WORLD OF CREATION!!!

[Jakoberg]

"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!"

[Dungeon Kobold]

As the Murmur sits back and observes, one of the six goodly platinum dragons flies to aid the armies of light, bringing with it good weather and bountiful harvests untouched by decay.

Meanwhile, one of the thirteen dragons enters the underworld. With its arrival, terrible fault lines form, and the Vandan world is ravaged by earthquakes.

Spoiler:

These dragons have the statistics of Very Old gold dragons, save:

Seven Bite attacks, seven Tail attacks, no wings

No weakening breath weapon

50 ft burrow speed, 60 ft fly speed (Good maneuverability)

The majority of platinum dragons' spells are replaced with spells from the Divination school such as Legend Lore and Commune. Silver, gold, aluminum or copper dragons' spells are largely unchanged.

They also give good or bad luck to an area or person, but that's a tad more abstract. :P
It should be assumed that the majority of these dragons are lurking in or wrecking less plot-centric areas unless otherwise stated.

[Leafar the Light]

boring7 wrote:

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.

[Dungeon Kobold]

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.

[Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda]

Dungeon Kobold wrote:

Meanwhile, one of the thirteen dragons enters the underworld. With its arrival, terrible fault lines form, and the Vandan world is ravaged by earthquakes.

Damnation!

Thankfully, even with forces devoted to warding the Destroyer's mount and those committed to the War Above, we have the troops to spare remaining in the Crystal Below to defend our beloved home. Led by the huntress Izell, we will dispatch a special group of trained hunters to find, study, train, and prepare for slaying - or better, capturing - this beast.

Perhaps it can be used to our advantage somehow....

[rainzax]

the gets would be satisfied with any morsel or crumb, even the flesh of their own fallen, for although unworthy of sustenance, none-the-less they are not foreign to the base drives on all flesh and blood creatures, base as they are, and trapped in a twisted body, and cursed, and insane, yet unable to rouse even the dignity of a suicide of pity, lost even the ambition to take one's own life in a stand of resistance, infinitely miserable, wretched and impotent...

[Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda]

How convenient.

[boring7]

Calculatrix is being forced to waste clock-cycles on a pointless conflict and my brightest pupil is riding his greatest creation into the darkness of war. His life-extension magic keeps him young in body, but his heart ages and grows harder with the weights of the world each year. Would that I had neverMood swings and ice-cream cravings, yep, definitely knocked up with a living metal bundle of joy. I'm trying to contact my erstwhile mate, but he's even sneakier than before now that he's got all those magical tools I made for him.

I have faith in my children, and they must fight their own battles, but it's still hard to watch.

With the creation of a new moon, everything's having to be recalibrated, and preliminary analysis suggests its orbital pathway will bring it crashing into the planet or our moon within 2 centuries. Hopefully I am mistaken, all systems are still adjusting to the new gravitational fields. Dang Divinities with their haphazard world-shaping doom magics, rabble and grapple, pox and grump.

Ugh, going back to the fungal forest for a few cycles. Its soft glow always soothes.

ooc: trying to con Leafar into running my army into the meat grinder for me. A third of them nominally (deists) pray to him anyway...

[rainzax]

gets

Spoiler:

Medium Humanoid
Stats: -2 ST, +4 CON, -2 CHA, weak and pathetic, a get is inured against punishment
Movement: 30 feet
Darkvision: 30 feet
Natural Armor: +2 natural armor bonus to AC
Hatred: The gets recieve a +1 attack bonus when facing other gets.
Natural Attacks: Choose one type of attack (bite, gore, claw, etc) to be a primary attack.
Deformity: Based on the get's natural attack, also -2 to Diplomacy checks.
Physically Broken: +4 to save vs pain, and to Constitution checks to resist taking subdual damage from environment, malnutrition, forced march, etc.
Spiritually Broken: A get who fails a saving throw against an emotion effect instead flies into a Rage (as the spell) and becomes confused, for a number of rounds equal to the spell or effect's duration.
Insanity: During a surprise round, a get is automatically confused, but always gets to act no matter what.
Strange Longevity: A get does not increase or decrease it's ability scores from old age.

