Godhood- Tapestry
01-05-2017, 04:46 PM
Post: #51
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Tu'rebaal's expression remained alien, unreadable and completely static.

"I welcome all help in ensuring we have a useful and practical atmosphere to serve the entire firmament."
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01-05-2017, 04:53 PM
Post: #52
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"Oooh, hello!" Jule-Phren grinned as Anastella arrived. "Now that's a mother figure if I've ever seen one!"

Jule-Phren pursed her lips, tapping her lips with the quill pen and thinking about what she could do. Her eyes flicked over Tu'rebaal, and watched as he put in the basics of an atmosphere. Now that she could do.

Just as she pulled out the paper of her left index finger, however, Animoras arrived. Jule-Phren watched his 'events' unfold with a look of surprise, trying to suppress thoughts of the more... sordid literature that made her up. That was not why she was here. She cleared her throat, opened her mouth to say something, and then promptly closed it. There was nothing she could say that would fully explain how she felt about that, and she knew a lot of words.

"Two arrivals: One cloaked in light and the other in... depravity. And thus, with their arrival, brought the winds of change." Jule-Phren elaborated, finishing her sentence with a flourish. As she did, the limited amount air that Tu'rebaal made began moving, spinning around until it was suddenly more than it was, a gentle breeze blowing across the Firmament

-2 Acts: Finishing up the atmosphere started by Tu'rebaal.
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01-05-2017, 04:53 PM
Post: #53
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"I love you too, Turr-Bear, but mostly because your name is a pun and I really dig that."

Animoras lazily circles, watching his cloak follow with passing interest.

"I don't know why our friend the Fiery Chaos god is so disturbed by that. A life-giving source erupts all at once from a towering protrusion... That's just a volcano, Razzy! Same thing, different name! Nature is boner jokes all the way down when you look at it, even in worlds that existed BEFORE I did, not that time and space have any meaning for us God types!"
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01-05-2017, 05:00 PM
Post: #54
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The artisan stops its' work briefly to see what is being done to the firmament. Is looks at the ring of bright water. Filling in the patterns of its' canvas. Lit by the cosmic energy of the multiverse. It does not seem to have any strong opinion on this. As it soon returns to its' work without comment, or evidence of either approval or disapproval.

Space is warped and time is bendable.
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01-05-2017, 05:03 PM
Post: #55
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Animoras throws around glitter to celebrate the finishing of making a technically habitable environment. He puts a little party hat to hover above the Artisan's head, which stays for a while spitting out non-material sparks before it eventually fades away.
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01-05-2017, 08:13 PM
Post: #56
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Kytheros watched impassively as his peers went about their business. Although he seemed to do a double take when Animoras did his... inventive means of water creation.

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01-06-2017, 01:49 AM
Post: #57
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The current state of the firmament.

The water summoned by Animoras is filling the grooves of the the firmament in a ring around the hole.

The light pouring in from outside of the universe is putting most of the firmament in a state of eternal day. Bright blue skies are the norm. However, because the light pouring in is generated from outside the firmament, there are shadows cast on the edge of the hole. This means that there is also a ring of eternal sunset with blood red skies. And a land of eternal night. All of the water currently exists in this ring of eternal night.

The ring of eternal night is colder than average, often dipping into freezing temperatures. Harsh winds pour in from the energy let in by the hole in the firmament. It is not entirely inhospitable to life. But creatures that live here will require some way to weather the harsh winds and freezing temperatures.

There is an aurora borealis affect around the hole in the firmament. Both across the sky as normal, but also rising up horizontally from the edges of the gap.

Space is warped and time is bendable.
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01-06-2017, 09:20 AM (This post was last modified: 01-09-2017 01:59 PM by Vancho1.)
Post: #58
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The Empress wrinkled her nose at Animoras's antics. Ignoring him, she turned to Tu'rebaal.

"Thank you for your greeting. I am honored to see such a fastidious god among those gathered here."

She then focused the energies of the universe which suffused her and began creating a plane of existence. She raised up a palace of white stone, with a long throne room to hold her Celestial Court. This would be her realm, a bright realm of peace, but the other gods could enter if they did so under her rules. As she put much of her energy into the palace, the rest of the realm had simple cloud-like hills and green grass around the castle.

Once she had worshipers, they would be able to join her there. (5 Acts)

Returning to the mortal realm, she created a vine-like, cold-tolerant plant species to create a substrate for further life on the Firmament. (1 Act)

The one, the only, Vancho!
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01-06-2017, 09:58 AM (This post was last modified: 01-07-2017 04:31 AM by Kadis.)
Post: #59
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Kitterchin didn’t particularly want to stare at the ocean anymore, but his eyelids had joined the host of other things not listening to him today. “Well. I just want to say…” he managed, before realizing he actually had no idea what he wanted to say. There always seemed to be one in every gathering – the one who insisted it wasn’t a party until all your food had been eaten, all your alcohol had been drunk, all your pets had been deflowered and something had been thrown off the balcony. Part of him wanted to offer the indiscriminate rainbow mass some tea, since it was probably dehydrated after all that expended… fluid, but then he’d have to bleach his mug and likely set it on fire for good measure. Another part of him wanted to welcome the Empress and let her how much he appreciated having a gracious lady and a true practitioner of the medical arts on hand, but then he started wondering why they were called medical arts specifically when he felt any degree of artistic license was probably an unnecessary danger, particularly as it pertained to surgery, and by the time he’d finished lamenting the imprecision of language she had already disappeared into her brand-new palace. At least it looked clean.

So, as was often the case, he defaulted to muttering. “Someday, I’ll go somewhere really, really safe. There will be a comfortable chair and a decent fire going and a card that says nice things. That’s all I want, some peace and quiet and no maniacs thrusting oceans upon a cold and lifeless dome – wait, is that really all I want? That’s entirely pathetic. While you’re at it how about you get some better aspirations, Kitterchin…

His ears perked up. There was something he could do, now that he thought about it. If the silent god and the Empress could have their own homes, he could probably bring his here, or at least a reasonable variation.

Kitterchin looked again at the two palaces. It didn’t have to be quite as big or ostentatious, he decided, and summoned his own spark of power around him and stretching it into a reality. Just a cottage, big enough for a sitting room and a fireplace, and a larder full of anything he might want. A few guest rooms perhaps – it couldn’t be a real home without guests – and a few extra doors for visiting the dreamlands and the Empress’s gardens. His own gardens came out more sensible than elegant, but maybe he could ask someone with an artistic eye for help. Although if it was Animoras, he might ask him to bring his own tools. As an afterthought he added one more door, to the centre of the bright circle of light in the mortal realm. Not much was there yet, but it could turn into somewhere worth visiting. (-5 Acts)

When he was finished, he had a rustic country house, contained in its own bubble of warmth and safety. He wiped his brow and trained the last of the stone-cold tea. Much better. This place might just start to feel like home. Even if the neighbours were more raucous than he preferred.
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01-06-2017, 05:18 PM
Post: #60
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"Other colors than black and white exist, you know!"

Animoras circled lazily through the expanse of space.

"My DEAR mother Goddess, how STUNNING your castle would look with accents of gold and crimson! And cold Kyheros, why, shades of indigo and blue would bring out the shine of your obsidian spire! And KITTERYCHINS!"

He blinks out of existence, spinning into Kitterchin's cozy living room.

"Why, what's a cozy cottage without some nice green paint, cracking ever so slightly from age, a lovely mahogany carpet... Ohhhhh, and here I am without any paint."

He curls up in front of the fireplace, on the floor, like a particularly ostentatious cat.

"Hmmm, this is nice. Boring, but nice. This your sort of thing, Kittychins? Oooh, we should make a cozy mountainside inn for the mortals, when we make them! Think of it, you get to see mortals all cozy and enjoying nice food and drink, and I get to make magical rugs in front of the fireplaces that increase fertility! Trust me, every ol' gramma that's given the wedding gift of a homemade quilt was trying the EXACT same trick."
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01-06-2017, 11:40 PM
Post: #61
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Kytheros considered the clown god's words for a moment and looked upon the other palaces of the gods.

He had no intention of making it as garish as the clown god would perhaps prefer... if his previous exploits were anything to go by, however, he did have a point. A simple black spire seen from all dreams would Seem ominous indeed, but no champion of mortals would ever dare brave the wilds of the dreamlands, leaving the safety of their own dreams to venture forth so that they might find this dread city and visit the Unheard.

Kytheros raised his ashen staff and swept it before him, sending forth a great gust of wind that blew about his palace and spire. Blue flames erupted in nooks and crannies, and upon the battlements, and on the bastions and crenellations braziers were lit. Ugly greens, dark purples, spectral blues and sepulchral white flames casting little light about their surroundings but visible from afar and sending dancing shapes in shadow across the rough edges and uneven surfaces of the spire city, each one tempting or terrifying, luring an onlooker to constantly check the corners of their eyes of things half seen but never spied. The spire was as dark as it ever was but now with its ghost lights was it cast in subtle highlights and illumination.

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01-07-2017, 04:59 AM
Post: #62
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The state of the firmament, update: Apparently the dream realm gateway at the center of the universe appears as a nebulous cloud of colorful chaos when viewed from the outside. This causes a kaleidoscope effect on the far side of the firmament as light is refracted through the cloud.

(You guys have already made this universe one of my favorites of any godhood I've seen. Thanks for that.)

Space is warped and time is bendable.
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01-07-2017, 06:41 AM
Post: #63
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"It seems most of us are building places for ourselves," said Tu'rebaal to the remaining assembled gods. "I suppose I would be remiss not to also establish my plane. I do intend it to predate mortal life, after all." As he vanished from view, he even let a slight hint of mirth reach his otherwise disciplined tone. "Let it never be said that I am easily outdone!"

