Tempus Novi

Game Master Jazzai Moonbreaker

"Hello Mutti. How are you fairing? She looks around the place with a smile on her face.

"Well met," Globokaya Gora said as he looked up from his work. "I am pleased that you like how I have fashioned my home. As far as what I am working on," he said holding up his latest creation. It looked at first like an anvil, but also like a hammer. "I shall call it Kuznisa Molotok. The Forge Hammer. It will be the thing I wield in defense of my people."

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Allianda marveled at the creation. "It is truly a work of art. You mastery of metal is definately unsurpassed. My Llieldasine though can't wear it our touch it. They are so connected to the earth that they use only natural things, and if they wear metal, well they loose their powers. Though I guess I could go about making a type of wood that is like metal. I will think on it." She smiles and shrugs a shoulder.

"So may we see your people? I am curious about those that live under the mountains."

Allianda felt power surge through her and smiles as she focuses inward for a moment as she develops and perfects healing magics, medicine, and farming.

Looking around she decided there should be a hyprid plant and animal creature down here. One that could work and cultivate down here. Her Llieldasine would eventually get down here and adapt but that would be many years for now.

She would rub her stomach as it expanded and she was surrounded by bright light before revealing a creature in front of her, her stomach once again flatter than it had just been.

At first it seemed like a rock before it moved unwrapping itself. It was laying on its back as it looked at everyone. Blinking with three eyes it would stare up at Allianda as she helped it up and hugged it. It looked like a strange amalgamation of an armadillo, and a mole. Its bony plates looked more like bark and mushrooms seemed to be growing on it. She looks at Goya and smiles. "These gentle creatures are Shinokas. They are a peaceful race of farmers. Down here where things do not usually grow, they can help the earth develop foods and medicines that they can share. If they are approached peacefully they will become fast friends."

She smiled at the young creature and stroked its head. She glowed again and soon there were more and more. She whispered and talked to each of them and soon they scurried off with their new knowledge and went looking for a home.

Allianda followed Veldrin deeper into his sanctum, their shards meeting with Glubokoya.

"Something has been troubling you. Are you wishing to inact death to mortal races? Since right now there is none?" She moved with him quietly the trail of plant life growing behind her.

"It will take a bit of power but you can instill it into the very fabric of reality. As a goddess of life, I still know death is needed to feed the new life. I may not like it and will try to hold it off, but I am okay with it still happening. I know where the heart of the multiverse is so you can emplazon your decree there."

"Not troubling, no. At least, not that. Every deity tends to have a favorite race or two and they might seek to deny them my cold grasp. Such is OK, once or twice, maybe, but more than that will result in war among us. I will not allow too many to escape my embrace. Hence why I created the Shadovar, to seek out and reap those who would live forever, without my blessing. A war between the gods could result in our new world, and perhaps even our very universe dying."

He unleashes his power, and wave of black energy ripples forth touching every living being. Both those currently alive and those yet to be born or created feel the force of his Will.

"All mortals must eventually die, save for those who have my blessing. To do otherwise will incur the unrelenting, unending wrath of my Shadovar"

Allianda felt the decree slice through her more so than any other god. After all, until this point life flourished without death. Trembling she knew eventually the life that sprung up from her merely walking would die.

"Can you tell me about your Shadovar? What do they eat, how do they reproduce, how do they reap people and creatures?" She asked

The only thing that steeled her against the decree was the fact she already knew the touch of death from his blood.

"My people will do well to work with them. As you see, they have learned the ways of stone and steel. Glubokaya Gora turned to the pallid fellow now among their company. "I would not say mine are far from your grasp. We may take our time, as in all things, but like the stone from which they came and the metals which they shape, their time will come and all will return. I merely wish that their rest not be disturbed and for them to return to my Forge again.

From the fire he pulled another piece. "Perhaps a gift, then, to show there is no ill will between us?"

Allianda smiled and nods. "That would be well. I know there will be a lot of open trade among our peoples. Death will come to the Shinokas quickly, but eventually I will train them on how to make tombs for their dead. I actually came today to talk with you about a couple of things."

