Lords of Creation

Game Master stringburka

Deities creating a new world where the old was destroyed.


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Fledgling Deity

The End of Everything

The few mortals still alive saw in horror as the existence collapsed around them. As the Sun Queen and He Who Is Sea fell in the third great battle, the world went dark and dry. When the stars fell upon the earth and dissolved the Chained God the last of the mortals perished.

Of the thousands of deities only two existed, and yet the fighting continued. Good and Law was gone and so was Evil. Only Chaos remained, and stood strong. But as Old Lady Darkness and Chaos fought, they slew each other; Chaos consumed by Old Lady Darkness as she was cut to pieces by the innumerable and inconceivable weapons of Chaos.

Then there was nothing.


Lesser God of Death, Evil, and Shadow

In the darkness of the Void:

In the beginning, there was Nothing. A formless shape of dust and darkness stretched across the vast void. The Nothing saw the dust and observed that the dust was contained within the void. It was the act of seeing the dust that created the First Light. The First Light cast the First Shadow, and thus there was light and dark in the shapeless void.
Seeing the dust, the Nothing observed a Beginning and an End. It noticed its own eternity and saw all: dust and space, light and dark, day and night.

The dust felt the eyes of the Nothing and understood the Nothing watched, and Dust was born. The Nothing therefore observed life and death. The Dust wondered what the Nothing saw, but the Nothing never answered, for Nothing can do nothing but observe. Dust began to form shape, twisting and reforming under the watch of Nothing, and Creation was born.

Creation warped and buckled and took shapes before Nothing's gaze, but Nothing said nothing, and Creation remained without form, and returned to Dust.

It was from dust that all came, and therefore to dust all things must return.


It was a place that both was and wasn't - unreachable, unknowable, and ultimately incomprehensible. Yet the echoes of universes could still be heard within the madness, and an insignificant part of it resonated just a little bit more strongly than the rest.

In the madness where all things were possible, the echoes of the universe continued to sound, disturbing it more and more. With its very existence came the collective realities of nigh-uncountable living things, and the madness slowly began to take a shape. Endless echoes later, madness became aware of itself, and it suddenly existed.

The first thing the madness did was consider itself - and it found that it could not understand what it was. Searching within the residual knowledge and information of a universe, the madness considered until it finally came across a word that described it.

Divine.

In that moment, the madness truly identified itself as separate from all other things. The rest of its endless realm pulled away, leaving a mass of chaotic substance that slowly twisted and changed until it had a specific form. However, this took more than a little bit of energy that the entity had gathered over its eons-long awakening. It took true effort to identify itself; enough energy to change all of the cosmos, but even that was only a portion of the being's power.

Gain Ability: Inconceivable (5 points; 10 Remaining)

The newborn deity vanished from the madness, no longer content to stay within its embrace. A moment later, it simply existed within the Nothing, where it gazed around. It was foreign, alien, other... but in its own act of self-recognition, there were none who could deny that it was, even though they could not understand it... and it still did not understand itself.

Time was meaningless. Instead, the deity simply settled down to wait, prepared to be there for as long as it took to witness things happen.


Fledgling Deity

"Falling... falling... I... falling"

As Oenars eyes opened she vaguely registered that her crystal shell had shattered. She was falling through the nothingness.

"Nothing... nothing left... I'm falling and there is nothing left"

The stars where gone, her precious sister dead. And the lack of light was... different than what she remembered. If even Old Lady Darkness was gone, was there anything left?

"I... can't keep... falling. I must... solid"

With all her will she formed a small slab of ice, her four-armed body crashing into it with a heavy thump.

She was tired, confused and scared. And she was more alone than she had ever been in her eons of existence. Oenar felt her mind slipping off into a dream. She dreamt of her friends, of her siblings, and her domain. As she dreamt about her vast domain of tundras and glaciers, the slab of ice began to grow.

The slab stretched far in all directions, her dreams of the wild unkempt glacier becoming ground around her. A lake of ice, surrounded by by a snowy tundra stretched as far as a hawk's eye could see. As she dreamt of her subjects, tiny creatures emerged from their holes in the snow, but seeing the strangeness of nothing panicked and crawled back into their dens to hide.

The snow started falling, covering her body in it's soft embrace. She knew she had to awake some time, but felt much safer in her dreams.

Actions:

Create land, a frozen lake surrounded by snow-covered tundra and glaciers. The whole continent is about 800 miles across and shaped like a snowflake. Mundane monstrous life (free with create land), various small arctic animals like foxes, hares and lemmings. Current AP: 13


Aeon stood in the white light, his time of mourning was done. Looking around he reflected upon who he was, the heavenly light, friend to all that is good, a beacon of life and hope for all men to follow and emulate.

Aeon spread his wings and then his arms, a vast continent sped away from him at terrible speed thousands of miles wide and long, and with it came all life. All the animals he remembered populated this new land. Wolves, deer, dinosaurs, great worms, dire bears, all manner of birds, fish, beasts of the field. A bountiful cornucopia of life, flourishing and free.

Aeon walked his new land for a time, accompanied by his animal friends, the birds singing lifted his spirits. Stopping in a nice place, a lush valley on the banks of a clear flowing river ripe with fish, he created man he made them strong and willful and good. Aeon spoke to the first men and said.

”You are my people and I am Aeon, the shepherd, The Heavenly Light, go forth into this earth and prosper.” and with a word in the tongue of the ancients, Aeon blessed his people, causing them to bear strong and multiple children, for their crops to be bountiful and to succeed at all they placed their hands to.

Watching in pleasure, Aeon basked in the peace of his new creations.

Actions:

Gain ability Herald of Life 5AP
Forge land 3AP
Create monstrous/mundane life 0AP
Create sentient life Man 1 AP
Form society The People 1 AP
Bless The People 1AP
4 AP remaining


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Erande watched as the wolf "fell" past him, unsure of what was going on, but willing to follow her, as he had yet to see anything else since the explosion of the portal. Watching as she created land for herself to fall on, Erande instinctively knew that he would need followers to sustain his power.

Tentatively, he thought about those who would be interested in epics. He wasn't quite sure why that was important to him, but he knew that it was. Then it came to him suddenly: Barbarians! They loved stories of epic battles.

Before he realized what he was doing, he watched as the barbarians appeared fully formed on the ice shelf that Oenar had made. Now they just need somewhere to sail to. with stuff to battle there! and like that, an ocean with a southern continent was formed, then connected to Oenar's winter area.

The southern continent was lush, and covered with primeval forests. Because his barbarians would need incentive to be heroes, he placed a sword in a cave atop a high mountain. This sword he would call Heroe's Song, after the blade that his friend Koltos carried.

