Hermit

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Ugh. Yeah. I'm a bit disgruntled with what a lot of Christians are willing to support these days that I'm pretty sure the J man would not approve of myself As for the Champions stuff... well, if you want to brainstorm, there are great minds here (at least we THINK we are) who would probably be happy to share our ideas

Yeah, the Orville may get a lot of support just as a form of fan protest

Apparently Wonder Woman has some great legs... Cars 3 was not that far ahead of it.

Proxy vote for Log...Stiltman! John Wick vs John McClane

Yeah, that sums it up for me too more or less. My sympathies for your loved ones. I hope things get better

Flora: Honewood Trees- Honewood appears to be almost like Rowan trees, but with a special gift for amplifying magic. There is much debate on how they do this, and in what ways it is optimal. There seems to be a threshhold on what even a forest of honewood trees can do, but still, many who deal in magic will find it useful to turn into staves or wands. It only grows in forests on the surface, meaning it must be imported into the various sky locations where it sets a dear price. The magic enhancing properties, once the tree dies, lasts for a decade maybe two. Though it is rumored that some master cratftsmen can stretched out for a full half century, but you'd have to ask the god of crafts about that. The leaves of Honewood do not enhance magic when ingested, but oddly have been known to lower inhibitions in the magically talented. Perhaps a nod to the Trickster, or merely a way to keep magic practitioners from getting too smug.

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Ahem.. 3000!

"I am frightened and at the same time aroused."

Witchcraft is misandrist...Sorcery for the more universal win! House Lannister vs House Hufflepuff

If I recall, modern writers used that very excuse for it with a bit of tongue in cheek

I think I still have Gift to Civilization. Flora, Fauna, or Ore. Interference. left

"And if the God of Peace offers you a snack, you will..." "Decline politely..." The female voice with nary a twitch of amusement. "And if the goddess of Lust invites you to a party.... you will..." "Decline politely." Was that an eye roll, surely not, "otherwise it could lead to dancing." "And if the God of Wisdom starts talking to you for too long you will?" "Make excuses and go before he starts to make way too much sense and I end up doing too many boring practical things." "Good girl." "Father, I'm not a girl anymore. I sprang from your head fully grown, remember?" "Oh, about that... do not mention that to the goddess of War... for some reason she might consider it stepping on her terrain." "She's the goddess of Migraine Genesis too?" "It's complicated." "Father, was I really born that way? Because if some woman, be she mortal or goddess is my real mother I don't mind. It might be nice to have a mother." "Nope, all from up here. You don't want a mother, trust me. Nagging creatures, always hovering about. Real control freak types. Now... what about the other gods?" A sigh, "I am not supposed to let the god of crafts show me his etchings, nor the God of Winter show me his runes. I'm to focus on my tasks." "Which is?" "Helping you make sure Magic is respected, both by those who would challenge it, and those who would abuse it...really father, about that, some of these rules are quite arbitrary." "how so?" "Don't like it...zap it. Do like it, leave it be?" "Sounds right to me.... no seriously, check the invisible magical writing on back side." "Oh! okay, that does make more sense... ooo, okay. yes I can see why you'd want to nix that... and...what's this about dividing the Universe's true name by zero?" "Anyone trying that has to get both my and the god of math's approval." "Why would anyone..." "I don't know, but I try to plan ahead." "Okay, fine, i think I have it now. Don't worry father, I shall be your right hand of destruction and wonder combined,,.. while you focus on your fancies and dreams and so on I shall test many on your behalf." "Excellent. Be well, my daughter. Go forth in my name. For you are my daughter, the Guardian of Magic's might and honor! You are.... Arcania!" "Is it too late to change my name?" "yes." Sigh "Okay." Mythic Guardian Pick: Demi Godess Arcania who crushes those that would threaten magic itself or attempt to usurp it and has been told she can't date until she's at least 3000.

Fish Guy being (as far as he knows) just a water breathing brick would be frustrated. He'd see if he could contact the New Samaritans and check out where the food comes from. Are they supposed to farm it themselves, or does it get dropped off, if so, how? He would check any water ways he could find, of course.

Yes, I have a complaint. Your English is better than mine. Which means you kick my ass in at least TWO languages, probably more. That is all . End complaint.

