Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
He will not be stealing anything. He will innovate our borrow the ideas, but the actual artifacts will remain with their owners must of the time.
Creating an Empire (Multicross God SI)
- Thread starter Older-than-Time
- Start date
- Location
- India
remember the servants weapons created by grail are not original ,they are created by grail based on original's information stored in root as the servants are just copy of original. Pure Heroic Spirits, the "main body" in the Throne of Heroes, can only be summoned by the World, and summoning even one is considered to be a miraculous occurrence. Magi can perform rituals(grail war) to borrow their power to mimic them, but cannot summon actual Heroic Spirits themselves.
so your not basically stealing as original weapons remains to throne, in type moon only Avalon can be considered as a original weapon as it still exist in world and not a creation of grail.
so your not basically stealing as original weapons remains to throne, in type moon only Avalon can be considered as a original weapon as it still exist in world and not a creation of grail.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Kadmon will recreate them in his own way if he wishes, but copying things completely isn't his MO. Ascalon is different enough in form and utility, since it requires unlocking restrictions and such.
I will take inspiration from this, but very few things will be copied/
I will take inspiration from this, but very few things will be copied/
- Location
- India
i am not saying just copy them like that, but those weapons contain vast amount of data, forging process, material and fighting style. they can be used to improve your own design of weapons. think how useful is to create a better ea, fuelled by all the emotion of humanity(under your domain) like slash emperor of ado adam!!!!
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
That's cool, but EA's material isn't of Earthly origin, so no EA directly.
Anyways, I'll be posting up the next chapter later on. Maybe Wednesday.
- Location
- USA
- Location
- India
"O Emperor, in wrath rejoicing at bloody wars, fierce and untamed,
whose mighty power doth make the strongest walls from their foundations shake.
All-conquering Master of Mankind, be pleased with this war's tumultuous roar.
Delight in swords and fists red with alien blood, and the dire ruins of savage battle.
Rejoice in furious challenge, and avenging strife, whose works with woe embitter human life!"
- "Accept any challenge, no matter the odds", prayer and vow of the Black Templars
A spiritu dominatus,
Domine, libra nos,
From the lighting and the tempest,
Our Emperor, deliver us.
From plague, temptation and war,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the scourge of the Kraken,
Our Emperor, deliver us.
From the blasphemy of the Fallen,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the begetting of daemons,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the curse of the mutant,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
A morte perpetua,
Domine, libra nos.
That thou wouldst bring them only death,
That thou shouldst spare none,
That thou shouldst pardon none
We beseech thee, destroy them.
-(commonly known as the Battle-prayer of the Adepta Sororitas)
Love the Emperor
for He is the salvation of mankind
Obey His words
for He will lead you into the light of the future
Heed His wisdom
for He will protect you from evil
Whisper His prayers with devotion,
for they will save your soul
Honour His servants,
for they speak in His voice
Tremble before His majesty,
for we all walk in His immortal shadow
-Warhammer 40,000 2nd Edition Rulebook p. 70
whose mighty power doth make the strongest walls from their foundations shake.
All-conquering Master of Mankind, be pleased with this war's tumultuous roar.
Delight in swords and fists red with alien blood, and the dire ruins of savage battle.
Rejoice in furious challenge, and avenging strife, whose works with woe embitter human life!"
- "Accept any challenge, no matter the odds", prayer and vow of the Black Templars
A spiritu dominatus,
Domine, libra nos,
From the lighting and the tempest,
Our Emperor, deliver us.
From plague, temptation and war,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the scourge of the Kraken,
Our Emperor, deliver us.
From the blasphemy of the Fallen,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the begetting of daemons,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the curse of the mutant,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
A morte perpetua,
Domine, libra nos.
That thou wouldst bring them only death,
That thou shouldst spare none,
That thou shouldst pardon none
We beseech thee, destroy them.
