The birth of Revaliir began in the stars like so many other worlds. Titans known as Celestials ruled the skies and filled mortal souls with terror and amazement. The Celestials Parvpora and Canelux became the moons and reigned over the skies for all eternity. Now the Celestials are lost to the flow of time and only myths remain. However, your story has yet to begin and where you might end up is entirely up to your imagination. Dare to roam the lands of Revaliir and discover the truth of yourself. What does fate have in store for you? Well, my friend, that is entirely up to you. You can’t conclude a story that you haven’t even started.
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by Angela Rose
Posted on Fri May 31, 2019 10:49 PM
The world rifts appearing across the continents of Revaliir presented no concern to the citizens of the world at first. The rifts seemed to expand and contract, and most denizens attributed them to an abundance of magic – the opposite of a dead zone, so to speak. When the rifts did not close after a time, however, the citizens began to worry. Then, word broke out that the rifts had not only been appearing across the mortal plane, but the gods of Revaliir had experienced the rifts within their realms as well.
While the rifts did no reported damage to the realms of the gods, it posed a question as to what force was so strong it could affect the very fabric of those realms imbued with divine power. To perhaps find some insight into this matter, Angela Rose, eldest of the gods, called Conclave – a meeting of the deities, a meeting which could only have been called when deemed absolutely necessary.
Concern arose when Dalanesca, the second eldest of the Revaliir gods, did not appear at Conclave along with her brothers and sisters. Angela insisted that they await her arrival for discussing anything. A brief wave of relief was felt when the Reaper did appear – but that relief did not last long.
Dalanesca held Angela close, stroking her hair in a loving fashion as would be customary, and whispered in a voice that sounded heavily unlike her own - almost demonic in nature. ”You should be worried… you should be terrified.” With a swift motion, a dagger streaked with hellfire appeared in Dalanesca’s hand, and she plunged it directly into Angela’s chest, burying the blade in her heart to the hilt.
(To read the entire Conclave thread, click here
Following the events of Conclave, the gods began researching what this “Azhizheth” was, this being that had seemingly managed to possess Dalanesca. The Voice deemed it imperative that they find a way to cure the goddess before any more destruction could come to Conclave, to the world of Revaliir – or perhaps to the Voice itself.
Research did not reveal much – but perhaps enough to find the cure. Azhizheth seemed to be an eldritch being from a dimension or realm unknown. Its exact intentions were unclear, other than the ultimate destruction of Revaliir’s gods – it had been intelligent to begin by possessing one of the eldest, and attacking another of the eldest. Little had been uncovered about the creature, though the collective work of the gods together managed to come up with a list of ingredients, each related to their domains in one way or another, that when combined together in mass quantities could send the eldritch abomination back to the universe from which it came.
The Voice, on behalf of the gods of Revaliir, spoke out to the mortal populace – something that only happened once in a great while.
“People of Revaliir: the gods must call on you to come to their aid! We seek your assistance in finding an abundance of several items, each of which related to one of the gods in some way or another,” began the Voice. “Codex Pages – Soul Twigs – Tempestas Silversword – Dusk Fang – Bear Claw – Raven Feather. These things can be found in every corner of Revaliir.” The Voice went on to give further instruction on how the items would be acquired from those helping – the magic of the world would take the items when the time came. “You will be rewarded for your assistance. Further instruction will be provided, should we discover anything new…”
TL;DR: An eldritch being from another dimension has possessed Dalanesca, the Goddess of Death and Desire, causing her to attack her fellow deities and wreak havoc across Reavliir in hopes for its destruction! Band together with the Gods of Revaliir and find the ingredients needed to cure her!
Concordat of Conclave
Shield of Ouroboros
Eternal Divine Bundle (Soul Twig & Codex Pages)
Mystical Divine Bundle (Dusk Fang & Tempestas Sword)
Natural Divine Bundle (Bear Claw & Raven Feather)
N/A – This is a global event so it is taking place everywhere
x5 for all users because Serci kept his mouth shut for 10 minutes in the Discord!
by Angela Rose
Posted on Tue May 21, 2019 11:49 AM
SOMETHING IS HAPPENING
All plant life in Canelux has begun to wilt and die with Angela on the verge of dying sending red flags to everyone. This will continue until she is stabilized and gains control back.