She summons a wooden stool and sits to rest. "I need a skeletal structure done for a very strong race I am making. Well two. One will be the dragons bound to land and the other the dragons bound to the celestial bodies. Rare creatures indeed for the second. But I want to make a six legged centaurian race with reptilian long tail. Similar to the saurian dinosaurs. Males and females for the most part are alike so the frame should be good. I ask for you to build the structure because you are a master crastman and know how to build things to withstand the test of time. They will be long lived but a combative race among themselves. So I do wish them the strength to face each other in honorable combat."

She paused as she felt a ripple in the universe. "New great life is coming."

Veldrin’s decree spread across the land, the dark energy infusing all mortal life with necrotic energy. Now time was a factor and the eldest of the races were in peril. Such was the case for the Llieldasine. As their flowers wilted, and their leaves grew lifeless, their bodies were claimed by the earth. From the earth, their seeds grew and in death so too were they returned. By the light of day, the graves were dug. By dark of night, the mourning commenced and the comforting among each other began.

Beneath the earth, the departed now slumber, but where there is life there is death… is not the reverse true as well? From death, new life can stir. This new life was not fed by the fiery light of the sun or by the nourishing soil of the earth… but rather fed by the decaying remains of the ones that have come before.

Already, where the strongest and greatest of the Llieldasine lay, life was starting to stir. Feeding on what is decaying and absorbing the fleeting remnants of life and power. Though the Llieldasine were the first to create the environment for this new life; life would always find a way to flourish everywhere it could, even in the bleakest of environments or the harshest of terrains. The barest hint of its presence can be seen by the death caps that sprout from the earth, the fruiting bodies of the life that hides from below, but yearning to spring free.

Veldrin nods "Of course Mother." She'll note that the way he says it is an honorific title, not in any way even sort of literal. Who knew where a being such as Veldrin came from originally? "The Shadovar are infused with my own spark mixed with the essence of darkness. Thus, they need not eat, nor sleep. They do not reproduce, normally. If more of their number is needed, I can either create them, or they can slay mortals and raise new members from their corpses. As to how they end the lives of those who seek immortality, and escape my grasp, they wield powerful death magicks."

Allianda would smile and nod. Veldrin watches as she winces a pain going through her. "The first of my children has fallen. If you will excused me Veldrin, I will watch their rituals."

She excused herself from his great cathedral and would go to the Great Enclave of the Llieldasine. Allianda watched as they buried the now dead, returning them to the earth so they may feed the earth.

Life sprang from her with each step as she walked among the graves. Her mere presence bolstering and feeding the processes already in motion. Reaching down she touched a budding growth fascinated by its quick growth.

As the Great Mother walked through the graves where her fallen children lay and as life emanated from her holy form, something below stirred, drinking in the divine power and using the life energy absorbed from the recently deceased. Like a mushroom pushing its way out of the soil; so too, did the entity push for the surface. Like the bald head of a man freshly enchanted to grow forth a new set of hair; mushrooms push up from the earth covering the graves in a garden of reds, oranges, blues, and greens. Each of the Great Mother’s steps causing patches of mushrooms to grow with great speed.

When she reaches down to place a hand on one curious cap, so too does something reach up for her. Like a fallen comrade who is accepting the hand of another to be helped up from the ground, a hand made from fruiting blue slime surges from the earth to softly grasp the helping hand. Within moments the hand is strengthened by plant fibers and fungi structures.

All around and above the grave of each great Llieldasine, a green fruiting mold surged up to the surface, the heads resembling canines.

Allianda felt surprise and joy as something grabbed her hand. All gods felt it. The surge that touched into their very being.

A NEW GOD WAS BORN

She helped the one who had her hand pulling him or her gently from the soil. This was unexpected and thrilling. Life from Death. She got a small chuckle. Veldrin had a new son or daughter out of this as did she.

Glubokoya saw Allianda's eyes widen as her other self helped the new god.

"There is a new god."