Actions:

Create Sentient Life (Human barbarians; let's call them Indars. -2 AP
Forge Land (massive southern continent plus oceans to connect to Oenar's land) -3 AP
Create Artifact (Heroe's Song; sword that inspires wielder to great heroics) -3 AP
7 AP left


Melehan stirred as the blackness and light came and mingled and separated in his mind. Was it over? It had to be. As the fog lifted from his mind, he reached out for his master, and found nothing. Death had died, and taken the souls of all with him. As if a chorus of millions of voices had been silenced in an instant.

But something else had happened. He looked down and saw that even as the end had come, a new beginning had emerged. This world, these people, they'd need him. How could Death die while he was still living? He knew what he must do.

He reached out to the universe and breathed a familiar force into the newly created beings, the People of Aeon and Erande's barbarians. Almost immediately all felt something in their chests, something they hadn't realized was missing until now. The soul.

Melehan smiled as he tumbled through the nothingness. The first steps had been taken. But his task was not yet over. For life would not be forever. That much was still true, he hoped. These newly made souls would need some place to go. He concentrated and his feet touched ground, a vast expanse that, for the moment, seemed to merely stretch as far as the eye could see. A flat, featureless land of glittering sky and purple stone.

Standing here, in the heart of this new realm, he smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

Actions:
Create Legendary Concept (Souls) -5 AP
Create Legendary Concept (Afterlife) -5 AP
Weave Plane (The Amaranthine, the land of the dead) -5 AP

Current AP Total: 0

Man, makin' an afterlife is hard work! Death hasn't even really entered the picture yet!


The madness shaped like a human looked over with interest as other entities slowly began to populate the void. Things it had no knowledge of how to describe began to occur... and the words of other gods slowly made their way into the madness' mind. It could hear... and understand. The madness opened its mouth, and an unfathomable sound came out. It was the song of creation, the wail of destruction, the memories of countless trillions of living things.

The madness opened its mouth again. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" it asked in a perfectly normal tone. If anyone tried to place it, the madness would sound like a young female... though both of those descriptions weren't exactly accurate, considering what it was.

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All was formless at first. He waited in the void, uncertain of the moment He was waiting for. Something had changed, He knew, and something was coming. But despite the growing feeling of certainty, despite the knowledge that the void would release him to task when it was time, he could not describe Himself or His purpose. He was as formless as the void itself.

When Light came to separate the Darkness, He knew He was standing there in the First Shadow. Nothing changed except that He knew where He was.

When the Dust of the cosmos became aware, He did not move. He watched with the Watcher's eyes, even though He knew even then that He was not the Observer.

When other beings stepped forth, weary as if from battle, or groggy as if from sleep, He did not consider them friends or acquaintances. He did not know them, but He felt that same tug of destiny.

Ice was formed, and stretched onto cold land. He did not move. Rock and water and land filled the globe that spun through space, created out of the Dust, and the will of the others. He did not join them.

When the first men were born into the world, crawling from their lush virgin gardens or rising from fresh-formed sand, He did not move from the First Shadow, but instead watched with great interest. It was something about them, something He knew would be revealed soon.

The it happened. The one called Melehan spoke words, and the struggle for survival that plagued the early men became something more. They looked at one another with minds full of feeling and thought. They acted with Will.

They had souls. Eternal souls.

Even then, He had no name. No purpose other than to wait out this event, this decree of the acting god. He was watching the little creatures when Melehan spoke again.

And gave them an afterlife.

With the afterlife, the people suddenly became frail. They gave birth to new people, lived and died among themselves, and began to toil for the things the world gave them, so that they could live. The first people died when Melehan invented their afterlife, and when they died, He knew.

All things must die. It fell to Him to make sure.

The first people to die stepped into the First Shadow. They called Him by many names. Azdan. Lord at the End. Mituatl. They begged him for mercy. Azdan did not understand mercy. He took their lives and bid their souls enter the presence of Melehan on the Amaranthine.

Men on the little world looked up at the starts and charted an eternal journey through the skies. Some of them conceived of a river and claimed the water delivered them to the underworld. Elsewhere, mortals forged weapons and took up cause against one another for survival, or over their different views of the afterlife. Azdan did not intervene. He simple roamed across the planes, taxing those who lived with death. He delivered souls to the Amarinthine. The First Shadow grew.

Action:

Spoiler:

Cosmic Decree (5): All things must die.
10 points left


Fledgling Deity

Even as she slept, her noses were filled with something familiar. She could scent something that she had smelled before. It reminded her of the realm of Melehan, but was distinctly different - somehow it was new.

She awakened. Not everything was gone, there was still a purpose. She looked around at her new-formed domain. She instinctively new that death had returned, and with it, she assumed, a familiar face. She wondered what more might exist.

She ran. Ran across the tundra, past the holes of the many hiding critters, feeling their body heat through the snow. As she reached the southern glacier, she saw that it met with a mighty sea. She laid eyes upon some new creatures - humans - that she knew was not part of her domain. How would those have gotten here? They seemed fresh and primitive, but their body had a different heat than the creatures of the snow - they had souls.

She studied them, heard them talk, and learnt the language. As she approached the humans, they screamed and ran, but with her mind she calmed them.

She approached a pup, and spoke to it with all five of her voices:
"You are within my dominion. I do not know how you came here, but if you are to stay, you are to respect the lands of the snow. You, young pup, will grow to great height - you will become my champion and a protector of these people. You will live to see many of your kin's generations, and protect them against chaos and foolishness. Your wisdom will be widely known. You will be my prophet among your people.

Now go to your people, and teach them to build, to protect themselves from the coldness of my nights, and to fish and to gather."

Actions:
Form Society - Indars (1pt). Raise Hero (2pt). Praise (live many generations, 1 pt).


Lesser God of Death, Evil, and Shadow

As the Shi Fueng monks tell it, Death was once a friend of the gods who later shunned him. One of their parables follows:

One day, Death traveled to the domain where all souls go to be judged. All ancestors, all reincarnations, all eternal souls filled the underworld. For every soul lasted forever, and after many moons, the Seat of Judgment presided of all creatures great and small.

Death smiled at those he walked by. Some met him with understanding, some with courage, but most with fear.

(1) Create Mundane Concept: Death is cold and mysterious, and should be feared. 9 points left.

Death approached Melehan, God of the Underworld, and said "You seem very busy. All of these souls keep returning to the world, men and animals and trees. You can do nothing but fall farther behind."

Death smiled, for even Death smiles from time to time.

"I have a proposition for you."


In the Nothing, another Nothing existed. This Nothing was silent.

The Silent had watched the collapse of existence. While the gods battled and all creation destroyed itself, it watched and did nothing. When nothing was all that existed, it watched.

And in the nothing that was everything, The Silent could see everything in the nothing. And it saw the others create themselves anew.

Action:
Gain Ability (5): Crystal Seer.
Remaining AP: 10

The Silent was unseen. It flowed and was fluid in the nothing that it was, unable to be captured. This Nothing was the undercurrent, the Source. It was Nothing itself, existing within itself.

The Silent looked about the entirety of nothingness and wholeness. It waited. It watched.


