Oops. ...dammit. Do I have to go *find* the soul fungus and steal some or something? <.< If so, well. That's a job for a hero or an avatar, perhaps. In the meantime, I'll do my map claim after ochem.
Her head spun as she looked up from the sand and suddenly there were.... two of them? Two? Both speaking in the same voice. It immediately disoriented her.
The first of her Nerai tugged away from her hold, and the creature splashed off into the shallows after the others, diving into the water and sending arcs of droplets flying everywhere, its chittering carrying to the others splashing around in the warm waters.
She glanced back up at the god and his... avatar, and breathed a small sigh of relief as Orfai himself took a different form. Now she could give her full attention to what he was saying, and she listened mostly impassively as he explained his situation.
A dismissive wave of her hand soon followed, her mind made up as soon as he mentioned the corrupt god and his "predators". She had felt it, a wave of corruption in the gods' birthing place, and that was part of what had made her want to leave and strike off to her own land so soon. She wanted nothing that had been touched by it here, and would shelter those that also wanted nothing to do with that discordance.
"I would be glad to shelter your people, so long as there is no secret agenda for mine to wind up on the dinner menu...? - and that, if troublesome beings should come knocking, I shall have your word that you will help me defend and rebuild this place if need be. I am still.... newly acquainted to my powers and I fear I lack the martial skill and expertise to put another into their place.
But these are negotiations for later. Come with me, and we'll sort out their habitations. I anticipate my own people will thrive on the land, so do not worry about there being too much of an overlap in their spaces. Though it seems mine will have acquired a taste for fish, and for those pretty fruits you've made... I hope that won't cause problems."
With that being said, she spiraled up into the air, soaring to the edge of her spiral islands and diving down into the water, a hum bubbling in her throat as she stretched cracks in the stone islands into caverns, creating many large tunnels through the newly raised bedrock as well as through the bases of her own islands (though she was careful to not interfere with the resonance of them too much, keeping their living tunnels well away from the ones which produced the low flute-y sounds abovewater.) She was unsure how large of a tunnel system to carve out but it extended under the coral beds and to the very edges of the islands themselves- leaving plenty of room to grow, should the Faliargun need it later. She could always add more tunnels as time went on as well.
As she worked, she periodically glanced over her shoulder to Orfai, checking to make sure he was okay with the progress she was making.
Helping Orfai out with a thing. @darkwolf687 1 might remaining. 0.25 might used to make tunnels. 1/4 acts of creation for LVL II -> LVL III
Rytia had been busily rearranging the tunnels of this first island, continuing to sharpen the tone that rang through it, and at first did not notice the creations behind her. Not until she turned and saw the already-rather-great trees sprouting in the soft soil above the cliffs. Her mouth fell open slightly, gaping at the structures, but she was thankful that she did not have to do the work all herself. And that this other God - she still did not know his name - did have a sense of aesthetic. She hummed a low verse and a few plumes danced from her fingertips, being shaped in the breeze with ease now that she had made them once before, and arced off over their heads to nestle in the branches of one of the larger trees.
The lord of secrets and even knowledge itself, eh? He seemed to have some plan, despite having spoken to the contrary a few moments before. He'd asked what her people were going to be, and mentioned that he had a request. She took an opportunity to think as she hummed a plant into existence, a vine that crawled along where the topsoil hung over the edges of the low cliffs, anchoring the soil into place and touching the dark gray cliffs with color, curling deep green stems and white-streaked fuchsia blossoms several inches across starting to cascade down the cliff faces and perfuming the air with a light scent.
At length, after several moments of admiring her work, she spoke softly. "I would be honored to fulfill your request- depending, of course, on what it is. In regard to my people, well.... you will see shortly." She knelt in the sand then, singing soft words in an ancient language that she could not remember how she knew, air and water and the earth she'd just raised swirling about, forming into a humanoid shape that stood just shy of five feet tall. A shimmering skin formed over it, features seemingly chiseled in as she sang.
What she was left with, as her song tapered off, was a curious being. At just shy of five feet tall, it had a very spindly frame, very long fingers and toes that were slightly webbed, and pale skin that shimmered softly, with delicately pointed ears and a row of gills barely visible along one side of its neck. It had large - mesmerizing - eyes, molten gold in color, thin lips a hue of faded raspberry red, and long locks of satiny hair that seemed to shift in color through every hue of red and orange and yellow. It was female in form, all soft curves and gentle movements, though for the moment it stood still as the music goddess circled about it, and sang every bit of her own curiosity and creativity into it, her desire to create music and words and art and put into melody everything she saw.
Rytia turned for a moment, facing Orfai once more, her hand going to gently rest on the shoulder of her creation, gently holding it in place for the other god's inspection. "If you are in fact the... lord of secrets, perhaps my vision is not the one you share. Brilliant beings, the sort one never forgets, the sort remembered in myth and legend as having led even the most noble astray with tantalizing song and word.... Curious and impulsive, eternally seeking more stories to tell, more songs to write."
As she spoke, seven more of the beings rose from the sand around her. Ranging in size from four feet to five and a half feet tall, features ranging across all colors of the spectrum. Curiously, there seemed to be only one male in the bunch, and his form was distinguished only in his reproductive anatomy - his frame and stature and overall vibrancy of appearance comparable to the females.