-(commonly known as the Battle-prayer of the Adepta Sororitas)
Love the Emperor
for He is the salvation of mankind
Obey His words
for He will lead you into the light of the future
Heed His wisdom
for He will protect you from evil
Whisper His prayers with devotion,
for they will save your soul
Honour His servants,
for they speak in His voice
Tremble before His majesty,
for we all walk in His immortal shadow
-Warhammer 40,000 2nd Edition Rulebook p. 70
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First Steps
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
I paced.
I paced...mentally, that is.
Ever since Jaune, that Faith girl and the Hands entered the forest, I had lost most of my awareness of them. I could...sense them vaguely, but it was like I was looking at a blurry screen from across the room that went to static every few moments. There were sensations of...resolve and determination every so often.
I worried and paced and prodded at the barrier separating me from my Blade. He was the easiest to sense...relatively speaking. I knew he was alright; steady on his path and...damn, he was utterly doubtless in the belief that I was with him and his men.
I was just glad I pressed my blessings upon them before they entered the...huh…
...my other Hands were on the move.
I turned my attentions back to the village and saw them gathering near the eastern edge of the settlement. They were getting ready….to face the three hellhounds stalking closer and closer.
Fuck.
Now that they hounds were out in the open, I got a clear look at their size and they out-massed four men in armor combined. The rippling muscle and various spikes...my Hands would have a hard fight ahead of them.
I refreshed the blessings I had placed upon them and hoped for the best.
Wait, one of them is doing something. He's taking a knee and praying...and...whoa, I just got a plea for a decent portion of power. Enough to power the same blessing for an army of thousands. Not something that would put a severe dent in my pool of worship, so I gave the power to the praying man freely.
I watched as he began to glow with my Light and...fuck, is he casting Smite using my Light?!
The pooled power I gave him shot up into the sky...and crashed back down on the hellhounds like the fist of an angry god...this here angry god, in particular. The hounds staggered and...fell over, dead.
Guess Smite in this reality is literally calling upon a deity to smite the enemy…
...why doesn't Jaune do something similar? Hmm, maybe he never learned to Smite? This guy...a red head with an awesome beard had a tinge of another god. One of...uh...feels like justice and order. Dunno which god that is...not yet.
I sent a...pulse of approval to him and the belief in return began to restore the used up worship. Good man, that...uh...Maximilian of House Gellesch of the Anderfell nations.
...wait, is this guy a noble or something? I peered in and...yep, a minor noble. Just landless and the second son of the fifth son of a count. No chance of inheritance or anything. Glad he was with me. He had a very competent air about him and...looks like Jaune named him the second-in-command.
Good choice.
I peered deeper to get a better idea about Maximilian and...he wasn't a pure man, but he was a good one. He had less than noble thoughts concerning wealth and power, but he's...ah, he's seeking redemption.
Redemption for causing his family trouble…
...he wanted to marry a peasant girl...they refused and…
...
...he denounced his blood relations and eloped with her...and she's back at the keep my Hands called home. Huh, I like this guy. Sure he ain't the greatest looking or strong, but a good man all the same.
I feel like this guy will go far. He's certainly charismatic and passionate enough. Once the Hands get more men, I'll likely encourage Jaune to give Maximili...Max more responsibilities, maybe as a commander of a regiment or small settlement.
Maybe I'll even get Jaune to...hmm, getting ahead of myself. Let's just get Altria and Jaune ready first.
…
...wait, what day is it?!
I shifted a portion of my awareness back to Altria, who was standing out in a field outside of Calth. She looked...lost. I sent a pulse of questioning to Esme and got...huh, it's Altria's nameday.
My lack of attention seems to have shaken her faith, just a bit. She was expecting...an extravagant and showy sign of her ascension…
...this reminds me of something…
...wow, either this is all a big coincidence or I'm being railroaded by a higher power…
Altria stood forlornly in the middle of a field. The city of Calth is off in the distance, the flags fluttering in the breeze. She gazes up at the sky, not really at me but I can feel her gaze...and the question it carries.