With a smart step, he vanished into another plane, creating it around him. There, the sky was red-bronze with wispy clouds, like a concealed sunset but with ambient light instead of a sun. The ground was obsidian, a facsimile of the firmament, though instead of beautiful fractal etchings it featured rings within rings of entrenchments. Built upon it was an unspeakably vast iron fortress, shaped like a hundred-pointed star. So vast was it that from afar it was seen only as massive sloped wall, low to the ground, marked at regular intervals by huge triangular bastions and covered with bright military banners that appeared to be mere specks of color from a distance. Within it, he built a second, taller but narrower fort, only ninety-nine bastions, and within that, ninety-eight, and so on, taller and taller each time, until at the middle it was a circular tower without any bastions, only a mile across but ten miles high. Now the whole thing looked like a vast pyramid of steel, funnel-like, tapering to a spire at the center. The inner rings loomed higher and higher over the previous battlements the further in you looked. It was beyond impenetrable, excessive in its defensiveness.

An upper floor of the spire would be dedicated to Tu'rebaal's own court, should he ever see fit to hold one. The rest would be an incredible network of war-rooms, plastered with maps of the other planes and predominantly sections of the material world. From this spire, one could track the movements of every force, every soldier. It was an expression of Tu'rebaal's own military omniscience. The few innermost rings were equally honeycombed on their interior with forges and factories, training rooms and barracks, armories and arsenals, all shapable and reshapable at Tu'rebaal's discretion. From the walls hung banners in a thousand different styles, denoting a thousand legions, and upon them were mounted fantastic weapons and defenses, from preternatural silver ballistae to turret-mounted magical beam weapons, from menacing spike traps to deployable thunderclouds to smite airborne attackers. Not to anticipate an invasion, as Tu'rebaal expected that nobody would ever be foolish enough to attempt to assault this ultimate fortress, but instead as an example of his own dominion over warfare. As it was coterminous with the other extant realms of the gods (except Kitterchin's cottage, which simply had a door leading there as it usually did), one might wander too far out of the dreamscape or Anastella's paradise and find themselves wandering across the black glass at the foot of that Citadel.

And to staff it all, Tu'rebaal created the focus of this entire dimension. Spiritual beings, intelligent but with only limited free-will, a hierarchy with himself as the head. They stood tall, many of the more important standing more than 20 feet tall, as much as size mattered in the ephemeral realms where they didn't have true physical bodies. They were soldiers, each inheriting Tu'rebaal's knowledge of war, capable of applying it with powerful limbs made of living elements - fire, water, air and stone each. Most of them had no face but for a single eye, though their sergeants would have several, and their officers might have as many eyes as their god, arranged in lines across their face and down their limbs. They wore bright metal cloth, in bold colors uniform to each legion, captains and generals leading them in far more fanciful attire. They each were armed with swords and bows of the same unreal metals, though their armaments would update and follow those of the material plane, always keeping pace with the most cutting-edge mortal innovations. As part of their armor, great metal wings sprouted from their backs, that moved as part of them, living and granting them all flight.

They would be Tu'rebaal's army, his angels, his Thousand Legions. Each legion would have its own colors and uniform, its own command structure with titanic angels serving as legion-commanders and a handful of even greater angels commanding twenty legions each, though at the top was Tu'rebaal, commander-in-chief. Though they were not truly material, and thus could not pass into the material world without Tu'rebaal first giving them the power to incarnate, they would make fantastic divine emissaries and agents, and they were ever prepared to take up their arms to serve as soldiers if war ever reached the ephemeral planes.

Tu'rebaal creates the Citadel, a giant fortress dimension full of angel legions. (-5 acts)

Honestly, it looked like it was mostly just for show.
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01-07-2017, 08:23 PM
Post: #64
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"Gosh, that's boring." Jule-Phren sighed. Everybody was squirreling away into their own hideouts? What fun was that? The party had just started and everybody was already heading home. "I had really hoped this would be more like some kind of... action thriller or fantastic creationist sorta thing. Instead we're stuck with..." She glanced down at the little plants that dotted the firmament. "A domestic farming story. Yippee." Jule-Phren rolled her eyes. Looks like she would have to be the protagonist after all.

"With the din of creation dying down, the universe fell quiet." Jule-Phren began, pulling out the paper of her right bicep and starting to write there. "But life would not be impeded by a lack of action." She twirled her pen in a circle, and a quiet rumble came from the dark side of the Firmament. The vines there trembled in anticipation. "In fact, it came into existence with... a crash!"

Jule-Phren made a finger gun, and out of the tip of her finger shot a bolt of lightning. It impacted the place where the rumble came from and shot up a shower of sparks. The sparks ignited some of the vines clustered there, and smoke quickly began gathering there. Instead of dissipating into the air, however, the smoke cloud lingered above the ground, growing larger as the vines beneath it burned. The cloud, contrary to smoke's typical behavior, began rising into the air.

"And then..." Jule-Phren wrote, "A slash!" As she spoke, rain began pouring out of the bottom of the cloud, hot rain that let out steam as it impacted the cold surface of the dark side of the Firmament. It crisped the vines that had helped bring it into existence. "Slashing rain, that is." She made sure to clarify. At the location of the original lightning strike, the muddied ashes bubbled.

One such bubble pinched off, floating up into the sky. The hot rain seemed to do little other than wash off the wet ashes, revealing a domed shape with twelve tentacles hanging from its underside. Its insides were lit up a soft, phosphorescent green, and its simple organs were visible through the thin membrane that made up its dome. The creature floated down, plucked a vine from the ground with its tentacles, and returned to the sky. Once again at the site of the lightning strike, another ash bubble pinched off, and then another. Soon, the stormy skies were filled with a multitude of the creatures in a variety of colors, from blue to red to purple. Jule-Phren grinned.

"And thus, it began." Jule-Phren said, staring down at her paper. "The..." Her lips pursed in thought, and then she shrugged. "The Premier set off, its residents, known as 'Storm Bubbles', sheltered under its scalding wing." As she finished, the storm cloud began moving, drifting slowly along, the Storm Bubbles underneath floating along, dipping down and plucking vines from the ground when they got hungry.

-2 Acts: A large storm, known as the Premier, that moves slowly and constantly lets out a downpour of hot rain, with the occasional lightning strike and thunder clap.
-2 Acts: Creatures known as Storm Bubbles. They are jellyfish-like creatures that float along and eat the vines that coat the ground of the dark part of the Firmament. They need the warmth that the Premier provides to survive.
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01-07-2017, 09:04 PM
Post: #65
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"But the Premier's shelter was a vain hope. It did nothing but watch impassively, as trouble was brewing for its residents."

Razdor, clearly quite bored with everyone fucking off and doing their own thing in their own little planes, was hovering in mid-space directly behind Jule-Phren. He was putting on his best narrator voice, all low and gravelly and shit.

"Heeeey, Jules. 's pretty boring around here, isn't it?" And now he was back to his normal, much-less-dramatic voice. "Looks like the god of boners might've been right about things. After all, it looks like this whole universe has already turned into a divine dick-measuring contest. I'm glad you, of all people, can appreciate the dramatic."

Razdor wasn't sure what part he was going to play in this work. Protagonist? Antagonist? Wacky side character? Wacky side character who turns out to be a greater evil than anyone thought? There were so many choices, and hey, why should he choose now? He was just winging it. He produced a set of artist's tools from nowhere, drifting over to the nearest part of the firmament and clearing his throat.

"As the Premier wandered the land, raining upon its bubbly children, danger brewed unseen, down below." Razdor procured a paintbrush - or rather, several paintbrushes - and began drawing something directly onto the firmament. Something colorful and serpentine, and entirely two-dimensional. "Had any of the Storm Bubbles had an appreciation for the arts, they might have noticed before it was too late. But they were only mindless creatures, unable to recognize the beauty inherent in the terrible thing to come."

Razdor put a few finishing brush strokes on the firmament. He'd drawn a large, serpentine creature, in all sorts of colors - its colors shifted constantly, in fact, before fading to be nearly camouflaged with the firmament itself. They had two eyes (though the way Razdor drew them, only one was visible), and a mouth so big it seemed to split their whole head in half. In three pieces, actually, as the lower jaw was split into two parts.

With a last stroke of his brush, the creature on the firmament came to life - as did countless others which spontaneously appeared around it. The two-dimensional serpents swam effortlessly across the firmament, forms shifting and shimmering like wet paint. Which end was the head wasn't even clear at times - it seemed they could shift it from one side to the other with ease.

"The terrible masterpiece was complete! Complete, yet seemingly harmless. What good was mobile art, except something for the eyeless bubbles to ignore as they gnawed on vines?"

Razdor drifted back toward Jule-Phren, indicating them with one arm. "Sometimes, you see... you just can't ignore art."

At that moment, one of the serpents leaped right off the firmament, converting into a fully three-dimensional being, with smooth, rubbery skin that could change color at will. Its mouthparts spread apart as it arced through the air, right into a cluster of Storm Bubbles, before its tendrils grabbed one right out of the air. It stuffed the struggling jellyfish into its mouth during its descent, tearing it to shreds and stuffing it down its throat before it slipped back into the firmament. Its paint looked a little runnier, probably from exposure to the Premier, though it was rapidly repairing itself.

"On that day, the Storm Bubbles became quite aware of the terrible beauty of nature. Nothing would ever be quite the same."

Razdor creates the Painted Serpents, serpentine predators that can exist in both two and three dimensions. They swim through the firmament, and can leap out to catch their prey. However, prolonged exposure to the Premier's hot rains is harmful to them. (-4 acts)
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01-08-2017, 07:40 AM
Post: #66
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"Creating serious life already?" said Tu'rebaal, emerging from his dimension behind Razdor and Jule-Phren, though his focus was on the chaos serpent. "Such a venerable god as yourself must understand that the greatest worlds were not built in a day."