As the great mother pulled on the hand, it felt as if there were more weight than simply a hand would allow. Pulling up the thing attached, blue slime mold would be pulled from the ground, the body stretching and at times snapping before green tendrils of plant matter catch hold and pull the body back together as she pulls. More and more, a barely humanoid form is extracted from the ground until finally the form is free from the earth. Its body still solidifying and becoming sturdier with all of the plant matter, it kneels before her. Both out of respect but also out of fatigue. It looks up at her and says, ”G-great Mother…what…” its voice was warbled and slow. When its form becomes more solid, a chitin shell - like a skin - begins to cover its body as it takes on a more androgynous form. Still kneeling, its voice now a bit more clear, ”Great Mother, where am I? W-what… am I?” it asks looking at its hands.

All around them, the graves are erupting with life. The next greatest Llieldisine give life to jackle like beasts made from molds, slimes, and mushrooms. Bioluminescent tendrils line its back in a facsimile of a mane that stretches to its tail. Their snouts are low as they sniff out the carrion and decay in the room. All but a few run out of the sacred place, in search of lost places to guard and stake out their territories, or looking for decaying things to feed upon.

The graves that held “lesser” Llieldisine burst forth with more life. Fruiting caps with soft tops release countless spores into the air, floating and falling based on the light in the air. Their glow is weak but with their great numbers, they enshroud the graveyard in an eerie violet twilight.

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He strolled, fully formed, from the jade darkness of the night. He walked among the Llieldasine and they saw him as one of their own, though perhaps lesser. To their eyes he was a wretch, covered in rags with a molting serpentine tail following behind him, obviously broken at least once.

He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. "What do you suppose it hides? What does it portend?" Those that heard him, that thought about his words, felt them echo. The idea settled into their minds and took root. Their kin noticed a change over weeks or months as they lost themselves in the darkness.

He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. Dwarf or Llieldasine, Wisp or Shadovar, he commented on the nature of things and his words would twist their thoughts. They would stick like a burr. Obsession. Paranoia. Schizophrenia. These were as footsteps to him.

He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. "What do you suppose those points of light are?" With his words others saw them. Hundreds. No, Thousands of them. Points of light in the sky.

He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. To a Shadovar he commented, [b]"I can see days to come... When the red moon blinds us to the sun a red tide will bring death from the waves." The Shadovar laughed at the fool. The moon was green, everyone knew this.

He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. "It comes." The Llieldasine that followed his gaze saw an astonishing sight. A red moon, smaller than the green, was rising over the horizon. It looked menacing to all that could see it. Far away, the mind of a Shadovar shattered. Soon there after, the eclipse happened.

He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun. Waves lapped at his feet as the first clawed appendage broke the surface and dug into the sand. He watched these beasts, these Moonstruck, move onto the isle. Horrendous beasts, touched by chaos, were insatiable. If one looked closely enough, with a mad eye, he could see that they might have once been peaceful beasts of the sea. Now they towered like houses and tromped, caterwauling, towards a small encampment of Shadowvar.

He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. He breathed deeply of the chaos surrounding him. The Moonstruck lay dead. All save one that returned to the waves. His words didn’t matter. The man hearing them wasn’t sound enough to understand them anyway.

Allianda smiled and would stroke the growing form. "You have changed. You are no longer mortal my dear. You are now one of the gods. A newborn god but if you look around, you are already influencing the world by bringing life into it." She would help him stand and would look around.

"When you all died I came to watch the funeral and make sure things were as they should be. Every one of my steps among the graves infusing it with life. Unfortunately, and in this case fortunately life of all kinds springs up around me." Smiles gently.

"Welcome to the world as the gods see it." She takes his hand and he has the chance to look around seeing the world with new eyes.

"There is a second new god born, this one from the multiverse itself. You are not alone as a younger god." Smiles and would feel the influence on her creations and sighs. Well, it seems she would be busy for a time as the concepts shared flooded her mind and she studied each.

With a smile she knew some strong healing magics could help with the madness but not all of it.

Seeing the second moon rise she would study it and nods to herself. She would have to visit but she wasn't going to leave her child here.

