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Merlyn left the broken Necropolis and Nighton. Yes, the second World Tree he planted had sunk beneath the earth, taking Nevara with it he hoped, but it still caused mass destruction. That included the dreaded Necrotic Engine.

He sensed that the Black Desert had retreated back to the West, so some good had come from this. The price was the Archdruid Stagbrow. Merlyn had chosen him quite randomly, because they were all essentially equal. However, if Merlyn was being honest with himself, he never liked Stagbrow; it made his choice a little easier.

Merlyn decided to go to Lighton to help rebuild the city. He wondered what exactly happened to Stagbrow. Was he dead? Imprisoned in the West? Banished to the edge of the world? He them all that this was an option, and he was able to defeat two evils and save many lives, but at what cost? He pondered that question and another: who had slain Palas? He would have to leave that for another day.


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The Big Giant Head nearly shattered, but the metal symbiots within repaired him, more fugly than before. He was banished, yet flung physically back. Wild magic crackled around him, turing patches of water to clear steel, tiny fish became huge sea monsters, and patches of sea weed became shambling mounds. The Big Giant Head started to walk home. "Wait till they get a load of me! I've got reality bending powers like some of those dragons." He's gained an alignment of Chaotic Neutral.
Thunderbird X,"What is your function?"
BGH,"I just wanna have fun!"


The tidal wave caused extensive damage to Paizo's new pirate ship. However, more fisherman shipwrecked on his island, so he had more material to work with. Soon he would have a new ship, a new crew, and he would need a new name.

"This world needs pirates!" Paizo yelled.


From his infernal realm, in the Far Realms, Asmodias looked at he world of Beriya and he said,"This world needs more sinners! In fact, it needs SEVEN more sinners!"

Then he wrote down on a scroll, in his own blood, a list...


Dogon was disappointed. His daughter, Mistress Destra, had failed to destroy Lighton, and she lost the Orb of Oblivion. Maybe it was a mistake to make more children. Dogon looked through a crystall ball, and he saw that two other gods, that he knew of, were living in the Far Realms. Shouldn't he being living in one of his own far realms? Then souls of the dead could come to him. Maybe he could have his own...Realm of Destruction? Dogon laughed and he did just that.
Dogon found himself instantly in his own Realm! It looked like an endless plane of pure destruction! He laughed and began to call souls to his new home...


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The Dark Elves retreated as soon as it was apparent that the battle for Lighton was hopeless with the fall of Mistress Destra. They returned to their half-build fortress, fleeing from justice.

... Yet, they found that Dogon had left this world. Fear and despair replaced pride and arrogance as the Dark Elves considered what they must do to survive. Finally, it was decided that they must make their way underground and find refuge within the caverns beneath.

Slaving and whipping Runts and Dogarr alike, either with their force of personality or proving their strength through various magics, they would drive them all underground, into the hole left by the Obsidian Mountain's Remains. They would then begin to dig, dig and dig, until they would create a whole realm in Beriya's Crust, where the Dark Elves would hide, many miles beneath the surface.

But not all submerged. Some remained on the surface to finish building and fortifying their Black Fortress as well as litter the Glass Desert with various towers which would strike any who does not possess Dogon's blood with magics of pure chaos and destruction.


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...


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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."


Trevor was in the Tavern of the Gods in the 10th dimension. The waiter Pan, looking very mischievous, made him his favorite drink Venusian Rum. Here in the tavern no money ever changed hands, because it was pretty meaningless among the gods. However, gods did pay in other ways. He felt a hand on his shoulder and it was the tavern owner Bacchus.

He looked like you would imagine him to be: short, fat, bald, dressed in a white toga. However, he looked very businesslike at the moment. Trevor thought that was what happened when you ran a business.

"Trevor, so happy to see you again," Bacchus said not smiling.

"Well, happy to see you too. What is up?"

"There has been a change on Beriya. Apparently, gods may no longer live there. So you need to make up your own realm for souls."

"What? I have never had to do that before. Why the change?"

"Oh, there is no change. It happens to all of us. You have just been traveling so much that there was no need. Now, you have too."

"Its against my very nature to settle down anywhere. What else can I do?"

"Well, you can do what Hercules and Perseus did. You can chose to stay on your world as a "Quasi-God". That way you can still travel about, but you wouldn't an actual god. You have to decide now before you have that drink."

Trevor looked around and noticed that EVERYONE was looking at him. Next to him was the very large, armored god Gorum, from Golarion, and he didn't look very pleased.

"All right, I will leave. I guess I am not a real god after all. Being a traveling god will do," Trevor said.

