There is nothing, no light, no darkness, no sound, no life, no chaos; but that is how it has been for eons since the old multiverse died. No one remembers what Once Was, only that there was a Once Before and It died.
Out of the nothing that is, Gods are born. They form one by one, but all at once, coalesced into being by some unknown power. Seven beings, Seven lives, Seven new powers to take the Nothing that Is and turn it into the Nothing that Was.
So what will the new gods do to the empty multiverse? What great creations will they build? Will they be allies, enemies, friends, or lovers? Only time will tell.
These are New Gods let us watch them in their great journey.
In the Darkness of the Depths, something stirred. And from that Darkness, a light was sparked. The light moved slowly, illuminating little, until it reached a solid form. As it met this form, it became enveloped by it, the slowly, it began to glow again. Brighter and brighter it glowed, as the sound of bellows began. The glow expanded to light the area around. At the Forge, a Bulky form of a Dwarf stood, watching the fire intently as it grew to a working heat. Not far from where he worked sat a woman, beautiful and matronly, looking to be in the glow of pregnancy. Next to her floated a crystalline figure, glowing with an inner light, shifting forms constantly. A bare chested, four armed figure stood beside it, watching intently. At the bellows, a middle aged elf pumped away, making the fires burn brighter. In the far corners, two figures stood shrouded in darkness, keeping to themselves for the time being.
“What once was can be made again. It will be reforged in our image. The failures of the ones before have been wiped clean.” As he spoke, he loaded the bent and ruined elements into the Smelter.
“We shall bend the World as we see it.” He watched as the elements melted down into a glowing yellow fluid.
“It will become a greater place than what we were left with.” As he spoke, he poured the molten elements into the ingot molds.
“And we will become the new Gods of this world.” Glubokaya Gora pulled one of the ingots from their molds and heated it again in the Forge. Pulling it from the heat with the tongs, he brought it over to the Anvil. Pulling his hammer from his belt he began to beat it into shape.
“It is a New Time. And it Begins here.”
Green and white light twisted and turned around a figure wrapping her in a gentle radiance. Clothing the matronly woman in a dress of white with gold trim, images of plants and creatures running along each hem in green. Her hair was a golden red and her eyes were a warm hazel. Her stomach was heavily pregnant at the moment as she sat watching the other gods.
Hearing the one at the forge speak she smiled as he heated and hammered the metal.
"Indeed, this place is quite empty. Not even a world to play with. We will have to create everything." She smiles clearly excited by the prospect.
"I have chosen to call myself Allianda. What are your names?" She asked pleasently rubbing her stomach. "I have so many ideas but I wanted to see if all of you were interested in a type of collaberation. When we start to create things...everyone possibly contribute something that everyone can take benifit from." She rubbed her tummy as if to say that she was almost ready to give birth.
From the darkest shadows comes a figure. Her hair darker than the void around them. And skin so pail that it looked like it would fry if she stood anywhere near the fires that were around. Her clothes were of reds and blacks and a cloak that looked as if we're made of the void around them. Her ice blue eyes watched as the others spoke, and she nods at Allianda's suggestion of collaboration.
"I agree that there is much work to be done. But some things must remain secret." she looks around at the other before smirking. "As for my name you may call me Nunya. As in Nunya Buisness"
Allianda smiles and turns seeing the fascinating creature sparkling and pulsing with light.
"We gather to understand and plan. To share and celebrate our coming to life. Do you want to contribute? I was thinking of giving birth to a planet all our creations can share, you can forge lands upon it and let your creations live. Filling it with all the animals and such necessary to provide challenge and sustenance. I can see some things being kept secret, I am a mother." She stroked her stomach. "But I ask about contributions so I can set up the world to hold them."
"I will add to this creation as you need, World Mother," the Smith at the Anvil spoke in his deep voice. "You have only to tell what is needed, and I shall create its form."
He held up the shape he had been working at after quenching it. It was a curved shape, but it seemed imperfect at first. As you looked closer, you could see that the imperfections were shaped like mountains and valleys. Winding rivers could also been seen fashioned into the face of his works.
"As for who I am, call me Glubokaya Gora." He set the first piece aside and placed another ingot into the fire. When it glowed with the heat, he pulled it out and proceeded to work it into shape at his Anvil. "And I shall bee the Forge Father."
