Lords of Creation: Spawn of the chronicler IC

[Abscondcrow]

A difference of opinions.

That’s all it takes to set off a war between gods, the fickle beings that they are. Such was the case between The Great Chronicler, and the destructive Ssa’ron. Since the beginning of time itself they had butted heads, traded blows and all together attempted to snuff each other out. As it so often happens, neither was ever able to gain an upper hand over the other, the one would form a pantheon, the other would craft a weapon of deific magnitude. The one would create a race of powerful warriors, the other would take an avatar. It was a brutal, terrible war between the two eldest gods.

But all that had to end now. There would be no more trading of blows, no more smiting of each others worshippers. Only one god would be permitted to leave this battle, the other would be completely and utterly decimated, all his followers removed and all his pantheon members slaughtered. It all had to end now.

The all mighty knight of records stepped forwards, swinging his great war hammer at the head of the black serpent that was Ssa’ron, its divine, pure energy mingling dangerously with the great dragons deific energy. This would not be enough to destroy such a powerful being, if it was, Ssa’ron would have been removed from the universe a long time ago. No, The Chronicler had to do something more to finish it. He removed his great book of deeds, summoning the hero’s of ages past to battle the evil one..

Ssa’ron could not be defeated by such a paltry tool though, he had been resting, reserving his energy for this very battle, while the Chronicler had been helping his allies battle Ssa’rons minions. He gave a mighty sweep of his wing, swatting aside the spirits of the thousands of mortals who had done heroic deeds, and shot his head forwards, intending to end The Chronicler with a single, empowered bite to the chest.

It was always said that the Chronicler was the wisest of the gods, the most patient. What he did next though, made all his allies think differently for the last few moments of their existence.
He Panicked.
Seeing the great form of Ssa’ron, milliseconds from striking him, the divine record knight released all his energy into a single powerful blast. He would not be beaten by Ssa’ron, even if it meant sacrificing himself and everything else. He would not be beaten by Ssa’ron.

The resulting blast removed every planet, every being and every god. Existence itself was diminished to but a flicker. All that remained was a being created by that powerful blast.. And the essence of those two gods who had done battle.
For millennia, silence reigned.

…

A collision.. That was all it took. The essence of the two elder gods finally came into contact with each other, convulsed, intertwined and danced. The multiverse needed to start again. And so it would.

That of the chronicler which loved the things that were alive and good, mixed with that of Ssa’ron which loved all things evil. These two unbelievably different qualities intermingled, and slowly, after what would be thousands of years if time existed, something physical was formed.

The beings eyes flicked open, her white wings unfolding. “Where.. Am I?” frowning at the sound, she looked around, “Who said that?” Then she realized it.. Yes, that was her “Voice”. She looked around her again, seeing other beings forming, some like her, other completely different. Strange. Though something felt.. Lacking. So many beings, so many things that could happen, yet there was nowhere to be. That just would not do.

Noticing the hoe in her hand then, and the ball of rock upon it, she had an idea that would result in the building of a world. She tossed the rock, somehow “channeling” her energy into it, making it bigger, bigger and bigger still, until this unassuming rock had become a boulder big enough for a slew of creatures to live upon.

The being went down to land upon the new, barren planet, frowning in thought, “I.. I am Favora” with this realization came sadness. Favora had no one to tell her new name.
In anger, she raised her hoe into the air, then smashed it down onto the rock, creating a rather large hole. Mere moments later, she heard a sound emanating from the hole, the sound of cracking crunching and grunting. Descending, she came upon strange green creatures with distinctly circular faces. They were using their massive, powerful claws to rip pieces of rock and dirt from the walls of their new cave, then proceeding to eat them.
“Where did you come from..” she pondered aloud. This was the second time this had happened, first she wanted somewhere to be, somewhere to be presented itself. She wanted something to talk to, something appeared. Her divinity was slowly revealing itself to her.
“I am Favora.. What are you creatures?” the only response she received from the blind rock eaters was a series of squeals and grunts. They were, obviously, not intelligent life forms. “Hm.. Well I suppose if I created you, I should name you. You live underground.. You eat rock.. You sound.. Well.. Rough.” She paced for a moment before giving a decisive nod, “Yes, you shall be the Gauldough.”

Actions.
Create Life AP 1: Gauldough: Non-breathing, blind rock eaters with no sense of smell and claws powerful enough to tear through... Well.. Rock.

Create Land AP 2: Create a barren rock planet the size of earth

Ap spent: 3
Ap left:12

[Draken]

The darkness upon which Favora stood shifted around her, ancient dust from a forgotten battle gathering into a spiralling column of clouds and light.

Then came a voice, distant and booming.

"A sphere, simple, direct, like another thousand, thousand shapes across this vast emptyness."

All around them, lights ignited across the endless darkness, distant and near.

"Should that be so? Could there be a more numinous design?"

Invisible forces grasped the edges of the rock, and its insides, stretching and molding the depths so that the surace would flow around them in tectonic movements beyond the scope of notice for those minuscule things upon the stone. Amaenon decided that the materials were insuficient, and gathered about more of the primordial dust of creation to meld and fuse into that world.

"Twist and turn and flow upon itself. And change like clouds of silt and stone, swimming over a river of leaden fire. Like the heart of a distant star. That is a much more interesting shape."

That sphere takes on a new and strange shape, and just perhaps, Amaenon makes it larger and raises its surface at odd and unrelated places, creating mountains and abysses.

"Much better, much better indeed."

15 AP.

4 AP: Weave Plane. Not so much weaving a new plane as imposing his design all over the void, which is his body. This adds stars, and clouds of dust, and a thousand unknown other things all over the Void. It is not so empty after all.

1 AP: Alter Land: Amaenon edits the barren rock planet to become... Hmm... Lets go with the triple klein bottle thing.

10 Ap left

[Yeshon]

Life had been born, for the briefest moments in time, there was only life.. But life is not life without death. In truth the god called Karthull was born seconds after Favora, but the being did not awaken immediately. No the world had yet to catch his interest, he had yet to wish to awaken. It wouldn't be long now, already life walked the earth. Now beings stirred once more. No, it wouldn't be much longer.

He was formed from Ssa'ron's heart, the part of the Great Dragon that truly loved all things evil and some of the Chronicler's memories of slaughter and death. While these things caused the Chronicler immense sorrow, they caused Ssa'ron untold joy.

And Karthull was Ssa'ron's heart.

He was a skeleton, or what one would call a skeleton in times when mortals still lived. A frayed robe adorned his frame and an iron crown formed from Ssa'ron's malice rested atop his head.

No not yet would death grace this world again, but very soon would the god awaken and when he did, no mortal would escape his voice.

Beginning AP: 15

Action: Craft Relic: The Iron Crown- it is his symbol of office as the self proclaimed king of death. A powerful relic that was formed with Karthull from the essence of Ssa'ron himself.

Grants: +2 to RCR.
Costs: 4AP

Ending: 11AP

[Maugan Ra]

After an undefinable eon of silent void, there was movement. There were minds, there was life, and with the life came structures. They were crude, yes, but with room for growth and change, and with that potential came the one who would guide it.

The one that would be called the Builder opened its eyes, and it beheld the world before it. It saw for the first time the creations of its momentary predecessor, clawing blindly through the dirt, and it smiled.

"Ability is nought without purpose, potential wasted without a goal. Let there be more to this life than simple blind instinct. Let it grow, and build.

And so, it did.

Two uses of Create Lesser concept, giving the Gauldough the ideas of deliberate construction and of hive/family, thus granting them the first steps of a goal and a motivation.

Pleased with its choices, the newborn then defined itself, dreaming of a pale mask that smiled. "I am... Lashar." it decided after a long moment, "And I build."

[mystic1110]

Ssa’ron was a serpent and The Great Chronicler was a humanoid, and when they clashed and they broke against each other, their shards fell across the cosmos. And yet two of those shards struck one another and melded from the great heat that the death of the two gods brought. For a millennial those two shards became one, half serpent, half humanoid. And then a world was born and gods spoke.

The shard fell onto the world, it was almost as if by chance, and seethed in the cold dark ground. The god that was the void, spoke and then there were glittering stars, bringing light upon this barren desolate soil. And the shard took form, a huddled form in the fetal position unable to breath. Below her waist was the coils of a great serpent, and above she was what to be the most perfect female form. And she couldn't breath. This rock had nothing. No air. But more importantly no water. And so she cried, hoping against hope that her existence wouldn't be so brief.

Her tears flooded the world, twisting and turning, inside and out. The shape of the world made her tears flow onwards never ending, till they reached her again in a great tidal wave miles high, and she was flung to the depths of her own tears, and thus the ocean was born. The ocean was hers, and it covered the world. And at the bottom of it's depths she smiled and breathed. And then laughed. She looked up into the sky and saw the twinkling of jeweled suns and laughed. She smiled. She was so happy. She was alive and she could breath and she was beautiful and this rock was hers now, nourished by her tears. She would make it beautiful!

So she crafted great corals beneath the waves of her tears. They were made of diamonds, gold, amethyst, emerald, garnet, onyx, quartz, ruby, sapphire and silver. And she spread them through out her ocean, they covered the sea bed, and the sea bed was the world. They shone from light from distant stars and stars not so distant, twinkling and laughing mirth with their jewels. And she laughed as well when she saw the sheer opulence she created. It was almost too much. But not enough so she took some of her wealth and crafted creatures out of it, they would worship her, but they would live. Living jewels that swam, played, hunted and survived beneath her tears and among her happiness.

She took some of the coral she created and weaved her self an elegant crown wrought in all the beauty that she created. She created rings as well and a necklace to drape over her breasts. It shone of all the colors of her world.

And thus she spoke to her denizens of the deep

I am Armanthlis, Queen of the waves and Empress of Wealth, and you are my precious children.

And yet in the back of her mind a darkness began to brood. She was now the queen of this world, let no one take it from her, or know of her humble fearful beginning. Her beauty was sharp and dangerous.

Yet for now she laughed and played with her creatures and jewels and swam with them, for the sheer joy of existing.

AP 15:

2 Create Land: the endless ocean of tears. This is an ocean, it covers the planet. Until someone raises continents that's all there is.

1 Alter Land: The Great Coral Reef. This is a world spanning coral reef made entirely out of precious minerals and metals.

1 Create life: All marine life such as

Great Onyx Whales. They are whales made out of Onyx and they are freaking huge. Twice the size of a blue whale.

Diamond sharks. fierce hunters made out of diamonds, and are thus almost invisible beneath the waves as you can see right through them, and thus sometime you can see the remains of their last meal inside of them, racing towards you till their diamond teeth rip you apart

Gold/Silver Fish: Small fish that live in gigantic schools that travel around the worlds giant never ending current. They are made of gold or Silver

Ruby squid: Intelligent and dangerous their ruby tendrils not only latch on, but can crush

Emerald Turtles: turtles made of emeralds, they also travel the worlds one great current

And many more wonder beneath the waves :smallwink:

Ap left 11

[Ajadea]

It had waited for millennia, in a void with nothing but essence. Without others, the essence was nothing. The universe was nothing. But the being could not die, for there was no death. And creation was impossible, for the essence would not hold form. Oh, he had tried before, and left things in her wake, but the things were simple, and mindless, and boring.

When at last, all changed once more, it was stunned, then delighted. One by one, lives winked into existence, where essences touched and remembered themselves. ... Millennia of disuse had made even it, the god of memory, forget how to create sound, how to speak. There had been nothing to speak to, after all.

But now there was.

Really, that was all that needed to be said. Before, there wasn't. And now, there was...

"I am Ryone." Ryone? Yes. That sounded right, somehow. "I've been waiting for you." And that was right as well. And with life and death... she gathered his failed creations from a time before time around itself, and bestowed upon them that mysterious essence, that had once been lacking but now was there in abundance. And then the creations awoke.

They were small beings, lithe and long, with tendrils spreading like a pair of wings from their backs. One end was shaped like a wedge, with glittering eyes and a small mouth. The other end had a single feather. Ryone had missed birds. They were still so far from possessing the keen minds of the old universe. But they thought, and could think. It was enough satisfaction for now. The little creations - the ssal, for the old ones should not be forgotten - flitted around the void, drinking in the new light and singing joyously without words. Never again would silence reign.

"Thank you, sister Favora."


Whoever wants to can describe Ryone - given that its shape changes all the time and it looks a bit different for everyone, that seems most appropriate.

1 AP: Create Life (The Ssal) Sort of like mini-couatls, crossed with Diablo angels. Inhabit the void right now, but feel free to kick them down to the world if you think they'll start annoying your god.

1 AP: Create Lesser Concept (Song)

AP: 13

[Yeshon]

One of the Gauldough who's name was a series of grunts was carrying stone to be used in a new building, they could build! It was all new and wondrous to him then he heard a rumbling.

Gauldoughs all around him began to run, he didn't understand, he didn't even when the cave he was in collapsed on top of him. A cave-in caused by Armanthlis' tears.

Death

The Gauldough tried to scramble from beneath it, but he couldn't, his bones were crushed, water rushed over him, no one had died yet, he didn't know what was happpening.

"Hi there, well I'm Karthull."

The Gauldough heard the voice in his soul, but didn't understand the words and he was blind, so he did not see the Lord of Slaughter crouched in front of him, awakened by the first great tragedy.

"So yeah, I'm not usually going to do this, but (this is embarassing) you're my first and they say the first time should be special."

The Gauldough squealed as the rocks shifted crushing what was left of his spine,

"Really get to know them you know and only do it if it feels right. So tell me about yourself."

The Gauldough merely continued to squeal, "Oh right, you can't understand a word I'm saying can you, that sister of mine didn't think to give you speech did she? No she didn't."

Karthull snapped his fingers and suddenly all the Gauldough could speak and understand a crude tongue.

"W-what?"

"Hey I'm not gonna go through that again! It was embarrasing enough the first time."

"Don hurt"

"I've only got one thing to say to you."

He placed his hand on the Gauldough's head and began to squeeze, "Scream."

The Gauldough complied.

And so it went, Karthull, yes that was his name. Visited the most gruesome deathes he could drinking in their life essence as it left their bodies and parting their souls from their bodies. It was even better than he'd dreamed.

Not that there weren't complications, such as with a playful diamond shark, "No. I am not playing fetch with it, just eat it. Gah! It's getting away!"

All in all it was a good day.

Action: Bless The Gauldough can now speak a very simplistic language.

Ending AP: 10

[Abscondcrow]

Favora sat amongst her new friends. She watched how the Gauldough’s eating and digging slowly began to form tunnels, caves and crevices. The sound of other beings, their motions. It made Favora glad that she had created these beings.
It was not long though, before the entire planet seemed to crack and convort upon itself, reforming into a new shape. The angel-like being watched in silence, and horror as the Gauldough were separated from each other, from her. Some were crushed beneath what was previously their food, while others were simply terrified by the sound of what would one day become known as a “rockslide”.

Once the initial shock stopped, the Gauldough, being unintelligent as they were, quickly forgot about the commotion. Little even noticing the missing members of their once huge, single group which, honestly, had no cohesion. Favora too got over the great change rather quickly. The Gualdough seemed to be forming family groups now, building small homes from the same materials they consumed, the only materials available to them. They were cooperating. Delighted, she travelled around and saw that the Gauldough the world over were practicing this same ritual.
Not the work of the Gauldough’s simple minds though, she realized. No, another god had given her wonderful friends a means of working together, surviving longer. The goddess of life smiled to herself. “Good job my friends.”

Her glee was sadly short lived though, as catastrophe struck yet again. A great torrent of water cascaded into the tunnels of her new friends, sweeping them up and bashing them into each other. They were in little danger at first.. But they were frightened to their very cores. What was this cold, soft liquid that ran over their bodies? They did not know.
In honesty, nor did Favora. What she did know, however, is that there were large, pretty creatures in the water. And she appreciated both their life, and their beauty. She did not appreciate it enough, however, to condemn her precious Gauldough to remain in the water forever, with no means of getting to the rock that they needed.
Favora left the few Gauldough who had so far been left untouched by the water because their caves had been sealed off alone, but collected all the water-bound Gauldough into her great shield. She flew up and out of the underground, and flew to the middle of the three major landmasses. She hooked her hoe into each one of them in turn and scraped, creating more earth and rock as she did so. She kept this up until there was finally a small island left in the middle.
The goddess of life then placed all the Gauldough onto the ground, before drawing their very essence out of them, mingling it with her own blood, before returning it. Their normally green skin turned a hot red, their eyes saw and their stumpy feet grew longer, webs forming between each of their three toes.

Nodding with satisfaction, Favora stood and flew under this new island, then summoning all the rage she felt at the two gods who had made her so worried about her little beauties, she screamed.
Favora screamed so hard, so long and with so much vigour, that the earth itself melted and expanded and grew. The molted earth swallowed up her children, but they were not frightened. And she knew they need not be. “You are the Flaredough. The treacherous waters will not harm you, because this molten earth will protect you. Shifts in the earth will not frighten you, because your new home is ever shifting. Liquids will not confound you, because I have given you flippers to swim. You are the Flaredough.”

She flew up to look at her new island, and saw that she had, in making this new land, drawn some of Armanthlis’ creations onto it, the earth crushing, concealing and binding them, just as had happened with some of her friends in the first great land shift. She had not meant to harm and kill so many, but If it meant preserving an entire people.. So be it.

"Thank you, sister Favora." The words resonated in her head.. That was certainly not herself. She had no idea who it was, actually. But somehow.. She did at the same time. It was strange.
“You are welcome, Ryone” The one thing she knew about this other being.. It’s name. Would it speak again? Would it visit her and her friends? .. Would it cause another catastrophe? Favora would have to wait and see..

She’d also like to know where exactly her Flaredough had learnt basic words from? She certainly did not teach it to them.. She wondered.. Heading deep underground, she found herself in a small hall where Gauldough were.. Actually speaking to each other. Something strange was going on here.


Create Life AP 1: Created the Flaredough from the Gauldough. They're are obviously related, however, the Flaredough are red instead of green, they are completely resistant to hot conditions, including flame and lava. They're able to swim thanks to flippers as feet instead of the Gauldough's stubs, their eyes work, and are no long just black bead-looking things and finally, their bodies and claws are both harder and stronger thanks to the needed minerals they are getting from eating the bodies of the jewel-animals which were pulled into their island by accident.

Create Land AP 2: Created Mount Flare, the volcano-home of the Flaredough. It sits in the middle of the three "bottle" island, help up by large pillars of stone and sand attached to each of said island. There is also normal, flat land around Mount Flare, the volcano is simply in the middle. There are also gems scattered on, in and around the island. They are infact dead sea-life though.

Ap left: 9

[mystic1110]

Armanthlis danced and sang with her creations, laughing when they couldn't sing to her back. Although the great behemoths that were the onyx whales tried. They bellowed a beautiful mournful tune and it reminded Armanthlis that she was alone, and that while her children were beautiful they couldn't express their love for her or the appreciation of all the beauty she wrought in the world. Her wealth and herself needed to be appreciated. She didn't demand it, she was simply saddened that it went unnoticed. It wounded her most deeply. There must be those who would sing her praises!

And thus she flicked her tail and descended to the depths. On the way she saw a diamond shark devour some golden fish, the gold dust of their ground up carcasses flitting about in the sharks clear stomach. A ruby Kraken engaged in a wrestling match with a Onyx whale, and as the tentitcals ensnared the great beast they cracked him in two, the ruby giant suckled at the falling pieces of rock that was left of the noble creature. Two amethyst dolphins danced and made love. And at the bottom of the dark ocean where nothing could see, and the light of the distant and not so distant stars was a mere memory a gigantic opal angler fish colored the floor with it's opal light a mix of every color in the visible spectrum for that's what an opal is. The fish made to swallow her, but thought better to digest it's own mother. Instead he began to follow her to the depths of the ocean, lighting her path in rainbow. At the bottom of the ocean a Rhodium leviathan stirred.

Armanthlis gently touched the leviathan and lulled it back to sleep. There on the bottom of the ocean, lay the dust of all the jewels and metal in her ocean. For her children thrived and preyed on one another and the dust of their bones settled here and became radiant sand. She took the sand and formed beings to rule the waves with her, to sing her praises and to laugh at her jests and tell her how beautiful she was. She molded them to be as beautiful as her, but it was to no avail - they were only the most beautiful mortals that ever were, but they could not compete with her. They had shapely torsos and fine features and tails like hers. They were people of the sea: Merfolk.

Some had tails of gold others sapphire, others diamond and still others lowly quartz. Yet they were all lovely, shimmering in the angelfish's opal light. And she smiled and clearly spoke

My children you are my people beneath the waves, you shall rule everything that the salt of my tears touch. It is my gift to you and you shall cherish it and let nothing and nobody steal from my tears.

And the children of the tears laughed and cheered and began to rise up to the surface of the sea. And they danced with the creatures, and herded them. Played with them and hunted. They were noble and savage. And with each passing breath they sand praises to Armanthlis.

11 Ap enter

Create life 1: Merfolk. They are extremely beautiful and extremely vain. They decorate themselves with the jeweled corals and fish they kill and eat (yes this means they eat metal and minerals). They have language but no society yet, so they are pretty much just intelligent savages. Their tails are made of many different minerals - those who have more homogenous tails are more respected among the merfolk. So an pure onyx tail (with recessive emerald) and a pure emerald tail (with recessive ruby) will mate and produce

|Onyx | Emerald
Emerald |Half onyx tail half emerald (25%)|Pure Emerald (25%)
Ruby|Pure onyx [With recessive ruby trait](25%) | Half Emerald half Ruby tail (25%)

It gets more complicated with halfs (and more)

lets say the Half onyx tail half emerald (all dominant) mates with the Half Emerald half Ruby tail recessive. It will work like this:

|Half onyx tail half emerald | Half onyx tail half emerald
Half Emerald half Ruby tail |Half onyx tail half emerald [Half Emerald half Ruby tail recessive] (50%)|Quarter Onyx half emerald Quarter Ruby (50%)
Half Emerald half Ruby tail|Half onyx tail half emerald [With recessive Half Emerald half Ruby](50%) | Quarter Onyx half emerald Quarter Ruby (50%)

So when societies are developed husbandry and gemology (see what i did there :smallwink:) will be very important to them.

Other than that they love their goddess fiercely and obey her, as such if they see something stealing from the ocean they will kill that being with out a second thought to their lives.

10 Ap leave

[Umbranar]

As the lands moved upon the leaded fire beneath, a mountain grew and grew until it reached about a mile above the ground and waves that now form the world. It then seemed to explode like a volcano as the fire within bursts free from its earthly bonds and a figure appeared. It was a short and sturdy man with a great flaming beard. His eyes were filled with fire. He wore a blacksmith`s apron and some sturdy boots and gloves.

Fire and earth...what more does one desire to create and sculpt. He then looked at the water and thought for a moment. This is exactly what he needed. Reaching down into the volcano that spawned him, he pulled out some of the fiery liquid and then reached in again. While his hand was inside the world he concentrated and created something else. Ores, iron, copper, tin and coal.

He pulled out a huge chunk of Iron and combined it with the magma in his other hand and started to shape it. Slowly a great and mighty hammer formed in his hand. The hammers was glowing like it was incredibly hot. A red hot rune adorned the side. The hammer needs to be tempered and so he reached down and cooled the red-hot hammer in the ocean below. He looked at his first creation and smiled.

I am Bonduar master of.. he could not find the proper word, the concept was still vague. ...Forges and blacksmith of the gods.With those words, the concepts of forging weapons and armor were created.

I thank you, beautiful Favora for you created the stone I am made from. He then turned to the stars: And you Amaenon, for I am infused with the molten fires you created. Ask me to create you something fitting for gods, and I will craft it as a token of my gratitude.

Starting AP15
Alter Land 1 AP- Add ores to the world
Create concept 1 AP- Forging
Create Relic 4 AP - The Rune Hammer, capable of making other artifacts with a few blows. -1 AP when creating weapons, armor or tools for gods.
AP left: 9

[Ajadea]

Ryone descended to the twisted world, so different and yet so similar to what had came before. The crystal-carcasses glimmered on a lone firey mountain. Death had come to this world already it seemed. It touched the ground where land met sea and looked over the star-lit water. There was so much potential there, so much variety already, so much that could be. It pleased Ryone, to see that. "Once, there was a Sun," she said, "And it bathed the world in light." Soft though his words were, the bell-like tones rang out for all to hear. "Once, there were people, and they claimed all the world for their own." Ryone took a more corporeal form, for a moment, and waded a few steps into the sea. She knelt down and plucked a single empty shell from the silt. He held it up, and let the starlight catch on its imperfections. "Once, there were gods, and they took the universe down in their hatred."

Ryone closed its hand and the shell crumbled to pieces. "How much of the old shall return in the new?" It didn't expect an answer. Ryone returned to the shore and kept going, walking along the endless brown dirt, through valleys and up mountains. Miniscule pieces of shell made a trail behind it, and where the shells dropped, a little bit of dark green sprouted and spread.

At the other end of the continent, Ryone turned around and looked over what he had wrought. Where she had been, there was a riot of color, thin and delicate petals reaching up to the sky. Each one of them was unique, in color and size and shape. On their thin stalks, they stood as still as mountains, for there was not yet anything that could or would touch them. And if there was a hint of a scream in the back of the oldest god's memory, the youngest lives in the world were polite enough not to point it out.

Once, there had been a god who loved flowers.


Sorry if I'm stepping on your toes a bit, Abscondcrow, but has anyone noticed that our world has no plants? Now there's... something.

1 AP: Create Life (I think): Jewel Flowers. Jewel flowers require no light to grow and the anthers are actually faintly luminescent. They are relatively hardy plants, and can live for many years, but are not capable of self-pollination.

AP remaining: 12.

[Draken]

A maelstrom of dust split the light of the stars above Ryone, forming a cloud of dancing lights that spoke with the voice of the void.

"A sun, you say. Would it be unto a star? Closer than any other I wrought?"

A single white flame ignited in the center of Amaenon's nebulous form, exploding outwards through the endless dust, creating a titanic explosion of light and heat.

"Something such as this?"

10 AP enter.

2 AP: Create Land: The Sun.

8 AP leave.

I call dibs on making all cosmic bodies! :smalltongue:

[Yeshon]

"Hmm," Karthull watched the waters surge beneath him. More life kept coming into being. Now the Sun danced in the sky, mocking his efforts. The Heart of Ssa'roth grew cold.

He faced a dilemma, the other gods were creating life too fast. He couldn't keep up with demand, some life energy was escaping without him collecting it. Besides that, the jeweled creatures the other gods created were hard to kill.

A bright fire blossomed in his eyes.

"Yes milord?"

A shadowy figure carrying a scroll appeared behind Karthull, then another, another, a hundred Reapers appeared behind him.

"Go and collect life essence for me. Manage natural death and see to it that even jewels die."

"At once milord." The Reapers disappeared.

And jeweled life began to crack over time. The effects weren't immediately apparent, but Karthull wanted to make it clear that all mortals were under the dominion of death.

The Domain of Gauldough

Time to put my face on. He disappeared only to reappear in the Gauldough domain, sitting and watching. Completely invisible to the passing idiots, he watched as one teetered on a ladder, he was about to fall and break his neck.

He sat back and enjoyed the show as one of his Reapers went through the ajoining wall, preparing to collect the doomed Gauldough's life essence.

Pausing to let Abscondcrow decide what happens to the Gauldough. Possible first meeting between Life and Death.



Create Fabled Life: The Reapers they collect the Life Essences of dying creatures. They carry a scroll which details their list of mortals slated to die. They are invisible to all until the moment of their deathes.-4AP
Create Organization: The Reapers of Karthull they collect life essence for Karthull-2AP
Curse: Jeweled life is suceptible to age now-1AP


Gain Domain: Evil (Decay)-3AP
Create Fabled Life Reapers
Create Organization The Reapers of Karthull
Curse: Jeweled life ages

Ending AP: 0

[Ajadea]

Ryone looked up at the new sun, the new light, and remembers the moment of its birth, that one instant in which it saw everthing. "Yes.... it is." A thought crossed its mind, and it did not look away. "Amaenon, you are the void. But the void was, for aeons upon aeons. And you were not there until now. What has changed within your being that you are born now and no other time before?" There were other things to ask as well, but... this was not the time, and such a time might indeed never come.

[Draken]

The Great Beyond is silent for a moment, burning upon the heavens.

"I know not of things before me, for all that is not divine that predates me is unto me, thus such things do not exist. Time itself is but a construct of existance, thus nothing that isn't beyond time predates me."

"Perhaps there is no span of time after what you remember and before me. Merely an illusion of it, born of idle thought, lacking any true contrast to measure it."

As if in unconscious gestures, Amaenon gathers dust and debris and compacts it into several pale orbs, which are set adrift around his solar form, like the pointers of a clock. Soon the sun and these new moons drift off to dance aorund the world, and Amaenon is once a cloud of shimmering dust above Ryone.

[mystic1110]

One of the twinkling stars came close to her ocean and illuminated the jewels and glories of her sea. The coral shone brightly, the creatures of the deep were glorious and her merfolk danced under the rays of the sun, more beautiful in the light, with their tails and jewellery all a glitter!

Armanthlis saw her people dance a thousand spiraling dances, and knew that they were her people, but not their own. And so she flicked her tail again and her light, the opal Anglerfish, swam with her until she reached the bottom of the sea where not even the light of the new sun reached. And on the bottom of the sea bed she found the Rhodium leviathan, who stirred once again. It looked at her and nodded it's head, knowing her for his mother and mistress. The great beast was so large that it's tail wrapped around the planet, through all the loops of the three mobius strips, till the tail ended only a couple miles from its mouth. The creature was vast beyond measure, one would think that if it rose from the deep and constricted it's tendrils it would break the planet itself. And yet Armanthlis bid the leviathan to open it's mouth, and it did.

And inside she saw its Rhodium gullet, a vast hallway that could if it gulped long enough, swallow all her tears, but Rhodium was to dark a metal, so she waved her hand and transformed the vastness of the leviathan into a grand castle. The guts became the throne room, Thrones of each precious gem, which she would sit on a different one each day. The intestines, long corridors, endless castles and keeps, and the water rushed in and brought her to her thrones. The inside of the leviathan was now her private domain beneath her domain of waves, a separate plane, where only merfolk were welcome and she bid her people home.

She welcomed them from the gold throne. Merfolk became lords and ladies, workers and serfs, knights and squires that day. Families great and small, depending on the colors and purity of their tails beauty. They became the Comely Court. And they held grace in the Halls of the Ornate Beast. They were a people now. Her people and the leviathan began to move in circles around the world.

That is not to say the sea was without merfolk. The Halls of the Ornate Beast were simply their home and court. They schemed and slept within it. But they still hunted gold fish and farmed jeweled coral in the ocean. Most of the warriors still headed their god queens command to make sure no bounty taken from her ocean was met with a penalty lighter than death. Besides only those who had less than four colors in their tails were permitted in the Comely court lest they offend Armanthlis. This was not her law, but the law of the noble merfolk families. Armanthlis though enjoyed all colors, especially the rainbow of opal, and when she occasionally ventured out to dance among her ocean her people knew her and loved her for it despite their distance from her.

The ocean was hers, and they would die for her.


10 AP enter:

2 The comely Court: The society of Merfolk: I'll expand on this later, anyone will be able to play anyone.

4 Craft plane: The Halls of the Ornate Beast. Inside the leviathan at the bottom of the sea is the The Halls of the Ornate Beast which are their own separate plane! This is where the great families of the Comely court live. (10 for each precious mineral and some minor houses for each rare metal)

3 Gain domain: Life (Jeweled)
2 Ocean
1 Coral
1 Merfolk
1 Ocean life
2 Comely Court

1 Ap remains

[Maugan Ra]

Lashar walked amongst the Gauldough, watching with delight as they worked and built and expanded. Deep within the earth, they burrowed and created their cities, cooperating with each other... And now they even spoke and sang, in their own crude ways. It was marvelous.

And yet... He looked at the nearest, and saw it was flawed, dying slowly under the march of time. It was old, and such a thing had not before existed. Now that he looked, he could feel the one responsible. With a thought, he stood before them, idly reaching out with one hand to steady a Gauldough on a teetering ladder. His looked over the other God, pale mask meeting burning gaze, and spoke.

"You have made them old, made them die. They cannot build if they die. he intoned calmly. "Nor can they live, or remember, or be beautiful for their queen. This, all must know of. Come, Favora, Armanthlis. This treads on all our domains, and we need to speak on it."

His voice rolled out across the world, heard by all with ears. He had not met those he spoke of before, nor did he know their domains, and yet... It felt right. Their goals were betrayed by this new concept, and thus he knew of it and them. Strange... Something to consider later. For now, there were words to be exchanged.

[Anecronwashere]

In a corner of the Void a being coalesced and Shtirge appeared with a shiver
"Death. We were dead, I was dead. I Loathe being dead." Whispered the god as he walked on nothing, using his staff as a walking stick.
"Now onto business. First those horrendous Reapers."

A tap of the staff later and he was hovering next to a falling Galdough. With quick reflexes Shtirge caught the rocky thing and let him down gently.
"I am Shtirge, God of Undeath and you are vile. Setting these Reapers on an unsuspecting Mortal population?" Shtirge holds a Reaper by the scruff of his neck
"Life is to preserved at all costs not thrown onto some garbage heap for your pleasure."

Throughout the oceans the cracks on the aging jewel-fish sealed up, their bodies working to repair themselves from the prey they capture

15AP -2 Bless (Jewelled life is not susceptible to age)
13AP

[Yeshon]

Karthull merely craned his neck to see around the new comer, gods weren't interesting, they couldn't die, and he didn't think he could make them feel pain and thus they were incredibly boring.

He could argue this eloquently, logically even. He could point out that the gods didn't make an infinite plane and he was doing the world a favor by killing off a bunch of rock eaters who devoured the ground they stood on. Course he hadn't taken the excrement part of the life equation into account (eat+sh!t+die=life, die>life), but if in a few million years everyone was standing on the dung of these little... things. He'd have to destroy the world.

He could argue this calmly and logically.

But there was no fun in logic.

"Well Excuuuusssse me mister where's-your-face, but get pissy on your own time. That thing over there is about to fall, it'll be HI-larious."

He looked at the god's with pale mask from the corner of his eye socket, "Seriously, you have a face? Or is it so ugly you can't really call it a face?"

Then the other god intervened and he felt his curse undone.

Karthull would smile if he could, "So? You think I need Old Age to kill off the jeweled life. Please, my reapers already have their lists, all you did was shatter one of their tools, but they have many, many more."

He tilts his head, "Besides, you really want everyone to live on this world forever? Geesh and here I thought I was cruel."

"Master?"

"Oh, you can go." The Reaper disappeared in a cloud of shadow moving on to the next victim on its list (the other god can pursue him, but he should keep in mind that they will just reform elsewhere everytime they're caught).

"And another thing, 'die' is right there in the life equation. You can't argue with math!"

EDIT: got ninja'd:smallfrown:

[Fremen]

As life began to flourish anew, and great beings took shape, the last remnants of the two ancient gods mingled across the stars; their primal energy giving rise to new children, for whom this new universe awaited. The scattered driftings contacted one another in a myriad of ways, each begetting something wholly new, until two fragments collided and repelled one another. That last piece of the Chronicler's will to be good touched a piece of the long-forgotten dragon's darkest evil, and the two pushed each other away. This galvanized the Chronicler's final legacy, sending it spinning in new ways, touching the reality which was spawning all around it. From its depths came a shining figure, surrounded in a radiant halo of light, who opened his golden eyes for the first time, and beheld the evil that had set his birth in motion.

There was no gratitude from the god, nor malice or hate, there was simply the will to do what must be done. Reaching out with his newborn hands the god cupped the residual evil between his armoured palms, and in a decisive motion crushed it. His gauntlets flared with light as his very essence purged the tiny part of ancient darkness from this new existence, then quickly faded to match the gentle glow that permeated his whole being.

The young god turned his golden gaze to the world below, formed in a way only gods could conceive, and the races that dwelt upon it. He looked into the deep seas at the myriad of life that lived beneath the raging waves, and felt nothing for the endless natural cycle of life and death that affected all beasts and plants that dwelt there; but he saw the merfolk and felt contempt. They were a race of decadence and pride, seemingly thrilled with games of intrigue and scheming, and caring nothing for righteousness or honour.

Shaking his youthful head he looked instead to the land, and saw the creatures that made their lives there. Here there was less to repulse the young god, but there was also little to please him, and he again felt disappointment.

To the skies above he looked next, and he saw creations that wandered the cosmos, but here too there was no valour to be found, no heroism or goodness, and the god felt saddened.

He looked down to his own form for the first time, and took stock of just what he was: a figure clad is shimmering silver plate armour, the joints protected by robust, yet fine, chainmail weave. His armour was unadorned, despite its intricacy and craftsmanship, but his hands were empty. He slowly closed his gauntlets into fists, his eyes burning more brightly as he felt purpose.

Again he looked to the world below, at the plotting and suffering, and this time he let his gaze linger. As he watched, he watched the beings below toil and die, and as they did terrifying creatures emerged from the darkness and took from them that which they were, beyond body or mind. The twisted little creations bore scrolls to which they would often refer, but spoke nothing and did not interact with the other races, save to harvest their essences. The new god was disgusted by them, and swore silently to end the evil they represented.

Turning to the very last vestiges of pure goodness that had spawned him, the god reached out and poured forth his will, shaping the essence into figures. They were elegant and powerful forms, tiny compared to their creator, but great compared to the mortals races. They bore the humanoid shape of their creator, and like him were clad in heavy plate armour over the entirety of their forms, save their heads. Unlike the god these forms were female, and though he was bald, they sported long, flowing hair of ivory and pearl. From their backs grew magnificent wings of white feathers, and when they opened their eyes there was a silver glow to meet the golden of their master.

"Awaken, my daughters," he spoke, "I am your father, Zahariel, and you are my Seraphs." They said nothing, but in perfect union they sank to a single knee before him, bowing their heads. Zahariel smiled at this, and nodded in return.