"You have made your choice and I respect that," Bacchus said. "But now you have to leave my tavern. Pan, will you escort Mr. Trevor out."

"With pleasure boss!" Pan said.

Before Trevor could say "no" Pan literally threw him out of the Tavern of the Gods, and he fell through 10 dimensions until he crashed into Beriya's Aquarian Ocean...


Hutan felt the change coming, and he was ready for it. Before he left, however, he made sure to plant some more humans around the world. As he did before on Primeva, he took humans from the distant past of Earth and placed them on remote parts of Beriya.

He placed some in the Far North, Far East, Far South, and finally in the Far West. Humans do one thing better than all other races: adapt. They can adapt to whatever environment they find themselves in, just as long as there is enough oxygen and its not extremely hot/cold. Satisfied that there were enough humans were on Beriya to continue the species for all time, he left.

He found the perfect realm for him among the Far Realms, and he called it the Happy Hunting Ground. Here he could hunt forever, and call human (and other) souls to him to join him on his hunts. Hutan started to dance and hunt...


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"Nuaaaaaah..." - echoed throughout the forest as a previously slumbering god had woken. Something changed. The rules of the game have shifted. The young god stretched out towards the sky and began to sing a mournful lament as he began to disperse, particles of a green, oil-like liquid floating towards the heavens in tiny bubbles.

Something aking to tears surged down the nature god's form, and all things created from his work paused. Birds ceased their singing to listen. Predator paused in their hunt for prey, and the prey did too stop to properly hear this sylvan requiem echoing throughout the skies.

Mother is calling. I have done well, she says. It is time to return to her, for the age of Gods is over, and I am no longer needed. The Ley Lines no longer need my sleep and dreams to tend to them. The World Tree is strong enough to handle its own tasks, without borrowing my energy. The forests, the grass and the animals will no longer die without my care for them.

I have slept for so long... I wish I would have had a chance to walk atop my Mother's skin some more...

And so, eventually, Nuah vanished, dispersed into tiny particles which soon vanished as well. Mighty clouds covered the skies and water poured down upon Beriya for the first time, as if the clouds themselves were crying. This would come to be known as [i]rain[/].

Nuah was not quite gone. He is now the very ecosystem of the planet, yet no more a god, merely nature itself, spread throughout the earth and the skies, dropping from the skies in the form of water, sweetening the air and filling it with oxygen.

Beriya was now self-sustainable.


Destra had just barely escaped the giant wyrm Jormungand. She lost the Orb of Oblivion and she had been almost eaten, but she used a Word of Recall to come back to Mt. Dogon. Her plan was to beg for her fathers forgiveness, but he was gone. There was no one to rule the Dogarr now, except her.
She sat on her father's stone throne and began to issue orders. Destra felt a vestige of Dogon's power here and she could tap into it. She would rule in Dogon's place and all of Beriya would kneel to her. The age of Gods was ending, but she was just beginning...


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Merlyn returned to Lighton to find the city heavily damaged from Nevara's attack. They were mourning the death of Palas. Merlyn saw 12 Paladins carry his body into the Labyrinth of Lights. He guessed that Leafar would resurrect him, but he was wrong. He was walking the streets of Lighton surveying the damage when a tall, young Paladin approached. He was Human, with short-brown hair, muscular, and his white platemail armor was stained with blood.

"Are you the one called Merlyn the Magician?" He asked.

"Yes, and who is the one asking?"

"I am called Te-Bow, a Paladin in the Order of Palas," he said. "I have been ordered to request that you come to the Star Chamber of the Labyrinth of Lights at once...if it is your desire to."

"Yes, I will come. I have been there before."

Merlyn followed Te-Bow through the twisting passages of the labyrinth until he arrived at the Star Chamber. There he saw eleven other Paladins around the body of Palas, but he did not see Leafar. Then he knew.

" Leafar is gone," Merlyn told them. "I wager he has gone off to some other Realm. I had a feeling this would eventually happen."

"With Palas gone there is no one to lead us," Te-Bow said,"and none of us are worthy to take on his place as Patriarch. Palas whispered a few words before his soul passed on to the Realm of Light. He said you would lead us."

"What? You must be mistaken! I am not worthy to lead the Runts right now, much less Lighton. You do not know what I have done. No, I cannot. Find someone else please."

There is no one else, Merlyn. It was the voice of Leafar from the Realm of Light.

Your sins are forgiven. Only you can lead my people now. Get them through these trying times. This is not a reward, it is a responsibility you must accept to cleanse your soul. Merlyn, accept the Staff of Stars. You are now the Patriarch of Lighton!