With a serene nod Allianda looks at the ones that have already spoke. "In what way would you bestow these gifts and in what form?" Her hand waved lifting the metal to her so she could look at the fine detail of it and would stroke her finger over the edges. The edges turned various colors of greens, browns and reds and tiny figures appearing on top of it seemingly animated with life.
As the piece floated it looked more and more like land full of life, even in the desert areas.
A cold wind blows into the forge room, and the flames sputter but do not go out. The temperature and lighting both drop in the room, as a man cloaked in shadows steps in among the gods. His right arm is that of a skeleton, and his eyes are distressingly black with a pair of red pinpricks within their center.
He looks at all present "Life, it is good, for it leads to Death, and to Me. I am Veldrin, Lord of the Dead and and the Undying."
Allianda looks up at the new god that made his presence known. A shiver runs down her spine upon the temperature drop. The figures on the metal slow down looking up at the god of death.
"Welcome Veldrin, it is good of you to join us." Her smile was warm and inviting despite the fact he was her opposite in many ways.
"And death leads to more life. Did you hear my question from before? Do you wish to contribute?"
Nunya looks around and smirks at the thought of what secrets Death could hold. But first back to the task at hand what to contribute to this creation... if you could call it that. She taks a few minuets to think it over and comes up with a what she deems as a decent contrubution.
"I will contrubute a written language to all Sentiant races. So they may record what they will and every race gets one written languae at the time of their creation, chosen by their creator." she says looking at the other gods. She thinks that this is a good gift for creatures who are sentiant beings. She smirks as she thinks this is an excellent way to keep different creaters secrets from eachother.
"Oh, Aye, tha makes quite a bit a sense. Rather than jus' sayin' We're gonna do a thing, let's try ta get a plan a action first." The Forge Father set aside the last of many plates he had shaped. "After all, this willy nilly is gonna become rather confusin'. Also, Mekkhar, you may keep tha Mask, but when tha time comes, I may need yer help with things. "
Allianda nods and looking around waves her hand. A small orb of molten material floated over to her.
"I will show you what I am about to give birth to." The molten ball is cooled only slightly as another layer is put over it and a more solidified layer is added. This goes on until ten total layers are created including the sky and core. Water floods the world and from it lift seven nondescript continents at this point. "It is a massive world that will be born with seven continents. One to represent each of us. If you have a particular place you want it to be located on the world or a specific look you want it to have please tell me and I can change it to suit. There is plenty of places to add your own lands and such. Lot's of ocean." The orb floats to the middle so people can make their adjustments.
"If you wish to give me a piece of you divine essence to create this world you can touch my stomach or lips and I can take it into myself to help build."
"Mekkar and Nunya will create the concepts of written and spoken language and gift it to all the sentient races. Glubokaya, Hexad, Allianda, and our bellow's master. Is there anything you want to contripute to the whole?"
Nunya looks at the other Gods with a smile on her face, not a smirk, but a real smile. "You," she points to Allianda, "Are Mommy!," she than points to Glubokaya. "And you are Daddy." She then turns to the Hexad and says "You are sis, and my twin brother is," she then glomps the four armed god, and giggles. "And you," she looks to the Shinigami, "Are Grandpa! Last but not least your the Uncle" She points to the old looking elf. She then sticks out her tongue and skips over to who she has dubbed "Mommy", and then rubs her belly.
Out of the nothing, gasses coalesces and swirl producing in this small cloud of air a tiny sound of laughter, sweet and innocent with just a hint of mischief. More gasses join the cloud and condense until they form the face of a beautiful young man with brilliant blue eyes, long white-blond hair and delicately pointed ears. The face smiles and laughs again aging slightly as the body continues to form. He's still half made of clouds as he walks into the forge and finds idle bellows.
"Your forge looks to be running out of breath!" he comments to the busy smith. "Can't have that; can we?!" He chuckles warmly as he works the bellows, breathing more life into the forge fires.
More people arrive and he watches and listens amused by the unspoken tension between the mother of life and lord of death. Finally he answers, "Contributing to creation? Hm... Sounds like fun! I would create living wisps of air capable of perfectly mimicking whatever they see or hear, the least of which would be eager to please and steadfast in the perfect delivery of any message they are given and I would avail them to you all, my first friends." He grins and bows graciously letting go of the bellows which wheeze in protest. Realizing his mistake, he clambers back to his work, grinning now somewhat sheepishly. "Oh, and you may call me Ohren if you wish. I think I would also send one of these helpers here to work the bellows and maintain proper breath in the forge fires if the master smith would so desire."