'Are you there, Lord Kadmon? Are You still watching me? Or has this all been...has my belief in Your presence been a fantasy…? It's the evening of my nameday and yet...there has been nothing. No sign of Your Will or Sir Jaune...am I not Your Champion!? Have I not done as was required of me? I've studied and prayed and spent all these years readying myself for Your service. Have I done wrong?'
If I wasn't able to sense the innermost thoughts and emotions of the girl, I'd almost think she was angry. But she's not...just lost and starting to feel doubt. She had woken this morning believing either Jaune or I myself would appear in the sunrise with a hand extended. Then the whole day of whispers of her friends and neighbors and shouts of defamation from the priests of Calth.
She spent the whole day looking for a sign...even a knowing nod from a shadowed figure. But I was distracted and...I need to make this up to her. She's finally letting it all out and I need to make this THE most memorable moment of her life.
...sorry Nasu, but I'm stealing a scene from FATE.
Gathering a very considerable portion of my pool of worship, a literal mountain's worth compared to the house-sized portion I gave to Max, I carefully shaped the massive amount of energy into the perfect shape.
A sword.
It was a longsword with a hand-and-a-half grip. The cross guard was that of the Aquila, the two headed eagle with its wings spread. The pommel had an iridescent golden jewel shaped like an arrow. The colors were simple; shining steel for the blade, golden filigree and deep red for the grip.
As an afterthought, I crafted a deep red scabbard with wording etched into the side.
'Terranis Holds'
There. A marvelous weapon and a surprise for later all in one. Granted, the power within each one is more than enough to take on any enemy is a great feature.
Nodding to myself, I took up the sword and sent it hurdling down to the planet, aimed perfectly at the large stone Altria stood by. Thinking again, I surrounded the blade and its path with shining, golden light.
Let's see how she likes this…
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Altria, daughter of Madline, daughter of Din and descended of the line of Altia, stood in the outlying field of Calth. It had been years since she'd even felt a shred of doubt. Always, she could feel a...presence at her side. It was warm like a well-fed fireplace on a winter's night and never did she once believe that Lord Kadmon was not by her side.
But today, the one day she'd been waiting for...that she'd prayed would arrive...she felt nothing. Where there was once a presence of warmth was a void of cold ice. The confidence she once had seemed to have fled completely and…
...with the gaze of everyone in town, Altria doubted.
She lost her belief that she had a great destiny before her, one equal if not greater than the legend of her ancestor, Altia, the Hero-Maiden of the Land of Parth.
Looking up one last time, she got up and began her trek back to Calth. Hopefully she'd get home without running into an-...
Suddenly, the sky brightened as if it was the morning come again and a pillar of light engulfed her. Warmth, oh so familiar warmth surrounded her and she felt it once again:
Kadmon was watching...He is here!
Turning her gaze to the sky, she watched as a star fell from the heavens and impaled itself into the stone she had been sitting on. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon the blade.
It was an exquisite weapon, a masterwork beyond anything mortal hands could craft. A peerless edge adorned with golden filigree and the Aquila of Lord Kadmon. It seemed to shine with an unseen light and…
...the golden light and warmth disappeared and she was left once again in the cold of the world. Altria shivered and could faintly hear the echoes of people making their way here from Calth. A chilling breeze whipped about her and she could hear a voice…
Looking around, she spotted an old man shrouded in robes made of dark feathers. She balked and took a step back at the sight of him and his gnarled wood staff in hand. Altria was ready to grab the sword when he spoke…
...she could do naught but listen.
"Look upon the sword, Altria… Gaze upon its magnificence but do not ignore what lies beneath its wondrous light."
And she looked upon the sword again, shining glow and all. There was a sense of foreboding now that she really looked. The old man spoke again as she gazed upon the now-imposing blade.
"The sword is a not a gift, but destiny clad in peerless steel. Take up the sword and you will begin your journey. Take up the sword and you will be blessed with the full might of His Light. Mortal weapons will not harm you and never shall your blood be spilt. With a single swing, you shall topple castles and shatter armies. Truly, you will be a Champion not seen in centuries."