He turned to Jule-Phren. "Although I understand the impetuousness, if you wanted us to help you create life in such a hurry, you could have easily said something. Organization can achieve greater results than one or two individuals charging forward alone. Rather than complaining about us working on the planes before creating life, you could be now planning with us on what to introduce over the next few aeons. Have a little patience, wait to advance with your allies rather than alone, and we will be able to plan out and create an entire cohesive world. A writer of tales such as yourself must understand the importance of planning and coordination to prevent a narrative becoming a disconnected mess."
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01-08-2017, 08:08 AM
Post: #67
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"Ooh!" Jule-Phren jumped a bit in surprise at Razdor's voice, eyes sparking in excitement at Razdor's narration. "Well I am a Goddess of Stories!" She told him, grinning. "Drama is my middle name! Or, one of them, at least."

Jule-Phren watched in wonder as Razdor painted upon the Firmament, writing down the words he spoke. She was not well versed in the visual arts, much preferring to paint her ideas with words, but she was more than capable of offering sufficient appreciation to them. Her grin only grew as the paintings came to life, slithering after the hot rains of the Premier.

"The future had just begun," She wrote down after Razdor's words, excitement on her face as she turned to him. "And what it held was a mystery to all." A few other words danced on her lips, ones of joy and future ideas, but before she could get them out, a third party spoke from behind them, a reprimand his first words. Looks like she hit the nail on the head with her previous judgement of his character. Mentor indeed.

"But we made something!" Jule-Phren motioned towards the Premier, letting the paper she had been writing on coil back around her. "Something to get stuff started! Everybody else was just... making things that won't do anything yet." She sighed. "And maybe stories do require planning, but there isn't a story if you don't have any content! We needed a starter, ideas, a reason! And now we do!" She turned back to the Premier just in time to see a Storm Bubble get snatched out of the sky by one of the Painted Serpents. "There's no point in being here if there isn't anything to be here for."
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01-08-2017, 08:26 AM
Post: #68
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Razdor flapped his fingers and thumbs mockingly as Tu'rebaal spoke.

"Oh, please, spare me. Even if I was one about spending millennia planning what kind of grass to cover a golf course with, someone had to introduce a predator before those bubbles had a population explosion. I did this world a favor."
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01-08-2017, 09:40 AM
Post: #69
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"I am not touching the Firmament for a few centuries," Balthasar said, looking to Animoras. "Seriously, that was disgusting."

He looked out to the Firmament, with its slowly-appearing life.

"Instead, I shall create a refuge for the souls of the good and just. A place for the honorable and brave to call their final home. A great city of chivalry: Silvermont."

Balthasar creates a dimension composed of a large divine city with a towering central mountaintop bastion surrounded by verdant fields, clear rivers, and nice farms. The lands are ripe with adventuring opportunities, and are currently staffed by Balthasar's servants: The Silver Knights, an order of angelic protectors armored in silver plate, riding white gryphons and wielding greatswords. They are boisterous, brave, chivalrous, and adventurous, and are always willing to perform heroic feats in the name of their God. Similarly, the plane shall have secondary protectors known as the Silver Guard. They will be more numerous, wear similar silver platemail, employ a variety of weapons, and will not ride gryphons. Silvermont will be an afterlife for adventurous souls, and will be a pleasant one at that. (5 acts)
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01-09-2017, 11:20 AM (This post was last modified: 01-09-2017 11:21 AM by Demonsul.)
Post: #70
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"I am not judging your actions," said Tu'rebaal to Jule-Phren, in that same echoing, measured tone. "Though I am criticizing your quick condemnation of us other gods. I would argue that rather than being pointless, the planar realms are in fact very important in the grand plan of the universe. Establishing them quickly means that they will be an eternal constant from a mortal perspective, having existed before intelligent life even began to emerge."

Tu'rebaal turned to observe a passing Bubble. "Besides, I was mostly offering the suggestion that you seek organized collaboration. You can draft your story before writing it, come up with some greater content to write about, a narrative with an actual beginning rather than the first idea that comes to you. Then perhaps the universe can be a cohesive world, rather than becoming a random collection of different ideas piled together." He turned back to Jule-Phren. "As fanciful as these bubbles and snakes may be, I feel that they will mostly serve as a backdrop to the true stories of strife and struggle among intelligent mortal life that will make this universe a story worth telling."
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01-09-2017, 02:00 PM
Post: #71
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The Empress emerged to comment on the current discussion.

"I am willing to cooperate with you other gods in the future, however I ask that you must understand - an Empress cannot rule without her Court."

She waved back at her palace.

"And thus I created mine."

The one, the only, Vancho!
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01-09-2017, 03:23 PM
Post: #72
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"Sure sounded like it." Jule-Phren murmured. She pursed her lips. "The Bubbles weren't meant to be the focus anyway. A first chapter's supporting characters at best. Exposition creatures." She crossed her arms, watching a few Bubbles flit along. "They're my first drafts, if you will."

Jule-Phren let out a sigh of defeat at the Empress' arrival. And now here was the mother figure. She never had parents, but this had to be what having them felt like. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry. I just wanted to do something."
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01-09-2017, 10:21 PM
Post: #73
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Razdor yawned loudly.

"Yep, you're doin' a great job of ruling over nothing. Kudos, almighty Empress."
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01-10-2017, 02:00 AM (This post was last modified: 01-10-2017 03:01 AM by Raptarion.)
Post: #74
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
The gods arrive. Bringing with them their irrefutable will, with which they begin change the universe.

Though the god of chaos, and the goddess of stories are the first to arrive, it is the god of dreams who is first to act. Creating a realm of dreams to act as a buffer between the the world of the material, and the world of the ethereal. These three are soon followed by the gods of heroism, hospitality, and war. With only the god of hospitality given a chance to live up to his name as of yet, by making everyone feel welcome with tea. He’s dreadfully sorry it’s cold, but what can you very well expect, he’s been tossed through a hole in realities, and he didn’t exactly have time to grab the stove on the way out.

In the midsts of the arrival of the empress of light, plans to build on the firmament, and Tu’rebaal beginning to create air to act as the basis for life, the final god appears. Animoras ensures he can’t be ignored when he enters the universe. Creating the colorful Myriad Sea in spectacular fashion, he leaves the rest of the gods in states of discomfort and disgust.

Jule-Phren decided to finish up the atmosphere begun by Tu’rebaal, as most the gods begin creating their own various afterlifes and planes of existence. With no other life other than vines created by Anastella, she puts it on herself to make the first animals, along with a storm of hot water. Razdor, not content to let the first herbivores in this universe live in peace, decides to create a predator to hunt them down.

With little energy left to spare between them, the gods settle into mild and petty bickering and verbals jabs and backhands. But more energy begins to permeates the universe. With restored power, creation can continue.

Since their creation, the storm bubbles and the painted serpents have established a fairly stable ecosystem. Storm bubbles fly high to avoid the serpents when they can. But because they have to eat, they descend in massive numbers in order to ensure they are not picked off one by one. The massive feeding frenzy on both sides is a spectacle to behold. Of note, most of the ring of night is now properly covered in ice. When the storm passes an area, it leaves behind a sheen of water that gets frozen by the freezing temperatures. Almost all of the land in the realm of night is now slippery. Painted serpents would have some trouble breaching this ice, if they hunted anywhere other than in The Premiere, where the ice is melted by the hot water.

The Artisan has finished rounding out the edges of the hole in the firmament. It is now far more visually appealing to look at.

Kitterchin has a guest. One of the angels from Tu’rebaal’s Citadel. He is very large, and has too stoop to fit inside the cottage.


Universal Encyclopedia

Cosmic bodies
The firmament: A sphere surrounding the universe. It slowly rotates around the center of the universe. It is covered in complex and visually appealing etchings through which the ethereal glow of the multiverse subtly penetrates. It seems all but immune to godly power.
-Geography of the firmament: The firmament has a ring of night, and a ring of sunset. Most of the firmament is in eternal sunlight. The temperatures in the ring of night are very cold. Most of the rest of the firmament has mild temperatures. There is a hole through which light and raw cosmic energy pours in.
--The ring of night: A land of freezing temperatures and harsh winds. It has colorful, mineral rich water.
Life
Vines: A simple vine plant that grows along the edges of the water. It is designed to survive the harsh weather.
Storm Bubbles: A herbivorous jellyfish creatures that float through the air. They are not fit to survive in the cold environment in which they live, and rely on The Premier for warmth. [SEE ARTIFACTS]
Painted Serpents: A carnivorous serpent that eats Storm Bubbles. They live within the firmament as two dimensional creatures until they need to leap out and strike their prey. They are very sensitive to warmer temperatures.
--The land of eternal day: The largest area of the firmament by a massive margin.
Places of interest
The hole in the firmament: A large hole through which light and cosmic energy pours in. An aurora borealis effect occurs around the hole. The raw energy of the cosmos makes this area inhospitable to life.
The kaleidoscope eclipse: A very large, brightly colored phenomenon, created by light passing through the center of the universe. Shifting colors dance across the far side of the firmament constantly.
The door to Kitterchin’s cottage: A door on the far side of the firmament that leads to Kitterchin’s plane of existence. It resides somewhere in the kaleidoscope eclipse.

Alternate planes of existence
The realm of dreams: Kytheros’s domain of sleep and unconscious thought. It is a land of haze, where nothing could ever quite be discerned. At least not with clarity. From all places in this realm of dreams, one can see the palace of embers. A dark spire where Ktheros resides. This realm acts as a barrier between the mortal plane, and the other planes of existence.
The bright realm of her merciful majesty, Empress Lea Anastella: An expansive realm of rolling green hills. The most prominent feature is a pristine white castle, which acts as the goddesses court. If one travels far enough, they will reach the other planes of existence.
The homely cottage: An entire plane of existence dedicated to a simply, comfortable cottage, with a sensible garden. There are doors leading to every other plane of existence.
The citadel: A massive fortress dimension, built upon obsidian. Trenches stretch out in all directions, protecting the outermost wall of the iron citadel. Within work the legions of angels at the command of the god Tu’rebaal. If one travels far enough, they can reach the other planes of existence.
Silvermont: A divine city surrounded by pristine countryside. The countryside is ripe with adventure, for those who seek it. This realm is staffed by the Silver Knights and the Silver Guard. Angels in service of Balthasar. If one travels far enough, they will reach the other planes of existence.