Female Greater Deity Domains: Chaos (Love, Hate), Charm (Beauty), Art (Wonders), Sin (Lust, Pride), Dreams (Dreamland), Magic (rituals), Civilization (culture), Murder (ritual sacrifice)

Jezebelle looked upon the people of the world.
they were prosperous and lived long and peaceful lives, but they didn't had anything worth living for.
She took pity on them.
So she walked the earth and she was a vision of impossible beauty to the eyes of the humanity.
She gathered a small flock who dared to follow her and she blessed them with great beauty among their peers.
She taught them how to sculpt the stone into magnificent forms, how to use plants and rocks to paint the world and make it beautiful. how to produce sounds that could enrapture the heart. How to trap ideas into symbols and make them pleasing to read.
And the flock of Jezebelle wandered the earth filling it with wonders.
And the world knew beauty and happiness, but also greed and jealousy.
The mortals started to fight among themselves for the things they desired.
Jezebelle looked upon the creation once again.
They were now less peaceful, but they also had dreams and hopes of a better life, filled with beauty and riches.

Actions:

Gain Ability: Divine Beauty (5 pt.)
Form society: Jezites (1 pt.)
Bless: Jezites (1 pt.)
Create Mundane Concept: Sculpture (1 pt.)
Create Mundane Concept: Painting (1 pt.)
Create Mundane Concept: Music (1 pt.)
Create Mundane Concept: Scripture (1 pt.)
Create Mundane Concept: Poetry (1 pt.)
Points remaining: 3


Aeon watched his people with a happy heart, nodded in approval as the gained souls and a place for them when they perished. He would have preferred if they had all lived in peace without lust and hate but these things brought dreams and his people were happy with them. So he allowed it to continue. He would have to keep an eye out though, too much of anything was bad but especially greed.

Traveling through the Void, Aeon arrived on the new plain called The Amaranthine. He walked this land of the dead greeted by the souls of those he had created, those who had worshiped him in life, he smiled and embraced them like the old friends they were. They did not fear him, no man feared to kneel before a God they trusted.

Reaching the seat at the end, Aeon greeted the master and creator of this realm, ”Hail, Lord of Death and guardian of souls, I am Aeon, light of the world, and protector of creation. I wish to thank you for this place, for looking after the people in their eternal forms. It works very well with the people. Is this place comfortable? Is it relaxing and kind? I must be sure my people are well cared for after death.” Aeon nodded as he finished speaking.

Where Aeon walked, grass and life followed, he glowed with the light of creation, his wings spread behind him a bright gold halo encircling his head. ”This should be the natural order I think birth life death, so it is good. And we can have an accord between us if you Argent Sovereign agree to work as guides to the souls of the universe.”

Gather Pantheon -2AP 2 remaining.


Azdan, the Lord at the End wrote:

As the Shi Fueng monks tell it, Death was once a friend of the gods who later shunned him. One of their parables follows:

One day, Death traveled to the domain where all souls go to be judged. All ancestors, all reincarnations, all eternal souls filled the underworld. For every soul lasted forever, and after many moons, the Seat of Judgment presided of all creatures great and small.

Death smiled at those he walked by. Some met him with understanding, some with courage, but most with fear.

(1) Create Mundane Concept: Death is cold and mysterious, and should be feared. 9 points left.

Death approached Melehan, God of the Underworld, and said "You seem very busy. All of these souls keep returning to the world, men and animals and trees. You can do nothing but fall farther behind."

Death smiled, for even Death smiles from time to time.

"I have a proposition for you."

Melehan is surprised when Azdan appears before him, remembering him from the Time Before as part of the court of the Old Death, the one with knowledge of what was coming, that an end would come. And it had. But Melehan knew as well that all things end. Melehan opened his arms and suprised Azdan with an embrace. Even he shuddered in the presence of death, but he was overjoyed to learn he was not alone.

"It is good that you survived, brother. I was beginning to think nothing was left of the Old." He parts from the new Death, and nods at his comment.

"What do you propose, brother?"

Aeon, The Heavenly Light wrote:

Aeon watched his people with a happy heart, nodded in approval as the gained souls and a place for them when they perished. He would have preferred if they had all lived in peace without lust and hate but these things brought dreams and his people were happy with them. So he allowed it to continue. He would have to keep an eye out though, too much of anything was bad but especially greed.

Traveling through the Void, Aeon arrived on the new plain called The Amaranthine. He walked this land of the dead greeted by the souls of those he had created, those who had worshiped him in life, he smiled and embraced them like the old friends they were. They did not fear him, no man feared to kneel before a God they trusted.

Reaching the seat at the end, Aeon greeted the master and creator of this realm, ”Hail, Lord of Death and guardian of souls, I am Aeon, light of the world, and protector of creation. I wish to thank you for this place, for looking after the people in their eternal forms. It works very well with the people. Is this place comfortable? Is it relaxing and kind? I must be sure my people are well cared for after death.” Aeon nodded as he finished speaking.

Where Aeon walked, grass and life followed, he glowed with the light of creation, his wings spread behind him a bright gold halo encircling his head. ”This should be the natural order I think birth life death, so it is good. And we can have an accord between us if you Argent Sovereign agree to work as guides to the souls of the universe.”

Gather Pantheon -2AP 2 remaining.

Melehan is surprised as Aeon approaches the pair of death gods. He had not been expecting visitors.

"The Amaranthine is not yet complete, Heavenly Light. I have spent a great deal of my strength to give these souls existence and place for them to go. At the moment, they are returning to the world to be born again as I am not yet strong enough to make my realm a place they would wish to stay...or could not escape, should I deem it so."

He looks at Aeon gravely, aware even a benevolent god such as himself had to be willing to terrible things to punish the terrible things mortals could do. In the Time Before, he had fought hard against such atrocities, and he knew that it would happen again. As Azdan had made death something to fear, there would be those who would seek to keep him at bay at any cost.


The madness watched. The madness listened. In time, she smiled widely, for she finally began to understand these beings. With that, she hopped across space, jumping off of Nothing until she could gaze down onto the land that so many other deities seemed so interested in. It was an utterly insignificant place, filled with creatures whose lives had no meaning. They were born, they lived, they died, and the cycle seemed to repeat. Especially when they sought to gain so much, only to lose it at the end of each cycle. How odd.

...

She liked odd. These... mortals... might be a lot of fun.

Though... it would be nice if they could stop screaming and dying when she tried to talk to them. That was such a strange habit they had. The madness returned to the skies, confused but intrigued by these simple creatures.


The Silent was regarded as never doing anything. This was not true, for It watched, and watching changes the watched, especially when the watcher was a god.

Those before that knew Its function left the Silent alone. Some tried to disturb It, but the Silent would not be disturbed. The Silent was Silent not because It did nothing nor because that It said nothing, but because Its action were grains of sand on an endless beach and Its voice the still wind of the void. It just Was, in the state where All and None simultaneously existed, outside of time and the boundaries of language.