It was truly awe inspiring. Altria could see what the old man described. She stood at the head of an army clad in yellow and red, sword shining in her upraised arms as armies parted before them. But she had to ask…
"But what lies beneath the glory…?"
He smiles sadly and gestures at the blade...and it becomes stained with blood…
"The sword, though wondrous and all but assures your destiny as His Champion...is still a sword. It is a blade made for rending of flesh and cleaving of bone. It will bring untold glory...but immense death. Should you take up the sword, you will no longer be human, but a Champion of His Light and the Herald of His Kingdom Beyond the Stars."
There was a brief pause and the world seemed to grow darker.
"Never shall you age nor shall be tainted by disease. Time shall pass you by as you watch the world crumble and your comrades age to dust. Truly it is a blade of victory...endless, unceasing victory. Shall you take up the sword, Altria...or shall you turn back and live the life you should have lived, had Lord Kadmon never chosen you?"
Already she could hear the hoofbeats of the coming knights and the cries of the men astride their steeds. She turned her gaze from the sword to the old man...and saw not a beggar shrouded in a robe of dark feathers, but a young man clad in golden armor of the purest light.
"Lord Kadmon…!"
She could not speak as he...He kneeled before her! She could not help but cry to see her lord...her God kneel at her feet. He looked deeply into her eyes as He spoke again.
"This is your moment, Altria. Take up the sword and take the first step on the path I have set before you. It will be long...and it will be bloody. The people shall cry both for your glory and your blood. Countries will burn and be uplifted by My Light. You will be My Champion and the Herald of My Kingdom…
...but you can turn back. You can turn back now and deny the path I've created. You have this choice, dear one. You do not have to cast aside your humanity…"
Crying softly, Altria watched as Lord Kadmon dissipated into golden motes of light and lifted back into the heavens. Yet still the sword remained. Stepping forward, she traced the grooves of the Aquila.
"Take up the sword...or turn back…"
She mumbled and shivered against the cold of the world. In moments, the knights would arrive and she'd…
...she could be a normal girl. She could have a family...and…
...and watch as the land changed and the gods clashed and…
...she steeled her resolve…
...and took up the sword.
With a great heave, she lifted the sword clean out of the stone. Light once again fell from the skies above. Warmth and golden presence enshrouded her. She felt His hand upon her shoulder and His smile…
Altria took up the sword and embraced her destiny.
I paced...mentally, that is.
Ever since Jaune, that Faith girl and the Hands entered the forest, I had lost most of my awareness of them. I could...sense them vaguely, but it was like I was looking at a blurry screen from across the room that went to static every few moments. There were sensations of...resolve and determination every so often.
I worried and paced and prodded at the barrier separating me from my Blade. He was the easiest to sense...relatively speaking. I knew he was alright; steady on his path and...damn, he was utterly doubtless in the belief that I was with him and his men.
I was just glad I pressed my blessings upon them before they entered the...huh…
...my other Hands were on the move.
I turned my attentions back to the village and saw them gathering near the eastern edge of the settlement. They were getting ready….to face the three hellhounds stalking closer and closer.
Fuck.
Now that they hounds were out in the open, I got a clear look at their size and they out-massed four men in armor combined. The rippling muscle and various spikes...my Hands would have a hard fight ahead of them.
I refreshed the blessings I had placed upon them and hoped for the best.
Wait, one of them is doing something. He's taking a knee and praying...and...whoa, I just got a plea for a decent portion of power. Enough to power the same blessing for an army of thousands. Not something that would put a severe dent in my pool of worship, so I gave the power to the praying man freely.
I watched as he began to glow with my Light and...fuck, is he casting Smite using my Light?!
The pooled power I gave him shot up into the sky...and crashed back down on the hellhounds like the fist of an angry god...this here angry god, in particular. The hounds staggered and...fell over, dead.
Guess Smite in this reality is literally calling upon a deity to smite the enemy…
...why doesn't Jaune do something similar? Hmm, maybe he never learned to Smite? This guy...a red head with an awesome beard had a tinge of another god. One of...uh...feels like justice and order. Dunno which god that is...not yet.
