A New World [IC]

[JNAProductions]

The world is blank.

[Professor Gnoll]

Uncoiling from the blankness, εїз, whose directions are manifold, gazes at the nothingness. "I very much desire something to look at." With the tip of a multitudinous flagellum, she carefully teases an infinitely dense marble of deepest black from the nothingness.

[Ramsus]

He, Cor, taking form in a shape mirroring that of the marble but unlike it in being multi-hued, replied, "Yes, but it needs a bit of...." and his words made color, which splashed across the marble and flowed from it in all directions.

[JNAProductions]

The world is marble and color.

[The_Dodger]

Dra'ven spirals from the nothing of the void, appearing as a cloak of night, glittering with a thousand tiny gems on a field of velvet blackness, "We can not see to enjoy this creation," his voice is as a whisper, and he spreads out to envelope existence in a veil of stars, cast a dim twilight across the marble and bringing the first night.

[JNAProductions]

The world is marble and color, faintly lit by stars from an eternal night.

[Professor Gnoll]

εїз, whose directions are multiplex, carefully winds herself about the marble. Her endless coils, which reflect the light of Dra'ven and the colour of Cor in every many-faceted scale, draw out the finest of threads from the marble's infinitely dense surface, The thread splits, then splits again, and again and again, until it is an all-spanning web, each strand identical in scope and shape. A perfectly geometric net of the raw matter of creation, ready and waiting to be spun and reshaped. "It is perfect," declares εїз, "And I believe it needs no altering." And yet the strands seem to beg for alteration.

[King539]

Denthar reaches out. "This world needs more. Alteration is still necessary." He raises his arm, and water spills around the marble. "What should we call it?"

[Professor Gnoll]

εїз, whose placement is extensive, writhes about in geometric harmony. "I would call it..." The lattices of her mind structure and generate. "♒≅±ΩεжзʍƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷʍεжзΩ±≅♒" The fragile grind of her coil ekes out something approaching a sigh across the lattice. "But perhaps you would appreciate something else."

[Ramsus]

Cor ignoring the discussion about names, brushes past some of the threads, causing them to tangle together.

[The_Dodger]

Dra'ven listens to the name given by the first born god and stores it in his deep memory where it would likely remain for all time. He doubted such a name would endure, and in time he may be the only one to remember the secret name of the world. He watches as water spills out around the dense marble core of creation, and enjoys how the light of his stars plays off the fluid surface, "Perhaps our work should be completed before a true name is given," he suggests, seemingly memorized by the flow of the water. It was beautiful how it reflected his stars, and he began to wish he could control it.

[King539]

"Perhaps you are right. The world still needs more." Denthar reaches out an impossibly vast arm towards the world, and, with a motion, an enormous mountain rises, shaking, out of the sea. "Land."

[Sicarius Victis]

"This world is too plain. Too...predictable. It needs to be something different. It needs to be something more."

Ser'reth the Unknowable, personification of that which cannot be controlled or predicted, begins to draw out threads of his own, and weave them with each other in a seemingly random pattern, creating indistinct shapes among the threads.

"I understand that your sculptures' beauty, dear sister εїз, comes of their unmoving, unchanging perfection. However, a world like this is not a sculpture. A world like this is a story. And an unmoving, unchanging story is never worth being told. To be a worthwhile story, it needs change. It needs dynamism. Quite simply, it needs freedom."

[Ramsus]

Cor watches the tangle he made as some of the color he'd made earlier pools together in the tangled threads and crystallizes. He finds this good and draws in more threads to make this tangle of lines of crystal larger and larger, though he tries not to upset the workings of the others while doing so.

[JNAProductions]

The world is a confusing mass of color and objects.

[johnswiftwood]

Orgohath sat, watching the others create .as he molded a little figure in his likeness "perhaps, we could use some more structure?" He suggested , not willing to make any possibly damaging changes himself just yet

[Ramsus]

"Structure? For the whole thing or just... out there in parts? Or on my.... thing?" Cor asks, indicating at the last his crystalline structure that had started growing all on it's own now.