That's fair, but I feel like leaving him alive may be more detrimental to our moral than not. As even if he just stands there arguing that feels more demoralizing than just having him die now as a fool clinging to the old ways, crushed by the wheels of progress.
A Night So Deep-(A Supernatural Alt-History Quest Set in the Balkans)
- Thread starter Dapperlad1
- Start date
- Mature
[X] Inform the man that their families already live in fear, hoping that their protectors arrive in time. It's just the cruelties of man, rather than monsters, that they are afraid of.
Possibly also inform him that, through the release of magic, man can possibly be made to be better. United against that which threatens them, rather than left to their own devices and machinations. Particularly allowing god a more visible guiding hand could do well to stem the excesses of those whomst hide behind the robes of the papacy.
Possibly also inform him that, through the release of magic, man can possibly be made to be better. United against that which threatens them, rather than left to their own devices and machinations. Particularly allowing god a more visible guiding hand could do well to stem the excesses of those whomst hide behind the robes of the papacy.
[X] Inform the man that their families already live in fear, hoping that their protectors arrive in time. It's just the cruelties of man, rather than monsters, that they are afraid of.
I get that he saw his entire kingdom destroyed by the return of magic and the realm of blood but the same thing that doomed his people saved ours. Yeah it sucks but in a world without magic the Empire wouldn't be able to survive. This is just how the world is now, yeah it's scary but we've already shown just how impressive it can be.
I get that he saw his entire kingdom destroyed by the return of magic and the realm of blood but the same thing that doomed his people saved ours. Yeah it sucks but in a world without magic the Empire wouldn't be able to survive. This is just how the world is now, yeah it's scary but we've already shown just how impressive it can be.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Inform the man that their families already live in fear, hoping that their protectors arrive in time. It's just the cruelties of man, rather than monsters, that they are afraid of.
[X] "A sword is a sword, no matter whom uses it. The forces of evil find ways to might benefit in the source, but so will the servants of good. Would you take vengeance on a sword by acts committed, or its wielder?"
Indeed I have a desire to engage this man in banter so Dapper will release the word storm upon us.
[X] Finish the survivors guilt ridden old man off before he can do something reckless.
I don't think we can negotiate with him, and most certainly he will try to stop us.
I don't think we can negotiate with him, and most certainly he will try to stop us.
- Location
- Philippines
How did magic and the old Gods got suppressed before the rise of Christianity. I mean if the old Gods and magic were active they would most certainly fight back against the rise of Christianity unless the Christian God is that powerful to dominate the old Gods and suppress magic with his miracles. I heard there were stories and legends of Christian Saints being buried above pagan temples and shrines to suppress the power of the pagan Gods there.
[X] Inform the man that their families already live in fear, hoping that their protectors arrive in time. It's just the cruelties of man, rather than monsters, that they are afraid of.
This also makes sense IC for us too. Remember how the romans felt before the rise of monsters again, though it was before game start here they all knew what was going to happen. The fall of their empire and the annexation of their lands into the Ottomans. Where all they could do was delay and hope.
This also makes sense IC for us too. Remember how the romans felt before the rise of monsters again, though it was before game start here they all knew what was going to happen. The fall of their empire and the annexation of their lands into the Ottomans. Where all they could do was delay and hope.
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
- Location
- Romania
[X] Inform the man that their families already live in fear, hoping that their protectors arrive in time. It's just the cruelties of man, rather than monsters, that they are afraid of.
Christianity had good PR. other religions at the time didn't need to proselytize to the masses, and thus couldn't counter missionaries and evangelists (or their era equivalents). the only thing that came close really was, ironically, Rome who had the habit of conquering nations and then either absorbing their deities into the Roman pantheon, or making it so that those deities are revealed to be simply the Roman gods under other guises. For instance, they told the Egyptians that their gods were the Roman gods, and are known to them in the form of the Egyptian pantheon as the roman gods fled there and hid following....I want to say either Typhon or the Gigantomachy. The only one who didn't get this treatment was Serapis, a deity that was already shared between the Egyptians and Greeks prior to the roman arrival, who was a combination of Osiris and Apis, and was left as is to serve as a tool for keeping the egyptians unified with the greeks. This did not work well, especially due to the excesses of the later members of the Ptolemaic dynasty.
