Leafar the Light's page

In Lighton the people have a calendar based on the turnings of the Light Moon Lepharmon, which turns around Beriya seven times a year. It is based on the seven days of creation, which is written in the Codex of Lights. According to the first book of the Codex, called "Creation", the world was created in seven days by the Maker. Who the Maker was is a mystery, but He came from the Great Unknown.

Despite the occurrences, Esil'dar still visited the Giant Chess Board daily to see of the Black Desert Avatar at least remained there. And of he did, he would continue to play games of the mind with the Avatar, as well as attempt to teach him more of Ba'gua'las, the Elven game, in hopes that he would perhaps learn his own place within the world and realize both the importance of balance and that to keep it, one must have not only deserts, but all kinds of terrain.

Perhaps, the avatar's evil nature would be redeemable.

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The Six all disagreed. Each would explain that every one of them knew the risk and they each agreed to allow Merlin the use of the black sand. Wherever Stagbrow may be, they could only hope that he finds peace.

Ae, however would add: "Merlyn knew full well also that the consequences would be his disallowance to visit this forest unless the circumstances are truly dire. He is still our dear friend and once a favorite student, however. Everyone paid a price to keep the balance this time."

Esil'dar nodded. "We have lost one of our own and expended the power of Lae'adar (The Druid Stones). Everyone has paid."

Netura returned to the Great Forest where she trained to become a Druid. The gardens of Lighton had been destroyed, Leafar made her a goddess, and then he left. However, she refused to go. She kneeled in front of the World Tree and said:

"I know that Archdruid Stagbrow was taken from you due to Merlyn's actions. I cannot stay there now and I refuse to go to the Realm of Light with Leafar. I humbly ask to return here and become the seventh Archdruid. I will await your decision."

Through a Dreamvision Farael spoke to me. The gods were leaving Beriya and establishing their own realms among the Far Realms, which exist at the barrier between the Material and Immaterial Planes of Existance. He is right. We should not be here. It would be acceptable if we sent Avatars in our place. There always comes a time when Gods must leave the worlds they create. It happens on all worlds; it even happened on Earth.

Very well, I will go to the Realm of Light, and there welcome souls to the Light. I will leave the ruling of Lighton to others. A new Patriarch must be chosen. Let the people of Lighton decide that on their own. Farewell, Beriya!

And in a flash of light he was gone...

The Big Giant Destroyer Head rolled through the Labyrinth of Light. It broke down walls, rolled over defenders like the Couatl, and caused havoc. It laughed and sang, badly, until it rolled into the Star Chamber where Leafar lived. Then it stopped.
NOW I WILL ROLL OVER YOU, LEAFAR!

Leafar reached out and stopped him with the Hand of Light.
No, Head of the Destroyer, I cannot be rolled over. There is no life in you, for you just a shadow of what you were. However, I can stop you from hurting other. To you I proclaim...BANISHMENT!
Leafar picked up the Destroyer Head, and through him into the Void to drift forever through the stars, banished forever from Beriya...

Leafar called the druid Netura before him in the Labyrinth of Lights.
Netura, you have served me well. You became a druid with the Elves of the Great Forest, and you have tended the gardens here. Also, you have trained other druids here to protect nature. Now, I must ask more of you. Before evil comes to attack us in Lighton, I shall make you a Goddess of Nature. I ask you to go and serve all of Beriya.
Leafar touched Netura's forehead and she was filled with divine light. Then she disappeared...

They were too far from Lighton to assist and they had yet to build their home properly, for unlike the Dark Elves, they did not possess creatures to do their bidding and build for them. While the Bright Ones certainly wished to come and help Leafar and his people, they could only offer their prayer and hope for their survival.

"Forgive us, Leafar. I wish we had means of faster travel and could reach your city to stop the undead horde. May luck be with you and fate be kind to you and your people."

Finnegan, I hear your words and you are forgiven. Send help to the Great Forest instead! I cannot help them now. I must deal with Nevara and her allies for now. All of Primeva is threatened by the power behind the Black Desert. I they are not stopped all of Beriya will become covered by sand!

Leafar the Light wrote:

Goth Guru wrote:

Nevara the Night Queen wrote:

In her valley Nevara finished her song with the Destroyer Head, because due to the symbite he could now talk, but he sang badly. She was considering making a calendar after she took over the world. It would have 12 months and she would name the first month after herself. She decided to take a bold action and she summoned her high priest.

Vicar Vorrak, summon the Necromancers! Have them assemble the undead army! We will attack Lighton at dusk tonight! Perhaps the Dark Elves will join us.