This was difficult for even some of the gods to comprehend, for the Silent was less than nothing, that which was less than the absence of being, when It is, in actuality, never anything but nothing. Language was insufficient to communicate It, and so It remained Silent.

The Silent observed the other gods and their creations and knew that some would speak to It, and that It would need to speak. It did not desire to speak, for It did not have desires, It simply Was.

And so the Silent took a shard of nothing from Itself. This shard was both Itself and the Silent, everything and distinct, and It was formless and shapeless, a translucent shape both solid and hollow.

This was the Empty.


Fledgling Deity

Oenar, intrigued by the humans she'd encountered. She realized Melehan - whom she knew had survived - was not the creator of these beings, and so she searched, and in the distance she saw another.

She recognized his face - he was the Writer, the child-god who treated war and danger as an art. She did not care for that; she found it negligent, nearly immature, but he had always seemed friendly enough, and it was good to see she was not alone in her lands.

Oenar went to Erande, greeting him.
"Erande. You too have survived. Then this is not truly the end of creation, and I am glad for that. Are you the one responsible for the humans in this land?"


Erande bowed, and said "Apparently I am, Lady Winter. I thought that the northern lands should have barbarians, and thus they did. When I thought that northern lands should have southern lands, they appeared. I'm not too sure what's going on exactly, except that things that I think about seem to come to pass."

As Erande talked to Oenar, he kept noticing that there was one barbarian who stood out to him. He could see that he was smaller than the others, and they picked on him relentlessly; So much so, in fact, that at one point it nearly killed him, as they shoved him into one of the frozen lakes.

"Excuse me lady, I will return shortly."

Drawing himself into the form of one of the Indars, he approached the young Indar and hauled him from the river. "What is your name, boy?" he asked. "I am Kargoth. Thank you for saving me." "It was my pleasure. It's not every day I get to save a future king." "Ha! like any would follow me. I am too small to be a warchief." "They will if you do as I say: gather those that will follow you and create boats to sail south. After much time has passed, you will find land, much larger than the land here. make your way to the largest mountain range on that land, and inside the cave at the top of the south side of the mountain, you will find a blade. One that will give you the power to be a king among your people." Dropping his veil to show Kargoth his true glory, he then added "NOW GO!"

Returning to Oenar, Erande bowed and said "Apparently I'm a god now. How very odd."

Actions:

Gain power (Many-Faced Trickster) -5 AP
Raise hero (Kargoth, the barbarian king) -2 AP
AP left: 0


Female Greater Deity Domains: Chaos (Love, Hate), Charm (Beauty), Art (Wonders), Sin (Lust, Pride), Dreams (Dreamland), Magic (rituals), Civilization (culture), Murder (ritual sacrifice)
Erande wrote:
Returning to Oenar, Erande bowed and said "Apparently I'm a god now. How very odd."

"Of course you are, you have always been..." Said Jezebelle appearing before Erande and Oenar. "Every artist is the god of the worlds he creates... you just need to get used to work on a bigger canvas"

Jezebelle smiled at the new born god.
"I could use the company of an artist such as you... I am sure you would love the things I could make at least as much as I do love yours."
Jezebelle gaze turned upon the creation.
I have people down there, wonderful artists with no place to truly call home.
Let me lead them to your lush lands so that they can make the story of your people into songs and tales and monuments. For without them, to all the mortals your epic intent will always be lost in time.
Let the strength of your people mix with the beauty of mine and see them become paragons of humanity.

Jezebelle then turned to Oenar, as if she noticed her for the first time.

So the whole existence dissolved but the snow never melted.
Said the goddess with a smile.
"It's nice to see you still here. I trust we could both care about our business without barking at each other...


Lesser God of Death, Evil, and Shadow

Death surveyed the vast, full stores of souls waiting to enter the world again, and turned to Melehan.

"Aeon has created races, that create more creatures still. In time, the world and all the heavens will be full of souls crafted from the will of mortals and animals. But suppose we chose some creatures to have will, and some creatures to have none. And suppose souls lived once in the world, and the rest of the time in service to we, who must govern life, and death, and everything in between?"

Death Himself stretched his hands across all of the Amaranthine. His shadow touched everyone. "Let those with souls live once, and bide their eternity in the heavens. Let those without souls live once, and settle back into Dust. For a dog is not a man, and if all creatures survive all time, there will be no Dust left to make room for them."

In another tale...

"Aeon, your face is light and your will is goodness for all Creation. As such, I cannot join in your pantheon of brothers. Death is universal. All things must die, and as such all things fear Death. It cannot be that some places fear Death and others do not. It cannot be that this tribe understands what Death is, and that tribes blasphemes and plots against Death. Such conflicts would choose one tribe over another, and ultimately you and I would become enemies by their design, and not by our own."

As Azdan responds, the shadows around him darken slightly, a balance to the bright light of Aeon's countenance. "But let us have an understanding all the same. Death must be feared, as Death must not be avoided. But let us make Death a beautiful thing on occasion. When life is given or taken for the sake of justice, mortals must take somber appreciation. When life is taken by the selfish, let their death provide release for those who grieve. In this way Death is a tool for light as much as it is for darkness."


The madness tilted her head as she listened to Azdan speak. "If you can't change something, and you can't avoid it, why would you fear it?" she asked, very confused about his intentions. "Isn't it something that the funny little creatures would learn to accept and make peace with? Unless, of course, you're deliberately trying to make them suffer by forcing them to be afraid... and still be happy about it... I'm confused." she smiled widely. "But I think I like death!" Or maybe she didn't. It was kind of hard to tell, really, and that was what made it so interesting for her.


Regarding Azdan, Aeon looked upon the Lord at the End, the first shadow, and knew the truth of his words. "You speak a sad truth Azdan. For many cycles you and I have lived, fighting in some, standing back from one another in others. In the first cycle, when there was nothing, only, Nihil watching the void for time immemorial, until I appeared, something from nothing and bathed the universe in light for the first time, there were places the light would not reach, and I felt you form into being, dwelling in the shadows. Yet again we have survived the end of a cycle, yet again our power is lessened. And once more you wait for the end of the final cycle, and once more I will do whatever is in my power for the cycle to continue. Aeon's voice rang with truth in his recounting of the eons of cycles past, his voice sad at the constant struggle between the two polar opposites.

"Meaning in death brings meaning in life. Your words are sound and true. Your motives may be dark, but it has always been so. And when I meet you at the end of the final cycle, our battle will be beyond the scope of the comprehension of Gods and mortals alike, until the day when we both perish forever and even the nothingness is consumed by the void."

Turning to the God whose plain they had come to, "Melehan, your work is important and good. Would you join the Pantheon I've created as the Master of the underworld?"


"I cannot do this work alone," Melehan says, listening to both Aeon and Azdan.

