"Welcome I hope you enjoy your new home."
"Oh I know I will enjoy this new home."
The Corruptor looks over the void of the world, pondering. He awaits the first acts of creation from the others.
Omaz Almas strides giant like looking over the continents, "So flat and barren. We have much work to do."
The very energy of creation begins to swarm around him.
Dyrm says, "Ah, so that's how this is done? I really will enjoy learning 'on the job' as it were."
"I feel this place needs more land if people are to grow," the sun goddess says, turning toward Zurakar. "Brother, help me."
"I believe you are correct dear sister." he replies. The two begin to glow brightly focusing the power they've drawn in, hands linked.
[ooc]I'll wait for everyone to post at least once and draw power before I actually create some land.[/b]
"For my first story I will tell..."Nimeton's face becomes less fluid and starts to recite a long epic poem.
Karmesh enters the world, striding across the skies and shining down upon the new lands of Etella. "Let this new world know the guiding light of mine, in all four corners of the world..."
Nyakushuur doesn't say anything, but starts blistering with black decay and sprouting with green life, as if eagerly awaiting this new realm.
More land is needed, but sensing that the twins of sun and moon are already planning to increase more, Omaz Almas looks to the center landmass. It is small, but no doubt it will grow. For now, it serves his purposes.
"I remember the vale," The deity reminisces, thinking back to the before world from which he sprang, "It is gone, and can never be again, but from its memory perhaps I can create another."
Arching his back, Omaz Almas bellows forth words of creation that sound like stone scrapping, like thunder rolling, and oddly like the trickling of mountain streams each in turn.
And the new world responds. In the center of Etella rises a ring of mountains, going too high for trees to breathe, and seemingly impassable by the land bound but then, who knows what hidden pass might yet guide a future mortal in?
Cradled within this ring of mountains is a deep valley, pleasant foothills slope to a newborn vale. The mountain peaks around the vale become beset with regular rains and storms, which in all seasons but summer will likely have snow and ice. Yet the new climate that makes the mountain peaks so dangerous make the valley even lovelier, as water from the storms, snow and rain trickles down into beautiful creeks and waterfalls that feed the valley they flow into causing it to grow lush and green.
Only a faint glimmer of the power he had gathered remains, but Omaz Almas finds the cost worth while, "Behold, the Valley of the First. Pristine and wild, paradise surrounded by majesty. I am pleased with this. No doubt, mortals will come to it eventually, and try to yoke it, but at least until they do I have it to gaze upon."
Belisous smiles as the first mountains are created.
"Those are very pretty Omaz, but I must ask. Do you truly want mortals to get into your lands? What if you could protect you land from ever being invaded? Wouldn't that be better?"
Belisous sits back and lets her power grow to even greater heights.
"I prefer the living to the undead, Belisous, if that is what you are asking. Mortals that learn to respect nature would be ...tolerated. For now, only animals and plants abound, so I have at least a short time where I don't have to worry about sentient intrusion. And when they do come, they'll not find getting into the Valley of the First easy." He actually smiles at the sight of the ring of high mountains around it.
"Oh I meant living creatures.. Sort of.. It will be a surprise I guess."
"Mmmmph...." Omaz Almas doesn't exactly trust whatever she has planned, but the world is not his alone, and he respects that.
"We need more power for what I have planned, sister." the moon god says. "Draw in your strength and we shall release it." With that, Zurakar begins to draw in power himself.
As Nimeton pauses its story for breath the center islands south west corner starts to extend down [8 rows down, 6 cells in] (3 points) and upwards (3 points) creating fjords and lush pasture lands, great for farming plants and animals. Because of the nature of the terrain it experiences a cool mist every morning that quenches the land and runs deeper into the island (2 points).
Nimeton pauses for a moment to catch breath, The features become much softer and continues the story "...with its first stirring it begins to stretch and awaken..."
With a smile the land continues to stretch and rise [8 rows down, 7 cells in] (6 points) as well as more mists (2 points)
Belisous looks over the land that has been created.
"Destroy or create. Destroy or create. Hey Dyrm want me to destroy something or create something?"
"I'm not sure there's much TO destroy right now, I'd go for create. Perhaps a phallic styled peninsula ?" He chuckles.
Belisous sighs as she is just the tiniest bit off from doing her kind act of the age. She leans down and begins to pet one of the mountains Ozar created.
"Soon my pretty, soon."
Nyakushuur continues her display of alternating states of life for a moment.
.
Then she touches the virgin lands to the east, breathing life into the soil and seeding decay into the cycle. From her touch, trees and bushes sprout forward, exotic and green. From her touch, death enters the world, giving unlife to the rotting remains. From her touch, forest and swamp unite into a landscape of black and green, and creatures of life and of unlife start wandering this new realm.
The eastern continent's south is now covered with with a huge primeval forest (inland) that becomes mangrove forest near the coast. The shrieks of animals mix with the moaning of zombies who rise from the brackish water. As part of Nyakushuur, her realm nourishes her, and she seems completey absorbed by it.
Remaining Points: 13
"Alright brother, our power waxes. Let us bring forth more land."
Zurakar nods, replying, "Begin in the west and I'll start in the center, sister." The two gods raise land from the ocean, barren and covered in sand and rocks, connecting the western landmass to the central one. Using the last bits of their power, Atresse creates foothills at the base of the mountains, which quickly become a rolling plain. Zurakar then creates a great forest west of the hills, full of fruit and olive trees, as well are great groves of ash and yew.
9 Points to extend the western continent in the south.
6 points to change the climate to desert terrain
(can I include a major river in my reshaped land, or is that a further 3 points?)