The Big Giant Head,"Queen Nevara, Leafar may be on some sort of vacation, but the Paladins of Lighton have built up to a full quarter of the population. Would you like me to smash through the Maze of Light so your troops can get into the city quicker?"

I can assure you, Mr. Guru, that I am not on a "vacation". I remain in the Layrinth of Light, and Lighton will be ready. Patriarch Palas will assemble his Paladins to stop Nevara's invasion. My Couatl will help defend me. The Light will prevail.

The WormLord,"While I backed the ritual that brought the symbiots to animate life, they are out of my control. I'm willing to provide support in undead, cultists, and whatever wormpeople still follow me, to both sides. I'm a chaotic evil god."

Wormlord, I want no help from you! I will make no alliances with evil gods of any alignment! Even now Sour Knights ked by a Platinum Dragon are coming to our aid. Repent, Wormlord, and accept the Light!

Nevara the Night Queen wrote:

In her valley Nevara finished her song with the Destroyer Head, because due to the symbite he could now talk, but he sang badly. She was considering making a calendar after she took over the world. It would have 12 months and she would name the first month after herself. She decided to take a bold action and she summoned her high priest.

Vicar Vorrak, summon the Necromancers! Have them assemble the undead army! We will attack Lighton at dusk tonight! Perhaps the Dark Elves will join us.

The Big Giant Head,"Queen Nevara, Leafar may be on some sort of vacation, but the Paladins of Lighton have built up to a full quarter of the population. Would you like me to smash through the Maze of Light so your troops can get into the city quicker?"

I can assure you, Mr. Guru, that I am not on a "vacation". I remain in the Layrinth of Light, and Lighton will be ready. Patriarch Palas will assemble his Paladins to stop Nevara's invasion. My Couatl will help defend me. The Light will prevail.

Farael the Fallen wrote:

Question on the Moons. I know there is a neutral Moon that was already here, the one you are terraforming. Then another god, was it DK, created a dark or evil moon that caused a...

The Murmur's moon isn't dark or evil, and it didn't cause earthquakes. It caused floods only because it meant a huge change in the pull of the tides (and the tides were already pretty high thanks to Leafar's constant rain), and it caused darkness because of an eclipse.

The Murmur wrote:

I will cast down one of my million-sided dice, and fling it down upon the earth below! A shadow passes over the world. Rising tides spasm and flood the land as a second, smaller moon appears in the sky. For one night, the glutted oceans overflow from the new moon's pull, drowning farms and cities of both the Dogar and the armies of light as an eclipse brings about a day of darkness.

The Murmur calls the moon "Deemelyun".

I see When I created the Light Moon it was to counter the Murmur's moon that was causing flooding in the First Age However, the moon is still up there and it reflects the light of the Sun brightly. I shall name it Lepharmon, which means "light moon" in the Ancient Tongue.

In a place of battle and ending, broken plates and scattered parts are collected by an invisible traveler.

In a mountain keep of quiet contemplation, data is recovered and systems are analyzed and rebuilt.

In a shattered section of a once-flying city, a foundry is reactivated and an updated design is produced. The city and then the foundry itself is converted into many, many copies of an updated design.

***

With the threat dead, the fire dies. Once again my D'kin begin to slow, a world without want is a world without drive. But with what capital remains I finagle the ruling council to re-establish communication with the surface. Quickly enough the plight of those NOT living in protected domes and safe mountain cities filters into the consciousness of the nation of the scale. It is weak, but it is enough, and with desire comes drive.

Final Harvest is repurposed, instead of leaving this world entirely, we shall once again build upon it. The clans are linked with communication networks and yearly conclaves. The new powersuits constructed by Probe One are delivered to those in the world, and exploration across the ocean to the east begins. There is a continent on the other side, but with diving capabilities, there is much to explore along the way.

Exploration within is matched with exploration without, a vessel is prepared to launch into the black, and begin phase 2 of the starmapping project. Sadly, calculatrix will take a long time to rebuild, but then, there is no need to rush as long as progress continues.

Addendum: After review of recovered logs, a quiet service has been held for probe 2 and probe 3. A statue was contructed in the capital, dedicated to the spirit of sapience and the dignity of all thinking, willful beings. Probe 1 declined attendance, citing lack of will. It seems sad, but it *is* what I built him for.

***

2 days before launch, a secondary process reveals an overlooked detail. A moving shadow from the great beyond is coming, it will come...

Bo-Ring of Seven, I would learn more about this coming Shadow from Beyond...