And Vance, God of Magic, Master of Dreams, Bringer of Change, and Lord of Luck looked about the nations forming... should he carve out one of his own? No. It wasn't needed. The City showed promise, and he liked much about it... but no, he needed a place that served his own purpose. A place to shake the complacent out of their ease, to push the apathetic and dull. And so he created.... an inn/tavern and Fest hall where those who sat down for a drink, or to seek shelter on a storm, might find themselves the very next day transformed to one degree or another, and off on an adventure! The building would change location now and then, often appearing where things overly orderly, overly traditional only to lure folks in who did not know it's true nature, and then begin their new lives of risk and possibly great reward. A shy middle aged widow might find herself waking in the morning as a youthful amazon warrioress. A racist human merchant might find himself in the role of the very 'shifty hobbit thief' he expected each to be. A farmer who never thought about going a day outside his home village might find himself a thousand miles from home the next morning but with a few spells in his head to give him a chance! Secret Dreams answered (Even if some of those dreams be nightmares), Luck to be tested, and a change in life! All under the workings of a magical inn and tavern known as.... Geography Pick: The Twilight Tavern and Inn

He could have been the god of Casinos, black jack, AND Hookers, but between Lust and Commerce, hookers were already taken

The God of Magic was rather put out. He had slept for a bit, it was true, but it seemed great liberties had been taken. Folks claiming obviously magical things weren't REALLY magical , whole sections in other religious texts putting words in his mouth as if he some bit character instead of an equal member of the pantheon,, and even things recognized as magical were often taken liberties with unless he sat another god down and had a chat. The Dream passage had been part of his original plan, and one race that transformed itself was tolerable as it was quite clever. But still... Where was the respect? He was indeed a reclusive sort for all his resplendence, but that didn't mean he was devoid of feelings. And after he'd been so nice as to give many races an edge in one magic or another? (Who would have thought they would just keep coming, by the gods the Gods were fond of making audiences) so he glowered. Why they hadn't even asked him his name. Not that he'd give his true one, but he did have a use name besides 'God of Magic". Just no one had bothered to ask. It was Faserip Augustus Vance, if you must know. But all this had him feeling a bit grumpy and sorry for himself. He almost didn't notice the prayer. "Lord of Magic Faserip, your humble victim cries for aid" He turned a fraction of a fraction of his cosmic attention from sulking to see an old woman about to be burned alive. She was utterly ordinary and devoid of magical talent or training. She did have a phenomenal wart on her nose, really, that was the size of a thumbnail and it was on a pretty big honker. Add to that the wrinkles, the frail bones, and it screamed hag. "Humble Victim?" He spoke in her mind through dream like images, "You seem not so humble, and how are you MY victim?" She muttered as they lit the the boughs about her feet, "They think me a witch or wizard! They claim I cast the evil eye upon their leader! I can't help this look, I have resting hag face." "How is that my fault?" He shrugged. "They have bad luck and can burn me freely? How can I prove such magic or no? If one trained in magic shows up perhaps, but it's not likely to happen. I am condemned for appearance and convenience for using a magic that does not even exist..." "Oh, it exists, magic can do anything," Lord Vance the Ineffable assured her, "It's just well, sometimes there are better ways so it is second best... but you know, Jack of all trades, master of Magic.. I am King of the Impossible after all. Sometimes the unlikely is a power all its own." "So there's luck magic for real?" "if there wasn't there is now, thanks for the idea" He began to withdraw. "WAIT!" She called out as the flames rose up. "What?" He returned and noticed the flame, "Oh...Fine. You're a Luck Witch. Enjoy." The Hag felt power flow through her, and concentrated. A freak downpour began to drench the villagers and put out the flames, what were the odds? Pretty good it turned out. The storm grew worse, and began raining lightning down on the would be hag cooks. "I like her, she's petty" He mused, then thinking of something, "The God of wisdom has a temple where secrets of Serendipity are said to be taught. I better send a few of you over there so I don't make a liar out of him. I don't need the grief." And that was how The God of Magic, dreams, and transformation also became recognized as the Lord of Luck Last Domain: Luck and Fortune Oh, and the God's use name is Faserip Augustus Vance!

Sympathies, Gewing.

Frankly, if the other gods don't have some plan holding up in the land of Hades and ready to pop out and go 'Whew, the God Killer worked" I'll be disappointed.I will live, but it seems like a waste of storyhooks to have them stay dead

thanks MY problems are light; they're the ones who are really under the screw. But it doesn't stop me from feeling stressed or sorry for myself

Busy... no breathing space oddly. Three cars among housemates and family, all three break down at the same time or one after the other again. Medical troubles with one family member, other problems with another. My usual 'Eye of the storm' situation where folks I love are getting hit harder than I am but I'm not loving the view It's going to get worse.

Sorry. My remaining choices are kind of on hold until something is worked out

Clearly some of the holy writs of other gods are taken advantage of what happened Sorry, I too fell out of this for a time. I will see if I can whip up some last minute stuff in the next day or two