Dawn rises over the new world, barren, but full of hope. The gods find themselves infused with the vigorous power of youth. [+1 to die rolls]



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As the etheral spirits of the gods circled the planet, eagerly examining their new plaything, it occurred to Falke that they had nowhere to converse properly with one another, to avoid the chaos of the previous attempts. This could not be allowed to continue.

With a thought, Falke created a hall in the heavens. It was, of course, not a physical thing, merely a link between the unfathomable minds of the gods. A mortal would comment on its impossible size, splendor, and brightness; but then, a mortal would also go mad just from seeing the room.

"This will be our forum, in which we can take our forms, and avoid devastating war through dialogue," the Divine Prince announced, and though he was alone in the center of the chamber, he knew all his brothers and sisters could hear him. "Should you have a grievance against a peer, bring it up here, rather than on the field of battle."

Satisfied that the others had heard and understood him, he too finally turned his attention to the world. It was disapointing: a sea barren of all intelligent life. He would fix that. Focusing his mind, he began molding the world to his needs. He would have a verdant land, he decided, flat, fertile, welcoming to life and civilization. At his will, uncounted kilometers arose from the depths of the south-eastern sea, already covered in vegetation, not harsh, not soft, the perfect birthplace for an empire.

Though Falke did not smile- now, or ever- he was pleased. This was a fine start.

Jor'Mok • Re presided over the world. He looked about and saw that the world was barren and unchanging. He so hated the so called 'Order' of worlds that he instantly set about destroying it.

"Falke, our worlds have failed because you failed to allow our worlds to change," he cried into the divine hall.

"Henceforth, no longer shall I sit idly while I watch worlds turn to rigid constructs, set from creation to broken!"

"I proclaim a storm of endless lightning at the center of this world, and within it I place my sacred halls. No longer shall I reside in your clockwork domain! Only the heroes of the world great enough to grapple with the forces of time shall enter the eye of the great eternal storm, and by doing so enter me! For I will be the great storm that will ravage your land of order!"

"Power of the great sky! I call upon ye! Twist ye into my fashion, twist ye into myself, and call forth the great eternal storm of which I will forever reside!"

As the ethereal spirits of the gods circled the planet, eagerly examining their new plaything, Shade looked on from the darkness. Even now, plots to twist and corrupt this new world formed in his mind. 'Another round!' Shade thought to himself 'What fun I shall have'. It was at that moment that Falke created a great hall in the heavens for the gods to meet and bicker. 'Too bright for my liking' Shade thought to himself 'But what's this? It appears that the game has commenced!'. Shade looked on from the darkness as the gods began to shape their world. Falke started off by creating a fertile land, perfect for a fledgling race that will 1 day inhabit the place. 'How predictable' Shade thought to himself 'What's happening now?'. Shade watched as Sudrud created a mountain. An evil plot formed in his head. But when Jor'Mok • Re created a storm in defiance of The Divine Prince, Shade burst out laughing. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed, completely ignoring the bird paradise created by Saellow "They're fighting already!...But now isn't the time to dwell on it. I have a mountain to corrupt". With that said, Shade manifested in the shadow of the mountain and stabbed the mountainside with 1 of his dark claws. The peak of the mountain exploded. By the time the other gods noticed the volcano the mountain had become, Shade was long gone.

Selipisi watched the water world, its waves were shooting, but it lacked in the diversity which allows the inspiration to flow. She chuckled silently as the first piece of fertile land came forth.

''I wonder how many worlds started the same way before.'' The comment more spoken as a stray thought as anything else. Observing the beauty of the view on top of the mountain, it felt disappointing as the view was lacking things to be seen.

Hearing Jor'Mok • Re speak and his choose Selipisi La Mongo hummed, she liked it. A adventure to inspire countless races in the times to come. One challenge was not enough. Her eyes rested on the paradise for the birds.

''Ah, Saellow such a pretty place for the bords to rest you created.'' Selipisi yawned, a dream was being born inside her mind. Watching the birds fly up and away she closed her eyes. The noise of the newly formed volcano inspiring her further. She started dreaming.

The lava heat burning the stone and earth leaving ash. But nature adapts. Along one side of it springs of hot water spurted, some of the snow melted carrying in its self the ashes, while other from within the mountain came fort. The water healing to the touch collected in hundred of small lakes and pounds. The healing hot springs, would help to clear the mind and ideas to come, as well as protecting the wildlife from the winter.