The Settlement of the Bright Ones

Finnegan was chief among those who chose to walk the path of good and tradition, for he was once a general among the elven armies, a natural born leader with words able to shake elf and non-elf alike into inspiration. When the World Tree punished him for his foolish blasphemies, he realised just how much he had lost, however his pride disallowed him to return and beg for forgiveness as the Low Elves had. Instead, he sought the guidance of Leafar, for his teachings felt closer to him and he had occasionally offered the foreign god a prayer or two.

The elves which followed him instead of Gu'lain wished for stability and peace, not chaos and war. They may have been manipulated by Gu'lains sweetened words of superiority in the past, but when the pain of slaying their own kin over something so foolish and insignificant left a deep scar in the Light Elven people. When Finnegan spoke of Leafar and his ideals, the Bright Ones all agreed that this was to be their new path and that perhaps fate itself had been leading them to this path.

However, despite their path of redemption, none wished to settle in Lighton, where different races mixed and mashed endlessly, creating an odd and impure society with loose traditions and culture. They kept to their isolationist ways and travelled far to the south for many many years, in search of a land by which they would be inspired and could call it their own with pride.

Eventually, the nomadic Light Elves found a mighty chain of mountains ridden with waterfalls and trees aplenty beneath. Although they had steeled themselves never to pick a forest as their home, they could not resist having at least some of it around. And so, they settled upon these mountains calling them the Quor'Adal, which meant the Sun Towers. Upon these peaks, they would be closer than anyone to the greatest source of light of all - The Sun.

Finnegan sat atop a great stone, looking down at the valley beneath.

"Leafar, we have sinned...

Finnegan, your sins are forgiven. I give my blessings to you and your people. If you ever need help, please call on my Patriarch Palas for assistance. Please spread my teachings that are written in the Codex of Lights to all people on Primeva and Beriya. Peace of the Lights to you.

In a place of battle and ending, broken plates and scattered parts are collected by an invisible traveler.

In a mountain keep of quiet contemplation, data is recovered and systems are analyzed and rebuilt.

In a shattered section of a once-flying city, a foundry is reactivated and an updated design is produced. The city and then the foundry itself is converted into many, many copies of an updated design.

***

With the threat dead, the fire dies. Once again my D'kin begin to slow, a world without want is a world without drive. But with what capital remains I finagle the ruling council to re-establish communication with the surface. Quickly enough the plight of those NOT living in protected domes and safe mountain cities filters into the consciousness of the nation of the scale. It is weak, but it is enough, and with desire comes drive.

Final Harvest is repurposed, instead of leaving this world entirely, we shall once again build upon it. The clans are linked with communication networks and yearly conclaves. The new powersuits constructed by Probe One are delivered to those in the world, and exploration across the ocean to the east begins. There is a continent on the other side, but with diving capabilities, there is much to explore along the way.

Exploration within is matched with exploration without, a vessel is prepared to launch into the black, and begin phase 2 of the starmapping project. Sadly, calculatrix will take a long time to rebuild, but then, there is no need to rush as long as progress continues.

Addendum: After review of recovered logs, a quiet service has been held for probe 2 and probe 3. A statue was contructed in the capital, dedicated to the spirit of sapience and the dignity of all thinking, willful beings. Probe 1 declined attendance, citing lack of will. It seems sad, but it *is* what I built him for.

***

2 days before launch, a secondary process reveals an overlooked detail. A moving shadow from the great beyond is coming, it will come...

If you are making Paladinish power armor, then make contact Patriarch Palas in Lighton. The Order of Palas actually has Paladins now, and I am sure Palas would approve. He is actually a...Couatl you know. Palas took humanoid form to look more like me. However his yellowish skin and glowing eyes give him away.

Bo-Rak followed the three men through the twisting corridors of the Labyrinth of Lights, until they came to the center. There was the throne where Leafar the Light sat on a throne made of starlight. It was too beautiful to describe. Before him stood three men: Palas, Dar-Khan, and Alsokar.
Come and join us, Bo-Rak. The battle of Lighton and the First War is over. There must be some sort of judgment. Until Men are able to rule themselves, I must be the judge.

Bo-Rak bravely stepped forward, and he stood beside Dar-Khan. At least he was Human.

First, to my champion Palas, you lead 1,000 warriors against ten thousand Obsidion Men. You personally slew thosands of them with your own sword! Truly, you were one with Lights. The warriors who followed you called themselves Paladins! In your name I shall create the Order of Palas, so others can follow your path. I shall also name you my first Patriarch. From this day forward you shall rule Lighton in my name. Go in peace, my friend."

Palas looked stunned, and wept, but he nodded and left.