Before he said anything else he heard the distant ringing of metal on metal, and looked at the world below. There was a figure he had not seen before, a being no less mighty than himself, but possessed of a skill of craftsmanship. For a moment Zahariel simply watched, quietly awed by the god's discipline and skill. Descending to the forge god, Zahariel came to stand beside his brother deity, and spoke to him, "Hail, brother, I am Zahariel, and I would seek your aid." He held his empty hands out before him, "I would have a blade of righteousness held in these hands, and blades to match in the hands of my seraphs. I see in you skill at creation that I can never hope to match; will you lend your will with my own in the forging of such creations?"

Staring AP: 15

Create Fabled Life (4): The Seraphs (or Angels/Valkyries)

Remaining AP: 11

[Ajadea]

"Then I suppose that my tolerance for solitude and silence is painfully low," Ryone replies lightly. The aeons hadn't seemed like nothing, hadn't seemed like non-existence... but even it did not know everything and would not claim to, and besides, Amaenon was the void itself. Perhaps it had all been a trick of the mind. Minds were awfully easy to mold, after all.

Another god, a god unnoticed as of yet, called out to all. "Well, it seems another younger sibling wishes to speak. It would be rude to ignore him." Him? Yes. Lashar. The one who builds. There was something to be said for buildings. They had a beauty of their own, one that was unlike the beauty of the mountains and the jewel flowers. Some had withered a faint bit, in the time that had passed already. Ryone wreathed a particularly damaged one in light and uprooted it. And the god and the flower were no longer there.

Instead, as summoned, they stood in the halls of the Gauldough. "Karthull. Lashur. Shtirge. Greetings to you, my brothers," Ryone said. It held the limp flower out to Karthull. "I believe this is in your domain now." The glowing god surveyed its younger kin. "The old must die away so that the new can arise. This is how it has been and how it must be. Or have you already managed to forget how we came to be?" If a bell could sound scathing, Ryone had managed it.

[Anecronwashere]

"Your Reapers may have many tools but there are a finite amount of Reapers."
Shtirge smirks as he pulls a bag from beneath his ragged cloak.

He teleports up into the stars and opens the bag, a black hole erupting for but a moment before turning into a hollow sphere. A wave of his hand and the Reapers began forming inside the sphere, locked inside.
Every new formation of Reaper and every reformation becomes trapped inside.

"There, now your minions will stop tormenting the, whatever these things are."

13AP -4 Weave Plane (Zatvor) A perfect sphere that holds the Reapers inside it. No Mortal can escape the Plane
9AP -1 Curse (Reapers form/reform inside Zatvor)

[Maugan Ra]

Lashar sighs faintly, and blinks. In the side of the sphere, a door forms, and the Reapers are free once more.

"The one called... Ryone, yes... Is correct. I have no intention of stopping death, or it's creatures. It is not my place to interfere in the domains of others. Nor is it yours, Stirge. I came merely to observe, and while the Reapers take only from their lists at the appointed times, then nothing more needs doing."

That said, he turns to regard the scurrying Gauldough once more. If the individual could not survive, then the society and their legacy would have to. He spoke to them, and from his words they took the idea of Nations, forming their own realms beneath the earth, concepts to endure beyond lives or even cities.

13Ap currently
2AP - Form organization, the Nation of Gauldough, binding the new hives together into a greater whole.
2AP - Bless to counteract the curse of the reapers being stuck in the pocket realm.
9 remaining

[Anecronwashere]

"My domain is to stop Death, it is entirely within my Domain but fine, if you want Death. Keep it. But just remember you sided with the mass-murderer over me when you need help."
Shtirge vanishes in a twirl of his cloak

On a different bottle he appears
"Rise from the depths, Land of the Eternal. Bring forth the fertile grounds for which Life may flourish Eternally."
The ground rises up as he speaks, forming mountains and plains and valleys over the water, covered in the crystalline plant-life. Jungles of crystal burst into existence everywhere, albeit a lot more dangerous than the flowers made by Ryone. For deep in the heart of the continent there lay a bone, brimming with divine power that infused the area. All who died there were born anew, their unneeded flesh aging rapidly until only crystal bone remained.
This was the fate of many Garldough that had been in that area of the sea. Their rocky forms converted into bones.

Thus the Bone-Formed arose.

9AP -2 Create land (Gospodarr, the Land of the Eternal) A continent filled with mountains, valleys plains etc. There are several rainforests and jungles filled with dangerous plants (think flytraps and other carnivores)

7AP -4 Craft Relic (Bone of Undeath) The relic acts as a continuous Bless Effect that everyone who dies on Gospodarr becomes a Bone-Formed.

3AP -1 Create Life (Bone-Formed) This is a template rather than a new form of life. Basically Bone-Formed act as their base-race but are made of crystalline bone rather than their normal appearance. They do not age or die from natural causes (wounds still kill them). Blessings and Curses that affect the base-race of the Bone-Formed after the change do not affect them as they are no longer of that race.

2AP -1 Bless (Bone-Formed do not die from natural causes)

1AP -1 Curse (Reapers scrolls do not detect Bone-Formed)

[Umbranar]

Looking to the warrior-god next to him, Bonduar smiles. He has not seen an armor crafted like this before, but then again he doesn`t exist that long.
He could probably make such an armor himself but that would require some great effort, its not easy to make armor and weaponry fitting for a god.

Aye brother, I will. Forging a weapon fer a god is no simple task though, there are rules. First of all, I need some of yer own essence. I can make a weapon without that but it would just be a piece of metal unfitting for beings like us, thats something fer mortals. Secondly, yer weapon needs a purpose. Me hammer here has only one, create weapons and armor like the one ye request and artifacts to aid the mortals. State that purpose and I can hone it poperly. I suggest using the light ye radiate to heat the material we`re going to use to make it which brings me to yer armor. A tiny chip of that can be hammered into a proper sword with the help of me Rune Hammer. Does that sound like a plan to ye?

Bonduar pauses for a moment, looking at the reapers and the other creatures on the world.

I noticed ye were watching the reapers, brother. Fer a chaotic god Karthull actually made a good decision by creating them. Ye may not agree but they are usefull to preserve some balance on the world below. Chaos will reign supreme if everything lives forever. There will be a day that the mortal races will start to clash, just as the great ancients clashed long time ago, and dieing is part of these clashes. I dun`like to say it but the world below needs death and the reapers seem to do a fine job, though we must halt the consuming of the essence of life by Karthull.

The blacksmith then raises its hammer and brings it down on what seemed to be some kind of anvil, made of a dark metal, which wasn`t there a moment ago. Sparks showered down on the reapers, changing some of their purpose.

Nothing lives forever, not even the gods. The Laws of the universe forbid it.


Starting AP 9

Curse Reapers AP 2 - Reapers do not harvest life essence anymore, they guide creatures in the process of dieing.

AP Left: 7

Might drop the "accent" later on, its time consuming to typ it out and its not even properly done :P

[Abscondcrow]

Favora felt a twinge of annoyance as she felt the energies of the various gods enteracting with each other, causing changes to this planet, counteracting each others plans and generally just making her feel as if something bad was due to happen. The Goddess of life watched as strange creatures came and stole the very essence of her friends, were then sealed away then finally returned with such ease it was as if it was a choice of their own to leave for a while.

It was only a matter of time before one of the other gods took their interferences too far, and another would lash out, causing yet another deific war. Favora looked over the Gualdough, living underground, digging. She saw as they banded together, formed great city-scapes. A particularly large, well popular cave network even completely banded together into what could only be described as a nation.

The tiller of growth then cast her gaze to the cousins of the rock-dwellers, the Flaredough. They swam around in their volcano, content to eat grow and build in relative safety. They too formed together, built and dug, but no-where near the extent of the Gauldough.

Looking to the seas, Favora saw the the Merfolk, a beautiful people. But an arrogant people. A people, she felt, who would one day cause trouble to one of the races of her children, if not both. It was thus with this thought that one of the Chroniclers motto’s resounded in her head, “Life is not eternal. But we can lengthen it by teaching life to fend for itself.”

It was with this revelation that the fledgling Goddess made her way to the peek of mount flare. She looked at each island in turn, before giving a single tap of her hoe to each pillar that connected the outer islands to the middle island, creating a tunnel in each. Before long, the Gauldough explored these tunnels, eventually finding themselves on mount Flare. The Flaredough also came out, at the behest of their creator.

After the two different, yet similar races stopped their ego trips and calmed down to listen, Favora explained the concept of trade to them, how the Flaredough could offer the nutritious gems from the flowers and dead aquatic life on their island, the greatest of delicacies for a “dough”, in exchange for the great building and community skills the Gauldough had received from the other deities.

She then moved on to talk about something much more important, the reason she had brought the cousin races together. Favora picked up a few of the crystal flowers from the surrounding landscape, forming them into different shapes, explaining how they could be used to protect the “dough” from any predators, or other nations that might cause them harm.
Delighted, many of them began to practice.


Alter Land AP 1: Connected the three outer islands insides to the inner islands outside by making a single, sturdy tunnel in each of the illars holding up the middle island.

Create Lesser Concept AP 1: Taught trade to the Gauldough and Flaredough.

Create Lesser Concept Ap1: Taught crafting armor from gems to the Gauldough and Flaredough (eg. Shields, helmers, breastplates, pauldrons.)

Remaining Ap:6

[Draken]

How could the great beyond, the void upon which all things exist, not be somewhere?

Amaenon is besides Lashar when he makes his call, he need merely turn his face to his sibling, bringing a twisting cloud of dust and light into being.

"Death, sounds like an interesting concept. What does it apply to?"

The Void looks down and squints, noticing for the first time those tiny, tiny things beneath the world.

"Oh, to them, I presume. Has another decreed that they must end in time? Reasonable, since they are not finite."

[Umbranar]

A bellowing laugh errupts as Bonduar discovers that the Gauldough craft armor from gems. Gems...they seem to be of little value in this world. Gems break and do not melt like metal does so that it can be cast and shaped. He watched them for a while to see the creatures experimenting with the materials at their dispossal.

It was time to introduce a new race to this world, a race of artisans who work the mines, gather the ore and forge tools, weapons and armor. Creatures with strict laws and rules much like the laws that apply to forging.
He chipped of a small piece of the anvil and hammered it with the Rune Hammer. Even smaller chips fell down on the world below. After impact, the chips formed arms, limbs and a face. Heed my words, Dun`Bonduar, you are the first of your kind. This world lacks cooperation and the other mortal seem to lack order. You will create that order and forge the tools needed to grow and prosper. Within the earth and stone, before you reach the liquid fire, are ores at your dispossal. Go now and show the others what craftsmanship and organisation can accomplish.

Bonduar then left his people alone, once again at the side of Zahariel to await his answer. Meanwhile the Dun`Bonduar started to collect loose bits of ore to turn them into pickaxes to harvest the ore in bigger quantities. Some started to forge weapons, others armor and others more tools to ease the process of forging and mining. They formed groups which they called "guilds" to specialize in the different forgable items. This resulted in true masters of the trades.

Starting AP: 7

Create Life 1 AP - Dun`Bonduar, the first of dwarves made of stone and masters of the concept of forging weapons, tools and armor from metal. (which I created earlier). They are a lawful people not working in guilds with rules to ensure order within their society.
Create Lesser Concept 1 AP - Laws, civilizations are build from many individuals. Laws are to maintain order.
Create lesser Concept 1 AP - Craft Guilds, by organizing the artisans and by letting them work together in an area of expertise, quality is achieved for many know more then one.

AP left: 4.

[Yeshon]

Karthull took the flower and smelled it, such a beautiful fragrance death was. How he managed to smell it without a nose was anyone's guess.

Then the god sealed his reapers in a bag. That nearly got Karthull angry now life essence was just locked away in the bodies of the dead. Now he'd have to get off his duff and do their job!

Wait that wasn't so bad, unless he could fit a god in there he hadn't done much, just annoyed him. Then the god of building released them. He was definitely on the not-a-jerk list.

Karthull would smile, "Take someone not on their lists? Ha! If you accuse the Reapers of doing that I want to be there. They'd hurl themselves in the void! They're married to those godsdamned things. Don't get me wrong, I made them like that. But sheesh I can't get them to live a little."

Then Mister I-hate-death-roar whined and made another continent, populated with people that were hidden from the Reapers' lists. He'd have to do something about that. Then again maybe he didn't. That god was about to realise what happens when the Reapers don't collect someones life essence.

When someone dies from wounds and the reapers do not come to collect life essence they're locked in with no ability to move but completely conscious.

Which Karthull actually doesn't mind, very entertaining. Course he could come and collect it himself, but he doesn't want to bother mister life-without-death-is-a-perfect-world's people.

Then something happened, his Reapers were seperating the life essence from the bodies, but they couldn't hold onto it and it just dissipated into the Aether.

Nonononnonononononnonnonononnono For the first time Karthull was actually upset. Okayokay, I can fix this, it'll take time, but I can fix it. I can be patient this once.

Then the Void himself came to greet him, "Woah, You're a BIG boy ain'tcha, what have you been eating?"

A horrible plot formed inside his skull.

[Fremen]

Zahariel smiled at his brother's words, knowing that here stood a being who understood the need to law and order. If nothing else, the Paladin God could respect him for that. He listened to his brother's words and nodded, knowing that the forgemaster spoke truly. He breathed deeply and looked into himself, closing his eyes and holding out a single hand. Upon his upturned palm there glittered a small shard of everything he was, a minor fragment of his very being and will. Gently he placed the piece of himself upon the great anvil, and nodded to his brother.

"I would have a sword with strength enough to match my own, with a blade keen enough that with it I could keep even our sibling gods at bay. I would give unto it the power to strike down any being of evil not of godhood, and any creation of evil that still lingers with the taint of darkness. Finally I would will it the wisdom to know the heart of any whom it faces," he said solemnly. "I would name it Warsong."

He opened his eyes and nodded to Bonduar as he focused himself, letting the light that radiated about him become concentrated upon the anvil, heating the fragment that lay there. From above the Seraphs watched silently in ordered ranks, knowing that soon they too would be gifted weapons, and in time the great crusade would begin.

[Draken]

Amaenon pauses to consider the question.

"Nothing."

Now, this is a trick answer. There isn't a whole lot of nothing. Not anymore, there isn't a whole lot of anything either. There is the world, there is a sun, there are twelve moons, there are billions upon billions of stars. And then there is the Void, the space between all of those things, reaching as far as one could possibly go, and then beyond, always beyond, The Great Beyond.

The nebula of Amaenon shifts and colapses on itself, assuming the same general shape the other gods had. A head, a torso, two arms. No legs, however, they felt superfluous. The arms too, when you think about it, but they looked more relevant to the imagery than the legs.

Why, yes. Protoss Archon.

[mystic1110]

Armanthlis, now sitting on the ruby throne, shifts uncomfortably as she hears a voice in her head calling her forth. She shakes her head to clear it out. She was a queen. She shall not be summoned, all who speak to her must wait for her pleasure or displeasure. And so she waited in her watery domain for her siblings to come pay her homage.

And all around her and outside the halls of the ornate beast all the merfolk of the comely court danced and schemed and killed whatever descended into the tears of their goddess. Gold fish were crunched within the fair folks diamond teeth, and the rocky flesh of any Flaredough which wandered and swam way to far from the safety of the shore and rising volcanoes. The deep ocean was theirs.

The light of the new sun reflected off the merfolk and Armanthlis decided they were not beautiful enough, even the most handsome was a pale reflection of her. And so she gifted them magic and glamor. The magic of twisting the light off their jeweled scales and making themselves appear even more beautiful.

And she smiled as the nobles of the houses of Comely court danced beneath her and carried out their plots against one another, to join her on the dais among her many thrones (she often allowed a favorite to rule besides her shifting thrones, until she grew displeased with them. This is an honor and power all merfolk wish for - some of the more conniving and pretty of them join Armanthlis on the thrones and have yet to be thrown off).

With their new power of glamor and enchantment it will be said that Merfolk are wonderful. For they provoke wonder. Merfolk are marvelous. For they cause marvels. Merfolk are fantastic. For they create fantasies. Merfolk are glamorous. For they project glamour. Merfolk are enchanting. For They weave enchantment. Merfolk are terrific. For they beget terror. Yet no one will ever say merfolk are nice, for they weren't.

And Armanthlis in the center of the halls of the ornate beast laughed as they showered her with praises.

1 Ap enters

Create lesser concept 1: Glamor magic (this is simple illusion spells) Ill be using a fabled concept later on to make more powerful dream magic, but illusion and enchantment spells simply change appearances, leading people to believe what they already believe. Merfolk are already beautiful, but under glamour they are even more so, terrifyingly so, just looking at them can put a mere mortal under the irresistible impulse to get to them, drowning be damned. But in the end it only increases the targets already held conception. Beautiful --> more beautiful. Scary --> terrifying. And so on

0 AP left.

[Yeshon]

Karthull considered the being before him, the other two nearly forgotten in his short attention span. But who could blame him? He could very well be talking to the void itself!

"So I got to ask, what exactly are you?"

The Reapers made no attempt to go after the Bone-formed, they had no interest in any not on their lists. The lists were all that the Reapers were or ever would be.

Karthull didn't really have any vested interest in immediately destroying the isle. At least not immediately... he really wanted to see how you'd make undead squeal.

[Umbranar]

Bonduar raises the Rune Hammer, pauses a moment to focus and then hammers the material to shape it into a blade. The first strike flattened the shard and stretched to a length that nearly matched Zahariel`s height.
The second blow shaped the hilt and the form of an actual sword. The third blow finished covered the blade in runes and stamped a small hammer into the pummel. The runes were shining brighter then the blade itself so all the other gods could easily read the blade`s name: Warsong.

Bonduar takes a step away from the anvil which was clearly not used or made to withstand this sort of punishment. The blade now lies on the anvil ready to be picked up by his master. Your blade awaits you. He then looked up to the Seraphs. I can not create weapons for them, although their stronger then most mortals, they are not strong enough. My dwarves are talented blacksmiths, they can forge the weapons your Seraphs desire and repair their gear after a fight. This will give the dwarves a purpose and your Seraphs a useful ally in struggles to come.

Bonduar then knelt before his altar, inspecting it closely. It must be replaced by a new and better one. He would see to that later.

Starting AP: 4
Spend 1 AP to create Warsong, Zahariel will spend 2 while the Rune Hammer`s power provides the last one.

AP left: 3

[Draken]

Amaenon speaks with a voice that hails down from all directions, not merely his avatar.

"I am Amaenon, I am the Great Beyond, the wholeness of this dark world is Me."

Amaenon calls a twister of dust to his idle hand, idly shaping things to come.

[Fremen]

Zahariel reached out and gently took up the hilt of Warsong, lifting it up from the anvil upon which it had been forged. He found its grip fit so perfectly in his palms that it felt like nothing so much as an extension of himself, and as he tightened his hold he felt the blade hum softly in concert with his own heart. He smiled as he looked fondly upon his weapon, and above him the chorus of Seraphs cheered for their creator's pleasure.

"Thank you Bonduar," he said at last. "There is much to do, and I must be off, but know this: you have done for me a great deed, and so in time, have you need of my service, then summon me; and if I can provide it, I shall." With that he bowed low to his brother deity, and returned once more to the heavens above.

He looked down to his waiting seraphs, bedecked in their armour but with empty hands. With the point of his blade he selected three of his daughters to rise above the others, and to them he spoke, "To you I give the following charge: travel down to the world below, and hail the dwarves, sons and daughters of Bonduar. They are their father's children, and as such know well the ringing of the forge, so from them you will procure a great blade for each of your sisters. These weapons must be as much a part of you as Warsong is of me, so you will provide the dwarves with your very essence from which to make your swords. Go now, and return to me warrior-angels, armed for battle."

The seraphs nodded their understanding and flew back to the ranks of their sisters, to gather the required essences for the forging of weapons.

Once more the paladin god felt his gaze turned to the world below, and he knew that his children were not yet ready to join the races upon it. Reaching into himself he took a deep breath unto the very highest of the clouds, and from their soft purity created great towers. He willed great crenelated walls to join these together, and in moments the skies boasted a great fortress upon its soaring heights. The walls were as white marble, but harder still than any natural rock, and despite the beauty and glory of the bastion there could be little doubt that it was built strongly as a place of war, meant to withstand any siege. Yet in the centre (for it was a sphere, the likes of which no mortal mind could hope to understand) stood a great keep, thick of wall and glorious of decoration, flying long white banners depicting the greatsword Warsong. Within its depths there were long, curving hallways, cut to foil any invading force and grant the occupant every advantage, until at its core lie a single great room. In it sat a chair formed from the same cold marble of the walls; the solemn throne of the Scion of Justice.

Zahariel bid his daughters fly there, to the battlements and watches of this new realm, "I grant unto you Ellysia, the Bastion of the Heavens. Here may you call home, so long as you stand to protect it. To you falls the duty of manning its walls. To you falls the duty of maintaining watch from its towers. To you do I charge with the task of eternal vigilance over the borders and security of our home." With that he made his way to his throne above the world, and from his marble chair he gazed as only a god can upon the mortals far below.

Starting AP: 11

Create Relic (2): Warsong, +2 bonus to random conflict resolution (the rest of the cost being shared by Bonduar and his hammer)

Weave Plane (4): Ellysia, Bastion of the Heavens

Gain Domain (3): Vigilance (Seraphs)
4 - Create Legendary Life (Seraphs)
4 - Weave Plane (Ellysia)

Remaining AP: 2

[Yeshon]

"Cool,"

Karthull leaned back,

"So do you know what happens to Life Essences if my Reapers fail to collect?"

He truly didn't know the answer, heck he didn't even know why he wanted life essence. It just tasted so dang good!

He thought for a moment, all the gods seemed to want to regulate him, to regulate death. They were nice about it, gently marginalizing his reapers, trying to push him to the side. He needed to think of something, some sort of penalty for marginalizing him, something that made them afraid of not letting him do what brought him joy.

Then again, he could just collect the life essences himself. No, they trusted the Reapers to stick with their lists, heck he did! And he didn't trust anyone.

So two options, make himself unassailable so that he could pretty much do what he wanted (highly improbable), or get enough gods to acknowledge death as a necessity so that they'd stop messing with his stuff!

Of course, he could try a combination of the two... yeah that could work.

[Draken]

Amaenon dispersed the dust and crossed his arms, rubbing his chin with a hand in thought.

"Life essence, life essence. One moment."

The void above churned into a whirlwind of light as it gathered some of the dispersed essence.

"It is scattering to the far corners of me. Given time I could gather it all, but without something to bind it it will just flow away and be lost to naugh."

Whereupon Amaenon will devour it and recycle it anew for ucnonscious use by the gods, but who wants to hear about someone else's body functions.

The Great Beyond ponders this dissipation of matter, this erosion into nothing, it would certainly be best to avoid it, indeed. To that end, an archivist of creation would be a good fit.

He has a design, and from the distant edges of himself, where possibilities eventually find their truth, he calls forth a god.

"Brelhemnon, I require your services."

[Hydranova]

From these same corners, the shape of a man in red robes appeared, though what was behind the robes was more robes. Hair grew on his head and whitened, bestowing upon him a mane of blinding white. Around him, three sandglasses emerged, filled with sand. Each sand represented each second of the duration of time- the glasses were time and time was the glasses. Some sand was already at the bottom, for he had the knowledge of the void. No being, deific or otherwise, could cause sand in the bottom to go back in the top.

Starting AP: 15
Create Relic: The Three Measures of Time (-4)
The Measures take the form of three gigantic hourglasses that circle Brelhemnon in his divine form, each one at the point of an equilateral triangle that is constantly rotating with Brelhemnon at the center. In forms he assumes when talking to mortals, they take the shape of three timepieces that are ornate specimen of whatever timepieces the mortal might be familiar with (the positioning becomes whatever the hell he wants then). In any case, they all have the exact same amount of sand in them, and each grain of sand is equal to one second of the universe's total lifespan. Sand in the "top" represents time not yet spent, while sand in the "bottom" represents time spent. Sands fall at one per second. If you tip them upside down, then they merely flow upwards. To help identify, ontop of the "top" is an image of a sun, while under the "bottom" is the image of a crescent moon. Also, they do not merely represent the universe's lifespan- they are it. So trying to shatter the glass is a bad idea.
Ending AP: 11

Brelhemnon nodded, turning instead to the void- to his progenitor. HE cleared his throat, and spoke with a voice of authority, of certainty.

I am but an aspect of you, of creation. What purpose does thou desire of me?

[Draken]

Amaenon's avatar forms additional features to face his... uh, fractured portion at the same time as it faces his brother and undefined gender sibling.

"I require you to watch for a great many things within me, to keep the weal of the created, in all forms creation comes to take."

The avatar turns, for whatever reason, to face Karthull, still.

"Now, I have no intention to stifle your creativity, but first onto matters of concern to death here. A problem has been posed, the dissipation of the energy of the living, following their demise. What could be done to amend this issue?"

[Ajadea]

Ryone laughs, laughs at the fact that all these fledglings, itself included, are still here, laughs at the birth of a new god in these mortal halls. It was not fitting. But it was, in a way. "We've spent so much time in this rude hall; perhaps we should make it our council chamber? Lashar the builder, that is your domain, it is yours to decide...." And the god Ryone fades, dissipates, and reforms anew, on a hillside covered with jewel flowers. His suddenly more corporeal form crashed down onto the dirt, bending and crushing their delicate stems; she watched the puff of glimmering dust that arose from the shocked heads fall to the ground again in an instant. The god stretched out a hand towards the seas above, and grasped at nothing.

Nothing. Ryone shuddered slightly - it had had far too much of Nothing already. And then.... and then it imagined a Something. Not much. Something just strong enough to hold a speck of dust in the air for a while, perhaps. Something just thick enough to make the even light of the stars flicker a bit. Something just there enough to be felt, without impeding the movements of the world.

Ryone breathed out, and the bit of something spread, until it covered the world like a blanket. The ssal's tiny wings beat against the new creation, and the world seemed to stir. "And once, this too used to be. The air... some things we cannot surrender." Ryone stood, and the flowers released another cloud of pollen. It lingered in the newly-made air.


2 AP: Create Land (Air). There's no weather, and the only wind is largely produced by flying ssal and the movements of water - this world's apparent version of the butterfly effect!

AP Remaining: 10

[Yeshon]

The goddess was right, they had been here for a while and he was starting to get bored. But who knows? Maybe the Void could help him out.

Karthull shrugged, "I dunno, I was just eating it. Don't really know why, don't get any power from them. They just taste really good."

He thought for a moment, "Reapers used to be able to keep it together at least long enough to get it to me, somebody took that away from them though."

[Umbranar]

With the sound of a hammer striking metal, Bonduar appears to the god of slaughter and the Void. First he bows slightly to Amaenon's avatar and Ryone, then looks at Karthull. I am the one who changed your reapers slightly. The life essence of the dying mortals is not yours to consume Karthull. Death is a nessecity to maintain life and balance and for that I appreciate your creations. He then turns to Amaenon It is unknown to me where the essence goes at this point but it should be returned to the creator of the mortal to begin the cycle anew. It must certainly not be consumed by one! Bonduar gazes at Karthull as the last words leave his mouth.

[mystic1110]

The Comely Court is aristocratic, ruthless, and predatory. Armanthlis built a society with castes based on cunning and physical attractiveness. From the Lowliest Unblemished to the ugliness of the Peacock, to the Flawless, to the Exemplary, to the Ideal, to the Pure, the top of the pack. Any unblemished could rise to the thrones if they plot well enough, that much has been proved. Yet those who were ugly or disfigured, those who did not scheme enough or good enough, those who weren't Armanthlis' beautiful merfolk, or pretty enough to meet the standards of the comely court are scum and can (or must) be killed. For they were the Blemished, and most of them would think they would deserve to die. For the glamor of the merfolk's was so beautiful that any lesser race would have a powerful (though resistible if their mind is strong enough) urge, impulse and feelings of inferiority - they would think "We'll never be as free as them, as light as them, as beautiful as them; we are animals, and we deserve to die." And even the lowliest merfolk would laugh at them and tell them they are correct before drowning them in the tears of their goddess.

Yet their world is still beautiful beyond imagination, the darkness of the sea bed hiding the darkness of their natures, yet even in the shallow seas they were maidens and studs, dancing beneath the waves and always smiling with diamond teeth.

One day from the halls of the ornate beast, Armanthlis departed alone, aiming to explore the very depths of her ocean, beneath cracks underneath her Rhodium leviathan, who was too large to descend. She raced down to through the ocean currents This was her ocean, and she felt the urge to descend, past the bed, and into the abyss. And in that cold dark abyss she thought of her children, and how none of them even the most beautiful and conniving could match her - none she could call daughter in fact instead of daughter in charity. She took the very darkness of the abyss and twisted it, manipulating the salt of the ocean and it's currents to form a whirlpool in the darkness. And the whirlpool took shape, the shape of the abyss itself: a sinuous black serpent, dark jewels embedded in its flesh. And the serpent intertwined with Armanthlis, her body and her own serpentine tail. It was so beautiful. Dark and powerful. Not her equal, but closer than any other being to exist. And Armanthlis looked at her daughter and kissed her, and laughed her name into the realm, loud enough for the water to carry her voice to the halls of the ornate beast till the entire Comely court heard the sounds of the their Goddess giving birth to another. And they cheered manically, for they loved them both. And what Armanthlis yelled was the new goddesses name:

Eosa!

[Fremen]

From the skies above descended the three seraphs, their feathered wings ruffling in the air as they gently glided down to the fiery mountainside. There they circled until they spotted the diminutive forms of the hard working dwarves, toiling in mines and at forges in disciplined order. They piled the ore they mined high and deep, and from the anvils their smiths produced proud weapons and armours, as well as tongs for the forges, hammers for the anvils, and pickaxes for the mines. They did not notice at first as the three maidens touched down amongst them.

The seraphs were massive by comparison to the dwarves, fully five-fold their height, and although they lacked the stocky build of the forge-masters, it was clear that they were much heavier. Yet for this they still alighted softly upon the earth, their armoured feet making hardly a whisper as they folded their immense wings. "Dun`Bonduar, industrious children of the Lord of Forges, we would speak with you," spoke the foremost of the seraphs in a gently tone.

She waited until the dwarves had settled to the presence of the strange women amongst them before continuing. "Our father, Zahariel, has sent us here with word of your skills as craftsmen of weapons," she said at last, gesturing to the finished weapons that the dwarf smiths had made already. "We ask that you forge swords for us, from our very essences, that we may fight evil and chaos in the Paladin God's name."

With this the other two seraphs approached, their arms cradling the shards of essence from all the seraphs. "We provide you with the only ore you will require for this task," the foremost angel explained. "We are many, and great is the task we would have of you, so we offer you this: if you accept, and forge greatswords for us to deliver to our sisters, then for as long as you remain devoid of evil, and true to law shall the Dun`Bonduar have the protection and friendship of the seraphs of Ellysia."

The three seraphs still still, awaiting the answer of the dwarf guild masters. They were content to remain as silent sentinels until the dwarves had made their decision.

[Hydranova]

Brelhemnon nodded, looking around at the void and creation- too noisy, far too noisy to work in peace. He stretched out his hand, and shifted, coming to a realm of reality that was its own pocket, separate from the other realms. A suitable workspace for him, and a perfect repository for knowledge.

Start AP: 11
Create Plane: Halls of Records (-4)
The Halls are in a separate dimension from the rest of reality, only accesable by deities and anyone who is invited by them. This is Brelhemnon's domain, used as a workspace. It takes the form of a corporate or business-related building that any mortal would be familiar with. However, to others, it takes the shape of a sprawling, golden hall, with hallways leading off and branching off to other rooms, creating and removing rooms as needed.
Ending AP: 7

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Pollen was not all that lingered in the new air, so too did a small portion of the great Black Dragon, Ssa'ron. He had been the essence of the draconian, haughty and ruthless, master of the skies and the earth. From that great essence, from the stale, motionless air, the shard of the former master came alive once more, twisting and knotting, growing into something more than it had once been. From the piece of a former god, and the skies themselves, Haruzar was born, his body was a pale blue, his eyes flashed like lightning, he had long curly hair and beard, the color of black clouds, his upper body was muscular and defined, and he wore nothing but a belt around his waist, below this belt he had no legs, but a twisting whirlwind which tapered to a point. Grinning, Haruzar boomed his arrival "The Tempest of the World, Master of the Air, Prince of the Above, has arrived!"

[Umbranar]

While all the others stared at the tall woman in front of them, observing them in silence, one came forth and started to speak: I am Torgan, Guild Master of the weapon smiths. The task you ask of us is a great one, but it is not beyond our skill. Let me take a look at the material. Torgan approached one of the Seraph and took a shard from her. He inspects it closely trying to imagine the end-result. Wait here he said before turning around and locking the smithy behind him.

The chimney started to bellow smoke and from within the sounds of a hammer striking metal was clear. Several hours went by, the other dwarves silently standing and waiting, until the Dwarven master smith emerged from the smithy.
He called for a two other dwarves to move the sword. Moments later they carried the big sword outside. It was the almost as big as the Seraph were tall, with a slightly golden hue to the metal.
The dwarves seemed to have little trouble lifting the sword with the two of them, working with metal has given them great strength and endurance.
Took me a while to figure out the design but I think you`ll like it once you have given it a few swings. It`s a heavy blade but that`s something you need to practice on. The dwarves lifted the sword so the Seraph had only to take it by its hilt.

[Abscondcrow]

The winged life goddess sat for what felt like an eternity next to a completely still, lifeless Gauldough. They did not breath, they did not age, they were the most physically powerful beings on the planet and they had an endless supply of rock to eat. Yet still, they died. Favora sighed a sad sigh as she rubbed her knuckle over the creatures shoulder, releasing it’s essence and life force, absorbing it into herself before one of the skeletal list-carriers could come and take it themselves.
Why did they die? Because of their dullness, their stupidity. Their utter lack of goal or care. It was the same with the Flaredough. They died less often, but they still died.

Favora stepped over the sands of mount Flare, standing at the waters edge. She observed the merfolk, frolicking in their domain. They were the antithesis of her creations. They were beautiful, they were intelligent, and most importantly, they had a goal: To be loved by their creator, and to love her in turn.
The lack of these things were what killed the Gauldough. But the inclusion of them was what killed the merfolk. They fought over who was the most gorgeous, their intelligence is what made them jealous of one another, and their want to be near the queen of the sea is what ultimately caused them to kill one another.

The tiller of life dived into the water, retrieving the essence and life force of one of the creatures she had been observing, a merman who had met a violent end. She then rose out of the water, flying to her final destination: The home of the dwarves.

These creatures were not beautiful. They were not as physically strong as the others residing on the planet. They aged, and they had scant food to eat. Yet, somehow they survived much more easily. They were intelligent, yet they did not kill each other at every turn. They had a goal, but they worked together to achieve it. They had weaknesses, but they worked together to cover them up. They would make an excellent final piece for Favora’s project.

Moving further into dwarven life, she found one of the first dwarves that had come into existence. The first being that had ever died of old age, and she took from him what she had taken from the other two beings she had harvested this day. Its essence and life force. Leaving then, she left behind a gift as a thank you for the soul she had harvested, “true” plants, plants which were alive, which would feed this species. And any other species that consumed bio matter to come.

Favora flew back to the seas then, dipping her great hoe into them as she arrived. With great effort, and a strained grunt, she tugged with all her might, lifting a landmass from the ocean floor, a great island. .. A continent. This island was easily three times the size of mount Flare’s island, as, in the goddess of Life’s mind, it would not simply host a single tribe of Flaredough. No, it would be home to an entire people. Her people.

Smiling enthusiastically at the thought, Favora warped some of the seeds she has saved before giving them to the dwarves, scattering them across the island, pouring her essence into both them, and the plants she had given to the short-folk., causing them to grow rapidly once off, so that they were no longer merely seeds, but forests, fields, and plots.

The winged life goddess then retrieved an oval shaped rock from the floor she stood on, pouring her more gentle energies into it, causing it to become soft, jelly-like, before switching to giving it her motherly, protective energies, coating the egg in a ruby-coloured egg-shell. She then copied the egg a thousand times over, then a thousand more, scattering the eggs throughout the continent in clutches of Twenty to fifty.

She then picked up another rock, concentrating her energy on it, making it soft, leathery. Shaping it into an appropriate form and causing it to grow fur, she released it into the world, copying it many times more than she had done for the egg.

Favora then realized that her little egg clutches would not survive without help, protection, thus she flew to each egg cluster in turn, quickly using her divine essence to speed up the growth of six to eight eggs, and their inhabitants, causing them to hatch and grow into adults in mere seconds. She granted them a language of their own, explained who she was, who they were, and what their purpose was.

“You are the Zal’zakoth. Youou are my children.” She finished with that simple sentence, before flying up into the cosmos to view her people from above.


Create Life AP 1: Created "normal" plants, akin to those found on earth, tomatoes, grain, rice, potatoes, apples, those sorts of things. These were given to the dwarves, as well as scattered and grown randomly on the new continent. Tropical plants were also created, scattered and grown randomly on the new continent, such as coconut, cocoa and various non-food producing trees.

Create Land AP 2: Created the yet-to-be named continent which currently belongs to the Zal'zakoth

Create Life AP 1: Created small to medium mammalian animals. Rats, foxes, skunks, that sort of thing. Placed them on the continent of the Zal'zakoth, where they can survive on the plants and each other.

Create Life AP 1: Created the Zal'zakoth. Predominantly blue lizardmen, though they sometimes have varying colours thanks to the merfolk essence. They are a chaotic neutral race, who believe staunchly in all the gods, but as of yet only worship Favora. They highly respect strangth in combat, and skill in ones chosen profession. They believe the weak (of their race) must be protected, but must earn their place, instead of being mollycoddled. The Zal'zakoth speak their own language, a complex mix of hisses, snaps and clicks, and can usually get their point across a lot better than either of the "Dough" species, however, their sentences usually end up being extremely long, and can sound annoying to those not of their race.

Create Lesser Concept AP 1: The Zal'zakoth believe in helping those of your on race who need it, but those who you have helped will owe you a dept, and have to prove that they are worthy of help. On the other hand, if they see an injured being of another race, they would probably kill, skin and eat it for dinner without a second thought.

