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"Fortune is a wheel, it rises and falls, but always comes back around."

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a character in “The Gods of Pandeum”, as played by Kohananinja



God Name: Tashiek

Title: The God of Disorder and Fortune

Gender: Typically male

Alignment: Neutral

God Appearance: Generally, Tashiek prefers the visage of a handsome young man with bronzed skin, red hair, and green eyes. Sometimes, when he’s feeling indulgent, Tashiek will wear excessive amounts of jewelry as well, either to impress or taunt. He is however, a trickster by nature, and is known to wear numerous disguises ranging from a young impetuous child, which is perhaps the most common, to an old beggar man. Mostly it depends his purpose. He is also known to take on the form of a crow, which perhaps explains his fascination with shiny trinkets and bobbles.

Personality: As a trickster god, Tashiek is well known for his changeable nature. Like the wheel of fortune itself, his favor rises and falls, but it always comes around. He dislikes establishment and stasis, and is constantly meddling in the affairs of gods and mortals alike. He can be a benevolent god at times when the mood strikes, dispersing good fortune at seemingly random or unexpected places, or he can be vindictive and almost cruel, bringing down the fortunes of those he feels have risen too high. Tashiek loves irony, and often seeks it whenever he meddles. He also has a taste for women, and is well known for both his appetites that swing toward both gods and mortals, and his generosity when wooing lovers. Sleeping with the god is perhaps the most assured way of gaining his favor, if only for a time. Once he grows bored, as Tashiek is prone to do, he moves on, and the wheel falls once more. A god prone to boredom, Tashiek rarely stays any place, or with anyone, for long. Rather, he tends to jump between people and projects that interest him, inserting himself there a meddling until it no longer interests him, and moves on.

Opinion of mortals: Vastly entertaining, and easily moveable in a world that tries so vehemently to cling to fixed institutions, be it religion or state.

God’s Domain: The Outlands; a lawless land that serves as a haven for thieves, gamblers, and outlaws, and is as diverse as it is chaotic. The Outlands are a place where criminals and outcasts mingle, conspire, and sometimes just try to get by. It also serves as a somewhat safe place for the displaced and landless who have lost their own to war, the expansion of empire, or political reasons. For better or worse, there are no authorities to keep order, hunt fugitives, or enforce laws, and the only law that people respect is strength and economics. Those, usually bounty hunters, who try are often met with bloody force and an ill fate, which over the years have dissuaded most from trying. Tashiek is a god who loves disorder, and he does not take kindly to those who intend to impose it upon his domain.

The Outlands itself consists of a dense wooded expanse that ends in swamp lands to its southern most region, and up against the Horned Mountain, which is filled with a network of caves and crevices to the northwest. There are a series of small independent villages that exist within the Outlands, but they are self-sufficient, and often mobile, which can make them difficult to track. Gypsies in particular have the most established presence in the Outlands, and many have even mapped out some of the extensive cave systems that run throughout the Northern portion of the territory, which make them invaluable to those seeking to find or hide treasure there.
Those who wish to receive good fortune from Tashiek often leave him offerings of trinkets or other shiny bobbles, as the trickster god can be quite distractible and almost childlike in his desire for them at times, and it is also the most boring way to catch the god’s attention. For some, especially those engaged in matters of great importance or political implication, presenting offerings to Tashiek is almost more about not garnering the god’s attention, as his favor can almost certainly be more trouble than anything else. Above all things, Tashiek dislikes being bored, and those he finds interesting as without doubt, in for an adventurous ride, whether they want to be or not.

Avatar Name: Xantishma
Avatar Appearance: Of average height and build for a woman, Xanti is hardly the type of unusual beauty that usually tends to catch her god’s eye. Her skin is a burnished bronze that offset her unnaturally golden colored hair and slightly slanted green eyes. Xanti is pretty, appearing to be only in her early twenties, but it is not something about herself which she emphasizes. Her arms are also covered with bronzed tattoos, which mark her as a gypsy of the Outlands, denoting both her caravan of origin, and her talents. Few other than gypsies would know the meaning, but Xanti has a habit of covering them anyway. As a smuggler, Xanti is also adept at wearing disguises, and evading authority, making her both hard to tack, and highly sought after in the Outlands for her skill.

Personality: Xanti is a person who tries very hard not to be interesting. Having grown up amongst the gypsies of the Outlands as one touched by Taskiek, his presence in her life has done more damage than good. A smuggler by trade, Xanti has spent most of her life attempting to evade the attention of her people’s god, and any who know of her abilities. Xanti is a cautious woman, having learned from experience the cruelty some are willing to enact in the pursuit of fortune and wealth. She is not easy to find or befriend, though she can be extremely loyal to those who have gained her trust. Xanti is also very resourceful, having learned to be so from a life of constantly being on the move. Her interactions with Tashiek are often terse and unwelcoming on her end, which the god finds endlessly amusing. Xanti also has a bitingly dry sense of humor, and in many ways is incredibly jaded. She holds no illusions regarding the true nature of mortals and gods alike, and tends to regard people with suspicion upon first meetings. As an Avatar, Xanti has also flat out rejected her role as Tashiek's highest servant, which is perhaps why he so delights in holding her in such a position. There is also a subtle resentment that Xanti carries with her, both toward Tashiek and in some ways her own people, for the horrors she went through as a child. This resentment also extends out quite a bit to the upper classes, especially in places where inequality is so widespread.

Magic Abilities: She has the ability to spin gold, and quite literally create good fortune in the form of wealth.