1 point remaining
"A variety of challenges should be presented to the future races, we have impossible mountains, lets create an arid land."
Dyrm sighs in delight at the growing lands, peeking at the works of the twins and others, "I grow envious. This land building looks like it might be fun after all."
But before taking action of his own, he samples the power of the universe and drinks just a bit more in....
...well, more than a bit really. Dyrm finds the drink of creation heady and guzzles it like a drunkard. 'Marvelous..." He says as he wipes his lips, and like foam from an otherworldly lagger, the flecks of power fly to stick onto the watery surface south of the now larger land mass.
The flecks shift and grow, becoming a collection of islands of various sizes and shapes.
Eyero's eye lights up at the creation of the undead in Nyakushuur's swamp. Rudimentary; limited. But considering the resources tippy had to work with... Perhaps later we can advance them together.
Omaz Almas gathers more energy to him. Noting with a nod how well all is coming along.
"Mountains and hills can feed water to a place, or they can block the rainclouds from their travels... let us help make a barrier to that arid land that serves its purpose."
A new curve of mountains arise, these not as high and sharp but slopped to drink in much of the rain before it can feed the desert. On the northern side, the , may become lush, but the southern parts balance this by their arid nature.
Karmesh looks down on the world. There is beauty and purpose, but also darkness and death. But to extend his eternal watch, he needs a realm of his own first. His light flares brightly while he increases his reach.
"So let there be a realm of light, where the skies are clear, and the land is rich. Not a barren wasteland, but fertile and a home for every mortal race looking for a destiny under my protection."
Karmesh breaks the earth and the stone, grinding both into fine powder.
Karmesh catches his own light in his hands, turning it into liquid essence.
Karmesh cultivates a marsh, close to his presence and touched by his reach.
And from earth and stone, from light and essence, Karmesh the Lightbringer creates a marsh, where it is warm, where waters from the mountains brings life to the plains, where the ground is rich in clay and nutrition.
Remaining Points: 9.
Eyero's eye lights up at the creation of the undead in Nyakushuur's swamp. Rudimentary; limited. But considering the resources tippy had to work with... Perhaps later we can advance them together.
"Advancement is good, striving to be stronger, better, to survive, always survive..." Nyakushuur murmurs to Eyero. "I sense darkness in you, and strength, but how can you be without the spark of life to feed you?"
Eyero's eye lights up at the creation of the undead in Nyakushuur's swamp. Rudimentary; limited. But considering the resources tippy had to work with... Perhaps later we can advance them together."Advancement is good, striving to be stronger, better, to survive, always survive..." Nyakushuur murmurs to Eyero. "I sense darkness in you, and strength, but how can you be without the spark of life to feed you?"
Eyero chuckles at the goddess' naivete. It is quite simple really. Those without life do not need to feed. For that reason, among others, survival really is a rather low goal to set; so much better when you don't have to worry about that problem at all.
I suppose I had best add to this. Not let you all shape the world I will eventually rule.
Eyero pulls the fingers off of his left ground, and throws them down upon the land. The severed digits begin to writhe and twist. The flesh falls off and the bone sloughs away, leaving behind... Worms. These giant monstrosities begin burrowing in the earth, carving immense passages in the stone, the clay, and the dirt before vanishing from the sight of even the gods.
Next, he comes in close to the land--And exhales a mighty breath of noxious gas into these new caverns. All of the animals and vegetation sickens and dies within a few moments of being touched by these fumes. Soon nothing alive remains in the area.
He stands again and looks over his work. Yes, yes. That will do nicely. His fingers are still missing.
Omaz Almas beholds the death of the animal life as the fumes worm their way down into the new caverns there to stay, it seems, forever lethal and forever more. He clears his nostrils in a sign of disgust at the (To him) unnatural creation.
"At least the land above might yet heal ...given time, but to treat this infant world as a corpse that your maggots can feed upon and spread their poison within... have you no sense of joy in living things?"
"Lets try to find a use for this gas and these caves, perhaps Eyero is giving us a grand opportunity. We just have to figure out how best to make it work."Nimeton begins to examine the poison closely.
Dyrm laughs, "Isn't his ploy obvious? It's a veritable fortress for any future undead he places in it. They can come out to raid and harass the living, but the living can't form a counter attack without finding some way to overcome the gas."
"A challenge worthy of overcoming." Pyreous raises a glass to Eyero.
"A challenge worthy of overcoming." Pyreous raises a glass to Eyero.
"Oh, there's a cleverness to it, no denying that," Dyrm weaves about like the divine shadow he is. "My word, I am actually starting to feel sorry for mortals we've never even met yet."
"Don't. They don't deserve any pity from us."
"What they deserve from us, is protection and stability. I fear what they will receive is war and death."
"The undead have their practical uses.."fades away into unintelligible musings.
"Your utilitarian attitude is a disgrace," Karmesh looks a Nimeton. "You have the look of someone who has lived many lifes, so I ask you: is there one tale, a single mythos, where the 'use' of undead didn't bring chaos, death, or imbalance to the rest or the world?"
To Atresse, he adds: "Any mortal yet to be born will be offered protection, and even if they decide not to follow our guidance I will turn my gaze onto every undead treatening them!"
"I have no love of the undead, but a common foe unites people in a way that complacency does not, they cause chaos, but chaos ultimately causes the rise of law. Everything in it's cycle. Still, there is a balance to be struck"
Despite what many of you seem to think, I have no quarrel with the living. They are merely not as efficient of servants. If those of the mortal races willing accept and follow the laws I give them, then I will offer my protection to them as well--And the promise of immortality after they do pass.