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The Amber Age: Pantheon Edition (Collaborative)

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I'm up for any kind of monster, but If you throw some kind of feline aspect in there than that's an easy way to get me to vote for your monster. I'm weak, what can I say? But other than that, as long as it's creative and unique. Perhaps an animal and an element together that you usually wouldn't see together? Like a Aspect of Cat with Water Element? Or a fire Mongoose moose? A Storm Penguin. A Moon Moleman. A Sky Turtle! And that's just the simple stuff! Think of the many possibilities! Like, Frig dragons and werewolves and zombies! Let's make stuff that haven't been made yet! So much potential for originality here! Like what about a fire breathing Toucan with crystal horns and time warp abilities! Off the wall stuff is always super fun! A cat-ram that sheds gold strands and its hair balls are condensed golden bars and grows small harvestable gems on it's back, with it's horns being the most prominent gem growths? I can go on for days smashing things together.
 
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I'm up for any kind of monster, but If you throw some kind of feline aspect in there than that's an easy way to get me to vote for your monster. I'm weak, what can I say? But other than that, as long as it's creative and unique. Perhaps an animal and an element together that you usually wouldn't see together? Like a Aspect of Cat with Water Element? Or a fire Mongoose moose? A Storm Penguin. A Moon Moleman. A Sky Turtle! And that's just the simple stuff! Think of the many possibilities! Like, Frig dragons and werewolves and zombies! Let's make stuff that haven't been made yet! So much potential for originality here! Like what about a fire breathing Toucan with crystal horns and time warp abilities! Off the wall stuff is always super fun! A cat-ram that sheds gold strands and its hair balls are condensed golden bars and grows small harvestable gems on it's back, with it's horns being the most prominent gem growths? I can go on for days smashing things together.
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Issue is, you only get super specific things like this if you have Shapeshifter. Otherwise all you can choose is what the base animal is and how much Ambrosia to contribute.
 
We should also probably think of making some sort of cerberus analogue. Just to make sure that we have something to guard the gates to the afterlife when we finally get to making it.
 
My favorite monster types would probably be the wtfwasthat we made by accident out of clay.

Alas, impregnating clay is a bit difficult.

My second favorite would probably be to get to work on pokemons. Small animals used as monster templates, with simple elemental infusions.
 
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Adhoc vote count started by Wheel of time on May 12, 2018 at 9:53 PM, finished with 2406 posts and 43 votes.
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The votes been locked for ages.

Power of mind has to do a bunch of other shit, before he gets back around to you guys?
 
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The Pounding of the Drums - Dreams of Premonition
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    • The drum beats.

    Thirteen young men at the cusp of adulthood stamp their feet into the rubble in time with the High One's pounding of the drum. The sharpened stones scattered on the packed earth slice their feet, cut their skins, and their red blood trickles onto the first ritual terrace. The inexperienced cry out in agony, creating a macabre harmony with the purposeful shouts of their experienced peers.

    The drums beat.

    Squealing, writhing creatures of the earth, ritual pigs marred with necrotic veins and sloughing flesh, are brought to the second terrace, each one slaughtered, it's sickly heart cut out with a knife of flint wielded by a child also cursed with the Forefather's Mark. The voice of the High One, the Most Blessed Mouthpiece of the Forefathers, carves silence from the solemn ritual.

    "Neih Nieh, Soo I'Ah'Nieh."

    "Death for the Forefathers, returned to the Place of the Forefathers."

    The High One bows low, accepting the black-blooded flint knife from the cursed child, as a lizard-beast of some size is brought before him, struggling vainly against the muscle and sinew of the Lesser Priests. The High One raises the knife high as the soft underbelly of the creature is exposed. "NEIH NIEH, SOO I'AH'NIEH!"

    The lizard squirms in it's place, raised above the corpse of The High One, whose hand clutches his own stilled heart through the bloody gash in his chest.

    The lizard makes a snarling sound, and pounces upon your death-chilled body.
     
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    • Shi'Wah'Hei, Who Desires to Burn the Heavens
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    • I am he whose wounds bleed freely and deeply. Though scars may form, and ointments given, my heart and soul will ever bleed for the suffering I have endured from the Spirits. The Spirits, those beings who find pleasure in the pains of men, and take what is not theirs.

    The sunny groves were a good place for Wo'Sha'Hei. The boy would grow strong in pruning the trees and agile in plucking their fruits. None thought much, in those times, of the other tribes in the distance. At least, not until Wo'Sha'Hei lay bleeding and dying among the palm groves, while Shi'Wah'Hei rent his clothes in sorrow.

    The southerners called it Kalea, Joyous. The sonless, the widows of Ko'Has, called it Ka'Neoo, Smiling Killer. So Shi'Wah'Hei drew up the men whose sons had fallen to bleed the southerners. And the southerners bled them in turn.

    From the eastern peoples came the other spirit, Aiweh'Mi, the Old Mother. Blessing couples with fruitful marriages, she seemed a happy change. Shi'Wah'Hei knew her by another name in those days; Yuou, Lustful. In a night and nine months, what was left of his life was broken. The child whose face bore his marks and the marks of the spirits embarrassed his wife, and drove him to cold loneliness in the nights, knowing his woman was gone as well, his only solace taken from Wah'Ha'Hei, the little girl whose energy and love and life was all that was left of him. Still, a tainted love, ruined by the accursed spirits.

    My wounds bleed freely and deeply. Though this new wound will scar, my heart will ache for what I have lost, for what my people have lost. And as I turn my eyes upon the disgusting priests and their shrines, I make this promise to myself, to my son, and to my daughter; I will be the one to shake off the yoke of the spirits, and I will be the one to see their heads stricken from their shoulders.
     
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