[Leafar the Light]

Dungeon Kobold wrote:

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...

[Axerus]

Such strife, each cry of pain, each mother who watches her son march to a doomed war is sweet sucur unto me.

Boring7 you are with child. And such a sweet babe it shall be, born of a God and a dragon, a dragon touched my my corruption. Please bring this god-child into the world, if the first thing its godling senses feel is the echoing strife and pain from the world below I am sure it will become as I am. Yes a child as corrupt as I am, and born into your city, he will make a good companion with Targeteer Akron both creatures born of light but inevitably destined for darkness.

With his greater power caused by the increase in suffering in the world Axerus turns his attention to disrupting communication in between the allied forces. The fox-plagues strikes again and Axerus manipulates frightened soldiers to begin slaughtering the Roocaf, where is their god now?

Axerus's cult of Xergarr begin training mythic champions in the maze of the sword.

[Axerus]

"Targeteer Akron let me whisper in your ear, the war has changed you, made you hard. Your god and your people focus on magical construction but you found your greatest creation is a machine of war. What are you without war? Why should you let the war end? Gather your forces and destroy the Dogarr man woman and child, you should destroy the human race as well as they have proven too easily corrupted. Kill...Kill...Kill..."

With the war coming to a lull after the great flood Axerus ceases his attacks on the food supplies and turns his attention towards corrupting the hero Targeteer Akron creator of the flying fortress of the D'kin.

[Leafar the Light]

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.

[Leafar the Light]

Jakoberg wrote:

"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?

[Petty Alchemy]

"Stand back!" shrieks an enormous red drake, landing over Jakoberg's garden.
"Yours was a world of aether and mists, and I will not allow it here." It unfurls its great wings, saturating the earth with quicksilver, and tree begins rapid growth, each leaf reflecting those around it
"I beget the Age of Mirrors!

[Goth Guru]

Dogon the Destroyer wrote:

Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda wrote:

The surfacers are gathering for war. So be it! The Destroyer is bound and blockaded, thus we may turn our attentions properly to the rest of this miserable prison. We will send forth the gets first, their chains clenched in the claws of our kyton minions. Once they have bled the opposition, we will send our champions and centuries to join the fray.

To war, my gemstone guardians and crystal cavalry. To War!

My Dogarr can easily destroy the gets! I need to know now if you are with us or against us?! Make your choice, Culex! I am sure the worm riddled dead of Puss the Wyrm will have fun with the gets! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Even dead demons can rise as undead. My army joined the Dogarr forces before the first attempted ambush.

[Dungeon Kobold]

As gods known and gods newly arrived poison thoughts, bodies, and the very land itself, mere mortals do battle far below. The Vandan have made their move, and the silver wyrm that cursed them is more than ready to meet them.

It is a terrific battle. It is said that the silver wyrms draw luck from the world like a vacuous sponge, and even when the dust has settled, nobody is exactly sure of everything that transpired. Unlikelihood after unlikelihood occurred in the dragon's favor, and countless Vandan have perished.

But when the dust has settled, the Vandan stand tall.

The question is, what now? Will they slay the cancerous monstrosity, bringing just a bit more order and balance to a world that sorely needs it? Or will they attempt to use the creature towards their own ends?

[Dogon the Destroyer]

To Murmer/DK, many of my Dogarr died in the flood you caused you caused. If I cared one bit for them I would be mad. Thankfully due to my ally the Wyrm my dead Dogarr will be risen as the undead. Under the command of my High Priest Vorrak, we will destroy the Armies of Light. The Humans, Primevans, D'Kin, and Couatl will be destroyed. The city of Primeva will be ours, then the world of...I guess there is no name yet...it matters not! Target my soldiers Arkon, it matters not! Your flying city will fall. Vorrak carries the Amulet of Anniliation and the Sword of Destruction. We cannot be defeated!

[Goth Guru]

The great flood and the earthquakes have only swelled my armies ranks. If the dragon dies, I call dibs on the body. Also, if I can get the pendant, it's sacrifice will aid in the ritual to remake me.