From the very air around the great mother and the fungus lord, a light coalesced into a humanoid form. Gathering the very light of existence into itself for a moment it flared into life. and stepped forth. "Greetings , Mother I came as the others called, but your people suffer without a means of expression." She waved her hand and grief arose from death and joy from birth, even the fungus knew satisfaction and hunger. "Thus all races shall know the emotions and express them appropriately" she uttered and the universe responded. She swiftly kissed Allianda and went out into the world. As she did she called back,"The name is Baxtra Flairchild". "Should you need me just call". Sweeping across the land, she noticed a distinct void in the biome and thus she created the sensual Silari, a slight but strong race with the grace and beauty she saw in nature but with a swift mind and the ability to learn anything. She granted them the ability to reproduce by exchanging part of both body and essence. She also arranged them in tribes and sent them out into the world.

Actions: Create mundane concept: Emotion Shared 1 AP Domains: Mind, Emotion, Rage.
Cosmic decree: all races shall have and express emotion. 5 AP Domains: Mind, Emotion, Rage.
Create Legendary Race: Silari 5 AP Domains: Life, Mind, Sex.
Create Mundane concept: Sex Shared 1 AP Domains: life, Sex.
Create Silari Society: Tribe 1 AP

Remaining AP: 2

I will also raise a small chain of islands for my own use using 1 AP and saving 1 for later.

Looking around and then at its hands, he asks slowly, “A god? I… then how… what do I do now? Why… why is… this happening?” looking around. Two of the Faolchu come closer, looking up to them both. He pets one of them and it nuzzles him affectionately as the other does the same to Alliandra. He says, ” There are others… as well… like me but… not like me… they seem… to have a… better grasp… than I… “ He looks at her and then at the new arrivals, ” I don’t know… if this is… right… I need… to find sanctuary…”

Returning to the place of her birth and seeking out the Great Mother. "Mother, I fear great evil may come from my actions if I do not think more clearly. Is being too open a strength or a weakness and who would I ask? Expressing a sorrowful expression as she waits for an answer.

Allianda smiled at Muthadh and nods. "Yes a god my child. You are newly born and it is normal to be disoriented. As for the why," Her shoulder s shrugged gently.

"The multiverse needed new life and so it promoted its growth in you and the other new gods." She gently stroked the creature and smiles.

"Oh, they may seem like they have a new grasp but like anyone with new power they like flexing it not realizing the new havoc they are causing. It will always be like that. Life is never static. As for Sanctuary, you can create yourself a sanctum. A place of power that is your domain and your power is strongest there."

When Baxtra returned she smiled and reached out stroking her cheek. "Dear one, you are passionate and quick to do things. It is your nature, but temperance will aid you in your en devour. You, created a cosmic decree without even looking to see what you are forcing onto people is actually there. There is more stirring on this planet, my Anya tells me everything. Including the birth of your new islands."

Shifting she stretched and taking their hands they felt themselves shift and they were floating above Anya looking at the world as it was, with the new moon orbiting it. "Interesting, a new moon. I will have to explore it and see what can grow there."

"Tell me of this race that now rests on Anya. I would like to know what they are and their purpose is. To create legendary life is a great thing." She lets them float in space and would look around. "Now, my children what are your questions."

She looked at Baxtra. "As to answer about being to open, it is both a strength and a weakness. A strength, because it gains others trust, a weakness because that openness can be used against you."

He growls and swings around, flipping slowly, "What is... this place...? This feeling... like my... body is being... pulled up... cannot tell... up from down..."

She chuckled and flipped him back upright. "This I have decided to call is space. Well, because there is so much of it. But if you push your will you can affect your body as if you were standing on Anya."

He nods looking around and then expresses his will on his body, to stay upright. "Hrm... still feel... strange... but Great... Mother teaches... I am honored..."

" The Silari walk the lands seeking knowledge and observing and enjoying the work of all the Gods. I made them beautiful and graceful to avoid most conflict but strong to survive what they cannot avoid. They are true omnivores and enjoy both meat and plant. I have been thinking of things to create to teach them but I am unsure if certain things should be my work or the work of others or some type of cooperative effort and so I have stopped creating for the moment to figure it out. I am drawn to all the Gods in one way or another although the Lord of Undeath gives me shivers. However even he has passions and desires. I do apologize if I stepped on any toes by rushing ahead but I felt the urge and it is a good thing I promise. It really, really is! You'll see. Oh, sure it could have some consequences but I'm sure the races can work those out. If not we may have to give them guidance but let's see what they can do. After all we didn't create them to be merely puppets, did we." she paused. "Well, maybe the undead, but they aren't really natural are they."

