RWBY God Quest

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A RWBY god quest made in concert with Murloc
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This is a RWBY god quest, made in concert with Murloc. Inspired by A God From Ash, on Spacebattles.

[] In a snow filled valley, ice crashes. A pack of beowolves are crushed, saving the inhabitants from certain death. And the guardian spirit long honored, in the snowy nights, awakens. Their people truly worship them, now. And it stirs from its long slumber.

Starting Domains: Winter, Cold, Snow, Ice, Frost, Avalanches

[] In a desert, a spirit stirs. Its people pray to it sometimes, but never so much. But when a giant snake crushes a Death Stalker, the people pray a bit more in thanks to the capricious spirit defender.

Starting Domains: Desert, Poverty, Illusions, Sand, Mirages, Sandstorms

[] In the hollow cliffs, the wind whistles. And in the night, when the wind screams, people believe. Just a bit…. Enough. And when the wind knocks a Nevermore out of the sky. The wind howls. A bit more. Enough.

Starting Domains: Trade, Mountains, Birds, Stories, The Fair Folk, Resistance, Defiance

[] A people walk in the desert. And when a Grimm that attacks in the night, is discovered just in time, when a child finds his way home, when a wandering person comes across an oasis. They believe. A trickle, coalescing over years. You are.

Starting Domains: Family, Survival, Waypoints, Nomads, Oasis, Dunes

[] A small town, with fertile soil. Good, for now. It is a peaceful place, for all that the threat of Grimm lingers. And when they come, the trees block the way. They trip and stumble. They defenders make a lucky shot, a dozen times. A million coincidences, perhaps. And you are born, of faith in a silent protector. And you watch, and listen. And wonder.

Starting Domains:
Farming, Food, Crops, Fields, Feasts, Fairy Tales
 
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Co-QM here, also known as "The One of Too Many Spreadsheets!" If anyone has an questions about how the numbers work, ask me, because Aria has no clue!
 
[X] A small town, with fertile soil. Good, for now. It is a peaceful place, for all that the threat of Grimm lingers. And when they come, the trees block the way. They trip and stumble. They defenders make a lucky shot, a dozen times. A million coincidences, perhaps. And you are born, of faith in a silent protector. And you watch, and listen. And wonder.
 
[x] In a snow filled valley, ice crashes. A pack of beowolves are crushed, saving the inhabitants from certain death. And the guardian spirit long honored, in the snowy nights, awakens. Their people truly worship them, now. And it stirs from its long slumber.
 
[X] A small town, with fertile soil. Good, for now. It is a peaceful place, for all that the threat of Grimm lingers. And when they come, the trees block the way. They trip and stumble. They defenders make a lucky shot, a dozen times. A million coincidences, perhaps. And you are born, of faith in a silent protector. And you watch, and listen. And wonder.
 
[X] A small town, with fertile soil. Good, for now. It is a peaceful place, for all that the threat of Grimm lingers. And when they come, the trees block the way. They trip and stumble. They defenders make a lucky shot, a dozen times. A million coincidences, perhaps. And you are born, of faith in a silent protector. And you watch, and listen. And wonder.
 
[X] In a desert, a spirit stirs. Its people pray to it sometimes, but never so much. But when a giant snake crushes a Death Stalker, the people pray a bit more in thanks to the capricious spirit defender.

Sending a giant snake to fight grimm sounds promising. Illusions, capriciousness, sandstorms. If this offers the chance to play as a djinn or a genie then consider this my favorite. A god that can directly send giant snakes and stuff to fight grimm instead of relying solely on the elements sounds very interesting.
 
[x] In a snow filled valley, ice crashes. A pack of beowolves are crushed, saving the inhabitants from certain death. And the guardian spirit long honored, in the snowy nights, awakens. Their people truly worship them, now. And it stirs from its long slumber.
 
[X] In the hollow cliffs, the wind whistles. And in the night, when the wind screams, people believe. Just a bit…. Enough. And when the wind knocks a Nevermore out of the sky. The wind howls. A bit more. Enough.
 
[X] In a desert, a spirit stirs. Its people pray to it sometimes, but never so much. But when a giant snake crushes a Death Stalker, the people pray a bit more in thanks to the capricious spirit defender.
 
[] A small town, with fertile soil. Good, for now. It is a peaceful place, for all that the threat of Grimm lingers. And when they come, the trees block the way. They trip and stumble. They defenders make a lucky shot, a dozen times. A million coincidences, perhaps. And you are born, of faith in a silent protector. And you watch, and listen. And wonder.
 
[X] In the hollow cliffs, the wind whistles. And in the night, when the wind screams, people believe. Just a bit…. Enough. And when the wind knocks a Nevermore out of the sky. The wind howls. A bit more. Enough.
 
[X] In a snow filled valley, ice crashes. A pack of beowolves are crushed, saving the inhabitants from certain death. And the guardian spirit long honored, in the snowy nights, awakens. Their people truly worship them, now. And it stirs from its long slumber.
 
[X] A people walk in the desert. And when a Grimm that attacks in the night, is discovered just in time, when a child finds his way home, when a wandering person comes across an oasis. They believe. A trickle, coalescing over years. You are.
 
[X] A small town, with fertile soil. Good, for now. It is a peaceful place, for all that the threat of Grimm lingers. And when they come, the trees block the way. They trip and stumble. They defenders make a lucky shot, a dozen times. A million coincidences, perhaps. And you are born, of faith in a silent protector. And you watch, and listen. And wonder.
 
[X] In a desert, a spirit stirs. Its people pray to it sometimes, but never so much. But when a giant snake crushes a Death Stalker, the people pray a bit more in thanks to the capricious spirit defender.
 
[X] A people walk in the desert. And when a Grimm that attacks in the night, is discovered just in time, when a child finds his way home, when a wandering person comes across an oasis. They believe. A trickle, coalescing over years. You are.
 
[X] In the hollow cliffs, the wind whistles. And in the night, when the wind screams, people believe. Just a bit…. Enough. And when the wind knocks a Nevermore out of the sky. The wind howls. A bit more. Enough.
 
Domain Pricing
Domains are divided into five categories, each with their own price. Lesser Domains, which cost 75 Belief, are very specific or otherwise niche - mushrooms, dandelions, owls, geometry. Minor Domains, at the price of 130 Belief, are less incredibly niche, but are still fairly specific - Ice, Oasis, Fairy Tales, or Starvation. Major domains, which cost 450 Belief, are important concepts to people - mathematics, writing, food, or poison. Greater Domains (for 800 Belief Points) get into concepts, such as Family, Freedom, or Past. They may also be something very important but non-conceptual, such as Aura, Technology, or Dust. Finally, there are Noble Domains, which cost 2000 Belief Points. Noble Domains embody an entire concept, an entire rule of life or reality. Good. Evil. Chaos. Order. Sun. Moon. Magic. Life. Death. Soul.

Written by Murloc
 
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Turn 1
The people hold a celebration, to celebrate the successful defense of the village. The weather is good, and the crops typical.

Season: Summer
Food: Great
Actions: 2
Next Action Gained: 1,000 Population
Current Population: 142
Population Change: None
Morale: Amazing
Faith: 1142
Faith per Turn: 142

Noble Domains: None
Greaters Domains: Farming
Major Domains: Food, Crops
Minor Domains: Fields, Fairy Tales
Lesser Domains: Feasts

Buy Domain: [] Write In
Upgrade Domain: [] Write In

Actions: Pick Two
[] Bless the Crops
[] Bless the Farmers
[] Choose a Prophet
[] Speak to Your Prophet: Write in (Unavailable Unless Prophet is Chosen)
[] Write In
 
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