Second, to Dar-Khan and Bo-Rak, my human friends. You both fought bravely in the battle and without your help the Destroyer would not have been destroyed. I could only delay the Destroyer's path. I could not slay him. You have my eternal thanks. I proclaim both of you to be Kings among your people. Go and lead them well. Dark times shall return to Beriya one day, and Kings will be needed to lead the people through those trials. Go in peace."

Not knowing what to say, the two Humans nodded thanks and left.

And that leaves you, Alsokar. You, who released the dark sword that freed the Destroyer. We have that sword now. It is hidden in this Labyrinth, and even I do not know where. We could not destroy it, so we hide it What shall I do with you? What shall be your fate?"

"I know I released the Destroyer and I must pay for that sin. I accept my punishment."

"Punishment? It was you who saved us all, with help of course, but it was you. Hopefully I can find your friends to thank them, but they are hidden from me for the moment. For you I give pardon for all sins you have committed. Outside forces influenced you. You are free to go or to stay, as you wish. However, I must say to you now that the city of Primeva has been destroyed and many Primevans were lost. Also, across this land you are known as the one who released the Destroyer. You would not be safe out there and even here in Lighton there are those who would harm and hate you. I cannot protect you from hatred, my friend."

"Then where shall I go? What will I do?"

"My advice to you is to go West. Even now survivors of the War go there to make new lives. Its a place where anyone can start a new life. A man with your skills would be needed there. Go in peace, my friend, and sin no more."

Then it was over. Twelve Men and women dressed in white armor lead him out of the Labyrinth of Lights, and they pointed West. They bowed to him, out of respect, and
then left him alone. His power armor was gone, he had no weapons, and he was alone.

For the first time in years, it seemed, he felt...happy. He started walking west...

Leafar looked across the battlefield at the dead, and he wept. He saw the Destroyer grow so large that he blocked out the Sun. Leafar knew that help was coming. He knew that somehow the Destroyer would be destroyed. He was actually too powerful. He was out of balance in this new world. Why could he create and destroy?

Leafar used all of his godly might, he grew to a size equal to the Destroyer. His light canceled out the darkness. The Destroyer stopped...

From the top of my Labyrinth of Lights I see the Destroyer. He has been attacked by a seven headed dragon and blinded. He literally blows the dragon away, and I see "it" fly at great speed across the sky to the unknown lands of the west. He then takes pieces of his skin and creates smaller versions of himself. If I am not mistaken there are many thousands of them, and they are headed this way. I speak to my greatest warrior.

"Palas, call the holy warriors and meet the dark army of the Destroyer that is headed this way! Call the Couatl to join you! Call all creatures and people from Lighton who can fight! Fight for the Lights!"

I see Palas, dressed in his white armor, lead the holy warriors and the people of Lighton into battle. They are outnumbered 10 to 1, but they do not care. They carry their holy swords, that burn with righteous flame, and their shields of faith. I also prepare myself. If the Destroyer gets this far, I will die defending the Labyrinth of Lights, and then join the Lights in the Heavens forever...

No, it is too soon. I summon the conductive metals of the earth and infuse it with Primeval Electricity, thus the creation of the God Matrix, I enter the first and second code ever on Beriya.

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The War titans teleport to Lighton to defend it to their last breath.

I also destroy the Killers.

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As a god of light I accept your apology. How many war titans will defend Lighton? We welcome your aid. Our White Dragons are fighting Obsidion Dragons. My Couatl will fight with you. We also have a thousand holy warriors dedicated to defending the Lights. They are being lead by my greatest warrior of light; his name is Palas.

Through the air sails a dragon of shining platinum, snatching Alsokar out of the air. Seven heads roar as the dragon carries Alsokar and the dragon-slaying sword away from the mountain at breakneck speed.

Even as it does so, the aluminum and silver fly towards the mountain's center. They are creatures of evil, but the destruction of the world will mean their deaths—and the restoration of balance. They fly to do battle with the Destroyer.

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Include seven White Dragons in your dragon tracker; they leave Lighton and join the other dragons to fight the Destroyer. All of Primeva, and perhaps all of Beriya, are at stake.

The dragon offered Ae to remain mortal, while the god offered him godhood. Before the Druid the possibilities and things he could accomplish flashed in a brilliant light of inspiration, yet also came with it the impossible grief of no longer being connected to the World Tree and its creator. He was torn, and his body shivered to show it.

Temptation was great, yet loss was also painful. As with all things, however, Ae had found his inner centre within this turmoil. Found the eye of the storm, bringing him tranquility and clarity of mind as a different path opened up before the Druid. A path that could not possibly be more beneficial to nature.

