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We do not have the area up yet, though we hope to have it ready today. I will post here when it is!

You'll have to come up with a tangible reason he is neither god nor mortal and run it by us, but assuming you can come up with a good reason, sure.

Alright, We are going to move forward with this. I will need a few more things from you guys, though: I need a brief summary of each of your creations history up until the bronze age, and their current standing. We are skipping ahead a few hundred years until we are in the bronze age of the...

Everyone, especially those like @Otomos the Crazy who are just now making characters, we have been talking, and we want to make Ages Eternal into an Epic. This would be a bit of a risk, but we are confident in where we are that we could get by. Anyways, If we do this, we plan to start a new...

Dymos heard his brother speak to him. Hakku was right. None of this was fine or called for! Then horror and dread filled Dymos. The stars around him backdrop to his worst nightmare. He would not move. His body cooled, without the power he so hastily spat upon his brother, his form was no more...

Dymos was thrusted backwards as the ray disrupted his very essence. He stood. This was more then a grudge for him. He was no longer fighting Hakku. He was fighting the universe itself, he concluded, and all about it that wronged him. He threw a sphere of his power. All of it. The sphere was...

Dymos would thrust his first forward into the cloud of carrion, liquid iron exploding around him out of his arm. The erupting iron flew into and would, if any hit, burn the carrion swarm. His knuckles were still carried forward, aiming for Hakku's face.

"How dare you, Hakku?! you will regret this! I shall NOT leave before restitution is made..." His voice cracked and wobbled. Dymos himself was surprised by what came next. He was clearly very emotional, as from his hands came endless jets of molten iron shot like arrows at Hakku, made to pierce...

What could have done this? Thought Dymos, as anger welled up inside of him. How dare they? How dare He turn his back- I mean, How dare this other god change the lech... Then he saw something, and all became clear. He stared at a half-dead fly. grotesquely geometric in it's design, and glowing...

@Otomos the Crazy : Your old characters and creations are perfectly acceptable, for we basically retconed the events of the entire old thread and started over. So bear that in mind.

@Otomos the Crazy !! I thought you were dead! So great to see you back. We restarted. No easy way to sum up; you really ought to read the IC, I guess. Anyways, we are almost done with the genesis age, so you may want to just wait. So far we have Orcs, Soulless fungus people, Dwarves, Eldritch...

As the blizzard past over, a warm, strange brew seeped it's way into the dirt. Of the steaming elixir Hakku did not grab, almost all made it to a tiny hole, burrowed through the dirt. The smallest stream made it's way down packed dust, and collided with an unseemly creature; a tiny, clawed...

Just to let everyone know, I am actually leaving Saturday on a trip, and will be gone until Wednesday. But I'll be able to travel with a laptop so I can post, just much less often.

The Allfather was silent, for he had clearly given up. Dymos expression was one of confusion. He was stunned into silence, as though all he believed was disproven. Eng simply cried. "I-its true." he said. "I DID do this. I thought I would be a god. Better then all the others, I thought I would...

"STOP." Came the mighty reply to the conflict. Not from any of Nonpa's dark children, but from the heavens themselves. "The children of the Elders SHALL NOT be commanded by this creature Goggins. But for my daughter Paloria, I will grant you all understanding. In his heart, The human Eng has...

The Lech have been busy. Everywhere life can live, some amount of Lech could be found, especially since the Allfather's boon upon the world. The Lech have grown all the more dangerous, vicious, and industrially minded. Their language became varied and complex, but maintains a sense of...

Eng would speak up, he would've assumed the King really had a gift for him, if not for the sheer panic that filled his heart, causing him to freeze. The contents of Dymos's bowl now stained the ground as Dymos dug himself free. Turning to the king of ice, Dymos would ask a question; "What do...

Perhaps it was because of their recent battle, or perhaps it was seeing their god summoning a river of stone to bury Dymos as he muttered "I not less then you" rather pitifully. Either Way, the Orcs rioted, most likely assuming that since their god of domination would not tolerate other gods...

Dymos produce a bowl of steaming liquid. "I simply wanted to bless the Allfathers creations, I tell you no lie. Please, Let me at least present this drink to them: It will bless a strain of their future children with the powers of Industry." Meanwhile, H'mog was embraced by Shel as the other...

H'mog didn't know how to respond. The last time someone addressed him was... Well, a long time ago. H'mog was thrilled. "I is great. But I is wasn't great. BWAHAHA! One time I wasn't great. But I is great! Y'know, one time I weren't great, but now I..." H'mog rambled, for a while. As he repeated...