"Mother, would you grant my people knowledge of farming and medicine so they can use the herbs they find in their travels and grow more? I want my people to be as self-sufficient as possible so they can go anywhere." she smiled and then turning to the Fungus Lord she looked at him quizzically "Your fungi must have some abilities beyond merely breaking down the dead. Have you defined them yet? Are you going to give them cool defenses? You are made out of so many pretty colors but are they safe to touch?" She paused, tapping her foot on nothing while waiting for answers.

He looks at her, "W-what? I... do not... know how... I created... these creatures... They simply... came to be... along side me... If I... knew how... to help them... then I would... I am... Sorry."

The Beggar Prophet walks the grounds of a Llieldasine gathering, humming to himself and looking into the dark expanse.

"I understand how very confusing and somewhat frightening suddenly arising to power. I simply focused and exerted my will to achieve those things I did. Try something simple and it may work the same for you."
she reached over and stroked his face.

He frowns, "Simply focus... my will...? Will try..." He looks around the void, "Ummm... how we... get back...?"

"Visualize and focus on where you want to go. Unless you seek Nunya, you can pretty much go any where." she spins slowly in space with a thoughtful look on her face.

He nods and looks around thinking to himself, "Alright... need something to... help me here... well there is enough of this..." He will gather the shadows of the void around him, his form getting darker and more faded. His form is obscured slightly by swirling shadow as it whirls about his body. He looks at the others, "Ugh... uh... coming...?" he asks holding his arms out as if keeping a bubble from collapsing inward. When peered through the shadows, his form appears nearly monochrome (color is dimmed to 20% normal) and his colors bleed and blur together.

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Allianda smiled as the two talked and she just relaxed focusing her attention to her shard at Glubokoya's forge and her creations. Listening to Baxtra's request after she described her race she chuckled.

"Farming tends to be seasonal and sedentary. If your race is constantly traveling farming may not be for them. I have only taught the Shinoka's farming as of right now. They live underground. I haven't had time to teach it to my Llieldasine just yet. It might be better to do trading if your people are more nomadic." Smiles and looks at her.

"Medicines also take patience. Though, I have an idea for that. If your Silari can find rare herbs and items they can trade for medicines and such. Give me time to deliberate sharing such information.”

She would watch as Muthadh focused and pulled the shadows to him. ”You are learning. It will take some getting used to. I am still dealing with the fact life springs up around me even without trying. Now to navigate. Simply think of walking to a place. You don’t even really have to know exactly where you are going at first. Say, you want to go to the Dead Isle. Think of walking there and start walking. As a god, you have a type of “short road” that you can walk if you focus yourself into going somewhere.”

She would smile as they talked with each other. ”Someone is walking among the Llieldasine. I believe it is the new god that brought a strange new race to Anya and is possibly responsible for the new red moon. Unless it is yours my dear?” Allianda addressed Baxtra with that.

”I do not know, all that happens, but if it affects my children then I will know.” She straightens herself rubbing her stomach.

”Shall we go see who is walking among the Llieldasine?”

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At Glubokoya’s Forge

”Well, it seems we have at least three different fledgeling’s added. Would you like to meet them? You can separate a shard of yourself and travel with me as I return to myself. This goes for you also Nunya and Veldrin. I think it is best we properly introduce ourselves to the ones stirring things up.”

"I would love to travel with you to see your people, Mother. And no I didn't do the moon and I think I'm all together right now. Although splitting oneself to be in two places at once could be handy." She turns and looks at the two moons thoughtfully.

"Then you can meet me at the graveyard of the Llieldasine. Muthadh concentrate on the graveyard and think if walking and being there. Then start walking and you will find yourself there. I will let you try this on your own first." Allianda moves away a bit to allow him to try on his own.

Looking at Baxtra she smiled. Once everyone had gone there she would do the same.

Baxtra concentrates and springs off to Lliendasine graveyard. but sends a shard off to the forge to speak to the Forge Father.
"Hail Forge Father, You have a lovely hall. Will you be filling it with master craftsmen? Or will your people make a copy of it for their own use? Or both based upon which side of death they are on? Anyway I wanted to say I liked your idea of smithing the hard, durable metals for armor and weapons and was wondering if you were going to pursue the softer metals?" She twirled lightly as she waited for his answer.