"Uncle? I guess we'll see about that." With that, Ohren strides over to Allianda wrapping her in his arms and dipping her dramatically. Grinning as his brilliant blue eyes meet hers, years seem to instantly shed from his face restoring the beauty that was and he kisses her passionately. Once he returns her to a fully upright position he grins at her sheepishly, "You did say to touch your lips." Suddenly frowning in realization, "Oh wait, I was supposed to give you some of my essence with that! Oops!" and he kisses her again sans dip, this time transferring a touch of essence to aid in the formation of the world. Oh, and I'll have a continent of my own, a chain of islands to be exact. I shall create great living clouds to carry them aloft so they may wander the skies. Well if it is to be born with the rest of the world, I should give it to you in a kiss." and he wraps her in another passionate embrace kissing her with the twinkle of a new land in his eye.
Nunya declared her Mommy and she couldn't help but smile. It seemed Nunya had a bit of a playful streak. Seeing her skip over she smiles feeling her rub her belly and nods to her. "I will treat it well." she says about her power. Her world would contain hidden secrets only the most devoted to ferreting them out could find.
Allianda gasps at being dipped by Ohren, her hands grabbing onto Ohren trying to keep from shrieking. She wasn't a light woman being pregnant with a planet. The first kiss she didn't feel any transfer and just smiled as he pulled her back upright.
"Be careful young man. Dipping a pregnant woman isn't the safest thing to do." Seeing his sheepish grin she just chuckled as he realized he hadn't given her anything.
The second kiss she felt the transfer and as she took it in she used it to develop the sky. The third kiss she took in more power of his and his island chain was added to the world. She let that replace the one she was going to make for him.
"I see you are a passionate one." Smiling she gently untangles herself from his embrace and looks at the others.
"Is there anyone else that would like to make changes to the planet before I give birth or contribute. I am good with you spending your own power to build your continent so that it is truly your own."
She closes her eyes and would concentrate. Power shifted as light moved towards Allianda, clinging to her and infusing her as she drew it close. Where she stood started sprouted plant life, even breaking through the stone as power flooded into her.
5 AP Gain Ability - Herald of Life :: Animal and Plant domains
When it was over she opened her eyes and looked at everyone. She was a true beacon of life now.
"I think it unwise for me to touch you, Allianda, unless you wish to have this great idea die before you ever give it life" Veldrin says ominously.
Allianda smiles and nods. "I see. If you still wish to transfer power it can be done without touch. Though, since we are opposites we may just cancel each other's power." She would conjure a bowl out of the air and it floats to Veldrin.
"If you wish put your contributions in there and I will work them in." Smiles warmly.
5 AP Gain Ability: One with Shadows- My actions are hidden from those who they don't affect. No God can automatically know about any AP I spend unless that AP affects them or their creations directly even then they won't know it was you who affected their creations, just that a god did. :: Domain: Darkness and Void
1 AP Towards WORLD, As of yet to be named :: Domain: Community
2 AP Towards Create Land - Mists of Avalon- Australia sized continent cloaked in mysterious mists that conceal it. :: Domain: Protection And Water and Magic
1 AP Create Concept Mundane- Writing, Shared with all sentient races, no two of which have same writing. :: Domain: Rune, Knowledge,
Runs over to Allianda, and starts to rub her belly. ”Mommy! Mommy! Are you ok? Did mean old ugly Uncle hurt you with his stinky breath?” She keeps rubbing Mommy’s belly.
She then turns to Uncle, and sticks her tongue out at him and then turns back to Mommy. ”Yeah! The Stupid Uncle didn’t hurt the baby. It’s ok! She than smiles as she knows that the world will be ok. She starts to play with Mommy’s hair by braiding it.”Uncle’s so silly. Tehe” she then starts to hum a random tune still braiding Mommy’s hair.
"Still carrying on about Uncle? When this world child is born you might consider calling me Sky Father," Ohren says with a wink. "I look forward to seeing my children born and the mischief they will make, but you must forgive such children. They know only what they know." Ohren chuckles softly and gingerly strokes Allianda's round belly.
