Location: Forest North of Salarn. Interacting with: Satilla, Skittles, Keystone
Well that was on apology done, and now the rowdy ruffian has returned, Thomas had one more to apologize formally to. With a nod to Satilla and Skittles, Thomas bade them to their rest. He had leaves to continue chewing on, although come morning the Fever should be gone. Just a temperature, he can deal with, no actual malady save for the feeling of heat. Meditation helped to cool the rampart magic in his blood, but only the cosmic turns would see him for the better. Also with the number of spells cast and experimented with, he had grown accustom to it frankly, and pushed through the burning.
"Keystone, I'd like to apologize for earlier. I hope the tea was still hot and to your liking." In some cultures, they say there is no problem between people that cannot be solved with a cup of tea. As such perhaps in the cup was hope for their relationship after all, and may the tea wash away the bitterness with its bittersweetness. "I can take a shift too, just wake me from Meditation, um, not as vigorously though." The slightest hint of respecting the man's power came at the end as an afterthought perhaps.
And with that, Thomas drifted back to his seat beside Satilla and folded his legs into a half-lotus before resuming his meditations. A sleeping trance state, where the mind could go through all the stages of sleep without being too unaware. The masters could still keep their connection to the world, and awaken at the slightest disturbance. But the True Masters need not feel a disturbance at all, for it is said that they became part of the universe itself when they meditated. But then again, Thomas is part of the universe already. And so is everyone else too. Strange, isn't it?
Well the issue isn't as much as creating background, the background is there on the Prime Material Plane. Don't worry about it so much it's nothing major, just a breakdown of conceptualization and understanding which was probably not defined too well by the GM.
The way I see things this world follows DND 3.5 cosmology. Where there is a definitely PMP and each god can tear aside part of the fabric of existence for their own plane. And if you prefer visuals, the cosmology is something like these:
I'm stated the above since the next cycle is Tomorrow (Friday Nov 4th 2016) at 12:00 EST. It was essentially a reminder to Post your actions since action points are capped at 16. Therein if you did not use at least 4 points to begin with as of the first round, anything over 16 would have been lost to the void.
There is no need to change anything although I would high suggest that the Solar system, isn't a plane if it is part of the prime material plane. You cannot claim the prime material plane I believe as it is the basic fundamental plane which we all exist in per norma. Therein you cannot use a "Weave plane" action and create a solar system on the prime material plane and consider it your plane. The solar system would have to be something of an outer plane which touches the Prime material plane, but does not actually transect it. Else, consider Shape Plane to create additional planets around the Sun.
2 AP - Create Land: Create Land allows gods to form new lands where none existed before. You could create floating islands, raise continents up from beneath the sea, carve out massive cave systems below the surface of the earth, or create a chain of asteroids in the space above a planet. When creating land, you can decide its terrain, climate, and ecosystem. Created Land has a basic geography that is decided when it is created, and is generally the size of a continent ranging from Australia to Asia. This action can also create physical worlds that exist as a part of the Material Plane, such as moons, other planets, or stars. However, if the Land being created is supposed to serve as its own world rather than as a feature of the existing world, then Weave Plane is the appropriate action.
Learn from me traveler, I am tranquil and quiet, But speak in heavy volumes. Roam within my halls free, And take what you can use, Return to me that is my due. You may enter if you pass.
what I am?
Sand. Sand as far as the eye could see. Each grain offering insight into the very fabric of existence. Yet there was still limited understanding. Though great their powers are, his children could not grasp the concepts they wrote out. Instead like a machine, copying forth the symbols from one text and engraving them into the surface of a stone block. And the work was never done, for the Tome of Apotheosis held an infinite number of pages within its finite volume. A true work of the gods as X left his artifact to their care. For the bold shall be rewarded most appropriately. With either the clarity of madness, or insanity of truth. With one hand X shall lift you from your feeble mind into enlighten, and with the other, crush your psyche until the shattered dust mixes into the desert sand. And there the god floated above his sacred text, his hands clasped together with his forefingers to lips. He saw that it was good, the others have created their world, their pieces of the realms. But none so far have undone his actions to weave the other side away. There shall be no interference from the other side, the world beyond the forbidden well.
What a curiosity the other gods have made. The first which X shall call the Architect, for it has crafted words and forces without life itself, has set into motion the spheres. Spheres which revolve and turn, placed around another as they were set upon the invisible lines. Lines which could be felt like strings of automatic, and yet there more forces which the Architect had made. Perhaps a worthy ally, perhaps a worthy adversary. Time shall tell, as X watched the movements of the celestial spheres. How they moved in their orderly ways around the eye of the Forger. Yes, the entity which has created the brilliantly warm sun was called the Forger by X, for she had created life just as he did, an artifact as he did, and wove herself a plane as he did. The actions she took, mimicking his own, as to be expected, for X was thought in itself. Not to renege the cart before the horse, however, it was never because you think therefore you are in the case of the mystical god X. For X, it was rather: because I am, therefore you Think.
