The First Plane

The first breath of Antay, if you could call it that, was chaos. A new being born out of existence that didn't know what it was nor what it was feeling, a being that had to learn of everything and nothing at the same time, it was absolute chaos, until a few moments later. When the consciousness of the being named Antay started put order to the immeasurable amount of things and non-things that there were. For a few moments, afterward, Antay could feel the presence of another being, one that was more than himself yet one that did not spoke nor express any feeling, nonetheless, his presence let the young consciousness of Antay compose itself and keep a level of calmness that had not been before.

It wouldn't be long until that same presence left Antay, creating a new feeling that of abandonment and discomfort. Antay tried to seek the superior presence once again but could not find it, yet his mind was now sharper and could bring about order to the world of the unknown. Creating a visual image of what was and what wasn't. For the first time, Antay consciously saw the void and a barren world, he attributed them all to the superior presence that had been with him before, it wouldn't take him long to begin exploring and watching.

The world was bipolar, there was land and water but nothing else that could define it. Not a single color, nor a single being like himself. Finding himself in this situation, Antay felt another new feeling "boredness". Indeed, there was nothing to do nor to interact with, he then realized that it would be best to try and replicate the superior presence on his creation.

In the lapse of a single moment, an inmense amount of energy was released creating a crack in the land dividing it forever. Water began to fill where the land had retreated, in that moment. Antay realized that he was a being that could act and change the land at his whims, but then again there was nothing, when the water had finished settling on its new home, it was almost static and everything returned to a state of inaction. Antay wondered for a moment if that same superior presence had felt the same way...

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Antay creates a rift in the land.

First Creation

It was said when Illias saw the great bounty of the lands, she felt both excited and yet also worried - for while great land existed, she saw both the potential of it and also the danger within it. The dream she had for her children, the potential and the greatness they could gain - would most likely be matched by others in the future. In a way, as the Goddess of Creation - she almost saw the potential for also conflict, as Life in itself was chaotic and untamed.

Thus instead of trying to seed the lands with her grace and watch her children fight among each other - she would instead take the opportunity to create a paradise instead. An island that would be unable to be entered by those deemed unworthy. By her hand, she would pick an island at the edge of the world - then with her hands she would command the very mountains to cover it - said that these mountains would reach to the very sky where Illias called her home - whereby only those skilled or worthy could come and visit her. Thus the Sky Mountains covered the lands, all around it - with only one small entrance to Her garden.

Then she would take her very hair and spread it across the lands - turning the lands green and fertile, rivers to flow from the tears she shed at the beauty and when she smiled at the sight - the radiance would forevermore continue on the island, as neither freezing cold nor burning heat would touch it. Thus would be created, the Isle of Edenia.

AMELIA in the First Age

Amelia walked with her bare feet on the lands Alnaues just made. There is impressively vast expanse of land that seemed so bare. As she looks across the vast expanse, she longs for the stories of legendary exploits that need to be told. As of now though there is nothing. This distresses Amelia all the other beings around her are Nudriss and Antay her two older "siblings." The three of them make up the old gods, a term she does not appreciate. She considers herself as a mere creation, and while incredibly powerful is still limited and it is this limitation that makes legends possible.

The frustration continues to boil over because she had already annoyed, irritated, infuriated, angered, incensed, inflamed, enraged, and incessantly fought against Nudriss and Antay for so many millennia. There is no glory to be had when you are all virtually equal in power and besting each other is an exercise in futility. Her exasperation continues to grow as she realizes that she is not powerful enough in this age to make other beings that could perform these "legendary" feats she so craves for.

As she sat in the middle of the vast wilderness, she can see her siblings shaping and molding and making this new world according to their whims. The problem she has is that she cares not for mountains or rivers or any such these things. She wants glorious battles and war. Although, this is not possible in this current age with her current strength. Though, she knows that someday she will be powerful enough and so will her siblings to create creatures capable of so much. With this in mind she decides to consolidate the Consolidate Powers of War and of Wisdom with every bit of power she has right now. This is because she knows that someday, someday that this is how she will rise up valiant men and women that would seek honor through the glories of war.

Amelia Visits the First Father

As far as Amelia can remember she has always felt powerful. Even when she was fought incessantly for millenia with her other two siblings she always felt strong and engergized. Now though, she bent down kneeling on the ground. She said to her self, "This is what it must feel like to be mortal." She had just used up so much power trying to consolidate two domains that it felt like there was nothing left in her. It was a sudden release of energy that it must have been felt across the world. Amelia was embarking on something that was never attempted before.