Te-Bow handed Merlyn the Staff of Stars, and then the Twelve Paladins bowed to him. This was a job that Merlyn could not turn down.

"Oh well, I have had worse jobs. At least I get to have a new staff."


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Minor correction: Jormungand was in the forest. The dragon attacking Destra was the Wyrm of Repose.

The Murmur watches with smug satisfaction as the Age of Gods comes to an end. He takes his other million-sided die—the one not used to create the moon—and begins spinning it.

It takes one hundred seasons to land on a number. The god of broken systems watches patiently.

Meanwhile, the goblins begin constructing great metal skyscrapers, purging all forest, swamp and general life within reach. They fill the sky with acidic smoke, and gradually, their kingdom comes to be known as the Choked Lands.

The "sour knights" grow in power as well, led by their draconic guardian. The undead attack bring new attention to their order, and recruitment has skyrocketed. They become a powerful, recognized force, their numbers more than a hundred times what they were originally.

But with this strength comes complacency. Many of them begin to grow corrupt, demanding recompensein exchange for risking their lives. The sour knights have become a mercenary order, and those few of them who remember the old ways are greatly outnumbered.


Nevara survived Merlyn's planting of the Second Great Tree, and its sinking too. She was did not go to the Realm of the Dead, for another god ruled it. No, she chose to stay here as a Quasi-Goddess of Ravens and the Undead of course.

Vicar Vorrak returned too, but just his head. They started calling him a demi-lich, and he hated it, but Nevara loved it! He was still able to float around and scare people, so she let him stay. Nevara would Call new Necromancers and Undead to her, and they would rebuild her Necropolis and Nighton.

Nevara saw that the Destroyer Head was gone, and it made her sad. She loved singing with him in her garden. Maybe someday she would find a replacement.


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Gulian wrote:

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."


The Tree gazed upon the Druidess with consideration, its massive wooden hands stroking its beard of twigs and leaves, causing all manner of green writes to rain down in a heavy downpour.

"Being an Archdruid is a great responsibility, Netura. Are you prepared to face immortality and infinite responsibility? Is your heart incorruptible and indomitable before the temptations of destruction?" - it whispered to her in response. Somewhere, unseen to Netura, the remaining six Archdruids watched over this ceremony.

However, the Tree would not make her an Archdruid just yet. If truly she was prepared, then it would seem her old teacher would once again have to instruct her.


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Gulian wrote:

The Tree gazed upon the Druidess with consideration, its massive wooden hands stroking its beard of twigs and leaves, causing all manner of green writes to rain down in a heavy downpour.

"Being an Archdruid is a great responsibility, Netura. Are you prepared to face immortality and infinite responsibility? Is your heart incorruptible and indomitable before the temptations of destruction?" - it whispered to her in response. Somewhere, unseen to Netura, the remaining six Archdruids watched over this ceremony.

However, the Tree would not make her an Archdruid just yet. If truly she was prepared, then it would seem her old teacher would once again have to instruct her.

Netura whispered back to the Great Tree:

"I am prepared to face immortality and infinite responsibility. My heart is incorruptable and indomitable before the temptations of destruction. This I swear to you."

She bowed her head and wept, waiting for the Great Tree's decision...


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"Very well, Netura." - Ae spoke as he stepped forth from the thick brush, the plants themselves making way for him. He smiled fondly. "It has been some time, hasn't it? Strange that fate would have you learn from me again, as it did ages before." - the Ae Netura knew was no more, as this man before her looked drastically changed, with plant-like qualities to him and eyes of glowing verdant.

"Come. We have much to work on and little time to do so. You will learn to see the world with the eyes of an Archdruid and for that, your mind must be conditioned and prepared, so you do not go mad." - Ae would move up to Netura and take her by the elbow, quickly opting to lead her away in some unknown direction.

The Tree's spreading smile let forth the sound of magical wooden flesh crackling.

Meanwhile, the High Elves mourned the departure of Nuah, although happy for this new age that has dawned upon them.


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"Esil'Dar, I call to you, in the name of the Far West! I bid thee, come and speak a while!"

So said a young woman, clad in armor, sitting on the far side of the Barrier of Light. The land to the west of the barrier was recovering. It seems as though the Black Desert had not soured the land, and had indeed left hope for revival.