Artifacts
Cosmic energy: Ethereal power pouring in from the hole in the firmament. It seems to be weakening, and will likely dissipate in time. Until then, it supplies all the gods with acts.
The premier: A never ending storm of scalding hot rain. It travels through the land of night on the firmament.

Places of interest
The center of the universe: A nebulous cloud dominates the center of the universe, acting as a barrier between the material realm and the realm of dreams.
Pocket of life: This area of space seems to have a unique life giving property. Given favorable conditions, life will likely flourish here of its’ own accord.

Demigods and spirits
The Artisan: A triangular metal form with various etching tools hovering within. It has the power to alter the firmament.

Gods
Empress Lea Anastella- 6 (+6)
Kyheros- 5 (+5)
Tu’rebaal- 6 (+6)
Jule-Phren- 6 (+6)
Animoras- 6 (+6)
Balthasar- 6 (+5)
Kitterchin- 6 (+5)
Razdor- 7 (+5)

Space is warped and time is bendable.
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01-10-2017, 04:19 AM
Post: #75
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
I mean…” Kitterchin spluttered. “You just- My house, green and mahogany, that sounds… sort of nice, actually.” Partners could be found in the least likely of places. He was bleaching any rugs that Animoras touched, though – at least until he washed his hands. “Might kind of brighten the place up. After all, like my gran used to say: life is an unending series of horrors that call into question the very nature of the universe, so we might as well distract ourselves from it. I was thinking of starting with some trees to block out the harsh view of an unloving universe. What else did you have in mind?

Forests had been kicking around in Kitterchin’s mind ever since he’d built the door to the material realm. He sort of liked the lodge idea, too, and it gave him some more thoughts on how to best improve their circumstances. First they’d need mountains, though, and then a lake, and a winter cold enough to justify the invention of cocoa, and…

And someone to visit. The thought occurred at the same time a new visitor arrived – one of the towering angels of Tu’rebaal. It belonged on some grand painting of a famous general saying something inspiring and vague before kicking the bucket, not standing in his cloakroom, stooping its neck and looking a little lost.

This is about the world outside, isn’t it,” Kitterchin muttered under his breath, peeking outside the door into the material realm. The firmament was bathed in dripping kaleidoscope light and far away predators were shimmering in the heat of the Premier. “I don’t know if I want to be involved in that. Bunch of colourful ruffians show up with cosmic might and no manners and their first reaction is to create a metric fuckton of jellyfish and snakes, I have a few questions about that – and actually, first of all, why is it always metric? I agree, imperial is awful and confusing, but is an imperial expletive measurement really that different from a metric one? Is it one of those terrible conversion factors with ten decimal places that no one can remember? Do enough people stick loyally by the imperial system of measuring fucktons that it’s worth clarification? And secondly and far more important, why were snakes the second thing added-” Eventually he had to stop for breath.

Out of place or not, it was a guest. Kitterchin ushered it into his living room. “Welcome. Welcome. Sit anywhere you like,” he said pleasantly to the steel-winged angel hulking over his head. “Apologies for the, uh, ceiling. Is there something I can do for you, or is this a social call?
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01-10-2017, 05:02 AM (This post was last modified: 01-10-2017 05:03 AM by Raptarion.)
Post: #76
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
The angel makes their way over to a couch, as they were too large for a chair. They trail a few pebbles of granite from their stone body in their wake. They sit down, making the couch groan in protest.
After a few seconds of silence, far too long to not be awkward, the angel says "Tea would be nice."

Space is warped and time is bendable.
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01-10-2017, 07:10 AM
Post: #77
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
Kytheros taps on the edge of the throne of embers for an eternity, watching the other gods as they went about their business, as he awaited the energy flowing into creation. He looked out upon his Dreamlands and remarked upon their emptiness.

With the sound of shifting silver plates and funeral shroud reminescent of a sigh, Kytheros leaned forward in his throne and reached out with his ashen staff over the universe. Slowly he gyrated his wrist to and fro, moving the gargantuan tree in his grip in a slow, lazy arc of a figure eight... and out of the dust of the firmament arose white figures.

They were tall and relatively lithe, made from the loose filings of the firmament as they mixed with the waters and the rain, and different in colouration from the obsidian from which they had been birth, the figures grew soft though had their flesh was closed in a tough keratin dermis. Their limbs narrow towards the body but broad in foot and forearm. Upon their brows arose from each and every one of them crowns like branching trees, each the very image of a tree as if carved from marble and not a one's crown was the same as the last. Upon their faces were no ears, though the had two holes hidden in their crowns so that they may hear. Two slits upon their front so that they may smell, four almond shaped eyes of every colour so that they may see, and mouths and tongues so that they may taste and speak. (2 acts - Create Medium Life)

And of these creations, Kytheros gave his greatest gift of all. He reached out with his free hand and carved with his golden dagger across the depths of ages, the dagger cutting through from the realm of dreams into each and every mind, and into the innumerable scrivvenings he carved them all the sapience of a mortal being. So that they may live, laugh and love, and so that they may hate, cry and die again and again until the nth generation. (2 acts - Make a creature intelligent)

At that. He considered the poor creature and what they might eat, for their were slim pickings upon the firmament for this First Age of Mortals. He gathered the stuff of dreams and flung it across the expanse where it collided with the tail age of The Premier and collided with the firmament. The dreamstuff mixed with the scalding eternal rain, landing into the myriad sea and tumbled end over end on the landuntil a form took shape that of a great bounding lagomorphic creature, of four great colourful ears, a long whispy tail ending in fish like colourful fins of thick skin as if made from clouds of storm and lightning. The bounding creature leapt into the air and exploded into innumerable creatures of similar shape. Lagomorphs with resplendent iridescent thick fur, each creature with differing colours than the last, bright, luminous blue eyes and long, fluffy ears of cotton, succulent flesh full of nutrients to sustain the mortals. Their hide from which to make leather and their tails from which to make lighter leathers, their sinew from which to make rope and their bones from which to make tools. (1 act - Create small creature)

Then Kytheros noted that he wa snote sure what this little thing would eat in order to sustain itself. And in a moment of frustration he was reminded why he left physical creations to other gods in the first place. With his remaining power he waved his hand, and across the frimenant a simple, hardy blue grass erupted from the firmenant that would over time, produce dirt and soil around it, but feeding off of the energy of the Great Hole in the Sky it would prosper and feed the lagomorphs, which would service the mortals which would hunt it. (1 act - Create Basic Life)

Then, contented, Kytheros rested upon the Throne of Embers, leaving the naming and meddling in the affairs of mortals to his peers. He did not even name them, as he was not given to pride, nor let himself be known to them, they would come to know him one way or another in time. He did not need their direct worship, all he needed was their dreams, their secrets... and their wars.

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01-10-2017, 07:36 AM
Post: #78
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
The Artisan sees the creation of life by the god of dreams. Further out from the hole in the firmament than the other life. In the land where the sun peeks over the horizon. But here, water had not reached. And without it, the life was doomed to die. The Artisan turns to regard the shards returned to them by the god of dreams. Then it approaches the land of sunset, and expends a great deal of energy. Creating signs in the deepest grooves of the firmament, and pouring divine energy through them. The signs it carved meant "Water" as sure as any law that governed this universe. And so water is what poured forth. Filling the grooves of the land of eternal sunset with plentiful water, that the new life might prosper.

The Artisan turns towards the land of dreams, and creates another sign in the air.

"Repayment."

It then returns to the shards of its' canvas. Admiring them quietly.

Space is warped and time is bendable.
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01-10-2017, 07:40 AM
Post: #79
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
Kytheros nodded and raised his staff once again to light up and alter more of the pillars of his throne room, this time altering more of them to make a history of the actions of the creation of the cosmos. The arrival of each God and their first actions, from the founding of Kitterchin's cottage to the rising of Silvermount, to the quiet action of creating the first of mortalkind and to this last act of the Artisan.

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01-10-2017, 11:25 AM (This post was last modified: 01-11-2017 04:06 AM by Kadis.)
Post: #80
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
Of course!” Kitterchin leapt to his feet. A guest, fully ten minutes inside his home, and not offered hospitality! “I’m slipping, I am most terribly sorry! Please, make yourself at home. It’s not much,” he said, hurrying over into his kitchen, “but, well, you know how it is. Universe only started a few hours ago. You should see me with warning, then it’s a real…” Some commotion was happening outside one of his back doors. The one to the mortal realm.

What in yet-to-be-built-hell is going on out there?” Kitterchin muttered, cracking the door and pressing one of his large round ears to the opening. New life? Not snakes this time, but more mortals, and intelligent ones at that. They were in the land of sunset, blinking in the dim red light.

That’s right. I must add more dimensions. Everyone had decided to build their own palace, and you never knew who might come visiting next. With a vague wave over his shoulder, Kitterchin extended the back wall of his cottage, linking the mortar and stone to the fibers of reality. Now there would be space for as many doors as there were neighbors to greet. He might have to put an extension on the living room, too. Did gods bring their own chairs?