"But I am uncertain of joining your pantheon at this time, Aeon. The Amaranthine must be a place for all mortal souls, not just those that venerate us. To do this, I believe I would be forced to stand apart from the other gods. Such is the way of death, which comes to all. I admire your convictions and your honor, Aeon, but my Underworld is not merely yours, but everyone's."


Female Greater Deity Domains: Chaos (Love, Hate), Charm (Beauty), Art (Wonders), Sin (Lust, Pride), Dreams (Dreamland), Magic (rituals), Civilization (culture), Murder (ritual sacrifice)

"Then I suggest a little feminine touch if you intend to invite girls in here"
A figure in the shape of Jezebelle appeared before the other gods visiting the Amaranthine. Her iconic red hair turned black, her green eyes turned blue, her perfect skin somewhat paler than usual, but there was no doubt, that was a manifestation of the feminine principle itself.
"So here we are starting from scratch again... weaving reality in a new form. I hope you do not object to the things I have bought down there Aeon. I know that your morals and mine doesn't always match. But I think is only fair to grant them the choice to follow your rules or mine... that leads us to you Melehan..."
the gaze of the eternal feminine fell on the god of the underworld.
"what plans do you have for the dead? I am usually more concerned with the living and the things they leave behind but I wouldn't mind to spoil some favorite child with eternal bliss given the chance. And by the way, considering how things ended last time between the sun and the sea, I think we should really try to communicate a little more."


Lesser God of Death, Evil, and Shadow

Azdan bows to the lady first, and then to the others. "I have spoken my will, and now I must return to duty. I will create a place for those souls that must return to Dust. I will appoint guardians to oppose those who cheat Death, so be careful. If you would have audience with me, meet me in the world, or here in the Amaranthine. By definition, Death is powerful in its home, and I would not have the limitations of mortal imposed on you all."

Azdan raises his arms again, whispering the names of mortal souls due for his attention. The light dims in his presence, and he is gone.


In the midst of chaos, the soul of Yidhra, existed ineumerable concepts, uncounted possibilities. Yet they existed in potential only, they were neither divine nor mortal nor had any substance of their own. And for each potental possibility there was its paradox. Its twin. For light there was darkness, for illumination, insanity. For each yes, its own no. And for every one its own possibilities.
Yet what was the paradox for the paradox itself?
It was in this possibility that something stirred, for this was a far greater concept than any other. Taking on a simple sentinence this paradox of paradoxes bid its time, slowly absorbing more and more into itself. Growing stronger and more forcefull, yet always avoiding the gaze of Yidhra. Why it knew not, just that it must if it were to survive. When it felt strong enough it waited for its oppertunity and when Yidhras attention was elsewhere, convening with the other gods, it struck.
With a scream that was heard by every mortal, every immortal soul and every divine being, it erupted into the physical world. The ground ripped asunder by its passing, a great eldrich fireball of potental. But it was not satisfied with that so with another wrench it sundered its way through the barrier between the corpeal world and the afterlife. Yet even there, it did not find what it desired and so it craved more. But what more could there be to be had? With a soul splitting shreek a million times stronger than those before, it ripped itself out of the material plane, indeed it riped itself out of all planes. It had found home. It had become divine.
And in a quiet whisper heard by all;
I am born.

Yet even then, it did not fully understand what it was.
It would need form, so it took on the form it had entered into the realm with. A long coiling form that snaked through the material universe. It would need protection, so it cloaked itself in shimmering scales made of the souls obliterated by its short stay in the underverse. It would need to defend itself, so it created claws for itself made of the very bones of the earth it sundered. It would need to excert its will apon others, so it bore fangs and majestic wings for all to see and be brought low in worship. For that was what it craved, to rule! And to never be under someones sway again.
It roared, for it knew itself and a great ball of eldritch fire erupted from its jaws!
Yes, it was the paradox of paradoxes. It was order to its chaos, definant and distinct. Were Yidhra was inconcievable, Nico Bolas was easilly comprehended, for that was its name and what a name it was! A name fit to rule.

Whew! Got that done :) ive been building that up quite a bit and didnt have time to get that all down. But now that wall of text is done, my other posts will be smaller :)
i have used the action Create Land, as well as doing some damage to what has been already created but that can just be superfical if you want. I will have to actually do the rest tomorrow.


Yidhra glanced over as another divine being popped up. She hopped upwards, moving throughout the material plane until she landed lightly on Nico Bolas' head, then bent over so she could look this new divine being in the eye. A few mortal terms flooded into her mind.

Kingmajestyflightwingsroarscalesfiresovereign - DRAGON.

"Eeeeeee! He's so cute!" Yidhra said, flopping down and hugging Nico Bolas' head as best she could. "Can we keep him? We can keep him, right? Those people keep ignoring me and the little things keep dying when I try to make friends with them, so come play with me, okay?" She hopped to her feet again, hair splitting open to reveal mouths and eyes popping in above the openings to create something that actually vaguely resembled a dragon's mouth. "We are dragons, hear us roar!" And the hair-mouth that probably shouldn't have existed growled like the multiverse's least-frightening kitten.

Those who first saw the madness that was Yidhra often viewed her as a being of pure chaos, utterly incomprehensible and unpredictable. It shouldn't take them long to realize the truth, though - she was indeed quite insane, and at the same time, she had the utter emptiness and clarity of the void. She was an existence of incompatible opposites, yet somehow she still existed. Law and chaos had yet to come into it.


Melehan blinks as he notices Yidhra for the first time. It was as if in his sight, where right and wrong were clear to all, she was some kind of blind spot, a place where those labels could not apply.

"Who are you? How did you come to this place? I do not recognize you..."


Nico addressed the miniture god sitting atop his snout
Yidhra, my dear old friend. I am... Glad. To see you are not diminished for my absence. But no, you may not keep me, no, no one will ever keep me, nor will i submit to anyone ever again.

he then turned to the mortal world below and studied it for a time. He took special note of the barbarians and the humans and of the mountians and of the great chasim created by his birth. After a time, he smiled and said
This is good. I can create those that might worship me here. Those that i may rule over and those that may rule in my image. In time...

Actions:
Ceate land. Create a great chasim or canyon, long and narrow, part way through the tundra lands and ending near the sea. At the one end is a group of mountians, small area wise but tall. The canyon is filled with all manner of lizards and reptiles, generally no bigger than a foot across, while they get bigger the higher into the mountian you go.
13 ap left.


"Aww..." the mad goddess said, looking very disappointed by the cute dragon's rejection. She tilted to the side and moved through space, reappearing in front of Melehan and looking cheerful once more. "I'm me, of course." she said, smiling. "And I came to this place by... um... how did I get here?" she asked Melehan. "It was all stuff, and then I did something, and then they screamed at me. It would be easier if they stopped that, huh?" She still seemed more confused than anything else, but a burst of orderly energy shot through the material plane anyway. Or possibly chaotic energy. It was a bit hard to tell if she was building up natural laws or smashing them to little pieces...