"My people have heard of you, Esil'Dar, Friend of the Black Desert. I am their prime fighter, one of the few known as Dunewalkers. We were all picked by the sands of the Black Desert itself, and fear not it's interference with our affairs. The Avatar has weakened, Archdruid. He no longer thirsts for conquest, but instead wishes to aid. Where is the one known as Merlyn? For I come as an advisor, tactician, and redeemer on the behalf of the Avatar of the Sand."

As she says this, she lays her sword flat on the ground in front of her. It's hilt is made of a gem that seems to contain the same roil of black sand kept in the pool the Avatar left behind.

"The Avatar also wished me to pass on this message. The pool of sand he left behind functions as a conduit, a method of speaking with him. All the avatars have agreed to neutrality, and my sword is the seal of that contract." And, indeed, the sword has an engraving on the side, that reads as "We are all part of Beriya. We are neutrality embodied. We are the Counsel of Avatars."

"I ask not that you trust me. The Avatar has told me much of what has happened, so I will not desecrate your forest by entering it. I only ask what has happened to Archdruid Stagbrow since the Avatar fulfilled his promise to Merlyn?"


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After some time, Esil'Dar had come forth to stand before Josephine, smoking his pipe non-challantly with a rather dumb smile upon his face. One couldn't imagine this individual to be an Archdruid if not for the typical plant-like features.

He regarded the new arrival in silence and spoke only after creating a fine cloud of smoke. "We do not know what happened to Stagbrow nor where he is, I'm afraid. However we do know for certain that he is a Druid no more and never will be. Merlyn is in the city of Lighton. If you are on a diplomatic mission as you say, I'm sure he'll speak to you."

The Druid grinned and let out his characteristic herbal smoke. "I welcome you to our lands as long as you have good intentions, stranger. Could I at least have your name?" - as an afterthought, the Druid made a hand sign indicating for the warrioress to wait as he extracted a board of chess, laying it infront of her and squatting down.

"Times are relatively peaceful, if we do not take account the vile plottings of Destra and our fallen brothers. So how about one?"

The Druid left the sword in place for the time being, even though he studied it extensively. Clearly, he had no intention to make haste.


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(( I completely forgot that Netura turned into a Demi-god. And here Ae is offering to teach and stuff. Ugh, I'm sorry. That was a pretty bad mistake.


Gulian wrote:
(( I completely forgot that Netura turned into a Demi-god. And here Ae is offering to teach and stuff. Ugh, I'm sorry. That was a pretty bad mistake.

She gave up being a demigoddess, so go ahead and teach her. I am sure all knowledge she had was lost.


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The Wormlord was not about to give up his hard won godhood. Instead he accelerated his latest project. He had been creating polymorphic symbionts, These grubs could change into any flesh and blood organ, but as the hosts parts failed with age they would split and multiply, eventually replacing the brain and turning the being Chaotic Evil. He made a human of these in his lab in The Wormscape, gave Al Weston dominion over all his works(Many of them won't care), and sent it to the world . He would seek out dying mortals and offer them "Immortality" but they would eventually turn into doppelgangers made of polymorphic symbionts with a taste for raw meat.
The Wormscape is a demiplane made of worms. Of course The Wormlord has always been behind this.


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"Chess. A game of skill, thought, and tactics. Of course I will have a game."

Josephine very carefully opens a bag of her own pieces, made especially for her.

"These pieces were made for me by my father, cut from the rock that my family lived on. My name is Josephine, and I do indeed come peacefully."

As she finished setting up, with a careful hand from years of practice, she considers her opening moves. And she and Esil'Dar begin to play.


From the Happy Hunting Ground, Hutan looked down on his people. In the Human Kingdoms of Drakonus and Hukara, things are not going well. The Drakonites invaded Hukara and easily defeated them. The Hukaran King Bo-Rak was taken prisoner. The Drakonite King Dar-Khan had become increasingly dragonish. His people started looking like a mix of dragon and human. He never leaves his palace, they say, and he prays to an unnamed dragon goddess.
Refugees from Hukara are migrating east, since Drakonus is west, and making new homes in the eastern planes.


From the Realm of the Dead, LordDeath looked down at the World of Beriya amused. Now that the Far Realms were "operational" the souls of the dead were quickly moving in. He didn't like Nevara, because kept the dead there in an undead state. He would have to deal with one day.

LordDeath was happy to have a new job. He lost his old job recently, which made him sad. His Overseer told him that he wasn't a right fit for the job, and he didn't see a light at the end of the tunnel for him at that world. What? He knew that his former "Employer" was right, but he still didn't like it. He thought he would just wander the Multiverse forever, then he found the World of Creation.

Now he waited...