1 AP The Sky
2 AP Isles of Auran :: Travel Domain
3 AP Concept of Illusion Magic :: Trickery and Illusion Domains
3 AP Living Wisps(as they grow) :: Trickery, Illusion and Storm Domains
5 AP Living Continent Clouds :: Trickery, Travel and Illusion Domains
Living Wisps (Sm): Living bits of gas approximately a cubic foot in volume that will perfectly mimic any visual or audible message they are given and do everything in their power to deliver that message to the correct recipient as quickly as it can. Eager to please and very obedient to their master Ohren and his friends, the Messengers on the Wind are the most energetic of the wisps. They can move and carry up to 1 pound if it has enough surface area.
Living Wisps (Md): Living bits of gas approx. 2-4 cubic feet in volume that can perfectly mimic anything they see or hear to limit of their size. One can mimic the moon, but it will look like a moon 2-4 cubic feet in volume. They like to amuse people and themselves by performing tricks and practical jokes. One on its own is of little worry, but when they gather in clouds, their mischief can be a real pain. Second most energetic of the wisps, the Mischief Makers can lift up to 5 pounds if there is enough surface area.
Living Wisps (Lg): Living gas clouds 5-10 cubic feet in volume, the Wandering Storms can carry up to 200 pounds but aren’t as energetic as their smaller cousins. They make mischief less often, but can have their moody days. Generally they prefer to just float about or use their mimic abilities to entertain one another, especially to play tricks on the Mischief Makers. One by itself can produce precipitation and static charges, but a large group of them can produce thunderstorms.
Living Wisps (XL): Living clouds 10-100 cubic feet, the Storm Lords drift lazily around the world, often asleep until something grabs their attention and they are grumpy when woken abruptly! Storm Lords don’t often use their mimic ability, but do precipitate, gale, thunder and lightning. Storm Lords can be highly dangerous hurling buildings and trees individually while able to flatten entire towns when a group can flatten entire forests! It’s a good thing they’re usually too sleepy and lazy for that.
Continent Clouds: These gentle giants cruise gracefully through the sky steadily carrying large islands on their backs. They generally feel no need for the mischief or rush of the Messengers on the Wind or the Mischief Makers, nor the dry angst of the Wandering Storms or the Storm Lords. They use their mimic abilities to conceal themselves and their load, moving to beguile those who might seek the Isles of Auren from below.
The Isles of Auren: A chain of 9 islands of varying size covered in lush, brilliantly colored vegetation plentiful in delicious vegetables, fruits and medicinal herbs that grow only on the floating islands. There are many interesting insects on the island but NO MOSKITOS CAN LIVE THERE.(vicious little bastards)
She glares at him."Uncle is Uncle til i decide you're not."
"This is my contribution to the creation," Glubokaya Gora said, holding up the many plates he had crafted. "It is the shell upon which the world can be set. Make use of it as you will. As for my people and my land, we will be not entirely upon it, but within it. We will delve deep into the secrets of the mountains and from it create that which must be made." He held up two small pieces of steel. "They will be my children."
Two for the territory.
Two more for the Dwarven race.
Allianda smiles watching the interaction. 'Children' She thought gently before thinking on something.
Power radiated through the stone and digging out of it came a creature that resembled a wolf. Its eyes were a solid golden color, its coat short but blended with the stone even as it shook the dirt and rock from it. It sniffed the air and made a beeline for the raw materials and finding some, of the lesser metals, it grabbed it and would move over to the Forge Father and start chewing on it.
"For you Forge Father. These are tunnel wolves. Perfectly suited to sniffing out raw materials and living underground."
Turns to Veldrin and lifts her arm and a shadow comes out of the inky blackness. It is a regal black eagle. Its sharp eyes are red as they look at everyone there before it flies over to Veldrin and lands on his arm. It stared at him and looks down at the bone as if judging its worth and it seemed to like it.
"They are called Bone Eagles. They are predators but also scavengers. They eat the flesh of the dead and collect their bones for their nests. Regal and yet deadly. A marker for death."
Her power pulsed again as she gathered power in her hand and a tinkling buzzing can be heard before a crystalline bee floated up on its own powers and moved over to Hexad. It was perfectly asymmetrical, and it's body caught the light coming from Hexad.
"Intelligent bees. Called Crystal Gatherers. They gather other elements and build beautiful hives designing things that would best go with the environment they come from."