He nods and says, "I will think... on the... urgh..." Like trying to hold an air bubble against the crushing pressures of the deep ocean, the shadow bubble collapses, "Oh mot-" with a silent poof, he is gone and shunted off to a shadowy area close to the Llieldisine graveyard. As he appears, glowing motes of bioluminesent spores pop into the air before settling. The shadows flowing apart like a incorporeal wind. The first sounds being of his voice "her..." Looking about he thinks to himself "Close enough..." and he will walk the remaining distance to the graveyard.

Baxtra concentrates and springs off to Lliendasine graveyard. but sends a shard off to the forge to speak to the Forge Father.

"Hail Forge Father, You have a lovely hall. Will you be filling it with master craftsmen? Or will your people make a copy of it for their own use? Or both based upon which side of death they are on? Anyway I wanted to say I liked your idea of smithing the hard, durable metals for armor and weapons and was wondering if you were going to pursue the softer metals?" She twirled lightly as she waited for his answer.

The first half of the statement after "Hail Forge Father." and before "Anyway" is ommitted.

Baxtra's shard traveled about the lands seeking out others to interact with. All other beings except hers were focused on a single aspect. She soon became bored and realized that as a God she could not last forever expending herself like mad, she must seek and pursue an agenda. Very few mortal races existed on the face of Anya but they would need help eventually and to do that, they must communicate. They had written languages thanks to Nunya and the Gods could speak to their people but they as yet could not speak to each other. So Baxtra thought very carefully. She had already messed up the world by not thinking. But they needed a way to talk verbally, didn't they? Why hadn't the others done it yet? Was there a foreseeable downside to it? Was it a good idea for her to do it? She really needed advise but could she trust the others enough to reveal her goals. Were they allies, rivals, or opponents. She had perceived each of them pursuing their passions and could if she focused she could even identify what the local passions were about, but she needed to figure out if passions were good or bad, and what made them so? Nunya would view her people as a threat to her secrecy unless some arrangement could be reached. Veldrin and the Beggar Prophet would view them as potential recruits. Allianda was only interested in life and the Fungus Lord was of similar bent. I occasionally sense other passions but have no clue who they may be generated by or what their goals may be. My people will need defenses and possibly attack abilities. But do I teach them to shed more blood then the hunt requires? "Is anyone about?"

Allianda smiled as the other gods showed up at the graveyard.

"Alright, now you have questions and wish to see my people." She masked her presence so the mortal's perceived her as just one of there. The Llieldasine were tending the lands nurturing it. While you could see them they hid the area they lived and communed. The graveyard was out in the wilds far from their actual living area. They lived off the land taking only what they needed.

"I have more I need to teach them. But I must do it slowly and patiently. To much can flood them and some things can overwhelm them. They move and act on their own. They take the knowledge how they want and use it. Even if I am their creator there are other gods they can worship."

Nunya tela ports to Mommy. And stands back and watches as new gods appear. She hides in the shadows as these guys talk with Mommy and Bruder. She smiles and giggle. And decide that these guys are Fratello, Testver.

"But couldn't you teach a few so they could guide the rest? or would that make them overwhelmed? would the others be jealous? or would they think the guide to be insane?" she gazed around at the gods and waited for answers.

Turning from his Forge, Glubokaya Gora looked at the Great Mother. "There is work that is being done, but I will go with you to see these new Gods of the world."

Pumping the bellows then banking the coals, he turns to Alliandra.

"Lead the way, Great Mother."

"Follow me." She said leading those at the forge to her llieldasine enclave.

The group standing in an Enclave of the Llieldasine soon sees a second Allianda walk up and touch hands with the one already standing there and they merge into one.

"Now that we are all here. Baxtra, Muthadh, this is Glubokaya Gora, the Forge Father. I know there is another fledgeling here if he wishes to show himself." Smiles looking around. This is for you Beggar god. You can come up and introduce yourself

"I always appear to them as a mother and gently teach and guide those who wish to listen. Over time enough listen and pass on the lesson. There is always an adjustment period. Such as using fire to cook things. Took a while since Llieldasine do not like fire."