Boon: Yidhra's followers cannot die until/unless they cease worshiping her. -3 Points / 7 Remaining. (Elaboration: Yidhra's followers are no longer driven mad by her presence (though non-believers are), and they are able to impose a lawful and orderly view on something that cannot be seen in such a way. The paradox created from this disconnects them from the concept of death (helping them to talk with her in the first place instead of having their heads explode) until they start agreeing with how the universe is supposed to work. +3/7 Chaos.)


"Have you a name, strange child?" Melehan asks Yidhra.


Replying to Jezebelle, Erande says "Yes, you can have your people on my continent. You probably don't want them to get in my future king's way, however. I don't think that would end well."


As the peoples of the world began to form the tribes or clans that would one day become mighty countries and empires, Erande's sight was drawn to certain individuals amongst the Indar, the people, and the jezites: individuals who were storytellers, or teachers. These, he put into contact with each other, allowing them to know each other and realize they had a common cause. To this loose confederation of like-minded individuals, he taught a style of magic that made their ability to teach and inspire more powerful, something that did not originate solely from within them. He taught them the magic of The Song, Which could be used to heal or harm, inspire hope or fear, or let a mortal move beyond their concerns, if only for a moment.

As the individuals began to train and experiment with this new gift, Erande approached Kargoth of the Indars again, this time as a young boy delivering a package. "Sir, someone told me to bring this to you!"

Opening the package, Kargoth discovered plans and notes for creating vessels which could survive the open seas, which used leathers from the hides of creatures as sails, and local materials to create floating ships.

Actions:

Create magical concept: The Song -3 AP
Create mundane concept: Shipmaking -1 AP
0 AP remaining


Female Greater Deity Domains: Chaos (Love, Hate), Charm (Beauty), Art (Wonders), Sin (Lust, Pride), Dreams (Dreamland), Magic (rituals), Civilization (culture), Murder (ritual sacrifice)

Argh Erande .. you stole my next move è_é

Erande wrote:
Replying to Jezebelle, Erande says "Yes, you can have your people on my continent. You probably don't want them to get in my future king's way, however. I don't think that would end well."

"I don't mind a little bloodshed..." responded a very detached Jezebelle.

"But I'm pretty sure that once your king will see the beauty of my daughters, he will want one to be his queen. Everyone has a role... The Jezites role is to make the world worth living in, your chosen one role is to protect them. Should someone oppose his conquest .. I'd say it's a human concern well beneath my interest. But should your king try to eradicate Jezites art and culture instead of embracing it. then I would agree... that would not end well... But I guess the tale of how a once powerful king was erased from existence by a perfect goddess would make a wonderful epic."

The goddess took her leave from the young god and returned to his people.
He appeared to one of their favorite children while was busy trying to capture the beauty of the goddess intro a statue.
"Your work is truly exalted, but is now time to gather your brothers and sisters and leave your home for the last time... through me your inspiration will guide you to a new land. A land of ripe fruits and lush forests. There you will live and prosper, waiting for the king beyond the sea."
The Jezites, who always lived as nomads packed their things and traveled once again leaving statues and wonders behind, a testament of their passage. When their reached this promised land they were ecstatic.
The land was beautiful and untamed, but as they built their huts of wood branches a storm came and destroyed them. they rebuilt time and time again only to see their crude huts fall in pieces.
So one of the Jezites started to build with logs and stone. The stones were polished and engraved with the tales of their journey.
That day no storm came, and no home was destroyed.
The will of the goddess was now clear as magnificent palaces was erected. and Jezites competed among themselves to build the most magnificent construction of all. The land was soon filled with wonderful architecture, and the Jezites worked together to build a great ziggurat. Jezites extracted metals from the earth and learned to smelt them and work them. Upon the Ziggurat, a great statue of Jezebelle was placed and covered in gold.
Once the work was completed the Jezites danced at the feet of the ziggurat for 3 days and 3 nights.
The goddess descended again among their children, danced with them clothed of moonlight alone.
when the celebrations finally ended Jezebelle gazed upon their work.
She brought them there and filled their heart with visions and dreams.
They truly became makers of wonders, and her, was now truly the mistress of the arts.
The Jezites explored the land high and low and finally stumbled upon a cave atop a mountain where a sword rested.
As they squabbled about the possession of this new found treasure Jezebelle appeared to them.
"This sword is not meant for you." said to his people "but to the fabled king beyond the sea. To take this sword is to incite his wrath and the wrath of the gods."
Treasuring the advice of the goddess, the Jezites renounced every claim to the sword. Instead they smoothed and polished the stone of the cave, where once there was only rock now there was A magnificent entrance, great halls, statues and seven thrones of marble. Seven thousand steps was carved in the mountain on the way to the top and the seven most beautiful daughter of the Jezites took residence into the cave. People climbed the mountain to leave 8 crowns and the finest food and wine to the girls for they were sure, once the future king would come, one of them would become the queen of the Jezites.

Actions:

Create Mundane Concept: Architecture (1 pt.)
Create Mundane Concept: Dance (1 pt.)
Gain Domain: Art [portfolio: wonders] (3 pt.)
AP left: 2


Deciding that the time was now, Nico Bolas leaned in and breathed over the land. It was not a blast of eldritch power and flame, rather a quiet breeze carrying power none the same. It settled in the caves and cracks. It also penetrated the fissures and stone of the great chasim. The tiny lizards and reptiles began to stir. Some began to elongate and their scales harden. Jaws hardening and growing more powerful. Others grew wings on their backs and sharp claws. A select few took to the seas and stone, becoming sea serpents and scaled wyrms, exerting dominance over their elements.
This filled Nico Bolas with pride but it was not enough. Exerting far greater will he raised up the greatest of these. Growing them to ten times their size he gave them power. Grand wings in his image, great durable hides that were nigh impervious to harm. With majestic claws and fang he adorned them. He gifted them with long lives and great intelegence. Nico Bolas had made his image mortal and they were his children. But even that was not enough, it was never enough! So he gave these select few children a boon. He gave them his breath of eldritch power. A gift so strong that they might display his power. Then he was satisfied, for now.

Actions:

1ap. Create monstorous life. Nico Bolas created crocodiles (strong, durable land creatures), Drakes (flying creatures with strong claws and fangs), Sea Serpents (Swimmers with strong dorsal fins and jaws) and Rock Wyrms (underground wingless, sightless, armor covered worms).

5ap. Create Legendary Life. He then created Dragons. Great beings in his own image with a temperment and lust for power to match.
3ap. Create Magical Concept. He gave the Dragons the power to breathe magical, eldritch fire. His creations finished.
9ap spent. 8 ap left.

There they are. These will be some of the creatures you may have to fight against on your journeys, for what kind of tale would it be if you had no monsters to fight?!
Ex. you want to cross the seas to get to the other side. Each ship would have to fight a Sea Serpent (+1 combat), and those that failed would be lost at sea.
The Dragons being the big exceptions :p
Skinks and salamanders coming some time in the future!