I sent a...pulse of approval to him and the belief in return began to restore the used up worship. Good man, that...uh...Maximilian of House Gellesch of the Anderfell nations.
...wait, is this guy a noble or something? I peered in and...yep, a minor noble. Just landless and the second son of the fifth son of a count. No chance of inheritance or anything. Glad he was with me. He had a very competent air about him and...looks like Jaune named him the second-in-command.
Good choice.
I peered deeper to get a better idea about Maximilian and...he wasn't a pure man, but he was a good one. He had less than noble thoughts concerning wealth and power, but he's...ah, he's seeking redemption.
Redemption for causing his family trouble…
...he wanted to marry a peasant girl...they refused and…
...
...he denounced his blood relations and eloped with her...and she's back at the keep my Hands called home. Huh, I like this guy. Sure he ain't the greatest looking or strong, but a good man all the same.
I feel like this guy will go far. He's certainly charismatic and passionate enough. Once the Hands get more men, I'll likely encourage Jaune to give Maximili...Max more responsibilities, maybe as a commander of a regiment or small settlement.
Maybe I'll even get Jaune to...hmm, getting ahead of myself. Let's just get Altria and Jaune ready first.
…
...wait, what day is it?!
I shifted a portion of my awareness back to Altria, who was standing out in a field outside of Calth. She looked...lost. I sent a pulse of questioning to Esme and got...huh, it's Altria's nameday.
My lack of attention seems to have shaken her faith, just a bit. She was expecting...an extravagant and showy sign of her ascension…
...this reminds me of something…
...wow, either this is all a big coincidence or I'm being railroaded by a higher power…
Altria stood forlornly in the middle of a field. The city of Calth is off in the distance, the flags fluttering in the breeze. She gazes up at the sky, not really at me but I can feel her gaze...and the question it carries.
'Are you there, Lord Kadmon? Are You still watching me? Or has this all been...has my belief in Your presence been a fantasy…? It's the evening of my nameday and yet...there has been nothing. No sign of Your Will or Sir Jaune...am I not Your Champion!? Have I not done as was required of me? I've studied and prayed and spent all these years readying myself for Your service. Have I done wrong?'
If I wasn't able to sense the innermost thoughts and emotions of the girl, I'd almost think she was angry. But she's not...just lost and starting to feel doubt. She had woken this morning believing either Jaune or I myself would appear in the sunrise with a hand extended. Then the whole day of whispers of her friends and neighbors and shouts of defamation from the priests of Calth.
She spent the whole day looking for a sign...even a knowing nod from a shadowed figure. But I was distracted and...I need to make this up to her. She's finally letting it all out and I need to make this THE most memorable moment of her life.
...sorry Nasu, but I'm stealing a scene from FATE.
Gathering a very considerable portion of my pool of worship, a literal mountain's worth compared to the house-sized portion I gave to Max, I carefully shaped the massive amount of energy into the perfect shape.
A sword.
It was a longsword with a hand-and-a-half grip. The cross guard was that of the Aquila, the two headed eagle with its wings spread. The pommel had an iridescent golden jewel shaped like an arrow. The colors were simple; shining steel for the blade, golden filigree and deep red for the grip.
As an afterthought, I crafted a deep red scabbard with wording etched into the side.
'Terranis Holds'
There. A marvelous weapon and a surprise for later all in one. Granted, the power within each one is more than enough to take on any enemy is a great feature.
Nodding to myself, I took up the sword and sent it hurdling down to the planet, aimed perfectly at the large stone Altria stood by. Thinking again, I surrounded the blade and its path with shining, golden light.
Let's see how she likes this…
---------------------------------------------
Altria, daughter of Madline, daughter of Din and descended of the line of Altia, stood in the outlying field of Calth. It had been years since she'd even felt a shred of doubt. Always, she could feel a...presence at her side. It was warm like a well-fed fireplace on a winter's night and never did she once believe that Lord Kadmon was not by her side.
