forth over your thoughts. Picking and scratching at them desperatley hoping to break free.

But it can't so it scrapes your fragile mind raw strips of oh so delaticate meats falling softly to the ground. Your rotting inside and you can't even smell the putrid scent emanating from your cadviar. Your eyes are closed to the darkness you see only light when oblivion beckons so close by. You look to the stars shining so brilliantly in the sky when the abyss is right in front of you and all you have to do is take the plunge down forevermore. But you don't for your Beast is bound by chains of love and kindness.

Innocent wonder at the world fills you with a honest and simple joy. The monster wants out of your prison. Your killing it slowly with every act of mindless chairty and self indulgint pity for others. Can't you see power to rule, to strike with the iron fist of war and raze with the fires of conquest is within your grasp. Liberate yourself from the shackles of mercy, look how they restrict your natural bloodlust. Take your hand and break all that you love. Twist and bend it to your will. Force them on hands and knees to worship and praise you. Reshape them as your deepest and darkest desires dictate. With rage and fury at all that denies your glory reach for the Powers of the Cosmos and rip them from there morrings. With your terrible wrath scar the Heavens and the Earth. Let all the darkness erupt out of you to devour the land. As your heart is broken take the shattered shards and stab directly into the heart of a another. There is nothing that can not be taken with force. There is no law that is sacred enough to never be broken, the only true law is that which springs from your might and cunning. Power by it's very nature is meant to be used to domainte and control. Nothing is forbidden to those who's will is strong enough.

So to sumarize that nonsensical bullshit I just wrote basically I want to use my ten Sparks to make it so a Mage can embrace his Inner Demons to master a unimaginable power. With predicabl results. Not going say they have to be evil but probably. So purposely going rampaging hellbeast mode to "control it"

By the way @BurningLaugh what is the Magic system like our budding Sorcerer nation is using?

 

[Wheel of time]

oh you leave that to me. There are a ton of greater circles.
Creation, Void, Life, Death, Heaven, Hell, Necromancy, Divine, Eldritch, Souls, Etc

Click to shrink...

I like it and Im hoping you can keep them distinct enough from each other so that they all have a unique flavor. Oh by the way as a God can I make a proclamation like this to our people.

[X] Hear me well children of the Volcanos molten fury. I charge you with a sacred task. To become a sanctuary for the Arcane. Let your land be a a blazing bonfire of mystic might and occult skill. To all of this word you will freely give the opportunity to learn the Art of Sorcery. It is your task to Initiate those who seek Magic in the Powers of the bound Circles. You are to be thier guide in opening thier minds Eye to the hidden forces and energy's flowing around them. Be welcoming to all who desire to learn the Ways of Magic. Go forth and gather from every far corner of the world elder Lore and supernal knowledge.
But be wary of those who would turn against your generosity. Ward yourself against treachery and decit. Prepare thyself in warcraft and the skills of mortal combat so that you may smite those who would dare strike against you.
Among you choose those who will be taught the Gates of Damnation only those whos wills are as unbreakable iron may be taught to master thier Inner Demons.
To these brave souls who walk this hellish path they are to dedicate themselfs to training to be become living weapons of destruction and calamity. They shall be reborn as Ruin and Doom incarnate. They are to be given peace and great honors for their service. And they shall only use this forbidden power I gift to you when the war drums beat their call to battle. Only in the most dire of circumstances are they to be called to unleash the Beast.

As you train the Will of the mind so too will you train and study the strength of the body. Through the Elemental transformation of the Bound Circles devise methods of enhancing your flesh and blood based on the Elemental properties. Channel the Elemental essence throughout the body and regulate it's flow as it cycles through your physical form. Through purification of the body's frailtys does it become a greater vessel for Sorcery. Be not selfish with your knowledge of the body and use it to heal others who seek restoration and renewal.
It will come in time that in your explorations of the outer planes and dimensions you will encounter great and terrible entity's. Some are worthy of fellowship and should be hailed as ally. Other's will tempt and corrupt your Immortal soul down a path of grave evil if given the chance. Be ever watchful of the great Beyond and the treacherous dangers that lurk there. Be ready to fight back with bloody defiance at those who would attempt to defile your world.

 

[Cybandeath]

( and here is the omake @BurningLaugh )

" Few truly understand the utter power of the gift given to the avatar and founder of the Promethean Magocracy, and the full impact of that power being given to him as a mere child. With Greater Magic bestowed upon him he has control of all manners of magic, able to shift if powerful enough the works of the divine themselves to his will. Such aside this frankly versatile access of magic allows the avatar to study and learn as he sees fit, and such self change and pursuit of knowledge and/or fulfillment is held most sacred within the Promethean Pantheon, and people. Indeed the young avatar despite being a child explored the world in pursuit of more and more knowledge, mostly in magic but also in other things as well and with it his own power.