As weak as she was, she tried to stand up. And when she got her bearings she knelt down once again and with a sudden force pushed herself up into the stratosphere of this world. She was on another mission. She wanted to see Alnaeus the First Father.


Amelia as she gazes upon the First Father.

Flying into the wilderness of space it was just an empty void. She flew into the nether of where the old father was. As she came to him, she was more in awe of his power than she had ever been. She approached him slowly and said, "First Father Alnaeus, I now see and realize your power. You have created an entire new plane of existence. While I and Antay and Illias can shape and make this world you've created we cannot remake it. You truly are powerful." She stops and realizes the gravity of her next request to the First Father. She starts talking again, "First Father, may I request that you with all your power create another plane for you and your children to reside. A plane in which we can bring created beings that have proven through a life full of glorious battles, those those who die in combat, those who perform legendary feats to come in after their death. Please First Father consider this humble request."

Duhyxbin, watched over the world above the clouds thinking and wondering
"This world has so much potential" he thoughted to himself but like breezes of wind in the sea in his mind breezes of what could happen passed through his mind of events of what might happen, he then put his staff aligned in a straight position in front of him with alignment with his mind and begun to meditate for sometime, until he felt the power of Amelia seeking to command both the dominions of war and wisdom he then grew worried about the prospects of her ruling the realm of wisdom.

He thought to himself "I never wished to intervene in matters like this, but she doesn't have the virtues needed to rule that domain" he looked to the world and wondered how much time has passed since he decided to simply observe "And by the looks of it neither me" he looked then back to the void where Alneus rested and wondered "but sometimes the sands of time call upon the simplest of all of us" he felted his power passing through him before trying to wrestle the domain of wisdom from her he thought "And I also had my ambitions but it appears that I will need to put my plans on hold... how easy of us to continue fighting even in here."

Duhyxbin then began to consolidate the domain of wisdom to himself opposing the will of Amelia as he deposited his power he thought again "I wonder what we can achieve but it appears our own fallacies will easily start blinding us... I wonder what my fallacy might blind me from."

Ira didn’t not know how long it has been since her creation. Since her father had brought her into an empty and emotionless world. One with gods that cared little of feelings of both compassion and hatred. Some that felt none at all. The emptiness had made her furious, but she could not lash out. For there was nothing to lash out at.

Then her father had created a world. One that could be shaped, molded, and even destroyed. Ira could not believe the betrayal of her father. To start to create something so beautiful, yet to retreat into nothingness. To retreat into the void itself. To not finish his creation, to make others like her. That felt, and hated, and loved. She desired, yet she did not have.

When she first came upon this empty vessel others had already begun to stake their claims. Twisting and molding its surface. Ira had desired, when came upon these lands, to destroy them. To make point to her long gone father. A father so quick to abandon his children. Children that only wanted guidance and need his compassion. This caused her to weep. Weep and weep for years and years, for she could not accept her father’s abandonment. She could not handle the potential beauty of this world. She felt truly alone. As she wept, so did the lands around her yet they did not stop weeping.

Hum

While the Old Gods had existed, Hum had remained quiet, meditative, considering the actions of those around him and trying to decide exactly what it was that he wanted. He watched as sisters and brothers cornered the land or crafted it, and felt no impulse to follow them. But it was as the feisty Amelia made her move for both the Domains of War and Wisdom that Hum realized he could do something unusual in his opinion. While Amelia sought to synergize the realms of War and Wisdom, Hum thought one of the funniest things in the world would be to take two opposing Domains. As his contemplative brother Duhyxbin no doubt attempted to take Wisdom, Hum threw out his arms of darkness to the world and sent forth his energies.

In one hand, there began to grow an orb of light, and in the other, an orb of darkness. Hum was attempting to become the dual God of Life and Death, handler of all souls. He smiled as he contemplated the idea, wondering if his siblings would stand for such a thing.

Antay contemplates creation

Antay walked on the water that had filled his rift in the world, it was but a barren land. For a long time, Antay wandered through this rift contemplating creation while not paying attention to the works of the rest of his kind, however, his contemplation took him nowhere. If he had been able to create but not create like his father, then what was his purpose? Would he wander these lands for the rest of eternity wondering only about how he was unable to replicate what his father had made?