Ap left: 0

[Ajadea]

Eosa! The words rang out, clear and strong.

A... niece? Ryone supposed it was so. And so his sister Armanthlis had become a mother... as had Ryone, it seemed, though mother in this case might well be somewhat of an erroneous term. Ryone drifted upwards to meet its newest creation, colors shifting to match the eyes of the newest, youngest, god. "Welcome to the new world, Haruzar of the Above. I am Ryone."

[Yeshon]

Fires smouldered inside Karthull's eye sockets, he professed certainty and ignorance in the same breath? He dares to preach to me!

"If you're gonna talk about things you don't know about at least pretend to know. You say the Life Essence is not mine to consume and that it should go to the creators of a particular race? Then say you have no idea what happens if I don't consume it?"

Karthull leaned back pretending he had no interest in this conversation,

"'Sides who says what should happen? We're gods! There is no one that can tell us what should or should not be."

New life, new gods, the Reapers' lists grew longer and the world began to set itself up for the next great tragedy and he would be the one to cause it.

Karthull would smile if he could.

[Fremen]

The lead seraph reached down and wrapped her gauntletted palm around the grip of the greatsword. With a deft motion she lifted the massive blade upright, holding it skyward before her as her silver eyes traced the length of it. With a strength and quickness that belied her slender form she swept the blade about her in great arcs, feeling its balance. She alternated between one hand and two before finally swinging the sword up before her once again. It was a marvelous thing, almost perfect, but for that it was not of her own essence, and thus not attuned to her.

Nodding approvingly she bade her sisters place the rest of the shards down upon the ground, and passed the finished weapon off to one of them. Looking back down to the dwarf guild master the seraph spoke, "You have created a weapon worthy of my sister, and from her do I give thanks. I would ask you and your guild continue your fine work, and forge weapons for us all."

The seraph holding the blade spread her wings and took to the sky as gracefully as a raptor, the greatsword clutched close with both her hands. She quickly became just a fleeting speck in the clouds, but soon even that was gone and she could be seen no more.

In the cloud-fortress of Elyssia the seraph landed upon the battlements and knelt before her sister, the greatsword forged by the dwarves proffered upon her hands. The guardian angel picked up her blade, and a smile lit up her face as she tested its heft and balance. The seraph who delivered the weapon took joy in her sister's happiness, and then swiftly took flight again, for soon enough there would be many more blades; the daughters of Zahariel numbered in legions.

Upon his throne sat the Paladin God, and he watched through the white walls with his golden eyes at his children, and his smile spread. There was great evil in this young world, and the threat of more to come with little truly good to stand against it; but for that he felt hope and happiness. "Thank you, my brother," he whispered to the world below.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Haruzar watched the shifting god approach him, rising to meet the god creature. "Ryone hmm? What is that to me?"

[Hydranova]

Brelhemnon viewed the world from the Halls, looking out upon creation through one of the "windows" that was there. Sighing, he scolded himself for losing track of what happened every second from every being's perspective. He couldn't remember it all, or remember to remember it all, or remember to remember to remember it all, and such and such ad naseum. Best to write it down and keep it for later reference.

Starting AP: 7
Create Relic: The Tome of Records of All That Has Transpired (-4)
The Tome takes the form of any type of item that contains knowledge (book, scroll, sticky-note, etc.) that the viewer subconsciously wants to view it as. The purpose of the Tome is to be a repository of everything- its pages are endless, and what is written down cannot be unwrit by anything short of divine derps. In addition, like the Measures anything written down becomes one and the same as the event it describes. The Tome itself is, like the Measures, immune to paltry attacks, though like the Measures it provides no RCR bonus.
Ending AP:3

And so Brelhemnon took delight in writing down what he saw and recorded. However, an idea struck his mind. Of two species, the Reapers and the Seraphs had stuck out as odd, being beings with an ordained purpose. Brelhemnon closed his eyes, and split (temporarily) two different forms, one going to a group of ten reapers and another going to a group of ten seraphs. For each group, he (or she for the Seraphs, given that the seraphs have no males) appeared as one of them, but with ornate garbs and an...aura around him. The same message went out to the two groups-

I seek aides, cohorts, to help categorize, quantify all things, thoughts, actions. I ask that you ten assist me.

[Yeshon]

I seek aides, cohorts, to help categorize, quantify all things, thoughts, actions. I ask that you ten assist me.

The Reapers answered with a soft hiss, "We cannot, our lists must be followed. We respect your wishes to gather knowledge, but for us, the only knowledge we have is the list. We are unknowing as our creator intended."

Reapers have OCD.

[Ajadea]

"I am the god of memory and changes, and the creator of the sky over which you reign," Ryone replies, the hint of a smile gracing its malleable form. Its tones were most notable for the lack of things within them - no indignation or righteousness infused its words. Indeed, Ryone cared not whether it was recognized as a god, but it was rude not to answer questions. "I did not know that there was still enough of the old gods left, that one of our kind could still be born without the will of another bringing them into being."

[Anecronwashere]

A brief breeze fills the Hallsof Record as an old man walks inside
"Greetings new god. I am Shtirge, God of Life and Undead. I have come to introduce myself."

[Draken]

The Great Beyond gathered his dust as a great nebulous eye above the clouds wrought by Ryone, watching curiously as Favora went about her business with her newest creations of flesh and bark. And listening intently as Armanthlis gave birth to her daughter.

Meanwhile, his avatar thought next to Karthull.

"The answer, death, is an energy pattern. Much like this one I wear."

Amaenon raises his arms, energy coursing through his avatar's body.

"A pattern to hold fast onto the energy so that it will not dissipate, yes, yes. Mobility and sapience as well, so that it can make use of the energy accumulated!"

Amaenon projects some of the limitless energy of his avatar into an orb, and using deft hands of thought he shapes it into a blank figure not unlike himself, but distinctly smaller, just a bit larger than your average Gauldough or Merfolk, indeed.

"Ah yes, excellent. Adaptable, variable... Hmm... Might be a bit to tight, I don't think they can part with the energy they accumulate. I hope that is not a problem with you, death."

Energies of the great beyond surge across the most distant heavens, as Amaenon begins forging these entities in great numbers.

8 AP enter.

4 AP - Create Greater Life: Archons. These primordial energy beings are sapient energy patterns suited for the accumulation of various forms of forces within their bodies. The vast majority become elemental beings of various tastes. But others integrate more exotic forms of energy into them.

4 AP left.

[Elemental]

And Eosa knew life. And she knew sentience and sensation.
She swam around her Mother, and delighted in the feel of the water against her skin and the coldness of the darkness. She laughed with her Mother and delighted in her existence.
Hmm... Could she communicate?
Greetings Mother. Is this to be our home?
The water was a touch damp... Nice and cold though. She'd get used to the dampness to be with her Mother.
It is lovely Mother! Did you make it yourself?
Maybe she could change form to be more like her?
Eosa abruptly changed into a humanoid form dressed in a black gown and veil.
Seems she couldn't get the mixture of serpent and mammal correct. Still... The glass on her dress was nice, and the veil gave her an air of mystery!

[Maugan Ra]

Lashar smiled endlessly to himself as he walked the world, ideas fighting for supremacy in his mind. He looked at the Gauldough, and saw in them great potential, his chosen children to tunnel beneath the earth and impose order on the chaos. Except...

The God paused, and frowned to himself. Except, they weren't his children, not really. He had given them society, family, a fledging nation that would perhaps one day be an Empire of its own... but he had not given them life. And before he enacted any of his many ambitious projects upon them, it would perhaps be prudent to speak with the one who had.

So it was that he emerged from the dark beneath the earth and strode up into the heavens, seeking the one who had first breathed life into the burrowing creatures. She was not hard to find, thankfully, and Lashar drew himself to a halt.

"Favora, my... sister, I suppose. I would like to speak with you about the Gauldough, though perhaps I should have done so already."

[Umbranar]

Bonduar looked at Karthull and then to a reaper who visited a Gauldough who just past away. The reaper looked at the scroll and took the life essence, just to let it flow away into nothingness. This is not how its supposed to be. I will alter my curse on the reapers for now, they will not bring all the essence to you Karthull but only a little. They are you creation so you deserve some of the essence. Still most of the essence will be returned to the creator of the mortal that died so that it might be of use later on. This will complete the cycle and should balance things out in our existance. Bonduar reached out to the reaper and touched its scroll. For a brief moment the scrolls of all reapers glowed and an extra line was added to it. Behind the name of the creature to be taken was the name of its creator. Harvest the life essence of those you visit like you used to do. Return a small portion to your God and the rest to the creator of the one you visited. Do this and I will not interfere with your purpose anymore.

Bonduar then dissappeared as he had come, with the sound of a hammer striking metal. From above the world he looked down at his Dun`Bonduar. They seemed to like the plants Favora created but had no practical use for them. The dwarves had lived on little food till know, most of it moss they found underground. It was time to introduce a new profession to them. He planted the idea of a tool to be able to harvest the new plants, a hoe, in the mind of one dwarf. The dwarf was assigned to the Toolcrafters Guild and started to create the tool the next day after he had watched the plants for a while. After he finished the tool he started to harvest some tomatoes and started to experiment with it. He found that the plants could be eaten right of the plant and did not need much processing. He did the same to the rice, patatoes and other plants and found uses for them. Other dwarves joined in and soon farming was commenced in groups. Some readied the soil while others processed the products. The Foodproducers Guild was born.

Bonduar looked up to the skies and whispered: Thank you for your gift to my people, Lady Favora. He then spoke to his Dun`Bonduar Listen my children, you will send a small deligation to the Gauldough, they know of trade. You will offer them you friendship and whatever tool they might need. In return, you will ask them to help your mining efforts since they feed on rock but leave the ores alone. Do not bother bringen them pickaxes. I am not sure what they need exactly but try to befriend them. Within an worldly hour, a group of 10 dwarves headed out with a variety of tools, weapon, armor and some of their food towards Gauldough territory.

AP available: 3
Create Concept 1 AP - Farming
Bless Reapers/Alter Curse on Reapers 1AP - The reapers now collect the life essence of dying creatures as they did before. However, the biggest portion is brought back to the god that created the mortal and a small portion goes to Karthull who created the reapers.
AP left: 1

[mystic1110]

Armanthlis danced in the darkness, where not even the opal anglerfish went and told her daughter laughingly

Yes princess, all beneath the waves is mine, as are you...now come with me to our thrones and we shall feast and play!

With that she took the dark veiled mermaid and flicked her tail and led her up towards the halls of the ornate beast and the Comely court. Once there she entered and all the merfolk sang praises to the beauty of their mother and the beauty of her daughter. Some kissed their hands, others either slew blemished presented their tails to the queens and others gave them written poetry, pretty as jewels. Armanthlis, smiled and led her daughter to the center of the halls of the ornate east, the throne room. As it were there were ten thrones, and Armanthlis sat on one, she allowed the merfolk to plot and connive for the other nine. But now she announced laughingly to the comely court

My daughter shall rule with me, upon one of the thrones.... let the games begin!

It was like an explosion of activity. Each of the nine merfolk rulers, had been plotting against the other. Careful plans. Slow. But with one throne gone, that meant one of them had to fall from grace or die. The rest of the comely court sprung into action. Whenever a throne was about to fall, even an unthroned peacock could rise to it! And so in the center of the room Armanthlis held her daughter lovingly, while a thousand plots and betrayals happened at once, until only eight were siting on the thrones, and the comely court was laughing again and cleaning up the bodies and glittering jewels (although it was hard to tell which was which) from the floor, singing about the night their goddess brought the veiled lady home. Legends and heroes (for the best plotters were who the merfolk sang about) were made that night, and when Oasa and Armanthlis assumed the remaining two thrones, the merfolk all bowed low and sang their praises. And Armanthlis beamed with pride.... and vanity.

Yet behind that smile was a hint of displeasure, some were stealing from her, raising the sands beneath her tears to stand above them? The sand was made from the jewels of fish, merfolk and coral. That sand was hers, and yet there were some who sought to diminish it by taking it out of her domain. It was unacceptable! Yet she will do nothing for today. Today was for her daughter, who sat on one of the thrones, veiled and mysterious. Already some mermaids were emulating their new goddess/princess/queen, especially the darker tailed ones, a maiden of half onyx and ruby wore a beautiful Snowflake Obsidian veil. Pockmarked with white as Snowflake Obsidian was known to do. Although others soon joined the style: a dainty matron, pure of Zircon, wore a striking gold veil. Merfolk were into high fashion, and high fashion was as temperamental as their plots.

[Abscondcrow]

Favora watched as all the races went about their days. Some going deeper and deeper into the rock, the soil, some living a life of intrigue and political turmoil and others still roaming the lands, hunting, fighting and worshipping their selective deities. The gods were nothing without these mortals. And the mortals were nothing without them. She smiled softly... It was a very symbiotic relationship, give and take. And it was the same with all her brothers and sisters, as well as their children, so why were it necessary to create weapons of war? Why was it needed to force adulation, and restrict worship to but one god, the creator? It made no sense.

Feeling another divine being draw near, Favora stole herself. She did not want to show her annoyed state of to her siblings. She had to appear strong, so as to negate any want for picking on her children, her friends.
“Ah, brother Lashar. To see you face to face, finally, it is good.” Saying this, the lady of life turned to face the fledgling planet, making a single waving gesture over it, brightening up the souls of each Gauldough tremendously, for but a second, allowing their positions to be easily seen by each and every god. “You wish to speak of my children..? Or perhaps I should say “our” children. After all, was it not you who raised them up like a father, took their primitive nature and made it refined?” she smiled yet again. Her words were the truth, Lashar had, infact been the primary catalyst of the Gauldoughs refinement. For that Favora was greatful.

Down below on the planet, the dwarves had made their way to one of the larger Gauldough trading posts. Negotiations were quick, friendly and fruitful. The Gauldough were more than happy to aid the dwarves in their mining in exchange for better armor than the weak, thin items they had made from the jewel plants scattered around mount Flare, or for containers in which to store excess food. And what they had to do in return for these useful items was something they loved anyway, that they were born to do. The hacked with great speed at the walls of the dwarven mines, consuming with glee the slate, gravel and other types of stone they encountered. It was a good deal, it was a good life.

[Elemental]

Eosa looked around. Her Mother's court was very bright. She had much preferred the darkness. Maybe she'd get used to it.
She watched in silence as the Merfolk praised her beauty and as some began to imitate her outfit. Maybe she would like it here... Being worshipped was rather nice. Perhaps Mother wouldn't mind if she occasionally spent some time on her own though?
Mother... Do you mind if I go and look at the oceans for a bit? I have not seen very much of them yet, and I am so eager to look upon your art.
And maybe go see about the rest of the Universe... Surreptitiously of course. She couldn't spend all of her time here after all. There were things to see and to do!

[mystic1110]

Of course! I often leave the halls of the ornate beast to explore my domain. Remember all beneath the waves is mine, and you may play with it as you will, you will be safe and loved. Enjoy yourself my serpent [a term of endearment]! There will always be a throne open for you, when you wish to return!

Now their was a glint in Armanthlis eyes, for what she has she does not let go, easily, but then just as suddenly as it appeared it vanished, and their was only smiles and laughter in her eyes.

[Maugan Ra]

"Indeed, I suppose in a sense that terminology is correct. Interesting, I hadn't considered it quite that way before." Lashar is silent for a time as he looks down on the world below. His features are hidden as always behind the pale mask he wears, but there might perhaps be an almost paternal pride there as he watches the various life forms grow and develop.

"In any case, I came to ask of you had further plans for the Dough. I have some great works in mind, but they would by their very nature leave a great imprint on the psyche of the race, and alter their future course in ways I perhaps cannot quite predict. Before I embarked on the course, I felt I should see if doing so would ruin any plans you might have in place already. I do not wish conflict between the Gods, after all."

There may have been one or two lies in there, Lashar reflected, but at least they were minor ones, and the broad points of the statement were true enough.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Haruzar's laugh was rolling thunder, a sound not heard since before the two great powers had clashed, and all had fallen. Such mighty gods no doubt had enough power to grant countless lesser gods life, but I would be surprised if one such as I got the lesser of it"

[Elemental]

Eosa farewelled her Mother and left the glamour of the Court behind her. In truth, it had given her a slight headache. But still, it was nice in its own way.
Upon exited the Leviathan, she transformed into a serpent once again and swum to the surface. That seemed to be a good place to begin one's explorations.
In no time, she breached the surface of the waves, and immediately the sun got in her eyes. She screamed in pain.
Who put that giant orb of fire there!
Not waiting for a response, Eosa returned to near the bottom of the ocean and contented herself with plotting revenge against the Orb in a very childish manner.
Know this servants of the Orb... I shall bring into your minds such terror that you will wish death was upon you...
At once, nightmares and visions, horrible in all ways filled the minds of those who lived by the Orb'sSun's light.
And that morning, the Sun did not rise.
The mortals would panic indeed...

Starting AP: 15
Curse: First Nightmare. All that live on the surface are afflicted with this dream, and it's not a pleasant one.
Needless to say, Eosa has announced herself to the foolish mortals.
Curse: The Sun is blotted out, and shall remain so for several days.
Remaing AP: 13

As you can tell, Eosa is a bit childish at this stage.
Also, I'm working towards to fear (terror) domain.

[Draken]

Even as he entertains himself with Karthull, Amaenon's greater self cannot so easily be focused on such a tiny part of itself, and stays watchful of transpiring events.

It is much to his chagrin when the sun he made is darkened, such gall inspires a number of stars to glow with an eerie scarlet, pinting the seas with the tincture of blood and taking away a bit of the colors of the world.

From the distance, forcefull comets fall down on the world, bearing those hollow patterns of force that the Great Beyond forged, they fall upon the lands and upon the seas and on the skies and within the depths, and feed gladly on the elements they find to become small maelstroms of the building blocks of reality, they are Archons of the Great Beyond.

The nebulous eye on the heavens knows who to seek but not where to look, and sends its archons down to the depths to find Eosa. Those archons not of water churning the oceans with their alien presence.

[Fremen]

Upon the watchtowers of Elyssia the seraphs shifted uncomfortably, their new-forged blades held ready. The new figure before them had appeared suddenly, without any consideration for the fortifications; obviously a being of such power as to far exceed their own, yet they did not sense hostility or deception when it spoke to them. Quickly one of the guardians took flight from her sisters, who held watch over the new god, and made all haste to the keep of the Scion of the Justice.

When she reached his throne and knelt before it, he spoke before she could explain. "I know what has happened, my daughter. This is a matter for the gods, so you may consider your part in this played." He waited until the seraph had departed, relieved, before his raised himself up from his chair and took Warsong in hand.

With but a thought he stood beside Brelhemnon, his armoured form shining brightly. "Hail Brelhemnon," he said in greeting. "I am Zahariel, creator and master of Elyssia and the seraphs. You would seek cohorts in your divine tasks, but I tell you that my seraphs can not aid you in this, for they are warriors, and warriors alone."

There was something in Brelhemnon that reminded Zahariel strongly about himself, for he too was forged by the Chronicler's fleeting essence. As such he did not feel as comfortable as he would have figured in flatly rejecting the wishes of this younger deity. "I offer you this instead," he said after a long pause. "I require a race of beings to act as messengers, to carry forth word and deed between the mortal world and my own. I will give until you ten of these then, to act as your aides."

With that he closed his radiant eyes and held out his hand, palm upright; and upon his gauntlet stood a small being. She was less than half the height of the seraphs, and lacked the same armour, but she shared the silver eyes and beautiful wings, and in her hands she bore a scroll in a case. Around her winged shoulders was a harness, and from it hung several more of these scroll-cases, while tucked behind one ear was a feather quill-pen. With a deft motion from Zahariel there were suddenly many where only a moment before there had been one, but unlike the seraphs, who were all but twins to one another, these little creatures varied quite drastically. Each had the same silver eyes and great wings, but the colours of hair and feathers differed between them; some wings resembled hawks, others sparrows or doves, while their hair ranged from white to brown, including golden blonde and the occasional black. They also had males in their ranks, and angelic though they were, they lacked the agelessness and other worldliness of the seraphs; it was clear that these were a mortal race.

"You shall be my Therms" he said to the attendant crowd. "You too shall dwell in Elyssia, when your duties do not call you elsewhere, but not for you is the task of war. Instead, you shall be bringers of my words and will, and act as messengers for any who would speak with me."

He looked back to Brelhemnon. "You may choose any ten to act as you would wish, so long as it does not subvert their nature. In time they were perish gently of age, and when one does fall you may choose another. As long as your task is one of order, and not in league with evil, then you shall ever have ten Therms at your beck and call."

Before he could speak again he felt a chill, and turning he saw only darkness where there should be light. His gentle smile faded, and the new-made Therms shifted nervously at his feet. "Go now, to Elyssia, and be quick in your journey," he whispered quickly to them, and without hesitation they took flight. Soon I will confront the evils of this world, and put an end to their petty games, he thought to himself.

Starting AP: 2

Create Life (1): Therms. Like the seraphs they are capable of flight, but they are a wholly mortal race, despite dwelling (for the moment) in Elyssia. They will act as messengers, and will soon visit the mortal races.

Remaining AP: 1

[Hydranova]

The Reapers answered with a soft hiss, "We cannot, our lists must be followed. We respect your wishes to gather knowledge, but for us, the only knowledge we have is the list. We are unknowing as our creator intended."

Reapers have OCD.

You will be able to fulfill your lists, do not distress, fret. You must merely record all observations you witness, see, that it will be recorded. And surely, time is irrelvant? And your lists. Do you not have brethen to aid you?


A brief breeze fills the Hallsof Record as an old man walks inside
"Greetings new god. I am Shtirge, God of Life and Undead. I have come to introduce myself."

Brelhemnon's office was empty. On the door to it, written in floating streams of sand, was a note saying that he was out, and the good visitor could make an appointment if it would not be a bother. Brelhemnon was very professional. A slate of rock appeared before Shtirge, along with a quill made out of piercing fire.


Upon the watchtowers of Elyssia the seraphs shifted uncomfortably, their new-forged blades held ready. The new figure before them had appeared suddenly, without any consideration for the fortifications; obviously a being of such power as to far exceed their own, yet they did not sense hostility or deception when it spoke to them. Quickly one of the guardians took flight from her sisters, who held watch over the new god, and made all haste to the keep of the Scion of the Justice.

When she reached his throne and knelt before it, he spoke before she could explain. "I know what has happened, my daughter. This is a matter for the gods, so you may consider your part in this played." He waited until the seraph had departed, relieved, before his raised himself up from his chair and took Warsong in hand.

With but a thought he stood beside Brelhemnon, his armoured form shining brightly. "Hail Brelhemnon," he said in greeting. "I am Zahariel, creator and master of Elyssia and the seraphs. You would seek cohorts in your divine tasks, but I tell you that my seraphs can not aid you in this, for they are warriors, and warriors alone."

There was something in Brelhemnon that reminded Zahariel strongly about himself, for he too was forged by the Chronicler's fleeting essence. As such he did not feel as comfortable as he would have figured in flatly rejecting the wishes of this younger deity. "I offer you this instead," he said after a long pause. "I require a race of beings to act as messengers, to carry forth word and deed between the mortal world and my own. I will give until you ten of these then, to act as your aides."

With that he closed his radiant eyes and held out his hand, palm upright; and upon his gauntlet stood a small being. She was less than half the height of the seraphs, and lacked the same armour, but she shared the silver eyes and beautiful wings, and in her hands she bore a scroll in a case. Around her winged shoulders was a harness, and from it hung several more of these scroll-cases, while tucked behind one ear was a feather quill-pen. With a deft motion from Zahariel there were suddenly many where only a moment before there had been one, but unlike the seraphs, who were all but twins to one another, these little creatures varied quite drastically. Each had the same silver eyes and great wings, but the colours of hair and feathers differed between them; some wings resembled hawks, others sparrows or doves, while their hair ranged from white to brown, including golden blonde and the occasional black. They also had males in their ranks, and angelic though they were, they lacked the agelessness and other worldliness of the seraphs; it was clear that these were a mortal race.

"You shall be my Therms" he said to the attendant crowd. "You too shall dwell in Elyssia, when your duties do not call you elsewhere, but not for you is the task of war. Instead, you shall be bringers of my words and will, and act as messengers for any who would speak with me."

He looked back to Brelhemnon. "You may choose any ten to act as you would wish, so long as it does not subvert their nature. In time they were perish gently of age, and when one does fall you may choose another. As long as your task is one of order, and not in league with evil, then you shall ever have ten Therms at your beck and call."

Before he could speak again he felt a chill, and turning he saw only darkness where there should be light. His gentle smile faded, and the new-made Therms shifted nervously at his feet. "Go now, to Elyssia, and be quick in your journey," he whispered quickly to them, and without hesitation they took flight. Soon I will confront the evils of this world, and put an end to their petty games, he thought to himself.

Starting AP: 2

Create Life (1): Therms. Like the seraphs they are capable of flight, but they are a wholly mortal race, despite dwelling (for the moment) in Elyssia. They will act as messengers, and will soon visit the mortal races.

Remaining AP: 1

I do not require their eternal devotion to the task I would have. I seek to make this offer to ten of each enlightened race, that I would have a record of all things from all perspectives. They will still be warriors- but these ten will also be scribes. They will merely record any obervations, witnessings, they might make, to be recorded for all. Brelhemnon, meanwhile, pointed to ten of the Therms. However, he hung around, still having more to say. They will still have time to do tasks you require of them, but do they not have kindred that might take up their burdens? Is ten such a great percentage?

Starting AP: 3
Create Organization: The Administrators of Reality (-2)
The Admins of reality get their own little offices in the Halls, and consist of ten members of each sentient race, greater or lesser. They get, as part of their perks, the ability to teleport to and fro the Halls, as well as the ability to write down things in the Records. More to come when I infuse em tomorrow.
End AP:1

[Anecronwashere]

Shtirge quickly wrote out an appointment and waited for the return of the God, idly watching his Bone-Forged explore their world as he waited.


The Bone-Forged had adapted quickly to their new environs, avoiding the dangerous jungles to colonize the verdant plains and mountains.
Their number grew like all numbers do, forming the hives and families similar o the more traditional Garldough.

[Yeshon]

The Bone forged were expanding, that was a problem. They didn't need to eat and they had to be killed to die, worse, anyone could join the ranks of the undead, oh sure immortality without consequence, who'd want that?!

At least he was getting life essence again, he moved the Forge god off the jerk list and into the NYD list.

"All right guy, take care." The dwarves were a possibility, he just had to convince them that the undead were a threat. Heck, anyone would work as long as long as they hated the bonewrought.

He almost missed when the Void talked about his archons, "Do I mind? Not really, I don't really care about those types of beings. Otherwise I wouldn't have made my Reapers immortal."

Of course in his mind such immortal beings would face far more pain then any other over the course of their lives, possibly manipulated into Slaughter!

And they were seeking out the goddess that managed to piss the Void off, why the heck would he mind creatures that started wars?! His Reapers would be busy soon enough and the reduction imposed by the other god was getting more and more irrelevant.

The undead were a problem, but they could be taken care of soon enough.

After he finished with the Void, he had a sister to speak to. Someone who was more potentially unstable than he was!

The Reapers

The ten reapers considered Brelhemnon for a moment, "Very well, we will record what we can, as long as it does not interfere with our lists and our duties."

[Ajadea]

There was a touch of haughtiness in that tone, and Ryone did not much like it. "No god is above or below any other. If you think otherwise, perhaps you should speak to Armanthlis. I understand that her merfolk worship her above all else...." And it understood some other things about the merfolk as well, but Hazorus would see that for himself.

The conversation, in its mind, over, Ryone turned away and, on a whim, rose above the air to see the world in full. As it spun in dimensions beyond mortal understanding, the god saw for itself what its kin had created. There were things.... things that could be interesting. It descended again, to the land of the Zal'zakoth, invisible to mortal eyes. As it fell, the light of the angered stars seemed to bathe the world in blood.

And it took just one seed from each plant, and one male and one female from each type of animal, and the smallest egg of a Zal'zakoth's clutch. The seeds, Ryone multiplied a thousand thousand fold, and scattered them across the world so that all lands had their fruits and their plants. The males and females, she placed, so that each land too would have its life, and he blessed them so that ill fortune would not end their lives. But the egg remained hidden and safe. The time for that was not yet at hand.

Now, Ryone raised itself up to Elyssia, and stole away into the halls. It drifted over to a resting seraph, and regarded it dispassionately. The mortal life closest to being gods, the servants of good in this universe... yes, that would do. He passed an invisible hand over the seraph's eyes, lulling it into a deep sleep. Now she plucked away the longest feather from each wing, and moved on.

Falling once more. Plummeting through the void, through mountains and bedrock. The Dun'Bonduar reigned here, over rocks and metals and the cold caverns below. Ryone drifted into the hall of one of their guilds and watched them for a long time. When it disappeared, so too did a single brass bell, no larger than a thumb. The discarded work of an apprentice, but beautiful in its disharmony.

It did not dare to make itself solid when it plunged into the waters, lest the treasures it held be lost. But the beauty of the seas was not lost on Ryone - the god waited a long moment before it moved on. The currents pushed Ryone onwards, driving him towards what she sought... the Comely Court. It did not need to go very close to the great halls in order to find what it sought. A dying merfolk floated in the water. Its tail glimmered with all the colors of a rainbow. Ryone reached within the merfolk's chest and drew out the heart, still warm and pulsing. After a moment's hesitation, it took a little more.

Now he rose up, clutching the treasures close to his chest. Now she climbed up on to the shore, gasping for breath and dripping wet. The final ingredient... well, there was a lot of that around. Ryone knelt in the damp sand and began to work, shaping the dirt and forcing it to hold. A head, two arms, two legs. Simple enough. But one... one would have more.

The heart hidden in the center, still warm, still spurting blood. Death to life, twisting the cycle. An interesting precedent. Each feather was long enough to stretch from shoulder to ankle. Though the egg was small, the stomach still ended up somewhat rounded to accommodate it. The bell would be a voice - not a perfect voice, for it was not a perfect bell - but a voice that would ring out across the world for all to hear. Dirt to flesh and stones to bone... A drop of divine ichor fell onto the sculpture's lips.

Eyelids fluttered open. The stolen scales glittered in their eyes. A new being lay on the shore. And for a moment, a being that could have been a twin to the new creation hovered above, sunlight piercing through translucent flesh and eyes glowing like twin stars. "You are Rasa, first of your kind. And whatever happens, never forget... you are made in the image of the gods."

"I-" But before the sentence was finished, the other was gone, and only the one being remained on the shore.

She reached up to where the being had been, and found only air. All around her, the others began to stir.
----
From its perch on the highest peak, Ryone watched. No more guidance for now. Only chance and choice. This was going to be interesting.


Moving right along...

1 AP: Bless (Life): I THINK this would be appropriate for the relocation of life from the Zal'zakoth's continent to everywhere else. Tell me if it isn't.

1 AP: Create Life: Humans. Given that we had all these humanoid gods...

4 AP: Create Legendary Hero(es). Rasa is the first human, and her bloodline contains divine essence. While Rasa herself is just as mortal as the rest of the humans, upon her death, one of her descendants gains that power. Given that there is literally 1 tribe of humans in existence at present, maybe 100 or so in total... give it a few hundred years and tracking down the new legendary hero could be a real pain. Which is exactly the way the god of change, upheaval, and chaos wants it!

[Maugan Ra]

Lashar stared as he witnessed the sun going out, and the archons descending to locate the one responsible.

"My apologies, sister, but it seems I'm going ahead anyway. I cannot delay and converse with you right now... I will not see them destroyed in the in-fighting before their potential can be realized. Oh no, not this time..."

With that, he fell from the sky once more,descending back into the depths of the earth with almost unseemly haste. He swept through the Gauldough nation, scattering his gifts of knowledge and purpose into the minds of all he passed, breathing a little of his very being into the essence of the rough beasts beneath the ground.

In his passing, the Gauldough moved with new purpose, closing off tunnels and digging new ones in carefully planned works. They raised fortifications around the perimeter of their realm, and built all manner of ingenious traps into the city-states within, devices that made it all-but impossible for one not of the Gauldough to pass unharmed. At the same time, others set to work renovating existing works, making beauty where previously there had been only functionality. Under the earth, the world changed.


So yeah, Lashar basically panicked slightly at the thought that his precious new children might get hurt in the cross-fire, and thus went and made the Gauldough into a fortified culture, hiding away where it was mostly safe beneath the world. They'll come out again, but not until the surface world doesn't look like the apocolypse...
9AP at start
2AP - Infuse the Gauldough
1AP - Create lesser concept - Fortifications
1AP - Create lesser concept - Traps
1AP - Curse the Gauldough with an isolationist mindset, creating the idea that the world outside their fortress cities is a strange and dangerous place. They still accept traders, but they don't send out parties of their own anymore.
3AP - Gain domain - Life (Subterranian), to reflect Lashar's focus. He'll add in more Subterranian life forms later, hence the more general category for now.
1AP left at the end.

[Elemental]

Eosa sees the archons searching for here. Ah... The agents of the accursed sun pursue her!
Well, she planned on not being found.
She dived, and when she reached the rock of the sea floor, she continued to dive, punching through the rock at great speed. She moved under the surface of the Earth, carving out caverns and twisting labyrinths. Underground rivers began to flow and lakes pooled.
Everything beneath was in perfect undisrupted darkness. Perfect. No one would ever find her unless she wanted to be found.

Starting AP: 13
Curse: Earthquakes: Eosa's actions cause the land to shake violently. 1AP
Create Land: The Underworld. A realm of twisting passages and dark caverns. Each chamber is different. Some are near to the surface and light floods through the opening, most are so deep that the Sun is merely legend.
There are caverns containing lakes and seas, caverns with walls covered in crystals, caverns where hundred of stalactites hang ominously over head and so many more that description would take far too long. 2AP
Remaining AP: 10

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Haruzar

The Highest Divine scoffed as the other god left. He supposed he could not blame it for not recognizing his greatness, he was only newborn after all. In time Ryone would see the error of its statement. Some gods WERE higher than others, and some were lower. And all were below Haruzar.

Twisting left and right, Haruzar decided he would observe this world before acting. It would not do to be rash and overly impassioned in this matter. It would not reflect well upon him to act childish, especially in these so important early days. He took off to the East, intending to watch the mortals and the world, and to meet the gods as they appeared to him.

[mystic1110]

Let it not be said that the comely court was unstable. Lone nights, like the fabled night of the veiled daughter were rare and far in between. Most plots between families were subtle and took years. The night of the veiled daughter, became legend - a throne lost, the goddesses new favorite, two princes struck down and a princess raised (No merfolk ruler took the title of queen or king, they were respectful of the golden queen of salt - only she was a queen and empress - a god). Generally out of the eight remaining thrones, five rulers had been there since the comely court had began. And the rise of the peacock prince has been so long ago.

But legends bring with them change. Merwoman quickly took the veil. It allowed plots of mistaken identities, husbands found with other women to the shame of all, secrets told to the wrong person, merfolk assassinated by people they thought their friends. Armanthlis and the merfolk loved it. Suspicion was the flavor of the month, but then again it always was. The night of the veiled daughter brought to the merfolk the practice of wearing masks. Even men began to were masquerade masques to court and even outside the halls of the ornate beast merfolk wore masques, which only added to their glamour. Their beauty multiplied a thousand fold. It's amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness, fish followed them and any mortal race who caught a glimpse of them beneath the waves, willingly drowned to follow them to the depths of the waves. Armanthlis allowed her people in-mortal beauty.

And yet the lights went out above. The halls of the ornate beast were always lit, but the light of the closest star which illuminated the depths faded, and the precious beauty of her people was harder to see. Night had come, and only the red flares of distant stars illuminated the ocean a dark violet. And the merfolk frolicked and danced - since their beauty and enchantments became more lustful - there was no anger in this action for Armanthlis: the merfolk were beautiful in spite of the light, not because of it. Beauty was the natural state of being for them

Armanthlis though was restless, for she was the ocean, the entire ocean. The land and the Queen are one. The ocean reflected her mood. When gay it was playful with dangerous currents, when angry it was tidal waves and maelstroms, when sleeping or restful it was calm and still. And when someone stole from her ocean she knew! She knew! she knew! The ocean churned in anger.

Amranthlis was not clueless, she knew of the existence of the other gods, she felt them, calling, she felt the void talk in her mind, but she was queen and they came kneeling in her court. She was not a peasant to go begging their audience. So she sent the god she felt that had stolen something of hesr a message; they heard, in whatever way gods hear each other. She didn't know its name but the gods Ryone heard the ocean calling it, beckoning it to the deep, to the halls of the ornate beast. It was a wordless message, not angry, but firm.

In the meantime the merfolk felt their goddesses wroth and the princes and princesses masked and veiled ordered their courtly servants to search the oceans and discover any intruders and learn about them for their goddess. And in this state the merfolk discovered the various archons in their ocean. Some archons were beautiful, almost unblemished, the merfolk give credit where credit was due. Others were disgusting, made of many elements, and it was all the merfolk could do, not to try to kill them in disgust. Others still were inspiring: made of lighting! or Fire! The merfolk thought of bringing them to court as grotesques. Regardless of what they thought when they first say them, the merfolk assumed their finest glamour and politely asked in voice3s that would reduce mere mortals (which the archons weren't) to tears.

What are you doing in our ocean?

Armanthlis somewhere heard the phrase, after all she heard everything that happened in her ocean, and in the near future some merfolk would learn to his charign that our was not the proper pronoun to use.

4 AP enter

Divine infusion: on the ocean ! meaning Armnathlis is a Fisher King (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FisherKing) of the ocean itself. This type of divine infusion grants no combat bonuses to anything whatsoever - but it does grant a lot of fluff (with a knife.)

2 AP leave

[Draken]

At the bottom of the sea, a flame archon surrounded by boiling water, held liquid by the great pressure, was adressed by a merfolk.

The archon was not truly an exposed flame, but a wellspring of fire contained by a cosmic frame, up in the surface he would flare up beyond his frame and his flames would dance, but down there he was constrained by the water drowning his flame, and instead his heat, drawn from the heart of the sun itself, shrouded him in small flares of light as it ignited the salt in the water, and a very distinctive turmoil as the overheated water fled up and cold water rushed in to take its place. Behind it, it left a trail of glass in the sand.