(Kitterchin’s house gains the property that a door is added to any plane of existence that is created. -3 Acts)

Job accomplished, he went back to his kettle and left the mortals be. No need to poke his nose in another god’s creation. They looked so alone, though…


So what would you make, then?” he called into the living room over his shoulder. “If granted cosmic power. I suppose ‘mortals’ are the obvious place to start. Clever ones, so they can start building places of their own. They’ll need food and water, of course,” he went on, slowly forgetting he was speaking to anyone but himself. “Shelter, to keep away the snakes and the wind.” The thought of those poor things in the cold made his heart hurt. "Somewhere warm to sleep, medicines to keep them healthy, soaps to keep them clean. Then come the hearths, and the pantries, and the garden parties…” Bread, beer, soft blankets – all the mundane rituals the mortals came up with. Except…

Kitterchin froze halfway through rinsing the mugs. “Except for all that,” he said to himself, “they’ll need technology.” Technology wasn’t bad, but mortals could be, and knowledge amplified everything they were. “They’ll need tables and chairs and roofs and cups, and it all starts with innocent cups, doesn’t it?” he said to the silent angel in the other room. “Then come the plates and the mugs and the spoons and the cocktail glasses and the tiny umbrellas and the tiny people to hold them and before you know it you’re implicitly endorsing sizeist slavery. It can go wrong awfully fast, you know. Mortals and their technology. What if they want roads? Things get run over on roads. The pavement cracks and people trip. They get filthy and you start needing those marvelous machines to clean the streets. Do you know the ones I mean? They’re three lanes wide and have huge rotating brushes and move at about six kilometers per hour and sometimes they spray water out their underbellies and make mud. Chased down an alley by one of those is honestly about the most frightening thing I can think of. Just the brushes, advancing at the rate of a particularly ambitious snail, the driver never breaking eye contact…

The kettle shrieked and Kitterchin jumped halfway out of his skin. “Still,” he mused, tracing the grain of his wooden table with one claw. “They deserve the chance. And I do like the garden parties.” For a chance, they’d need somewhere to start.

The grass in the sunset ring shuddered and creaked, and slowly a forest of white trees began to ride along the banks of the firmament rivers. Their roots exploded out of the ground in massive tangles, creating dark hollows large enough for hideaways and caves. Overhead, their branches extended, at first frail twigs but soon becoming a huge canopy. Burgundy leaves, Kitterchin decided, as they sprouted and feathered the branches of his forest. That turn green in the cold. He’d liked that colour scheme suggestion. Most important, the wood had to be strong and durable, so the mortals could begin to build their own world, sheltered from prying eyes. Everyone deserved to choose how they built their home. Even if their design decisions were sometimes questionable.

(The sunset land is now partially forested around the rivers created by the Artisan. -2 Acts.)

Suddenly he remembered the hiss of the kettle. “What am I doing?” He shook his furry head and started setting a tea-tray for his guest. “Here’s me, chattering on and you’re going thirsty,” he said, bustling back into the living room where the angel and Animoras were waiting. “Do you take milk or sugar, Masters Animoras and… Do you angels have names? Oh, dear, I do hope that’s not impolite to ask.
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01-10-2017, 02:35 PM
Post: #81
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"Just tea." The Angel says.

"I would make stone. Metals. Things with which to build. There is little in this word with which to build. A fortress does not exist without the materials to build them." The angels continues, in response to Kitterchin's earlier question. It seems to have nothing else to say in regards to all of the other points Kitterchin brought up.

Space is warped and time is bendable.
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01-10-2017, 04:37 PM (This post was last modified: 01-11-2017 03:18 AM by Vancho1.)
Post: #82
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
Lea Anastella went momentarily to her realm. She was happy with her palace, but there was something missing. Realizing what it was, she raised her hands and created a city around the palace. She filled it with noble and kind people born of light - they would be the courtiers of her Celestial Court. She smiled upon them and they planted gardens and made artwork for the castle, and it was full of splendor. They filled their city with joy, and built wonderful houses for any mortal souls who might come there in the future. The courtiers would be able to travel the realms as they wished, and were imbued with a piece of Lea Anastella's healing flame.

She then returned to the mortal realm and observed Kytheros create intelligent life.

"Ah, splendid! Such wonderful creatures you have made. And yet, silent one, they have no name... So I shall exercise my prerogative as Empress and name them Coronites, for their crowns!"

Lea considered for a moment.

"Ah, perhaps I should create something more...."

She outstretched her hand and willed a piece of her eternal flame into it. At first a small spark, it grew and formed into a sphere which expanded to the size of a moon. It shone bright, giving off warmth, a reflection of the Empress's inner fire. She looked upon it for a moment, and spake,

"I name thee Hearthstar. Go now, and give your warmth unto those who live in the land of the night."

The Hearthstar flew off to circle the Land of Eternal Night. It will move in an opposite direction to the Premier, so that it might give life unto other parts of that land. (3 Acts).

The one, the only, Vancho!
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01-11-2017, 03:02 AM
Post: #83
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
Kytheros took note of the actions of the timid god and the regal god, he watched as a tide of forests erupted over the Firmenant to give shelter and substance to the growing ecosystem, to provide the mortals with resource and good things. So that they may have homes and know their gods watch over them. He watched too as the regal god named his creation and nodded, seeing it as fitting as she gave a divine satellite to aid in the heating of the night lands, so that waters may not be eternally frozen.

He altered two more of his pillars in acknowledgement of these actions in the history of creation.

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01-11-2017, 11:50 AM
Post: #84
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"Mmm..." Jule-Phren hummed quietly, watching the other gods go about their work. Didn't see anybody else getting scolded for doing stuff on their own. But fine.

"Well then." She stated, turning to Tu'rebaal with her arms crossed. "Now that everybody's done making their... whatevers off in their little corners of the universe, I guess that means you're willing to work on stuff with me?" She glanced over her shoulder, watching a Coronite sit itself down, taking a rest. "Though it looks like everybody else got a head start."
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01-11-2017, 12:09 PM
Post: #85
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"I am willing to work with whoever asks," said Tu'rebaal simply, "though if you want collaborators to help get your grand story started, I suggest you look a little wider than just me. Perhaps your friend Razdor could be persuaded to help, or you could see if Animoras has any more... constructive energy left in him."

He took two measured paces through the blue grass, looking around with his many eyes without turning his head. "Though if you are asking for a suggestions on what to build, I think there is still much of an ecosystem that needs to be created before we can go further, in spite of the random ideas people have thrown out already. Mortals will need both sustenance and materials to be able to exercise their ambitions, and this world is currently sparse on both."
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01-11-2017, 02:37 PM
Post: #86
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"Well then let's collaborate, you and me. Razdor too, if he wants." Jule-Phren turned to Razdor, raising her brow at him before returning her gaze to Tu'rebaal. "As for Animoras..." She pursed her lips, staring down at her forearm. "That's not the kind of story I'm looking to write. If you wanna ask for his help, I'm not gonna stop you, but..." She trailed off.

"Substance and materials." She repeated, stopping a few steps behind Tu'rebaal to run her hand through the blue grass at her feet. Jule-Phren dropped to a knee, removing her sandal so that she could pull out the paper of her foot and begin writing again.

"From the Firmament sprouted a cerulean plant, standing as tall as it could. It showed that from something could come nothing. That life can and would come, fueled on by that innate desire that all living things held near and dear." She said out loud, glancing up at Tu'rebaal.

"This grass and those... jumpers aren't enough sustenance?" Jule-Phren asked. "I do agree that some more materials might be nice. Metals perhaps? Maybe even just stone. I can see it now." She glanced up at the Premier in the distance, looking back down at her foot a moment later. "From the land, borne of a need for it, massive pillars of rock that did their best to reach for the heavens that created them. Alas, it seemed that their creators would forever be just out of reach..."
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01-12-2017, 01:00 PM
Post: #87
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
Lea Anastella went over to where Jule-Phren and Tu'rebaal were.

"If you require my aid, noble gods, I will be happy to lend it in whatever project of creation you require."

The one, the only, Vancho!
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01-12-2017, 01:25 PM (This post was last modified: 01-12-2017 01:25 PM by Cidellus.)
Post: #88
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"Kytheros's creations are admirable and spirited, though there is always a place for a more adaptable, if less specialized race," said Balthasar. "There are many incarnations of humanity, all throughout the multiverse. I belong to one such incarnation, and would wish to represent the idea of mankind in this universe as well."

(Balthasar creates HUMANITY! Odds are, out of game, you are one of these creatures too. So I hope you know what they look like. - 4 acts)

"And what are knights without their steeds?"

(Balthasar creates horses - 2 acts)

"There we are. Much better!"
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01-12-2017, 05:50 PM (This post was last modified: 01-12-2017 05:54 PM by Demonsul.)
Post: #89
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"A mortal cannot live on jumpers alone," said Tu'rebaal to Jule-Phren, looking at the world. "Not while building some kind of complex society. And even if they could, it'd be crowding them into the ring of twilight, abandoning the vast majority of the firmament to emptiness. There still needs to be an attempt to fill it before we can seek to raise new societies."

After watching for a while, he seemed to come to a conclusion. "Where strength does not suffice, clever tactics can often make the difference," he said. "I may not have the power to spread water to the entire firmament, but delegation and hierarchy go hand in hand. Life can serve."

He raised a hand, eye at his palm, towards the land of sunlight, creating new and extremely basic crystalline life. Though it would be considered barely alive by most standards, it was self-replicating and communal, growing as sheets of tiny iridescent crystals at the bottom of the deep trenches where the energy of creation flowed through most strongly to sustain them. They would slowly transform the world through their natural respirations, turning air and unbridled cosmic energy into perfectly pure water and small deposits of sea-green metal. When they prospered, the water would flood the lower levels of the crystal lattice, and as they drowned the lattice would transform into more of the metal. As the structure grew higher, it would turn into a reef of spires and arches as the energy from the depths grew more sparse, until eventually the water became deep enough that it could fill no more.

Tu'rebaal created sea-crystals, which would spread across the light side of the firmament and gradually fill its chasms with crystal-clear oceans and metal coral reefs. (-3 acts)

But he was conscious of beings that ate air depleting the atmosphere, and so he took one of the crystals and lightened it, spreading it into the sky. Its internal biology would be altered to turn the lesser energy streaming through the hole into air to replace that which would be gradually drawn away and maybe eventually spread air into the inner void. They would condense vapor into clouds that would cling around them, and produce a finely-aerated foam of silver-blue lighter metal instead of the sea-green heavier metal, which was so light it would float in the air and be suspended amidst the clouds.