Such a destiny was something that appalled the Elder God of Antay, wishing to understand creation better he left the grand rift that he had made and took some time to see the rest of the world for even if it was barren, he wondered if the other beings had made also tried to replicate his father's creation. But when his consciousness left the Grand rift, it encountered more than the two others that had been given existence by the superior God, Amelia and Nudriss. It appeared to him that ALNEUS had made more beings like him.

For a moment, Antay pondered what was the meaning of this new creation leaving aside his previous project to know the rest of the world, and once again he found no answer, tired of not finding answers within himself to ALNEUS creation he went back to his original intent of exploring. His consciousness then appeared in the grasslands of Edenia and then the wet swamps that IRA had given birth to. For him, their creation was superior to his, for now, there was no simple lifeless wasteland but one with the life of another kind, even if the lifeforce of the smallest of beings was insignificant compared to his, it was better than the nothingness one could find in the Grand Rift.

He replicated one such being, a small bacteria, and left it in the coastlands of the Grand Rift, yet unlike what he had seen on Edenia, the little being died for there was nothing for it to feed itself. Thus Antay realized another thing, much like him these insignificant beings required sustenance, Antay didn't know exactly where his power came from but he figured out that if he could make something like Illias, these beings would be able to feed and thus reproduce what he had seen on other places of the world.

Antay then once again began to contemplate, but this time, he contemplated about what kind of life he could make.

Duhyxbin After finishing his move felted Hum claiming domain over the realms of life and death realized something

He thought to himself "this isn't gonna be as easy as I thought it would if we continue to act freely how much time until we all compete instead of creating and molding..." Duhyxbin thought for a while and wondered for a few moments until what he thought could be a possible solution to the current problems he then raised his staff and spoke that all of his brothers and sisters could hear "Brothers and sisters we all have our dreams and ideas for this plane of existence but we currently are fighting for domains and trying to establish our own sense of what this world should be... I hear call all of us to unite in a single place to put forward our ideas for the betterment of us all..." he made a small pause during his talk and looked to the world and said "Those who answer my invite gather themselves on Edenia"
He lowered his staff and nobody more could hear him he then though "Hopefully this won't backfire like most of our family reunions" he begun to wander from the void to Edenia with some concern of what will happen.

Ira had heard the call of her brother and for a brief moment stopped weeping. She gazed upon her creation and felt a sense of belonging. A mold, beautiful and perfect. Yet interrupted. A brief moment of anger washed over her. This creature dare attempt to ruin her creation. Brother and god it did not matter, she was furious. Her hand lifted in a brief attempt to destroy, she suddenly stopped.

The word, brother had rung through her head. As though they had not been spoken before. Rarely, if ever, was she recognized by her fellow gods. Most kept to themselves. Most ignored each other and chose to rot in silence. To contemplate unfathomable thoughts. Yet, now she is recognized. Now she is called. A feeling of belonging brought joy to her heart. To be loved and wanted. Whether it be for there gain or for her, she did not care. She was wanted.

“I hear you brother.” She softly whispered, unsure if heard and thus she began to move, traveling great distances to meet her brothers and sisters. She could only hope that she would not be the only one.

While the King could not call any aspect of creation "beautiful" -- for it hated beauty -- it viewed the Great Father's blank slate with indifference, at first. But then it's "siblings" had to frolic in their little sandbox and go about changing things. The arrogance of it, the sheer willful, disgusting ignoranc of it all. The King walked the white emptiness. It listened to the distant thunder claps and felt the earth tremble beneath its claws. It saw the rain clouds, the radiant glow above Edenia, all the glory and wonder of creation.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Xanaros thought to itself. Then it sensed the gods squandering even more of their divine power, attempting to wrest control over life and death, war and wisdom. The King felt the pull, the primordial need to compete with the other divinities. It resisted, in disgust. "I am God of NOTHING," it thought, in depressed pride.

Then, interrupting the King's inner monologue and morose wandering came a call, but not from its father. Another. A lesser being, annoying Xanaros and testing it's endless patience. With a dejected swipe of a blackened claw, it tore a rippling rent in reality. With both hands, it pulled itself into Illias's perfect little bubble land, appearing for all the world like some sort of grotesque birth. It stood, looking around in blank-faced disgust at all the riotous life. The pure power with Xanaros, the essence of NOTHING, radiated from it like heat from a forge.

