Temeron scoops up a handful of water from the sea next to the island and flings it onto the mainland.
"This is starting to get a bit repetitive, don't you think? We should do more with those little people."
Aurus steps forward towards the table, bring down three fingers tightly together. They fall on his sparklings own city, for a moment a great power is felt but as he raises his fingers their is no effect. Flicking another finger up land rises adding on to Fulgur, a steamy jungle near the mountains. He then spins his finger, at first their is no change until Moranus' mountain lake begins to overflow. It's center losing bits of ice and giving off slight steam as four waterfalls flow down the mountains mixed with bits of ice. With that Aurus returns to his chair, yet again leaning against it.
Staring down at the plains in the middle while contemplating what is next
As the table continues to conform to your demands, two chairs form, opposite of each other. Atop an onyx throne, a tall, dark-eyed man wearing spectacles appears, while across from him a stouter, clearly blind, elderly man appears on a wooden tripod.
The enthroned man speaks, his raspy voice seeming to scrape your eardrums as you listen, Pay heed, for I am Dioven, god of evil and destruction. Waste your time with forming these petty distinctions upon this world if you will, but know that it will all be fragmented into oblivion one day.
With that, he points a finger at the map and blasts a canyon into an empty space, destroying all life in the area and narrowly missing Geiyara's grasslands. With that, he leans back in his chair, waiting for your reactions.
The other man sighs, Dioven, why destroy things when you can watch them succeed on their own? Hello, I am Pax, friend to all that is good and kind in this world. I apologize for my friend here, I'm still hoping that he'll come around and see the joy of helping others. I'm afraid that I cannot act so directly as you, but I hope that you will do your best to make this world a good one. He nods, no doubt waiting for a question that does not come, then continues, Yes, all of you. I've no doubt that some here think they are evil, and I will help even you, for kindness is blind, as I am. I help all equally in the hopes that you will all be pure of heart.
With that, seven small sparks fly from his outstretched hands, one to float into each of your chests, and one that is snatched from the air and crushed by the now-snarling Dioven.
Moranus looks towards Pax. "Even though you may not be able to directly change this world, your presence will be felt." With that in mind Moranus takes his hand and with it pushes some land towards one side, making mountains, and where the land was a river forms through the center creating a rich landscape. "This place can become a place where civilizations and animals can thrive."
Temeron watches Moranus create another mountain range. When the man of the mountain is finished, the dreaming god says: "I hope you don't mind if I try some of these as well..."
Temeron creates a range of mountains, starting from the southern fields and extending to the north. The mountains are high and jagged, impossible to climb. They are riddled with chasms and caverns.
"What do you say? Think I have talent?"
Then he turns to the canyon created by Dioven and spits into it.
Geiyara reaches out, this time to the lake in the SE. At first, all she says is "Grow...", but after what seems an age she adds "Be wild forest... dense be thin trees... wild and hot... untamable..."
"Harsh... those mountains... Will life be there?"
"Of course, why not. Every small pocket and cave and every hidden valley could have its own unique little ecosystem."
"It is good for a first attempt. I prefer to have more habitable mountains, yours have their own beauty."
"Oh, but they are habitable. We just haven't invented the creatures yet that can inhabit them. For the right mongrel-people made of goat, bat, and spider, those mountains could be very habitable indeed."
From nowhere a wakizashi falls down tip first into the center of the storms off Fulgar. Something stirs within but none know exactly what it is, clearly it belongs to Aurus for his power is felt , that is all that is known. With a flick of his finger another mountain rises beside the one created by Moranus, unlike the mountain gods balanced mountain. Aurus' is unbelievably tall, reaching into the clouds, with flat tops spread at random among the common pointed ones. As if something had sheared them off to make a seat or steps. It becomes known as Mount Cloud Stair. Finally he sprinkles something near Geiyara's Fellorn Forest, it expands to fill the gap between itself and the crystal plains. The creatures in that area of the forest tend to be almost unnaturally cunning.
"Then we will learn of these creatures that can survive this harsh environment."
