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DAWN OF DIVINITY

 

In the beginning there was nothing but formless Void. In that vast emptiness, came Ao – the unfathomable, the singular, the Overgod. And with a single thought was born a pantheon. Beings of unfathomable power and influence, capable of shaping nothing into something – the Gods. Each unique, but each born of the will of mighty Ao, it is their task to create the world as they see fit. They are the lords and masters of all that will be – but even their awesome power pales before the might of Ao.

 

Ao has given the godlings there task. Now it falls to them to create the world.

 


 

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THE FIRST AGE – PART 1: The Firmament


 

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You are given the freedom to build the world how you wish. For the first few turns, this will be done in a very basic manner. You must build the fantasy world you will all play in from scratch. Create a planet or plane, shape its natural laws, the wild forces that effect things there, the geography and – eventually – its life.

 

For now you may post thusly: Be as descriptive as you wish, but create a MAJOR and MINOR feature of the new world. I will leave this to you all to interpret. How you may. In my first modpost I will provide more guidance, narrating how your acts played out.

 

Major Acts can be thought of as immutable, fundamental parts of the universe e.g. a major plane of existence, a planet, a law of reality etc.

 

Minor Acts can be significant events in the creation of the world to come, but altogether less pivotal to the nature of the world. This may be small personal plane of reality, a place of primordial power in the world, or a force of nature such as a type of magical phenomena – but not something as universally effecting as a law of reality.

 

 

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Lavrat-es, the Axis of Heaven, Fate with Form

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Within the Void, Lavrat-es gazed about.

 

Nothingness. Perhaps that was to be expected. She knew in her head her role – the Axis of Heaven. She knew that she was Fate itself, and that this Void needed something in particular to begin her Cycle.

 

It needed a planet.

 

So, in her eyes, the golden rings spun. Out of the void, infinite threads were borne from nothing, each brilliant with energy. With her will, they thread together, form. In its center the energy is densest, and the threads themselves little more than a structure of chiral angles. From it weaves dense threads of great number, solidifying, straightening. Fate itself intertwines, and she watches it form with great anticipation. A cube of threads appeared. Then she gazed into the infinite, and sighed. There are others. Six planes will not be enough for all of our creations.

 

So she returned to her work. More threads, more energy. Hundreds of massive planes and straight, delineating angles. Large enough for a quintillion Avatars to live on comfortably. The creations will need a flat space to live on, so this is perfect, she thinks to herself. What perfect, infinite ingenuity. Then she wonders.

 

How will the creations visit each other? A great tragedy indeed. At the edges of her polyhedron-world, she curves them inwards, makes one able to walk from one to another. Then, she noticed another problem – the curves always needed to end somewhere. So she curved it more, and more. Soon, it was spherical, and, as she landed upon it, she smiled in satisfaction. Somehow, this feels flatIn an instant, the surface energy dissipated, and the threads hardened. What was left was, well, a massive white sphere.

 

But this is my World, and the others need to know it. The other Beings, were, after all, sure to come after her beautiful creation, and the Axis of Heaven could not lose it to another. So she set into being a plane, its energy the source of the planet’s continued existence, the focal point between the planetary center and her Energy, centered on that point so that the planet would not move. The planetary core, she decided, would be left empty, and left an infinitely small siphoning point to ensure it did not collapse in on itself. The spherical exterior, after all, did not extend to the core, where it was still a polyhedron of structural supports, which she left to remind herself of her ingenuity.

 

So she created with this planet her Throne. Within that infinitely small point, a plane in which she built a massive palace of primordial energy for herself, threads infinitely spinning and speeding through the abyss surrounding it. She would decorate it with the creations of others, she decided, and created too a portal that would allow her to reach the surface, one that could not be found or entered except for Gods, or those Fate favors. Finished, she sits on her throne, taking on the appearance of a blindfolded angel. There were others that were fated to create far more than her, and she was bored of this game. Perhaps she would try her hand at the Laws next.