The raging storm in the middle of the world, it was clearly seen from the the desert to the south, violet sand hot under the adventures foot, with only the occasional pearl white tree to show the way raising high up into the skies. The leafs small and hard to the touch, with little shadow to spare, just as white as the trunk.

As usual, Un's heads were arguing. New ones popped out from the giant's shaggy white fur with every stray thought. Eyes looked about the place, catching every stray movement in their attempt to amuse themselves.

"Don't we usually start with a landmass so we don't have to waste time making a giant archipelago or something?"
"Why do we come here? Everyone's always so pretentious. Plus when we say anything they jump down our throats and star screeching at us."
"We should make an Island Chain. Every individual island is shaped like a penis. The archipelago itself is a vaguely phallus shaped connect-the-dots puzzle."
"Do we have enough land for the archipelago?"
"Who cares?"
"An archipelago may or may not be as potentially destructive as a river delta. You still have (roughly) the same amount of water."
"Our continent should be a giant angry snapping turtle with three heads."
"What? Why would we ever do that?"
"Because those fuckers are vicious!"
"What we need is to sink the land of everyone we don't like."
"Mayhaps discretion would be the better part of valor, here? Were we to play it safe, we could build a favorable rapport with our-- if you'll excuse the shaky terminology-- allies. From then, we could act unimpeded. What say you?"
"As long as that spooky asshole Shade doesn't show up, it should be fine."
"Hold on, go back. What was that about turtles?"
"Something about a continent, I believe."
"Yeah, you know what? Every time we play they do mundane shit like ISLANDS or FORESTS."
"Screw that, let's get fantastical up in here!"

And so, consensus among the clamoring heads was reached. With the snap of a thousand fingers, a tremendous shape rose up from the waters- a turtle about the size of four of the existing islands. As it yawned, the ocean flowed into its gaping central maw. Beneath the waves, the shadow of two more heads could be seen.

"This is our avatar, the World Turtle Suggit. Gonna have some niiiiice selection pressure born from him."

Naviganti was never the one for splendor, but he did like this new hall, it was refined yet simple. From one end of the hall, he strode seven leagues with a single step, arriving a few feet in front of Falk; without his hooves bound in leather, he had the ability to travel great distances quickly. He dropped down to one knee as Sudrud rose and balled his hand into a fist, crossing his arm over his chest and bowing his head.

"My liege," he began, raising his head to look up at Falke, 'I could impale you so easily' he thought to himself, his iron horns a foot away from his superior, "I am honored that you've decided to have me again, hopefully this one will last longer then the others." Magna rose and looked behind Falke, though the room was indeed nice, it needed a few more touches. He walked past Falke, moving forward before ascending a few shallow steps that rose up to meet his hooves. The end of the hall was rounded, he simply had to think, pillars rose from the floor to the ceiling, embedded into the walls and between the pillars, he opened alcoves, one for every deity, even for Jor'Mok if he decided to return to the pantheon. "I believe that it would be most beneficial if we all have our own space, the planet is our table but we all need a place to retire and plan our next actions." He didn't look back to Falke as he spoke, he simply took a step backwards and returned to the edge of the wall that overlooked the planet.

Already it was bursting with creations and avatars, even the dark Shade's work was evident by the volcano. He looked at it with disdain, he never liked Shade, she always changed things for the worse, 'potential wasted.' He thought to himself, as he cast his eyes upon the world. He wanted to make beasts and tribes, he wanted to give people purpose but as he saw it, it was not the time, he was weaker from ascending to this new dimension, so he would have to start simply.

"A place for them to live."

With a beckoning of his finger, land rose from the sea.

The gods have begun to work. Conflict's foul seeds are being sown as well: no time is too sacred, or early, for the creators to put aside their petty feuds.



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Betrayal! From those thought loyal!

Falke, the Divine Prince, the first among gods, gritted his teeth, dark thoughts formulating in his mind. That treacherous weasel, Sudrud, has planted a volcano- a volcano!- right next to what was going to be the craddle of civilization for this world, instantly ruining the perfect world he had imagined. Now, the mortals would have to fear the wrath of the earth. He could not fathom why the always loyal god would turn on him now, but past experience had thought him that his brothers and sisters had no concept of loyalty or sincerity. This will not be forgotten, he told himself.