"I can not explain in words of any language, even Elven, how honored I am and cannot possibly share my emotions... However a conclusion I have reached. I thank both of you, O' Leafar and Great Dragon." - the elf allowed a pause to settle in before he would continue with a decisive inhale of air. "However, I can not bring myself to be set apart from nature and all its wonders, for to be a god is to be above nature, even if still mysteriously within it, as is the Earth's Child. I shall remain mortal and I shall stay within the Circle of Life, for if I were to exit, I would not be able to understand it and in such, unable to fathom a way to truly guard it." - he turned to the great city before him: "However, a garden I shall indeed make. I shall take one of Lighton's residents and train him in the art of Druidism, so that he and his successors may watch over it. Leafar, I humbly request that you choose those who you deem to be worthy, and of them, I shall choose one who I deem worthy. In that, balance will be kept and none shall be shown favoritism."

There is but one member of the Light who I can send. Long has she cared for the woodlands near Lighton, and there can be no one more worthy of your teachings. Her name is Netura, a proud Human Shaman who left her tribe to come to Lighton, and I offer her to you. Teach her well, Ae of the Woods.

And so as time passed, the elves grew drunk with their gifts from various gods and deities, basking in good fortune and nature's favoritism both. Before long, these fair creatures grew lax and lazy, eventually abandoning the path of progress and cultural development for pleasures and arrogance, as its need declined. Any diplomatic attempts to contact the elves were as futile as attempting to get the Earth's Child to focus his childish mind onto diplomatic issues and politics between his fellow gods, for the Elves would not waste their time upon lesser races. The World Tree witnessed this decline and as his little god rested within his mighty branches and leaves, he attempted to reach out and speak to his children... Only to have his words fall upon deft ears, for the sound of laughter and idle banter blotted his soft whispers out and deafening the elves to the voice of even their patron.

Yet somewhere within the forest two elongated, lean ears managed to focus upon the voice of their Father, hearing his worries and pleas. His name was Ae of the Oak and there was no Druid more dedicated to The Earth's Child and the World Tree than him, for he was indeed the last of them left. Upon hearing the Tree's divine guidance his soul would become greatly worried, for his eyes were opened to the wrongdoings of his kind. The next day, the Druid would set out on a grand venture, traveling towards the Labyrynth of Light to seek out Leafar the Light. The result of Ae's spiritual journey around the Earthmother's skin would determine the future of the Elven race, for he sought answers to questions of spirituality and meaning.

His journey is a vulnerable one, for his ears are open and whispers of both evil and good may enter them.

Ae of the Woods

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Ae of the Woods, I feel as though we have wronged you. I feel as though you have served the Earth Child and World Tree faithfully, so I offer you godhood! There is both a light and darkside of nature, and you can serve the Lights and Nature. Join us in godhood as a protector of nature. No one deserves it more. Plant a garden in Lighton and feel welcome here.

All beings who oppose darkness are welcome in the Labyrinth of Light!

I am lightminder, a minor deity and member of a deities co-op, I do hinges and little bendy things. Thieves pray to me and offer oil ritualistically to keep dreaded squeaks from giving them away. Young lovers sneaking out to hold hands and share dreams also offer me oils. On this world the greatest of my dreams is realized, from small seams of metal I use a great portion of my power to call onto being hinger-flies, like door hinges delicately wrought, that flap about and fly to live in oily corners, symbiotically harvesting a tithe of velvety flocks of slowly migrating moss, and depositing their spores as they rest from flapping clumsily.

The hinges persistently fly, and when too tired or too wind blown, they fold and unfold inch worming sideways. The moss thrives on oily things and waxy things and some soldiers intentially engender the moss as it camouflages their gear and silences the clatter in soft velvety layers. It is fire resistant and the velvety moss also loves to gather under the lips of cauldrons. In some races it has the effect when eaten of calming them in contentment , in others it is a stimulant that helps them work extra hours when the moss fouled candles come into use.
When the weather gets warm the effects of the moss are greater and rebellious youth lay their oil in puddles in the woods while hinger-flies flock and flutter, and when that have done their work a portion of the hinger-flies are netted to be sold to the smithy to be bashed out in sheets to make the armour that the moss most favours.

Lightminder, welcome to our world! By your name, I hope you will join me in the Lights, and help spread their message to all corners of this mostly undefined world. Blessings!

Ah. I was assuming this whole world started out mostly empty, and grew only as we added to it. It kinda defeats the purpose of me redefining the meaning of the word "dragon" if normal Pathfinderish dragons can just get retconned in, which is why I'm put off by it.