His voice was inspired, fiery and bore a hint of boisterous naiveté.

"One in these depths has slighted the Great Beyond, darkening his creation, the Sun. We have been sent to find this malfeasant and bring the Void's demand for reparations!"

"Do you know where one such miscreant could be found?"

[mystic1110]

A merfolk in a gold mask laughed at the archon, laughed that such an ugly creature could demand anything. Does a garnet crab demand of a ruby octopus? I think not, the merfolk thought! He approached the archon, but, with fire being completely alien to them, didn't realize that the heated water surrounding the archon would melt the gold right off. Of course merfolk knew about melting gold, after all methane a natural gas could met gold, and on the bottom of the sea bed long gold eels, half melted lived their lives. But he didn't know about melting gold here, and now. And so he masked himself, for all eternity in a golden tomb around his head.

The other merfolk laughed at his stupidity. They felt the change in water temperature. They knew danger. No hard feelings as it were. They were a capricious lot. A female, veiled in diamond, thus obscuring her face into refractions of thirty mouths, smiled, thirty smiles and told the other merfolk how beautiful the archon was. So pure. Pure fire. Red as ruby and thrice as dangerous. A male by her side, mask-less and handsome beyond comprehension, smiled at the archon and said quite elegantly and polite - the soul of charm:

Fierce Beauty! You are beneath the mothers tears, you may not seek without paying her homage. She already knows you're here and with but a thought she could crush you beneath her depths. You are so lucky you came to us! We can take you to her, so you may praise her and she will grace you with your answer, come... come with us. Grace her with your form.

[Ajadea]

A call. A summons. There was no reason to ignore it. So Ryone leaped and fell, and the water engulfed it. A merman appeared, one that had not been there only a moment ago. His tail was lustrous tiger eye, banded in shades of gold. He opened his eyes, and they glowed like the true divinity hidden within. Yes, Ryone thought, this form would be suitable. If perhaps a bit restricted. But worth trying out, nevertheless. It took a few attempts, but he managed a smile. And so Ryone swam on to the Comely Court, guided by his divine knowledge and Armanthlis' call.

[Draken]

The archon seethed ever so slightly at the gall of the merfolk that burned himself on his flames. But did not find reason to dwell on it.

"We know of your ocean queen. High above the sky, Amaenon, who is The Great Beyond, saw her birth, and your birth. And gave you all his light."

The archon ignited a white flame.

"But his numinous light cannot reach where she went, and where she begot divine children. Whom He knows to be the culprit. So lead the way, merwoman and merman, I shall grace your court with my light, and my brother of wind will bring you music, and my sister of earth will show you the dances of the great beyond."

On the path, as said, two more archons joined them, one a thing of wind that created a great turmoil in the water around it, making it twist around him like a whirlpool, who descended from above at great speed. The other a fluid feminine shape that rose from the sand at the bottom of the sea, and of it. Not the debris of gemlike carcasses, but the pristine white dust beneath. With the air archon came a melody that began in the wind but flew into the water and made every drop of the sea move to its tune, and the crystalline scales of the merfolk sing to its ring. Each movement of the earthen archon echoed the magnificent and grandiose movements of the endless stars within the Beyond, each grain of sand pretending to be one.

4 Ap + 4 AP = 8 AP.

1 AP: Create Concept: Celestial Arts. The music, the dance and the other arts of the archons holds no magic beyond what is natural to them, but they are peerless, designed after the very movements of the cosmos that created then.

7 AP.

[mystic1110]

Tiger Eye was rarely seen in court, but it was seen. Rare enough for a lady to sigh and grow flustered and a masked rival to narrow his eyes, but not rare enough to stop the ebb and flow of the halls of the ornate beast. Besides there were bigger guests to be had. Three elemental archons were here to visit. Earth wind and fire. It was a band of souls. Dancing dances the merfolks never danced, and singing songs they couldn't sing. There was greed and envy in the air. It was called admiration. The sounds of applause littered the halls. The merfolk graciously allowed them into the Comely court: they were blemished for they weren't merfolk, but they were pure of material, and... they were something new, something beautiful. Let it not be said merfolk don't give people their due, they appreciate and reciprocate. Especially true beauty such as this. So they led them into court, and paraded them around till they reached the dais of ten thrones.

To say more about the dais something must be understood about merfolk society. Such that whatever is lower is considered more regal. Nobles recline while commoners stand. Each throne wasn't for sitting it was for laying. And the Queen and princes and princesses laid on their sides their tails wrapped about their columns among one empty throne (the Sapphire one today) . The dais was a slightly raised platform, but the court was a bowl, so the thrones were the lowest part of the room. Actually this is all not necessarily true: a more correct definition of stature is how close to Armanthlis' level you are, it was theoretically possible to be so below her, that you were... actually below her. But this is just a discussion of architecture and culture that is not very important, until it suddenly is.

To return to the night of elements, as today will be called, the tiger eye merfolk arrived at the center of the comely court, as the elemental archons arrived at the foot (head) of the court, looking directly over the nine rulers. Armanthlis did not address them directly, instead she looked piercingly at Ryone, smiling, making clear that he was to wait his turn.

The princess of lowest standing, newly arrived at the throne, during the night of the veiled lady spoke to the archons. The princess used the mystique of the veil more than anyone, for the veil raised her high. She was a mermaid with a pink diamond and pink corundum tail, a veil and glamour of ruby. The effect made her look like the essence of femininity. She addressed the band of souls with sighs and genuine cheer:

My! What pretty things you are! You must share with us your arts! You must! Oh, you must! And what brings you to our humble court? Oh tell us! We would love to help, I know we would.

At the word humble each merfolks lips twisted slightly, ever so slightly upwards, the jest was a bit droll, but they couldn't help themselves.

[Elemental]

Eosa had probably not chosen a very good time to return home. Unaware of who would be waiting within, she returned to her humanoid form and entered the Leviathan and walked to the throne room.
I have returned home Mother. Your oceans are shadowed only by us in beauty.
She took her throne, seemingly oblivious to who else was present, the glass on her dress glinting in the light.

[Maugan Ra]

Like calls to like. It was his love of building and architecture that had originally called Lashar to the depths of the world, to the Gauldough that dwelled there. And now he felt a similar calling, one that lead him upwards once more, to the realms of the sea and the jeweled creatures that dwelled within. He walked among them for a time, seeking to find what it was that had drawn him here, until he saw the Merfolk.

He watched their games, the playful politicking and ruthless back-and-forth exchanges of influence and favor, and it spoke to him. The constant displays of treachery brought joy to his previously logical heart, but he could tell immediately that this was not where the best of such games could be found. So he turned, and walked in the direction of the Comely Court.

He arrived without fanfare, without procession or a great spectacle of music and dance, for he knew it was not needed. He could feel her awareness in the waters all around him, knew that he was unlikely to pass without notice here, in the very heart of the Queen's realm. So instead he simply walked up to the doors of the court, offered a polite bow, then went inside.

He could not have picked a better time, it seemed. Archons of the void stood near the centre, and Eosa the child sat upon her throne. There was even another God here, Ryone, though he had clearly been summoned. The potential drama of the impending show practically crackled in the air, and with a smile hidden behind his porcelain mask, Lashar settled in to watch.

He chose a place to wait, instinct guiding him to a particular spot amongst the playful Merfolk that was as-yet unclaimed, held in balance between two rival claimants for it's prestigious location relatively low down the amphitheater, and took it for his own with little more than a polite nod and a hidden smile. That done, he wove a reclining seat out of the water with a simple thought and turned his attention back to the ongoing show.

[Umbranar]

AS the light of the sun was blocked, the Dun`Bonduar seemed to pray to their creator. Although they are not in need of light, it was an ill omen to them.
One prayer caught Bonduar his attention. He has heard this one before, always stronger then the others and filled with wisdom. He would visit him, for this particular dwarf had something inside that none of his kin had. Magic.

And see he descended to the mortal and appeared to him as a dwarf but slightly bigger with Rune Hammer in hand. Ruk'Thern, your prayers are strong and betray your wisdom. They even betray the power within your very blood and soul. Bonduar looked at the elderly dwarf, nearing the end of his years. Stunned by the visage of his god, Ruk'Thern just stood there gaping. Do not worry about the sun, it is merely the childish act of one of the new fledgling gods. Know that when your time comes, you do not have to fear the reapers. I will personally take you and prepare you for a new existance. After these words, a loud bang like a hammer striking metal was heard and Bonduar disappeared. He watched the final weeks of Ruk'Thern and was near when his final moments were spent.

As with all mortals, Ruk'Thern was visited by one of the reapers. Just before it could take the life essence of the dying dwarf Bonduar appeared and spoke: Not this one Reaper, this one is going with me. The Reaper silently watched the god before him but then attempted to carry on with its purpose. Bonduar raised his hammer and struck the Reaper Begone I say!. The Reaper just stood there, it had a purpose but was denied to carry it out by an entity much more powerful.

Bonduar ceased the life essence of Ruk'Thern, which was already drifting off and took it high above the world. He released it right in front of him, first as a blue glowing orb. Resist the pull of the great nothingness Ruk'Thern and arise among our midst. You are mend to do many things, arise and face your divine duties!

[Draken]

While his brother and sister showed their arts, the fire archon spoke.

"We came at the behest of Amaenon, The Great Beyond, he who is the void from which hailed the gods and goddesses, he who wove stars from his own body, who shaped the world created by Favora, upon which you dwell, who cast twelve moons and set them dancing above the sky. He who ignited the sun and gave light to this world."

Eosa's arrival begets a small interruption, but the archons know.

"One who is here has darkened his creation. The Great Beyond's anger paints the stars red and brings ominous light to this world. He knows such was not the work of his sister, and as such demands that the culprit come foward and make ammends for her deeds."

[mystic1110]

Eosa's arrival sent a wave of mummers throughout the room. Legs? how droll! Some merfolk laughed - the sight was too ugly, the veiled daughter looked almost like the queen with her black serpent tail, luxurious beyond glamour. And others still laughed and used glamour to create legs for themselves. It was fashionable. Besides this was part of the masquerade! The night of the elements, was a night of the grotesque and weird. That is surely why Eosa came to court on legs. It was too funny. Part mocking and part entertainment. The merfolk politely laughed while the archons spoke.

In another location two rivals seethed, some yet unknown merfolk, had just claimed their seat. Their seat. It was like both of them knew what the other was thinking and were grievously upset that the other still thought of that seat as theirs. It was better for another to get the seat than their respective rival. But in the comely court no plot has two sides, more like forty as a low estimate. Merfolk all over the room noted that the seat had been taken, it had been part of a dozen plots at least. Nor did they fail to note that this merfolk could use magic. This night was getting better and better. Diamond smiles were seen throughout the room, and even more unseen were hidden beneath masks and veils.

The pink princess welcomed the veilded daughter back to the thrones graciously, and Armanthlis herself nodded to her daughter, her eyes glinting in satisfaction at her return. Armanthlis allowed herself a quick glance at Lashar and smiled coyly.

After the court settled down, the pink princess continued to speak to the Archon delegation. She speaks to them playfully, her voice sweet with sounds of admiration and lust.

You speak like a poet! Such words! Elegant and beautiful as yourselves! They excuse your rudeness for we can't expect flame to be gentle, can we? No you must be fierce, deadly. For you've come heart to burn us! To burn the hearts out of us! I love it! Such words! Demand? You can't demand anything in this court, you may only ask. But these arts of yours! How wonderful! You may teach them to us, yes?

[Yeshon]

Karthull, frowned, the forge god was taking it on himself to rescue a single follower, never mind he would get his soon enough. Karthull just needed to handle the undead first, not yet though, he needed more time.

He looked at the Void, "Hey, talk later man, I need to go take care of something."

He dissappeared only to reappear in the Void. He spoke to the Void, "I hope you don't mind that I'm gonna make a plane out here."

He held out his hand and the blackness twisted and began to form. A citadel made of Skulls formed in front of him. The Reapers began to come to and fro, this citadel would protect them from any crap like what that god of undeath tried to pull in the beginning. This would also be his own refuge, when other gods were being stupid.

Speaking of, he heard the summons of one of his sisters. Ah, the one that flooded the world, yeah he'd answer that one.

With that he appeared in the Comely court, in his non glamoured skeleton form, to any being that was not himself he was a horrifying sight. He was slaughter and few could see the true beauty of slaughter. He had no desire to appear as anything except what he was.

For now he said nothing, he was going to enjoy the snickering and the screams... but the screams would come later.

Rollover: +4AP
Weave Plane: The Citadel of Skulls -4AP, This citadel made from the skulls of the dead (therefore constantly growing) is filled with twisting corridors and maddening examples of non-euclidian geometry. A mortal can only navigate the mazes with Karthull's guidance, even gods would have a hard time of it and it only responded to Karthull's mad mind.

Essentially a place for the Reapers to drop off the life essence he's still getting, also Reapers within the citadel are unaffected by outside Curses, just as a flavor thing.

Ending AP: 0

[mystic1110]

Karthull's arrival into the comely court produced cries of outrage and disgust. The halls of the ornate court were a plane onto themselves, entrance into them was no simple thing, and yet in waltzes death. One could hear the tunes to the unplayable piece Faerie’s Aire and Death Waltz playing in the air - silence. Absolute silence for a while.

The Merfolk are assured as children that ugliness don't / shouldn't exist. So even when someone sees a blemished, they still doesn't remember seeing a true ugliness, just lesser beauty, disgusting beauty, that should be extinguished, so that true beauty may flourish, but beauty exists. In their mind's eye they see a "tarnish" or a "corrosion" a "blur at the edge of vision" — anything except ugliness they know doesn't exist, The easy answer completely papers over what happened, and the world continues on, blissfully beautiful. The masquerade of true beauty should never be lifted. And yet it was. Karthull by entering the comely court had seen to that. Merfolk were not afraid. They were angry! Angry at his form. And they glowered. The pink princess stopped addressing the delegation of archons. And Armanthlis softly spoke from her throne, her voice ringing in the watery hall, every syllable clear and profound due to the immense silence.

Out.

It was a command, a powerful one, for she was the ocean in which Karthull swam, and she was the halls of the ornate beast where Karthull stood. Luckily for the god, it was not addressed to him. If it was it was unclear whether Karthull could resist it.

Out.

The comely court filed past the god, the pink princess motioning to the archon delegation to follow her to her private chambers, a roseate monstrosity of disturbing grandeur. It's not like had a choice for Armanthlis willed the water that was her, to push all non-divinities out of the room. The rest of the merfolk gathered around the closed doors, to listen to the proceedings within. They were not pleased - but for the most part they were sickened, the other gods were so gross, only their queen and her kin were good, only they were beautiful, the rest... they shuddered to think about the other gods. What were their creations like. The archons were alright, they guessed, amusing and pretty, but they had to feel sorry for everything else above the waves. They had such ugly gods.

The center of the comely court was now empty except for the two occupied thrones, the tiger eye mermaid, Lashar and the embodiment of ugliness. A brief sour expression passed Armanthlis' face before she assumed a straight lipped smile that did not reach her eyes or the corners of her mouth. She was not pleased.

I haven't summoned you here and you've ruined everything. How do you suppose to make amends?

[Yeshon]

Karthull was death, none could command him, they could bind him, they could seal, heck if they found a way they could kill him. But he could not, would not, be commanded.

Karthull reveled in the hatred of the Merfolk, they didn't like seeing what they really were. Everytime they betrayed each other, everytime they killed each other. They made him stronger.

"Amends? Why you're starting to make a god feel unwelcome."

Ssa'ron this was fun! It shouldn't be this fun.

[mystic1110]

Armanthlis was no stranger to politicking nor was she stupid. This was her domain twice fold and she had the upper hand in whatever negotiations were happening, yet this creature was a god. She wouldn't think of him as an equal, but she could treat him as such. And she would, since it would be silly to treat a powerful being as anything but powerful. She laughed prettily, this must be how her merfolk felt! The thrill of conversation - the plot thickens, and the water in the court assumed a gentle playful swirl.

Oh dear me. Unwelcome? But you weren't welcomed. Dear boy, you are in my palace, interrupting my fun, without even bringing me a suitable gift. And why not? Why be so gloomy? Play with me these empty games of vanity and you'll have a friend. No...She smiles with diamond teeth....you don't want a friend. Do you? What do you want?

You're in her domain, No RCR bonus, but thematically she is in control I would think. Plus the ocean is infused so again no RCR bonus, but in story i think it's safe to say the beneath the waves inside the leviathan standing in the comely court within the halls of the ornate beast, even a god should feel who is in the superior position.

[Yeshon]

"Well, I never! Wait! Yeah I have, about three times today actually. Weird how that works out."

He laughed, he knew he was in trouble if she decided to attack, he didn't care, "I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about! I heard so much about the Comely Court! That's it right? The name, it's not the court for monsters of the glittery persuasion? Actually I kindda wish it was, the name I mean."

He paused for a moment looking around. "Gotta say, I'm a little disappointed."

[Maugan Ra]

Lashar sighs to himself, before straightening and watching the confrontation.

"Karthull, I backed you against the lord of undeath because I respected your right to rule over your domain. Show at least that much consideration for our sister, hmm? We're guests here, after all."

"In turn, I came because I was interested in your people, and this beautiful realm beneath the waves. And, perhaps, to offer my services as architect and builder. "

[Yeshon]

Karthull was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"You know what? You're right. I wasn't even invited! How rude I must've been! All right I'll leave, "

He courtseyed (as a woman would), "I prefer the things on the surface anyway. And the Archons. Oh, can't forget the Seraphs. By any objective standard they're more beautiful. All these guys do is glitter. Anyway, nice meeting you sis!"

With that he disappeared from the court and reappeared in his citadel, knowing well he just made an enemy. He also wondered idly what his actions wrought. A Reaper brought him the life essences that had gathered while he had been away.

The wisps of the life essences flowed into his crown and he thoroughly enjoyed it as it seeped into him. He wasn't worried about her though, he only regarded two gods as his equals, she was not one of them.

[Ajadea]

Ryone was not stupid; she waited patiently in the hall, so still that the water did not so much as ripple around her. The tiger eye mermaid watched the events unfold as they always did, with an expression of vague amusement occasionally flickering across her face. Only when Karthull finally took his leave did she stir and speak. "Greetings little sister. I apologize for not meeting you sooner than this." She spoke with a smile, but looked Armanthlis directly in the eyes, not bowing or even lowering her head a fraction of an inch. "But I doubt you called me here to exchange pleasantries. So what is the purpose of this meeting, O Queen Under the Waves?"

[Elemental]

Mother, who was that hideous creature?
And I assume that these two are our kin?
Eosa rose from her throne and bowed to them.
I am Princess Eosa, Lady of Terror and bringer of Nightmares.
She smiles behind her veil.

[mystic1110]

Armanthlis scoffs at Karthull's disappointment and his lies. The court was made to please her not him, and she cared for naught for his opinion. As for the beauty of the seraphs, she had to laugh. The merfolk were the very concept of beauty, saying there were others more beautiful was like saying their was something more wet than the ocean. The very concept was a paradox. Yet she smiled at his immature antics and his departure. He was an amusing child. He made no enemy today, whether he believed that or not, all he owed Armanthlis was an apology and a gift. He did ruin her evening. There might be a time when he might rue his debt, after all Armanthlis was the goddess of wealth, and their might come a time when wealth was more than jewels in the ocean.

After the god of death left, Armanthlis smiled graciously at the remaining gods

Hush hush daughter, no need to worry, it was a shade of a dream, a figment of your nightmares and terrors, I called him here for your inspiration! [ a mother knows how to make any situation to the benefit of her children! ]And honored guests! Welcome to my domain! Welcome! I hope you enjoyed the festivities, and pay no heed to the Plague, he is gone and [ she snaps her fingers ] quickly forgotten. Builder, welcome! You are a true and gallant gentelman! I'm so happy you're enjoying yourself! Services? How wonderful! You have my permission to make any beautiful thing you desire beneath and on top of my waves, and your always welcome at my court. [Her eyes assume a fiercer gaze while turning to the other god in the room] And pleasantries must be exchanged. Conversation loses it's beauty without them! Honored guest, your honor is impinged however since you took a heart of mine without asking. A heart made of ruby blood and Quartz Flesh.[one forced tear runs down her face]Woe is me! What have i done to you for you to steal from me?

[Maugan Ra]

There are, perhaps, three Gods who might be aware of Armanthlis' first actions other than herself. Namely, Amaeonon, Favora and Lashar, who were the only ones conscious at the time of her arrival. Of those, I'd figure only Amaeonon has claim to know, by virtue of its nature as, well, reality. Lashar was certainly a bit distracted - he knows Armanthlis brought the ocean with her, but that's about it.


Lashar smiles at the greeting from the young princess, and makes a courtly bow in return. He might be her elder, and by pedigree superior in whatever passed for their bloodline, but he recognized her favored position in her mother's court.

"Well met, Princess. I am Lashar, sadly devoid of royal titles. But I am your kin, yes... Let's see. I suppose I would be your uncle, much like Ryone here. And Karthull, I suppose, though I dare say I am better company.

And of course, the domains. Terror and nightmares, is it? Well, that's certainly going to make life interesting. I myself lay claim to the crafts of building, the life that resides below the earth, and the delicate arts of treachery. Though I advertise that last one with considerably less frequency.

I take it that it was you that blotted out the burning orb in the sky, then? I can't say that I care too much, since my works and favored children all lie far from its gaze, but you certainly caused quite a stir amongst the others. I've never actually seen Amaeonon get angry before. Quite a sight to behold. "

[Yeshon]

He was actually disappointed. Very disappointed, he was so hoping for a temper tantrum, or at least her coming to confront him. No, this wasn't what he wanted and he had underestimated her.

And Karthull descended into silent contemplation. Reapers coming like a procession of worshipers presenting what life essence he could consume without pissing the other gods off. He collected all of them dispassionately. He was no fool, to attack her in the middle of her domain was suicide... perhaps her daughter was the key? What if her daughter rebeled? Yes, this could work.

Karthull thought and horrible schemes were tossed aside, one after another. None of them were good enough for him, none of them would work.

He needed to wait. Wait for someone to draw a line and dare another to cross, death could be patient, a thousand years were nothing to a god. And the facade he presented in front of the others was discarded at the door.

[Elemental]

Again Eosa smiled. So her Mother would lie to her? How extravagantly parental. She needed no inspiration.
Fixing her gace of Lashar, she spoke to him while listening to her Mother's conversation and theatrics.
If you are our kin, then you must be a prince!
And indeed it was. I now admit that it was a trifle childish, could you actually believe that I thought it was a living thing that sought to harm me?
Mother has far more important tasks than teaching me what little history there is to learn.
She sighed.
If only I could have seen the pitiful mortals scrambling around as I sent fear into their hearts and darkened the light...
Eosa snapped her fingers.
I've got it!
Returning to her serpent form, Eosa nudged one of her jewelled scales off and breathed on it. Despite the water, it frosted over and became mirror like.
A mirror, with which to look upon the world and what may be.
A golden stand appeared next to Eosa's throne and she placed the mirror on it.

Starting AP: 10 + 4(rollover)
Create Relic: The Mirror of Eosa. This jewel mirror allows Eosa to look out across the universe from the comfort of her throne. Through it, she can see all, past, present and future, though looking into the past and the future is rather tiring.
As such, a +1 to RCR.
Remaining AP: 10

[Maugan Ra]

"Ah, a simple enough error. Easy enough to make, when one spends too much time in a plane of their own, not paying attention to the world. It is part f the reason I never chose to make one of my own. "

With that, he turns from the princess and offers a bow to the Queen as she addressed him.

"My thanks, Lady Armanthlis, both for your permission and for the hospitality of your court. I have a few ideas already, and I think you will be most pleased with the outcomes. "

The required acknowledgements dispensed, Lashar returns to watching the display between Armanthlis and Ryone, trying to guess how it might end. He could not, at least nt yet, but it was exceptionally interesting to try all the same.

[Hydranova]

Shtirge quickly wrote out an appointment and waited for the return of the God, idly watching his Bone-Forged explore their world as he waited.


The Bone-Forged had adapted quickly to their new environs, avoiding the dangerous jungles to colonize the verdant plains and mountains.
Their number grew like all numbers do, forming the hives and families similar o the more traditional Garldough.

Brelhemnon appeared, Therms and Reapers in tow. IT waved a hand, and a scroll appeared, of what each must do. He waved them on their way, selecting one reaper and one therm to go and recruit some humans and archons. He then turned to Shtirge.

Greetings. What doest thou require in mine sanctum?

Start AP:1
Rollover (+4)
Infuse: The Administration of Reality (-2)
The Admins now have SUPERPOWERS! They do have the +2 RCR, manifesting as...
-Agelessness. Administrators do not die of old age, but are still killable/banishable.
-At any time, an Admin can use any sort of door anywhere as a portal to the Halls. However, the portal only works for the Admin and anyone invited through.
-Nifty notepads. Whatever is written in these notepads is also written down in the Records as well. And anybody can write in these notepads- though it is policy for Admins to make sure they are incredibly secure.
-They also can read the REcords easier than others.
-Weirdness Censor. Whenever an Admin has business on the mortal plane, whoever they interact with can remember them as long as the Admin is still on the case. However, when they leave, the people in question completely forget about the admin, and do not question the state of current events. There are some people who are immune: These are
-Heroes
-Celestial/Spiritual Beings
-Admins
-People assigned a task by an Admin
-People told stuff by any of the above.
Gain Domain: Organization (Bureaucracy) (-3)
End AP:0

[Lord_Asmodeus]

The Sultan of Storms, Haruzar, drifts aimlessly, watching the world and the gods below him. It amused him for a time, but he found no gods, they had all begun to attend their own tasks. He could not blame them too much, they knew him not, they could not be expected to realize his greatness all on their own, and they had their own petty games to distract them. But more than that, Haruzar realized that his realm was a tad dull at this point. It was true, it was above all others, the vast open skies a wonder to all below, but even wonder lost its charms when nothing became of it, it was time Haruzar acted, made his wondrous skies something for the mortals and gods to truly find wondrous.

Sand was not found only in the great waters below, and Haruzar had found himself above a vast desert on this twisting world. He saw how the waters churned of their own accord, he saw the shifting of the earth, the skies too needed to shift, they needed something to shift them, to alter them, and they would alter the land and the sea as well, for they were greater than those things were. So too would be his first creations, those creatures which plied the skies and bent them to their will, as Haruzar bent them, in homage to their Lord and King. He brought the sands together, he forced them tight into eachother and began to pull them slowly from the desert, and a great creature of sandstone twisted upward toward the skies. It had great fins like a creature of the sea, its body like a serpent, its mouth was a long tapering bill, sacks of gaseous air bouyed it up, but great magical energy also coursed along its body, glowing from its huge eyes. With a sweep of its rudder-fins, a pass from its huge body, it could change the weather.

For now, twisters and sandstorms were their forte, great winds pushing this way or that. Haruzar created more of the majestic titans of the sky, Phalanxes he called them. A few of them swept to the massive seas, pulling water from the salty ocean, they pushed it upward, gathering it together more and more, until it formed a huge black cloud in the sky above the ocean, a great wind tore forth around the clouds, and a there was a new sight in this new universe, lightning. Jagged blasts tore into the water, and a heavy rain began, pelting the now massive rolling waves, the storm stretched for miles and miles, Phalanxes seemed to practically swim through the black clouds, twining and churning their way through and around them, going above and dipping below, crashing into the billowing, roiling darkness, keening wails and sounds like whale song are their voice, echoing far and wide amidst the storm, it would be unwise to think them mere beasts, they are as intelligent as any other species, and perhaps even far more so. Still others began to spread across the world, to bring these new phenemona to the world as they saw fit, and Haruzar was pleased. He grinned and praised his new creations.

"Oh my mighty phalanxes, Masters of the Sky, Lords of the High Places, Bringers of Storms and Great Winds. How you please your High Father, now and forever more. I give you now my greatest gift, mastery of my domain. You are the first of my great creations, and you bear some of the greatness of your Draconian forebears, my first show of reverence for the lords of the sky who came before, who's great god gave me, his mightiest remnant, life."

7AP=15AP-4AP Create Fabled Life (Phalanx, sandstone serpents of the sky, they have rudder like flaps, they can burrow under the sand but spend most of their time in the skies, they eat creatures they swoop down on on land, or from the tops of the seas. They are very powerful magically, and their greatest ability is to control the weather, creating almost any kind of weather pattern. Right now they are the only source of weather in the world, aside from things like Monsoons from Armanthlis or from Haruzar himself. Basically besides gods. Phalanx are essentially immortal, they can be killed but they don't die of old age. -4AP Create Fabled Concept: Weather. All kinds of weather, right now as stated, only Phalanxes and gods create weather, it is not naturally occurring on its own but for their works.

In appearance, they are essentially Phalanx from Shadow of the Colossus, same size and all http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100825014039/teamico/images/c/cf/Phalanx_1.jpg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4qqK-aBVPA

[Umbranar]

Bonduar just hanged there, idle. He has no plane but he did not bother. Maybe he should visit the other gods, maybe see to his Brother, the Paladin God...Brother, it was strange how every god had a certain view of his kin. He was content with it though since for him it ment a close ally.

Looking down to his creations and reflecting on all he had done, Bonduar collected the essences of those concepts and focused them within him. Yes...it was time grow. In his mind he saw and heard all that is creation, especially the work of artisans. It was glorius and interesting how the mortals worked and created.

Then, with the sound of a hammer striking metal, he appeared at the front gates of Elyssia. Greetings Seraphs, I would like to enter Elyssia to visit your creator, if he and you allow it. Patiently he waited outside until permission was granted.

Start AP: 1 + 4 (rollover)
Obtain Creation (Craftsmanship) Domain 3 AP
Summary of actions to obtain:
Create Relic - The Rune Hammer 4AP
Create Concept - Forging 1 AP
Create Concept - Craft Guilds 1AP
Create Relic - Warsong 1 AP spent by Bonduar.
Total spent: 7 AP

AP left: 2

[mystic1110]

Armanthlis let her attention wander from Ryone for only a moment, she looked at her daughter and her new mirror, and smiled vaguely. Greed, Pride. . . Love? It was unclear. If any of the gods saw the look in her eyes they would only be aware of an internal discomfort, it was a perfectly normal look, but their was something fundamentally wrong with it, but what? Anyway Armanthlis looked back to Ryone, but she spoke to Lashar:

Marvelous, Builder, Marvelous! I look forward to seeing your creations.... I think I would like to see them now. Daughter, look into your pretty little mirror and see if you can look upon the builders works and see if they are as beautiful as he claims. I'm sure the builder will be a fast friend of ours!

Her voice was melodious. Any sinister tones would have had to been imagined, since they obviously weren't there.

Although she was feeling sinister.... the oceans were being drawn upwards, higher and higher. At first she considered bringing them crashing down as a torrent, but then she decided it was acceptable. It must be a gift to her, taking her oceans higher and higher, where they belong. The ocean mist and the clouds were her, and she was them. They were pockets of liquid droplets and crystallized ocean water. And she could feel the wind beneath her and around her and could look upon herself below. She saw disgusting creatures up here in the sky... like her leviathan except much smaller and more repulsive and abominable. After she dealt with the heart thief, she'll correct that obvious oversight.

[Elemental]

Pretty little mirror? Why, it had all eternity in it! Still, Eosa was starting to feel that her mother was either very stupid or very treacherous. Still, if one couldn't turn to family, who could one turn to?
Eosa looked into her mirror and gazed upon the constructions of the Gauldough, quickly glancing at the work of the other gods as she did so.
Why Mother! Some of their architecture is absolutely extraordinary!
And you, Uncle, inspired them and the built it all with their bare hands?
Astounding. Such beauty wrought from simple rock, I cannot wait to see what can be done with more exotic materials!
Before them all, an image of the monuments constructed by the Gauldough appeared. Though carved from plain rock, they were truly beautiful.

I'm assuming that they've constructed a few things along the lines of what you'd find in Petra and other ancient cities.

The sight of the underground world and the shifting shadows made Eosa yearn to travel the world again and walk the passages that lay deep below.
Mother, I shall be going for a short duration, and then I shall return.
If you have need of me, I shall return immediately.
She stood and bowed to her Mother and to Lashar, but only gave a nod of the head to Ryone.
It was a pleasure to meet you Uncle Lashar.
Smiling behind her veil, Eosa exited the hall, the Mer scattering out of her way.

[Draken]

A few stars begin to shift colors, as Amaenon cannot bring the whole of his self to wrath for very long. His mind wanders, swayed by the hypnotic movements of the countless things floating within.

One such thing catches his attention, a comet plunges into a great cloud of dust illuminated by the prismatic lights of seven stars. As it leaves, it drags a trail of colors across the firmament, it is quite unique, every event is. Sometimes, a unique event picks the attentions of onlookers, and they wish to see it anew.

All reality agrees to its own wishes, and as the celestial spectacle comes to an end, forces beyond measure stop the comet in its tracks. The nebula it pierced twists and colapses in on a cosmic dust devil, spiralling into and around the comet by Amaenon's will, light and heat and masterful unseen hands give it shape, and the slightest spark of infinite divinity. The Void whispers to himself, speaking to all creation.

"Sura Msanii, that will be your name."

Taking the opportunity to have Amaenon claim a domain.

3 AP: Claim Domain: Elements (Reality) - Amusing fact - This is, in fact, an actual 3.5 domain, just third party.

Actions for domain
- 4 AP: Create Greater Life - The Archons.
- 1 AP: Reshaped the World.
- 2 AP: Created the Sun.

4 AP left.


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Comely Court

The air archon halted his song and the earth archon ceased her dance, both joining their brother in his... uh... stern facelessness.

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The Citadel Of Skulls

Archons flocked to Karthull's citadel, feeding on the deathly elements present and taking on their appearance, great maelstroms of inky darkness... But also luminous tourbillions of life force, hovering the surroundings of the palace, at the edge of the void.

[Maugan Ra]

Yup, the Gauldough are infused with Lashar's essence, so they've pretty much taken up his love of building things for their own sake. The underground city-fortresses are each marvels of architecture.

"A pleasure to meet you as well, princess. On which note, I think I should get started on those works of mine. Armanthlis, Ryone, I will see you both around, I imagine. Do try not to kill each other."

With that, he bowed once more, then turned and left the Court once more, pausing only to nod in amused acknowledgement to the various merfolk with the bravery to lurk just outside it's doors. He had to admit, he found this place exceptionally intriguing - the Queen in her court, self-proclaimed ruler of all she surveyed, surrounded by her worshipful subjects. Yes, it was a striking image, and a fine one to take inspiration from in order to form his first great work.

With a thought, he sank into the earth below, extending tendrils of awareness all through the seabed in search of the proper tools. It did not take long to locate them, areas where the molten heart of the world ran closer than normal to the surface. Smiling, Lashar stretched out his hand and carved new channels in the rock, sealing others in turn to push the fire closer to the seabed above. Where it rose, the ambient water temperature changed, and with inevitable grace so too did the great ocean currents that were shaped by such things. With careful patience Lashar adjusted the magma flows, until he was finally satisfied with their new positions.

With such adjustments, he had created a region of the seas where all the great currents met and combined, their carefully managed flows combining to produce a great vortex that spun endlessly in the depths of the ocean. Next, the builder God brought forth delicate formations of precious gems and beautiful minerals of all varieties, each purer than any which could form naturally, and set them in position within the tranquil eye at the heart of the storm. Finally, calling upon the attention to detail only a God could possess, he created a great statue of Armanthlis herself, standing in the very heart of the storm with arms outstretched.

He could have used any of the gathered materials for such a thing, it was true, but for a work like this, Lashar was sure only one would do. So he wove the statue out of the water itself, forming ice pure enough to masquerade as crystal and imbuing it with the strength to resist the mightiest storms. He made the statue regal and commanding, as though claiming lordship of all that lay before its gaze. With a slight smile, Lashar added another enchantment, so that the positioning of the glittering gem formations relative to the statue would reflect the favor they were held in within the Comely Court.

The message was clear - here stands Armanthlis, Queen of the Ocean. Fall out of her favor, and be dashed apart by the seas that rage at her command. Lashar nodded to himself, satisfied that none who looked upon the site could possibly mistake the intended message. At least, not the most obvious one.

He wondered if Armanthlis would catch the second message, hidden within the first. For in creating this site, he had used the fire of the earth to control the waters of the ocean, and should they be altered any further, it was quite possible that the rampant vortex would shatter the statue in the course of it's adjustments. Symbolism was a powerful thing, after all.

1Ap available, plus 4 from rollover
- 1AP spent to alter land, changing the magma flows to create the above effects. The rest is purely cosmetic.

[mystic1110]

Armanthlis smiled and motioned with her hand, allowing her daughter to depart. She took note that her daughter left her magic mirror on its stand by her throne. Were her possessions so meaningless to her that she would be so careless? She looked at the mirror nonchalantly. The future in a piece of glass and silver? She smiled derisively and turned back to Lashar as he left and bid him goodbye, and felt him use her (for he worked with the ocean and with working in the ocean he was playing with her body, caressing her with fire) and make a gorgeous monument in her honor. It shall be called the Tempest Temple, a symbol for sailors and mortals and a place for prayer and homage above the waves so they knew who ruled beneath and who they should worship. She felt the fragility of the monument. Fragile, so very fragile. Regardless a suitable gift. She smiled content.

Just then the courts doors opened and the merfolk came swimming back in. The princes and princess assumed their thrones, and the pink princess led her guests to an honored location near the bottom of the room. The archons couldn't have failed to notice Eosa's absence. Armanthlis eyed Ryone, and waited for it to reply. The comely court appeared to take on the form of a trial.

[Draken]

In their return, the archons no longer showed their arts, but were somewhat stern and serious, they did indeed notice Eosa's absense. Someone else also did.

"You will have to pardon us, courtiers of lady Armanthlis, but we fear that there is no longer reason for us to remain, for the Void knows with whom he must contend, and he comes."

The Oceans

Two moons align far above and before the head of the Rhodium leviathan, funneling tremendous forces from above, so that they pierce the heavens and the oceans beneath.