 

[MAJOR ACT] – Planetary Creation – “The World-Sphere”

  • Composition | Celestial Thread {White}
  • Core | Empty {Centered on World Throne}
  • Major Feature | Doesn’t rotate, doesn’t move.

 

[MINOR ACT] – Minor Plane Creation – The World Throne

  • Entry Point | Moving Portal on Planetary Surface

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Vyrnen:

Guardian of all earthly creatures.
 

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Vyrnen looks upon the other deities crowding around this new...world. However something was terribly wrong, this planet would be shrouded in darkness. Unable to support life. Vyrnen moves a safe distance away from this sphere. A large glowing mass beginning to form in front of it. Eventually, once it is a sufficient size, Vyrnen releases this glowing ball of energy. Allowing it to take shape into the first star. Satisfied with this the orange mass moves to this new world. It was barren, the only thing littering this world was an endless expanse of stone.

 

Vyrnen grumbles under its breath, there was no air. Once again Vyrnen would have to fix this world. Creating a thick atmosphere to surround and protect this world from the deadly rays of the sun. Then moving down to the surface it would begin to make oceans and seas, covering a majority of the planet in water. Leaving six large continents. Once finished it would look proudly upon it’s work. Deciding to rest on a remote island far away from either continent. Vyrnen taking the form of a large indrik. Once on the island, it would begin to fill it with trees, shrubs, bushes, and many other plants. Leaving the rest of the world to its brethren. Waiting for them to have their fun before breathing life into the entire world.

 

 

Major Actions:
Creation of a Sun, air, and water. 

 

Minor Actions:

Creation of dirt, sand, gravel, and all types of plants on an island far away from any of the main continents. 

Edited by HyperionSibuna

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I am Wol-Kot. I was there at the World’s beginning, and I shall be there at its end. Submit, and know the true nature of the universe.

 

Thus does the Weaver of Night engrave upon the walls of his temple. Near the very center of the earth he burrows to hide from the other gods, and manifestations of his will carve a great cavern, raising cyclopean walls and great columns in a grand structure that few will ever see in the subterranean darkness. In this cavern at the roots of the world, he surrounds his temple in a lake of mercury, before he looks outward.

 

The architect, the one who called herself Axis of Heaven, is near. She has made a realm of her own, and now sits cloistered in an infinitesimal point within the empty core. Good. She can stay there. Wol-Kot carves a passage from his cavern to that empty space, and soon his essence wanders between its great marble threads. Majestic, yes. But its majesty would honor Wol-Kot.

 

More caverns spread from the core-void, and reach out through the world from its center. A network, too vast and labyrinthine to navigate, large enough to hold a hundred civilizations. Rivers flow through its empty reaches, and sounds from miles away echo through the darkness. The Underpath, Wol-Kot calls it, or Yal-Gokor.

 

And once the first few branches of these primordial caves reach the surface, the Nightweaver is at last satisfied. He returns through his great maze to the core, and thence to his temple, where at last he rests. But his work is not yet done.

 

Slowly, thinly, his essence spreads outward. It infuses every stone and breath of air in some tiny way. The other gods feel it. But the earth is not affected. Rather, the essence of Wol-Kot is itself changed by what it touches. And so the shadow-world of dreams is for the first time created. An echo dimension, malleable and attractive to souls without grounding. The Dreamstalker sets his net, and watches....

 

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[MAJOR ACT:] Creation of the parallel dream dimension, into which slumbering mortals are drawn. There, their wills will shape reality, and Wol-Kot will watch, silently or not. The dream dimension is by default a shadow of our world made up of Wol-Kot’s being, but it is easily bent.

 

[MINOR ACT:] Creation of the Underpath, Yal-Gokor, and the Nightweaver’s temple. The temple sits in a lake of mercury, and its cavern is only accessible through the hollow core-void. The core-void sits at the center of a huge network of caves: some large, some small, but all so convoluted that a surface dweller could never hope to come even close to the core except with divine guidance. The Underpath is sprawling and empty....for now.