Back on the primary topic, tldr: God won because other religions were happy existing with their normal followers and didn't go around converting all that often. and once it converted rome (thanks to Constantine the Great's conversion during his reign as emperor) it gained the might of the Roman army to..."aid" in its conversion. and thus the extermination of the myriad cultures and religions of Europe began, an act that I, even as a Christian (poor one I may be. thinking on it, some of my views would likely get me branded a heretic), will never forgive Christianity for.
Off topic, IRL I am very happy with the rise of Neo-Paganist movements across the world, and lament that we left them near to no clues about their faiths and cultures with which to revive their beliefs. I can only wish them the best piecing together what they can from what little remains.
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- Location
- Philippines
@Coduss Strange from what I got from that battle that converted Constantine to Christianity he was literally asking any Gods to aid him in winning while his rivals was also doing the same performing traditional Roman religious practices and augury. He was pretty much pagan until the Christian God answered his call and granted him victory. Question is why did the Christian God answered him and not the Roman Gods Jupiter could have obliterated Constantine and his Army if he wanted to but he didn't and allowed Constantine to win and begin the process of converting the Roman Empire.
On the topic of other religions and cultures. Some of the religions and cultures of Europe at that time were not forgiving or very ruthless so I kinda see the popularity of Christianity for being forgiving and humanitarian to the masses leading to more and more people to abandon the old ways and the more unsavory practices on their own. Sure there were hardcore believers and fanatics here and there in which the roman government suppressed but the majority was converted on their own accord either through political, social and economic pressure or genuine belief. Also it is very hard for Christianity to coexist with other religions when one of the ten commandments says "you shall have no other gods".
On the topic of other religions and cultures. Some of the religions and cultures of Europe at that time were not forgiving or very ruthless so I kinda see the popularity of Christianity for being forgiving and humanitarian to the masses leading to more and more people to abandon the old ways and the more unsavory practices on their own. Sure there were hardcore believers and fanatics here and there in which the roman government suppressed but the majority was converted on their own accord either through political, social and economic pressure or genuine belief. Also it is very hard for Christianity to coexist with other religions when one of the ten commandments says "you shall have no other gods".
Technically, the wording is "No other god before me." not besides, or below. and you can thank the many revisions and edits of the bible for the removal of the mentions of God actually combating other deities because they couldn't be shown as having any power at all because they shouldnt exist.
- Location
- Philippines
Even if they exist and have power the Christian God would still be more powerful than them. I mean the Egyptian pantheon one of the oldest pantheons there is couldn't protect Egypt from his plagues. The entire mythology around the Christian God makes him a perfect, omnipotent and absolute being that predates Creation and the one who created all there was. There is no weaknesses and shortcomings like other pantheons and mythologies which have some form of weakness and shortcoming that can be exploited for the Christian God have none.
Solarstream
It's all in the cards
- Location
- Zombie World
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Inform the man that their families already live in fear, hoping that their protectors arrive in time. It's just the cruelties of man, rather than monsters, that they are afraid of.
Dies Irae
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Victorinus speaks in a confident and calm voice even with the aftermath of violence surrounding him, "Good King Corvinus, I hear you." The giant regards Corvinus with something approaching pity, "But fear is not unique to monsters. When the world was sane, we feared the Saracen Turks burning our homes. Outside the great walls, men feared bandits, robber barons and killers deep in the night. Monsters are simply one more avenue of death, destruction and terror." Corvinus's face hardens as Victorinus orates, preparing his own counter-argument.
"But more still, my beloved Rome quaked when men came to our walls, it feared more than any the sword and slaughter that only men can provide." A real vigour comes over the Iroikos at this, borne of memories long in the past. "When monsters came to our walls, we saw them off with blood and bravery. When monsters faced us in battle, we defeated them in open war, when they prepared vast witcheries, we shattered them, when they attempted to slaughter us, we slaughtered them." Corvinus begins to attempt to speak, but Victorinus has much too great a momentum to cease. "Without magic, without mystery and this new world, my home would be a single city upon a glorious hill, besieged by forces far beyond it. I cannot-WILL not allow that."