"Sudrud, you false devil!" Falke announced in the forum. "This path is unwise: you do not want to be an enemy of mine!"

Storming from the heavens, he arrived in the land he had raised earlier. The sun shone through the gently swaying leaves, and he took some comfort that his work, at least, was well done. Determined not to let the imperfections of his kin slow him down, he continued the work he had begun, and doubled the size of the forest to the south, away from that damn volcano.

Once Falke had taken note of the volcano encroaching on his land, Shade manifested in the darkness of The Divine Prince's mind. "Betrayal! From those thought loyal!" Shade exclaimed, flawlessly impersonating Falke's voice to make the old fool believe that Shade was nothing more than a mere thought, something Shade had done many times before "That treacherous weasel, Sudrud, has planted a volcano - a volcano! - right next to what was going to be the cradle of civilization for this world! INSTANTLY ruining the perfect world I had imagined! Now, the mortals would have to fear the wrath of the earth! I cannot fathom why Sudrud would turn on me now!...No...I should have seen this coming...My brothers and sisters have no concept of loyalty or sincerity...This will not be forgotten...".

Shade then left Falke's mind and watched from the darkness as he accused Sudrud of something he didn't do. Shade chuckled as Sudrud groveled as Falke's feet for forgiveness. "How pathetic" Shade said before turning his attention to the world. Sudrud had made his mountain bigger created a glacier, while Falke had created some more land. This gave Shade an idea. He manifested himself in the shadow of the glacier and stabbed it with 1 of his claws. This caused the ice turned black as the corruption took hold. Shade then melted the ice in the direction of Falke's land, creating a great black river that made the land near its banks barren and infertile as it moved southward to the ocean. Upon meeting the sea, the river tainted a small but notable portion of the sea near the coast, turning it black and oily. The sea in turn corrupted the shoreline, meaning nothing would be capable of living there. Shade smirked evilly from the shadows, once again he was long gone by the time the gods noticed any of what he'd done.

He watched the island of origin be created, and saw bickering amongst the gods. They will always create the worlds this way. It is time to go abut the world-crafting differently.

"Spires of the great storm, touch the mountains of Sudrud! Let the great frosts push the land into the deep abyss, and let the forces of the great storm churn the very core of the world until the gods take note of their stupidity! LET YOUR AWAKENING BRING TENDRILS OF VIOLET FLAME!"

As he commanded the chaotic winds from his majestic halls, he looked upon the next of the wasted worlds. This would be nothing more to them than a round of a divine game. Would they never learn that continents would not serve them, that feuds would not appease them, or that the greatest of lands took understanding and willingness for change to take effect?

He retreated to his majestic halls shortly after the outburst, surrounding himself in a thousand curtains of impenetrable and malevolent storms.

As the whirling, burning storms charred and sank The Land, stray bolts of lightning and fire struck Suggit's impenetrable shell. Suggit shook himself irritably, but did not seem to react further.

The many heads of Un watched The Land sink with vague disinterest. One tutted disappointedly and addressed the rest of himself. Another discussion had begun.