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Kaha-Nu-Buhu

The Guiding Light

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The young Goddess watched as her siblings went about shaping the world to their own agenda. The godlings seemed to have a natural talent for making things from nothing, their forms greedily crowding around the newly formed orb of white thread. Kaha-Nu-Buhu watched as a great orb of light and fire was cast into the dark sky, illuminating half of the newly formed globe with intense heat. Yet, she felt compelled to feel remorse for the other side of the orb.

 

How could anyone marvel at her wonders in this shadow? With this, she outstretched her hand to the darkened sky and released a thick red mist from her fingertips. The mist coalesced into a large, crimson sphere before gradually solidifying there in the night sky. The ball hung there for a moment, enveloping the surface of the world with an intense ruby light, before Kaha-Nu-Buhu gave the orb a gentle push and it began to rotate around the world in tandem with the sun. The newly formed moon carried such intense power that even the water reached out towards it’s pull, carrying massive waves towards the coast where it crashed down upon the white banks of the fledgling planet. To most this orb would simply be known as the Moon and it’s purpose unclear, but to the Goddess it would be known as Vula-Marama, it’s surfaced covered with scattered spires of pale red stone and massive craters.

 

However, she knew she could not be finished until she gave this new world something new to marvel upon. With delicate fingers she set to work poking millions of holes through the newly created atmosphere, divine white light pouring out of the holes and onto those who would reside there in the future. Yet the stars were anything but placed randomly, for with those of keen eye and superior intellect, the stars would spell out the creation of the universe in some sort of primal written language before paper or quill were ever conceived.

 

[Major Act] – The Moon – ‘Vula-Marama’

While the Moon’s true purpose currently remains a mystery, it’s effect upon the world is lasting and significant. It’s powerful pull causing waves to roll along the water’s surface and the tides go up and down each day. The Moon chases down the sun through the sky, yet never outpaces it, offering the night sky a welcoming source of light.

[Minor Act] – The Firmament of the Heavens

The Firmament, the complex web of stars coating the night sky, serves to act as a story detailing the creation of the Gods and their world. However, it’s message is nearly undecipherable to those of little experience and mostly serves to sate the vanity of an egotistical Goddess.

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“Truth is a lie, but only if truth being a lie is not a lie. Lies, therefore, are just as likely to be true, unless that truth is also a lie. These are the only true lies you will ever be told.”
-Ixthalizzum, God of Indecision, Confusion, Derangement, and Irony.

 

Ixthalizzum splurges down upon the great orb willed into being by the Fate-wielder Lavat-es. His ever-warping form writhes pleasantly in the warmth of the new sun. His six-thousand potential lungs breath in the freshly-hewn air. His infinite eyes gaze across the rocky land and he finally comes to his conclusion--this world was simply too decisive. There needs to be disorder to the world’s order. 

 

He had watched with frustration as Lavrat-es anchored the world as it was. Determined, he travels to the largest continent and digs a thousand of his hands into the fresh earth. He heaved and pushed until the land beneath him cracked and tore a great chasm into the earth, but he was no able to move it whatsoever. 
 

”If I cannot make this world move,” he roared in anger, “I will move things around it!” 

Flinging himself to the earth, he approached the crag he had torn before, and dug from it great hunks of clay and stone. Shaping them into three small balls, he threw them into the sky to dance in the void with the sun and the moon Vula-Marama. At night the sun and moon’s light would be reflected on them into the dark, and sometimes during the day they would pass before the sun, blocking the light. There would never be a certain day, nor night, and this pleased Ixthalizzum greatly.  He named them Ix, Thal, and Izum after himself, as he could not think of anything else.