And there were still more. The Shepard, who bore a flame to guide her creations to her plane. These souls, things which she had tied to the rest of creation from this point forth, for his children were far older than the creation of souls. They would not be reaped in to be burned by the flames which she lured them with. The Sphinx Freedom has already escaped the realm of X in favour to pursue the eye of the Forger, and yet, in the creature's death, his essence shall return to his god. No such rest will they find expect in joining their creator. For with each passing Sphinx, X will regain more and more of himself, empowered by his original investment. Then there was the Wanderer, for he wove no such plane and made no such home for himself. But rather a vessel to which to the other planes he may roam. What more shall the gods make of their own design? Most curiously the Wanderer has made revelry with his creation the Humans. A living thing of soft flesh and mortal coil, weak but potent in the mind, and potency was power for X could sense their curiosity. Perhaps just like their creator, these Humans too would let their minds wander far and wide, some may even one day read from the book open beneath him. What fine creations the others have made.
Slowly he spread his hands apart, his gifts materializing between them, like shimmering moths they fluttered in the space created. One flew up, spiraling higher and higher as X turned his palms, one face up and the other face down over the Tome of Apotheosis. The other spark of thought floated down into the open pages, the will of X becoming known to the artifact. There was another task his Children shall complete, for a realm of sand was merely a realm of sand. His artifact needed to be housed, protected, restricted from use such that no mortal would know the secrets of the other universe. And for this necessity X granted his Sphinges, and by the powers of the all-text: all other creations that sought to pursue it, the concepts of Masonry. To turn stone into walls, and walls into buildings, and buildings into sanctums, the knowledge of Masonry bestowed with the new task set for this children to create him an acropolis of knowledge, and lay the foundations of his temple. And may the same blocks which would have been carved into the sands, now become brick and stone to build such an order.
And of the second thought which was bestowed, upon them, and only them, his faithful, they were given insight into Architectural Engineering. For the build a wall was simple, as to make brick and lay them upon each other was unquestionably easy, but to make something that would stand above the rest of the world? A tower to reach the heavens? A pillar to scrape the sky? That would require more thought to which X whispered the secrets of Architecture to the ears of his children, teaching them and instructing them in the ways to build something worthy of the gods. Now arose from the desert sands, within a turn of the hourglass, his Children the Sphinges completed their task. To create the that which would house the forbidden Artifacts, all knowledge and serve as a home for them and their Father for all eternity. There block by block, a widen based and pointed cap, they erected the Pyramid Primus, shaping the plane once more as the mega-structure dominated the sands. And with it, they had created the first building in all creation. To which X was indefinitely pleased that it was his children that had done so. And now as he floated above the golden polished capstone which reflected the sunlight from the Forger's Eye, X outstretched his hands to beckon the gods welcome.
Come. Those who can hear my whispers, Come. Those who can speak their minds, Come. And Those who can see the benefits of unity, Come. Fellow gods and immortals, shapers of the world, let us know each other better, such that we may work in harmony to create our visions of perfection. Come, to this assembly such that we may write this anthology.
So the God of Secrets had revealed himself, and the message X whispered was sent across existence. There he awaits their response to his invitation meditating above his Pyramid Primus.
It is a library.
The Action-Cost-Name of Action: Description
Creation of mundane concept: 0 AP - Free Masonry: Unlocking the secrets to brick and mortar, allowing his Sphinges to understand and utilize the art of Masonry. Other created beings from this point forward can also develop Masonry as a free action. This is also a poorly veiled reference.
Creation of advanced concept: 2 AP - Knowledge of Architectural Engineering: Unlocking the secrets to creating structures, larger structures in size and scale than simple walls and housing, allowing his Sphinges to understand and utilize the knowledge of Architectural Engineering. Other created beings from this point forward can Architectural Engineering by learning it from the Sphinges, or by having their Gods bless them with the knowledge of its techniques as a free action.
Alter Land: 0AP - Creation of Pyramid Primus: Sphinges have used Masonry and Architectural Engineering to turn X's realm from an empty desert to a desert containing a mega-structure. Designed to house all future books, artifacts, and serve as a temple for X as well as a place for his Sphinges to reside in, the Pyramid Primus can be seen from edge of X's realm as it juts out from surrounding sands.