Geiyara will save her points, and vote to continue this age
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From the fur of every type of bear found in the world, Geiyara shared with them her wisdom. "These... are Ursine.
"Look to me... Ursine.
Then she took various mice from the world, and grew them to the size of 3 feet, then shared ... some of her wisdom. "These... are Skritt.
DM: These races aren't exactly meant to be playable, but could if you wanted them to be. For the Ursine I'd imagine them to be hardy and wise, but might lack intelligence. For the Skritt I'd imagine them to be very agile, but lacking in all mental stats.
I'll have a post up later today
Geiyara will wait out this turn, but still vote for this age to continue.
Geiyara extends the swamp on either side of the bay.
"I like these... Goliath. Thank you..."
I'm pretty much making it up as I go
"I will... look after her... creations" "This time... I make new creations... strong and proud..." Rising from the earth of the tundra were the Bulettes, massive creatures with natural plates for defense. Great fireballs fell into the sky, exploding into flying Griffons. Majestic winged lions soared into every corner of the world.
I'm sorry that happened to you, DM. Hopefully everything works out
Up to you DM, I'm just putting in nature creatures to flavor the world.
"Hmmmmm.... I almost forgot..." Geiyara slowly turned her attention to the plains. "Here... I give another new life" From her energy, the first Centaurs began to roam the lands.
Dear God I thought you were dead!
Geiyara would like to go back to the previous age... but will keep to this one
TL:DR:
I made Merfolk and Driads Geiyara then reaches from her roots into the mortal world. From it, she took many things: The branch of an elder tree within the Fellorn Forest, 3 pints of water from the flood plain mountain, a fragment of the moonlit crystal plains, a poisonous frog from the swamp lands, and the magma of the great volcano. For now, she kept all but the branch and water. Holding each in her hands, fire erupted and consumed them both. She took the ashes of the branch and placed it back within the Fellorn Forest. She then collected the evaporated mist and sent it into the sea. Within the Fellorn Forest lay a new creature. Nearly as tall as a human, this woman's skin looked as though it was made of bark. Her hair made of leaves which swayed to and fro, and took on the colors of the seasons. Thus, the Dryads came to be. Within the sea, Geiyara's blessed mist was breathed by the fish, who in turn slowly grew and developed the torso, face, arms, and hair of a human. They swam within the sea, tending to the balance of all creatures within. Thus, the Merfolk came to be.
"Yhev... you are so distant...
By all means, have at em!
"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
Oh shit! Sorry I thought we had paused my bad my bad my bad
I'll take a look through the applicants shortly. Geiyara will contribute far more from now on.
I'll be back up and running soon. Everything is pilling up
Sorry for the delay. I've had a death in the family...
Geiyara simply finishes the jungle area.
"Almost time..."
"Soon... I will bring...life. Moving life... like yours. For now... more jungle."
"Many... civilizations rising... I hope no... destruction"
My guess is Intelligence or Wisdom. They probably won't be a race of incredible learning.
"My power... wilting. I need more time." Geiyara doesn't seem to react to the bikerings of the Gods.
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?"
Geiyara's index finger planted grass seed south of the flood plains in the west. Then she rose a small bluff south of the waterfall mountain. Miolla... what will live hmmmm with those... crystals?
Geiyara listened to Aurus' words carefully, and for many years contemplated his plea. At last she reopened her eyes, and said the following. "Yes... Sparklings need food to survive. But you misunderstand... giver of spark... I grow not for the children... What will Sparkling do... With my blessing? As I bless them... know. They can lose it... if they don't respect." With that, a leaf falls from Geiyara's hair into the map itself. Laying on the east side of the island, the leaf transforms into plants and trees, forming a thin but sustaining forest. Berries, herbs and small animals keep the forest going.
Reacting to the everlasting farmlands, Geiyara replies. "The creatures... They think themselves kings... Kings of animals, kings of trees, kings of life... They are not. I fight them... To have balance."
Sorry, had a few rough days. Back now
That's pretty cool, Aurus
Geiyara wakes up after dozing off from the Gods' bickering. She raises her bark eyebrows in wonder of Aurus' creation. "You... the one they called thief,
She then studies the map before her. "Mountains so tall... but no life nearby." She then regrows her index finger, injecting water and grass seed next to the river. "Flies... frogs... fish..."
A Marigold floats over towards Aurus
Another two marigolds float into the air, landing in the laps of Miolla and Moranus.
Just like Pandorica said, smack in the Scribes' Valley
Geiyara seemed half asleep as the Gods spoke, but upon hearing the word 'civilization', the Goddess awoke. "Civilization... the destruction... no" Geiyara extends her index finger to the valley created, and injects a swamp within it. She then extends her hands outwards, launching two marigold flowers into the air. They spiral around, and land on the laps of Temeron and Miolla. "I... Thank you..."
"Where... is the last... of us?"
I'm perfectly fine with having a specific counter to Geiyara. Hopefully though, you will also take part in your own creations, rather than always destroying/corrupting my own.
Yeah I think it's perfectly fine. Geiyara could really use some counter balance. If anyone thinks of picking up fire, that might be a good idea as well. Originally I pictured Geiyara as more a God of elements, but I ran out of room for domains. Instead, I focused on plants and animals, which I think is a good direction to go.
"Where life travels... I follow... Create as you ... please... God of Earth... I... bring life ... to your creations... That... is my way..."
Geiyara turns again to "Na-Rizzer" "Life... cannot be without death... Creatures must eat... must contest for food... must balance I ... do not hate Na-Rizzer... But I will rage... rage against the... dying of the light..." She then turns her attention to Moranus "I .. greet you... Mountain Man. I am ...Geiyara. We... both Gods... of the earth."
"I am Groo....Geiyara"
Geiyara speaks incredibly slowly, so much so that it is likely to bore the other gods. She faces the tall white haired woman and nods respectfully, her leaf hair swaying as if in a breeze.
She then faces the large board and, with the growing of her index finger, makes a circle in the very center of the land. "Big trees" She says A large forest erupts from the soil, sprouting giant sized oaks, their large branches lurch in all directions like flailing limbs frozen in place. A large collection of trees like this, covered in moss. It's meant to be a deep, old forest. Similar to the fangorn forest in LOTR.
Moranus, head over to the Gameplay section
Slowly, the roots around Geiyera's chair grow. Twisting and turning they wrap around the chair and each other until finally forming a tree no taller than 6ft. The branches grow and spiral in all directions, each sprouting leaves of colors ranging from mint green to scarlet. The trunk then begins to shift, revealing a roughly made female figure within it. Her skin is a mix of bark and flesh, with specks of brown, green, and pale pink. One of her eyes is covered in moss, the other is white with a brown iris and black pupil. Her hands are made of intertwined branches, and her legs, barely apparent, are rooted into the tree. She naked body sways in the wind, for the mother of nature is not ashamed. "I... live" is all she says.
"How... tired, this land is." "Like a sapling... slumbering, in the winter." "Awaken, young sapling." "Soon, the world will be born..."
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