Turning to Mekkar it takes her a bit before she comes upon an idea. "Many Oathtakers will need something to create ink and write with." She would conjure a quilled creature by his feet. It started munching on the shoots of grass. "These loyal creatures produce a natural oil that can be used for inks and their quills, when shed, can be made into extremely useful pens. The ink made from it can not be erased or altered without complete destruction. Letting you use it for binding documents."
Looking at Ohren she just shook her head and then grinned a flying squirrel appears above his head using the updrafts around Ohren to hold itself aloft before folding its legs and drops on his head and starts looking for a treat. "Gliding squirrels. They can drift on the breeze for great distances. Sweet inquisitive things."
A tiny form peaks out from Nunya's hair and then pulls her hair so it hides itself again. "Black Weasles. They are silent and tend to horde treasures they find not sharing with anyone unless they trust them."
Veldrin nods at the offering of the Bone Eagles "A great gift indeed. Allow me to return the favor, and help in creating this world" With that he cuts his palm, and several drops of shadowy blood drop from his wound, into the bowl she handed him.
"I will not currently contribute something specific, yet I ask a small favor in return instead. All those who create a society, please instill in them the need for burial rights and graveyards. I will gather some of my servants from the later, and from the former will come respect and honor for those who have passed, as opposed to fear and remorse for what was lost"
Allianda smiles and nods and would take the bowl and would cut her own palm and her blood mixes with his before she heals and she would drink the mixture.
It was cool as she drank it, her own blood melding with it as she infused it into the new world. Looking at Veldrin as she nodded and would dismiss the bowl.
The plates that Glubokaya made disappearing as she absorbed them.
1 AP : Birthing the World Anya with assistance from the other gods. The sky made with Ohren's essence, A set of islands touched by him also. Nunya's essence giving the world secrets and another island shrouded in mists. Glubokaya's essence building the land and the underground area. His domain being under them. Veldrin's essence being churned into a series of islands to the north in the colder areas of the world but not devoid of life. Two more continents exist (to be described later). One though, was obvious bursting with life and one modeled after her. More description when I am not tired
1 AP : Towards Anya's first moon
A bright white light expanded from her and a ripple of power they all felt as she gave birth to the world. Soon floating in the void was a beautiful large planet. It gently spun. "Behold Anya, our first child. Isn't She beautiful?"
Allianda had the glow of a proud mother as she gently stroked the floating orb.
When the black weasle moves in her hair she lightly giggles. Yes she would come to love this little animal. Then she waves as Brother moves away with a smile on her face. "Bye brother see you later!"
She watches Mommy give birth to the world, awing at the sight. The world looked pretty but it would take it's secrets, secrets that she would find and keep with the help of her weasle friends. A perfect place to also hide secrets... but she could deal with that later.
"Mommy its so pretty." She runs to glomp Mommy happy that the world was born.
Allianda smiles at Mekkhar and nods letting that race be born onto the world. "Be safe Mekkhar."
As he left the quilled creature moved following him.
Catching Nunya as she is hugged again. "Thank you Nunya. You are sweet. Now, we have a new world. Go play, and enjoy. Remember you can make a shard of yourself to explore while you stay here if you want."
To demonstrate she would focus and a double appears beside her. It smiles and would shrink heading to the world to explore their creation.
The continant of Mekkar's was joined to hers by a set of islands. Indeed all the continants were joined either by islands or underground passages except for Nunya's. It was on the other side of the world.
Her shard, named Allie would land on the continant modeled for her. Lush forest and plains covered it and she watched the animals and insects scurried about. Focusing her power she would start traveling the world and populating it with the more monstrous animals, like dire versions, and dinosaurs when she finds a nice location for them. She even makes some plants that are monstrous and dangerous.
0 AP - Create Life Monstrous - Populating the world. Normally costs 1 point but Is reduced due to Herald of life :: Animals and Plants
If there is an animal and Plant you wish to create you can simply say I missed it in the grand picture and create it yourself. After all I am making a lot something is bound to be missed. ^.^
As Allie traveled she took note that the natural world would need caretakers and guardians. She mulled on this as she continued on. After all, as a mother, she could give birth to many races. Smiles and continues walking populating the various lands unless asked not to.