 

These were but the anchor for something more. The three new moons pulled the oceans and winds into chaotic patterns, stopping wind and ocean currents from ever being completely predictable. With a powerful wheeze he blew new, dangerous wind into the air, creating raging storms and tidal waves that would beat at the shores of the continents. With the moons in place, the seas could not be controlled, or easily predicted like they would have with merely one hanging in the sky.

Satisfied with his work for now, he peered into the deep crag he had torn and saw winding caves diving deeper into the crust. It seemed as good a place to rest as any, and its maze-like unpredictable nature made it feel like home. And so his formless mass sunk into the dark, and he snoozed while the other Gods continued their works.

 

[Minor Action] Creation of chaotic weather--storms, tsunamis, tornados, etc etc. Creation of a vast, deep canyon on the largest continent. 

[Major Action] Creation of three moons (Ix, Thal, and Izum) that would stop complete control or prediction of the weather and oceans, cause night to be partially illuminated, and the sun to have a chance at being eclipsed. 

 

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TO ALL WHO’VE HAD POSTS DELETED!!

You MUST apply on the OOC thread. Currently applications are closed. I’m a relatively new GM so I’m keeping the player group small.

 

Feel free to apply though! Once applications open again, I’ll cherry pick the ones I think will fit in best.

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Skatal, Bringer of Famine, Lord of Plague

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     He remained silent. Silent through the other’s endless bickering, their conversation a constant tug of war. So he was silent. But the voice above all, Ao, called upon him. Yes, him, above the others, that much he believed. Called upon Skatal to create, to form, to shape the nothingness into... Well, that much, he was not certain. He shuddered from the voice of Ao, whose words were absolute. No, he could not be punished, no, no, no. Not now. Not when so much laid ahead of him. That was his absolute.

 

     And so, Skatal scurried in the nothingness, in the space that the Gods were and were not. He looked upon their creations as he thought. The World-Sphere, flat and white, given form with water and earth. One moon rose, and soon later, three followed in its wake. And in his thought, another absolute was made. “Yes-yes! They can shape the world, yet I shall shape a rule! Me, above all, me, I who brings what is not there, will bring it into creation.” Without further thought, the Rat-God opened its jaw and bit into one of the continents of the World-Sphere. Skatal’s teeth clamped down into the grass and deeper into the earth. The ground around him would shake, yet ended when red-capped mushrooms sprouted around him. The mushrooms would continue to grow and spread, although at a slower rate than when Skatal bit into the ground. From their caps, a cloud of spores, purple to the common eye, resonated. As they spread, the grass would break down, wilt, and die, yet return into the soil. ”My rule, my rule! All must return to the earth. All will feed!”

 

     After the initial bite, he continued, burrowing through the earth. The seas would not be his domain. No, it would be underground. Deep beneath the surface, yet far from the core, he reached the Underway. The burrow he had made collapsed through, a large hole within the continent. Mushrooms quickly sprouted along the walls due to his burrowing, and Skatal chittered. The Gods would make their realm? Then so would he. It was ideal, the other Gods were fools. For why deal with the future of mortals when they are so far away? Fools with powers. Skatal wretched at the thought but soon waved them away. Back to the task on hand! Now, now, what should he name his domain? The Great Burrow. For the Great one, he himself, rested in it.

 

For now, Skatal curled up in his small form, resting.

 

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[Major Act] – The Carriers: The first mushrooms are made, releasing a large amount of spores that are distinctly purple. There is such a large amount released that the spores are visible, as a purple cloud.  These mushrooms grow in clusters, and can even take over environments. They do not spread quickly however, and are fairly weak and easy to remove. They have no effect on immortals and mortals and never will, for it is Skatal’s first attempt at life. However, plants (trees, grass, shrubbery, etc.) as well as dead organisms are affected, and are slowly broken down into nutrients by the fungi. ((Slowly spreads, destroys pre-existing plants/flora and dead organisms unless counterracted, but if removed leaves behind large deposits of nutrients))

 

[Minor Act] – The Great Burrow: A gaping hole in one of the unnamed continents where Skatal resides, both giant in length and width. The Carriers grow on the walls, and reach all the way down to the Underpath. Serves as the shallowest entrance to the Underpath, yet is incredibly treacherous for creatures larger than an ((IRL house cat)). Not much too it, just a really big hole planned for later use.