Will follow the will of the others
At your will, the world develops, and wildlife proliferates throughout every ecosystem until finally, man grows to stand independent of his bestial cousins. Less powerful than the sparklings of Aurus, and clearly inferior to the dragons, humans combine ingenuity and perseverance in an attempt to survive in this tough world.
As this occurs, Fleschet appears again, taking notes on his papery sleeve, Well, I must say that I approve of your actions thus far! This world is far more creative and diverse than I could have created. This severely disrupts my orders, so if you don't mind, I'll sit beside you and think for a moment about how best to proceed. In the meantime, I will merely spread this new race throughout the world.
"Is this your personal approval Fleschet, or are you merely relaying a message from your king?" Temeron says with a somewhat aggressive undertone.
He turns back to his mountain range. "But on to more pleasant topics: we were going to find out what those mountain dwellers look like. They need an appreciation of steep cliffs and shady crevices, so lets make them good at climbing and hiding. It can get cold in those mountains, so lets give them warm fur. And lets give them the ability to hunt with webs, like spiders do. Yes, that should do it."
While talking, Temeron shapes a little clay figure. At first it looks like a gaunt human. To this he adds an elongated snout and short fur that covers the whole body. When he is happy with how the figure looks, he sets it down on top of his mountain range.
What is this Man you speak of? If it prefers to wander, all to the better. If not, then perhaps I need to influence it to be more like myself
Fleshet shrugs, Those sentiments were my own. As will be my next actions, for what you've already done has made my former commands obselete, which means that I must follow my own judgement. I must ask, why the hostility from this little group? I mean no offense, if it was my actions that caused it.
"It isn't what you have done, but who you claim to represent. This king has never shown himself to us. Does he consider us so far below his notice, that he only interacts with us via a proxy? The way I see it we should all be equal. None of us should be anybody's herald. And if we should have a king, that king should be one from our midst, a first among the equal - not a far away invisible ruler."
The scribe nods, I don't claim to rule you, nor does Lord Alakhmen. I am a herald to all, and were I so inclined, I could pass on your messages and act as your herald if necessary. I've yet to pass on any orders, which means that logically Alakhmen has not acted as a ruler. All he claims himself to be is a king, and indeed that may be what he is, a god of kings, I myself am unsure as of yet. Should he act in a way offensive to you, then I would better understand your complaints, I think.
Aurus raises a hand towards Temeron in a gesture of calm and restraint. His sly eyes fall on Fleshet.
"If you must pass on a message, then I would say. A empty title and king of nothing is just that. Empty and nothing, speak no words if they are hollow. I have no interest or inclination to heed the babble of a figment. Those that do not present themselves before this world will be barred from it's fate."
He had half a mind to lay waste to the humans of this prideful pretender of a god. But his nature demanded something more creative then that. He snaps his fingers, only the most keen eyed of the gods can make out the miniscule change in Nidus. A holy tree has appeared at the heart of the city and the sparklings treat it as such. Then with speed blinding even for gods Aurus swipes a hand across some of the humans, holding them in his fist he opens it. Revealing nothing, yet a new breed of humans has started to spread among the more common kind. They range just as far as their kin but tend to run circuits between large groups in caravans of sorts. Heeding and often lead by those who send their prayers to Aurus. The first thief crosses his arms, his expression unreadable.
"My power... wilting.
I need more time."
Geiyara doesn't seem to react to the bikerings of the Gods.
Moranus watches the gods add new beings to the world. "Let me give this life thing a try." Moranus takes a piece of his chair and forms it into a short stout creature and places it along the mountain range in the north. "This race shall be known as dwarves, and their riches will be known throughout the land in their new home" He then clenches his fist and the newly created dwarves congregate and begin making a city into the side of one of the mountains. As the city builds itself, snow begins falling covering the mountain with snow.
As he watches the world build itself, Fleschet seems to come to life, I have nothing to do at the moment, Aurus, you beat me to creating the Merca, which was my goal. All I can do is call into existence the Elemental Lords, lesser deities of the elements.
With that, he summons four deities to the table as he vanishes, one a eagle-headed man, another a rock-skinned mastiff, two dragons, one red and glowing with heat, and the other a flowing blue, floating in mid-air.