Feeling more power pour into her she smiled. It was time to build her first race. The caretakers of the planet. But for them to have the powers she wanted she would need to make them.
Gathering herself she studied the essence of each of the gods, learning it and understanding it. It took her quite a while as the world Anya aged but then she hit upon it. Divine magic.
With that in hand she stepped down to the world and joined with Allie. Searching the world she found choice flowers and plants, serpents, and other creatures and started molding. Taking inspiration from Hekkar, she modeled the strongest, the matrons of the race to have four arms. They were a plant people with the lower body of a beautiful snake, the upper body of a humanoid, with either two or four arms. Hair that matched local flowering plants. Their seedlings had the ability to adapt to where they were planted so they could be better adjusted to their location.
Smiling looking at her creation she touched it and her stomach swelled as it disappeared. Going to the center of her continent she would dig into the gentle soil. Settling she would start giving birth to the first seedlings of the Llieldasine. A year passed before she pulled herself from the earth. Dirt still clung to her as the first Llieldasine pulled themselves out of the soil seeing the world for the first time. All of these had four arms, for they would be the start of the race.
"Greetings young Llieldasine. I will teach you about working together for the community and how to harness a little of my powers to aid in caring for the world. Her name is Anya and she the daughter of the gods. I gave birth to her just as I did you." To them she looked like a giant matron Llieldasine with all manners of flowers. So she stayed and taught them how to build a society and how to harness divine magics into druidic magics.
Once she had finished teaching them she left them to spread and live how they wished taking her teachings with them.
She was tired, that had taken quite a bit of her energy.
5 AP - Create Legendary Concept: Divine Magic :: Magic and Good
3 AP - Create Magical Concept: Druidic Magic :: Nature, Animal, Plant
2 AP - Create Greater Life: Llieldasine Plant people :: Domains Plant and Nature
1 AP - Create Llieldasine Society :: Community
TO the wonderful artist who inspired this race here is a link to the picture. If you click on the name under the picture you can see more of their wonderful work
"From the Forge born and to the Forge returned. That shall be the way of the Dwarven race." Glubokaya Gora pulled the two forms from the fire and set them upon the Anvil. "In the depths of the world they will live, and there, they will work to create many things from the metals found within the earth. They will learn the ways of the Forge, and this will be a thing shared with the other races of the world."
10/15 AP
+4 AP - Rollover
-1 AP - Create Mundane Concept: Blacksmithing.
-1 AP - Create Society: Dwarven Society.
-5 AP - Gain Ability: Formidable Artisan
7/15 AP
Veldrin walks among his islands, and where he treads, nothing will ever grow again. He creates a large wasteland, and then raises up a dark, brooding city, all black stone and jagged buildings. A necropolis, in both look and purpose. He wills into existence a pale skinned people, and suffuses them with the very shadows themselves. "You will be my Shadovar, minions of both death and darkness. It will be your job to seek those who deny death without my favor and reap them"
Staring 15, +4 rollover, -1 to give birth to Anya, total=18
3AP-Weave Sanctum(Forsaken Palace)
3AP-Create Greater Life(Shadovar).
1AP-Create Shadovar Society.
Remaining AP 11
Allianda turned her attention to the north and split her shard from her to continue to the other continents. She floated above the land seeing it barren of all life. She sought out Veldrin.
Upon seeing him she landed and looked at him. "I see you stripped the life I had put into the land. May I ask why? It was life designed for the cold and you have left nothing for the Bone Eagles to eat. I did make them Native to these islands." Her stomach wasn't as bulging it was before and was mostly flat.
Where she stood small plants sprouted designed to be in the cold. It was clear this wasn't intentional, just the overflow from her ability.
Veldrin does not seem bothered by her presence, nor by her granting life to the land she stood on. "Just here, on this, the largest of isles. My Shadovar's citadel, the Forsaken Palace is here. Tis where they will bring those souls who seek to escape death to be punished and also where a portal to my realm of the dead will be placed. The other dozen or so islands all still have the life you birthed them."
Allianda sighed softly and nodded. "Alright, I will make sure the Bone Eagles have plenty to eat. I actually came to discuss about the burial rights for the race I made. Since they are plants they have no bones and they nurture the earth with their passing. This doesn't work with what you wish but the next race I planned on making. Well, they are definitely something I think you may be interested in. At least for burial rights. They will cleanse their dead, burn them that is, leaving just the bones which they will bury in sacred ground. I do not like the idea of undead, but it is your purview."