Edited by Ougi

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For many days - by the reckoning of the new sun and moons - Exitius simply watched his counterparts as they created a new world. Some made seas, some caves, others continents, islands and life. Two made moons. For a long time, Exitius pondered what his own addition to this world would be. The red orb of light that was his bound essence skimmed the world for a long time, before he finally decided upon a course of action.

 

On the smallest of the continents, Exitius made his contribution and his Realm. For a week, the God whisked about the continent, plotting his creation. Finally the orb moved to the centre of the continent, and with infinite care, touched the earth. The earth rippled, and ugly marble changed, becoming a myriad of stones and minerals.

 

Then, exerting a great force of will, Exitius began to twist and pull the earth upwards. A great spear of stone shot upwards, and a mountain began to twist and force it's way into the sky. Eventually, then top reached the very top of the world, and the mountain stopped shifting and groaning. 

 

Atop his great stone peak, Exitius looked out across the rest of his perfectly flat continent, speckled with the various different stones and minerals instead of the ugly marble that formed the rest of the world.  The orb pulsed, almost as if the God was frowning, and then he issued forth a great outstanding of power, and the earth moved.

 

Across the continent, the earth shifted. Mountains, cliffs, valleys, plains, beaches, rivers, streams and lakes began to form across the continent. A great thunder storm began, and sheets of rain began to fill the basins and paths that had been created for bodies of water. 

 

Silently, Exitius looked over his lands and wondered why it looked so empty. He looked to the lands of Vyrnen with envy, he silently ponders the best way to recreate such wonders.

 

Turning his eyes back to his own lands, Exitius began to carve out a great network of caves and tunnels within the Great Mountain, vast and expansive, these tunnels were formed to accommodate many things, but above all they were created to house a great city of those who would be loyal to the God of Death.

 

At the peak, Exitius created a portal to his own Realm, which he formed in the heavens with but a thought, creating a great series of tunnels and corridors, courtyards and walls. At the centre of this labyrinthine fortress, Exitius created his throne, and took up his seat, delighted to find he could assume his true form.

 

With a jolt of horror, Exitius realised his form had simply been bound to this chair, and with thunderous roars none could hear, he was forced to remain there, trapped and only able to project the fragment he had been forced to project before hand.

 


 

MINOR EVENT | Formation of a great mountain, caves, a portal, and other geography around the smallest of the six continents, since named Exitium.

 

MINOR EVENT | The creation of Exitius' Realm, a Labyrinthine fortress used as both as home and his prison.

 

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Bruk simply looked at the... marble thing. He drifted idly towards it, bumping around and such as he has no real control over the direction he takes. Eventually, he approaches it and reaches out a jagged rod of stone from his spherical being. Upon touching the marble ball, the stone begins to spread like wildfire across the surface. A marbled look came over the surface, each color signifying a different kind of metal or material that made up the newly created surface of this... ‘World’. 

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Yngbald, lord of magic and progress

Yngbald observed from the void as his fellow godlings created the worlds, moon and shaped the planet into and shaped the world and/or their own dimensions. Yet he found that something was missing, that there was a void in the universe that needed to be filled. At first he did not know what but then he got inspiration on how to fill the void. Because a vacuum could not exist something needed to fill the void up. He could use energy to fill this unseen void, and energy could be used for many purposes. Yes, it would be most intruiging what could be done with energy. It would be all the more intruiging if this energy could be used for a variety of purposes, to extend one’s reach and make dreams reality. Thus Yngbald looked upon the unseen void, lacking eyes but seeing this void more clearly than any other. He parted with a small part of his being, of his own energy because something could not be created from nothing.