"Look at the way the island's sinking. It's killing everything."
"Speaking of killing, we might want to get a jumpstart on that whole 'creating life' thing. Something that can survive anything would be good."
"We should start with another turtle."
"Turtles lay eggs, right?"
"Do they always have to?"
"I always thought they spawned from their shells."
"Eggs are important to all turtles! It's the very first test of their existence! Removing the egg would make them weak!"
"So clearly, the eggs must be made out of fire."
"The fire would provide too much protection."
"Wait, wait, what if we make it lay eggs that don't hatch turtles?"
"You mean... eggs that hatch yetis?"
"Eggs that hatch yeti savages."
"And then those breathe fire, yes?"
"I was thinking "innate knowledge of savagery, always frustrated."
"Would that really give us the most bang for our buck?"
"What if we made everything hate them? Like, everything. Plants and the like too. I'm thinking that'll give us some nice pressure, keep them adapting."
"Even the turtle?"
"ESPECIALLY the turtle."
"So, what you're suggesting is... a race of yeti who are loathed by all, know nothing but savagery, and lay eggs?"
"Well, that savagery will quickly evolve into hunting, spears, tribes, that sort of thing."
"And there's a problem with that?"
"Do we want tools? Tools seem a little weak."
"If those bastards can make them, then they can do the tools."
"Yeah, but remember the time we made the race that constantly mutated? That was just... weird."
"Tools are an excellent way to provide pressure. It ensures that our little dearies can kill each other when there's nothing else that can."
"Nay. They should be able to be extremely adaptive to the environment. Not strong enough to lift a mountain? Keep trying to pick it up- no, that would be too strong- let's have it so that each time they're beaten, the get a slight power boost. Then maybe the strongest ones can even transform if they're lucky."
"Hold on, we're neglecting the hippos. They gotta be able to adapt to murderyetis with spears."
"Hehehe, murderyetis."
"Okay, wait, wait. I have an idea."
"Does it involve more murder done by the hippos and yetis?"
"Yes, okay, what if-"
"What if not?"
"-What if we made more than one kind of yeti?"
"Novel. Continue..."
"And we made them fight..."
"Over which one had the right to live?"
"Like, black yetis and white yetis or north and south yetis or something, okay."
"We could do a rainbow of yetis."
"And then we tell the black yetis that the white yetis are evil, and we tell the white yetis that the black yetis are evil, and we make them fight forever."
"Mm, that might work. Does anyone know where the sacred clay is?"
A head reaches out its obscenely long tongue to grab a jar of gray, goopy subtance.
Nodding obligingly, another head clumsily attempted to simultaneously hold it and unscrew the lid.

There was an unpleasant shattering sound.

"Shit, I dropped it on the board."
"Eh, let the turtle handle it."
"The turtle knows best. That's how we made him, right?"
"I thought we made him to be angry and hate everyone."
"Exactly. He knows best."
"Well it looks pretty nettled."

With baffling style and grace, Suggit mashed and spread the glass-encrusted mound of sacred clay around its immediate area. Globs of clay dutifully formed themselves into vaguely humanoid shapes with two heads. As the dumpy clay figures built themselves up, details and colors began forming. Matted hair and sinewy muscle billowed forth across the clay humanoids' bodies, like a flood of testosterone across a plains. With an air of satisfaction, the clay humanoids stood tall, yetis all.

Curiously, it seemed that, after the clay had formed itself into a suitable shape, it began adding meaningless and absurd additions. Exactly half of the yeti population had its second head located squarely on its right shoulderblade. The other half had its second head located on its right forearm. Other than this strange differentiation, the yeti were almost entirely alike. They ate the same food, walked the same way, and could even freely reproduce between each race.

Suggit the World Turtle looked upon his work and huffed violently, clearly disgusted. As the mighty breath of life and disappointment spread over the yetis, they each sprang to life in turn. Wonder and amazement filled the air, at least until one shoulder-headed yeti had the poor fortune to look upon a forearm-headed yeti. Mustering a spectacular amount of horror for a two-headed apeman, the shoulder-headed yeti howled in rage at his cosmetically-different brother. United by the positioning of their heads, the yeti split themselves into two militantly-opposed groups: the master race with heads on their shoulders, and the Un-chosen people with heads on their forearms. Already, conflict had arisen in the world's first race. All was as it should be.

The heads of Un looked at their people with nothing but satisfaction, and cheerfully watched as the world's first race war erupted. The shoulder-headed yetis fled to the mighty crags on top of Suggit's shell, while the forearm-headed yetis fled to the dark seams separating each of the shell's segments. Sheltered by Suggit's shell, the yetis could freely squabble amongst one another with only a moderate amount of fear for the weather.