Tu'rebaal altered some of the sea-crystals to be sky-crystals, filling a much different niche. We did decide we wanted the mortals to mine the clouds, after all. (-2 acts)

He then spread them both widely across large parts of the land of eternal day. (-1 act)

Mortals might one day build tall towers of wood to scrape the skymetal from the clouds, or dive into the ocean to mine the metal reefs.

"If you want to help collaborate," he offered to Jule-Phren and Anastella, "I feel as if two elements are under-represented in this world. A crystal of fire that produces fuel to burn may help with forging and manufacturing, and a crystal of earth might produce stone to build from in much more plentiful supply than these metals. These are simply ideas, though, but I think there's a certain balance to them."
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01-12-2017, 08:02 PM
Post: #90
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"Riiiiiight..." Jule-Phren looked up from her foot at Tu'rebaal. She honestly had no idea what he was going on about. Like, she was a writer, she loved using flowery language, but... this was certainly pushing it. "I think you're over thinking things." She remarked, letting the paper coil back around her foot and slipping her sandal back on. The blue grass crinkled underneath her feet. "We've barely got enough life as is."

Jule-Phren frowned as she watched Tu'rebaal, deciding to elaborate on her previous point. "Like, hierarchy? Delegation?" She snorted, flipping her cloak up to reveal her right bicep, pulling out the paper there. "What kind of boring would it be if we were calling all the shots? Things like that tend to be the villains in stories." Jule-Phren waggled her finger at Tu'rebaal, turning to his crystals to write them down anyway.

"And thus," She began, "began the growth of something more than life. It was a way to survive, things to make life more successful. From the inner walls of the Firmament, the sheer cliffs of the etchings marking the Firmament sprang creatures, just barely considered alive. From their crystalline carapace sprung the essence of life, water easily filling the area around them, making moving art out of that which was once still. However, the soon to be sprawling arms of sea-green metal that reached through the very oceans they created were not the only creations that the God of Hierarchy had up his sleeve."

Jule-Phren took a breather before continuing. "A variation of the Sea-Crystals sprung forth, taking to the sky in a massive blanket, just like a backwards Storm Bubble feeding session. These new crystals spun a fluffy blanket of metal around them, puffed up and lighter than the air that housed them, allowing them to float through the sky in an imitation of the far off Premier. They did not, however, drop scalding rains, but rather, filtered pure energy from the heights to produce the air that everything needed to breathe."

"But the straight and narrow Tu'rebaal was not the only divine force to act in mortal's interests on that day. The Goddess of Stories, though not involved in their creation, cared for the mortals far too much to let them stay in a state of mediocrity when it came to tools at their disposal. Though she would not help them directly, for such characterization could only be left in their own hands, she knew of something that would help them create. And that was fire."

Jule-Phren, as she wrote, wiggled the end of her pen. Far, far away from her and Tu'rebaal, the Premier shuddered ever so slightly. It was just enough to cause the Storm Bubbles to waver in their attempt to retrieve food, the Painted Serpents also pausing in their feeding frenzy. A few droplets shot out towards the two, and just before they hit her, Jule-Phren stopped moving her pen. The droplets hovered in the air before plummeting towards the Firmament, becoming solid upon impact. The crystalline water flared red, leaving jutting red crystals sticking out of the Firmament. They radiated pulsing warmth, an evident heat emanating from them.

"And thus, the Inferno Cores were 'born'." She reared a leg back, kicking one of the Inferno Cores. It sailed through the air, a long, long ways down the Land of Eternal Day. "They radiate evident warmth, but mortals beware. The mere touch of an Inferno Core is enough to ignite even the most stubborn of materials. Though perhaps they could be moved, should the mortals be creative enough. The Cores grow gradually each day, and, though not advised, can have pieces broken off of them." She finished her narration, scribbling down a final note upon her skin without saying it. 'Another thing to note of Inferno Cores:' The note read, 'they function as normal in hot to mild temperatures, but exposure to lower temperatures can cause a sudden and rather strong release of a Core's heat in a quick burst. This has the high potential to destroy the Cores. Keep an eye on it.'

Jule-Phren creates 'Inferno Cores', crystals that radiate a moderate amount of heat. The Cores grow very slowly, and are extremely hot to the touch, hot enough to ignite most things that touch them. They have a tendency to release a large burst of heat when cooled or damaged. -3 Acts.

"Now let's see..." Jule-Phren tapped her chin with her pen. "That's another thing down. I'm sure there's plenty more we can do for these guys." She glanced at Tu'rebaal. "Any more suggestions?"
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01-13-2017, 04:05 AM (This post was last modified: 01-13-2017 04:21 AM by Vancho1.)
Post: #91
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
Lea thought for a moment, and realized how she could help. She raised her hands and from the light formed a small round shape, from which wings grew. The shape darkened and became solid, becoming a little creature which glowed softly.

"These shall be the Keepers, for they will tend the garden of the crystals."

Bat-sized, the Keepers are fairy-like creatures which feed on the various kinds of crystals. When one grows old, they break the crystal apart into rock and minerals and soil for new life to grow in. Keepers give off a soft light, and glow in bright colors when excited. They are communal, often flocking together around a single large crystal. (2 Acts)

She then split off half and gave them gills and turned their wings into fins. (1 Act)

"I trust this is a satisfactory contribution."

The one, the only, Vancho!
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01-13-2017, 03:28 PM
Post: #92
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
Huh. Things with which to build.” That was a nice thought. “Maybe we can look into that. Proper manors, that will last for families.”

He stood up and brushed himself off with a dozen long-fingered hands. “Do you think these doors count as teleporting?” he mused, with an anxious glance back at his doors. “There are some very unfortunate implications to teleportation. Is the you that reappears the same one that left? Is skipping a walk really worth potentially dying? It’s not as if I don’t need the exercise, is it? Then again, it’s probably what the old pre-teleportation me would have wanted. I’ll do it in his memory, the lazy bastard.

To the angel, he ducked his head in apology, ears drooping. “So sorry, so very sorry, please do excuse me. I will be right back after a quick look outside. Help yourself to anything you’d like. Shan’t be a minute.” Then, as he stepped through the door: “Hang on, I made these! I already know they’re not teleportation. Sorry for wasting your time, friend.

He reappeared in the divine plane, the universe stretched out beyond. “Thirty seconds out of the house,” he muttered to himself, surveying the graceful curve of the Firmament. “This is when it starts. I didn’t lock the door. I didn’t turn off the tap. I left my lit match collection in the closet beside the open gas line –“ Something in the light-bathed land beyond his forest caught his eye. Something teeming far below in the cracks. “Wait, a moment. Wait a moment.

Someone had already taken care of the stone issue. The fairies were elegant and bubbly, glowing with the spark of joy in their creation, and there were way too goddamn many of them piling up down there.

Well,” Kitterchin said to no one in particular, wondering exactly how much of their new universe was going to be constructed from bodily fluids. “I came to ruin the fun and it would seem the fun was already ruined. I’m that good.” There was no way in hell he was telling the poor angel where the stone had come from. Its dignity could never take the blow.

Something had to be done or the creatures would run rampant, and they’d end up having to hose down the whole Firmament. On the other hand, predators had never been his strong suite. Nervously he rolled up his worn sleeves. Okay, Kitterchin. Doesn’t have to be flashy. Just something small and practical, to keep the population under control and feed the mortals and stop certain hardworking and probably charming once you get to know them deities from filling the entire wretched Firmament with various sizes of snakes.

Far below in the deepest part of the trenches, a small amphibious creature poked its small blunt head out of the mud. It was a fat rounded frog, the same blue as the glow of the Firmament runes, with long webbed hands and small sharp pearly teeth. It wiggled free of the mud with the practiced ease of something used to finding itself in unlikely places, and whipped its long stick tongue out at a fairy swimming overhead, then pulled it into its mouth with a sickening crunch. Kitterchin winced. They’d do the job, though, these mudwhips, and maybe they could help clean up while they were at it. More of them emerged from the bottom of the trenches and began to kick lazily around, scooping up balls of mud and pushing them into piles. Fortunately the creatures weren’t terribly bright. Explaining what their homes were made of could result in awkward questions.

1 Act – Create the mudwhips, a small mostly aquatic predator capable of surviving on land for a short time. They eat water Keepers and air Keepers that fly close to the ground, but don't attack things much larger than they are. They also swarm together, using the dirt left by the Keepers to build mounds of mud. The mud piles may eventually turn into islands (if the oceans grow large enough).
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01-17-2017, 06:38 PM
Post: #93
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"What are these HOOOOOMANS?"

Animoras swam over the Firmament's surface, eyeing the new creations. He looked to HOOMANS and HERSES and... Sighs. He sighs heavily.

"These are BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING! I've got an idea!"

Animoras sweeps his cloak, and a lot of multicolored beads fall out, sprout legs, and scuttle unseen towards humanity. They crawl up their legs, onto their heads, and make themselves at home.

The Flue is a species of insect, coming in a motley assortment of neon colors, capable of quick movement and scuttling. They like to nest in the hair and clothes of mammalian creatures, preferring humans, and eat shed hair and skin flakes. They excrete a fluid that, upon skin contact, has two effects: one, it fills the individual with creative energy, and two, it stains the hair follicles to produce hair the color of the Flue. If crushed, the Flues produce vibrant dies. Towards the end of their lifespan, they seek the nearest other flue and nest in a warm, dry spot, producing and egg clutch capable of hatching up to twenty Flue.

Small insect: 1 Act.
Flue Fluid: 2 Acts.


Animoras nods contently, then flies up above the Firmament to survey it.

"Hmmmm.. We need more materials for creativity! For comedy! Why not both?"

He puts a tip of his cloak to a nostril of his mask, aims the other at the landscape, and shoots out glowing, cosmic matter. As it hits the Firmament, it takes form and smooths out: large, vibrant deposits of bright blue clay. It forms into scattered hilled-deposits, somehow appearing under the feet of any being where it has been set. The clay is mostly found in the sunset-lands, though some landed near the frigid coasts, as well.