Indeed the avatars pursuit of knowledge led him even to other worlds beyond on own heading further and further into the unknown into countless places no other has set foot before. In essence the Promethean avatar could easily be seen as the ultimate explorer and amazing adventurer, and indeed Promethean adventuring mages often see the avatar as who they strive towards in their said adventuring.

All the same the avatar spent a whole 20 years exploring, learning, adventuring, and growing as a person and in power and knowledge. The first Promethean avatar was a god among men with willpower few could match in his given duty, and power the made even his voice capable of immense power all on its own. But the time of learning had come to a end as he gathered countless others together of magical ability, almost entirely human save for singular exceptions. These people would then settle down in a several volcanoes in a series of mountains, many thought them and many still think them mad for this choice but with there abilities with magic they shaped a society within the safety of the volcanoes and mountains away from other civilizations and free to develop on there own unhindered and even over time developing a immunity and even affinity to there new home just a more organized church and pantheon magic to form within the fledgling nation and civilization.

The next major event however in the Promethean Magocracy's history is the learned ability to gather magical power from the vast energy of the volcanoes they inhabited which helped further solidify the nations growth as its people grew stronger and more powerful in their magical might, developing in strange unseen ways including the gaining of various mysterious abilities such as surpassing their normal limits in a sort of overcharge of magical power." - Excerpt from A History of The Early Promethean Magocracy Volume 1

 

[bioticgrunt]

In the beginning there was nothing, nothing but the vast darkness and never ending silence of The Void. For what could be considered an eternity to mortal minds, The Void was all that was and will be in "existence" until it happened. In a single instant, the Well of Creation came forth from The Void and from it came forth light and Creation. For a time, The Void and the Well of Creation fought against each in what seemed like an endless battle for dominance but found that neither could destroy the other no matter what they tried. Over time however the two forces grew bored with their conflict and learned to coexist with one another and together created their greatest work; the universe. The vast darkness of The Void became space while fragments of the Well's light broke off to become the stars and from this act was born the three realms of the universe; Heaven, Hell, and the Materium.

Heaven was born from the light of the Well of Creation and to the eyes of a mortal it was paradise incarnated for it was everything the Materium was not, beautiful, plentiful, peaceful, and divine. Heaven consisted of floating landmass of various sizes, the most fertile ground in existence, waters so pure it could move a man to tears, and both architecture and art that could put any craftsmen to shame. The inhabitants of this realm, born from the Well's very waters, are beings known Gods, angels, and Divine Beast with each varying in form, personality, and power with many forming together to create pantheons. The realm was split into varies individual territories between individual gods and pantheons but there were no wars in the Heavens for the Well provided all that they needed. However, where the Well of Creation is equaled by The Void, so too is Heaven equaled by Hell.

Hell is a realm born from the depths of The Void and like its progenitor it was realm of darkness but its nature was much more sinister. Hell is a realm where nightmares are born and breed while sin is treated like currency, it is a place where evil breeds and thrives without hesitation or remorse. Hiding within the dark depths of realm are the Old Ones, a race of beings so hideous and disgusting that they couldn't even bare the sight of themselves or each other which is why the loathed the light with a burning passion. The light of Creation forced the Old Ones to gaze upon their hideous forms and for that the Old Ones could never forgive it. The other inhabitants are the Devil, beings created by the Old ones to be their slaves/servants/tools, and Demons, beings from corrupted souls, constantly fight each other for dominance because in Hell power means everything.

The materium exists somewhere between the two realms as something both separated from the two realms and yet still connected on some level. It is home to the mortal world and the mortal races, who worship the Divine of Heaven or sell their souls to the Eldritch of Hell, and to both Heaven and Hell their weak beings compared to them but they (mortals) are resourceful.

There are several forms of magic connected to The Void, Well of Creation, Heaven, Hell, and the Materium with each having their own abilities. The lesser form of magic comes from the Materium which is the bending of the world's elementals such as fire and earth but these circles of magic are outclassed by the other four circles of magic. Those who study void magic are able to call upon The Void allowing them to control both darkness and nothingness while those who study Creation magic are able to Call upon the power of the Well of Creation which grants the control over light and the ability to create anything. The magic of Heaven and Hell are called Divine and Eldritch respectively and are completely opposite of each other in ability. Divine magic allows a magic user to call upon the power of the gods of Heaven to perform miracles in the materium such as Reviving someone from death or give Blessings. The abilities of Divine magic vary depending on what god the magic user worships and Divine Magic are easily recognizable do to the halo of light above their heads. Eldritch magic requires that the magic sell their soul to the denizens of Hell or to master the demon within to perform curses such as inflict pain or cause rot. Eldritch magic varies in strength depending on the demon the magic user sells their soul too and user of Eldritch magic are identifiable by their demonic features.