[boring7]

War's getting messy down below. The D'kin have had to evacuate the lowlands, vales, and sections of forest because of floodwaters and live a more nomadic lifestyle because of the geological activity. Anchor #3 is now buried under 200 feet of obsidian and several gates have had to become completely mobile. But my children persevere; their wings bear them to new holds and their airships carry their livelihoods with them. Their bolt-hole here on the first moon provides sanctuary as they move their pieces about, surviving, struggling, overcoming.

Some demon-god thing calling itself Axerus tries to whisper to my mind and my unhatched child, it is of little concern and he is a foolish creature, even by the standards of divinity. He mistakes me for a god and cannot tell my erstwhile lover from his scaly brethren. It is pleasing to know that the befuddling magic we crafted together works so well, but being on a god's radar is always a hassle.

Calculatrix is being disrupted by the current medium. When asked to determine the probability of someone unleashing the destroyer it chokes on an irreconcilable equation. It repeats something about the stable temporal instability of deterministic fractal fallacies, or outputs sheet music with song lyrics. Either it's all the reality-warping divine magic being thrown around or the giant magic sword is a particularly complicated construct of magic and starmetal.

I am finding some catchy tunes, though.

(ooc: I'm rolling a particularly dire munchkin wizard build in a lunar dragon chassis. Full backstory is irrelevant, but she doesn't care to actually become divinity, "too bound by their portfolios and their nature" she says.)

[Farael the Fallen]

I have spoken to Hutan and we both know there is only one option left to us. My Primevans begin to withdraw back to defend their city...

[Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda]

Our hunters take the dragon's disabled form back to one of our emerald cities, where it is firmly imprisoned in one of our many laboratories for study and operation. Firstly its bizarre aura of strange fortune is examined, experiments performed and attempts managed, until at last we decipher the nature of its energies and our mages discern how to duplicate its effects in more controlled measures.

Once this new power is added to our arsenal, work on the dragon itself commences. Crystals from Vanda herself are inserted into its body, grown within its flesh and armor, strengthening the weaknesses in its argent hide and bolstering its vulnerabilities against further assault. The last few are introduced directly into its brain, where Vanda's will is spoken directly into its subconscious, wiping away the chaos and disorder of its former will and introducing the strength, order, and structure of purpose that guides our people.

Once the conversion is complete, guided by our mages this Crystal Wyrm will be brought to the surface to join our armies under mine own command.

[Hutan the Hunter]

I tell my human tribes to ride back across the great plains. Only Hu-Nar stays behind holding the Spear of Humanity. Once thrown the spear cannot miss. He casts back and throws the spear across the waters. It finds its mark and strikes the Amulet of Anniliation that Vorrak wore around his neck. The spear breaks the amulet in two and pure destruction is released around Vorrak, the Dogarr and the worm riddled undead. The explosion rocks the world and Hu-Nar closes his eyes knowing this battle and his life is over as the wave hits him...

[Dorcus]

Waters rise and steam at the fire in my limbs and the heat of my iron body. Worm-infested corpses make broken bodies move at my feet. The stink of decay mixes with the taint of dark magics. I see such small thing do such large works and am inspired. It begins with a single construct of carbon, a black crystal engine of perfection. Feeding on the worms and the corpses to form more black diamond constructs, so small as to be impossible for crude organic senses to make out. This black and gray fluid of my tiny creations goes forth, and my attention is lost among the rattling Sparks of my thoughts.

[Dungeon Kobold]

As the Vandan people set to work attempting to exploit the magic of the dragon, they are plagued with misfortune after misfortune for one week. Then, all settles. The wyrm is at last brought under their control. It would take an accident of untold improbability for their perfectly-crafted system to fail, and their strength begins to grow to fearsome levels.

[Dungeon Kobold]

Hutan the Hunter wrote:

I tell my human tribes to ride back across the great plains. Only Hu-Nar stays behind holding the Spear of Humanity. Once thrown the spear cannot miss. He casts back and throws the spear across the waters. It finds its mark and strikes the Amulet of Anniliation that Vorrak wore around his neck. The spear breaks the amulet in two and pure destruction is released around Vorrak, the Dogarr and the worm riddled undead. The explosion rocks the world and Hu-Nar closes his eyes knowing this battle and his life is over as the wave hits him...