 

Then he saw with fascination as the unseen void became filled with a great spectacle. Great acts of lights as the various strands of energy connected with one another, endlessly forming new forms and twisting into new ones. Growing ever more complex. Though this was done at a slow pace it was most enjoying to see this. But Yngbald could not watch this beatiful piece of art forever, he needed to do other things. For the glory of Ao.

 

With this Yngbald looked down on the earth once more. He saw the potential it held and he saw the gods twist it to their wims. If he himself were to manipulate it, it would be wise to have his own sanctuary, a place to call his own on this planet. He wished for a place to interact with future mortals but what would be a good enough place. He needed to be in a central position, one where he could extend his influence properly. Thus in a land with a mild climate, where the neither the heat nor the cold had control he made his hold. He created a great forest, filled with strange plants, each with a purpose to be used. Each plant had a use, be it for food, healing, protection, construction or poision. Each to be mastered by any who came upon it and make it their own. Here the trees were to be strong, made of timber and to reach to the sky. It’s inhabitants numerous and the forest filled with life. Feeling another part of him leavy his godly form Yngbald smiled as he looked at his creation with empty eyesockets.

 


MAJOR EVENT: Yngbald creates magic. The energy which mortals will in the future be able to utilize for their own purposes

 

MINOR EVENT: Yngbald creates the great forest. A great forest where each plant has it’s own major or minor use

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Do-rah, God of the Wild and of the Civilized

 

Observing the world from the Void, he sought to create a place, people and creatures to populate it. As such he creates his realms and populates it with people that are built in his own image, filling it with an assortment of creatures. Taking it slow he would seek to see his people evolve around the areas in which they are placed. In time selecting some among them to begin to form a loose priesthood as the people of his realm remain in a barbaric state.

 

The realm itself would be on the world, created in something of a circle with all but one small area being covered by dense and dangerous swamps and forest making entry through there impossible or undesirable. For the time being the God of the Wild and Civilized would watch and wait to see how the societies of the different tribes would form. To see that which will remain wild, and that which will evolve into civilization.

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THE FIRST AGE – PART 1: The Firmament

Turn 2

 

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And so it was that the void was made whole. The axis of the world was made by the axis of heaven, for Lavrat-es was the first among the gods to use her power. The World-Sphere, as it would become known, was born – an unmoving sphere of marble, built upon an endlessly intertwined web of marble. The Sphere was pristine, white, unblemished – unadulterated. But Lavrat-es was not alone in being gifted the powers of creation, for others came to make their mark.

 

As it stands, the World-Sphere is an unmoving marble landscape, shaped by vast blue oceans of roiling waves and fierce windstorms, and punctuated by deposits of minerals in the mountains that crop across the world courtesy of Bruk. It is lit primarily by the Sun, a great burning orb that orbits the World-Sphere created by Vyrnen, but also by the mysterious ruby moon – Vula-Marama – the creation of Kaha-na-buhu. Day and night on the world-sphere are contentious concepts, thanks to the work of the changing god Ixthalizzum. The triad moons orbit at great speed and in incomprehensible patterns, their movements causing daily random eclipses and bizarre punctuations of white in the ruby twilight of the World-Sphere’s night. But far from the light of the surface is the work of Wol-Kot, the great Underpath – a labyrinthine lattice of passageways and caves that permeates the entire planet. Perhaps in time, those who will call this world home shall travel these subterranean highways instead of the treacherous seas? Who knows, but for now all that can be found in the Underpath is the hidden temple of the reclusive dreamer.

 

Some features of interest have appeared on this virgin world. Far from the wider changes is the secluded island sanctuary of Vyrnen – where upon the first Life in the universe is created. The white marble flourishes with grasses, mosses and lichens, trees break deep into the stone and the first small animals scurry into being. Although secluded, it is clear that this is the shape of things to come.