"They grow up so fast."
"I think it's missing something..." One head stretched its long neck out. With its tongue and teeth, the head combed the hair of the forearm-headed yeti, making them curlier than that of the shoulder-headed yeti.
"...Shit, they're probably gonna die without like... ecosystems or something."
"We should get on that one."
"What would they eat? Each other?"
"Exactly. They'll make due with what they got."
"I'm afraid nothing can survive on itself. Not even the Tumor-Men we made a while ago."
"They were a cute race, but the cuteness was their undoing."
"I for one liked the penis-men we had."
"I like trains."
"We'll need somewhere for them to find food and shelter. Something for the seams and something for the segments."
"I was thinking 'disease-ridden swamps' and 'inhospitable monster-infested mountains.'"
"I've always been a fan of inexplicably dead forests myself."
"Excellent idea. We shall have to omit some of the monsters and diseases for now, however-- we're just about out of sacred clay."
"Pity. Hippos and hydras as usual?"
"What if our ecosystem was fully yeti-derived? Could we swing that? You know, hippo-like yetis, small flying yetis, that sort of thing?"
"Remember when we created those trees which bore fist-shaped fruit that punched you in the face if you picked it wrong?"
"Man, now I'm hungry. Where'd we put our lunchbox?"
"Aaah those were fun. As for the lunchbox... I'm not sure."
"Okay, so fistfruit trees, fist-sized amo-"
"Wait. Waitwaitwait."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Water bears. The size of hippos."
"Yard-long whelks with poisoned talons?"
"Oh, that's way better than what I was thinking. I was going to vote for trees that grew poisonous jellyfish."
"I for one thought we should have create those penis-bushes like we always do."
"Okay, so we got the yard-long whelks, the fist-trees, macrobacteria, the water bears, the mini-hydras, and of course the noble, mean-spirited mountain hippo."
"It's a start, I suppose. I think we've got enough clay to make some of all of those."

She kept on dreaming expanding the violet desert further. She raised her head a yawn accompanying as she blinked to the state of the world. She was displeased with the corrupt land as no life neither plant of animal could thrive on it.

''Why would you remove the volcano? It was such a interesting idea.'' She remembered that cult of worshiping the volcano gods those people had such a enjoyable dreams. Or the other race in another world who come up with machines to use the energy and heat of lava.
'' Now look at the mess there, no fish will swim in that corrupt water. Hope you are pleased with how ugly it become.''

She shock her head, in the forum now, were harsh words.

''Why even trying to get along? '' On that topic Un creation took her interest, she looked at them wondering if she should inspire one or maybe both yeti to do something. Deciding to observe them for a bit.

His creation was the first in a while and he felt drained, though some energy had retuned to him, he didn't feel like it was as much as he had before he started, so he would decide to refrain from any creating. Magna made way to the alcoves he created at the back of the grand hall, walking up the shallow steps that brought him to the foyer between the spaces in the walls. He turned around to face out towards the opening on the fared and spotted his compatriots shaping the planet bellow.

"Brothers and Sisters!" He called out, "I shall retire to my chambers, I do not feel well enough to participate in this round of shaping, I do hope that this does not inconvenience any of you." He turned away from them and went straight to the alcove furthest to the left which he designated his own.

The moment Naviganti stepped in, the clean marble floor beneath him turned to rough wooden planks, and beneath them, though the cracks, he could see dirt and ambient light and tufts of weeds. The walls too transformed, turing into the same dusty planks the floors were, outside, between the gaps in the planks, he saw the slightly blurred images of pine trees, looking faded by the strong light on the other side. "Outside" birds chirped but other then that and the gentle rustling of the wind through the pine needles, it was silent. In the corner, strung up from the ceiling was a hammock, he eased himself into it and closed his eyes.

"Maybe I will sleep and regain some energy." he mumbled to himself, throwing his arm over his eyes.

The gods have begun to work. Conflict's foul seeds are being sown as well: no time is too sacred, or early, for the creators to put aside their petty feuds.

She watched the Yeti fight against each other on top of the turtle. It was lacking some more variety she wondered for a moment or two before a idea came to her. ''Un you dont mind me adding some more variety in the food chain for your two headed creatures? '' Selipisi stretched and closed her eyes it will be a little thing, she could feel something much bigger coming to her. Like a fruit on a brunch slowly growing till it get rip.

To the north of the turtle the waters started to shift waves could be observed. A yeti with a head on his shoulder stopped hitting on a yeti with the head on their forearm. Colors started to break the water as they emerged. Colors belonging to a coral reef. All of it corals eatable, but reaching them wouldnt be easy, it was the home to countless poisoned snake sorts of all sizes. from the small ones which poison could drop animals twenty times bigger then them self.Up to the gigantic snakes living in the caves under the coral reef each one easily swallowing the yeties in a single bite.

There was something amiss, the colorfully reef needed a touch more... And with it a small island in the middle emergeed protected by the reef and snakes it was decorated with a tropical and welcoming smelling plants.

''Now they have something more to fight over.'' She mumbled as she chracked a eye open to look what the other gods were doing.