Behind the dense muscle, thick skin and unbreakable bone reveals itself to be a young man. Victorinus cannot be more than thirty at the very most, born during the first monstrous siege of the City. "Perhaps you are right, perhaps this will be worse for the peoples of the world, but Rome has flourished, it has grown in power and prosperity. We have defeated the Black Death and cured nearly all sickness, maiming and crippling is a thing of the past. My grandfather yet lives, nearly one hundred and thirty years of age and still living life, because of these gifts." A small smile comes across Victorinus's face, "But if Rome, my family and a thousand thousand families like mine are to prosper, the rest of the world can burn for all I care."
The speech strikes a chord with the men, hearts settling into the duty ahead of them and finally causing Corvinus to stop his plan to argue, a deep sadness suffusing his eyes. "I see brother, there is no shifting from this path." Something shifts in his non-sword hand, a readjusting of grip on a small object. As he watches the contingent turn to face the Source, he speaks "God, forgive me for what I must do."
Like a bolt of lightning, he smashes whatever is in that hand through his dented and cracked breastplate. Bachus's eyes widen in utter surprise and no small amount of deeply disturbing fear whilst everyone else turns with confusion. Matthias drops to one knee, blood dripping from his mouth as the hand drops away from his wound, revealing a trio of nails embedded deeply into his chest.
Some sort of expletive leaves Bachus before a presence falls over the world. Something powerful, pure and crushing. The Athanatopouloi fall to their knees, salt pouring from the openings in their armour revealing their fate. Fonias scream, minds understanding far too much in an instant, falling to the ground in a shivering mess of prayer and lunacy before the life leaves them.
The Revenants of Albania hiss and cry, muscles bulging massively to resist some form of downward force, the unending command to kneel before the glory of its arrival.
Above, the sky ignites into blinding light. A second sun birthed into the world, searing harsher than its natural sibling could ever dream of. Waylon incants words of power as his staff ignites into a blaze, Gjon and Victorinus raise their blades towards it whilst the Daughter gathers shimmering shards of lunar beams into motes of ice-light above her.
Bacchus falls away into leaf and twig. His frame is cast into non-existence to reveal the truth beneath it. A tall being, taller than Gjon even, but terrifyingly thin. An owl of colossal size twisted into a nearly humanoid shape. A crown of twinkling stars hangs just above his head, shining brightly enough to push against the gleaming glory from above.
The trees go wild, tearing themselves free of the earth, the grass spreads into colossally thick tendrils that seek upwards and the stars grow into solar orbs, flickering with fell glow, drenching this side of the world with its power. Stones carve themselves out of the earth, glinting and glistening, respiring that self-same light into an ultra-chrome orb of power deep within them.
Amidst the chaos, Matthias falls forward, flattening against the earth, his last breath leaving him. Finally birthing the full strength of the Heavens into Creation.
A shape almost human appears, wider and taller than the mountains themselves, its head bursting far past the clouds, boiling them away with bursting glare and revealing the cosmic mix of a billion different features. Its wings glitter in flesh encased eyes of a thousand creatures. Slitted feline wriggle near human irises contained in pools of radiant white, staring in every direction possible. The body is nowhere to be seen, enfolded by these wings, possibly hidden in the wayward tissue canopy they form.
A voice speaks, shaking the world with each impossible-to-understand syllable. Trees turn to ash in a split moment, grass cooks away and the world ignites into fury. Air splits and the ground shatters as everything becomes light.
Survival
Waylon=35
Gjon=2
Stolas=36
The Daughter=17
Victorinus=23
Target-40
When the fury clears, a scoured landscape emerges. The world is shattered, great gouts of earth blood rise from the ground below, magma spilling out in colossal riverways. As far as the eye can see, the desolation is total. Even the distant Carpathians are smashed flat, a force greater than this world has seen in millennia showcased in its rawest form.
Gjon stands, blood dripping freely from his face as it's charred red. His suit of armour falls away like liquid, quicksilver running off his body. The only intact part of his panoply is the pristine blade, unharmed even by this violence.