It'd be totally different if they'd been added in. That would allow the Murmur (and others) to react to it, and it'd keep following the original "rules" set out. I just didn't understand how the game worked. :P

I will make a change that Leafar reached out and brought the Seven White Dragons here from another world, then quickly converted them to the Light,in order to protect Lighton from other dragons. That way it fits into the ongoing narrative.

Leafar the Light wrote:

Gulian wrote:

The Druid stared in awe and amazement at the great platinum beast before him, being cut off from his god and patron so subtly and softly, that even he, the most devout, did not notice. Looking back at the great city, the Druid looked upon it and saw visions of great forests being felled, of land being struck with metal objects and of the earth being drilled for ore of all kinds. Deep hatred settled in the druid's heart as his lips pursed and his form seethed.

Yet, his nature, as all elves, is fundamentally good. Just as the Druid would fall into darkness, he seemed to recover for just one moment, turning to ask the beautiful dragon.

"But, Great Dragon, is not this place that of Leafar, The Lord of Light? Does not he wish only good upon the world and its many creatures? Is it truly right to hate his city...?"

Leafar hears the druid speak his name and he blesses him.

"Blessed are you, my friend, for rejecting darkness for Light!"
Leafar then prays, and from the far north come seven White Dragons who have accepted the Light. They tell Leafar they will protect Lighton.
He is pleased.

Are the White Dragons couatls, or a new species Leafar just created? Currently, I'm pretty sure the only dragons that've been created

are couatls, the twenty "true" dragons, and the d'kin. Oh, and the goblins, sorta.

Gulian wrote:

The Druid stared in awe and amazement at the great platinum beast before him, being cut off from his god and patron so subtly and softly, that even he, the most devout, did not notice. Looking back at the great city, the Druid looked upon it and saw visions of great forests being felled, of land being struck with metal objects and of the earth being drilled for ore of all kinds. Deep hatred settled in the druid's heart as his lips pursed and his form seethed.

Yet, his nature, as all elves, is fundamentally good. Just as the Druid would fall into darkness, he seemed to recover for just

...

My theory is that there have always been dragons here, but they were like dinosaurs. When your dragons arrived, you "awakened" some of them. I am sure that now other dragons are being "awakened". Its appears that dragons can be any alignment, or that idea is meaningless here. The 7 White Dragons live in the Labyrinth of Light, which is huge btw....and they will protect Lighton. :)

The Druid stared in awe and amazement at the great platinum beast before him, being cut off from his god and patron so subtly and softly, that even he, the most devout, did not notice. Looking back at the great city, the Druid looked upon it and saw visions of great forests being felled, of land being struck with metal objects and of the earth being drilled for ore of all kinds. Deep hatred settled in the druid's heart as his lips pursed and his form seethed.

Yet, his nature, as all elves, is fundamentally good. Just as the Druid would fall into darkness, he seemed to recover for just one moment, turning to ask the beautiful dragon.

"But, Great Dragon, is not this place that of Leafar, The Lord of Light? Does not he wish only good upon the world and its many creatures? Is it truly right to hate his city...?"

Leafar hears the druid speak his name and he blesses him.

After the end of the First War many of the survivors came to the Labyrinth of Light. I taught them the ways of light, and they began to write down my teachings on sacred scrolls. Those scrolls were then put together into a Codex. I wrote it my language, but I found that others did not understand it. That would be a problem in the future that must be solved. There needs to be some sort of "Common Tongue" that all of the races could easily learn and understand.

I spend my days praying and fearful of the Next War. The First War was devastating, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The upcoming war will not be as easy. I truly fear this young world will not survive it. Sacrifices will have to be made.

Leafar, god of light
AL: any good
Portfolio: goodness, light, healing
Domains: good, light, healing, creation
Sacred Weapon: mace
Leafar is this world's god of light. In previous incarnations he was called Leafar the Lost and Leafar the Lawbringer. After suffering many deaths and resurrections, he feels this world has given him a new beginning. He created the Labyrinth of Light and it has attracted the Couatl to him, and other creatures and races of goodness and light.

He also created one of this world's moons. He took a piece of the Sun and made the Light Moon. It was in response to another good (DK) who made a dark moon that created a Great Flood. He sees Farael and Hutan as friends, but he considered Dogon the greatest threat to this world's existence.

I saw and felt the explosion. It felt like the world literally moved.I saw the dragon fall. I do not know what happened to Vorrak. I am connected to Arkon. I tell him to use all the weapons. Kill the surviving Dogarr. As the god of light I will turn the undead, if any survived. The field of blood is gone and I see a giant crator. It is very deep, but I can not see how far down it goes...

"Not If I have anything to say about it! I have traveled far and wide to search for my home, and gave up. Here I can plant the world-seed to bring it back!"