Posted on Mon May 20, 2019 4:34 PM
SOMETHING IS HAPPENING!
Reports of small world rifts have been heard from all over Canelux and Parvpora. The rifts seem to expand and contract with irregularity, as though something is trying to pass through. While no reports have been heard of anything emerging from the rifts, it seems as though the rifts are creating dead zones in the locations they are appearing in, causing airships to crash from flight.
The rifts have not only been found in the mortal planes of Revaliir's continents. They have even appeared in the realms of Revaliir's gods. Angela, being the eldest of the deities, has reached out to her fellow gods for information about the rifts appearing in the realms. All gods have responded to her with detailed descriptions - all gods save one…
by Shiloh Kyrie
Posted on Sun May 12, 2019 5:04 PM
Rules to the weekly Wishing Well and Wish Upon a Star have been updated. Wishes are 1 per person, not per account to make it fair for everyone.
Wiki articles on skyfish and the Kijivu (termite tribe) have been added! Check out the races of Onnen and learn more about the third continent!
by Angela Rose
Posted on Sat Apr 6, 2019 7:05 PM
The tensions with Onnen were not over. There would be many, many glares and attacks for the time to come even with a ceasefire. The Goddess of Life and Love had an idea but she knew on Onnen that she would need a helper and a certain goddess owed Angela.
Appearing before her Goddess friend Angela lowered her gaze before tossing Shiloh through a portal. One of Shiloh’s clergy were watching and panicked. “Help! LADY SHILOH HAS BEEN GODDESSNAPPED!”
“Shiloh, you still owe me for the temple fiasco.” Her voice was warm but that look she was giving. “If I wasn’t immortal you could have killed me! Therefore, you will be helping me. What I am proposing…” The goddess leaned in and whispered to the lady of luck.
Shiloh reeled back from Angela a bit and nodded, “I can fit everything in the Clephsydra, maybe.” Her airship was her to-go vehicle to carry just about anything. However what concerned her was the size of the portal needed to send it through. “The only problem I have would be keeping a portal stable long enough for it to pass.” The younger goddess mumbled aloud unaware of what she was implying.
Angela narrowed her eyes. “Me on an airship… are you insane?” The goddess thought it over. “Very well, but ONLY because I threw you through a portal and it made feel a tiny bit guilty. I can hold the portal open while you fly it through.” Shiloh clapped her hands, face deadpan but eyes shining. “Excellent! This will only take a minute, I’ll make it short to save time. I’ll get started on loading the hold, feel free to help yourself to whatever you want in the lounge.” In hindsight, she would realize her mistake but it was too late now…
All throughout the Sister Continents, avian messengers in crystal plumes delivered invitations writ in white and gold. All were welcomed to come to Namiba, the great city of the Sandawe to celebrate the annual migration of the peculiar skyfish as they returned to their ancestral breeding grounds.
Giant picnic blankets have been laid out across the soft grasses. There is a giant barbecue pit set up with flying fish frying being slowly turned by various temple clergy from Shiloh and Angela’s temples. There are rental special fishing rods for people to borrow so they too may sky fish.
Caravans from the sister continents have brought large gifts to offer up to the ancient continent as a peace offering. All of this was orchestrated by Angela and Shiloh, who was caught off guard by Angela’s suggestion.
A water mirror appears in all major places once more after their failed first attempt. “Attention everyone! You might have received our special invitations. We have decided to offer gifts of sustenance and peace to Onnen! We’ll be hosting a huge picnic and sky fishing event as a way for our people to mingle with the people of Onnen! We do hope you all will join us!” Angela appeared joyous as Shiloh is rubbing her neck and nodding along with her.
Area: Namiba Event Area