Paizo, from the Island of Paizo, finally got his new ship built. The recent tidal wave (from the Destroyer Head crashing into the Aquarian Ocean) set him back a while, but his crew got the work done. He had about 40 "pirates-in-training" now, both men and women and one he wasn't sure about. It would be awhile before he could call them real pirates.

Their first job was a simple one. They needed ale, and the only place he need that had any was the city of Aquarius. That was where the "Aqua Buddha" lived under a Dome of Water. What a stupid name! It should easy pirating from them. Paizo made it sure to tell his crew they were not thieves! Thieves were lowly scum who stole from those weaker than them, he told them.

"We are not mere thieves who steal from babies at night. WE ARE PIRATES, AND WE HAVE A CODE! I will make sure to write it down for you all one day. Not let's move out!" Paizo ordered his men to push the ship into the ocean.

The ship needed a name, so he decided to name it the first thing he saw in the ocean. He looked and saw a blue skinned mermaid in the water waving up at them. He decided to call her The Blue Mermaid.


Dungeon Kobold wrote:

Minor correction: Jormungand was in the forest. The dragon attacking Destra was the Wyrm of Repose.

The Murmur watches with smug satisfaction as the Age of Gods comes to an end. He takes his other million-sided die—the one not used to create the moon—and begins spinning it.

It takes one hundred seasons to land on a number. The god of broken systems watches patiently.

Meanwhile, the goblins begin constructing great metal skyscrapers, purging all forest, swamp and general life within reach. They fill the sky with acidic smoke, and gradually, their kingdom comes to be known as the Choked Lands.

The "sour knights" grow in power as well, led by their draconic guardian. The undead attack bring new attention to their order, and recruitment has skyrocketed. They become a powerful, recognized force, their numbers more than a hundred times what they were originally.

But with this strength comes complacency. Many of them begin to grow corrupt, demanding recompensein exchange for risking their lives. The sour knights have become a mercenary order, and those few of them who remember the old ways are greatly outnumbered.

It was during the 100 seasons that Patriarch Merlyn oversaw the rebuilding of Lighton and the transition after Leafar left for the Realm of Light. A conflict between the Sour Knights and the Order of Palas grew. The Paladins believed that the Rangers were just in it for the money, and not for goodness itself. Merlyn agreed with the Paladins.

Merlyn knew that Nevara didn't die in his Great Tree attack; however, that was never his intent. The undead would attack from time to time, and the Paladins would always stop them, but it was very organized. Another evil was growing, and Merlyn wanted to know what it was.

He really didn't like being a "Patriarch". Merlyn did what was required. He led the holy services, appointed new Paladins, oversaw anything major. He made sure to appoint a Cardinal to run Lighton, and then appoint a High Paladin to lead the Order of Palas; he gave that duty to Te-Bow.

For Patriarch Merlyn, he just wanted to deal with the major stuff. The land around Lighton was becoming a nation. The people who couldn't fit in Lighton were building their own towns outside of it. He had to make sure that various Cardinals and Bishops were appointed to run those towns, because after all this was a theocracy.

Merlyn had to make sure he kept rejuvenating himself. When he was made the new Patriarch he was all ready 100, very old by Human standards. He had various methods for keeping alive and fit, but that could only last for so long. Eventually he would pass on this duty to someone else, but not yet. Trouble was always around the corner...


From his throne in the Hall of Souls, Farael looked down on Beriya and noticed that the Destroyer Head came out of the Aquarian Ocean on symbiotic legs. Then he just wandered around a bit. Should he go visit his sister Destra in Mt. Dogon? Did he want to go back to Nevara's garden? No, he didn't want to. He needed to find a place where he could just be...himself. He also needed a place where people wouldn't blame him for all that destruction he caused when he had a full body. Where should be go?


Sagen, who had always loved knowledge more than anything else, looked up at the sky from his small home in Lighton. He felt generally safe here.

He had studied the Sun, stars, and the Moons. He had designed his own telescope, right after he made his own glasses.

Sagen had learned the names of the Moons while a child. The first moon, gray in color, is called Terequie; the second moon, dark in color, is called Deemelyun; and the third moon, light in color, is Lepharmon.

He noted that the grayish moon Terequie revolved around the world...there was a knock on his door!

He opened the door, and a paladin named She-Lia (a very beautiful blonde one at that) gave Sagen a piece of paper.

"You are hereby ordered to go to the Cathedral of Stars to see Patriarch Merlyn at once," she said. "I am here to escort you."

"You can escort me anywhere. Let's go!" Sage said. He followed her very closely...