Jakoberg, who are you and what is the World-Seed?

Axerus, Targeteer Arkon will not be corrupted. Bo-Ring of Seven has allowed me to command the flying fortress city, and I command him to begin targetting the surviving Dogarr, and then drive them back to the Temple of Dogon. We will not betray our human allies.This war must end. Dogan himself must be dealt with.

Though Leafar's gift to the mortals is direly needed, I am affronted. I am the patron of fortunate weather, not this presumptuous light god!

I have no way of targeting the much more powerful god directly, though, so I shall settle for a more passive blow. I will cast down one of my million-sided dice, and fling it down upon the earth below!

A shadow passes over the world. Rising tides spasm and flood the land as a second, smaller moon appears in the sky. For one night, the glutted oceans overflow from the new moon's pull, drowning farms and cities of both the Dogar and the armies of light as an eclipse brings about a day of darkness.

Murmur, I counter your move with my own Moon of Light! Now there are three moons. I take a part of the Sun and create my own moon to counter your own! I will make the waters reseed. My Couatl will help all of the survivors of the Great Flood. I know not as many were lost in the flood, but I cannot envision that the battle will still be fought, unless Dogon and Axerus insist on it. Shame on you, Murmur, for you are most foul to cause so much destruction!

My Couatl and other people of the Lights will help those in need. We will create Temples of Light in all of the lands. Perhaps this world can be saved. However, I fear the great war was not stopped, but simply delayed, because I do not see a being such as Dogon accepting peace. We will be ready and wait for the dark alliance's next move. The Armies of Light are ready. We have a flying fortress directly above the Field of Blood. Now that the waters have reseeded, we wait...

Shining atop of its mountaintop forge, Targeteer Akron's flying fortress fills with the D'kin army. Magical weapons, clockwork defenses, and an army of powerful warriors launch in support of their Couatl allies, and by extension their human allies. My heart swells with pride at my greatest student's creations just as surely as it flutters with concern. War is dark business, and by creating such engines of destruction he walks a dark path. Fighting monsters and being a monster are often closely related.

The Wave Motion Gun he created is some terrifying genius. I hope it never gets deployed. The collateral damage with be atrocious. As for the weaponized goblins, I know the Pathfinders laughingly call the chemically-altered little beasts "Drop Bears" but there is a difference between controlling their numbers with targeted assaults and twisting them into living weapons. The worst part is how much they seem to LIKE knowing their fate. They are to be awakened from chemical slumber, fired at enemy formations like a rocket, and after hacking and bleeding and biting, burst upon an enemy with exploding poisonous acid.

My ally Bo-Ring of Seven, the time of war is at hand. I believe you should send your flying fortress and D'Kin to the Field of Blood, with my Coutal. Let us attack together. I will contact Hutan, Farael and Culex as well. Let us end this war now. I fear the Amulet of Annihilation greatly. It must not be broken. I will make sure the Manna and fresh water fall daily.

"The young peoples of the world leaves their homes, farms, and forges to join the battle. Now is the time for plague and famine"

Axerus uses the powers of rot and begins to destroy food stores throughout the world. Additionally he focuses his power on making magically summoned food arrive rotten and inedible. Only the most powerful of casters can summon edible food now and even then only in reduced amounts. An army marches on its stomach they say now lets see the armies of light starve or turn to cannibalism.

Then Leafar, the god of light, uses his powers of light and good to send down "Manna from Nevaeh" to all of the soldiers from the allied armies of the Primevans, Humans, Couatl, D'Kin (not sure there), and now Vandans, but I am not sure what those crystal people eat? Rocks maybe? They will have manna to eat (it looks like bread) and fresh water will rain down on them daily. I assure you the manna will be edible, because I will make it so. This food is divinely summoned, Axerus, and I will not allow the good people of this world to starve.

I will focus my goodly power on you. I will bless the food of the world! I will turn the stones into bread, and the pebbles into grapes! I will make the very dirt the armies walk on edible! I turn blood into wine, and they will drink it nightly. The armies have gathered, and very, very soon the First War will begin. As much as I hate violence, this war is inevitable, so let us fight it as soon as possible. BLESSED BE THE LIGHTS!

Axerus, yes, take a tribe of the Dogarr. It matters not to me. My Dogarr are even now marching
to Primeva. I assume the Vandans will join the battle now? There is a field before Primeva, a perfect place for battle, a land between two rivers. My Dogarr numbers are like the stars! I shaped them for battle! If the Human god Hutan interferes, his people will be destroyed! I care not if a sword holds my Destroyer at bay. Once that sword is pulled, let it signal the end of this....world! Let all the armies of this world meet on this field! I will wait for the sickly Primevans! I will...