After sweeping aside some grass and flowers, it sat down cross legged on the now bleached earth. In brooding silence, staring straight ahead, hands on its knees, it waited for the other gods.

Archangel Alcadeas

Gazing down through the clouds, the Archangel could spot lands extending far beyond the horizon. Taking off his richly decorated golden mask, the god's stern and masculine facial features almost displayed a spot of awe. Aimlessly flying through the skies of the world, the Archangel's gaze sat upon the southernmost peninsula of the world, seeing the beauty in the random shapes of the shores, and the potential for the place to become a cradle of life, where he and his family could establish a settlement and rule over the realm. This might as well be considered the earliest concept of statecraft that the Archangel had in mind. This cradle of life would require tremendous effort in order to shape and be sustainable, and for years to come he began the process of experimenting with his powers in order to shape the climate and land of his soon-to-be home.

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While flying through the peninsula of the new world, experimenting with his powers in climate change, Alcadeas felt the call of Duhyxbin through the wind, promting the Archangel to drop out of flight and unto the land. As some feathers from his wings gently dropped around him, the Archangel turned his gaze towards the direction of the call, replying to himself "You were always one of my favourites, Duhyxbin." denoting the respect for his brother's attempt at maintaining order and balance throughout the family of deities. With a swift raise, the wings took off and Alcadeas flew through the clouds, towards Edenia.

Hum

Whilst the orbs materialized in his very hands within the void, Hum could not help but hear the call of his brother Duhyxbin. The call brought yet another grin to his face, "Well, well. This can be nothing but entertaining." In a flash, the shadowy God seemed to swirl into a central point and then reappear moments later in Edenia, shadows swirling outwards from a single point hovering in the air.

As the orbs continued to solidify, Hum chuckled and greeted his siblings, "Good morning to all of you."

Amelia Returns to the First Plane of Existence



There was a light in the sky. A beautiful streak of light across the horizon. And minutes later this light seemed like a huge ball of fire streaking back into earth. It smashes into the ocean near Edenia that the wave rose high and smashes across the mountain walls of the island nation. When everything was calm again there was a little girl floating in the ocean. Amelia thought to her self while smiling, "I really hope dad gives me my second plane. Now it is time for business." She starts swimming for miles at an extraordinary speed until she reaches Edenia. "Those are high mountain tops. Illias really out did herself," she thought. She then proceed to climb the mountain ranges to get to the other side.

"Well it's better have this meeting arranged by eager beaver Duhyxbin. Rather than have to beat them up again." She thought mischievously. Then when she finally, sees her siblings she screams out at the top of her lungs, "Guess Who's Back From The Nether After Seeing Daddy!" Then she whispers, "and who among you is trying to take my dominion away from me?"

Antay answers the call

Antay felt the call from one of his fellow beings. He once again wondered if he should attend such a meeting between Gods, however, unlike previous times it didn't take him long to realize, that it was needed to talk with the others. Otherwise, how would he learn more about the creation of his father?

Thus his consciousness traveled to the meeting point, he was but a ball of fire. He stayed in silence awaiting for the rest to arrive.

First Meeting

As everyone gathered, soon enough the hostess of the island soon enough awoke from her fine slumber and immediately, many would hear the rather prideful and angry voice of Illias. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY ISLAND!?" she yelled, loudly enough to shake the entire place and make the sky above arc with lightning.

A good thing, that she had spent most of her current energy in shaping the lands or else their meeting would have turned out as usual among them - with someone getting beaten up and a whole row of arguments happening.

As she soon enough went over to Duhyxbin and began shaking him at that. "WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO ENTER MY ISLAND YOU FACELESS WISDOM-WORM!" she screeched, before replying to his call of gathering them all here without her permission and planted him right into the very ground at that - upside down in fact. "Next time you arrive uninvited I will zap your ass until you can feel pain..."

"But since all of you are coming here already. I will permit this once. Try that again, and I WILL be throwing lightning at you..." she spoke - likely the only one with any eagerness to create anything and also with the biggest ego and pride among them.

An old man sat serenely against a rock, paging through a picture book. He was neither old nor a man. He was a god, perhaps the youngest of the lot. Yllwythyr was the name yet he might be most recognizable for his blackened walking cane. A man of few phrases, the audaciousness of the island host merely made him cloud his face. He then continued to browse the pages. It was a very interesting picture book.