Hero(es): Rachelle

Rank/Reason: The Blind Seer, Childhood friend with the power of premonition

Personality: Kind, endearing, and far more accepting of the abilities she has been gifted with and the consequences they have had on her life than Xantishma is.

Terrain Preference: Where is it most likely to find your people?

Name of Kingdom/Empire: The Outlands

Capital: Hub Town: The center of all black market trading in the Outlands

Major Cities: Give a few major cities in your lands.

Society: (what is it like to live amongst your people? Are they friendly? Hostile? (Give at least 1 paragraph worth of description) you can use the titles below for guidance).

[People] All kinds of races inhabit the Outlands, but the gypsies there are to most devoted to Tashiek, and are the most accepting of the ebbs and flows of his favor. The gypsies are a nomadic people that travel throughout any lands that will tolerate their presence, but one of their safe havens is within the Outlands. They are a people of performers, thieves, and craftsmen. Some are gifted with the ability to foretell ones fortune, but most selling such services are not. Even more rare is the gift to create fortune itself in the form of gold, which perhaps manifests itself but once in a generation. These true gifts from Tashiek however, often prove to be more curse to the mortal than blessing.

[Economy] Black market.

[Politics] The Outlands has no unified political system, consisting more of displaced factions, guilds, gangs, and loners that all abide by the basic rules of the black market and otherwise stay out of each other’s business.

Other: What else do you want to tell us?

So begins...

Tashiek's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Luman and Cali Character Portrait: Asger and Tryne Character Portrait: Tyler Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Montayzuomah Character Portrait: Tashiek Character Portrait: Shem Character Portrait: Norack/ Rinen T. Hawk Character Portrait: Adharc'aon Character Portrait: Anaria'tal Character Portrait: LiesseiL Character Portrait: Muertina Character Portrait: Kaellarak Character Portrait: Kairos & Kallandra
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Cali and Luman

“There is a shift in energy manifesting.” Luman said as he stroked his chin, two golden eyes focused on checkered board in front of him. He reached out, moving his the white form of one of his knights several spaces forward. “Yes, I’m very away, my love.” Cali said as she cornered her husband’s ivory king with a dark queen. “It’s a emptiness unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.” She looked up from the board, amusement flickering in her ebony colored eyes. “I believe I won this game.” Luman chuckled, running his fingers through his hair as leaned back in his throne. “I believe so, my dear. Your cleverness knows no bounds.” The Lady of Shadows smirked, rising from her obsidian seat and walking about the chessboard. She sat in her husband’s lap, draping her legs over his throne’s armrest. “Now,” she started. “We must prepare for this coming change, whatever it is. Regardless of whether it’s dark or light, something with this much energy is bound to knock everything out of balance.”

Luman nodded. “I know, that’s what I’m worried about. We’ve all come to such a good place. The nations are healthy, the Treaty goes unthreatened, and for a while, I thought we’d have actual harmony.” “Well, you know what they say.” Cali said. “A God’s work is never finished.” Luman smiled weakly and leaned over, kissing the goddess on her nose. “Why must you always be so insightful?” “It’s a blessing and a curse, to be quite frank.” Ebony smirked as she got up, her leathery wings lifting her several inches off the ground. “We should spread the word among the gods.” Luman nodded, standing up and walking over to the nearest window. A ball of light formed in his hand and he brought it to his lips. “Go give word to our brothers.” And it flew off into the realms of the other gods, where it would give the same message.

“Something is coming. Be prepared.”

Dolus Magnus

The crown was heavy on Dolus’ head. It’s golden halo and sparkling jewels filled the white of his hair with colored light. The tips of his elongated ears rubbed against the crown’s rim, causing their pointed ends to slightly redden with irritation. As the bastard prince looked into the mirror, he couldn’t bring himself to smile. The crown wasn’t meant to be worn by someone who looked like him. The dull silver in his eyes deepened with the slight pang of sadness he felt. He starred in the mirror for several moments, a look of concentration on his face, before his appearance began to subtly ripple and change.

The marks on his skin faded, his hair turned a warm brown, and his ears shortened and rounded out, not leaving a hint of their barbs. The sad metallics of his eyes filled with a sharp amber and for a moment, Dolus flickered with genuine satisfaction. This is what the people wanted. “Dolus? Are you ready?” Orion walked in, a mixture of sadness and anger covering his face when he saw his prince. “You aren’t trying this again.” A smile formed on Dolus’ lips as he turned around. It was mostly sincere, which became progressively more difficult for the prince as he coronation closened. “Oh, hush. This is a good idea. The people will be much more comfortable if I look like this.” Dolus gestured to his face. Orion rolled his eyes and shook his head. “They’ll love you. They’ll love you without your tricks and spells. Just as I do.” Dolus let out a laugh. “Many late nights have proven that you’re a big fan of my ‘tricks.’” A smile cracked on the bodyguard’s face.

A moment of silence passed between them. “Well,” Orion started. “We should be on our way. You have to discuss plans for the Harvest Festival.” He paused before continuing. “And, at the end of the day, it’s your coronation. It’s your decision how the Empire sees you. You’re the Emperor, so I won’t tell you how to live your life.” Dolus shook his head, the color draining from his hair and the marks slowly rising back onto his skin. “I’m not the Emperor yet. Let’s not get too dramatic.” He walked toward his guard and placed a hand on his cheek, the other man’s stubble pricking him slightly. “Thank you, Orion.” “It’s my pleasure, Prince Dolus.” The future emperor smiled. “Let’s not delay then. I feel like this festival will be a grand time, don’t you?” They began walking. “If you have a hand in it, this festival will be like none that anyone has ever seen before.”