RPG Black and White

[Jesus Chicken]

Black and White; God Playing Game.
I'm sorry but I forgot about this, please state in your first post, about weather or not you are good or evil, or a little bit of both.
I am inbetween.
Ok, let's get this on the way....

[I]First there was nothing, than there was Serj. His giant form was called into existance when someone wondered about weather or not there was a tiger god, and his call was answered.
Serj exploded out of the person, as is the process of creating gods in his world.The corpse of the person had been splatterred all across the walls and his wife screamed in pain. Serj turned around and said to her "Beleive" and with that he crept off into the night, to convince more people of his existance.[/I]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]Anathema awoke to the sound of a tapping on her bedroom window. muttering a few lines of The Raven by her favorite poet, she got up to explore the noise and laughed outright when she saw the old, scratty raven perching in her windowsill, obviously sheltering itself from the gale-force winds. She opened her window and the bird hopped inside. Oestrogen, her cat, opened one eye and scrutinised the visitor. She shooed the nasty hormonal feline away and sat on her bed, looking at the raven. It appeared very old. The red beady eyes peered at her from an erratically moving head, as if inspecting her very carefully. Seemingly content, the raven keeled oversideways and died on Anathema's bedroom floor. [/i][/font][/color]

[Mitch]

OOC-I'm new to this forum but i'll try my best. I suppose I will be an evil god.

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Gurthang was a truly mighty warrior indeed. The mightiest of them all. He always fought alone, and was afraid of nothing. Nothing except for maybe himself. He had one son, Goron. Goron was a mighty warrior himself, if not for his father, he would be the best. So he decided he would assasinate his father. He was to cowardly to do the deed himself, in fear he would be killed, so he hired a bounty hunter named Zem. Zem's plan was to sneak into Gurthang's palace and kill the man while he was still asleep. To do this he dressed himself as a Royal Guard of the palace. The dark sky only fortold the evil deed of which was to happen that night as Zem slowly approached the palace. Stealthily he moved about outside of the palace, looking for a secret entrance of which Goron had told. Goron had said it would be someplace in back of the palace, but he didn't say where exactly. After carefully finding the secret entrance, Zem slowly made his way to Gurthang's bedroom. He was going to assainate Gurthang by simply beheding him with a sword. As Zem approached Gurthang, he slowly pulled out his sword and crept into the room. He could hear Gurthang's loud snore wheezing in and out as he drew closer. Suddenly Gurthang began to mutter something unaudible. Zem was frightened momentraily, then regained his composure. Holding up his sword to ready his swing, he beheaded Gurthang in one blow. That day was a day full of woe and sadness. No warrior as strong as Gurthang has ever come, or ever will. Zem was killed also eventually, writing his doom with the destruction of Gurthang. But of this tale more is to tell of Gurthang whence he became the God of War...[/color][/i]

[Mitch]

[color=red][i] When Gurthang died, his spirit then left his body, and as he slowly drifted toward the underworld, his only thought was of revenge toward his son. When after drifting many an age, he finally made it to the underworld, the Devil asked him of his deeds. All he could say is that he was killed by his very own son, and would do anything for vengence. Thus the devil reincarnated him into a spirtual god of pure evil. And as ages passed, many began to fear the great God of Gurthang. As his control of influential power grew he could only think of vengence. He knew of where his son was. But another God controlled that area (ooc: that would be you Mist) and as soon as he could convert enough to his malice and will, he was surely going to destroy that god. If only a thought in his mind at the moment, he swore to himself this must be done. Thus, to speed up his areas of control, and to convert more to his evil ways, he created an afterthought of himself. One whom thinks like him, one full of evil and malice. The most feared creature ever in essence of anything created. The great Dragon Galrung. An afterthought in his twisted burning evil soul, Galrung was truly fearful to anything it set its dark-eyed gaze at. As he gained more and more power, and more and more will to his malice, he slowly began putting together his evil armies. Mostly full of men, because men are easily corrupted, but also some Dark Elves, also those Elves which have turned evil, the Orcs. He seemed to be teetering in a sure-fire victory.[/color][/i]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Pray, inform me when things start. Evil, as per usual.

IC:[I]Lacroix willed himself into being with the coming of night. The pristine, silky blackness spilled over his soul, and his inner being answer. He was one with it. He was darkness. The God Of Shadows and night. He choose the form most befitting his stature, his majesty. The panther, black as his soul, cunning, an expression of liquid grace. He twisted into being, and roared his defiance of the the other aborning deities.[/I]

OOC: Sorry for the short post. But it's an introduction.[/font][/color]