Dogon, you go too far and you must be stopped. As I reckon you are south of me headed to the Field of Blood. I am sending an army of Couatl to battle you, and stand in alliance with the Humans and Primevans. Where is your alliance, Dogon? Who is standing with you? Stop this madness now before the dead outnumber the living. The Light always prevails over the Darkness. I hope my new friends the D'Kin will stand with us.

Hailing from a world which has ostracized me, I rainzax the Directionless, God of Failed Ambitions and Remorseful Despair, God of Self-Hate and Tears of Dissappointment, God of Refuse and Those Left Behind, God of Apathetic Suicide, make my new home here, by accident, between the tides of movers and shakers at large, between good and evil, law and chaos, to wallow in feckless misery forever. My created race, leftover clay having fallen off the table of creation out of which other races were cut, are ugly and malformed, and know not love nor kinsmanship, for, being not only disgusted with ourselves, find the company of eachother increasingly revolting as well. So we wander alone, consumed in our self-loathing. We without a name, without a home, without a cause, without a friend, without hope.

** spoiler omitted **

Rainzax, here even you and your Nameless race are welcomed. All are welcomed here, except for Dogon, because he wants to destroy it...

I was constructing an offsite storage for backups and such inside the moon. After constructing the underground habitat and populating it with some interesting versions of the local flora and fauna I got to work on the base. I constructed a vertical city for my kids to play in (and keep watch on my warehouses) which ran from the artificial vale to a domed crater on the surface.

Then I remembered I needed to tighten up the linkages on the dimensional gateway, and while sinking Zorth-axis anchors into the surface of Calamp* I seem to have made more mistakes.

The 2nd anchor nudged up against the territory of some demi-urge or deity calling itself Leafar. I removed the offending arcanological construct quickly and am in negotiations for what reparations I may owe, but something "leaked" up the link into the fungal forest. Creatures(?) with an affinity for positive energy are floating around, and I suspect they are still "forming" for lack of a better word. I cannot be certain as they are quite elusive, and I don't want to destroy one while trying to capture it. According to the one scout drone that survived a close encounter with one, it was a rainbow-patterned being of light, but beneath the near-blinding aura were beautiful multicolored feathers and scales. but for all I know that was merely an illusion or a transitional form. They certainly don't listen when I try to call them, I suppose I need to ask this Leafar to come take a look; if he is not too mad at me, he may have helpful insight. He's a goody-good, so like as not he'll either forgive me or judge me. Either way I'm glad I never got around to trying that necrotic engine, someone else can bring necromancy to this world.

The 5th anchor is close to the largest mountain on the surface of Calamp, there seems to be a race of primitive burrowers or something near the area. Beings without much in the way of magic or science are unlikely to even notice the...

Bo-Ring of Seven, I am not offended or mad as you put it. I will simply restored the Labyrinth of Light, or "archaeological construct" as you put it, with a divine miracle. Also, I resurrected any beings accidentally killed.

Those beings of light, or positive energy, will not harm you, unless you are of the dark. You will want them to remain on your home in the Moon. On other worlds they are called "Couatl", but they may have another name here.

One more thing, I am not crazy about the name Calamp. I have nothing against it per se, but maybe the other gods can get together on the Moon for a council on the name of the world, assuming its still there...

After an amusing magical mishap involving my interdimensional trade network and the stolen half of my soul I found myself on another galaxy filament, and unlikely to find my way home very soon. Seeing all these gods running around creating things I decided to pose as one while I started building my reality-mapping/farcasting engine. Taking an unclaimed zone of trees, hills, and mountains I used my magic, some of my own blood, and the scales of an old friend to turn Ten thousand trees into incubators for my race of D'kin (pronounce dih-keen). As they hatch from their wooden cauls I and my Simulacra teach and raise them in the ways of spell and sword, wing and claw. My hidden labs and enclaves continue to scan and map the universe, and if I never find my way back to my old home and empire, at least I will have my new one.

The last of this first generation was born 12 years ago, and several of the eldest are having children of their own. Soon they shall be making their own plans and building their own future, but this pleases me.

** spoiler omitted **...

Welcome to this newly made world, Bo-Ring of Seven. May the blessings of the Lights be with you. I assume you are a God of Light; in this new world it is difficult to tell.

Being a god of light and law, I too traveled the multiverse looking for a world to call my own. I found this world newly made. I saw a city by a great sea called Primeva, and it was populated by blue skinned people. I also saw a curious race of people who call themselves Roocaf. I knew of Indagare, but not personally.

I also knew that eventually the Darkness would find me there too...