3 Acts to create Chromatic Clay, a resource spread about most of the habitable Firmament.
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01-17-2017, 07:31 PM
Post: #94
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"Are you freakin' kidding me?" Razdor looked at the humans with dismay, then turned to stare at Balthasar. "Look, I knew you were an uncreative git, but this is too much! You made humans! The blandest, most uninteresting and far too damn widespread species in the whole damn multiverse, and you had to bring 'em here, too? Nuh uh, no way, not happening. I gotta intervene."

Razdor facepalmed with one hand, then waved a few others. Without any sort of style or fanfare, he infused humanity with the ESSENCE OF CHAOS. This would come into play in all kinds of ways - random minor magic powers, random changes in physical appearance and structure, that kind of thing. Basically, humans would be REALLY INCONSISTENT NOW. That'll teach 'em.

They still usually had the necessary hair and clothes for the Flue, though. Razdor didn't fuck that up.

"Theeere we go. Much better, right? Of course I'm right, I'm Razdor. Now, then... Let's see how well my next action will go for these new mortals, shall we?"

Razdor pulled a twenty-sided die from nowhere, tossing it to himself a few times before rolling it on the firmament. It came up with a 12.

"..." Razdor stared. "You know what, fuck it. They can just have the die. Sometimes I'm not sure why I even bother."

And so it was that the miserably average d20 became far, far more. From then on, the d20 would appear, seemingly at random, when it was least expected. Anyone who rolled the die would find that, though nothing happened immediately, their luck was irrevocably altered based on the result. Someone who rolled a one would suffer horrible misfortune their whole life from that point on, while someone who rolled a twenty would become the luckiest person in the universe. The kind of thing that could change the face of the whole firmament. Even a mediocre roll would be meaningful - someone who rolled a ten would never suffer misfortune or fortune. They'd just have average luck for their entire life.

Once the die was rolled, it would disappear for a few years, only to re-emerge somewhere else at random. But always near sentient beings, where they might stumble upon it.

Razdor has infused Humanity with chaos! (-3 acts)
Razdor has created an artifact: the d20 of Razdor! (-4 acts)
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01-18-2017, 01:00 AM
Post: #95
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
The gods continue to create. Some of them bringing forth the first mortals. How will these mortals be shepherded by their creators in the coming eons? Only time will tell.

Kytheros, wishing for his realm of dreams to actually find use, creates mortals. A race of humanoids crowned with tree shaped horns. As well as a colorful lagomorphic creature to feed them. And a blue grass to feed the lagomorphs. The Artisan provided water where these creatures sprung to life, as repayment for Kytheros returning a great number of the shards of the firmament to them.

Kitterchin ensured that no plane would lack a door to his home. And then further diversified the life in the land of eternal sunset. Massive white trees with great tangled up roots sprung to life. Providing comfortable, if cold hollows for creatures to find shelter in.

The empress of light creates the Hearthstar. An ever burning sphere that flies over the land of eternal night, providing warmth. And also names the mortals created by Kytheros, Coronites. Balthasar meanwhile creates humans and horses.

Tu’rebaal sees opportunity to give the potential of life to the entire Firmament, and creates Sea-Crystals. A creature that creates water until it drowns itself. Doubling as a source of metal after it has died, they were spread throughout the light side of the firmament, so that oceans would soon be the norm, instead of the exception. He creates a modified version known as a sky crystal, which would create air. It also created lighter than air metal, causing an interesting phenomenon of metal clouds.

Jule-Phren creates Inferno Cores. Crystals which radiate heat so intense that it caused most flammable materials to combust on contact. They release massive heat energy when faced with extreme colds or blunt force trauma.

Lea creates The Keepers. Fairy like creatures that feed off of crystals, creating minerals and soil in the process. There are aquatic and flying versions of The Keepers. Kitterchin creates Mudwhips to feed off of The Keepers. A small predator which builds mounds of mud into homes.

Animoras and Razdor are both displeased with the bland creation of humans, and resolve to make them more interesting. Animoras by creating the Flue. Insects which dye the hair of whatever animal the choose to roost on, and inspire creativity while doing so. And Razdor by imbuing humans with pure chaos, so that interesting effects might occur.

Animoras also puts a great deal of chromatic clay into the land of sunset. And Razdor leaves a powerful, luck altering artifact on the surface of the firmament. The d20 of Razdor, which will alter the luck of a mortal, for better or worse, until their dying day.

And so, with little power left, the gods rested.

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The hot air meeting the cool air in the land of night, thanks to the Hearthsta, is leading to a state of near constant storms. Tornados and harsh thunderstorms with hail and sleet are the norm, and not a day goes by where one doesn’t pop up. If the land of night was inhospitable before, it is now even more so.

Humans and Coronites alike struggle to hunt the lagomorphs as they are also small and difficult to catch. Leading to difficulty hunting them. Humans tend to fare better, thanks to the flues giving them bursts of creativity and, therefore, new hunting techniques. Horses pose their own challenges, but lead to much more food.

Humans and coronites have taken on a tribal culture. Tribes tend to be rather hostile towards each other. Especially when of different species. The lives of both species is rather harsh for the time being, between hostile neighbors, and sometimes unrewarding hunts.

Many human tribes have taken to casting out those who have been obviously touched by Razdor’s chaos. Mutations such as horns, scales, thick fur all over the body, etc. These cast outs have banded together to form tribes of their own. Unlike the other human tribes, these tribes tend to get along. United by a shared experience of ostracization. Though later generations of these tribes do not always share the mutations of their parents, the sense of community among these tribes remains strong.

Currently, all the mortal souls are left unclaimed by the gods. Unable to stay in the mortal plane, they instead travel to the next closest plane of existence. The realm of dreams. All the mortal souls in the universe are currently stuck here in limbo.

There is a massive surge of energy through the hole in the firmament. It supplies the gods with more acts than expected. It is unlikely this surge of energy will last forever though.


Universal Encyclopedia

Cosmic bodies
The firmament: A sphere surrounding the universe. It slowly rotates around the center of the universe. It is covered in complex and visually appealing etchings through which the ethereal glow of the multiverse subtly penetrates. It seems all but immune to godly power.
-Geography of the firmament: The firmament has a ring of night, and a ring of sunset. Most of the firmament is in eternal sunlight. The temperatures in the ring of night are very cold. Most of the rest of the firmament has mild temperatures. There is a hole through which light and raw cosmic energy pours in.
--The ring of night: A land of freezing temperatures and harsh winds. It has colorful, mineral rich water. It is plagued by storms.
Life
Vines: A simple vine plant that grows along the edges of the water. It is designed to survive the harsh weather.
Storm Bubbles: A herbivorous jellyfish creatures that float through the air. They are not fit to survive in the cold environment in which they live, and rely on The Premier for warmth. [SEE ARTIFACTS]
Painted Serpents: A carnivorous serpent that eats Storm Bubbles. They live within the firmament as two dimensional creatures until they need to leap out and strike their prey. They are very sensitive to warmer temperatures.
--The land of sunset: A ring of the firmament where the sun is always partially hidden by the horizon, creating a blood red sky. The weather here tends to be on the cold side, but is otherwise mild.
Life
Coronites: A species of humanoid with broad forearms and feet, four eyes, and a tree shaped crown. [SEE CULTURE]
Unnamed Lagomorph: A brightly colored, herbivorous animal with four ears and a long wispy tail. Typically hunted by Coronites and humans.
Blue grass: A simple blue weed that grows on the firmament.
Great trees: Massive trees with tangled, winding roots. They have burgundy leaves. They grow around the seas and great rivers of the land of sunset.
Humans: A bipedal species of diverse, but dull skin tones. Thanks to Flues, they almost universally have bright and interesting hair. They have been touched by the chaos of Razdor, which leads to many unique mutations. [SEE CULTURE]
Horses: A quadrupedal species with hooved feet. They have brightly colored fur thanks to Flues.
Flues: An insect which secretes a brightly colored liquid that inspires creativity. They live off of dead skin and hair, and dye the hair of whatever creature they happen to live on.
Materials of interest
Inferno cores: A crystal which emits intense heat that ignites anything flammable it touches. A massive burst of energy is created when it encounters intense cold or blunt force trauma.
Chromatic clay: Bright blue clay which creates scattered hills around the land of sunset.
--The land of eternal day: The largest area of the firmament by a massive margin. This land always has the sun shining on it. But the temperature is fairly mild in spite of this.
Life
The Keepers: A bat sized fairy like creature that eats Sea and Sky crystals. There is an arial and aquatic version of this species. [SEE MATERIALS OF INTEREST]
Mudwhips: An amphibious carnivore which feeds on The Keepers. They like to create mounds of mud to live in.
Materials of interest
Sea crystals: A crystal which grows in the grooves of the firmament. It turns air into water, until it drowns itself. It then becomes useful metal.
Sky crystals: A modified, lighter than air sea crystal. It turns solar energy into air, and useful, lighter than air metals. This creates a phenomenon of metal clouds.
Inferno cores: A crystal which emits intense heat that ignites anything flammable it touches. A massive burst of energy is created when it encounters intense cold or blunt force trauma.
---The kaleidoscope eclipse: A very large, brightly colored phenomenon, created by light passing through the center of the universe. Shifting colors dance across the far side of the firmament constantly. This is the heart of the land of eternal day.
Places of interest
The hole in the firmament: A large hole through which light and cosmic energy pours in. An aurora borealis effect occurs around the hole. The raw energy of the cosmos makes this area inhospitable to life.
The door to Kitterchin’s cottage: A door on the far side of the firmament that leads to Kitterchin’s plane of existence. It resides somewhere in the kaleidoscope eclipse.