 

Elsewhere, on one of the six continents lies the great mountain of the spurned god of chaos, Exitius – a spire of rock and fury that shall surely strike fear into the hearts of the mortals to come. This continent is known as Exitium, and shall perhaps be the one to most strongly feel the influence of the raging deciever.

 

On another lies the Great Burrow, the vast gnawed hole in the world created by the scurryings of the plague god Skatal into the underway.

 

Another continent, a corner of it at least is cultivated by Do-rah, the dual god of the Wild and the Civilized. It is in this secluded realm that animal life is again cultivated – with mixed results. Do-rah’s creations are similar to Vyrnen’s albeit with a prouder gait, and taller stature – if any non-sentient animals could be arrogant, these ones are. But Do-rah’s attempts to create thinking, working beings akin to the minds of the gods... fail. They form from the stuff of creation, but the vast forces wielded by the other gods twist them terribly until they are simply ashen, rocky facsimiles of the mortals Do-rah intended. A great field of mortal-shaped statues now exists within Do-rah’s realm. Soon overtaken by plantlife, the first attempts at creating a ruling race are forever consigned to being an interesting location, or perhaps sought after collector’s items.

 

Upon the largest of the continents, a central place in the great scheme of things, the arcane lord Yngbald creates a vast, towering forest that comes to cover most of the central plane of this continent. In it are a dizzying maelstrom of colourful plants and bizarre aromas. A vast chemical and biological petri-dish is cultivated in the forest, its uses many to those who may seek to learn from it or even call it home.

 

Yngbald’s forest is not alone as one of the engimatic god’s creations, for shortly before he brought Magic into being. This vast system of potential energy rockets across the Void, suffusing everything with a potential spark of magic... who knows how this will eventually manifest, but for now the intent of the law is clear. Those capable of wielding magic will have great power of the physical states of things, capable of transmuting matter to energy, and vice versa, in myrad combinations for remarkable effect!

 

But before Yngbald wrought Magic upon the world, came the act of Wol-Kot. The dreamer extended a fraction of his being across all that exists, creating a hidden, second world only accessible to those with the mental power to wield it. Such beings do not yet exist, despite Do-rah’s efforts, but their coming is inevitable...

 


 

OOC

 

Mortal creation is STILL banned till the AP system is in place NEXT TURN. Continue shaping the world and its laws as you wish...

 

 

 

 

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Vyrnen:

Guardian of all earthly creatures.
 

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With life blossoming on the island Vyrnen can only look upon it with pride, however the rest of this world needs this gift. So Vyrnen sets out, marveling at what its brethren have done with the planet. Vyrnen begins to work, bringing life to the oceans. Making all manners of creatures, ranging from small fish to large predators. Making coral reefs, underwater gardens. Once satisfied with the amount of life in the oceans it moves from continent to continent. Creating many different biomes, each filled with unique animals and plants. Ranging from deserts to large plains and rolling hills. Tundra and arctic regions. 

 

With the creation of magic, this presents an opportunity. With the creation of all these new creatures and plants. Vyrnen imbues them with a little bit of magical essence. Creating atronochs, magical and trees, mystical creatures such as indriks, griffins, and of course large titanic beasts that dot the landscape.

 

With all of these major creations, Vyrnen retires to its island. Deciding to experiment with a type of creature. That does not yet have the intelligence of a deity. However, had the potential to grow and eventually come close to what some may call as sentience. This race would be mammalian, starting off as small ape-like creatures. Carefully nurtured and watched by Vyrnen.

 

 

 

 

Major Actions:
Creation of multiple biomes and life across the whole planet. Animals and plants populating every corner of the globe. The oceans are also brought to life. Some animals are imbued with magical essence giving them special properties.

 

Minor Actions:

Creation of an ape-like race on Vyrnen’s island. Who would be carefully monitored and watched by the god.

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