The blue dragon flaps its webbed wings, and it's hissing voice introduces itself as Baquelt, Lord of Water. Baquelt glances at the map and suddenly something emerges from the water, a blue-skinned humanoid that traverses land and water with ease.
With that, the blue dragon evaporates into thin air, leaving only 3 Elemental Lords.
Moranus looks upon the world and thinks to himself for a moment, pondering what to do next. As he thinks he strokes his beard and an idea pops into his head. He cups his hands together and blows into them. He then places his hands on the forest and mountains in the west. Humanoids come out, some walking about others flying around. He then plants his finger in between the mountains and the mountain with a waterfall and the beings begin to gather forming a city.
Temeron casts a thoughtful look to the sparkling island.
"Time for some bigger dreams." he whispers.
Then he turns his attention to the volcano and makes small people made of glowing magma emerge from the volcano. As they climb down the volcano's outer walls they cool off and loose their glow. By the time they reach the bottom they look almost like humans.
A Telescope, fascinating
As two new races come into being, the eagle-headed Lord of Air and the red dragon, Ioriv and Pylos respectively, nod in approval. Ioriv smiles at Moranus, his dark beak gleaming in the light that seems to emanate from the room itself. He winks at the small Hawkmen, and seems to impart a part of himself into them. Immediately they seem more independent, more proud and regal.
As Ioriv acts, Pylos glares at Temeron and hisses, I was about to do that, you were just faster. Regardless, they shall bear resemblance to me. he creates a sect of Ifrits that worship him, and the destruction he can wreak. Indeed, all Ifrits now seem slightly more inclined towards overthrowing the rule of law.
Together, Ioriv and Pylos vanish.
"Soon... I will bring...life. Moving life... like yours.
For now... more jungle."
"Many... civilizations rising... I hope no... destruction"
Aurus simply watches not appearing to react to anything that has gone on.
After watching his breathren leave, the rock-skinned canine rouses himself from his rest. His voice seems to crumble and crack, even as you listen, I am Jhurin, Elemental Lord of Earth. Observe my will.
He molds a piece of Moranus' mountains into a tiny man. As he does so, he whispers into it's ear, and places it into an empty part of the continent, near the dwarven city of Varstenshale. As you watch, they dig into the land, creating a massive underground world known as Deepmines. They thrive in the underground, creating the most advanced mining and crafting systems the world has ever seen.
Aurus fades into nothing, his presence reappears among his sparklings. Whispers from the wind, shadows, and places between their thoughts influence the sparklings. They gain knowledge and mastery of powers that they could only slightly tap into before. Things gifted to them by their god and perhaps stolen from others. Yet among the whispers come a vision and desire to build, the priest call for action by divine mandate. They flock to the chasm in the center of their homeland, using their mastered powers it begins.
Massive and beyond counting, the roots fly out of the earth like tendrils of some vast hidden monstrosity. They bring with them all manner of stone, gems, and minerals. Tying themselves together above the swamp below. In midair at the center of the valley they knot themselves and the priest of Aurus flock upon them. The sparklings unmatched speed and agility allows them to work in a frenzy. Even so by a god's reckoning their work takes moments, yet even their skills took years of their time to complete.
When they are done, the priest call out the name of their work. The Tower of Votio has been built.
Geiyara simply finishes the jungle area.
"Almost time..."
Moranus disappears from the table goes through the dwarven city of Varshtenshale. He hides from the dwarves as he watches them and what they do. He goes towards the blacksmithing part of the city and watches the dwarves make fine weapons. "They can do better than this. The dwarves will be some of the greatest smiths in the land." Moranus whispers into many of the smith's ears teaching them how to improve. He then goes to the mining part of the city, and tells the miners of where to mine better ores, worth more than they can imagine. With that Moranus comes back to the table and takes his seat, now with an emerald in his right hand.