As the spear flies towards the amulet, a shadow appears above Vorrak. It is one of the thirteen unlucky dragons, this one of shining gold. Losing a fight with several unnamed heroes, it comes crashing down towards the High Priest.

In one last horrible stroke of misfortune, the High Priest is smashed down into the ice as the explosion goes off, and the shattering amulet falls into the dragon's open maw as it begins to breathe fire at its attackers. The dragon and heroes are obliterated instantly, as are countless Dogarr and undead.

But not all of them.

And so the number drops to nineteen.

Spoiler:

C'mon, what fun would it be if the villains went down that fast? :P

Incidentally, I really love being able to play a god whose entire shtick is, "Are you f%*@ing SERIOUS? That would never happen!"

[Leafar the Light]

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...

[Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda]

Fire and light burns through the earth, breaching the surface and turning the living and the dead to ash and gemdust. For the first time since this wretched world's creation, Vanda sees the stars once again. At the place where the energy struck, a crater is formed, which soon floods with the ruby-silver fluid that fills our world - Vanda's very blood.

This wound, this Lightscar, is our mark and memory of this battle for eons to come.

Yet fight on we must and we do, by no means are we to surrender to annihilation! We unleash the dragon, our newborn Crystal Wyrm, after seizing from it the shards of gemstones from which successors, crystal drakes, will one day be born. These secure, the Wyrm is released with firm direction - to ravage the Dogarr, leaving not even corpses in its wake, returning the survivors of the plague menace to dust and nothing more.

[Dorcus]

A pulse across the world, my vision clouds and I am lost for a moment. As my head clears I turn and see only one blackened crystal stands, hiding iny shadow. I pick it up and mold it once more. The bellows of my lungs inflate it, and it stands on 7 crystalline legs, my crystal spider burrows into the earth, its silicone brain casting out webs of control.

I feel it is not enough, so I gather the necrotic walkers and broken weapons and forge an engine of fear. Aberrations and horrors from the nightmares of the living ride the webs of mind and thought to its core and the horrors of many angles are born into this world.

It's broken geometry is beautiful, and for now I walk onward.

Spoiler:

Seems like the world doesn't have enough aberrations in it yet.

[Dungeon Kobold]

Wow, the earth shook so hard, it got launched to another subforum!

[Goth Guru]

I am altering some of the Dogarr, into naga like worn beings that can spit acid and lead their still living cousins into the mountains. I think I created worm people before, with higher intelligence and wisdom than the stock they came from. When I am restored to my former glory, I will have a better idea what I am doing. A few of my creations are even going to try to burrow into the dragon and take it over. A monster after my own heart. I wish them luck.

[Dogon the Destroyer]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I order the surviving Dogarr to retreat back to Mt. Dogon. I will simply make more. My temple will be built deep within the mountain. I reavh out to find my Sword Destruction, but I am unable to sense it. No matter. I shall create a new and even more powerful artifact. This world will be destroyed. I shall find new allies or I will make them. I will especially make the Humans pay dearly!

[Nevara the Night Queen]

On my own world I "died". I was the little known goddess of ravens. Even with my divine blood my few worshippers couldn't keep me alive. My spirit drifted through the planes, dimensions, domains, because I wouldn't allow myself to go to some Hell run by those devils/demons. I thought this was how I was going to spend forever...

Then, I found my spirit pulled here by this newly made and voided world. I witnessed the various gods, angels, demons, and whatevers come here and create or destroy things. It was glorious! After this nasty fight that ended with a big BOOM I found a recently dead, Human woman. She had drowned in a flood that came out of nowhere. My spirit entered her body, and I started to make it move. It was a perfect fit!

I wandered north, where I saw this really depressing Mt. Dogon, so I didn't want to "live" there. So I moved west of his mountain and I found the perfect place!

It was a valley surrounded by dark mountains and harsh hills. I loved it! I reached out to see if any ravens were on this world. Birds did come to me, but I had to change them a bit to become ravens. Now I had a home, but I needed a family. I felt the dead out there. I saw their mangled bodies piled up near the Lightscar (like that name). I felt them everywhere, so I Called them to me.