OK, I want some thoughts on the number of months in year, the names of the months, numbers of days in a week and their names. I am inclined to just have it like Earth's (twelve months a year, seven days a week) but I want your suggestions. The World of Creation is a group effort, after all. It should have something to do with the story so far. Let me know before Sagen decides.


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I recommend naming the days of the week after the first 3-5 letters of a God in the story's name, followed by a suitable suffix. For example Fardas, Leadas, Nevin. This helps to tie the idea of weeks into the calendar.

I would also recommend not having the exact same number of months. After all, the world has jsut come out of war and their gods leaving them alone. I think naming the seasons would be a better idea for the time being. Maybe name them after their patron god? For example, Destran for the "Dark Weeks", meaning the winter.

Perhaps a yearly celebration/mourning for the War of Good and Evil coming to a culmination is in order. I shall call it... Merlyndas. He does lead a theocracy, and he was originally Leafar's "Prophet". Sounds familiar, doesn't it?


Merlyn would never allow a Merlyndas to take place while he is Patriarch. Maybe after he left or died. I was thinking that Lighton would never allow a day or month named after an evil god. What I think is needed is each culture have their own days of the week, season, and month. Then there could be a Common Calendar, very similar to when Trevor the Traveler went to each region on Primeva to create a Common Tongue. So, I ask each God and Culture to create their own calendars based on what they value. Trevor will come around again.


The Wormlord is meeting with all the other evil gods to design a holiday in the fall. Any place that doesn't honor the dark gods gets beset with undead the rest of the year. "How about kids disguise themselves as us and our monsters and go from door to door demanding unhealthy sweet treats. We could call it Helloween or something. The kids could yell Threat or Treat, Terror or Treat, or something when they are at the door."


Goth Guru wrote:
The Wormlord is meeting with all the other evil gods to design a holiday in the fall. Any place that doesn't honor the dark gods gets beset with undead the rest of the year. "How about kids disguise themselves as us and our monsters and go from door to door demanding unhealthy sweet treats. We could call it Helloween or something. The kids could yell Threat or Treat, Terror or Treat, or something when they are at the door."

That sounds like an excellent holiday!!! The children could yell Food or Foul. If they don't get food they do something foul. Call it Hadesween and have it the day before Merlyndas. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Really, I'm serious.


"Am I in this meeting? Whose meeting am I at? I don't like any of you, for the record. I never get invited to any of the good meetings. Have you all gained weight to an unattractive degree? Maybe it's just how you carry it. I wouldn't know. I don't get fat. I say we call the months Murmunth 1, Murmunth 2, and so on, until we run out of months. Who am I talking to, anyways?"


[B]There has to be a Dogonday! Then the first month must, obviously, be called Dogon. How about using numbers for the days and months, except for my name of course.[/i]


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"Summer seems your time—all that potential for forest fires and earthquakes. Wait, what causes earthquakes, again? Wait, forget that stupid question, I don't care. Why don't we call the hottest three weeks of summer the Dogon Days of Summer? That can be the time for the stupid mortals to splash themselves with water or whatever they do to avoid spontaneously combusting. Do mortals do that? I should make them do that."

Stupid puns aside, we could make it a Solstice-style thing—coldest weeks of winter, hottest weeks of summer, monsoon season, whatever terrible thing happens in fall, they could all be seen as "Dogon's time".


The coldest days of winter could be Nevara's time. This is probably how the original calendar's were invented. Unless there is someone up in the Far North like an Ice King (Adventure Time) or an Ice Queen (Narnia). It should be justs bits and pieces put together. Fun. :)


The very beautiful, blonde Paladin She-Lia led Sagen through Lighton to the Cathedral of Palas, which was named for him after his death. It was within sight of the Labyrinth of Lights, a massive maze that Sagen has never been allowed into.

Sagen was taken to Patriatch Merlyn's office, and She-Lia left him without saying a word. He heard a voice say, "Come in!"

He opened the door and saw Merlyn for the first time. Sagen was shocked to see him; he looked like a very old and tired wizard, not the holiest man in the world. Merlyn was sitting behind a cluttered desk covered with books. Sagen had written most of them.

"Come in and have a seat," Merlyn said. "Do you know why you are here?"

"No I don't. Your Paladin wasn't specific"

"I have been reading some of your books. I find them to be very boring and arrogant in style."

"I am sorry you feel that way. I started reading when I was two, and most of the books I found here were religious in nature, so I felt compelled to write my own since I was 10."

"You don't like religious books? You do know you live in a land run by religion."

"Yes, I know, but still that doesn't mean we can't be open to different points of view."