A sparkling wall surrounds the Daughter, pearlescent features unmarred by the chaos. Moonlit argent surrounding and suffusing the land around her, protecting against this force. She begins to recall the beads of light, moving them in slow circles around her.
Victorinus is a charred hulk of meat, with vicious burns, open holes and visible bone, however, rising to his mangled feet is concurrent with a rapid recovery. Muscle pushes dead tissue out of the way whilst organs and skin unfold into existence. In mere seconds a corpse turns into a man, raising into a fighting stance for lack of a weapon.
Pulling himself free of a divot in the earth, Waylon stumbles to his feet. A twisted area of space sitting just above him, evidently having channelled the force away from him as proven by the tunnels smashed into the earth around him. New words come to his lips, twisting the world into shape as he continually adapts.
Finally, Stolas lies in a splendorous state, precious gems having formed into a perfect sphere around him, barely revealing the terror that lies inside it in the reflections of sapphires and rubies. A terrible rage is present even in the gentle repose he appears to be in, taloned hands clenched tight and third eye bursting with profane radiance.
The eyes, human and otherwise, look down at the small group of resistance to its will, another warbling of air as its many mouths move to speak once again. A moment is left to resist, minds racing, only one will manage in time.
Who responds?
[X] Waylon casts his magick, sending a spell more complex than can be imagined towards the angel.
[X] Stolas breaks free of his crystalline fortification, striking out with experience from his elder days.
[X] The Daughter answers with power unrivalled, the full might of her God crashing down on its opponent.
"But more still, my beloved Rome quaked when men came to our walls, it feared more than any the sword and slaughter that only men can provide." A real vigour comes over the Iroikos at this, borne of memories long in the past. "When monsters came to our walls, we saw them off with blood and bravery. When monsters faced us in battle, we defeated them in open war, when they prepared vast witcheries, we shattered them, when they attempted to slaughter us, we slaughtered them." Corvinus begins to attempt to speak, but Victorinus has much too great a momentum to cease. "Without magic, without mystery and this new world, my home would be a single city upon a glorious hill, besieged by forces far beyond it. I cannot-WILL not allow that."
Behind the dense muscle, thick skin and unbreakable bone reveals itself to be a young man. Victorinus cannot be more than thirty at the very most, born during the first monstrous siege of the City. "Perhaps you are right, perhaps this will be worse for the peoples of the world, but Rome has flourished, it has grown in power and prosperity. We have defeated the Black Death and cured nearly all sickness, maiming and crippling is a thing of the past. My grandfather yet lives, nearly one hundred and thirty years of age and still living life, because of these gifts." A small smile comes across Victorinus's face, "But if Rome, my family and a thousand thousand families like mine are to prosper, the rest of the world can burn for all I care."
The speech strikes a chord with the men, hearts settling into the duty ahead of them and finally causing Corvinus to stop his plan to argue, a deep sadness suffusing his eyes. "I see brother, there is no shifting from this path." Something shifts in his non-sword hand, a readjusting of grip on a small object. As he watches the contingent turn to face the Source, he speaks "God, forgive me for what I must do."
Like a bolt of lightning, he smashes whatever is in that hand through his dented and cracked breastplate. Bachus's eyes widen in utter surprise and no small amount of deeply disturbing fear whilst everyone else turns with confusion. Matthias drops to one knee, blood dripping from his mouth as the hand drops away from his wound, revealing a trio of nails embedded deeply into his chest.
Some sort of expletive leaves Bachus before a presence falls over the world. Something powerful, pure and crushing. The Athanatopouloi fall to their knees, salt pouring from the openings in their armour revealing their fate. Fonias scream, minds understanding far too much in an instant, falling to the ground in a shivering mess of prayer and lunacy before the life leaves them.
The Revenants of Albania hiss and cry, muscles bulging massively to resist some form of downward force, the unending command to kneel before the glory of its arrival.
Above, the sky ignites into blinding light. A second sun birthed into the world, searing harsher than its natural sibling could ever dream of. Waylon incants words of power as his staff ignites into a blaze, Gjon and Victorinus raise their blades towards it whilst the Daughter gathers shimmering shards of lunar beams into motes of ice-light above her.