She shifts slightly. "They will be excellent warriors. I just ask if you do use their bones make sure it is only to punish those that would cheat life's natural cycle."
He muses, walking inside his great cathedral and motioning for the Mother of the World to follow "Do these plant beings have a society? Sentience? If so, that is enough. I am not asking for elaborate ceremonies for every people, just that the dead are respected, in accordance to each race's beliefs. That's all I desire."
Allianda would follow him little plant life growing where her feet touched. "Yes, they are and have a Society. Their dead will be respected. It is a grand cathedral Veldrin. I should make a sanctum but I am enjoying populating Anya at the moment. I should have my shard visit Goya's people."
Veldrin actually smiles, a rare sight indeed, at Alli's compliment. "Thank you Great Lady. While I understand your desire to give life to our world, having a place to call home, here on the material plane, is a good idea. Its helpful to be able to dwell in the same realm as our peoples. As for my undead, their main purpose will be to assist the Shadovar, yes. But, they will also serve to cull those societies who have grown far too populous, and have tipped the balance between life and death."
Allianda nodded. "It is a good purpose, with death, life is apprieciated. Oh, do you wish to visit the Forge Father with your own shard with mine? It should help keep your power in check so no unwanted deaths happen."
"Perhaps it is time to make this place an actual place. I shall place it deep withing the deep mountains. There I will work at the Forge and teach those who would learn the Secret of Steel." Glubokaya Gora concentrated and Deep within the Mountains held by the Dwarves, a cavern formed. Withing the cavern the Forge appeared. Its vent reached through to the many volcanoes around the world, venting their heat into the world.
7/15 AP
-3AP: Weave Sanctum: The Forge
4/15 AP
Nunya watches as others go their own way and decides to go to the Mists of Avalon, she disappears in a swirl of darkness and lands appears on her island. The weasle in her hair pokes out of it looking at his new home. Nunya takes the weasle and lets it free on Mists.
Walking to the center she notices a clearing, just large enough to hold a location she will make. She clears her mind and imagines a large building, almost like a school. With a gate and a court yard and three towers.
She looks over herslef and decides it's time to change outfits. She changes into a Nobles Outfit and little shoes. Also her cloak changes from the black color to a royal purple. She ties her hair in a proper bun and decides to go see Mommy and Talli.
"Hello Mommy, Talli." She curtsies to the Great Mother and the Lord of death.
3AP: Weave Sanctum: Alphea- a school like place with a large aera to roam.
Allianda smiles seeing Nunya. "Greetings to you. You look beautiful Nunya, that outfit suits you well. We were discussing various things about my race. Do you wish to have a shard of yourself visit with mine to visit the Forge Father Glubokaya? I was inviting Veldrin here also. I wish to see how the tunnel wolves are faring and to meet his first race. My own is slowly spreading to care for the world. It will take them some time to reach all the continants. But they are highly adaptive." Smiles warmly.
"Shall we all go together?"
Nods at the Great mother. "Yes Mommy. I would like to visit Mutti with you. It was nice to see you Talli." Curtseys again to Veldrin.
Ohren cocks his head gazing down at his floating islands, "Burial rituals? How would one go about burying wisps? I suppose if one ever dies I'll address it then." looks back at the gods and godesses, "Until then, I have a world to see! Ladies..." Ohren flourishes an elegant if not dramatic bow of farewell to the godesses and fingertip to nose, disappears into the air from whence he came. Invisible as a breeze, he divides himself to visit the new world and see what he can see, naturally blowing an airy kiss to the ladies on the way.
Veldrin does indeed send a shard of himself, that of solid shadow, to accompany Allianda. As it goes with her, he enters into the throne room of the Forsaken Palace, and causes a great onyx throne to rise up out of the floor. It's bedecked with skull motifs and various eldritch markings that mean death, and dying, were one to able to decipher them.
He takes a seat, and looks out across the world and beyond, out in to the infinity that is the universe with his deific senses.
Alli, her shard, smiled and the three of them walked/floated into Glubokaya's domain and went in search for the Forge Father in his forge.
"Greetings Glubokaya. We decided to come visit you in your domain. I like how you incorporated you vents into the volcanos. Very inventive. So, what are you working on now?"