"I disagree! I could throw you into the dungeon for some of your writings, and there are some in Lighton who want you banished! However, right now I need your help. My Paladins found an artifact in the Harsh Hills. So far it defies description. I personally have used both magic and I miracles to try to find out what it is, but I have failed. So that leaves you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to take a look at it, and use your mind to find out what it is. Find out if its dangerous. I have it located in a tower outside of Lighton. My Paladins will assist you. Take whatever you need with you, and take all of the time you need."

"Of course, Patriarch, I will do the best I can. Will She-Lia be assisting me?"

"Yes, if you promise to leave Lighton now."

"Excellent! I will leave at once! I just need to take a few things. What does the artifact look like?"

"It looks like a metallic box with unreadable runes craved into it," Merlyn said.


Trevor did survive being thrown out of the Tavern of the Gods by Pan, because he was still a Quasi-God. He swam out of the Aquarian Ocean, and he spent some time with the Mashileen settlement on the east coast. He learned their language and enjoyed eating raw crabs with them.

He asked them about their calendar, and Trevor learned that they followed the turnings of the grayish moon, 12 times a year, and each month was named after an aquatic creature. For example, this was the Month of the Whale, and next month was the Dolphin and so.

Trevor decided that like the Common Language he created, there should be a Common Calendar. However, it would be extraordinarily difficult to find common names, creatures, and Deities that everyone could relate to.

Trevor was excited. He set out to make it happen and in order to accomplish this task he had to travel around. Perfect!


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"Hmmm... you appear to have bested me, Esil'Dar. Indeed, the Avatar foresaw as much. Thank you for a most excellent game." Josephine was thrilled. Several times, Esil'Dar had outsmarted her, used hidden strategies, and had finally put her into an unwinnable situation. "Perhaps one day you may be needed as a strategist in a much larger conflict. However, now I must leave. To this... Lighton I go."

Josephine took up her sword, and Esil'Dar by this time had studied it extensively. It was a finely made scimitar, and the jewel in the hilt seemed to shimmer, almost as if it wasn't quite there. The details in the hilt showed desert, forest, mountain and ocean, all at peace with each other. And the sword itself seemed to hum with power, almost as if it was intelligent. But then, a truly intelligent sword would never reveal it's true nature willingly.

"Maybe we shall see each other again? I would like another game, perhaps when I do not have such a burden to carry. Farewell, and may the Forest be safe while I am gone." And with that, Josephine turned away, and walked around the forest, making sure not to walk under the canopy.

The Dunewalkers, Josephine's order of warriors, have a de facto calendar already. There are 3 seasons, one for the cooling of the world (late autumn into early winter, known as "The Sleeping"), one for the warming (late winter into early spring, known as "The Waking"), and one for when the Desert is too hot for most to walk it ("Fury"). Make of this what you will.

Sovereign Court

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"Aaaagh!" Screamed Grodd, as he sat up. Suddenly, he realised that he wasn't in the Boneyard anymore. He was sat or a dusty old dirt track in the middle of a temperate forest, which was eerily quiet, with the sun still high up in the sky. Taking the new surroundings in, Grodd pondered about what happened to him in the Boneyard, how he wound up here all most importantly: WHERE WAS HERE?


The Paladins were happy to escort Sagen out of Lighton to one of the watch towers 2 leagues away. That was where the artifact was being stored. She-Lia rode next to him reluctantly, but Merlyn had ordered her to assist and protect him.

When they arrived at the small tower Sagen insisted on seeing the artifact. It was at the top level of the seven level tower. As Merlyn said it looked like a large, metallic box with strange runs etched into it. Sagen had studied every language on Beriya, that he knew of, but he had never seen this.

She-Lia was next to him and she looked irritated.
"Do you know what it is?" She asked.

"No, not yet. Merlyn was right, this box isn't magical or divine. Its something unknown. We have a lot of work to do."

"I am useless here, as you know. Why did you request that I assist you?"

"Well...I thought you were the most qualified..."

"I am not stupid, Sir Sagen. I know why you requested me. I should let you know now that I have taken a vow to the Order of Palas and I have time for nothing else in my life. Is that clear?"

"Yes. Crystal clear. Oh well, as long as you are here can you have your Paladins bring up my supplies? Let's get this over with as quickly as possible. You are still assisting me?"

"Yes...sir," she said in anger. When she left Sagen could allow himself to feel scared. He had no idea what that thing was and that scared the Hells out of him. Plus, the metallic box was humming...


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.