Culture
Coronites:
They have a tribal culture that is very primitive.
They tend to make homes in the dens made by the roots of the great trees.
They are usually hostile towards humans.
Humans:
They have a tribal culture that is very primitive.
They tend to make homes in the dens made by the roots of the great trees.
They are usually hostile towards humans.
They tend to ostracize those more obviously touched by Razdor’s chaos.
-The outcast tribes:
These humans have been ostracized due to their mutations. They have banded together for safety and companionship.
They tend to get along with each other more than other humans and coronites.
Newer members accepted into the tribes tend to be very bitter towards other humans, but later generations do not hold the same hatred.
Many of these tribes have plenty of “Normal” people living with them. Typically those of later generations who did not inherit the same obvious chaotic traits of their parents.


Alternate planes of existence
The realm of dreams: Kytheros’s domain of sleep and unconscious thought. It is a land of haze, where nothing could ever quite be discerned. At least not with clarity. From all places in this realm of dreams, one can see the palace of embers. A dark spire where Ktheros resides. This realm acts as a barrier between the mortal plane, and the other planes of existence.
The bright realm of her merciful majesty, Empress Lea Anastella: An expansive realm of rolling green hills. The most prominent feature is a pristine white castle, which acts as the goddesses court. It is surrounded by a town populated by the Empress’ angels, the courtiers, whom hold with them a piece of Anastella’s healing flame. If one travels far enough, they will reach the other planes of existence.
The homely cottage: An entire plane of existence dedicated to a simply, comfortable cottage, with a sensible garden. There are doors leading to every other plane of existence.
The citadel: A massive fortress dimension, built upon obsidian. Trenches stretch out in all directions, protecting the outermost wall of the iron citadel. Within work the legions of angels at the command of the god Tu’rebaal. If one travels far enough, they can reach the other planes of existence.
Silvermont: A divine city surrounded by pristine countryside. The countryside is ripe with adventure, for those who seek it. This realm is staffed by the Silver Knights and the Silver Guard. Angels in service of Balthasar. If one travels far enough, they will reach the other planes of existence.

Artifacts
Cosmic energy: Ethereal power pouring in from the hole in the firmament. It seems to be weakening, and will likely dissipate in time. Until then, it supplies all the gods with acts.
The premier: A never ending storm of scalding hot rain. It travels through the land of night on the firmament.
The Hearthstar: A fiery celestial body which travels over the ring of night, providing warmth.
The d20 of Razdor: A die which will randomly appear near mortals every few years. When rolled, it alters the fate of whomever rolled it forever. After which, it disappears.

Places of interest
The center of the universe: A nebulous cloud dominates the center of the universe, acting as a barrier between the material realm and the realm of dreams.
Pocket of life: This area of space seems to have a unique life giving property. Given favorable conditions, life will likely flourish here of its’ own accord.

Demigods and spirits
The Artisan: A triangular metal form with various etching tools hovering within. It has the power to alter the firmament.

Gods
Empress Lea Anastella- 11 (+11)
Kyheros- 9 (+9)
Tu’rebaal- 10 (+10)
Jule-Phren- 15 (+12)
Animoras- 11 (+11)
Balthasar- 10 (+10)
Kitterchin- 11 (+11)
Razdor- 11 (+11)

Space is warped and time is bendable.
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01-18-2017, 08:34 AM
Post: #96
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
Kytheros watched as the dreams spread across his dreamlands and was pleased.

Looking around he saw the primitive tribals could use an additional little help and so, he rose from his throne of Embers and flew towards the great hole in the firmenant. With a wave of his staff he drew a line of light across the great gap. An unseen, crystalline formation of gossomar. He swipe his staff again, this time from height to height, creating another line crossing over the first. The energy that flew in from the outside, while no longer capable of granting gods power to create, it could however be used to make something else. This construction would not be visible through living, mortal eyes, and no living mortal could approach the hole in any case.

The 'winds' sped up as the nature of the four sections of the hole manifested themselves, the power diffused as the winds spread out and twisted and turned as they blew across the firmenant, and sensitive mortals who were wise and adept, would be able to utilise these harnassed winds intot he four primeval magicks: Air, Water, Fire and Earth, all of them too extreme to be truly usable by any one person to extremes, but enough for them to learn, and to specialise. (Kytheros creates the Web of Magic and the Winds of Magic - 5 acts)

He also made it so that the other gods, if they so wished, could add to the great web of magic, creating new sections with a specialised wind of magic for mortals to use if they so desired. (3 acts)

And with that he tore orr a tiny sliver of his great staff and, holding it over the centre of the web for an age, he flung it onto the firmenant. The Wand of the Unheard becoming a lost artefact that, when found, would grant the wielder one spell of its wish for them to wield however they wished within a reasonable degree of power. The more the wand aged and the more mortals who wielded it, the more unique spells it would allow the mortal to use regardless of their learning or ability with magic. (Wand of the Unheard - 1 Act)

And with that, Kytheros rested once more.

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01-18-2017, 01:40 PM (This post was last modified: 01-18-2017 02:37 PM by Cidellus.)
Post: #97
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"Alas, there will be no heroism without danger to inspire mankind," Balthasar lamented. "So I believe it is time to inspire them."

4 acts - Balthasar creates a race of humanoid chaos and magic immune greenskinned tusked battle-loving warriors with red eyes. They are called the orcs. They love battle, and they love fighting the biggest, most terrifying possible thing they can fight. Fighting the weak is boring to them. They crave a CHALLENGE. They crave TRIUMPH. The biggest orcs tend to become warlords over enormous hosts of orcs, creating vast swaths of destruction as they fight every challenging thing in their path.

"And there are no monsters in the world either. Nothing for humans, orcs, and others to slay and triumph over..."

6 acts - Balthasar creates Seedlings, a race of (initially) nymphlike winged creatures who embed themselves within various objects, evolving over time into giant, terrifying monsters of various shapes and sizes. For example, if a seedling implants itself within a rock formation, it could evolve into a rock golem. One who plants itself into the earth could become an earth golem. One who implants itself within a dead human could become a siren, or a gorgon, or a banshee, or perhaps even some kind of wight. The possibilities are limitless, and should create a diverse bestiary of fun monsters to populate the world. They also like hunting and devouring sentient beings, though the occasional monster can be peaceful. It is rare.
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01-20-2017, 10:15 AM
Post: #98
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"An interesting idea," said Tu'rebaal, watching the first Seedling monsters sprout. "But they will keep the sapient races from organizing for some time, I would imagine. Running and hiding, not able to properly organize... or perhaps instead they will rise to the challenge in spite of their primitive nature. We will have to see."

He surveyed the world, thinking. He was starting to formulate a plan.
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01-20-2017, 03:54 PM (This post was last modified: 01-20-2017 04:15 PM by Kocel.)
Post: #99
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
"Yes, Terry, yes, I see what you're thinking. These monsters will take lives, and to balance that out, we need more... PROOOOOOCREATION!"

Animoras' cloak reaches out and grabs some Sky Crystals and Inferno Cores, shatters them into tiny pieces, and forms them into an angular, crude sculpture of a dragon. He then rears back, makes some unsightly noises, and hocks a loogie of godly energy onto it.

4 Acts to create a dragon out of crystals, a being that survives off of heat, light, and other forms of energy. It shines with multicolor light, and when it moves, the crystals produce a sound of tinkling laughter.
2 Acts to grant it high intelligence.
1 Act to make it invulnerable to aging, it will live as long as nobody goes out of their way to kill it.
1 Act to grant it a breath of multichromatic vapor, which causes anyone who is hit with it to become incredibly fertile and aroused.

The Dragon looks up to the sky.

"What... What am I? Why am I?"

He finds the answer in his mind, pre-created.

'YOU ARE THE MYTHICAL BONERDRAGON. YOU EXIST TO GRANT THE RACES OF THIS UNIVERSE THE GIFT OF CHILDBIRTH. GO, ANIMORAS COMMANDS YOU!
ALSO
ASK FOR CONSENT BECAUSE OTHERWISE THIS GETS REALLY WEIRD.
AND ALSO IF YOU'RE USING IT ON AN INTELLIGENT RACE DON'T USE IT ON KIDS.
YOU KNOW WHAT LET'S NOT USE YOUR BREATH ON ANYTHING JUVENILE, IN GENERAL.'


Bonerdragon, a creature of immense, noble intelligence, sighs heavily.

"... My life is suffering."

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Animoras sighs happily and curls back up in Kitterchin's cottage.

"Hey, Kitty, I've got some juice left, if you want to make, like, say, a nice magical hotel for mortals to visit, full of colors, puppet shows, and midwives!"
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01-20-2017, 04:10 PM
Post: #100
RE: Godhood- Tapestry
Lea Anastella notices the pocket of life, as if for the first time.

"Hm. It would be a shame to make this place go to waste."

She creates a mars-sized planet, but with a molten core so that the planet has plate tectonics and the earth is warm. She also spreads metals throughout it so that it is rich in minerals, and adds some magically-active crystal. (8 acts = 6 + 2)

She then descends among the tribes of humans and coronites and manifests as a burning wheel. Sending out a call, she draws many towards her with a sweet singing sound in their mind. Once enough are gathered, she speaks.

"Mortals! I am Lea Anastella, Empress of Light. My fellow gods have created great dangers, which may threaten your very existence. I will teach you a new way to survive. There are those among you who are stronger than others. You have a special obligation to the rest of your tribes. They may not be strong, but they provide in other ways - they help gather food, or sing comforting songs, or help find shelter. Thus, you who are strong have a duty to protect them, and in return you will have the respect and recognition of the others.

I will give you a gift, so that you may be able to survive the coming hardships."


Anastella creates a plant. Its leaves are broad and strong, perfect for shelter, and its limbs are flexible but hard. The fruits are also good for eating. She calls the plant Lea's Blessing.

"I leave you with this; may it help you reach the rich resources of the land of day and venture out to hunt in the ring of night. I encourage you, humans, to heal the wounds of division and accept those you have cast out, and you, coronites, to consider working with humans in times of trouble. Through cooperation and working towards improvement, everyone can prosper together."

With that, she ascends back into the heavens and disappears from mortal view.

(3 Acts total for the plant and the manifestation)

The one, the only, Vancho!
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