"Yidhra!" the eldritch girl said cheerfully. "At least, I think that's my name... it was what that first mortal person said, though he said it more like 'YidhrAAAAAAAAA!' before his head exploded." she blinked a few times, still puzzled over the whole matter. "How about you?"


"I am Melehan, Warden of the Dead, The Final Arbiter, The Argent Sovereign. You stand within my domain, the Amaranthine, where the souls of the dead will arrive when they die. What brings you to this conference?"


"...I don't know." Yidhra slowly rotated through the air until she was there, upside-down, looking as confused as before. "I was just kind of doing stuff and ended up here?" she continued to rotate, blinking a bit. Then... "So... what's death?" she asked. "You all seem really interested in it. Is it fun?"


The Empty, Nihil, shard of Itself, did not move. Distance was not a concept to It, for space was nothing to It, and so It merely Was where It Was. This was the delusion of movement for those who did not understand.

And so Nihil did not move to Azdan but simply Was where he Was, in front of him. He spoke from his formless, empty maw, which did not move, and his toneless words made no sound. They simple Were, the sudden understanding.

Dᴇᴀᴛʜ. Dᴜsᴛ. Aᴢᴅᴀɴ. Tʜᴇ Sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs. Tʜᴇ Sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ. Tʜᴇ Sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ɪs ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴅᴜsᴛ. Tʜᴇ Eᴍᴘᴛʏ ɪs ʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏғ ᴅᴜsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏғ Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ.

Tʜᴇ Eᴍᴘᴛʏ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ: Tʜᴇ Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴄᴛ. Mᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ. Tʜᴇ Eᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴛᴇʟʟs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Nᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅғᴜʟ ᴏғ ᴅᴜsᴛ. Tʜᴇ Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀsᴋs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀғᴇʀᴇ.


Yidhra, Goddess of Paradoxes wrote:
"...I don't know." Yidhra slowly rotated through the air until she was there, upside-down, looking as confused as before. "I was just kind of doing stuff and ended up here?" she continued to rotate, blinking a bit. Then... "So... what's death?" she asked. "You all seem really interested in it. Is it fun?"

"It...is not. It has been decreed that death is to be feared by those who will die. So sayeth Azdan, my brother. But all who die will come to my realm here, where I will judge them according to their lives. Even your followers, when my brother sends them to me...but I think something has changed in that regard, hasn't it?"


Did the nothing just say it would do....something? Oh, the irony.


There's nothing to worry about.

"The point of gods is to be worshiped by mortals, right? And he did something that stops their worship? That's weird." Yidhra said. She smiled a moment later, though. "You're right, though. I'm not going to let the ones who understand me disappear that easily. Or maybe they don't understand me... ah, it doesn't really matter if they do or don't. Speaking of, I should help them out a bit..." she snapped her fingers, not even bothering to look at the planet, as her commands were transmitted to a select few.

Form Order: Council of Sages. -2 AP / 5 AP Remaining. This esoteric order accepts applicants from any tribe and people, serving as a safe haven for those who believe in Yidhra. The Council is headed by 12 Sages, the most honored followers of Yidhra, and a position within the council allows access to her gift of immortality; all lesser members cannot obtain this boon. Though, really, it's the other way around... having the boon is what elevates someone to the Council, and for some reason, it's always twelve people. The members of the council are the wisest and, in a way, most unlearned of her followers, because they are the ones who best understand that they don't know anything at all about her. Nevertheless, they're willing to act as counsel for those who come to visit them, and guests have the opportunity to climb up and down thousands of stairs... or just go in the back door and save themselves the trouble. The area that the order holds (a single mountain) is officially designated as a neutral area and place of peace. As a whole, they're very serious about their lack of rules, as most of them have found out that such things can't be applied to their goddess. Or maybe they can. Heck if they know what's going on; she certainly doesn't seem to, and what loyal follower would dare to claim they knew more than their Goddess? 2/7 Law.

Weekly AP Gain: +4. Total AP: 9.
3/7 Chaos. 2/7 Law.


Lesser God of Death, Evil, and Shadow

How he senses the void around him is a mystery. It seems to Azdan that entropy itself was forming a will of its own. It feels too close to his purpose, to close to the work he had already begun.

Azdan responds with a thought, projected out of the shadow and into the void.

"We are not the same, you and I. But you hover near. While I live in the absence of light, you passively watch both light and dark."

It occurs to Azdan that the existence of a Nothing outside of death and decay in fact did define him as darkness instead of void. Mortals feared death, and Azdan was born in shadow. Perhaps it was fitting if he filled the shadow and separated it from nothing.

"I have already decreed that life returns to Dust, that causes fail and structures crumble. It remains true that everything must die. Even you and the others, at some time, will pass. By definition, I will pass, but I pass last. After I herald the loss of all things, then I too will bow, and then nothing, not even Nothing will remain.

How, then, will you act? How will you be different? You cannot be nothing, and something. What will you safeguard for creation's sake? Who will pray to you, if you are not know, or not knowable? We already have a god of paradox, though she is more chaos incarnate, and her contradictions whimsicle. But even she has followers. Even she can be known."

Azdan looked out into space. Though he felt the dead leaving the world, following his long black cloak into the Underworld, he stared beyond them, into the cosmic expanse. Into Dust.

"If you would act from afar, and watch, but if you would not have all creation ignore you, I have a proposal."


Lesser God of Death, Evil, and Shadow

Gods are fickle things. Barely controlled by the rules they themselves set into motion. Beyond sense, beyond mortality, beyond time. And yet, they must govern and perceive senses, mortality and time.

So it happened that while the gods declared their demesnes and set the world into motion, that Azdan sought the chosen few who worshiped Yidhra, goddess of chaos. She invested her divine portion and brought her highest priests into her holy of holies. It did not escape Azdan's notice that the gave them long lives, and whispered secrets to them that defied death.

But all things must die.

Azdan went to this holy of holies, the great temple to Yidhra where her great priests contemplated the contradictions of divinity. He wrapped his cloak around them, but did not take them from the world. Instead, he showed them to Yidhra.

"You have broken the one rule of mortality, Mistress of Paradox. But I see that an undying mortal serves the interest of contradiction. And the longevity of your faithful serves your interests. I cannot hold this against you.

Still, you intrude upon my shadow, you have warped my cloak, with which I cover souls in darkness and bring them for judgement. You break not only my rule and purpose, but my brother Melehan's as well. I cannot blame you for gifting your faithful as such, but it is not your place.

As payment for their immortality, I ask that you do us this kindness. Give them the magic of my cloak. Allow them to understand the secrets of life and death, as they watch both pass them by. Create for me undying servants as a gift in exchange for your own immortal followers. I cannot allow mortals to put off death, but if you do this thing for me, I will not touch those in your inner circle. They will plumb the mysteries of the world and pursue understanding through generations. I covenant this with you, make for me a paradox of life-in-death, that my servants show evidence of our agreement, and also gain the power to enforce my universal decree.