Though the one she currently held stood still under her grasp, the others were bound by no such thing, and so promptly ran off across the beach all in a pack, kicking up water and sand in their webbed feet and laughing in melodic bell tones. Though she could not grace them with language yet - her mind had faltered as she struggled to think of how it could be done, the enormity of the task stumping even her- there was almost no need for it, every movement of their bodies and peal of laughter, every hum and murmur and sound expressing a range of nuanced emotion and idea.
Rytia shows off a bit, is a bit dumbstruck that Orfai would help her populate her lands but is grateful for it. She creates .... things. Might summary to follow. @darkwolf687 Might remaining: 1.25 (out of 4) Previously: 1.5 used (plumes, name-pending archipelago, corals) This turn: 1.25 used. 0.25 might used - creating flowering vines (name pending there too) 1 might used - creating the Nerai. Intending for them to be ... spritey nymphy things with just a bit of siren thrown in. LVL I -> LVL II : 2/2 acts of creation. LEVEL UP!! LVL II -> LVL III : 0.75 / 4(??) acts of creation
She felt the other presence and stirred, lightly boosting herself upright and landing on her toes as a shadow swirled about her, eventually coalescing into another being. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, saying nothing as he observed her creation, her own gaze following the curl of the islands and the hypnotic undulating glimmer of the water spreading before them.
"What is it?" The being asked her. She could scarcely help but look at him in some measure of incredulity. "Why... it is whatever it will someday become." She ran her fingers over the smooth dark stone face beside her, causing a slight discordance in the sound resonating through it as the structures shifted slightly to her touch, the sound soon becoming pure and focused- still soft but now definitely recognizable as a note, even if it fluctuated slightly as the breeze's buffeting varied. "Someday people will flock here to learn its secrets, to learn them and exploit them and perfect them. Perhaps I should even create my own people to begin that process." Her gaze never travelled to the other being's face, always observing him from the corner of her gaze as she seemed focused on her creation. "They will be the ones to spread the joy of music across the world, to share its secrets with all."
She turned at last to face the other presence directly, a thought crossing her mind. "...was it your creation that I disturbed? I felt ...life, brush my mind, though it was perhaps not yet the sort of life that would benefit from my work. I have not interfered in a plan of yours, have I?"
Interacting with Orfai, and fine-tuning her musical island creations. @darkwolf687
Her words and even her arrival were being all but ignored, the other divines seemingly having more important things to discuss, and she could hardly blame them- she would not, really, have a use to their people until they had far progressed beyond the level they were at now.
One, at least, noticed her, and she smiled up at the automaton, offering him a soft curtsy. With his words she was inflamed with a desperate need to create, and she quickly spiraled up and up, out of the fortress, her form morphing into a vortex of colors as she shot out across the ocean until the mainland was an indistinct dark mass nearing the horizon. Skimming herself low over the water, she called down to the bottom leagues below, humming a low, simple tune that grew in volume and intricacy as she gently tugged the land upwards, doing her best to work slowly and methodically so that there might not be so much of a shock wave – though she was not consciously aware of how she knew it, as she created her mind bid her use caution that the deep rumblings of the earth might not disturb the work of others.
The bottom of the ocean rumbled slowly upwards, touches of life brushing past her consciousness as she worked, fish and plants. She prayed she was not disturbing them overly much, but they seemed more curious than anything as she flung herself about in a whirlwind of inspiration. After some time of slowly raising the bottom, she checked the depth, and called smaller parts of the land upwards, moving a little faster now that she was creating smaller pieces, carefully sculpting them.
She was left with a spiraling series of islands rising gently out of warm shallows, thirteen of them curled vaguely around themselves, ascending in overall height as they curled tighter and shaped so that the crashing of waves would resonate through half-submerged tunnels and off of sharp faces as though the beating of drums, the breezes whistling about them producing long, soft tones.
Her isles were beautiful, if still barren – in time they would foster life- but the waters themselves needed something…more. In the center of the spiral, sheltered from the beating waves of the open ocean, the shallow warm waters needed something colorful, to inspire the someday future inhabitants of her land. She dove to the bottom then, casting intricate, spiraling life all across it- the organisms were somewhere between plants and animals, not motile but more resembling the needs of animals- but filter-feeding would provide them sustenance. They came in many different hues, scattering around about her as she at last spiraled up into the air once more…
…and the world spun about her. She was unused to such expenditure of energy, and felt herself a bit drained and… light. Melting into her more human form she sank onto the white sand beach she had just raised, curling about herself and settling, the waves lapping at her skirt and legs. She would rest her eyes…only for a moment.
Only for layout, ignore the life for the moment. That will come in due time.
Rytia strikes off on her own to make her singing isles. She brushes up against some of Orfai’s ocean creatures as she does and hopes whichever being created them isn’t mad at her for invading his space. *ping @darkwolf687 just in case* Initial Might remaining: 2.5/4 (1.5 used) 0.25 used previously (creating ‘plumes’) 1 used to create spiral archipelago 0.25 used to create coral LVL I -> LVL II : 1.5 / 2 acts of creation.
I AM NOT NEGLECTING MY EXAMS. seriously. If I don't write I'll wither and die I have been staring at one PowerPoint for approximately eighteen hours over the last three days I need a creative outlet
Good morning. Between essays and exams I have exactly 0.05% chill but I will attempt to write after lecture - are we free to float around and go do island and/or continent raising shenanigans now? *evil giggles*
hi I'm pretty sure I did like e v e r y t h i n g wrong but it's fine, hopefully. Also you all talk reaaaaally fast over here. Maybe a discord would be better for OOC bantering...?
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