Echoes of the Past

[RedKayne]

Note: This is mainly a tribute to an old, unfinished fantasy RP of long ago. Just sharing some of my favorite quotes from the story. And if there's interest based on the dialogue, well, maybe it's a story that can be revisited

“You disgusting worm! You pathetic mongrel! From the very moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew you deserved to die. You think you stand above us. You think you are in control of us. You think you are in control of me!”

"Don't you dare touch my granddaughter, bitch."

"See you on the other side, Van."

"Stop your fighting, fools, before I rip your hearts out."

"Know what you should do? Keep letting this rage consume you, let it build and spread and grow stronger like a plague - until it becomes so deadly that none can stop you from getting vengeance."

"Sup, turdnuggets? Did y'all see me rip that fucker's head off, or what?"

“You think that you understand what the Void—my Void—is. You think that you created it, that you own it. The Void isn’t yours. It’ll never even be within your grasp. You know nothing. You’re nothing.”

“12 FUCKING PERCENT. Like hell I only get 12 fucking percent.”

“This ends now, Hawkins.”

"Shushushushushhh...hush, now, children of distress. There is no need to be impatient."

"Before we head there, my name is Baldramort, I like to make long-winded speeches and bore Cruor until he wants to kill himself."

“Say those words! The Void isn’t yours! You know nothing. You’re nothing! SAY IT, NOW!

“Isn’t it obvious? I want the same thing that you want, brother. I want to claim the Throne of Gods.”

[Hannelorian]

It seems like it was a good one. Like so many stories without endings. Out of context the quotes are both intriguing and in part amusing.

[Highland Sniper]

I'd want more context to what in the world this RP is about before I agree to join up

[Yggdrasil_Hugger]

I'm interested in knowing what the Throne of Gods entails

[Scottie]

Count me in whatever you choose to do!

[RedKayne]

Count me in whatever you choose to do!

Glad to see an OG return

For everyone not familiar, this is the story called The Throne of Gods. It is a fantasy RP where you can create your own deity! And that character explores the aftermath of a multiverse catastrophe: the death of the King of Gods.

Here's a short premise:

The King of Gods, Suriyel, was mysteriously slain. Upon His death, all of the gods and goddesses were ejected from their celestial homes - cast from the heavens and became fallen stars. They landed upon the Earth and became greatly diminished shells of their former divine powers. These deities became mortals.

They wandered the Earth during the aftermath of this multiverse catastrophe. Some seek to return to their Celestial homes and regain their divinity. Some deities seek the mysterious Kingslayer and bring that individual to divine justice. Others, see an opportunity - the Throne of Gods is empty after all, and the multiverse needs a new ruler.

What kind of god or goddess are you?

[Yggdrasil_Hugger]

Definitely count me in, then!

[Dire Hoef]

My oh my, I remember this one. I'm down.

[Hannelorian]

Ditto to the above. I'm down.

[RedKayne]

Glad to see quite a bit of interest, folks! I need to start brewing up some ideas now for the revival. In the meantime, I can start revealing some context with some of the quotes for a casual read. Like Scottish's Lanaei and her sassy 12 percent comment.

Spoiler: "Like hell I only get 12 fucking percent." 

"Grizzly's assessment was inaccurate..." the Titan commented aloud again, without bothering to look at the frozen limb. "Grizzly determines that the young celestial needs to be annihilated," it breathed out, as its neon-like blue lights followed Lanaei as if its an eye gazing upon her. "Switching to infrared vision," it stated, as Lanaei hid within the small crack. Quickly, Grizzly was able to locate her red silhouette through its vision and then its rocket launcher shifted towards that target.

Grizzly's own left arm raised up, preparing a machine gun as a backup weapon. "Celestial's chance for survival... 12 percent," it stated, before a rocket launcher shot from its shoulder and straight toward her.

Cold was burning through her skin, the ice at her back almost searing to her. But it was oh so enjoyable. The mere thought that she had hidden from him filled her with a strange amount of glee. Lanaei chuckled softly, mumbling to herself. “Damn straight it was inaccurate.” She said tearing herself away from the ice and moving to another hidden spot. Annihilated…. only made her roll her eyes. She froze, infrared vision…Fuck. Wait a minute. Stop there. No. Anger spiked through her. 12 percent. She could already hear the rocket booting up. Lanaei didn’t help her case by bouncing off a tree branch and landing on top of the ice slab. “12 FUCKING PERCENT.” She said furious at such a suggestion. “Like hell I only get 12 fucking percent.”

Lanaei knew as soon as she heard the roar from Nirvana that mama bear was returning. So she glared at the massive metal creature before her. Three large rotting tree trunks shot up around it. One around each leg, holding it in place. The last winding around his neck. Then they tightened. Kept curling tighter and tighter, aiming to bend or break anything it could. Her hand tightened into a fist as she turned, dropping back down onto her feet. The trunks started to spout horrible gnarled thorns. Digging as far as they could into any piece of the machine it could reach.

The attack would keep the machine in place hopefully and give Nirvana that little bit of advantage in her fight. She could still hear the whistle of the rocket and waved an arm over herself. Dropping to her knees and forming a wicker-like structure around her. Blocking out any sunlight and then covering it in a thick layer of ice. Creating a small defensive structure as she wrapped her around her knees. She truly had no idea how strong those rockets were but like fuck she was going to be taken down by some gods damn grizzly bear wannabe.