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Asmodias wrote:
Goth Guru wrote:
The Wormlord is meeting with all the other evil gods to design a holiday in the fall. Any place that doesn't honor the dark gods gets beset with undead the rest of the year. "How about kids disguise themselves as us and our monsters and go from door to door demanding unhealthy sweet treats. We could call it Helloween or something. The kids could yell Threat or Treat, Terror or Treat, or something when they are at the door."
That sounds like an excellent holiday!!! The children could yell Food or Foul. If they don't get food they do something foul. Call it Hadesween and have it the day before Merlyndas. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Really, I'm serious.

We have 2 on board with Hadesween. I don't even know when Merlyndas was supposed to happen. As for the worst season, I call it fall because the temperature is falling, lots of rain falls, anything not picked in time falls and rots, and a lot of creatures fall dead. The meeting is about one holiday so the Murmur's comments about all the months of the year was ignored.


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"Sorry, I couldn't hear that over your incredibly strong odor that you have. It's quite unpleasant. No doubt you are completely luckless with the female undead dragons."


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Trevor did survive being thrown out of the Tavern of the Gods by Pan, because he was still a Quasi-God. He swam out of the Aquarian Ocean, and he spent some time with the Mashileen settlement on the east coast. He learned their language and enjoyed eating raw crabs with them.

He asked them about their calendar, and Trevor learned that they followed the turnings of the grayish moon, 12 times a year, and each month was named after an aquatic creature. For example, this was the Month of the Whale, and next month was the Dolphin and so.

Trevor decided that like the Common Language he created, there should be a Common Calendar. However, it would be extraordinarily difficult to find common names, creatures, and Deities that everyone could relate to.

Trevor was excited. He set out to make it happen and in order to accomplish this task he had to travel around. Perfect!

Once the goblins are done trying to eat him, they consent to explain their measuring system. The trolls measure time in what they call "Acts" and "Recurring Themes". Currently, it is around the eleventh Act—the trolls are having trouble agreeing, particularly as some prefer to measure them in groups of three—and the present Recurring Theme is "independence". According to most of them. They don't seem to agree on much. In fact, two of them are still trying to eat him when the rest start to explain.

The trolls celebrate the arrival of their species on the world. The holiday is known as "Kickstart" and takes place in early winter. On this holiday, they have a great feast. Afterwards, they strap explosives to goblins, kick them around, and try to hit far-off cities and towns. They keep doing this until someone dies, at which point the winner is declared.


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Once the goblins are done trying to eat him, they consent to explain their measuring system. The trolls measure time in what they call "Acts" and "Recurring Themes". Currently, it is around the eleventh Act—the trolls are having trouble agreeing, particularly as some prefer to measure them in groups of three—and the present Recurring Theme is "independence". According to most of them. They don't seem to agree on much. In fact, two of them are still trying to eat him when the rest start to explain.

The trolls celebrate the arrival of their species on the world. The holiday is known as "Kickstart" and takes place in early winter. On this holiday, they have a great feast. Afterwards, they strap explosives to goblins, kick them around, and try to hit far-off cities and towns. They keep doing this until someone dies, at which point the winner is declared.

Trevor is immortal, but he can be eaten, so he was lucky to get away unharmed. He realizes that he needs to create a generalist calendar that each race and society can fit their own holidays and holy days into. He had no idea when Merlyndas and Hadesween should be celebrated, or even if they are official holidays. However, he did come up with a very simple guide to fit the various dates into. On his scroll, he wrote down the following based on the gray moon Terequie, that turned around the world 12 times. He decided to start his year in Spring, because it felt like a new beginning. It made no sense for him to start the calendar in the middle of winter:

1. First Month, Spring
2. Second Month, Spring
3. Third Month, Spring
4. Fourth Month, Summer
5. Fifth Month, Summer (Solstice)
6. Sixth Month, Summer
7. Seventh Month, Autumn
8. Eighth Month, Autumn
9. Ninth Month, Autumn
10. Tenth Month, Winter
11. Eleventh Month, Winter (Solstice)
12. Twelfth Month, Winter

Trevor noted that the "year" on Beriya was 420 days long, and each "month" was about 35 days long. On his previous world he had seven day weeks (before Dogon destroyed that world) so he figured each month here would have 5 weeks per month.

Of course, Trevor knew that Beriya was constantly changing, so his numbers could be wrong, but the world was more or less stable at this point, at least on the eastern part of Primeva. The other areas of the world remained "undefined".

Trevor was thinking of simply numbering the months, or having a name that meant the same thing as the number. Hmmmmmm....he thought about that as he ran away from the Troll/Goblin hoards....

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