As I said she will greet the forge father as above"Is this all? surely there are a few more to build all we see in this world. I can see why they do not like fire. But your people, Forge Father, they must love fire and metal, even as you do. Perhaps my people will be able to assist the others by transporting things in their travels? I'll have to think on it." she absentmindedly swayed back and forth and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

Muthadh will stick to the shadows while listening intently. These are all gods and goddesses, he wonders "These are all beings of creation... but what about me? I am responsible for the brief life of a few simple things and I still do not know how I did it!" He plays silently with some shadows. Manipulating them and practicing more articulate control, but he knows it is more to pass the time rather than do anything powerful with it. He doesn't even know where to begin.

Allianda would move and guides everyone to a simple area away from the mortals. Even motioning over to the new god, the beggar prophet.

"Alright, all gods can travel. Fly, walk, swim, and climb anywhere they want. Also, you can teleport to any place you have been or seen. You cannot enter someone's sanctum, IF you find it and know where it is without first asking permission." She shows this by floating above the ground.

"Secondly, should you create something, then you will know when something effects it. This doesn't mean you can see and hear everything your people do. It just means if another god effects your creations you will know."

Brings her hands together and they watch an orange, insectoid creature resembling the nymph stage of a cicada. Its ovoid body is segmented, and it has six pairs of legs. The foremost pair of legs is the largest and has sharp claws at the tips. There are five specks on its forehead and three teeth on either side of its mouth. It has circular eyes with large pupils.

Red-and-yellow mushrooms known as tochukaso grow on this creature's back. The mushrooms can be removed at any time, and grow from spores that are doused on this creature's back at birth by the mushroom on its mother's back. Tochukaso are parasitic in nature, drawing their nutrients from the host creature's body in order to grow and exerting some command over the creature's actions. For example, the creature drains nutrients from tree roots due to commands from the mushrooms. The mushrooms are also popular among collectors and have medicinal uses, usually involving extended life.

"This is an example of how to create. You focus your will into making something whole. Now, you can create anything you want, but to make it permanent you must put a part of yourself into it." They all feel a slight surge as she gives the plant creature life. Suddenly hundreds of them show up around them and they flock around Muthadh Ealaidh. The one in her hands, bigger than the rest moves to him and crawls into his lap.

"These are simple plant creatures. They are not that intelligent but I gift them to you Muthadh. So you can study them and how to create. Also, to give you company." Smiles warmly.

Turns to Baxtra and power surges again as a a quadruped, canine Pokémon. It has orange fur with black stripes along its back and legs. The fur on its muzzle, chest, belly, and tail is cream-colored, as well as an additional tuft of fur on top of its head. It's coat is noticeably longer on its chest and tail. It has gray eyes, a black nose, and large, round ears. Its forepaws have two visible claws, while its hind paws have three toes each. Each paw has a brown pad. Purring it rubbed against Baxtra and swatted at a mushroom creature that came to close seeking Baxtra's attention.

"I make animals and plants for the gods that are unique homages to each. So even if they fade those creatures will live on." She shifts and looks at the beggar and would make a very unique creature. A quadruped, mammalian with a dark blue to gray body covered in white fur. It has a ruff around its neck and chest and a tuft on the top of its head adorned with a single blue-black oval. It has a feline face with almond-shaped, red eyes, a scythe-like tail, and a sickle-shaped horn on the side of its head. Its broad feet are equipped with three claws each, and spikes protrude from the heels of its hind legs and the elbows of its front legs.

"This creature can sense when natural disasters are to happen and will try to warn the races it is nearby instinctively, though unable to communicate." She sighed smiling. "You may name these creatures whatever you wish. Now, any other questions?"

"oh...Thank you Mother." turning to the creature, she pets it and tussles the tuft on top of its head"Your name is Dineros, and those fungus creatures are not dangerous. If you want to play make sure you don't hurt them." She spins to face Allianda again. "I felt some of what I have unleashed may have inadvertently caused harm. But I still feel it was right to do. Is it better to do what I feel is right or do what others might feel better about?