A great naught descends, pushing aside air and water, a vast tendril of the Void, until it reaches the very bottom of the oceans. And there, in the center of this emptyness, arises the avatar of Amaenon, akin to a vast archon wrought of unknowable and undefined energies.

"Eosa, my niece."

[Abscondcrow]

Favora watched her new children go about their odd, mortal lives. They grew the few crops that they were willing to eat in patches, they caught some of the larger animals and attempted (Yet failed) to tame them. They hunted, killed, and feasted. Favora may have been a goddess of life.. But she understood that death was a part of it, a necessary part.
She saw as they collected spare bones, wood and rocks, and put them together to form small shrines to her. They were still new to the world.. And could not yet build the grand structures the other races built. Yet they tried. In her mind, the goddess of life thought to the merfolk, to how deceptively beautiful they were, and to how they used shiny things further enhance their beauty. Her mind jumped to the dwarves, the way they used the metals of the planet to create hardy, long lasting tools and items.

Favora made up her mind then.. She would take the wonderous designs of the other gods, and combine them into something not better, but unique, for her own, favored children. The Great Tiller looked to her shield, and broke off a tiny chunk of bright yellow metal, crushing it betwixed her fingers and sprinkling it over the great island where the Zal’zakoth resided. After the chunks, which had seemed tiny to her, but would seem rather.. Larger to her children and plummeted their full way to the earth, she summoned images of the dwarves going to about their wonderous work, creating items from the various metals they found, though she replaced the dwarf itself with a Zal’zakoth as well as the hardy, useful items the dwarves made, with more beautiful jewelry and scant “clothing” made from a mixture of this jewelry, as well as some of the larger leaves from the trees.

Pleased with her efforts, Favora smiled as her children took the images as a blessing from their goddess, and crafted leave and grass dresses, golden belts and rings, fake horns and the like. They praised her for it all the more.
It was not long though, before the goddess’ hearth (What they had come to know the sun by) blacked out, and when the Zal’zakoth closed their eyes to sleep, they were soon awakened by horrible images, their friends dying.. Their own goddess being felled. A select few even began to believe that there goddess has fallen prey to some terrible misfortune, though she assured them this was not true.

Despite none of them coming to any true harm from this phenomenon, Favora was still furious at its occurrence. That great ball of flame boosted the growth of the crops she had created, and was something that the Zal’zakoth could liken her to, to them, it was where her home was. Not only that.. But the being that had blocked out the son had planted images into the children’s head of horrible occurances to(in their mind) come? There would be retribution.

Following the source of divine energy , she found her way to the Comely Court under the sea made up of a goddess’ tears. She knew the creator of the Merfolk, a race which she did not create but still found beautiful, was inside. But she also knew the “other” was on this plane which seemed to be part of the sea, but was obviously separate. In her normal form, that of an angel wearing a bronze combat uniform and bearing a shield and hoe, she made her way in, saying nothing just yet as she watched the other gods converse. .. Who was the guilty one? Perhaps this Eosa.. after all, the one addressing her was the creator of the blotted out sun, was he not? Hmm.


Bless AP1: Blessed the Zal'zakoth, no matter where they currently stand of the great continent, with an abundance of gold. They also seem to be able to find gold much more readily than any other mortal race.

Create Lesser Concept AP 1: Stole the concept of metal working from the dwarves, as well as altering it slightly so that the Zal'zakoth create beautiful jewelry, instead of useful tools.

Ap left: 2

[Yeshon]

Karthull stepped outside for a moment, he wasn't there to see some divine conflict, rather he felt the Archons drawing on the powers of death. He wasn't angry, actually, he found it truly interesting to see his own corrupt energies seep into the Archons.

These beasts may be more callous and cruel than their counter parts, but Karthull actually liked it. He hadn't realized anything except his Reapers could draw upon his powers.

In the corner of his eye, he saw the beginnings of a conflict on the Earth. Karthull shrugged, it wouldn't go far. At least he didn't think it would. But it was marginally more interesting than sitting alone in the dark.

So, he stood on the steps of his Citadel, and simply watched.

Death is the Evil part of Karthull not the Chaotic. The Reapers for example are LE (he wanted beings he knew he could trust).

It's up to you how much a Death Archon's alignment is shifted to evil (if at all).

[Maugan Ra]

Lashar felt the Void descend into the oceans and take form - he doubted there were any of his kin that did not. Indeed, mere instants later, he felt Favora move towards the site as well. This was not a good sign. He was rather fond of his newly found niece. If nothing else, this was going to lead to a significant outcome.

So he, too, travelled through the world and came to the sudden meeting point, materializing next to Favora but a few heartbeats later. He said nothing, merely acknowledging his sister with a nod, and settled back to watch.

All ready, in his mind, he was evaluating and updating the web of inter-deity relations to account for these new events.

[mystic1110]

The nobles entertaining the Archons, replied to their sentence with grim looks. They were obviously upset. The surround the Archons from all angles, not hedging them in, but clearly barring the way to the exit. The pink princess saw what was happening and left her throne to talk with them, defusing the situation with happy words

Leaving so soon? Reasons to remain? My beautiful friends, would you remain to teach us your arts? Please!? Please! It would be such a shame if you would leave us - I have grown fond of you my dears and I hope you grew fond of me.

Armanthlis eyes narrow as her body was pushed away. It seemed the other gods loved intruding on her without permission or without showing her proper respect. She remained at her throne in the halls of the ornate beast still waiting for Ryone to respond, and thrummed her fingers and the ocean churned, monsoons and tsunamis raged, conveying Armanthlis' disapproval, at least the other gods came to the comely court to seek audience. This won't do, this won't do at all.

[Draken]

The fire archon stops and turns to the princess, his siblings stop as well.

"Our arts cannot be teached here. They come from an understanding that requires one to witness the intrincate harmony of the Void. You will have to reach our celestial abodes to learn form us."

[Shadow Lord]

In a Small Village

Ruk'Thern lay resting on a cot in the house he had lived in for his entire life. He knew that his end was near; he could feel his life seeping out of him, every day bringing him closer to the death that he feared. And so Ruk'Thern prayed. He prayed for his life to not end so soon; he prayed for more time, so he could learn more. But Ruk'Thern did not pray out of hope. He did not pray out of love for his god, or for love of his people; he prayed, instead, for fear of dying. Ruk'thern has never been a pious man; he had prayed to his god, yes, but he had never truly worshiped his god. But now, with the last bits of will he had left, Ruk'Thren truly prayed to his god.

And it was that Ruk'Thern's god answered him, and appeared before him. He took the form of a tall, powerful Dwarf, and in his hand he held a great hammer, and Ruk'Thern could feel the power radiating from the Dwarf and his Hammer. The god told Ruk'Thern of the wisdom and power within him, and it was that Bonduar said to Ruk'Thern that upon the death of Ruk'Thern he would collect his soul to prepare him for his new existence. With that said, Bonduar left with a great noise, similar to the striking of hammer on anvil.

Three Weeks Later

Ruk'Thern knew that he would die this day. He could feel it, deep inside of him, and he knew that this day his mortal form would perish, and his god would come for his soul. For this, Ruk'Thern could face his death with pride, and so Ruk'Thern stopped trying to prolong his life, and let go. It was then that a Reaper appeared before Ruk'Thern, and Ruk'Thern was scared, for Ruk'Thern knew that this creature would seek to take his soul, and Ruk'Thern did not wish for his soul to be taken.

But then it was that Bonduar appeared once again, and he sent the Reaper away. Bonduar then cut the soul of Ruk'Thern from his body, and Ruk'Thern's soul, a small, glowing blue orb, was taken by Bonduar into the sky. And there, in the place where every god had been born, Ruk'Thern felt a power imbuing his soul; he did not know what it was, but some force plunged into the very soul of Ruk'Thern and in the soul of Ruk'Thern a change happened, and he became something very unlike the mortal soul he had become. Inside him, he could now feel a power reminiscent of the power wielded by Bonduar, and then it was that Ruk'Thern's very soul changed form into something far different from what it was before. The glowing orb that had previously been Ruk'Thern's body became shrouded in constantly moving and changing runes. The orb grew larger, until it was the size of the torso of a Dwarf, and then five bulges appeared on the orb, and these bulges became arms, and legs, and a head. And then Ruk'Thern felt the power that had brought upon him this change start to lend more power to Ruk'Thern, until he felt he would explode with power. Seeking release, Ruk'Thern instinctively reached into the power reserve that he now had, and he used that power to copy the runes that now surrounded him, forming a second set that floated around his body. Ruk'Thern then flooded the runes with a part of his power, and he made the runes fixed and unchanging, an alphabet that never changes. He then flooded the runes with even more power, granting them a power all their own, tied to what each runes represented. Ruk'Thern then took each of the new runes he had made, and he then threw these runes into the Dwarven lands, and where ever one of these runes landed, the rune would form, and it would be permanently a feature of the landscape where it landed. Ruk'Thern then granted all Dwarves the ability to understand and use these runes, so that they might use these runes to enhance their lives.

Then Ruk'Thern realized that he could feel the runes he would thrown into the Dwarven lands, but he thought nothing of it at the time, assuming the distraction would lessen with time, as his mind grew to a size that could manage these new abilities that Ruk'Thern had.

Ruk'Thern then looked at Bonduar, and he said to the God of Smithing, " Is this the power that you referred to, Bonduar of the Hammer? "

Guess how many AP I spent! I'll give you a hint: it's a lot. Let's add it up:

Bless Dwarves: Grant them the ability to understand the runes that I tossed into their land. 1 AP

Create Lesser Concept: Create the Runic Alphabet. 1 AP

Create Fabled Concept: Create Runic Magic; Magic that uses the Runic Alphabet to do it's effects. 4 AP

Alter Land: To toss the runes into the Dwarven lands. 1 AP

And that's it; that's 7 AP, so I'm down to 8 AP now. I wonder what I'll do next!

[mystic1110]

The ocean began to seep into the vacuum which Amaenon created with the power of his moons. Gravity meant nothing to these waters which were as much a part of their goddess as they were mere molecules and elements. They were alive, and they did not like being controlled. Sure the currents, had names for each other in a language that only Armanthlis knew. Sure, The currents allowed Lashar to bind them, because their mistress allowed him too. This was different. This was audacious and unprovoked violence. So they seeped in till there was no vacuum anymore, the omni-elemental archon that was Amaenon was covered in salt water as he stood over Eosa. And then the waters calmed as if to say "do not presume to command here," and "Next time, simply ask." And then no more theatrics, even Armanthlis was curious what will be the judgement of her daughter, though she supposed if one would try to punish her without asking permission first....

The merfolk surrounding the archons in the comely court laughed at their suggestions to leave the ocean. The pink princess smiled and gently said

No that won't do at all, we won't leave the mother's tears. You will just have to stay here and do your best. I'm sure we can entertain you here as well. Why would you want to leave?

[Draken]

The avatar shifts unconfortably as the ocean colapses in on it, and continuously pushes against the waters.

-----

A mildly faster upwards current surrounds the fire archon for a moment.

"We can no more teach you our arts here than we could tech you to fly, the medium is simply not appropriate. And our reasons to leave are our own."

With arms crossed, the archon glares at the merfolk mob.

"I find it fair to inform you that you will not hinder my passage, but merely find agony and have your bodies marred forevermore should I deign to approach. All you have achieved is placing your fates at my whim."

Truly, how would they ever halt the archon's passage while they seethe and burn around him?

[mystic1110]

The merfolk all begin to laugh, literally break down, there glamour falling off and being drawn back on, the effect is a room gone mad with laughter. It was like there entire social countenance during the overarching social encounter had been a comedy leading to that punchline. Obviously they didn't bother explaining what was so funny. The pink princess smiled from behind her veil of ruby and stated playfully:

So Rude. So rude. But please come back. You have been so much fun.

What was the joke? Only the merfolk knew.

[Xondoure]

Birth of a Goddess

The new born child of the void took it's first few thoughts in as it gazed with wonder upon the celestial beauty that surrounded it.

"Father void, your starlit form is the source of such infinite expression. What shall be my place in it?"

[Draken]

Alas, archons have no mouths and no faces, so one could not see their smirks. Still, the fire archon speaks pleasantly to the princess once again.

"You have been a most gracious host, we sure will see about a return. But for now, we must part with but a farewell kiss."

He brings a hand to his faceless head, where a mouth would be, and then stretches it out. A warmth quickly reaches the water around her.

As the archons turn and move to the exit, the warmth grows into heat, until finally the water boils around the pink princess, as hot as the searing grip of the archon himself.

The water cools once again when the celestial beings leave the court, most likely leaving the merwoman ruined and barely alive, because cruelty is not lost in them, and they are neither fools nor humble enough to accept the court's deeds gracefully.

-----

The Void gathers a great nebulous eye to better interact with his daughter.

"Whatever you wish it be, Sura, for you are a creator, and I would wish to see your wonders."

[mystic1110]

The pink princess shrieked as she boiled alive. Her words as greetings provided an ironic echo. For you've come here to burn us! To burn the hearts out of us! she shrieked and withered on the floor as the Archons left and the merfolk continued to laugh. When the archons left the room unmolested, A masked merfolk lifted the poor girl's veil kissed her on her brow and then slid a silver knife between her ribs, killing her. Mercy for a servant. For you see the masked merfolk revealed herself as a the actual pink princess. The maid on the floor was merely a double. That was one of the jokes. Mistaken identities were common in the comely court. The only rulers you were certain to be who they said they were were Armanthlis, her daughter and the peacock prince. Armanthlis knew where the real rulers were and why they did what they did, so she let the masquerade continue and treated the doubles as the rulers themselves. Nonetheless, the pink princess smiled and assumed her throne as other merfolk carried away the broken body. The archon's rudeness was appropriate, they were being laughed at, it was what she would have done if she could. Anyway for now the fun was over, and as soon as the Queen finished questioning her brother, their would need to be a Comely Convention. The pink princess smiled, the archons had given her so many wonderful ideas.

[Fremen]

Within the plain marble halls of Elyssia moved the tireless seraphs, marching or flying from watchtower to battlement in strict ordered rotations, ever ready, ever watchful. Deep within its central keep sat their lord and master, silent in focused contemplation as he gazed down at the world below. He watched the dwarves mine and forge, while the Galdough removed themselves ever more from the world about them, constructing vast and awe-inspiring fortifications to hide behind. He was so focused upon the constantly-shifting mortal races below that he was caught almost by surprise when a pair of beautiful seraphs entered his chamber.

He looked to them, his golden eyes meeting their silver. Before him they sank to one knee, each holding their soul-bonded swords downwards before them and their heads bowed. The Paladin God nodded respectfully and the warrior-angels rose, one stepping forth to speak, “My lord, we bring word: the skies are no longer ours alone; great serpents of air and sand have been spotted, causing havoc with the winds and waves.”

Zahariel said nothing as the seraphs explained what they had seen of the storms and tides. They spoke of their increasing attention of the great seas… and of what little they had glimpsed beneath its roiling lens. It wasn’t much, just fleeting images of gems in the deep, but being creations of Zahariel they knew acts of evil when they saw it.

“They are beings of evil then, these water-dwellers?” asked Zahariel.

“We do not believe so,” said the second seraph. “The few we witnessed slew one of their own in a most vile way, but the victim seemed to possess no evil within her. It is likely they are creations free to choose good or evil.”

The god nodded slowly. He had witnessed the mortal races below, and they had exhibited acts of morality unbound by divine strictures; they were as likely to bring joy to another as they were to take what wasn’t theirs. The world is progressing more quickly than I had wished, he thought. Serpents make the sky churn, the sun is brought to darkness, and the forces of chaos and evil move without restraint.

“Bring the therms,” he said simply, and the seraphs alighted. Before long he marched out of his throne room, Warsong in hand, into the courtyard of Elyssia. There, beneath the fluttering banners of white and gold stood the masses of the therms, quieting quickly as their creator emerged before them.

“The time has come, my little ones, to make our presence known to the world beneath,” his voice carried strongly across the whole of the Bastion of the Heavens. “Those who dwell there know not morality, not holy justice, not chivalry nor zeal. You do. As creations of my own form you share these traits with me, and I would see them shared with the greater world. You are my messengers, and so I would have you take to the skies and spread a message for me.” The message had no words any mortal could understand, but rather was a message of pure righteousness and holy benevolence.

The therms spread their wings wide and took flight, emerging from the armoured gates of Elyssia like a great flock of majestic birds. They spread out across the skies, to each of the “bottles” of the world; from the mountain slopes to the deep dwarven mines, across the jungles and atop the volcanoes. Everywhere they went they delivered their message to any who would listen, and as they did a tiny part of Zahariel’s purity was spread out through them, bringing morality to all who could hear of it. They did not speak to the great phalanx, the reapers in the darkness, or the merfolk beneath the water, for though the seraphs did not know of the evil they represented, Zahariel’s will was that of a god, and even in the telling of them he could see through their glamour.

Not all the therms were sent out to the mortal races, for Zahariel had kept some behind. A handful was there in case of unforeseen need, but for four of them a more important task awaited. “As the races below will come to know of the righteous path, so too will the other gods. Some will fear it, others will give it no mind, but some will oppose it, and the wrath of a god is no small thing,” he told them. “We must not stand alone, and so I would send you to the gods who might listen.”

He looked down to a young male with the brown wings of a falcon, with short-cropped hair, “Go to Favora, if you can find her, and ask her to join me in Elyssia, to hear me out.”

To an old male with the mottled wings of a dove, “To you I charge with the task to meeting the young Sura Msanii, to see if such a youthful god can be brought into such holy purpose.”

A pair of females with the wings of eagles remained, rare twins amongst the varied therms. “For you, the wise Brelhemnon; and for you, the magical Ruk’thern. They too are asked to come to the Bastion, to discuss a matter of great import.”

The therms departed, each with a pair of seraphs to ensure that they made it to their destinations unharmed. As they flew away Zahariel made to return to his throne, but stopped as he spotted something unusual in one of his seraphs. “Come closer, my daughter,” he said curiously.

The seraph did as she was bid, knowing what her master wanted of her. Without being asked she spread out her wings for the Paladin God to inspect. “I know not how they came to be missing,” she said, indicating the two feathers whose absence they both knew of.

Zahariel simply smiled and nodded sagely. “You will fly true still, my seraph. Go now, return to your duties.” He knew the work of another god when he saw it, even if he knew not why it had occurred.

Before he moved again he felt the presence of one known to him, and smiled. He had intended to go out himself to find the Forge Master, and he was pleased to know that he brother sought him as well. As the gate-wardens approached him to bring news of Bonduar’s arrival he was already moving to meet him. He made for the gates, but as he did he summoned a handful of the seraphs to walk with him.

“Reapers in the shadows and sky-serpents in the clouds, I would have these creatures watched closely,” he ordered. “But also keep watch of the oceans, and those below. Spread the word to all your sisters: trust not the merfolk, for they are evil, no matter how they appear.” The seraphs were slightly confused, those who had seen the merfolk, but they did as was bid them without question.

Throwing open the great double-gates of Elyssia, Zahariel met his guest with a smile. “Bonduar, my brother, it is good to see you. Come, be welcome in my home. I would bring you to my chambers, for there I would speak to you, as I would others of our kin.”

Starting AP: 1

Rollover: +4

Create Concept (1): Morality (Good) – the simple notion of goodness, as we understand it. All lesser, mortal races upon the world (excluding the merfolk) are given Morality (good) by the grace of the therms. If anyone specifically does not want this to happen to their race, just have it not take, or have the therms turned away.

Remaining AP: 4

[Elemental]

Why! You must be another of my Uncles. It is a pleasure to meet you.
Eosa bows, smiling behind her veil. She shifted into serpent form and swam up to where Amaenon was, coiling around the bubble he maintained. The diffuse light of the deep glinted off her jewelled scales.
However, I am unable to stay and chat for long as I have errands. While you are here, you must pay Mother a visit.

[Maugan Ra]

"Eosa, allow me to introduce Amaenon. You are right, he s indeed another of your uncles, much as I am. More importantly for now... it was his works you disrupted when you blotted out the sun."

Lashar said softly, watching with wariness. He trusted that the young goddess would grasp the potential danger involved in the situation promptly.

For a moment, he was distracted as he felt the fabric of the world shift, ever-so-slightly. A quick moment's thought discovered the source - the one he knew as Zaharial, twisting the minds of the mortal races into a pale reflection of his own ethos. Angered, Lashar crafted for his favored children a mental shield, preserving them from the immediate effects of this new... philosophy. That done, he whispered to the air, knowing his words would be carried only to the ears of the Paladin God.

"Zaharial, I appreciate you have been living in some isolation, but I believe even one such as you would know better. If you seek to alter the minds and souls of my favored children, common courtesy would demand that you at least speak to me first."

So yeah, preventing the Gauldough at least from being infected by this 'good' thing. A temporary bar, for now - Lashar doesn't much mind what sort of morality his adopted children hold for themselves, but he does object to other deities trying to alter his work. Shall speak more on the subject once this business with Eosa is concluded.

[Draken]

The Void follows Eosa with his inexistant eyes.

"My brother is quite conside, dear niece. So I will make only one request. Lift your curse, and let the sun shine once more."

[Elemental]

Oh Uncle... Are you so concerned with that shabby screen?
Why! I bet you could tear it down with a mere thought!
She coils and dances through the water, mesmerising whatever sea life happens to be looking that way.
It'll fall shortly anyway.
And indeed, she spoke the truth. The sheet of darkness that blocked the Sun began to break apart, large holes and cracks appearing in what had otherwise been solid. The sun shone through the gaps, great beams of light reaching out to the world below.
It will take only a day for it to full dissipate.
Really Uncle! You worry far too much about these things!
With that, she swam off and into the underworld she had made.

[Ajadea]

[Her eyes assume a fiercer gaze while turning to the other god in the room] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"]And pleasantries must be exchanged. Conversation loses it's beauty without them! Honored guest, your honor is impinged however since you took a heart of mine without asking. A heart made of ruby blood and Quartz Flesh.[one forced tear runs down her face]Woe is me! What have i done to you for you to steal from me?

Ryone watched with starlight eyes, for what seemed to her as no more than an instant. But then again, an aeon alone could easily warp one's sense of time. Masked intrigue... not her forte. But why engage, when truth could do as well as a lie? "Because I desired brilliance in my creations. Cunning to match courage, and the pride to look up to the skies and challenge even gods...." She inclined her head slightly - not much, but far more than she had apparently been willing to do before. "Tell me, little sister, why should I have made such things myself when you had already created the epitome of what I desired?"

[Umbranar]

Bonduar looked back to the point where Ruk`Thern`s voice came from.
Hold on Brother, I think Ruk`Thern will be interested in the business at hand. Bonduar concentrated for a moment to communicate with the new god: Ruk`Thern, I wish I could have been with you when you became fully aware of your new form. Sadly, events call me to other duties. I would like you to join me and my brother Zaharial for grant things are bound to happen and you have knowledge we all lack. The knowledge of how life as mortal is. This knowledge could help us in our goals. Join us at Elyssia to meet Zaharial and to discuss the affairs of the world.

After his message to Ruk`Thern he looked back at Zaharial. Lead the way brother, im sure Ruk`Thern will join us soon. I saw you Therms spread out, some even with armored escort, will others join us?

[Elemental]

Eosa wandered the caverns deep with the Earth. It was nice and dark within them. Silent too, save for the rustling of her scales against the rock and the occasional drip of water.
But Eosa began to feel lonely. Her Mother's ocean was too vibrant, too full of life, but here... Here it was too dull!
So, she set about making creatures suitable for this environment.
Blind fishes of pale crystal for the lakes and streams, blind silver winged creatures the flew by radar, giant spiders of black onyx that wove barbed webs of diamond, tiny carnelian worms that glowed with opalescent light, vanadium, unusual birds that floated over lakes of magma on wings of zirconium and eyeless lizards of rose quartz...
These, and many more exotic and strange creatures began came to life in the dark. Most were slow and patient, few disturbed the still air too much.
Now the caverns were almost perfect. Now they just needed to be more extensive!
With that, Eosa willed the caverns to grow and spread below all parts of the world, even under the greatest depths of the ocean, but this time, she was gentler and the earth did not shake.


Starting AP: 10
Create Life: Subterranean creatures. Much like cave dwelling animals of the Earth, but crystal. Few ever go out into the open air.
I'm assuming that some life from the surface will also take advantage of the caverns everywhere. 1 AP
Alter Land: Now the subterranean caverns are under all parts of the land and the ocean. However, those caverns under the deepest parts of the ocean are much too warm due to the thinness of the crust in those locations and are often filled with magma. Thus, the caverns are separated into three main groups that a separate from one another. 1 AP

Remaining AP: 8

[mystic1110]

Armanthlis sighed, obviously pleased with Ryone's words. She smiled graciously.

True, very true. I would have gladly given you more hearts, if you so much as asked, remember to do that next time. Although it seems to me I have some stake in your creations now. After all it was my beauty and cunning which makes your creations what they are. I feel responsible! It's bad enough they breath air, but to live above the waves. . . I pity them. You must let me help them. I insist. Ah! I will not muddy my waters your creations, but I will grant them a gift! A gift of Beauty beyond measure!

With those words Armanthlis swam off her throne and spun the water in the comely court, over the edge of the amethyst down, where a opal anglerfish gleamed, All mortals shall Know the road to the Merciful ocean, That is now the Sea of Dreams — Where the hideous may lay their wrongs away, and the repulsive may forget how to weep at themselves. The ocean was water and dream. True beauty. Mortals had to be careful. If they spent too much time swimming in that ocean inside their skulls they might drown. But dream was real now. And dream was beautiful. From now on, all mortals, when they went to sleep would dream incredible miraculous fantasies, in colors only rivaled by those in the ocean. Dreams so beautiful that whenever they wake up, they mourn the death of a dream. Armanthlis settled back on her throne after she weaved the fabric of dream, tired yet happy.

I have spread my dreams throughout the waters of the world; swim softly because you swim my dreams. Perhaps your creations may find small pleasure in that.

The merfolk smiled, diamond teeth flashing behind veils and masks, dreams... oh dreams.... for when Armanthlis weaved dream she wove it into the water. Each dream that was drempt lived underneath the waves somewhere, as ephemeral as a dream was. When Armanthlis said to swim carefully, she meant that literately. A dreamer's dreams were real actual material manifestations of desire, that swam beneath the waves. The ocean was now a cacophony of jewels and dream lands. A corporal creature might not see it... but the merfolk could. They could swim into any dream.

Armanthlis smiled at Ryone

2 AP enter

1 Create lesser concept: Dream. Every mortal has dreams (including merfolk) The ocean is now a dream land as well. Dreams exist within the sea and dreamscapes of each dreamer exist in the sea as well. They aren't regularly visible to mortals, except to merfolk who can swim into any dream. They can't change dreams... yet. But right now they can simply see them while everyone else looks into the ocean and seas water. Armanthlis Tempest temple to the dream eye looks like a holocaust of dreams, crashing against each other, blended into oblivion. Armanthis purview is beauty, so these dreams are....like the best dreams you ever had.

1 Bless: Everyone has dreams.

No AP left

[Fremen]

Zahariel merely smiled as Bonduar contacted his divine progeny before leading him through the winding marble corridors of Elyssia, to the great keep at its heart. "I look forward to meeting Ruk'thern," he said as they entered his hall. "I sent a therm to invite him myself, so I would be surprised if he turned down such a call from us both. I hope that others will join us, for I sent messengers to Favora, Sura Msanii, and Brelhemnon. I have not met the former two, but Brelhemnon seems a most agreeable being."

He smiled with a sigh, "But you know the nature of deities, it may be that none deign to join us. We will see soon enough."

Before he could say more he heard and felt discord from below, where another god had taken umbrage with him. He made apologies to Bonduar, and turned his attention to Lashar, the cunning father of the Gauldough. "Peace, brother, I meant you and your children neither harm nor insult," he spoke calmly to the wind. "Your creations are models of cooperation, of standing together and aiding one another, and so I would bestow upon them the gift of benevolence. The world over which we watch could learn well from their industrious helpfulness, and I merely wanted to share with them and all races a kindness which they could share amongst themselves."

He paused for a moment before continuing. "You have your Gauldough hide beneath great achievements of architecture and engineering, but evil lives in our universe already, and from it comes suffering and death. Would you wish such a fate for your children, or would you see them happy? Think on it, my brother, and I will respect your decision."

With that Zahariel turned back to Bonduar. "I am sorry, but apparently there are those who did not appreciate my gifts upon the mortal world. Now, what can you tell me of my nephew, Ruk'thern?"

[Maugan Ra]

Lashar stood motionless for a time, turning the words of his fellow god over and over in his head. He did not quite understand all the concepts Zaharial made reference to, or rather, he was sure there was significance to them that he was missing. He had to admit some concern at that prospect, for he was a craftsman, and his works could only be flawed if they indeed lacked whatever aspects it was that Zaharial knew so intimately.

Eventually, he decided that the only thing to do would be to speak to his brother on this, and with a few strides he stood outside the gates of Elyssia. Again he spoke to the air, knowing his kind would hear it.

"I apologise for the presumption, brother, but I do not understand. You speak of compassion and benevolence as though they are qualities to be desired, but to my ear they are just words. Likewise, this talk of evil, suffering and death... do you speak of our brother Karthull? There is something here I am missing, but I do not know what."

Below the Gauldough nation

The first of the Gauldough to venture into the newly discovered lands beneath their own was known as Arum, and he went with a dozen of his kin. Slowly they proceeded into the depths, eyeless heads turning from side to side as they analysed the varying air currents all around them. Now and then one of the group would make an odd chittering sound, listening with keen ears to the way the echoes reflected back to them.

Behind them, others of their brood were already sealing the tunnel with crude walls, while others brought the materials necessary to craft a proper barrier once the scouting party returned with news.

[Abscondcrow]

A god, one on a separate plane, but one who felt near, weaved dreams into the minds of many on the planet, her children included. Dreams were not necessarily a bad thing, however it was a second edit to the Zal’Zakoths subconscious in an extremely short time. Once again without her permission. The goddess of life felt her anger slowly boiling..

Finally, she watched the one known as Eosa, the one who it seemed she had come here looking for, retreat into her domain, uncaring, whimsical. Unlike the void, she had come here for retribution, yet this.. Child of a god simply left like the other deities gathered were nothing.
Favora, tiller of life, could take no more. In a burst of unfathomable rage, she performed a mighty leap, sending her flying out of the Comely court, straight through the ocean, past the lands and straight into space, all the while pouring huge amounts of energy into her hoe.
At the climax of her ascent, where she finally stopped, what had once appeared to be a farming tool was now a massive pole of pure destructive energy. She raised it above her head, preparing to throw it like a javelin towards the planet, “We must start a new..” Halfway through her downward swing though, she jerked to a halt.. Something stopped her, nagging in the back of her mind. A voice? T’was not her own voice.. She did not know from whom the voice origionated, but she knew it wanted her to look upon her favoured creations one last time before she decided to destroy everything.

---

Killin, continent of the Zal’zakoth
I was along along in the forest today, when I encountered a bird with an injured wing. My first thought was to kill it and bring it home for dinner.. But when I looked around to see if anyone was watching, I noticed a mate, and eggs in a nest. I had to bring food home.. But it would be “cruel” (what a strange concept ) to kill this creature, who had a mate and was capable of reproducing. I got some leaves from the large trees with the hard nuts, and wove them around the birds injured wing, holding it in place properly. I carried her to her nest and took my prize, two of the six eggs. Payment for services rendered.. They can easily make more, so I think I made the right choice.

---

Favora, the Void
The Tiller of Life watched this all with interest.. She had never taught her Zal’zakoth the difference between right and wrong, preserving a creature’s family and slaughtering it completely, good and evil. Yet some of them, most of them, seemed to have picked it up. She looked to the destructive energy in her grasp and sighed a weary sigh of embarrassment. She was the god of life.. And protecting. Yet here she was, prepared to destroy everything she, and the other gods had created. While another god, one she had not yet encountered was creating a way to make life better. This was disgusting.

With that thought, the goddess who looked like a seraph began to slowly shape this energy, molding it. She increased the concentration near the top, made it slowly grow, giving it an almost tubular fashion. She gave the shimmering energy a pair of fangs, pressed the greater concentration into a hood. Finally she solidified the shape, once gain taking ideas from the dwarves for it’s design. A great serpent of metal.. Her first divine child, a god.

“You, Xacha, are my child. I know not what path you will create for yourself, I know not what you shall do with the great powers bestowed upon you, upon all gods. You have the essence of both the destroyer, and creator within you, and thus may do great acts of good, or villainous acts of evil. Which ever way you go, I hope it is the right one.”

As a certain Therm found it’s way to her, Favora simply nodded and said, “Lead the way. You may come as well if you wish, Xacha.” Not needing an explanation. When a god wanted to meet with another, both parties were likely to be fully aware. Before long, she arrived at Ellysia.

Created Xacha, Drowlords god as well as chnging Favora's appearance slightly. She is no longer seen with a hoe, her right hand is now empty.

[Drowlord]

The Void
"Yes, mother. I see, and I create."

The hooded serpent turned his metallic gaze on the odd world below, saw the mermaids playing in their undersea realm, saw the Gauldough digging underground.
He saw the mortals' creativity, and saw how flawed the gods were for making their races imperfect.

He stared at the land, and it wavered and changed.

Actions:
Change Land: Xach'rek
This jungle, about the size of The United States, is entirely covered in lush jungle. It resembles from above a giant emerald eye, with a huge black, perfectly pyramidal mountain in the center like a pupil. A series of caves twist throught the land underneath the pyramid up to the center of the pyramid, an empty cavern. It reaches down to the deep caves in the earth's core.

Create Race: Xalon
These creatures, resembling large serpents, live in the caverns of the Black Pyramid. They also live in the cave system below it, and even stray into the deeper caverns beneath. They are very poisonous and stealthy, and are also intelligent.

Create Race: Ker'chax
These creatures look like goblins, but with scales, the beauty and grace of elves, and long, razor-sharp and intensely strong claws and fangs. They revere the Black Pyramid, staying away from it at all costs.

AP: 15-1-1-1=12.

[Draken]

The Void's anger waned as the sun shone down once again, the red sheen of the stars gave way to their usual hues.

"It is not about what I can or cannot do, but about what should and should not be done."

Far above, another set of Amaenon's endless eyes watches Favora vent her frustrations, threatening cataclysm before thinking better.

In the while, he curiously follows the small winged beings that cross him at Zahariel's behest, seeking out other gods.

[Elemental]

Eosa wandered the caverns and felt two disturbances.
It seems that mortals had decided to visit her!
Following the passages, the path known only to her, she quickly arrived where the Gauldough explored. This would be fun...
Greetings. You have arrived in the realm of the Lady of Nightmares. And do you know what that means?
She stared at them intently, the unblinking eyes of her serpent form piercing into their souls.
No? You don't know?
It means you're trespassing! How silly of you not to know that!
Eosa grinned, bright fangs showing in the darkness.
Run.
And when they did not comply immediately, she struck the nearest Gauldough, acidic venom dissolving the hard rock of its body. Needless to say, now they ran.
All shall know fear! For Eosa is in every shadow!
That night, all the Gauldough dreamt of a terrifying serpent with venom that ate through rock that lived in the darkness of the deepest tunnels.

Starting AP: 10
Curse: The Gauldough know of Eosa now because of the nightmare they all shared. And they fear her. 1 AP
Remaining AP: 9

Apologies for any godmodding.


Now that that was out of the way, she could deal with the other intrusion. It did not take her long to arrive at the caverns where the Xalon dwelt. Though she did not see the structure above, she could feel its shape.
She quickly sought out the nearest Xalon, a serpent like herself. Now, that just wouldn't do! She shifted into her humanoid form and walked up to it, smiling behind her veil.
Greetings to you noble serpent. I am Eosa, ruler of this realm.
I see you live in a pyramid? How extravagantly geometric!

[Hydranova]

The Halls

The messenger Therms Zahariel sent found, in front of them, the same notice Shtirge got- apparantly queues did not differentiate between the divine and the celestial.

Meanwhile....

Under the Sea

A fraction of Brelhemnon, in its quest to get ten members of each sentient race to join the Administration, had appeared in the sea. This time, it took on the form of a Merman made out of not jewels, but obsidian and marble polished down to that they were completely smooth, even at a microscopic level. Its appearance in general did not evoke images of beauty, but rather someone who was......classy, yes. Extremely classy. Even his avatar appeared to be wearing a business suit and jacket.

Greetings. I have not heard of your kind before- please, illuminate me as to what thou art.

[Umbranar]

As Favora arrives Bonduar approaches her and bows.
Lady Favora, how wonderful that you would join us here. I can only guess what my brother wants as he has summoned many to Elyssia, but im glad the creator of worlds has answered.

He then eyes the empty hand of Favora where the hoe should have been.
For a moment it actually shocked him. My lady, I was planning to come to you in time to offer you to reforge your hoe into a tool of true beauty and power, alas I did not have the power to do so as of late. It saddens me to see it missing. I hereby offer to forge you a new one to match your beauty and power. Its the least I can do for one responsable for my creation.

Prayers then filled Bonduar`s mind again, the dwarves were dreaming as it seems and some of them wanted to know what those dreams meant. Someone was meddling with his mortal children. It was a concern for later, many gods would be gathered in Elyssia soon and there were important things to be discussed.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Phalanx, Spreading over the world

As the Phalanx spread over the world, so too did the weather, weather of every kind imaginable. Some of the Phalanx seemed to favor certain weather patterns over others, some would bring life-giving rains and pleasant clouds to shield those below from the sun's harsh rays, others created storms and heavy downfalls, lightning crashed upon the earth and the heavy rain led to flooding, others among the Phalanx seemed to have no preference, and merely changed the weather as whimsy took them, or as a reflection of their shifting mood, and so as some began to settle down, the weather in certain areas became somewhat predictable for good or for ill, and in others it was ever changing and mercurial, with no way to measure its comings and goings. In still other places, some mortals learned that certain behaviors could change the weather, for if they pleased or amused certain Phalanx they would bring good weather or make the skies clear and bright, but if they angered or insulted one then terrible weather and misfortune would fall upon the land.