I decided to name my home the Valley of Nevara, and I became its Queen. Let the dead come to me to live again...

[Gulian]

Nuah, the Earth's Child

Some Gods simply... came to be. One day, they would awaken, and gaze upon the land that gave birth to them. What purpose these... natural gods have is beyond any mind, mortal or divine to truly comprehend. Perhaps the answer to this would be not far from the answer to another question: "Why do things exist?" - both equally impossible to answer.

And so, Nuah came to be. Born of the planet's own Will. The newborn, infant God opened it's silvery eyes only to see a desolate, uninhabited land of endless plain and rocky soil. Something about this made the mysterious creature sad- sad to see his Mother's skin so uncared for. "Nuaah~..." - it uttered in a ringing, magical voice. Acting upon mere instinct, Nuah brushed his long hands along the dried soils, gently, as if patting his Mother, and rock would turn to soil in a vast distance around him. Soil to grass, from which trees would sprout, creating a deep, thick forest around the young God. "Nuaah~!" - it exclaimed happily, its ears rocking left and right in tandrum with one another.

The Young God felt tired and the need to sleep weighed down upon his eyelids. Forming his body into a perfect spherical shape, the God had gone to sleep, to awaken in another time, and another age.

I hope you'll forgive me for the different alias and picture. I really wanted that one and couldn't find anything suitable.

[Farael the Fallen]

I am working on a map based on previous posts. I have also been making a glossary of sorts. Its in alphabetically order and lists the gods, goddesses, races, artifacts, weapons, etc.

The map so far has the locations of Nevara's valley (with the hills and mountains around it, the valley is in the far northwest), the Obsidian Mountain is at the far north (with a sword stuck in it that is keeping the Destroyer stuck), south of it is Mt. Dogon and his temple (I assume his Dogarr live around it), to the northeast is a river that runs through vast mountains to a Mashileen settlement next to an ocean that's on the eastside of the map (no name for it yet), the Lightscar (its in the center of the map replacing the Field of Blood), south of it is the city of Primeva next to the Great Sea, tp the west are the Human tribes on vast plains, then the "Greatest Forest" with strange goblin monkeys, then south of that is Jakoberg's Garden (what is growing there), and at the very bottom of the map are the Southern Jungles with Stunties living there.

OK, did I miss something? I will set up some sort of free blog so I can create a link to the map. Its in pencil so it can easily change. Its not professional at all...lol. Also, lets talk about an actual name for the world if that's ok. So far we just have Calamp. The Gods can submit their ideas for name and we can take a vote. Look up how Glorion was named for thoughts...lol

[Dungeon Kobold]

The Murmur calls the planet "Detweni".

[Gulian]

Is it alright if the "Greatest Forest" is my god's creation?

Nuah stares at you in confusion. Names are a mortal concept.

[Farael the Fallen]

Gulian wrote:

Is it alright if the "Greatest Forest" is my god's creation?

Nuah stares at you in confusion. Names are a mortal concept.

[occ]Of course, Nuah. Dungeon Kobold, your vote is noted.[/occ]

[boring7]

Farael the Fallen wrote:

I am working on a map based on previous posts. I have also been making a glossary of sorts. Its in alphabetically order and lists the gods, goddesses, races, artifacts, weapons, etc.

The map so far has the locations of Nevara's valley (with the hills and mountains around it, the valley is in the far northwest), the Obsidian Mountain is at the far north (with a sword stuck in it that is keeping the Destroyer stuck), south of it is Mt. Dogon and his temple (I assume his Dogarr live around it), to the northeast is a river that runs through vast mountains to a Mashileen settlement next to an ocean that's on the eastside of the map (no name for it yet), the Lightscar (its in the center of the map replacing the Field of Blood), south of it is the city of Primeva next to the Great Sea, tp the west are the Human tribes on vast plains, then the "Greatest Forest" with strange goblin monkeys, then south of that is Jakoberg's Garden (what is growing there), and at the very bottom of the map are the Southern Jungles with Stunties living there.