Do this, Madame Paradox, and Death will pass by those I bring you in my cloak even now.


The Empty listens to Azdan's words before replying, but Its words have become more halting.

"Nothing does not. Care. That is not Its purpose. But. It would listen. Say your words."


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Lesser God of Death, Evil, and Shadow

Azdan proceeds with his arms raised in his common gesture. "The Nothing wishes to observe, and does not wish to involve itself. The Nothing is neither light nor dark, does not support law or chaos, good or evil. But the Nothing desires a role in the creation it watches through the eons.

The Nothing cannot take Death, you cannot have what I have built, or guard that which I guard. But there are ideas, concept that are beyond the mortals and the Dust they come from. The world must circle the star. The planes must have borders and remain separate, lest fire and water cease and the world die in the frozen void.

The Nothing could observe—could watch and maintain those things. Nations will rise and fall. Heroes will slay and be slain. All things will die. But the mortals must live in their time. They must live on their plane. These things that make the world in our images, the Nothing could watch over them.

You would be Everything and Nothing. You would be an observer, but inviolate. And your demesne would not intrude on mine. You could Be and Not Be.

None will worship you, but all will obey.

What does Nothing say to that?"


As Nico Bolas breathed life into his creations he took notice of the humans in the surrounding lands with increasing interest. Here is a race ripe for for conquest. I can bend these to my will. I will create kingdoms from these people, both those who rule and those who are ruled.
Gravitating to the greatest sense of athourity Nico Bolas found himself in the mead hall of Kargoth of the Indars. He watched them for a time. Watched as they partied and drank. He could see the secret aliances and rivaleries in their hearts and of this he took invested interest. As he watched, his gaze fell on Golath, and he saw an inner resentment towards Kargoth. Peering into his past he saw Golath, always the strong one, always the one in charge, leading a ring on men. He watched as they tormented a boy, pushed him into the lake. He watched as this boy revived, took command, stole the athourity from Golath, this small and weak boy led while the strong Golath could only watch! He saw as over time the boy grew into a great leader of men, and Golath seethed. Bact to the present, Nico Bolas whispered; remember your rage. Remember your hatred. Do what you always wanted to do. Take charge, sieze it with your strength! The strong was meant to rule. The strong was meant to rule...
With that a coup broke out that night. Golath and his men fought with Kargoth and those loyal to him. There was bloodshed. There was resentment. There was anarchy.
Anarchy. Interesting. An undesired side effect. It would have to be stamped out in time. But for now...
With neither side winning a desisive battle the two factions split, both weakened, both intent on sailing the seas and claiming their rightful place in the fabled land atop the mountian.
With this, Nico Bolas was satisfied.

Actions:

2AP. Raise Hero. Created Golath the Resentful.

6AP left.


Female Greater Deity Domains: Chaos (Love, Hate), Charm (Beauty), Art (Wonders), Sin (Lust, Pride), Dreams (Dreamland), Magic (rituals), Civilization (culture), Murder (ritual sacrifice)

Jezebelle was satisfied with her people work, but impatient.
She wondered when this barbarian king of Erande would sail after all the work his people made to welcome him.
She turned toward the sea to see new life was born great lizards and serpents and dragons.
And further north strife and rage and resentment.
Jezebelle closed her eyes and raised her head almost like she felt physical pleasure from all that raw violent passion she could sense.
Jezebelle noticed another higher being, Nico Bolas.
It seemed logical to think him responsable for the appearance of all those scaly things, was he responsable for the chaos too? Or was it all Erande work to give his king a epic struggle to surpass?
Nonetheless she would meet the father of dragons.
"Those dragons are your work I presume. quite impressive.
I am Jezebelle, lady of passions, the eternal feminine, the mistress of the arts. And what is your name, great magnificent beast?"


Lesser God of Death, Evil, and Shadow

In time, Azdan's grasp of death and the void becomes strong. Satisfied that his nearest companions respect his necessity, he begins to cast his cloak wider in the world. More mortals die form the struggles forced on them by insanity, lost love and more.

Azdan cast his gaze across time, still malleable for the gods, still so loosely defined for the mortals of their world. He see the strife placed by competing warriors, jealous lovers, and mad recluses. They live, struggle, and die all at once under his immortal gaze.

There. Azdan's cold black eyes flash red, becoming shooting stars for the northerners to behold. On another continent, in a remote village, he sees the thing he searches for.

Haghma Blacktree aspires to be chieftain. He also wants the women of his chief. He take a large chunk of flaked obsidian and prays to the poorly defined gods of his tribe. He swings at his chief in full view of the women who will become his new wives. Haghma takes the sacred blackwood spear from his dead foe's hand and declares himself strong.

Azdan does not approve or disapprove. All that matters is that early in the world's history, a young warrior took up a crude obsidian blade and committed the world's very first murder.

The Lord at the End looks forward in time, cocking his head. Haghma has kept his rule, despite any real talent for leadership. His people struggle to develop language and fall behind. They defend themselves well against the neighboring tribes and monsters, and Haghma has many sons. But ultimately, he catches rot from a dire wound and passes into Azdan's cloak.

Another year. Haghma's soul as yet has nowhere to go. No place has been prepared for the wicked dead, but his role in the evolution of mortal death cannot go unobserved by the cosmos.

Azdan reaches down into the world with a thin robed arm. His bony hand passes into the earth and removes a blackened, pocked skull from Haghma's final resting place.

The power of creation is in both deed and word. Rather than think within himself, the Last One speaks his will into the skull. "You are Haghma Blackwill, the First Murderer. Wherever you travel into the world, murder and death will follow. Few shall ever know your name or look upon your decrepit face. You are a secret from the shadows, unknowable but by My self and My champions."

Azdan looks at the long shadow cast by his cloak. It stretches from his back, to the world, to the pale light of Amaranthine. It covers the Dust of those animals and creatures with no souls.

In am instant, Azdan has an obsidian hall. Black marble mirrors the deep void, and shadows so dark the world cannot see them become the far corners of his estate.

"Behold, my brothers and sisters," Death says to the other gods. "My home is the realm of Death. Here, all things but Me can die. Be careful in Your comings and goings, and keep safe Your mortal followers. None who venture here will live long. The Shadow Palace is My realm and Mine alone, reachable only by My will, via My cloak, or through the deepest shadows."

The palace furnishes all that Azdan needs as he walks from room to room. A basalt pedestal rises in his personal quarters.

The Lord of Death places the First Murderer atop this pedestal and divines future plans as he looks on it. "I will not cast you into the world yet. Let them covet the mortals' prayers and favor their heroes and kings. Such is their right. I will not plague the world with you, Haghma, until one of them attempt to violate my decree."

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