You can all choose what kind of weather/Phalanxes settle in certain areas around your mortals as it suits you, for the purpose of determining weather

Phalanx, Elyssia

Some of the mighty sky serpents came upon a strange sight, something unexpected: A great orb hovered in the sky, dominating what was theirs to dominate as had been decreed by their Sky-Father. Several began to investigate, curious, they shifted and spun around the curious shape, some sent powerful buffeting winds at the sphere, to see if it would hold its position or determine what held it aloft, some created great clouds over it and caused them to rain, to see how it would interact with the sphere and how it would play over its surface, and still others created angry storm clouds around the sphere, sending crashing lightning into the sphere, to see how the lightning would dance across it, or to indicate their displeasure at having their place in the skies presumpted by this seemingly lifeless orb.

[Fremen]

Elyssia

The tiny therm was flanked by a pair of daunting and imperious seraphs as he led the goddess Favora through the clouds to the shining white of his home. There stood the Righteous Gate, opening in welcome to the life-bringing deity. They stood immeasurably tall and wide, made of some unknown metal, but thick and strong, bearing images of hosts of seraphs rising in bas-relief upon its façade. The double doors were flanked by immense banners which swayed slowly in the winds, each bearing images Zahariel’s Warsong in gold and white.

Through the marble corridors the therm flew, silent and nervous, for to deal with the gods was to interact with the greatness of divinity; a thing no mortal should take lightly.

Before long they had arrived at the keep, and in the open courtyard the therm landed softly and bid Favora enter when she willed. The seraphs bowed low to the goddess before taking wing and returning to the walls again, forever watching the world with swords in hand.

Bonduar was the first to greet Favora as she entered, and Zahariel quietly let the two of them speak for a moment, knowing that the latter had given life to the former. He mused on the thought, and whilst the two other gods talked, he stepped back for a moment of introspection.

The world below is just starting to understand good and evil, and the mortal races will need aid and attention in their growth, he mused. Perhaps more than I can provide alone. He reached deep into himself and closed his eyes, focusing on the part of him that most cared for the lesser beings who walked the earth. Thoughts of altruism and the wealth that no substance could provide pervaded his mind, and he decided to give them form.

From his gauntleted hands Zahariel revealed a figure - that of a child, well dressed but possessing of a disgruntled scowl. The Paladin God smiled knowingly as he looked upon the face of this new god. “Awaken my son, and know me. I am Zahariel, and I give unto you the power of godhood, to bring goodness and order into the world as you choose.” He glanced behind him at the other gods. “There is much that I must attend to, as you will soon understand, so take the freedom you were born with, and choose your own path. Far beneath us lies the world of mortals, but here in Elyssia begins a meeting of the gods. It is to you to choose which you will attend.” With that he nodded once more to his son, then returned to the others.

“Favora, I thank you for coming. There is a matter I would discuss, but I would speak of it with all those invited,” he said apologetically. “Hopefully our brethren will not keep us waiting too long, but until then, please…”

He gestured to the centre of his throne room, where now there sat a great table upon a dias, and around it grand chairs of marble. “…make yourself comfortable.”

From just beyond the Righteous Gate came the confused voice of Lashar, seeking to understand the whims of Zahariel. Bowing politely, he excused himself from the chamber, there to meet with the father of the Gauldough.

He listened to his sibling’s confusions, and found himself confused as well; how could a being not of evil, not wish good? For that matter, how could it not understand it? It simply had not occurred to Zahariel to question whether his message would be understood by the other gods. “Karthull is indeed a being of evil and suffering, as I am a being of benevolence and good. You, my brother, understand logic and the concrete, so I pose to you a test: let the Gauldough decide. Grant one or a few of their number the message I sent out upon my Therms, and then let them speak of it to you, for you to decide what happens to the greater whole.”

Brelhemnon

Beside Brelhemnon stood ten therms, their scroll-laden figures busily scribbling notes into the tomes provided them by their ward. Yet wherever they were, they still heard word from the others, ever the messengers, and so when Zahariel’s call went out to rally the world to the forces of light and good, these scribes took notice. So too did they know of their creator’s summons to the gods, for the female therm tasked with the invitation had found her kin and delivered unto them the summons.

They shared a look between them and one of them, an elder woman, stepped forth to address the Great Librarian, “Brelhemnon, our master Zahariel wishes us to extend to you an invitation to join him in a meetings of gods. He says it is a matter of potent import, and would welcome your presence,” the therm said hesitantly, doing her best not to interrupt whatever divine task Brelhemnon was currently working upon.

The Bastion of the Heavens

The seraphs held their weapons out and ready as the great sky beasts circled curiously about Elyssia, each treating the white fortress differently. From clear skies grew great black thunderstorms, booming about the marble walls as winds buffeted the battlements. The seraphs were strong and braved the storms, while the stone façades proved indefatigable in the face of the onslaught of wind and water. The howling gales and pouring rains never quite touched the white surfaces, and the thunderous lightning bolts refused to connect to either the smooth exterior or the armoured figures within.

For their part the warrior-maidens held their ranks, ready to repel any phalanx which dared try to attack. From atop the battlements of a watchtower emerged one of their number, who stood defiant in the stormy sky, with blade held at her side. “BEGONE, SNAKES OF THE SKY, ELYSSIA IS NOT YOURS TO TOUCH!” she yelled into the wind. “WIDE IS YOUR DOMAIN, SO FLY ELSEWHERE; LEST THE HOSTS OF THE HEAVENS SEND YOU FROM OUR SKY!”

[Drowlord]

Xach'rek
The Phalanx over Xach'rek were spirits of heavy rain. They kept the jungle unfolding and growing, a place of untold secrets.
Actions:
Create Life: Pyramid Guards
To make sure no creature enters the Black Gate that is unworthy, fierce guards in the semblance of mechanical Ker'chax kill any attempting to enter.
AP: 12-1=11.

[mystic1110]

Brelhemnon, Under the Waves

The obsidian and marble merfolk greeted and was greeted by three low born Peacock's. Shades of ruby, gold, silver and baser minerals and metals shone in their tails. They looked like the most beautiful lures you could imagine. They danced around the Classy stranger. He was classy, yes, but not beautiful. With no glamour, he was more grim than the others, but the merfolk knew him to be highborn since he only had two colors on him. It wasn't unheard of for a Knight to walk around unglamoured - they did it sometimes to show to the low-born that they were still better without enchantments.

Although by his words, and the fact that he was standing directly in a dream, indicated that he was not a merfolk. The laughingly thought it was hilarious that a blemished would pretend to be an unblemished let alone an immaculate bi-material. But merfolk love their games! One with a peacock tail of various blue, red, yellow, black stone and silver jewellery spoke to the strange creature

Us? Why wouldn't you know who we are? Aren't you one of us?

The others smiled and chorused

One of us! One of Us!

Dreams Beneath the Waves

Gauldough dreamed of a terrifying serpent with venom that ate through rock. The dream, for those who could see it was a massive river under water, as if it was heavier than the ocean and it sank and was moved along one of the massive currents of the world. The dream was an ugly one and the merfolk avoided it. Not out of fear but disgust, they preferred to frolic among the beautiful dreams. The dreams of Humans where like white clouds beneath the waves, made of marble and pure white, shined with random jewels, they were a favorite among the comely court. So full of variation and possibility. Zal'zakoth dreams were serpents in the waves and gilded with emerald and sapphire. The perfect compliment to human. Half snake and half humanoid, almost merfolk. Xalon dreams were a great substitute as well. The River of nightmares though was a holy dream, it was the veiled daughter's dream - so the merfolk, mostly mermaids, spent time there learning from their mother's daughter, the ways of fear.

The Dreams of the Phalanx's were small. But gorgeous. They were dreams of sapphire lightning and diamond skies. Merfolk spent time among these dreams as well. Dwarf dreams were dull things of brick. Merfolk usually avoided them since they were ugly and boring. Disappointing. Ker'chax dreams were strange. They were misshapen but graceful, and were used as an intresting spice. Therm dreams were ones of gold chains, servitude and duty. Merfolk played with these dreams, but they couldn't interact with them. The dreams of the Therm stayed in schools, like gold minnows. Sometimes the gold minnows stayed with these dreams. These dreams were like appetizers for any nightly merriment among the sea of dreams.

The dreams of the reapers were ink darkness, pure onyx, tinged with grey charcoal. The merfolk loved them! These dreams were heavy and beautiful in their single-mindedness. they were so dark and pure. If the dreams of the Therms' was an appetizer, reaper dreams were the main course, with a side of Phalanx and finally a desert of Human. Of course this allusion to food is inappropriate, the merfolk simply swam through these dreams and laughed... but allusions... the thing about allusions.... the thing.... the merfolk lipped their lips.

[The Bandicoot]

Elyssia
Isglef looks up at his father and silently nods, hopping out of his hand. He wordlessly changes form to that of a plainly dressed and shakey old man with a walking stick and a severe limp. His eyes are bright and his smile wide. He slowly walks to a chair and sits down, looking around without saying a word.

[Maugan Ra]

Lashar considers the proposed idea, the nods, satisfied. It seemed like a suitable compromise - the Gauldough were practically minor imitations of his own spirit in some ways, so their reaction to the concepts the Therms sought to introduce should, at the very least, give him a place to start his own decision making.

With that decided, the builder stretched out his consciousness and ceased his initial attempts to make the Gauldough blind and death to the preachers around them. He would wait and see how they reacted. It would be interesting, at least.

The builder god was about to depart Elyssia once more when he heard the ongoing confrontation just outside the walls. Curious, he made his way over there, politely nodding to any fellow deities he passed en route. He'd almost reached the wall when a great shadow fell across him, cast by a great flying... thing that roared as it swooped overhead, sheathed in lightning and trailing story clouds in its wake.

With a surprised laugh, Lashar threw himself in the air to more properly examine the great flying beast, dozens of different ideas spinning through his mind already.

"Why, you are just... magnificent."

[Ajadea]

Dreams! So beautiful! "Thank you dear sister. I do not know how I could repay you for these gifts," Ryone cried out, true amazement infusing her voice. Her expression changed slightly, becoming more calculating. "So I will not. But know this. If ever you need me, if ever you want me, call out and I will be here." And without waiting a single moment, Ryone was gone, as if she had never been.

Above the waves, and looking across the world. To the humans, upon the shore. They were curious beings, and perhaps a little vain, for they knew they were made in the image of the gods. But they did not change quickly enough. That would have to be changed. First, unity. They would be commanded by one line of descent, passed from eldest to eldest, through generations to come. It blessed a random boy, not of Rasa's line. That would have been too simple. The boy would grow to rule by the time he was a man, though exactly how that would come to be didn't matter. They will be royalty, and others will bow to them.

Next, a drive. An unquenchable thirst for knowledge, coupled with the willingness to risk their lives to understand. Whether that was a blessing or a curse depended on who you asked. And third... Ryone had lied. Stories would be passed on, eternal, though perhaps twisted in the retelling. Armanthlis, queen of dreams. She would be known, respected, and worshipped. And wasn't that what gods sought over all else?


AP 4.
Rollover + 4
4AP: create fabled concept: monarchy (Well, if the Industrial Revolution needs a fabled concept...)
2AP: create society (human kingdom)
1AP: Bless/Curse (humanity) Insatiable Curiosity
1AP: Create Concept : Mythology. Let them tell stories to explain the universe...
Remaining AP: 0

[Yeshon]

Karthull was bored and a little annoyed. So many beautiful conflicts that could have been, all undone by compromise. He'd frown if he could. It didn't help that he had to keep popping just enough into the Comely court to collect his tax on life essence and release the life essence from the merpeople's bodies.

He made a shard of himself, the shard did not bear Karthull's mark of office, the Iron Crown. Instead he had a black scroll, containing the names of all who would die within the bounds of the comely court.

The shard disappeared. It reappeared outside the Rhodium Leviathan hidden from the eyes of mortals, he was asking a favor as much as giving one and he had something resembling respect for the Queen of the Sea now.

Karthull who still stood outside of his citadel spoke to Armanthlis through his thoughts.

Sister, surely you have felt my hand seperating life essences from those who've died in your court? My own Reapers do not have the list for the people who die in the Comely Court and so I have to carry it out myself. But, I tire of continuing to defy your wishes, so I wish to make amends and offer your people something I have offered no other race.

My own Reapers are not as aesthetically pleasing as your own people. So, I have sent a shard of myself underneath your waters bearing a single black scroll. Upon it is written the names, dates, and hours of all the deathes that will happen within your court. Should you allow him to enter, he will pass that scroll to you and you may use it to raise up your own Reaper from among the ranks of your people.

When you wish to name your reaper, simply hand him the Scroll.

My only request is that this Reaper still send out the pittance of Life Essence I collect from other races. They need not even leave the Court, just release it and another Reaper will be along to collect it. It is but a small tax for my services.

You will have all authority over how this Reaper looks and how it operates within your court (openly or covertly) as long as it obeys the list. Just understand, other than a reaper, any mortal that gazes on a list, will find nothing but their own name.

Karthull shifted uncomfortably, there was something wrong with one of his Reapers, one had not given him his tax.

The Reaper who saw Good

It did not have a name. It was not a he or a she. It simply was. It was created after its master had been awoken by the flood. It was among the first. But there was distinction or honor in being among the first, there was only the list. The list was all it was, all it loved, all it ever hoped to be.

Today its love spoke of a dwarf on his death bed. It aproached checking the list. The dwarf would die in a few moments. It would take his essence then and present the tax to its Master.

Then a shining a light burst into the room. The light nearly blinded the Reaper and it heard things. Things that its Master would've deemed blasphemy. Self Sacrifice, compassion. These were all things that were anathema to its Master. And yet... it heard them and something stirred within its chest.

It obeyed the list and took seperated the life essence of this dwarf, but he did not return any of it to his master. He was confused, wait- He? A Reaper was neither a he nor a she! He was so confused.

He looked to the sky and saw the bright light leaving. A Reaper followed, he had many questions.

As a side note, Reapers do dream, in fact one could argue they dream costantly. They do not sleep, but their lives are set on rails and too much like a dream one does not know is a dream.

[mystic1110]

Armanthlis smiled and waved Ryone farewell, the show of gratitude more than enough to account for the missing heart. She looked at the dreams of humans, beings who were so close to her merfolk yet so far away. As far as the moon was from the sea, that poor forsaken moon, so far and lonely in the void. Far from the home of her hearth the ocean. And Armanthlis saw the Xalon, so close to her merfolk yet so far away, far away from the humans, it was if the merfolk were split in twain. They were as far from dreams as nightmares. Close, so very close. She smiled and looked into her daughter's mirror, which was on a stand that was conveniently now... by her own throne. The future was murky but she saw people praising her. And she smiled and knew all was well.

Just then Karthull's shard spoke to her. Shards. Shards of gods. Why would they ever want to make themselves less than perfect, less than whole? Regardless the rude jester had presented himself most cordially and respectfully with all proper grace befit to her. Well done! He was learning! She invited the shard of Karthull inside the halls of the beast and into the comely court. She laughed at his request. Karthull wanted to deal with souls? She never imagined to think of them as her souls, but It was something else that belonged to her, and now he wanted it? A tax? But taxes were paid to the ruler. And Karthull was not her ruler, she would pay no tax. But she will grant him a conditional donation, conditional on her whims.

With that she took the black scroll and raised a pure black merfolk raised from jet. The merfolk was so dark that the light seemed to dim from the room as he swam. Pure jet. And not just his tail. Everything. She brought him too court and announced that he shall the the Black Fin Prince. And this night was known as the Night of the Waltz for the Black Fin prince literately took a princess off a throne, one of the old ones and definitely her as well, who was too struck with his purity and beauty to reject his hand. The princess was made of alabaster and emerald wearing jasper. They looked like two opposing chess pieces. And the Black Fin Prince dance her off her throne, lay himself on it, and had her feed him a sapphire eel, she went from princess to consort with one dance. And the Black Fin Prince held the scroll of death and assumed it's responsibilities. He would collect souls of merfolk who died in the halls of the ornate beast and bring them to other reapers who were forbidden to enter. And Armanthlis smiled and the waters of the ocean lapped against the shores portraying her acceptance of this favor, for it was proper that Karthull would dote on her so.

[Xondoure]

The newly created goddess looked out into the void, overwhelmed by the concept of freedom. And yet as she looked out across the starry expanse she saw her purpose.

"Then I shall work to make it beautiful."

Without moving Sura Msanni found herself in a different place. A strange shape lay before her; twisting in on itself in mesmerizing ways. This was the heart of things, she could feel the power of other beings, much like herself. Sura fell to the world below with all the grace of a waterfall. Down down into the oceans she fell, and from there allowed the currents to take her sweeping across the world. And there she basked in the glory of the material; studying it's shape so she could bring out the beauty of the earth.

[Yeshon]

With that the shard begged his leave and departed standing in front of the citadel of Skulls, still seperate from the Karthull with the Iron Crown.

"She accepted?"

"With the 'donations' being at her leisure."

"Hmm,"

Both of them entered the Citadel and the doors closed to keep others from hearing their conversation.

"Was it wise to give her power to revoke the tax?"

A third Karthull appeared this one bore scales, "She, like mortals. Must feel they can negotiate with us. Otherwise they would seek to destroy us."

Another appeared, this one with a cudgel, "She realises the Black Fin prince's power is at our leisure right? We could just erase the scroll."

A fifth Karthull appeared, this one with an abacus, "Which is why she would threaten to reduce the donation not stop it. Knowing that we think something is better than nothing, we'd be more likely to acquiese to her demands."

The one with empty hands answered, "Ah and she can also offer to increase the tax, so that we will do her a service."

"True and what would a service be? So long we attain more life essence?"

The one with the cudgel answered, "demeaning that's what, how can we even consider negotiating?"

The one with the scales spoke, "Because, like it or not, we aren't alone. The other gods will either fear or side with us and we need some who would side with us before siding against us."

The one with the crown sat upon his throne listening to the others speak.

"I don't like it, we've given away some of our control."

"And gained a favor. At the same time we have gained some control."

"I'm sory I don't follow."

"Our service is necessary to release life essence into the world and allow more life to grow. If we threaten to stop that service within the comely court-"

The One with the crown finally spoke, "Even our dear sister would acknowledge the threat. Besides, having a bunch of mer people with horrid wounds walking around hardly makes for pleasing aesthetics."

They were silent, and then all but the one with the crown disappeared, "Bah! I'm tired of all this serious talk. I'm gonna go watch some mortals kill each other!"

With that he resumed his place outside the Citadel, his greatest refuge and his most important secret.

[Maugan Ra]

The Gauldough nation

When Arum and his diminished party returned from the depths, bringing tales of hideous monsters and liquid that could melt rock itself, there was much consternation among the Gauldough. For years now, they had been convinced that the outside world was dangerous and unknown, and this new evidence merely confirmed that original belief. The Gauldough chattered amongst themselves and agreed - they would reinforce the walls, guard their borders with more force and do all they could to defend themselves.

But there was not complete unity. Arum, the survivor, argued differently guided by the whispers of the otherworldly beings in his ears. They could not simply abandon their brethren in the other cities, nor their friends from among the other nations. They could not sit by and cower while such hideous creatures lurked beneath their very claws, threatening to undo all they had ever done.

They were the children of Lashar, favored of the Builder, and they had been called to action against all the evil of this world. When faced with such a work, how could they simply hide? No, Arum declared, the gods clearly had a plan for them, and if he was right, they would surely show the Gauldough a sign. The subterranean creature stretched out one clawed hand...

The skies near Elyssia

Lashar shook himself from contemplation of the soaring Phalanx - shelving his plans for roaming sky castles and great chariots to cross the sky in. He had to stay focused, to watch the Gauldough as they were exposed to the teachings of his brother and see how such minor reflections of his own nature would react to the message presented.

He watched as Arum made his speech, listened to the mortals arguments, and found himself enlightened. Good and evil... they were opposing forces, balanced against each other by the nature of the universe. When he made his creations, he had always balanced off such things as gravity and friction, so why then would the universe not balance good and evil likewise? Arum had found a source of great evil in the world below his own, and the reaction his new message had guided him towards was to take up arms for the side of good and protect those who might be on his side as well. It all made perfect sense now!

In gratitude, Lashar plucked a rising updraft of hot air out of the skies around him, compressing and magnifying it in his hands until it resembled a glowing rod. Then, smiling, he hurled it down into the depths of the world below.

The Gauldough nation

...and his God answered. With an almighty crack, the ground beneath Arum's outstretched claw splintered and pulled aside, and from the depths rose a staff of liquid fire, the very core of the world distilled into a simple form. Fearless, filled with confidence at this unmistakeable sign of divine will, Arum grasped the staff and found himself unharmed. More than that, he felt an unmistakeable connection with the roaring magma far below, as though it were an extension of his own body.

The sight struck awe into the watching Gauldough, who scurried off to do their God's evident bidding with immediate speed. They would turn their craftsmanship towards destruction, and carefully expand their ordered realm down into the dark below. All there would be destroyed, and the land made safe for the Gauldough and their allies.

And so, the Underworld War began.


Beginning AP: 5
Forge Artifact - the Heartblood staff. This item looks to be composed of shifting, liquid magma, and yet it is totally harmless to the touch. It imbues its owner with mastery over the molten rock, and instills in them a desire to use that power to change the world. -4 ap
Left over: 1

[Elemental]

The Xalon was obviously startled by her presence, so Eosa ignored it and turned her attention elsewhere.
Fascinating... They fear such that they would try and destroy. Such extravagant courage....
I suppose I should be fair and give them something to fight that they have a chance to defeat.
Deep in the darkness, in pits believed bottomless, beside lakes of fiery magma, in silent and still lakes and in winding passages, strange creatures began to grow.
There were thousands of them , and all were different, even if in only some small way. Some had claws, others breathed flame and poisonous fumes; some were serpents, others walked forward on hundreds of feet...
They were darkness and primal fear incarnate.

Starting AP: 9
Create Fabled Life: The Terrors of the Deep and the Dark.
Also known as Mythic Beasts, Nightmare Personified, The Thousand Shadows of the Pit and all manner of other fear inspiring names.
At all times, they number 6666. When one dies, another is formed.
As mentioned before, each one is different, and all are deadly. They are immortal and require no sustenance, but they are capable of eating and will do so.
They can be found in almost any form imaginable. Fortunately, they rarely go up to the surface world and spend much of their time dormant. But if awoken, they usually begin rampaging. 4 AP
Remaining AP: 5


She turned her attention to the Xalon.
Apologies for the interruption in our lovely chat...
Now... What did you say your name was?

@Drowlord: The Xalon intrigue her more than the Gauldough, so she's going to try and learn something about them before she determines whether or not it'd be worth just scaring them into submission.

[Umbranar]

From Elyssia Bonduar looked down at the world. While he was waiting here the world was changing by the hand of other deities. The meeting had to start soon.

Zaharial, you asked about Ruk`Thern. I only know him as a mortal when it was easy to read his intentions. I do not know him in his new form though, I expect him to possess great knowledge especially on mortal life. As you might have noticed, the Dwarves now have a new profession. Rune magic was Ruk`Therns gift to his former kin. As for why I was here, I want to work together with you and others gods who value balance in the multiverse. A patheon of good willing creatures who understand the need of this balance. Karthull`s initial creation, the reapers are a perfect example. They just took the essence so that he only could consume it. I altered them to provide balance. Luckely he has not changed them yet which confirms my understanding of the multiverse. No Good without Evil, no Order without Chaos and strangely enough Karthull seems to understand the importance of balance.

Bonduar looked at both Favora and Zaharial and sighed We need to decide on these things soon, for the others we are not attending to this meeting are altering the world and mortals as we speak.

[Drowlord]

She turned her attention to the Xalon.
Apologies for the interruption in our lovely chat...
Now... What did you say your name was?

@Drowlord: The Xalon intrigue her more than the Gauldough, so she's going to try and learn something about them before she determines whether or not it'd be worth just scaring them into submission.

The Xalon's eyes glowed eerie green.
"My name is Colotl Xoxocti Ome, but you may call me Green Scorpion Two. Welcome to the Black Pyramid. What brings you here, cihuatl?"

[mystic1110]

Nights go by, and then another night of legend appears. The Night of the Magic. Most of the seats of the rulers were secure at this point, yet two were constantly in dispute. Almost a different ruler every night. The Primary Raja with a blue, red and yellow tail was unseated by the Princess of Sky Diamond who was unseated by the Nameless Lord who was unseated by the Kumari Marred Red and so on. The plots were intricate and complex, the strings of the other rulers were there, attempting to get another ally into court or more likely a pawn. The Black Fin prince was seen everywhere, checking his list and fulfilling his duties.

Not to give the impression that only rulers were powerful. The Lords of the various families had their own pull on merfolk affairs. Safely hidden from the direct gaze of the entirety of the comely court. The Lord of Smithsonite in particular was known to directly control the Mystic Infanta, her tail pure mystic quartz, more colorful than the Peacock Prince. It was thought that they were lovers, or that he held some dark secret of hers. But it was speculation.

Either way tonight was the Night of Magic. And the water temperature was dropping quickly, for Armanthlis was folding the waters and dreams into a new god for them. The comely court stood in respectful awe. Awe is reverence, admiration and fear, and they felt all that, as they felt the heat go out of their bodies, and the water began to crystallize. At this point the rulers knew what would happen whenever a new god was born, so one of the two seats of contention quickly vanished, to better contend for a throne another day. The water began to frost over, intricate patters of ice in the shape of a merman, the paragon of his race. And then the ice took flesh and thus was born Ti'gul. A merman with a pale featureless mask, pale hands made of ice, not gems, built of black ice, not a jewel in sight. His being was outlined in uncertainty, it is hard to tell where it ends and the background behind him begins. He was not beautiful by merfolk standards, but he commanded their awe. He held in his hand a long black cane upon which a large crystal of undetermined make lay. And thus was born the Son of Brumal Gem. And he ascended and took the vacant throne.

In Merfolk society, most woman would worship the Veiled daughter, Mistress of terror. Most men would worship the Son of Brumal Gem, Master of magic. They all worshiped Armanthlis above all else.

[Elemental]

The Xalon's eyes glowed eerie green.
"My name is Colotl Xoxocti Ome, but you may call me Green Scorpion Two. Welcome to the Black Pyramid. What brings you here, cihuatl?"

The smile slid from Eosa's face, but none would know that because of her veil. She spoke from now on with a steely tone.
I have a name, mortal. You'd best remember that before it is the only thing you can scream.
Eosa gestured to above.
Why are you vermin infesting my domain?
Eosa was angry. How dare this creature, whom she showed kindness to not by simply reducing to a gibbering mass of flesh come into her domain, and call her a mere woman? At least the Gauldough knew their place was to fear her...
Behind Eosa, a shadow darker than darkness began to loom, too indistinct for any details to be noticeable.

She is in some ways very much Armanthlis's daughter, and in other ways very different.

[Drowlord]

The Black Pyramid
"I am sorry for making a mistake. I merely meant that you are quite obviously the most beautiful of all women. Eosa? My people would call you Tecalli Meztli, Onyx Moon, and worship you. For your domain is beautiful. We see, and we know its creator is no lesser, and easily greater, than our creator, Nantlil Coatl. Or, as only our priests call him, Xacha. Before you destroy us, at least come and see a game of tletl axocoti? You might be surprised."

A voice slithered out of the darkness behind him, issuing from a fanged, metallic mouth and a pair of obsidian eyes like twin moons.
Do so, please, coussssin Eosssa. Before you destroy my people, see their obeisance to you.

[Elemental]

The Black Pyramid

Greetings Cousin.
Eosa smiled under her veil again. It was good that feared and respected her.
I understand your error. Despite my veil, I am clearly most beautiful. Why else would I need such a veil? It is to shield Mother from the shame of knowing that her daughter eclipses her in beauty.
If Armanthlis can be vain, so can Eosa.
And I shall see this game and learn of your people.
The shadow behind Eosa vanished, leaving only the darkness. She would not unleash the terrors of the deep upon them.
She transformed into her jewelled serpent form.
Truly, I find your people to be intriguing, much more so than the pathetic Gauldough.
Lead the way Colotl Xoxocti Ome.
Are you coming Cousin Xacha? It would be wise if our people know us both.

She's being a bit presumptuous, but she can be like that sometimes. Also, she is very much open to working alongside Xacha to guide the Xalon. They intrigue her after all.
Note, that her serpent form is as black as Onyx and the jewels on her scales are black star sapphires and black opals.

[Drowlord]

Under the Black Pyramid
Xacha smiled and followed the two.
As they made their way through the passages, they saw Xalon carving statues deep in the tunnels, carving homes out of rock, chanting prayers in their serpentine tongue.
At last, the trio came out in a huge chamber. It was filled with odd runes and chiseled carvings on the black walls. The center of the area was a field, with two hoops and decorated sections of floor. Four players glared at each other from across the field.
The walls were filled with Xalon, watching the game with intense silence.
From above, a chandelier burned with violet fire, casting otherworldly shadows on the floor below, and one ball, carved with grey glyphs.
The three topmost seats were untaken. Xacha took the rightmost, and the Xalon priest the leftmost. He silently ushered Eosa to the seat of honor, resplendent with multicolored plumes and precious silver and onyx.
A Xalon priest knelt before Eosa. He offered her a mirror that emitted purple smoke.
"Hail the Lady of the Caverns, from whom all beauty comes. Onyx Moon, accept the Smoky Mirror, a symbol of thy power. For before we knew your name, we knew you. This game is in honor of you, more so even than our father, your cousin. Accept, please, the Seat of the Serpent-Queen, bedecked in the thousands of plumes of the hundreds of beautiful birds of the jungle above and the dark and beautiful gems and metals of the world beneath. You deserve more than any competitor, save perhaps our father, Xacha. He is our Emerald King, and you our Onyx Empress.

[Elemental]

Under the Black Pyramid

Such exquisite craftsmanship! Her Mother would be so jealous at the veneration she received from these noble serpents. Perhaps she should reside closer to here?
You and you people have been so gracious. I must apologise again for my outburst.
Eosa sat down upon the throne, coiling her serpentine body in the most regal way possible and accepted the Smoking Mirror.
These gifts are so magnificent, so extravagant and perfect in every way. I can almost feel the heart poured into these by your artisans and labourers.
This could not go unrewarded... But how best to do so?
Perhaps she would know after the game.
Please begin your game. I am eager to see these athletes perform.

I'm thinking of something to give to the Xalon, but nothing has come to mind just yet.
Also, I've got to go to bed as it's half past one in the morning.
Goodnight all!

[Fremen]

Zahariel nodded at Bonduar's words. "That is the very heart of why I asked the others here as well. I had hoped more would come, but the deeds of our darker kin do not wait for us, and so we can wait no more."

He turned and stepped up upon the dais, taking a seat at the table beside his son, Isglef, and gesturing for Favora and Bonduar to sit as well. He lay Warsong down gently at his sit, the blade standing perfectly upright on its tip, never wavering or threatening to fall over. "I will be frank, my brethren: I would see good triumph over evil. This is not a feeling shared by all, I know, but what I think we can agree on is that evil can not come to outweigh and outpower good," he began honestly. "The gods of evil have not been idle, as the darkening of the sun gives evidence to, and they grow in power. To stand against them, and keep their schemes in check, I would propose to do as my brother Bonduar put forth: to form a Pantheon."

He rose and grasped the hilt of Warsong, lifting it before him. He reversed him grip upon it, and with a mighty heave sunk it into the centre of the table before them almost to the cross-guard. "If you would stand with me in this, grasp the handle of my sword, and let the pact be made."

He glanced sidelong at Bonduar. "As you put forth this idea as well, my brother, I would wish you the honour of naming our Pantheon."

Starting AP: 4

Gather Pantheon (name to be decided): 2

Remaining AP: 2

[Drowlord]

The Game Begins- Black Pyramid's Inside
The flaring purple light flashed a brilliant white as the high priest tossed a bottle of chemical salts in.
The game began.
With a shout, the Xalon men- one on each team- raced for the ball. The green-banded one snatched it in his jaws, but the red-banded one slammed into him and grabbed it, heading for the green hoop.
The green-band female coiled and struck at him, crashing into his underside and snatching the ball with her tail. She started running through the spiral of designs, heading for the red hoop.
The red-band female was off-guard, and barely nicked the green-band's tail as she pounced on her counterpart.
The green-band lifted her tail and shot the ball. It curved in a graceful downward arc, barely missing the hoop. The red-band crashed into the green-band and began pinning it to the floor. The red-band male roared and snatched the ball, shooting it the whole way across the court. It almost went in, but the green-band male knocked it aside. He grabbed it and raced towards the hoop.
The red-band barely interpreted he was going before he was on the hoop, shooting... And scored.
The right half of the stadium exploded into cheers. The four walked up the steps to the highest thrones. They bowed, the losing team kowtowing violently into the floor, the green-bands bowing gracefully to their gods.
"Lady Onyx Moon, we honor you today. I, Xoxocti Totol Nahui, will be your personal servant for the month."
The green-banded serpent bowed to Eosa.
"My teammate, Pistli Mizti Yehi, will serve Xacha. What will you do with the losing team? Traditionally, the female is sacrificed to you, and the male to Xacha. However, you may do what you will with them, since this is the month Colotl, of the year Tecalli, in which you are the most honored. In most monts, you and Xacha are both revered, but in Colotl on the, you are superior to him, and in Tecalli years, you are yet more superior. You may do what you want with them now. How may I serve you?"

[Hydranova]

Brelhemnon, Under the Waves

The obsidian and marble merfolk greeted and was greeted by three low born Peacock's. Shades of ruby, gold, silver and baser minerals and metals shone in their tails. They looked like the most beautiful lures you could imagine. They danced around the Classy stranger. He was classy, yes, but not beautiful. With no glamour, he was more grim than the others, but the merfolk knew him to be highborn since he only had two colors on him. It wasn't unheard of for a Knight to walk around unglamoured - they did it sometimes to show to the low-born that they were still better without enchantments.

Although by his words, and the fact that he was standing directly in a dream, indicated that he was not a merfolk. The laughingly thought it was hilarious that a blemished would pretend to be an unblemished let alone an immaculate bi-material. But merfolk love their games! One with a peacock tail of various blue, red, yellow, black stone and silver jewellery spoke to the strange creature

Us? Why wouldn't you know who we are? Aren't you one of us?

The others smiled and chorused

One of us! One of Us!

Dreams Beneath the Waves

Gauldough dreamed of a terrifying serpent with venom that ate through rock. The dream, for those who could see it was a massive river under water, as if it was heavier than the ocean and it sank and was moved along one of the massive currents of the world. The dream was an ugly one and the merfolk avoided it. Not out of fear but disgust, they preferred to frolic among the beautiful dreams. The dreams of Humans where like white clouds beneath the waves, made of marble and pure white, shined with random jewels, they were a favorite among the comely court. So full of variation and possibility. Zal'zakoth dreams were serpents in the waves and gilded with emerald and sapphire. The perfect compliment to human. Half snake and half humanoid, almost merfolk. Xalon dreams were a great substitute as well. The River of nightmares though was a holy dream, it was the veiled daughter's dream - so the merfolk, mostly mermaids, spent time there learning from their mother's daughter, the ways of fear.

The Dreams of the Phalanx's were small. But gorgeous. They were dreams of sapphire lightning and diamond skies. Merfolk spent time among these dreams as well. Dwarf dreams were dull things of brick. Merfolk usually avoided them since they were ugly and boring. Disappointing. Ker'chax dreams were strange. They were misshapen but graceful, and were used as an intresting spice. Therm dreams were ones of gold chains, servitude and duty. Merfolk played with these dreams, but they couldn't interact with them. The dreams of the Therm stayed in schools, like gold minnows. Sometimes the gold minnows stayed with these dreams. These dreams were like appetizers for any nightly merriment among the sea of dreams.

The dreams of the reapers were ink darkness, pure onyx, tinged with grey charcoal. The merfolk loved them! These dreams were heavy and beautiful in their single-mindedness. they were so dark and pure. If the dreams of the Therms' was an appetizer, reaper dreams were the main course, with a side of Phalanx and finally a desert of Human. Of course this allusion to food is inappropriate, the merfolk simply swam through these dreams and laughed... but allusions... the thing about allusions.... the thing.... the merfolk lipped their lips.


Elyssia

The tiny therm was flanked by a pair of daunting and imperious seraphs as he led the goddess Favora through the clouds to the shining white of his home. There stood the Righteous Gate, opening in welcome to the life-bringing deity. They stood immeasurably tall and wide, made of some unknown metal, but thick and strong, bearing images of hosts of seraphs rising in bas-relief upon its façade. The double doors were flanked by immense banners which swayed slowly in the winds, each bearing images Zahariel’s Warsong in gold and white.

Through the marble corridors the therm flew, silent and nervous, for to deal with the gods was to interact with the greatness of divinity; a thing no mortal should take lightly.

Before long they had arrived at the keep, and in the open courtyard the therm landed softly and bid Favora enter when she willed. The seraphs bowed low to the goddess before taking wing and returning to the walls again, forever watching the world with swords in hand.

Bonduar was the first to greet Favora as she entered, and Zahariel quietly let the two of them speak for a moment, knowing that the latter had given life to the former. He mused on the thought, and whilst the two other gods talked, he stepped back for a moment of introspection.

The world below is just starting to understand good and evil, and the mortal races will need aid and attention in their growth, he mused. Perhaps more than I can provide alone. He reached deep into himself and closed his eyes, focusing on the part of him that most cared for the lesser beings who walked the earth. Thoughts of altruism and the wealth that no substance could provide pervaded his mind, and he decided to give them form.

From his gauntleted hands Zahariel revealed a figure - that of a child, well dressed but possessing of a disgruntled scowl. The Paladin God smiled knowingly as he looked upon the face of this new god. “Awaken my son, and know me. I am Zahariel, and I give unto you the power of godhood, to bring goodness and order into the world as you choose.” He glanced behind him at the other gods. “There is much that I must attend to, as you will soon understand, so take the freedom you were born with, and choose your own path. Far beneath us lies the world of mortals, but here in Elyssia begins a meeting of the gods. It is to you to choose which you will attend.” With that he nodded once more to his son, then returned to the others.