But today, the one day she'd been waiting for...that she'd prayed would arrive...she felt nothing. Where there was once a presence of warmth was a void of cold ice. The confidence she once had seemed to have fled completely and…
...with the gaze of everyone in town, Altria doubted.
She lost her belief that she had a great destiny before her, one equal if not greater than the legend of her ancestor, Altia, the Hero-Maiden of the Land of Parth.
Looking up one last time, she got up and began her trek back to Calth. Hopefully she'd get home without running into an-...
Suddenly, the sky brightened as if it was the morning come again and a pillar of light engulfed her. Warmth, oh so familiar warmth surrounded her and she felt it once again:
Kadmon was watching...He is here!
Turning her gaze to the sky, she watched as a star fell from the heavens and impaled itself into the stone she had been sitting on. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon the blade.
It was an exquisite weapon, a masterwork beyond anything mortal hands could craft. A peerless edge adorned with golden filigree and the Aquila of Lord Kadmon. It seemed to shine with an unseen light and…
...the golden light and warmth disappeared and she was left once again in the cold of the world. Altria shivered and could faintly hear the echoes of people making their way here from Calth. A chilling breeze whipped about her and she could hear a voice…
Looking around, she spotted an old man shrouded in robes made of dark feathers. She balked and took a step back at the sight of him and his gnarled wood staff in hand. Altria was ready to grab the sword when he spoke…
...she could do naught but listen.
"Look upon the sword, Altria… Gaze upon its magnificence but do not ignore what lies beneath its wondrous light."
And she looked upon the sword again, shining glow and all. There was a sense of foreboding now that she really looked. The old man spoke again as she gazed upon the now-imposing blade.
"The sword is a not a gift, but destiny clad in peerless steel. Take up the sword and you will begin your journey. Take up the sword and you will be blessed with the full might of His Light. Mortal weapons will not harm you and never shall your blood be spilt. With a single swing, you shall topple castles and shatter armies. Truly, you will be a Champion not seen in centuries."
It was truly awe inspiring. Altria could see what the old man described. She stood at the head of an army clad in yellow and red, sword shining in her upraised arms as armies parted before them. But she had to ask…
"But what lies beneath the glory…?"
He smiles sadly and gestures at the blade...and it becomes stained with blood…
"The sword, though wondrous and all but assures your destiny as His Champion...is still a sword. It is a blade made for rending of flesh and cleaving of bone. It will bring untold glory...but immense death. Should you take up the sword, you will no longer be human, but a Champion of His Light and the Herald of His Kingdom Beyond the Stars."
There was a brief pause and the world seemed to grow darker.
"Never shall you age nor shall be tainted by disease. Time shall pass you by as you watch the world crumble and your comrades age to dust. Truly it is a blade of victory...endless, unceasing victory. Shall you take up the sword, Altria...or shall you turn back and live the life you should have lived, had Lord Kadmon never chosen you?"
Already she could hear the hoofbeats of the coming knights and the cries of the men astride their steeds. She turned her gaze from the sword to the old man...and saw not a beggar shrouded in a robe of dark feathers, but a young man clad in golden armor of the purest light.
"Lord Kadmon…!"
She could not speak as he...He kneeled before her! She could not help but cry to see her lord...her God kneel at her feet. He looked deeply into her eyes as He spoke again.
"This is your moment, Altria. Take up the sword and take the first step on the path I have set before you. It will be long...and it will be bloody. The people shall cry both for your glory and your blood. Countries will burn and be uplifted by My Light. You will be My Champion and the Herald of My Kingdom…
...but you can turn back. You can turn back now and deny the path I've created. You have this choice, dear one. You do not have to cast aside your humanity…"
Crying softly, Altria watched as Lord Kadmon dissipated into golden motes of light and lifted back into the heavens. Yet still the sword remained. Stepping forward, she traced the grooves of the Aquila.