OK, did I miss something? I will set up some sort of free blog so I can create a link to the map. Its in pencil so it can easily change. Its not professional at all...lol. Also, lets talk about an actual name for the world if that's ok. So far we just have Calamp. The Gods can submit their ideas for name and we can take a vote. Look up how Glorion was named for thoughts...lol

Goblins are stunties, I'm just rude. It is an old derogatory term for goblins, snotlings, gnomes, kobolds, dwarves, and other races you can "overlook" (lolshortjokes) that I picked up from a blood bowl/warhammer player I knew. I am a terrible, ridiculous person.

[Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda]

No names jumping to mind here, and the Vandans wouldn't refer to it by its name anyway. There's Vanda at the center then the Stone Above beyond.

[rainzax]

the gets, upon beholding their own terrible reflections in the Garden of Mirrors, a place they dwelled unto the arrival of the Red Drake, and upon not seeing the awful spreading of the feared Quicksilver show any sign of slowing, after a brief period of panic in which half of the population snuffs out the miserable lives of the other half bare-handed, scatter in all directions; an exodus in the shape of eccentric explosion, to bear the burden of their existence to all other corners of the globe, and unto all the other races, who pity them, or enslave them, or simply destroy them, left to the fickle whims of the own desperate fate, their sad lot uprooted from all familiar land, forever cursed to wander, to wallow, weary and worn, and sickened by the smiles of the fairer races, hateful, sad, angry, and in perpetual sorrow...

Spoiler:

what happens to the bodies left in the garden?

[Farael the Fallen]

rainzax wrote:

the gets, upon beholding their own terrible reflections in the Garden of Mirrors, a place they dwelled unto the arrival of the Red Drake, and upon not seeing the awful spreading of the feared Quicksilver show any sign of slowing, after a brief period of panic in which half of the population snuffs out the miserable lives of the other half bare-handed, scatter in all directions; an exodus in the shape of eccentric explosion, to bear the burden of their existence to all other corners of the globe, and unto all the other races, who pity them, or enslave them, or simply destroy them, left to the fickle whims of the own desperate fate, their sad lot uprooted from all familiar land, forever cursed to wander, to wallow, weary and worn, and sickened by the smiles of the fairer races, hateful, sad, angry, and in perpetual sorrow...

** spoiler omitted **

Spoiler:

I imagine the dead bodies become undead, now that we have two gods dealing with that. Maybe they make their way up to Nevara. Not sure about that one yet.

[rainzax]

...also curious about Quicksilver interaction, if any, and the whims of the Red Drake... it's notable that this is also a sizable mass grave, being half the population of the first generation gets...

[Farael the Fallen]

Spoiler:

I will say that Farael lets his people decide, and they want to call it Primeva. Other options are Detweni, Stone Above, Vanda, Nuah, then simply calling it The World, or "Creation", since its in the title of the thread. Its not a big deal for me, just fun. Maybe in character I will call for a Council of the Gods just to clarify issues, and deal with Dogon who wants to destroy the whole world. Both evil, neutral, and good gods at the very least agree that the world should not be destroyed. OK, now back to character.

[Farael the Fallen]

rainzax wrote:

...also curious about Quicksilver interaction, if any, and the whims of the Red Drake... it's notable that this is also a sizable mass grave, being half the population of the first generation gets...

Spoiler:

They bury the dead gets in a huge, mass grave that become a mound, and forever more it is haunted. It even becomes a religious area of sorts for gets. A place they must visit once their pathetic lifetimes. So a get is a race and a religion. Just saying...

[Gulian]

The World Tree.

And so, within his forest a race of small green and yellow creatures set out to build a temple in the name of another deity. However, Nuah did nothing to hinder them for such concepts as Gods, Worship and Religions were beyond the Earth's Child. It's power came not from mortal beliefs and prayers, but from the Earthmother herself, which the young god loved dearly.