“Favora, I thank you for coming. There is a matter I would discuss, but I would speak of it with all those invited,” he said apologetically. “Hopefully our brethren will not keep us waiting too long, but until then, please…”

He gestured to the centre of his throne room, where now there sat a great table upon a dias, and around it grand chairs of marble. “…make yourself comfortable.”

From just beyond the Righteous Gate came the confused voice of Lashar, seeking to understand the whims of Zahariel. Bowing politely, he excused himself from the chamber, there to meet with the father of the Gauldough.

He listened to his sibling’s confusions, and found himself confused as well; how could a being not of evil, not wish good? For that matter, how could it not understand it? It simply had not occurred to Zahariel to question whether his message would be understood by the other gods. “Karthull is indeed a being of evil and suffering, as I am a being of benevolence and good. You, my brother, understand logic and the concrete, so I pose to you a test: let the Gauldough decide. Grant one or a few of their number the message I sent out upon my Therms, and then let them speak of it to you, for you to decide what happens to the greater whole.”

Brelhemnon

Beside Brelhemnon stood ten therms, their scroll-laden figures busily scribbling notes into the tomes provided them by their ward. Yet wherever they were, they still heard word from the others, ever the messengers, and so when Zahariel’s call went out to rally the world to the forces of light and good, these scribes took notice. So too did they know of their creator’s summons to the gods, for the female therm tasked with the invitation had found her kin and delivered unto them the summons.

They shared a look between them and one of them, an elder woman, stepped forth to address the Great Librarian, “Brelhemnon, our master Zahariel wishes us to extend to you an invitation to join him in a meetings of gods. He says it is a matter of potent import, and would welcome your presence,” the therm said hesitantly, doing her best not to interrupt whatever divine task Brelhemnon was currently working upon.

The Bastion of the Heavens

The seraphs held their weapons out and ready as the great sky beasts circled curiously about Elyssia, each treating the white fortress differently. From clear skies grew great black thunderstorms, booming about the marble walls as winds buffeted the battlements. The seraphs were strong and braved the storms, while the stone façades proved indefatigable in the face of the onslaught of wind and water. The howling gales and pouring rains never quite touched the white surfaces, and the thunderous lightning bolts refused to connect to either the smooth exterior or the armoured figures within.

For their part the warrior-maidens held their ranks, ready to repel any phalanx which dared try to attack. From atop the battlements of a watchtower emerged one of their number, who stood defiant in the stormy sky, with blade held at her side. “BEGONE, SNAKES OF THE SKY, ELYSSIA IS NOT YOURS TO TOUCH!” she yelled into the wind. “WIDE IS YOUR DOMAIN, SO FLY ELSEWHERE; LEST THE HOSTS OF THE HEAVENS SEND YOU FROM OUR SKY!”

Under the Sea

Brelhemnon nodded its head- it had started to forget that it could shapechange. The figure snapped its figures, and three upright hourglasses - or at least the image of three hourglasses- became visible, each one as big as a small moblie home. The three orbited around the merman at a slow pace, though anyone in the way would possibly get caught up in their path if they didn't move.

I see I have been negligent in my introductions. I am Brelhemnon, Bookkeeper of Creation. I seek ten of thy kindred to aid me in recording all things. He left his spiel there, hopefully having implied that the three mermaids there would volunteer.

In the Halls

Brelhemnon nodded, and a figure of a man in dull red robes and hood appeared before Zahariel and Bonduar, surrounded by the same three hourglasses.

I see we are meeting again. Pray tell, what hast thou summoned mineself for?

[mystic1110]

Brelhemnon, Under the Waves

The merfolk laughed and playfully dodged from the path of the moving hourglasses. They swirled around them as they ponderously moved through the water. One of them tapped the glass curiously and the others turned to Brelhemnon and smiled

Leave the Ocean? Why would we ever do that?! Either way you really should seek audience within the halls of the ornate beast if you want an ambassadress. I think we shall remain here beneath the waves, I'm sure others, more worthy will take you up on your generous offer.

The tones and inflections made it sound like the merfolk truly doubted that any merfolk would take Brelhemnon on his offer.

Dreams Beneath/Within the Waves

Dreams took the water like roots into the earth. The water was a prime medium for the dreaming. Shallow dreams rose to the surface while those of great import sank to the bottom. Prophetic dreams strayed near the Rhodium leviathan while erotic ones crashed among Amranthlis' Tempest temple. Dreams were windows into the psyche, and merfolk held the keys. They saw what each race desired and hoped for. They saw what each race feared. And what they saw in the dreams of the Xalon made them amused. The veiled daughter played a prime role in Xalon dreams, those poor half-merfolk creatures, all serpentine, thought that she was their god! Hilarious! It was a race wide delusion. She was theirs and the merfolk were protective over their gods, to worship the veiled daughter the Xalon had gall...

[Drowlord]

Sea Near the Jungle
The Ker'chax were hopelessly lost. They tossed and turned in their canoes without direction. The stormy sea did not want them there, they thought.
The boat of nobles, the most beautiful and strong among the Ker'chax, were at the very crest of the fleet that sailed for other shores.
With a thunderous crash, the sea sprayed out a hole that swall owed their boat whole.

The boat was at the bottom of the sea, turned over as to contain some air, keeping a few nobles alive. Silently, three agreed to search for a way out of the sea, to get back to surface.
They did, and, as they began to run out of breath, they could not believe their eyes as they ran into a group of mermaids.

A Different Land
The few Ker'chax that survived landed on a plain-covered island. They saw a clear stream and land animals. They all drank eagerly, and ate of the animals.
They were alone, but they had hope, for they had found a good place to live. They called it Kexach Isle.

[Fremen]

Zahariel nodded in greeting to the latecomer, his hand still held around the pommel of Warsong. "Greetings Brelhemnon, and I thank you for coming. I have asked you, and our brothers and sisters, here to discuss the creation of a pantheon. The overall goal of it would be simple: prevent our darker kin and their evil from gaining dominance over good. Some, like myself, would do this in the hopes of good prevailing, whilst others, like Bonduar, would seek to maintain a balance."

He gestured to the sword with his free hand. "Whatever your cause, I would invite you to join us in this. If you acquiesce, then place your hand upon Warsong, and let our pantheon be formed."

[Abscondcrow]

Favora mulled over what Zahariel had said, what he was offering. A pantheon, a gathering of gods, working together to serve a purpose, in this case (as Favora understood it) to combat evil in an attempt to balance out the good to evil “scale” that seemed to be forming. Evil being the much heavier end.

In her free hand, the Life Goddess slowly began to pull together energy, leaving it shapeless, erratic. “I do not believe it is that simple, brother.” What had previously been formless slowly became a red, convulsing ball, deific lightning crackling around the orb in Favora’s hand. “Rules must be set. Goals must be a agreed on, a leader must be decided. All this needs to be done before a Pantheon is formed, or it is simply a collective of godly beings.”

With this, the orb changed shape completely, becoming much more humanoid, Favora placed the energy on the floor, it standing next to her. “Though I am sure we would all agree on most of these points.” She then finished her work, giving the energy a small burst of her own personal energy, personality, forming it into a muscular human-looking male god with a scraggly beard.

The tiller of life turned to her new creation, frowning as she looks it over, “You.. You are Rezeteil. Embodyment of my fury, and a gathering of what the world needs, boldness. Go, my child, make things the way they should be. I know that you will do what I have failed in."

Spawned Rezeteil, Fan's god.

[mystic1110]

Ker'chax under the Sea

It must have been beautiful under the waves, the merfolk thought, to be running out of air, the mother's tears rushing in. Welcoming you into her sweet embrace. The ocean was home, it was good, and air was poison. And to be afraid, the sweet fear of death, as the waters rush in, swallowing those beneath the waves. And then courage born, in those who were so hideous and yet strangely radiant, to swim, unabashedly aware of the coming death of salt encrusting the lungs, to find hope. The dreams of the Ker'chax surrounded them. Air. Air! Dreams of hope were airy blue things of mist. The three Ker'chax stared at them. Four merfolk, lower than peacocks, tens of gems varieties in their tails. They were almost out of breath.

Merfolk are like children sometimes. There is nothing more pure and cruel than a child. So the merfolk laughed and danced around the drowning nobles. Flashing before their eyes as they went under, like fish, a quick blur of curved silver and gold, and a thousand other colors darting away, having nothing to do with their life or their death. The current takes them, accepting them all as they sink toward the emerald disarray of the bottom, leaving behind what they have already forgotten, the surface, now overrun with the high travel of clouds. So far away, and the laughter of merfolk. They are cruel and so the Ker'chax die... the boat was swallowed by the waves. All dead. Nothing remains of those not beautiful enough to remain amongst the waves or those who failed to acknowledge and pay proper homage to Armanthlis. And yet the Ker'chax were so close to being unblemished so close to not being blemished...so close to the surface. So close.

The end.

[Fremen]

Zahariel listened to Favora, for there was wisdom in her words. He didn't pay much attention to the birth of the new god, for he knew nothing of them, and he was quite sure that he would learn all he needed to know soon enough.

His hand never the hilt of Warsong, but he turned inquisitively to Favora. "Very well then, my sister, as you have raised the issues I present them to you: what should the goals and rules of such a pantheon be?"

[Fan]

Rezeteil-

He emerged as the screaming fury he was, the twin energies of destruction and courage flashing green with a disembodied scream, a pair of eyes flaring that same color in the vortex of energy that was the birth of a God, the energies flared as the creation hit it's crescendo the myriad of colors flashing again, another scream, this time more coherent, more directed, taking the more coherent form of a hurricane with the now visible form of a man, the whirlwind of energies that had been formed by the God in the moment of his creation settling as Rezeteil was born, and his new formed ears as he heard the words of his creator, a beautiful, and powerful creature who spoke of his purpose. Of Boldness! Of Fury! That masculine purpose of exploding willpower that would outshine the heavens themselves!

One thought crossed his mind as he heard those first words, a wild grin spreading across his face. So he was made for action! From the way it was spoken as well, there was no one else that quite fit that description yet, however, something told him he just had to stop her here. All this talk about failures in the past, things she was worried about for the future, he didn't give a damn about the past, and he was more certain of the future, no HIS future now, than he had ever been of anything, in fact. He felt pretty damn sure about everything right now, and he just had to stop all this silly talk, and urge everyone on to ACTION!

"HEY HEY HEY! You're the God who's supposed to have created me?! This immaculate paragon of manliness? The being who burns right now with enough fury to smash the stars themselves if they dared to get in his way?! The Chronicler would be ashamed of such talk!

Fresh forged, and already I must advise thee.

We don't waste time worrying about yesterday, or how things could have been. We walk forward, and go our own way; the consequences be damned!

That is how a God lives out immortality!"

[Umbranar]

Indeed I doubt its that simple and Lady Favora is right. As with everything in the multiverse a pantheon is based on rules. This is what i had in mind. We only interfere when our creations are at danger. We do not allow evil within our pantheon. Same goes for chaotic gods. I do not care who is going to be leading, though I suggest Lady Favora since she created the world and with that part of me. In a tie, the leader`s vote is decisive in the matter. Ill create a relic fitting for our Pantheon and I think it should be based on doing good and to balance out the chaos that transpires beneath the waves and as it seems within the storms.

While Bonduar awaits their answer he looks at the newly created god. It screamed and shouted and he was not sure he like that. He would keep on eye on this one. Greetings new-born, I am Bonduar Blacksmith of the Gods. You seem to be quick in your decision making young one.

[Fremen]

Zahariel nodded approvingly as Bonduar listed his proposals for the rules. "I find no flaw with your rules, brother, and I would welcome the chance for you to forge a relic worthy of such a pantheon," he said, tapping the hilt of Warsong affectionately. "I look forward to seeing it, for you have already demonstrated to me the quality of your craftsmanship. I would, however, make three additions to these prescribed laws:

"First, from the power of each constituent god we forge a plane that shall serve as the pantheon's. There we can meet in council, hold votes, and speak with one another in a place which gives advantage to no single one of us.

"Second, that the artifact to be forged by our brother, Bonduar, for the purpose of this pantheon, be housed within this new plane, and its use only be sanctioned by the passing of a majority vote.

"Finally, that we put forth one more statute: should any member of the pantheon come under unprovoked attacked by a deity of evil and/or chaos, the other members shall rally to their aid. Should any member come under attack by either a deity not of evil and/or chaos, or should they come to conflict with any such deity through their own actions, then aid shall be provided only by those willing, or in the case of a majority vote."

He released his grip on the sword, but left it in the table and took a single step forward. "I would put my name forth for consideration to serve as the leader of this pantheon, although I would have it stated clearly now that I will abide the decision of this council."

[WarGruntw]

-Ti'gul

Felt nothing but the sensation of floating carelessly through the waves, not having any purpose other then to be. And content it was, hosting the dreams of other mortals for the merfolk, reacting to the emotions of the empress of oceans. But this was not all that it was meant to be, for the empress, in her eternal beauty and wisdom, commanded him to become something new. Something greater. Something that will fill her current desire. And that desire was...for a new power to be born in this mortal plane. It felt the coldness of the sea press against itself, making a form that it had never felt before. Water...cold...and the power of dreams. All these things flowed together, the will of Armanthlis compressing all of them before giving the result life.

The being slowly turns his head from side to side, looking around the court, seeing Mermen and Mermaids were all around him, looking upon him with awe. But why? Was he not just supporting them in their endless fun, feeding them dreams and giving life to their bodies? What was so different now, that would incur such emotion in the beings that he had helped sustain? Slowly he raises his arm...his arm? He slowly realizes that he was no longer just water and dreams."Ti'gul. My name is Ti'gul." The being thinks, his first thoughts in the mortal realm. He had become Ti'gul, lord of the frost. Ti'gul looked to Armanthlis, his mother and empress, before slowly speaking his first words; "Thank you Mother. It feels...wonderful to be alive." and as he speaks, his very breath turns the nearby water into pure ice. He then settles back in the throne that was given to him, making frost quickly cover the throne and nearby floor in a web like pattern, watching the ice slowly float around him while he does so.

[Fan]

Indeed I doubt its that simple and Lady Favora is right. As with everything in the multiverse a pantheon is based on rules. This is what i had in mind. We only interfere when our creations are at danger. We do not allow evil within our pantheon. Same goes for chaotic gods. I do not care who is going to be leading, though I suggest Lady Favora since she created the world and with that part of me. In a tie, the leader`s vote is decisive in the matter. Ill create a relic fitting for our Pantheon and I think it should be based on doing good and to balance out the chaos that transpires beneath the waves and as it seems within the storms.

While Bonduar awaits their answer he looks at the newly created god. It screamed and shouted and he was not sure he like that. He would keep on eye on this one. Greetings new-born, I am Bonduar Blacksmith of the Gods. You seem to be quick in your decision making young one.

Rezeteil hears these words, the first words of others that have ever graced his ears, yet he responds to them as readily as those of his creators. Even new to this world he knew no fear, his eyes blazing with confidence as he responded to the forge god.

"Young I may be, but the fires of justice, and the love of life burns as fiercely in my heart as it does any of yours! My decisions are made fast because doubt brings weakness, and in the halls and minds of Gods we broker no such thing!"

He says laughing boisterously, he was a friendly god, if nothing else. And he moved to pat the God on the back, he was physical with his expression of comradaery, greeting someone new as though an old friend.

[The Bandicoot]

Isglef shakily walks up to the new(est) god and gives him a HARD pat on the back. The pat feels more like a solid hit from a man as muscular as the man being hit. He flashes Rezeteil a wide smile and nimbly leaps into the air, grabbing the pommel of Warsong, doing a one-handed handstand. He looks like he could hold this for a while. His other hand lets out a small burst of his divinity, showing his support of the pantheon.

Starting AP:15
Join Pantheon: -1 AP

[Elemental]

The Black Pyramid - After the game.

A blood sacrifice? Such extravagance...
Eosa thought for a moment.
No. Let those who to be sacrificed to me to instead travel deep into the darkness. Those who find their way to my palace may become my servants for all eternity and be honoured above all us!
Not at all mercy, but those brave enough and strong enough deserve such an honour.
She rose from her throne.
My loyal subjects... I regret to inform you that I must take a temporary leave of you.
Xoxocti Totol Nahui, you shall accompany me to the Comely Court. I promise to protect you from the dangers of the journey and will return you to your home once your month of servitude has ended.
Eosa concentrated, weaving together the darkest passages and creating a far superior realm to them. Yes... She like what she had just wrought...

Starting AP: 4

Bless: Those who serve as the personal attendants of Eosa are protected from anything that might harm them. Gods excepted as usual. 1 AP

Weave Plane: The Shadow Realm. This dimension is a system of caves that go for eternity, twisting and turning and unmappable. They connect the entirety of the Material Plane.
Anyone can seek it out and attempt to use it for travel, but the chances of success with a divine blessing are very remote. At best, you will end up within one hundred miles of your destination.
Despite the utility of this plane, it is extremely dangerous. Getting lost is guaranteed and the Terrors of the Deep and Dark are born here. But worst of all, this place attacks the psyche of any travellers.
(My inspiration was the Elder Webway, please don't sue me.)
At the heart of this nightmarish realm is the palace of Eosa, the Athenaeum of Nightmare.
(More on the description of the Athenaeum later if I need to.) 4 AP

Remaining AP: 0

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Phalanx and Elyssia

Among the Phalanx, their echoing calls and whispering moans reached one another through the winds, as they decided who would speak for them, who would represent them to the winged creatures who brazenly attempted to assert authority over them. A voice was chosen to respond, but it was carried through the wind as a whispering call, barely heard in the howl of the winds, the speaker could not be identified. "What is this place, that hangs in the territory of The Scouring Wind, and who are you to attempt to order us. By what authority do you claim these skies, which can belong only to the Regent of Raging Gales, and those chosen to command them. Wide IS our domain, and you intrude upon it."

[Fremen]

The Walls of Elyssia

The seraphs stood defiant, arrayed in ranks between the crenelations. Deep within the marble halls the gods debated and spoke of things on a scale only deities could truly comprehend, never giving a second thought to the clash of greater races outside their midst.

"This is Elyssia, the Bastion of the Heavens, and we are the seraphs, eternal guardians and warriors of this fortress," shouted the seraph's chosen voice from atop the battlements. "Since before the birth of your creator this place has existed by the will of Zahariel, the Scion of Justice. Your dominion does not extend here, and you are not welcome. Fly the skies of this world, but know that Elyssia is beyond you, and that we who stand vigilant upon its walls will take to war to defend it!"

[Abscondcrow]

Favora gave her head a slight shake. "I agree with most of this.. And Care not who is the leader, any of the three of us could be a worthy leader. But.. What you have said brother Bonduar, to not interfere unless our creations are in danger? This I do not agree with. I enjoy visiting my children, influencing them. To all but this, I agree."

She then turned to look again to her new creation, "Rezeteil, perhaps you do not worry about what has passed, or what shall, but such things are vital to life, whether ours or that of our creations. You are young, bold, and do not undestand this yet, but given time you will learn to temper your boldness with caution. I hope this, atleast."

The goddess of life turned yet again to face the others, As for this new plane.. I would agree on that also. Bonduar would create a greate relic to be housed within, to aid us in time of need. But I feel as if each one to join the pantheon should add something to the plane to signify their joining. Bonduar's contribution is already decided upon, as I can see it. Perhaps you, Zahariel, would create the plane itself, and I it's guardians."

[Umbranar]

Bonduar pondered over the words of Zaharial and Favora.
The rules you propose sound fair enough. I guess the three of us agree on these terms to create the Pantheon. As for not interfering, I ment in the affairs of the other gods. We should not make enemies when this is not needed. I myself like to visit the dwarves and help them improve. As it is stated now the Pantheon will present goodness but especially balance. A fitting name must be thought of and our mortal children will worship not only their creator but the whole of the Pantheon. For a relic I thinking about a great scale with four measures: Evil vs Good and Law vs Chaos. I suppose it could be used to scry upon places and events that cause the inbalance and allow us to communicate from within the council plane with the other gods. I`m open to suggestions about the Relic. Alas I do not have the power to create it at this moment. Attuning to a Pantheon takes some of the power I have left aswell. I suggest the Pantheon`s name to be The Council of Balance.

Bonduar looked at the two other gods, Isglef and Rezeteil. If they have a good or lawful nature they could join but that`s something they had to decide on together. Once again Bonduar looked at the empty hand of Favora and frowned. He would craft her a gift later when his power allowed him to do so.

[Fan]

Favora gave her head a slight shake. "I agree with most of this.. And Care not who is the leader, any of the three of us could be a worthy leader. But.. What you have said brother Bonduar, to not interfere unless our creations are in danger? This I do not agree with. I enjoy visiting my children, influencing them. To all but this, I agree."

She then turned to look again to her new creation, "Rezeteil, perhaps you do not worry about what has passed, or what shall, but such things are vital to life, whether ours or that of our creations. You are young, bold, and do not undestand this yet, but given time you will learn to temper your boldness with caution. I hope this, atleast."

The goddess of life turned yet again to face the others, As for this new plane.. I would agree on that also. Bonduar would create a greate relic to be housed within, to aid us in time of need. But I feel as if each one to join the pantheon should add something to the plane to signify their joining. Bonduar's contribution is already decided upon, as I can see it. Perhaps you, Zahariel, would create the plane itself, and I it's guardians."


"Pshaw, worrying about yesterday is what I disapprove of, not thinking about the future. Look ever forward without doubt in your heart and there is nothing that can stand in your way! However, I have tarried to long as is! Good day."

Rezeteil then proceeds to literally jump out of the enclosure, running not because he had to, but because the thrill of new life yet filled this new gods veins with such fire that he simply had to burn up energy somehow.

Fortunately for the gods assembled, the new God's departure made it about 20% quieter, and allowed the meeting to retain it's somber tone, and purpose.

[Drowlord]

The Black Pyramid - After the game.

A blood sacrifice? Such extravagance...
Eosa thought for a moment.
No. Let those who to be sacrificed to me to instead travel deep into the darkness. Those who find their way to my palace may become my servants for all eternity and be honoured above all us!
Not at all mercy, but those brave enough and strong enough deserve such an honour.
She rose from her throne.
My loyal subjects... I regret to inform you that I must take a temporary leave of you.
Xoxocti Totol Nahui, you shall accompany me to the Comely Court. I promise to protect you from the dangers of the journey and will return you to your home once your month of servitude has ended.
Eosa concentrated, weaving together the darkest passages and creating a far superior realm to them. Yes... She like what she had just wrought...

Starting AP: 4

Bless: Those who serve as the personal attendants of Eosa are protected from anything that might harm them. Gods excepted as usual. 1 AP

Weave Plane: The Shadow Realm. This dimension is a system of caves that go for eternity, twisting and turning and unmappable. They connect the entirety of the Material Plane.
Anyone can seek it out and attempt to use it for travel, but the chances of success with a divine blessing are very remote. At best, you will end up within one hundred miles of your destination.
Despite the utility of this plane, it is extremely dangerous. Getting lost is guaranteed and the Terrors of the Deep and Dark are born here. But worst of all, this place attacks the psyche of any travellers.
(My inspiration was the Elder Webway, please don't sue me.)
At the heart of this nightmarish realm is the palace of Eosa, the Athenaeum of Nightmare.
(More on the description of the Athenaeum later if I need to.) 4 AP

Remaining AP: 0

Xoxcocti Totol Nahui bowed deeply before the godess. "I live but to serve you, Queen Onyx Moon. This is the year of your devotion, so I will follow you for a year. Know that, if you need me longer than that, I will always come."

The two red players slunk into the pit, leaving a slight trail of blood.

"Hail the Onyx Moon, our Queen, full of divine grace and dark beauty! Even in departing, she blesses us with her presence! We are unworthy to even stand near her, for it brings any creature on earth to etcasy, save those jealous of her! See the glory of the Obsidian Mirror, in which, reflected darkly, we rejoice in her forever."
"We shall compose a hundred long verses in your honor while you are gone, to show your true glory, and an etcasy that cannot be expressed in words."

The priests clapped their hands five times. It was a signal to the Xalon to begin an exquisite song that, dipped in menancholy minor, soared to spine-chilling heights and sang a dirge deep in unremembered darknesses. No words were there, but it was a tune to touch any heart, even one of stone.

[Fremen]

"With respect to interfering with the mortal races or the other gods, perhaps we can agree on the following," Zahariel began. "As the pantheon, we shall not directly hinder the actions of any god we are not in conflict with. I would insist on the freedom of each of us to pursue their own agendas with respect to the mortal world and our brothers and sisters, but as a pantheon we shall not seek conflict."

He turned and looked back to his son, who was currently balancing perfectly upon the hilt of Warsong, and smiled. "I rather like the notion of scales of morality and alignment, brother. Perhaps we could tie the relic with the guardians our sister here proposes to make, so that they can only be used as something more than guardians when the pantheon has voted for their use, preventing any god from abusing them.

"As for our roles in this, I would agree to creating the plane for the pantheon, and I would ask of my son, and any other deity who seeks to join us in the future, that their contribution be to bless the plane, its defenders, or the pantheon's relic, as they choose."

He paused then, considering quickly the growing tensions happening beyond the keep, between the seraphs and the phalanx, however he had faith that his warrior-maidens would be able to defeat the sky-serpents should it come to blows, so he returned to the issue at hand. "I would give assent to the name the Council of Balance.

"I call now for a vote: who shall be the leader for the Council of Balance? I would vote for myself."

[Umbranar]

Bonduar listens to the troubles outside then returns to the matter at hand.
As you embody both good and law I second your vote and would like you to lead the council. I agree with all terms as you and Lady Favora has laid them before us. We will discuss the details later when the basics are done. We must discuss the more practical things like creating the pantheon and the demiplane. These actions require power and I have little to spent.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Phalanx, Elyssia

The voice whispered again through the winds as the Phalanx swooped around the huge sphere, it was impossible to see far with the black cloud, and the winds were near deafening, but it seemed like there were more than there were when the Phalanx first arrived. "Again you presume to command us, know that this is our domain and the domain of our god, the timing is irrelevant, your lord has no sovereignty over the skies, he has no claim to the heavens."

[Hydranova]

In the Skies
I would be more than glad to join this pantheon. But not immediately. Brelhemnon shifted it's stance. I must first see that all things are in order, that there is enough of an administration to act in my stead.


Under the Sea

Very well. Point me in the direction it lies then, if you would kindly do so.

[Fremen]

The Walls of Elyssia

"We care not for what you or your god would claim as theirs," cried the seraph into the black cloud, her voice carrying strongly despite the great winds. "This is Elyssia, and here Zahariel is lord and master!"

The Paladin's Throne

Zahariel bowed his head in thanks to Bonduar for his vote of confidence. "When I weave the plane into being, I shall forge in its centre a great pillar, upon which shall be written the laws of this pantheon.

"Brelhemnon, you are ever welcome to join in the pantheon, should you so choose-"

He stopped and cocked his head slightly, for the gathering storm beyond the walls was growing in strength. He could feel the seraphs agitation, their grips tightening on their blades as they defiantly faced the Storm Lord's creations. "Brothers, sister, I would ask that we complete our task here swiftly, for the borders of my realm are currently threatened by our sky-bound kinsman. I would ask that once we conclude here we would stand together at Elyssia's battlements, there to banish Haruzar and his phalanx from my domain."

[Lord_Asmodeus]

"We care not for what you or your god would claim as yours" came the mocking reply whispered in the winds [I]"Your lords ownership extends no further than the walls of his cancer in the skies, you can claim no authority on the skies around your fortress, for they are ours, and our lord the Prince of Storms, Haruzars'"

[Yeshon]

Great! Now there are two wars! Sheesh, now he has to decide which war to go to!

On the one hand the Gauldough made awesome noises when they died! But whatever Eosa had made wasn't really into the whole fear thing. Besides whenever his Reapers tried to take one of their Essences it'd just slip through their fingers.

Karthull thought for a moment. Two races that are the direct servants of gods? Or one normal mortal vs. a greater race? He decided for the former. A throne made of black clouds appeared above the altercation, the first Reaper he made appeared next to him.

Both were invisible even to the eyes of these greater mortals.

"None of us have a list for this battle."

"Ssssh, let's just see how this goes."

[Abscondcrow]

"Very well Zahariel, I will join this Pantheon, and submit to you as our leader. But know you are still my equal, all of our equals." after stating this, Favora placed her hand under that of the balancing old man, letting the tiniest portion of her essence swirl out and join with the rest of those in the room who had allowed their power to add to that of the Pantheon.

She then said quietly to herself, "This shall be interesting.."

Back on the great continent where the Zal'zakoth resided things were stirring. The different tribes had begun to feel animosity towards each other. Over the years, the elders had mostly died off, the ones who had seen Favora first hand. Different opinions on how she looked and acted rose up quickly, some arguing that she would not have pink and disgusting "skin", but rather beautiful scales, as they had. Others argued that a goddess would look nothing like her creations, this was why she was a goddess.
Other groups argued because of methods of doing day to day things. Some attempted to try and tame animals, and tame the land, others believed things needed to stay wild. Hunting and foraging was the order of the day for these Zal'zakoth.

Outright fighting had not yet broken out.. But it was coming soon. Every tribe had an enemy of some form or other.. Save the Kurrikitai, the first tribe to settle at the waters edge. The Kurrikitai enjoyed watching the waves, though they had not yet been brave enough to enter, not knowing what great beasts might make their layers there. Perhaps this was wise of them..


Join Pantheon AP 1: ..Joined the Pantheon
AP left: 0

[Draken]

The Void gazed around the world, so many things his siblings had wrought. Favora's creation of flesh was particularly peculiar.

So Amaenon sent archons down to feel that element, a touch of a corpse would do the trick.

But all they could take from dead bodies was life force, or dark energy if the reapers were faster. The void pondered about this, while his servant entities moved on to find the living of that species whose dead they had found, the Zal'Zakoth.

The entities of light and darkness soon found the lizardmen, a single tribe, presenting themselves with flair and pomp in the middle of their encampment, led by a darkened Death Archon.

"Fear not, mortals. For we mean you no harm... Yet."

A luminous life archon facepalms, wondering why they chose the death archon to speak.

[Umbranar]

Bonduar smiled and followed Favora`s example, release a tiny bit of power. And shaping it into a metallic sphere. This should be enough for attuning myself to the Pantheon when it created. I leave it here Zaharial so it can be used when the time comes. For now, let us walk outside and see what a mere mortal can do against Warsong shall we? Might get interesting to see the response of these Phalanxes when the ruler of Elyssia shows up in person.

With laugh and then the sound of a hammer striking metal, Bonduar stood beside the Seraph that did the talking and assumed the same size as she. Mortal Air-serpent, its rude to disturb those superior to you while there in a meeting.

Start AP: 2
Join Pantheon: 1 AP
AP left: 1

[Maugan Ra]

Lashar watched with interest as the Seraphs and the Phalanx squared off with each other. The great flyers were, without a doubt, stronger on an individual basis, but the choice of battleground could not be disregarded. Elyssia was, after all, the realm of a god.

Intrigued, the god moved to a better vantage point, higher above the impending battleground, and found his brother already there. Lashar nodded to him, and conjured his own seat, this one a simple bench of streaming wind. Reclining on it, attention unwavering from the scene below, he called over to Karthfull.

"So. Care to place a bet?"

Beneath the surface of the world

The war raged on, far from the gaze of sun or surface. The Gauldough were a strong people, as unyielding as the stones around them and filled with the resolve of fanatics. They dug out traps and collapsed passageways, lured enemy forces into ambushes and flooded dead end valleys with magma. They fought on every front, in all three dimensions, and they fought with the strength of heroes.

But their foes were terrible monsters, and against such things even the bravest heart might quail. They rent apart bodies with their terrible claws, and dissolved rocky flesh with streamers of burning acid. And for every one that was slain, another crawled out of the darkness to take its place.

New and terrible weapons and tactics were developed, and as the death toll rose into hundreds and then the thousands, the war continued.

[Drowlord]

Deepe Jungle
A tribe of Ker'chax, armed with swords and spears, chanted in a hideous discord around a dying red fire. They crowded around the fire and watched the zealot go forward. He threw oil into the fire, and it roared in unholy, bloodline patterns.
The priest, ghastly in a mask made of bone and coated in black feathers, attached to the mask in gore and blood, shouted, "Death! Come to us, and we shall worship you. We have united the tribes of the western jungle and now make war on creation! We shall destroy the other tribes and the foul Xalon. Meet us and make us your deathly children. Accept our sacrifice."
The zealot took up a blasphemous knife from the hideous priest and slashed himself.
He slashed off almost all his flesh, leaving a quivering, dying body and vines wet with blood. The fire flickered, went lower, and just as the Ker'chax died, went out.
The priest struck a black gong, causing a horrifying crash that scared off all wild animals within a mile.

[Yeshon]

Karthull waved to his brother Lashar, then returned his attention to th battle below, "I dunno, if no gods interfere I'd bet on the Phalanx. 'Course-"

Karthull frowned as the forge-god appeared, "if they have no eye for a fair fight, which they don't. The fight probably won't happen in the first place."

He called down, "C'mon Bonduar! Let the Mortals fight their own fight! It's not like it'd hurt you any."

As an aside to Lashar he whispered, "I can't figure out why what's-his-face cares about keeping his plane in the world anyway. Could just do what I did and put in the Void. Oh! I gotta say, I am liking your Gauldough! Tough little bastards aren't they?"

In truth, this was the second slaughter, Reapers flitted about the caverns, invisible to all mortals save for those on the verge of death. Karthull didn't even try to hide his pleasure.

The Ker'chax

Then Karthull felt something, something he had never felt before, worship? He turned to the first Reaper, "Go and find out what this is all about." The Reaper bowed and departed.

Only to reappear visible to all mortal eyes and regarding the mortals around him.

"I am the First of all Reapers, Servant to the Master of Death Karthull. Why have you called?"

Got ninja'd

[Maugan Ra]

" Zahariel has this whole 'vigilance' thing going on. He probably thinks he can keep a better eye on everything if he's in the mortal realm, or something."

"And the Gauldough are doing rather well, aren't they? Very inspiring, really, they've given me all sorts of ideas. Maybe a giant cross-dimensional lava cannon? Hmm."

He paused as the forge god came out, then smiled beneath his mask."Ah, here we go."

[Yeshon]

"Heh, first mortal war? Stubborn refusal to give up? I can't complain."

Karthull nodded as he heard Lashar's theory, "Yeah, sounds about right, he's doing a bad job of it though. Has he even done anything besides tell a bunch of mortals who already agreed with him about this so called 'good'?"

Not a critique of player, just Karthull being an a$$

EDIT: On another note. Cross. Dimensional. Lava. Cannon. :smallbiggrin::smallbiggrin::smallbiggrin:

Karthull thinks he's just teasing him.

[Drowlord]

Deep Jungle
The priest grinned tightly. "I am Cartholon, leader of tribe Blackfang and, through battle, the twenty other western tribes."
"I wish to honor your master by a massive war, one that leaves us as the rulers of this land. If we fail, only two hundred spirits will fall to the battle-chasm. If we succeed, uncounted millions will be sacrificed to your master. The Black Pyramid will run red with blood, day and night. Millions more will die in the war. All we want is your master's approval, and the knowledge we will go to his Black Throne when we die. I have seen it, black, and made out of bones..."

Isle of the Winds
The few Ker'chax on the island had built a small fortress to protect themselves from the cold winds that blew over the isle. They were all noble men, and bold-spirited ones.
A young priest knelt and intoned to a figure of stone, carrying a sword and wearing armor, that he had dreamed of.
"Thank you, lord of justice, for showing us this isle. We were nearly destroyed by the storms above the sea. We now devote ourselves to your service, to be faithful to you. Please show us a sign you accept our worship."

[Yeshon]

Deep Jungle

The First Reaper was silent, then spoke, "My Master would find that most acceptable, wait for his sign, when the waters turn to blood drink of it and become my master's forever."

With that the Reaper departed.

Don't have the AP yet, I'll do the Organization/ Infusion cost after Rollover.

[Fremen]

Walls of Elyssia

The mighty phalanx were concealed beneath the dark clouds, their massive shapes only illuminated by the occasional flashes of lightning in the stormy sky. Yet for all their size the seraphs knew no fear, for they were warriors first and foremost, and while they lacked the size of the sky-serpents, they wielded great blades. The phalanx's assigned purpose in existence was to be masters of weather, but the seraphs were made for combat and war. If there was battle to be fought, the seraphs were ready and willing.

The coming of Bonduar brought smiles to the silver-eyed seraphs, but their flocked to the skies about their home a moment later when Zahariel himself appeared. He ignored the attentions of the gambling gods, and spoke into the storm, "Begone, phalanx of Haruzar! The skies around Elyssia, for as far as the silver eyes of my seraphs can see, are your realm no longer, and I will treat any incursions as an attack of Elyssia itself." As he said this he willed the mystical borders of Elyssia to expand, and while the white walls remained as they were, the invisible divine edge of Zahariel's territory spread out as far as he had decreed - to the limit of the Seraph's vision, some many miles out. "Darken the sky elsewhere, and do not return without invitation."

[Yeshon]

A red fire burned in Karthull's eye sockets as the Paladin god stepped out of his palace. This... thing was his antithesis. He wouldn't acknowledge him for now. But if it came to battle, he had just decided the Phalanx would have his support.

Karthull looked to Lashar, "Who made the Phalanx anyway?"

[Umbranar]

Bonduar looked up and saw Karthull next to Lashar.
He rose up to them leaving the Seraph as their master seems to take control.
The phalanxes won`t last long if Zaharial and Warsong got into things.

Can`t say I`m surprised to see you here Karthull though you show either great courage or lack of intellect to show up this near to Ellysia.
As for interfering, the Seraph can handle themselves and the Phalanx are not going to last for long being greatly outnumbered. Besides, Zaharial won`t risk his Seraph is he can finish it off with a blow of Warsong. Do not worry about me interfering though He points at his hammer this is hardly a weapon.

He then turned to Lashar My dwarves speak of trouble in the deep though they have only heard it from the Gauldough. What transpires below the worlds crust Lashar?