As the incarnation of the Moon, Miolla watches as things below on the world, biding time
Moranus once again disappears from the table and goes back into Varshtenshale. He goes among the dwarves whispering into their ears of how to protect their great city from anyone who might attack it. He appears to some of the powerful dwarves of the city and together they make an order of Warriors who will protect the city from any dangers. The order was named the Vanguard, as they are the first to fight for the people of Varshtenshale and they defend the city with their lives.
Aurus is still no where to be found yet his influence continues. This time among the Merca, his priest hear him and his blessings. Spreading them to those that have been gifted by the god already. Their minds sharpened by trade and collection of coin turn both inward and outward. As they look to themselves and the goods they so freely bring across the world for their own benefit and others. The works of the earth favored dwarves and oread are unmatched in form but the cunning mind raw from Aurus and molded by the Merca saw more. With sly whispers and the voice of his priest Aurus grants the Merca the insight they seek to move forward, to take that single step. So began their revalation, spreading to all their kind. Others would create things of quality but the Merca would build wonders like none other.
Still Aurus will was not done, his whispers still creped into certain minds and they obeyed their god. The Merca gathered like never before and perhaps never again. From every far flung location in the world they heeded their priest and headed to the desert touched by Aurus in the time before time. Bring with them all the goods they had collected. The rare wood of Fellorn Forest, the flawless stone of Varstenshale, and the limitless kinds of gems from the Deepmines to name a few. The Merca collectively held all the known world had to offer and they used it in their first collective act sense the dawn of their kind. They built a marvel that had never been done and the world had never known. They built what they would name The Taria Tus, the first and only bank of the Merca people. A marvel of engineering the bank was massive in scope and as those who created it. Moved endlessly upon completion, what many would claim was a moving mountain is in truth their greatest achievement to date. Not only was the Taria Tus grand but like many pale shadows that came after would learn to be, it was well defended. It's ability to travel over any terrain or lack there of was not it's main defense but rather a product of necessity for a people that called the open world their home. It's defenses could only be dreamed of and it's weaponry the stuff of nightmares. For the Merca knew well the greed that would fest upon the home of their people's riches and in time the wealth of others.
Breaking free from the revierie that gazing on the world below causes in Miolla, the left hand reaches out, stretching towards the Crystal Plains and on the Western Side of it a city is erected, drawn from the Crystals themselves. Towering into the sky it rises in spires and citadels.
Unpopulated as yet the right hand reaches out and pulls down from the night sky above The Moon the light of the stars and mixing it with the dreams of the Moon as well as the stately movement of the Moon about the world a new race is brought into creation.
Tall and slender in form, with round faces like the Moon, pale as starlight or moonlight reflecting from a full moon.
These are my people, tied to the phases of the moon as am I. They will wax and wane as do I. In the Full Moon they will multiply, at their strength. Otherwise they shall tend to their towers, to their devices, to their own concerns. So long as I remain in the sky they shall endure under my care. As do I they will be wanderers, with their city the center of the movements. Let their name be their own, in my mind they are the Moonlings and they are mine
Once the Moonlings begin to arrive in their new city both of the hands of Miolla raise up into the sky again and pulling in more Moonlight it is shaped into an Avatar of The Moon, a Mannequin Like figure towering over the Moonlings, twice their height, with a face round and exactly like the face of the Moon.
This is my Avatar, protector of the Moonlings and Herald of my wishes. I set it upon the land to wander and observe all that it is capable of seeing, to share with me when the Moon is full over the Land.
Now the hands drop down and pull in the darkness between the light and with a mixture of more of dreams, the darker one.
Let my swamps be filled with those that can work with the night and dreams, along with the darkness. Bring forth The Hags
With these statements The Moon seems to drift back into internal contemplation
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"Now ... I too shall give life..."
Molded from toxic mushrooms, swamp gas, and the murkiest of mud, Goddess of Life Geiyara created her first people. A people who would not pursue civilization, yet still be sentient enough to work together in ways that regular animals could not. Hunters, gatherers, and scavengers with green skin, short stature, and pointed teeth.
Thus the first goblins came to be.
"Inhabit the jungles... you will
for I have provided... the means of life
be fruitful ... and multiply
keep civilization ... pressured."