Among the vast expansion of the Great Forest, within the very heart of its thick growth a new tree began to grow. As the years passed, it grew beyond that of any tree within its vicinity and gained the visage of no ordinary tree, for it possessed a face and massive arms with a height hundreds of times taller than any normal tree. Ages later, this would be known as the World Tree and its grandfatherly care would stretch in the form of massive roots stretching through the planet's earthen shell.

Atop this great sylvan giant slept the young god, breathing softly as his very presence induced the growth and creation of new life.

"Nuaaah...~"

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The current times.

The explosion scattered the poor gets throughout the world, wandering to their grief and devastation. Eventually, they would reach a great forest with trees younger only than the world itself. Surely, the presence of the gigantic tree attracted the poor creatures as they would gather around it as a sort of refugee.

Yet the tree did not hate them, it merely took pity on their fate. And in this pity it gave the gets in the forest a gift. A gift of Druidism, a blessing of nature itself. These Gets gained beauty unsurpassed and lived long and happily, one with their habitat, ascended from their miserable kin. They would come to be known as... The Elves.

I can do that right? Alter a part of someone else's race?

[Farael the Fallen]

Gulian wrote:

The World Tree.

And so, within his forest a race of small green and yellow creatures set out to build a temple in the name of another deity. However, Nuah did nothing to hinder them for such concepts as Gods, Worship and Religions were beyond the Earth's Child. It's power came not from mortal beliefs and prayers, but from the Earthmother herself, which the young god loved dearly.

Among the vast expansion of the Great Forest, within the very heart of its thick growth a new tree began to grow. As the years passed, it grew beyond that of any tree within its vicinity and gained the visage of no ordinary tree, for it possessed a face and massive arms with a height hundreds of times taller than any normal tree. Ages later, this would be known as the World Tree and its grandfatherly care would stretch in the form of massive roots stretching through the planet's earthen shell.

Atop this great sylvan giant slept the young god, breathing softly as his very presence induced the growth and creation of new life.

"Nuaaah...~"

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The current times.

The explosion scattered the poor gets throughout the world, wandering to their grief and devastation. Eventually, they would reach a great forest with trees younger only than the world itself. Surely, the presence of the gigantic tree attracted the poor creatures as they would gather around it as a sort of refugee.

Yet the tree did not hate them, it merely took pity on their fate. And in this pity it gave the gets in the forest a gift. A gift of Druidism, a blessing of nature itself. These Gets gained beauty unsurpassed and lived long and happily, one with their habitat. They would come to be known as... The Elves.

I can do that right? Alter a part of someone else's race?

Spoiler:

You are a god, so you can do "almost" anything you want. You didn't destroy them. However, Rainzax is also a god and he might disagree and change it back or do something back at you. Its all in fun. However, if it stands these will be some really ugly Elves...lol

[rainzax]

...and the grudge the first generation gets bear against the second generation burns hotter, effervescent hate boiling their blood and stirring their frenzy to greater depths, and fanning the flame of jealousy and rage, that one particularly ugly get, even by get standards, becomes the first to take his own worthless life, upon gazing upon the first "elf" mad with envy and spite, that all get come to believe that these new abominations, perversions of perversions, and mocking them!, are instilled with the power to kill with a glance, and flee from the World Tree, besmote and begrudged, leaving the new creatures to their own devices, who, denying their true origins, construct elaborate myths to conceal the progenitorial truth, filthy, unspeakable...

Spoiler:

a get's Hatred bonus when making an attack roll against an Elf is doubled

[Gulian]

They became pretty elves! I wrote it during the last few sentences. :)

[Dogon the Destroyer]

This world is missing something. Perhaps we can have a "Council of the Gods" to talk about issues, and in return I will delay destroying the world for 1,000 years. Hmmmmmm, as I ponder deep within my temple Mt. Dogon, my Dogarr suffer as they should. My Destroyer is stuck inside a mountain AFTER I MADE HIM! I spend more time pondering, and then I realize that something else is buried with the world. There were giants in the earth!
[spoiler]http://www.genesis6giants.com/index.php?s=388[spoiler]

I send out a Call and all across the world (lets call it Dogon) the giants rise from the earth and sea. In the mountains near my temple giants made of stone and fire rise up to join me. The next war will not have the same result as Lightscar!