[Drowlord]

Deep Jungle
The priest smiled, showing a jutting fang half-broken from a distant fight. He and his tribe returned to their slave-camp, spreading the Death-Cult through fearful ranks.

Isle of the Winds
"Holy Chief of justice, we trust our valor to you, as we know you are valor in the highest. Accept us as your warriors of honor."

[Maugan Ra]

Lashar nods to his brother God.

"War, dear Bonduar. I took Zahariel up on his offer and let the Gauldough hear the message his servants were spreading. And wouldn't you know it, but their immediate reaction was to form an army to drive out my neice's creations from the underworld. They're doing quite well so far - they've pushed the nightmares back several dozen miles, and fortified all the territory they've taken. Karthull has the exact death toll thus far, but I believe we're into the thousands."

He looks over at the Lord of Death and considers. "One of our brothers, name of Haruzar, I believe. I've never met him personally, but I imagine he'll show up soon, what with Zahariel taking it upon himself to steal a fair swathe of his territory."

He also turns and speaks solely to Karthull.
"You look like you're fixing for your own war, dear brother. If you're interested, I was entirely serious about the cannon.

[Yeshon]

War Figures

"5,784 Gauldough have died in the war, give maybe two or three since I just spoke. Can't get a hold of the other things' essences though. I don't think they really die, kinna like the Archons."

"Haruzar, huh?"

To Lashar Karthull replies

Not really, the Ker'chax seem to want to excise some race or another from their lands. I'll help them out so long as they fight a war.

But a cannon, really? That would be, by far, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

[Abscondcrow]

Favora, Elyssia

Favora slowly rose and followed the other gods to the walls of Elyssia. Watching the scene unfold, her lips curled downwards sourly.
This frown was not brought on by the Phalanx though, nor was it brought on by the Seraphs. No, Favora had spotted the one known as Karthul. This being, she felt, was the one taking essence from her dieing children. Whether it was for their own good or not, she was not sure. But the one thing the goddess of life did not appreciate another playing with.. Was the essence of her brood. There would be penance. But not now.

The great tiller of life unfurled her mighty white wings and beat down on them, rising slowly away from Elyssia and then increasing speed, making her way to one of Phalanx circling her new allies "home". Upon reaching the serpent, she placed her hand upon its snout, "Greetings, noble beast. I would request that you take me to your creator, your master, so that I may converse with him." she said in a friendly, but stern voice. Favora was not in the mood for listening to the bickering of gods and mortals.

--

Nova'dorae, solitary Zal'zakoth village on the great continent.
The initial response of the Zal'zakoth was that of shock and fright. They all scattered, quickly gathering up their egg clutches and moving them inside. The warriors getting their spears, scimitars and blow pipes, the hunters gathering their nets. Whatever these beasts were, they would be killed, they would make fine trophies, after all.

"Stop!" Came the command of Hatouri Anu, the last living Zal'zakoth of this village who had seen and spoken to Favora, their patron deity. The Nova'dorae had come to see Hatouri Anu as a spiritual and daily leader, regarding him under only the chief, who himself would jump into a pit filled with Onyx spiders if so told to by Hatouri.

After he had seen all had calmed down, and the chief had joined him wearily at his side, scimitar at the ready, the "Priest" addressed the elemental beings, "Greetings, strange creatures. We are the Nova'dorae, the first to settle in this land, we have stood many years against those who have tried to drive us away, and we will stand here for many years coming. I am High Priest Anu, the Goddess Eye, why come you to our great tribe?"

--
Kurrikitai, solitary Zal'zakoth village on the beach of the great
continent.

The Kurrikitai soon discovered that the creatures living in and emerging from the ocean were not good for eating. They were made of hard.. Pretty.. But inedible materials. No, the Zal'zakoth at this waterside village still had to live off of fruits and the mammals they hunted. This was not a problem for them though, it was the norm. To top it off, they had extra materials to make beautiful items for themselves to wear and to gift to the goddess at their altars. Perhaps they could find larger, even more beautiful gems inwards? Plans for a raft were formed..

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Phalanx, Elyssia

The many gathered Phalanx seemed not at all afraid as the gods gathered, but their voices were no longer so calm, and as Zahariel expanded the domain of Elyssia countless angry curses, the bellows of the angry beasts, hisses and screeches that seemed as if they came from dozens of species and not just one rose up in angry protest to the gods' actions, more began to appear from beyond as the storm cloud gathered ever stronger.

The single Phalanx selected by Favora was one of those who had decided to call upon Haruzar anyway, and so accepted her 'suggestion' swooping off in a seemingly random direction, away from Elyssia

Haruzar, Phalanx and Favora

(OOC: I'm assuming she would go with the Phalanx)

Haruzar, was at the time on another bottle, had begun to notice not only the gathering of his Phalanx in one place, but of the gathering of the gods, he could feel their power in the air, and he had decided he would go to that place when a Phalanx arrived on a wind current, and Haruzar could feel a divine presence had accompanied it.

[Ajadea]

A time for war...

The tribe had been ruled by a chief, chosen by the previous chief, back to the beginning of days, when Rasa Godsborn was chosen by the Sun to rule. They worshiped her as god and child of god. But now one dreamer, inspired into frenzy, one flawed chieftain who led only from his tent... things had changed. Rasa was long dead. And another was claiming to be a leader they could truly rally behind. He had been visited by a Therm, a winged being from above, a messenger spreading the holy words over the world. He would rule kindly and well, and they would conquer all, as they deserved, the children and chosen of god.

Many were tempted, for the chief now was not a wise one.

Almost as many believed that those others were caught by madness.

Tension mounted. But in the end, no one knew which side threw the first blow. And it didn't matter that much, either. Either way, blood was shed. Reapers darted in and out, collecting the souls of the dead. And from above, Ryone watched as its creations destroyed themselves in order to bring about a new order of things, and laughed like rainbows that had never been.

[Fremen]

As the new borders of Elyssia took hold, the storm clouds within the Paladin God's realm blew themselves out. Beyond the edges they raged as strong as ever, but cool, stable air prevailed within the boundaries, where the seraphs were taking wing.

Zahariel leveled his greatsword, pointing it at the gathering phalanx, "This is your last chance, phalanx; leave my realm, or I shall smite you myself!"

[Fan]

The Scales tipped-

Rezeteil had been journeying this barren world, it had been a bleak experience he had expected for a new world yet barely formed, however, he had felt drawn to something. A roiling collection of two great wills clashing together, a grey cloud of beings above them collecting the fallen to presumably take them to their Gods.

Rezeteil sniffed the air, the thick iron of blood, and the harsh sting of fires filling his lungs, the screams of the dying around him, and the clash of weapons growing closer as the God of Destruction entered the battlefield, the cries of the dying, the whispers of the Reapers. Yes, he understood what this was, it was him. He was destruction, and courage incarnate. A creature of Fury and War, and he spoke as he raised his axe. However, something was wrong here. He felt a taint, this was no true courage being displayed here, rather fanatics fighting for a cause they could not truly believe in being forced to believe and follow a new God by their new chieftain.

This could not stand. This affront to Courage and Heroism. It was with a grim face that he began.

"New to this world I may be, but this roiling fire, this erupting conflict. It is where I belong. It calls to me as a song as that of a siren's call. And I know now, that my language is not one of words like the other gods. Not one of spells, or creation. I am a creature of battle, a force, and now I know where my voice yet lay.

YET TAINTED THIS WAR BE.

IF THEE WILL NOT LISTEN TO WORDS, OR REMEMBER THY FAITH, THEN THEE SHALL LISTEN TO MY FURY, THE TRUE VOICE OF THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION!"

He then let it fall upon the terrain, a valley forming as rock and ore parted before the energies of PURE destruction, forming a chasm too wide for any non flight based creature to pass, a single islet in the middle where the God stood, his hands covered in char from the energy he had expended.



AP 1- Create a sheer valley splitting the two warring factions.

[Maugan Ra]

"In their defense, Zahariel, you did just steal their territory out from under them. Telling them to leave or die, well... Aren't you supposed to be a lord of Good?" Lashar called across, a slightly mocking tinge to his voice.

He was having far too much fun with this...

[Yeshon]

Karthull laughed.

"He certainly is brave threatening mortals!"

@Fan: where is the sheer valley?

[Fan]

Rezeteil sighs, standing on the lone islet of stone that remained, and he turns to face the God who spoke to him.

"And what would a man who watches know about courage? Surely it tis braver to end a child's scuffle than to stand by and watch a brother slaughter his kin."




In the middle of whatever current battle there was, Rezeteil isn't afraid to cause a few casualties.

I haven't seen any maps or I'd give you a more exact location.

[The Bandicoot]

@Fan as far as I know the current war is FLOATING HIGH ABOVE ANY SORT OF LAND...... just saying >_>


Isglef nimbly lets go of Warsong and starts his shakey walk out to the ramparts. He immediately steps to the top of the wall and takes a swan dive off, heading straight for an unhabited patch of wasteland. As he hits the ground a dense and dark forest springs up. As he gets up out of the small crater he made he picks up a mushroom and peers at it before blowing a bit of his divinity into it and throwing it into the air. The mushroom splits into a hundred small pieces and each piece grows into a two-foot tall humanoid. They look similar to dwarves, but with no beards and caps for hair. You are Zahas. You will live here as The People. You of all the mortals will know the virtue of self-sacrifice for that is how your race procreates. You shall also know of the other virtues.

Starting AP: 14
Alter Land -1AP The dense forest with a small crater in the middle.
Create Life -1AP The Zahas, virtuous mushroom-men that procreate by planting themselves in the ground and sacrificing themselves to spread spores
Divine Infusion -2AP Isglef infuses the Zahas with a bit of his divinity.
Create Organization -2AP The Zahas who live in the forest called The People.
Ending AP: 8

[Yeshon]

Rezeteil sighs, standing on the lone islet of stone that remained, and he turns to face the God who spoke to him.

"And what would a man who watches know about courage? Surely it tis braver to end a child's scuffle than to stand by and watch a brother slaughter his kin."




In the middle of whatever current battle there was, Rezeteil isn't afraid to cause a few casualties.

I haven't seen any maps or I'd give you a more exact location.


"Wait is he talking to me?" Karthull whispered looking down at the newborn god.

"Not if you're much stronger than the child. You're just trying to establish your dominance by forcing them to stop and accept your morality by virtue of you being stronger. I don't think that's bravery, but what do I know?"

He tilted his skull to one side, "Who are you anyway?"

[Fan]

"Wait is he talking to me?" Karthull whispered looking down at the newborn god.

"Not if you're much stronger than the child. You're just trying to establish your dominance by forcing them to stop and accept your morality by virtue of you being stronger. I don't think that's bravery, but what do I know?"

He tilted his skull to one side, "Who are you anyway?"

"

The strength of one who acts with intent is meaningless! My purpose is my own, and I impose it on none here.

I am ceasing a conflict, what you say would be true if I issued an ultimatum or expected anything for myself. I do not expect them to stop fighting, I do not care if they continue to wage war for a millenia.

My essence is battle and heroism, I can tell when a hero is being used as well as you can see me now, and I know that these people are being used. For what, or by who I do not know.

THAT is why I intervene. When a man fights he fights for himself, when a hero preforms deeds of valor he does it for what he loves. Not to be puppeted about by gods acting towards each other through mortals! Each of these men speaks of faith! Of their new chieftain, and whomever's creatures these are collect the dead. It does not take a paragon of intellect to tell that yon armies fight not for the sake of battle, not for land, or terrtiroy, but for the favor of Gods!

And I cannot stand by while men, and thinking beings are used to further the agenda. I may intervene in the struggles of man, but the gods behind them yet preform more vile deeds by directing them against each other."

Rezeteil then breaks out in a barking laugh, so this man wanted to know who he was?! Very well, he would show him!

"Me? Thy do not know who I am eh'? Well given I was just born I will forgive thee.

I am the indomitable hero, forged in a hurricane of Fury and Destruction.

The God who's name is only ever whispered in the halls of men and Gods alike in awe and mystery!

I am the paragon of heroism, The Great Champion, The Lion of the East!

I am Rezeteil, God of Courage and Destruction!"

[Ajadea]

Well.

That was unexpected. A smile stretched across Ryone's face, or at least some region of its nebulous anatomy extended in a way that could have been considered a smile if you squinted and thought about it. Ryone loved the unexpected. It was not, and then it was, standing, or rather, floating, scarcely an inch away from the interloper's face, humming with fury.

"you. You dare interfere with my creations?" it boomed. It was a good booming voice, escalating smoothly from a whisper only heard by the god in front of it to a thunder that could be heard in the Comely Court. Ryone was quite pleased. Oh, this was going to be good. Legends would warp it beyond recognition, but this day would live on in mortal memory. Forever.

[Draken]

Nova'dorae, solitary Zal'zakoth village on the great continent.
The initial response of the Zal'zakoth was that of shock and fright. They all scattered, quickly gathering up their egg clutches and moving them inside. The warriors getting their spears, scimitars and blow pipes, the hunters gathering their nets. Whatever these beasts were, they would be killed, they would make fine trophies, after all.

"Stop!" Came the command of Hatouri Anu, the last living Zal'zakoth of this village who had seen and spoken to Favora, their patron deity. The Nova'dorae had come to see Hatouri Anu as a spiritual and daily leader, regarding him under only the chief, who himself would jump into a pit filled with Onyx spiders if so told to by Hatouri.

After he had seen all had calmed down, and the chief had joined him wearily at his side, scimitar at the ready, the "Priest" addressed the elemental beings, "Greetings, strange creatures. We are the Nova'dorae, the first to settle in this land, we have stood many years against those who have tried to drive us away, and we will stand here for many years coming. I am High Priest Anu, the Goddess Eye, why come you to our great tribe?"

The Death Archon remained the speaker for his group, apparently to the chagrin of the life archon behind him.

"We are archons, servants of The Great Beyond, within which all are, who is the stars, and the moons and the sun, far above the sky, he who sculpted this world from the raw clay assembled by your mother."

"We come unto you by his will, who wishes to know better about you and those who come from you, who are unto his transcendental elemental being, as proven by our inability to take on the shapes of your kind, but merely the primal aspects of your begginings and ends."

[Yeshon]

...

...

Are you gonna respond?

I'm thinking.

Then Ryone stepped in, "You can use whatever justification you want if it helps you sleep at night man. But I think you've got more immediate concerns."

Karthull watched with interest.

[Fan]

Well.

That was unexpected. A smile stretched across Ryone's face, or at least some region of its nebulous anatomy extended in a way that could have been considered a smile if you squinted and thought about it. Ryone loved the unexpected. It was not, and then it was, standing, or rather, floating, scarcely an inch away from the interloper's face, humming with fury.

"you. You dare interfere with my creations?" it boomed. It was a good booming voice, escalating smoothly from a whisper only heard by the god in front of it to a thunder that could be heard in the Comely Court. Ryone was quite pleased. Oh, this was going to be good. Legends would warp it beyond recognition, but this day would live on in mortal memory. Forever.

Rezeteil grins like a mad man, so more of these Gods were coming out to play?

He didn't give a damn about this things anatomy, if it wanted to talk to him a voice that roared like all the thunders the sky had ever dared to break. If it dared to stare him down like it meant a damn thing to him he would do the one thing that he knew would throw it off guard.

He laughed. Genuinely, and fully. He laughed.

"So these men be thine? Perhaps thee should thank me for stopping this senseless, and manipulated, loss of life. I care not for the conflict itself, I revel in the din of battle and the roar of war. I could not however, let thine creations be used by another. Unless. thee intended for this to happen?"

He said becoming dead somber on that last line, staring whatever this was in what he thought was the eye.

[Maugan Ra]

"My oh my. So many different conflicts brewing today." Lashar said, smiling to himself as he looked down on the boastful young god below him. It seemed that just about everyone was getting involved in this one, sprawling affair - dozens of different agendas colliding in an unholy mess.

[Ajadea]

The interloper - Rezeteil - had laughed! Perhaps he wasn't as bad as it had thought. Ryone held back another grin-like expression. Indeed, it didn't seem to react at all. Thee and thine? Just like those of old. No harm in adopting the same. "This conflict is not mine, nor is it born of any other god. It is their war thou hast so meddled with, and they fight at their own will and none other." It stretched, and spun, and wound itself around Rezeteil, shaping itself as a ssal. Its thin, spidery, tentacle-wings curled around his limbs, his axe, and its snout brushed his ear. And Ryone spoke, so quiet that none other could hear... "If thou must know, Rezeteil, I did indeed will this to happen. I wished for change, and so there will be change.... however, the manner of it, that is their choice and theirs alone. Now... knowing all that has gone in to this... what will you do, oh Lion of the East?"

[Fan]

The interloper - Rezeteil - had laughed! Perhaps he wasn't as bad as it had thought. Ryone held back another grin-like expression. Indeed, it didn't seem to react at all. Thee and thine? Just like those of old. No harm in adopting the same. "This conflict is not mine, nor is it born of any other god. It is their war thou hast so meddled with, and they fight at their own will and none other." It stretched, and spun, and wound itself around Rezeteil, shaping itself as a ssal. Its thin, spidery, tentacle-wings curled around his limbs, his axe, and its snout brushed his ear. And Ryone spoke, so quiet that none other could hear... "If thou must know, Rezeteil, I did indeed will this to happen. I wished for change, and so there will be change.... however, the manner of it, that is their choice and theirs alone. Now... knowing all that has gone in to this... what will you do, oh Lion of the East?"

"If thine men act of their own accord, and thy words be true, then I have erred. However, what is done is done, and a valley can be used for other purposes. I am a Hero, and we pay for our sins."

He raises his axe in the midst of the conflict, and an avalanche forms as he erupts again with power, though in a far lesser act as he physically struck one side of the valley, a slope forming to allow access to the valley on either side.

"There, now the conflict of man can continue. I do not think though that I have had the honor of meeting thee."

[WarGruntw]

Ti'gul saw. He saw the comely court, in all of its colors and splendor, saw the hall of the Empress of the ocean, a once mighty monster that circled the entire world, saw the merfolk dancing in the ocean that made him, diving through dreams and plotting twisted plans of murder and deceit, saw the wild life swimming, the colors they gave off dazzling to the mortal eye, eating each other in ignorant bliss.

Ti'gul felt. He felt the water around him, trying to sway him to a gentle lull, comforting him, felt the ice that was on his throne, the strength and certainty that it provided, felt the mass of energy released from Rezeteil creating the valley, felt the gods' feud with each other over territory, over something that they could easily create more of, felt change coming upon the mortals from a god.

Ti'gul knew. He knew that he was not meant to stay in the comely court with all is glory, that the ocean trying to keep him here was truly powerless over him, knew that the other gods had no interest in him or his doing...for the present. And so Ti'gul come to know what he had really gained out of this. Freedom. Ti'gul was free. No longer was he part of the ocean, having to support all life in its boundaries, no longer was he dreams, made to quench the thirst of the merfolk's boredom. He was free, and he was going to use this new found freedom.

But Ti'gul knew caution also. If the other gods were feuding over something so trivial, then what would happen when their attention was turned to him? It seemed that any action they took only brought more ire from other gods. But Ti'gul was a god also, and wielded power like they, so what stopped him from doing what he pleased now that he was free? On his own caution. Bracing himself for the worst, Ti'gul takes his first steps out of the comely court and into the mortal realm.

And so Ti'gul slowly rose rose from his throne, freezing the water around him just from just his mere movements, stirring the nearest merfolk, startling them for Ti'gul had never moved before. They watched in awe as Ti'gul rose to his full height, towering over the merfolk, though after getting over the initial shock they playfully swum around him, careful not to get too close for fear of being frozen alive. Ti'gul did not see them, as he already had his destination in mind. It was hard for him to leave the comely court, so why not go where there was enough godly energy in the air to easily support him?

Disappearing in a swirl of icy water, partially freezing the few merfolk that were swimming around him, Ti'gul reappears near Lashar and Karthull in a burst of pure ice. Floating in place with his cane in hand and a small swirling cloud of ice surrounding him, Ti'gul sees the strange shape of the other gods, using two...legs instead of the natural fin. Strange as it was, it seemed fitting to him and Ti'gul alters his image, taking two legs also, although the legs was like most of his body and the edges were...blurry. Taking in the sights and sounds of the world above the waves, Ti'gul makes not a sound as he studies the happenings of the other gods.

[Ajadea]

Ryone untangled itself from the other god, floating in a loose circle around him. "I am Ryone, last of the old world and the first of the new gods. I remember all that has been, and I push the world on in its eternal dance." Below, the battle began again. The sounds of blood and death rang out over the fields below. And above in the highest reaches of the sky, the ssal opened their mouths, and as one, they sang of war.

[Elemental]

Under the Black Pyramid

Eosa listened to the song, truly it was beautiful.
Truly, I must now depart. But I shall return as soon as I am able.
She stood and bowed her head to the Xalon in respect and honour at their gifts to her. Briefly, she turned her attention to the Gauldough and their war against her creations. They were brave, but they feared her also.
And that was the way things should be.
Now she decided it would be best to track down her Brother. It would be remiss of her not to meet him.

The Sky Near Elyssia

Eosa and Xoxcocti Totol Nahui appeared near to where Lashar et al, were observing the impending conflict. She crafted herself a makeshift throne of silver and black velvet and resume human form before being seated.
There was only air beneath them, and as such, Eosa's servant looked slightly distressed.
Do not be afraid my loyal servant. No hamr will come to you. And if it does, then those responsible shall know I always guard that which is mine to protect.
Still, Eosa wove an elaborate rug, large enough such that Xoxcocti didn't have to feel that she was was standing on nothing.
Uncles, Brother. It is very bright up here, how do you stand it? But other wise, a pleasure to meet you all. Simply sublime.
What, pray tell, is happening down there? It seems that each side believes to have the right of sovereignty.
But each possesses a flagrantly exaggerated opinion of themselves not even my Mother could justify...

Interesting note: The creatures they're fighting aren't all the ones that exist. It would be unfair if the Gauldough had to fight all 6666 of them at once.
Also, she just subtly insulted Haruzar, Armanthlis and Zahariel in one sentence.
Gosh, half the people she's related to, including herself, have narcissistic tendencies...

[Yeshon]

Guess this is the place to be

Karthull glanced at his nephew but shrugged at his niece's comment, "The Phalanx were upset that Zahirel decided to build a castle in the sky. So predictably Zahirel decided to antagonize them and extend his borders."

He looked at Eosa, "So what have you been up to?"

[WarGruntw]

"This is pointless...on both of their parts. Yet it is amusing to watch just from the sheer stupidity of it. Still, it is shameful for a god to lower himself to fight a mortal's war. It proves that he has no faith in his followers. But I speak out of inexperience. Maybe he is just trying to show his dominance over the other gods. Again, pointless, but fun to watch."Ti'gul quietly remarks as he watches the events unfold. He steals a glance at his "sister", sitting in a throne with a rug underneath it, having a servant follow her around. She clearly took more after mother then him, in more ways then one.

[Elemental]

The Sky Near to Elyssia

Oh, nothing much Uncle. Mostly bringing fear to the lesser mortals.
But not the Xalon. No, they are worthy of more than that.
Eosa sighed.
What is it with men and believing they need to be the best in everything?
No offence.
She smiled behind her veil, the shards of glass that adorned her dress shining in the bright sunlight.
Oh, indeed Brother. They are most entertaining.
Perhaps we should teach this as an art form to the mortals. But it shall need a name...
Well, it's comical, and almost like a tragedy in that it's dramatic... How about comedy?

[WarGruntw]

"While it is funny, I would be most troubled if this started to spread. If that happens, I may have to craft a giant sword and go smite another god's race just because they looked at water the wrong way."Ti'gul says to his sister as he holds out his hand, commanding some of the nearby ice that was swirling around him into a sword of sorts, though it clearly was a fake because of the lack of energy that it emits. Under Ti'gul's mask, a slim smile appears on his lips as he lifted the sword up onto his shoulder to rest it there. "Oh, but where are my manners. I was named Ti'gul, son of the Brumal Gem, lord of the frost. It is a pleasure to meet you, and to see gods that not act so...rashly. Ti'gul mutters the assembled gods.

[Yeshon]

Karthull laughed again, "I like you two!"

He leaned forward, Ryone and the lion of the East wouldn't fight. Disappointing, but not unexpected.

"I suspect Zahirel is just excited for his first chance to kill something. I doubt he'd admit to it though."

[Elemental]

And I am Eosa, dear Brother. I have titles, but they aren't all that important right now.
And of course Uncle Zahariel won't admit it. He's got to prove his might to someone or he'll feel inadequate.

[Maugan Ra]

"Ah, Eosa, there you are. I'm glad to hear you've been enjoying yourself, stretching your legs... fins, whatever the term is. And my, you have a brother now? My sister has been busy..."

Greetings concluded, Lashar turns his attention back to the conflict below. His voice suddenly becomes more serious, almost contemplative as he analyses it all once more. And I dare say Ti'gul is right. What we are witnessing here is, perhaps, the founding acts of heaven and hell, if you'll pardon the theatrical terminology. Zahariel has been building a pantheon - you can see the threads of power connecting him to our kin, if you look closely - and now he has to prove that he won't back down when their claimed domain is challenged. They all have to prove that their gathering means something, that it is relevant. Our dear brother simply cannot afford to back down here, not without terminal loss of face."

[Drowlord]

Sky Near Elyssia
Xoxocti watched and remembered what happened. Kneeling on her rug, she got out an unused scroll and started recording the gods' dialogue, as well as adding spaces for comments.

The Shadow Realm
The one remaining red player wandered through unending twists and curves. Her partner had died in a battle with an evil shadow. She had long since lost much weight, almost nothing but a bag of scales and bones. She had ran from anything that attacked, save the whispering, leering shadows around her.
They told her of her faults, and she had long since become mad.
She whirled to hear a huge, deathly figure in the left passage. Behind it, a palace of unearthly splendor.
She leaped past it, trying to get to the palace.

The Black Pyramid
Xacha's priests wrote down thousands of divinely inspired verses. They were almost oblivious to the world around them.

The Jungle
Xacha looked on Cartholon and smiled.

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Create Greater Concept: Ritual Magic
This magic can be focused through gems, written verses, or chanted music. It effects are whatever the ritualistic has strength for, focused and suggested through the art or gem. I. E., a ruby might create a fireball, a sapphire might create a shield of water, a emerald might create plant life, a poem on mist might create mist, a song about sleep induce sleep. The ones that are not obvious are the usage of amethysts as hypnotics, tiger eyes as soul bonds- if they have the power to use one, the creature it is used on must follow the caster's commands, obsidian as an illusion focus, and a rose quartz as something like a glamor spell- a spell to make someone fall in love. Those to whom Xacha gifts it or their descendants can use it. Currently, all his priests, Cartholon, Xoxocti, and the priest of the Isle of the Winds can use it.

[Abscondcrow]

Favora, above the world, speaking to Haruzar.
The "divine being" made it's way to Haruzar, bowing courtly as she came within touching distance."Well met, brother. I am Favora, creator of the earth below us. No doubt you have noticed a gathering of many of your.. Creations in a single place.. And no doubt you have noticed their frustration, irritation." Favora said, then gesturing back the way she, and the Phalanx, had came, she continues "Your children are gathering around the home of one who would likely prove to be a valuable ally to you, if you would simply allow him to leave his home where it currently resides."

Nova'dorae, solitary Zal'zakoth village on the great continent.
Hatouri Anu let out a flat laugh at the archons words, gesturing around himself as he states, "We are a peaceful folk, save for against those who would do us and our land harm. We welcome you, servants of The Great Beyond, to stay with us for as long as you need, to study our ways. Home can be constructed, and educations can be provided, we ask no more of you than that you teach us of yourselves in turn." Although it was not spoken aloud, the rest of the Nova'dorae agreed with the High Priests words. Learning about a species created by one other than their great mother could be a great experience, surely. They did not seem violent creatures, after all.

[Fan]

Ryone untangled itself from the other god, floating in a loose circle around him. "I am Ryone, last of the old world and the first of the new gods. I remember all that has been, and I push the world on in its eternal dance." Below, the battle began again. The sounds of blood and death rang out over the fields below. And above in the highest reaches of the sky, the ssal opened their mouths, and as one, they sang of war.

"First of the New Gods eh'? Well, I guess even the creation of Gods is a refined process these days."

Rezeteil jests, his laugh cut short as a mortal attempted to pierce his skin with an arrow, the stone head splintering on his skin, Rezeteil paid him no mind. The quest of glory he understood well, and what would be more glorious than to slay a God?

"So in the realm of more serious discussion, what deeds are there to be done for a hero in this realm? What fell beast need yet be slain?"

However, it is at this point that he notices the people making idle comments at the side, perhaps they were unaware of the concept of a peanut gallery.

"Yet, perhaps, we should continue this conversation at yon abode. It seems that thy intervention hath drawn quite the crowd of interlopers."

[Umbranar]

When Eosa appeared Bonduar stats to laugh, Seems like we need mortals causing trouble to gather the gods in a quick way. Eosa was it? How lovely to see the one of the Fin-people outside the ocean for a change. No offence meant. And who might this one be? Your serve?

He looked back at the Phalanxes and Zaharial You all just here for the drama or do you just want to see what Zaharial over there is capable of? Or maybe see my creation in action, I warn you though it works fine against other gods. He looks at Karthull on the last part with a smile on his face.

OOC: Fremen you have the AP to create the pantheon?

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Favora, Haruzar

Haruzar considered the goddess, then looked in the direction she had come. "A valuable ally eh? Why would I find this god an ally, let alone a valuable one... and what would I be conceding to by letting him 'stay where he is'?"

[Maugan Ra]

" Careful now, younger brother. We might almost take that as a threat, and then things would have to get... unfortunately messy. I'm just here for the show, since it has such promise of being interesting."

[Abscondcrow]

Favora, above the world, speaking with Haruzar.
So Haruzar was not an idiot, Favora thought to herself, he would not simply take the word of a stranger god, nor would he throw away an opportunity for a new ally without knowing what it might be he was losing. Time to answer his questions, "To answer your last question first, you would simply be giving up a tiny portion of your grand domain, a small area where in which his home resides. It does ugly up your skies slightly, but what better to make oneself more grand, than to be put next to something.. Ugly? Not that you need much help looking grand. might as well try a little flattery.. There was something similar to Armanthlis, in this one. She continued then, "And the reason you would find this god a valuable ally is that his children, the Seraphs, they, just like your children, are beings of the air. They are not as powerful, or as swift. But are many times more numerous, and can be in more places at once. Also.. He has had a great weapon forged, capable of smiting down gods themselves. I would not wish to see the creator of such majestic creatures thrown up against it, even if it is likely he would be able to combat it with ease.." She cleared her throat then. She did not need to, though it seemed like the appropriate thing to do.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Haruzar, Favora

He considered what the goddess said, she made some good points, but Haruzar was not convinced. To give up even a piece of his rightful domain... "His creations might be numerous, but I am a god, that could be remedied by creating more of my Phalanx, or by making a new race entirely, it is not outside my power to even the mortal playing field. As for this weapon, what is it about it that one such as I could not match it?" he stopped again to consider his words carefully. "It may be as you say, his power might be greater than my own... for now, and he might match me creation for creation, whatever it is that sullies my skies might even add to my own grandeur, but to relinquish a piece of my domain, so early in my reign and to a god I have not even met, such a concession could reflect very poorly on my claims of dominion and sovereignty in future."

[Yeshon]

Party Above The Battle

Karthull shook his head, "He just wants to see how well his toy performs against a god. Really, why would I interfere? Well, okay I might. But honestly I haven't decided yet."

Karthull would frown if he could, his power, Ssa'ron his power kept growing! This world would bar him from entering before too long. But he needed to wait, wait until this battle was over, wait until he had made his decision.

"Why are you siding with him anyway? You don't strike me as the 'Burn all heretics' type."

@Drowlord, do you mind if we hold the Ker'chax storyline off until next Rollover? I'll wait for your answer before deciding.

Also Rollover:0+4=4AP

[Abscondcrow]

Favora, above the world, speaking with Haruzar
The life goddess let out a soft laugh before responding, "Oh you misunderstand what I propose, mighty one. I do not think you should refraim from meeting the creator of the Seraphs, not at all. Nor do I think you should simply, "Let him have this one". What I believe, dear brother, is that you should join him in his own domain. Call off your creations and negotiate with him, give and take. Chances are, you would be able to use his home as your own! After making it closer to your purposes, of course."

In all honesty, Favora did not care if the two gods ripped each other apart. But she knew the mortals would be drawn into it, and she did not care for mortals dieing in the masses. Though she was certain such would happen soon, and had already happened, why cause it sooner, and more?

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Haruzar, Favora

"I doubt if he takes such a bold step as to contest ownership of my own domain that he would share such illgotten gains with me. Besides, I doubt I would such a place my home. I will take no such concessionary residency, it will be a throne of my own making where I reside, or that which I can wrest from another. But fear not, one way or another I shall have words with this god, and hopefully this matter shall be settled"

Saying that, and no more, Haruzar disappeared from Favora's sight.

Haruzar, Elyssia

Amidst the chatter of the gods and the whispers of the Seraphs, the bellows of the Phalanx, there was a crack of thunder that sounded as if the world had snapped in half, and lightning danced from every storm cloud, until a massive bolt of lightning, followed by second crack of thunder, louder than the first, split the skies and formed the outline of a massive humanoid figure.

As this figure began to etch itself into the fabric of reality, the clouds were siphoned away from Elyssia, the Phalanx with them, and formed a massive tapering whirlwind at the hips of the figure. The clouds' nature remained the same, lightning dancing between the angry black cyclone, Phalanx flowing around it like a current, and up around the body of the massive figure.

Finally, the figure became defined, a massive muscular bluish body, a massive curly beard which matched the black clouds that made up his lower body, and curly hair atop his head to match, his eyes danced with the electricity that had formed his arrival. His body was massive, dwarfing all the figures present, Phalanx flying about his form like dragonflies, his head scraping the stratosphere and beyond.

His voice boomed with the authority of a monsoon, so that all could hear his words.

"The Shah of the Tempest Winds has arrived, Haruzar, Lord of All the Skies, what has so stirred my Phalanx to anger, what draws the gods like copper vultures? How might I address the dispute that has arisen here?"

[Draken]

Nova'dorae, solitary Zal'zakoth village on the great continent.
Hatouri Anu let out a flat laugh at the archons words, gesturing around himself as he states, "We are a peaceful folk, save for against those who would do us and our land harm. We welcome you, servants of The Great Beyond, to stay with us for as long as you need, to study our ways. Home can be constructed, and educations can be provided, we ask no more of you than that you teach us of yourselves in turn." Although it was not spoken aloud, the rest of the Nova'dorae agreed with the High Priests words. Learning about a species created by one other than their great mother could be a great experience, surely. They did not seem violent creatures, after all.

The death archon twisted in on himself to face his brethren, thruming silently among themselves in an unknowable tongue. After a short while, he turns back to Anu.

"Your terms are acceptable. In return for knowledge for the void we shall bring you the knowledge of the void."

AP: 4 + 4 (rollover) 8 AP!

[Drowlord]

The Black Pyramid
The Holy Books of the Onyx Moon and Silver Serpent were finished. They were written in beautiful illumination, carved out of pages of beaten gold and painted in crushed gemstone. Their poems, over several thousand in number, were beautiful in the extreme. They were written in etcasy and among the million gems of the Black Pyramid.
The holy books were purified under the black fire and green fire, and the holy words glowed with faint flame that never dies.

Isle of the Winds
The young priest called to the sky, "I see the storms making war on ye. Begone, serpents!"
He brandished a moonstone amulet in one hand and a ruby in the other, declaring war on the spirits that almost killed them, and killed their greatest kings and queens.

Yeshon: Yes, we can wait until next rollover. I still need to work out a few kinks on the plot anyway.

[Ajadea]

If this was all the entertainment gods had for their own, watching this misunderstanding resolve, then they were a sorry lot indeed. "The world is my abode, and I have never felt the need for another." It eyed the watching party with empty sockets. "Though perhaps that decision should be reconsidered," Ryone admitted. "But I agree. We should depart." Its coils tightened, squeezing Rezeteil tight, holding him fast. And they flew, shooting up through the sky, past Zahariel's fortress, past a barrier that clung for the briefest moment to scales and skin...

To the void, Amaenon. Only then did Ryone permit itself a grin. "So, what do you think those little mortals will think of that?"

[Elemental]

The Sky near Elyssia

Eosa turned to Bonduar.
I assure you, I am not one of the fin-people. I would never take such a limited form.
And this is my servant. Honoured above all other mortals.
She smiled under her veil, a kind smile.
And indeed, I am only here to observe my fellow deities and their needless competition to determine who is more masculine.
Watching as Haruzar appeared, Eosa laughed so softly that no one else would be able to hear it.
That was overdone. I'm beginning to wonder if they are somehow lacking and that fills them with shame...

Ap: 0 + 4 (rollover)

[Fremen]

The Skies Above Elyssia

Zahariel looked up at the massive form of Haruzar, his massive blade still held ready before him. He fought to keep back a sneer as he saw the form the storm lord had chosen, and the scale he felt he needed to display. It mattered not, and Zahariel knew that they were both well matched in terms of divine might, despite his own seniority.

He pointedly ignored the other gods, although he knew he could count on the support of Bonduar, should it come to blows. He was less sure about his son, Igslef, who had gone to follow his own ambitions in the mortal world. As for Favora, she was bound by the terms of the Council of Balance to come to Zahariel's aid against Haruzar, but the Scion of Justice was not convinced she would honour her word. But for all this he was well aware of the attentions of Lashar, Karthull, and the others, he merely refused to acknowledge them.

"Haruzar, Lord of the Skies," he called out. "I am Zahariel, the Paladin God and master of Elyssia. Since before you were born Elyssia has been in these skies, and my daughters, the seraphs, fly patrols to keep secure its walls. From my battlements go forth my warrior-maidens and my messenger therms, and by their wings do they travel to wherever I will them. The attentions of your phalanx here are not welcome, and by my will I extend the borders of my divine home to keep them at bay."

Starting AP: 2

Rollover: +4

Pantheon AP: +1

Final AP: 6(1)