Bacchus falls away into leaf and twig. His frame is cast into non-existence to reveal the truth beneath it. A tall being, taller than Gjon even, but terrifyingly thin. An owl of colossal size twisted into a nearly humanoid shape. A crown of twinkling stars hangs just above his head, shining brightly enough to push against the gleaming glory from above.
The trees go wild, tearing themselves free of the earth, the grass spreads into colossally thick tendrils that seek upwards and the stars grow into solar orbs, flickering with fell glow, drenching this side of the world with its power. Stones carve themselves out of the earth, glinting and glistening, respiring that self-same light into an ultra-chrome orb of power deep within them.
Amidst the chaos, Matthias falls forward, flattening against the earth, his last breath leaving him. Finally birthing the full strength of the Heavens into Creation.
A shape almost human appears, wider and taller than the mountains themselves, its head bursting far past the clouds, boiling them away with bursting glare and revealing the cosmic mix of a billion different features. Its wings glitter in flesh encased eyes of a thousand creatures. Slitted feline wriggle near human irises contained in pools of radiant white, staring in every direction possible. The body is nowhere to be seen, enfolded by these wings, possibly hidden in the wayward tissue canopy they form.
A voice speaks, shaking the world with each impossible-to-understand syllable. Trees turn to ash in a split moment, grass cooks away and the world ignites into fury. Air splits and the ground shatters as everything becomes light.
Survival
Waylon=35
Gjon=2
Stolas=36
The Daughter=17
Victorinus=23
Target-40
When the fury clears, a scoured landscape emerges. The world is shattered, great gouts of earth blood rise from the ground below, magma spilling out in colossal riverways. As far as the eye can see, the desolation is total. Even the distant Carpathians are smashed flat, a force greater than this world has seen in millennia showcased in its rawest form.
Gjon stands, blood dripping freely from his face as it's charred red. His suit of armour falls away like liquid, quicksilver running off his body. The only intact part of his panoply is the pristine blade, unharmed even by this violence.
A sparkling wall surrounds the Daughter, pearlescent features unmarred by the chaos. Moonlit argent surrounding and suffusing the land around her, protecting against this force. She begins to recall the beads of light, moving them in slow circles around her.
Victorinus is a charred hulk of meat, with vicious burns, open holes and visible bone, however, rising to his mangled feet is concurrent with a rapid recovery. Muscle pushes dead tissue out of the way whilst organs and skin unfold into existence. In mere seconds a corpse turns into a man, raising into a fighting stance for lack of a weapon.
Pulling himself free of a divot in the earth, Waylon stumbles to his feet. A twisted area of space sitting just above him, evidently having channelled the force away from him as proven by the tunnels smashed into the earth around him. New words come to his lips, twisting the world into shape as he continually adapts.
Finally, Stolas lies in a splendorous state, precious gems having formed into a perfect sphere around him, barely revealing the terror that lies inside it in the reflections of sapphires and rubies. A terrible rage is present even in the gentle repose he appears to be in, taloned hands clenched tight and third eye bursting with profane radiance.
The eyes, human and otherwise, look down at the small group of resistance to its will, another warbling of air as its many mouths move to speak once again. A moment is left to resist, minds racing, only one will manage in time.
Who responds?
[X] Waylon casts his magick, sending a spell more complex than can be imagined towards the angel.
[X] Stolas breaks free of his crystalline fortification, striking out with experience from his elder days.
[X] The Daughter answers with power unrivalled, the full might of her God crashing down on its opponent.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ah. An angel.
Edit: Why didn't I think of that? How did we not see this, we're smarter than this!
Edit: Why didn't I think of that? How did we not see this, we're smarter than this!
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Warmach1ne32
Machine of War and Quests
- Location
- Indonesia
I thought trapping or summoning an Angel is a sin cause only the Big Guy can call on Angels
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I guess willing sacrifice of self makes it ok.
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
One does not ask forgiveness for nothing.
force200
Megaspell Technician
- Location
- Stable <data corrupted>
I'm reminded of that scene in Hellsing when Anderson stabs himself with that holy nail.
I think the talk about medicine triggered him. Woops.