"Take up the sword...or turn back…"
She mumbled and shivered against the cold of the world. In moments, the knights would arrive and she'd…
...she could be a normal girl. She could have a family...and…
...and watch as the land changed and the gods clashed and…
...she steeled her resolve…
...and took up the sword.
With a great heave, she lifted the sword clean out of the stone. Light once again fell from the skies above. Warmth and golden presence enshrouded her. She felt His hand upon her shoulder and His smile…
Altria took up the sword and embraced her destiny.
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Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
THANKS!! It took me forever to get the scene the way I liked it. Had to watch FATE/Zero and Stay Night several times to understand...
- Location
- USA
IT LIVES! Great scene.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Wow...never considered myself any better than anyone else. If you really want an epic story, look up any of shadenight123's stuff, or Ack or Hiver or even Ryuugi.
I'm getting there. I just took way too long to get this chapter right.
Also, yes. Altria's gonna have a long journey ahead. And by taking up the Sword, she's now stuck as Kadmon's Champion.
Forever.
She can visit the Afterlife for His followers and such. But she'll never die. She'll never rest. She'll see her friends and comrades age to dust.
She'll never be a mother.
There's a price to pay for everything.
Kadmon's not quite figured that out yet.
I'm getting there. I just took way too long to get this chapter right.
Also, yes. Altria's gonna have a long journey ahead. And by taking up the Sword, she's now stuck as Kadmon's Champion.
Forever.
She can visit the Afterlife for His followers and such. But she'll never die. She'll never rest. She'll see her friends and comrades age to dust.
She'll never be a mother.
There's a price to pay for everything.
Kadmon's not quite figured that out yet.
- Location
- USA
So......that's gonna be horrible for her.
Immortality, that wince so many seek. The curse that seems a blessing, truly it is a terrible fate.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
On the plus side, she will literally never be harmed by mortal means and if I bless her prior to a battle, she can even take on a minor deity if need be.
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- Location
- India
how the Excalibur looks like normal version or proto version?
nhh, look at malcador or Oll Persson and Alivia Sureka who are well-adjusted despite being immortal. i mean they are trapped in grimdark world despite that they are fighting the good fight.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Firstly, she doesn't have Excalibur. It's a Caliburn analogue. The Sword of Assured Victory.
Next, it looks Caliburn, though the blue parts are red and the cross guard is the Aquila.
Altria will Eventually reach a breaking point where she'll revolt against Kadmon...we'll see how things turn out then.
Next, it looks Caliburn, though the blue parts are red and the cross guard is the Aquila.
Altria will Eventually reach a breaking point where she'll revolt against Kadmon...we'll see how things turn out then.
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Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
No, not exactly. It does unleash an amazing amount of energy as a ranged attack, but that's a side feature to the true ability of the sword.
Hidden Variable
Sullen and Jaded
- Location
- Minnesota.
*Lurks quietly and waits for the next chapter of Older-than-Time's stories...*
Dimensionist
Grandmaster of Apologism, Keeper of the Faith
- Location
- Bangalore, India
So ... I know you probably intended this to have gravitas and what-not.
But I'm rolling on the floor laughing here. I mean, seriously? 'Mortals cannot understand immortality as an immortal can'? Who died and made you God?
The whole post is just ... kinda pretentious drivel. I'm sorry, but it is.
The truth of it is, no one has any idea what immortality can truly lead to, because no one has ever experienced it. We can guess, sure, but our guesses are tinged by our biases.
And frankly? The more I think about it, the more this idea that immortality is this unreasonable curse just seems silly to me. Outside of highly specific situations, anyway.
"Oh woe is me everyone I love is dead. Oh wait, there's magic here. I'm so glad I'm not a retard and am fully capable of creating liches out of all my friends were they willing to not, y'know, die. Homuculus bodies seems like a great idea for them to inhabit as well. Or having my VERY REAL GOD simply ressurrect them with some probing from me."
Problem solved.
Problem solved.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Very true. It'll come up. But not for a little while. At least three or four chapters from now...on Jaune's side of things. Altria has some things that need doing before she starts leading the Hands.