This is different I had been wanting water it it came I'm not sure how this works what kind of limits are in place but now I need to try something I know I try for silence.
There's a pulse and after a second, the screaming and cries begin to fade, as silence falls upon The Lake Of Fire, leaving only the sound of the wind flowing from one of the platforms.
Concept Created: Silence!
Damand slings the crystal cord down into the pit, angling for one of the suffering. A fisherman's line, a false hope for whoever grabs on and a path leading straight to Damand's gut.
The cord sails down towards the flames, touches the flames, and then evaporates. The hungry flames overpowered the ice and salt rope easily, evaporating it but a few spectral hands you saw grasping at the rope only slid off the rope before it evaporated. Seems you'll need something stronger and perhaps a hook in order to get your meal.
Well – she had never looked worse and could only be thankful for the lack of a mirror if that was what the light was showing her. Holding up her gaunt and burned hands, she could see what remained of her skin peeling of the blackened bone and she might have emptied her stomach if she even had one to begin with. Tearing her eyes off the wreck that was her body and upwards towards the light again she could only wonder: that was her doing? It had begun small, cupped into her hands and now it was encompassing their whole surroundings? She could only let out weak rasp, the try of a laugh that never left the charcoaled throat uttering it.
Ohh she did learn quite a bit in her training, including imaginations of the beyond, the events after death and human, as well as alien mythology. Lake of Fire? This looked pretty much human and wouldn't that please those old xenophobes in the senate quite greatly, if at least the afterlife was made on Earth?
Letting her eyes – or the lack of them as she didn't even need to blink- move from one side to another, it became quite apparent how hostile the whole place was – and that without the whole fire and brimstone theme that was obviously ruling the place.
Closing her eyes once more and reaching out with weak arms, Sarah tried to pull in some of the new cool air that her latest experiment had brought her, trying to feel out the edges and corner of the little floating piece of land that was hers. Some borders might be nice and in her mental eye she tired to form the memories of the lightly arched Titanium walls that the space station she grew up on consisted off.
Light cracking sounds alert you to rising sheets of metal, forming crude, curving walls that surround the edges of your little island, providing a measure of protection from the winds, but the all-consuming flames of the Lake that had burned that ice and salt rope the other being had tried fishing with, those licked against the metal and did nothing.
It would seem that your new walls are naturally more capable of resisting the incredible heat of the flames.
Curiously, you pull a sheet from the ground, watching a new sheet grow rapidly in its place, and on a whim you find that you can shape it easily by hand. Without any concept of physics and other rules of science and nature, it is child's play to make creations of durable metal without tools or forges.
Concept Created: Metal
Sanath Ittantha stared into the fire. There was a lot more heat and burning than the Faceless God had promised him. It hurt, of course, but Sanath did not become a magister by bowing to the paltry whims of pain. The screaming was annoying, very much so.
His cosmos, he considered, was this pathetic scrap of rock, floating on an endless sea of daemonic flames. At least cold was created, or so he sensed. He put a hand on top of the flaming sea, which licked at his gloved hand, while concentrating on his former lands. A mountain. Land. Let there be solid ground.
For a moment, there is nothing. And then you hear it, a sound like rocks colliding before the flames part, the tip of an ash-black peak rising from the flames, before the flames sharply sweep away, the mountain rising with incredible speed as the small group of rock platforms are quickly subsumed by the rising expanse of black rock.
As the island groans and settles in place, the rock platforms melt into the black rock of the island, their effects taking effect immediately.
From the peak, water geysers forth, freezing into ice as it spills over the lip, the inadvertent snowfall melting in the heat and turning into rain that is whipped by the winds into dark clouds that pound the burning-hot rock with icy rain, covering everything in a thick carpet of steam as salt crystals, pillars and sheets of metal sprung up from the ground, rivers flowing from the constant stream of freezing water being fired into the sky.
Congratulations. You made an Island.
All players are now stuck on an roughly-circular island about 16 kilometers from one side to the other. Environmental Concepts are now Universal for all players!
Mechanic: Land Expansion is now possible. Players can now expand the island outwards in whatever direction they wish.
Twenty three breathed in and out, sat on a plane of ice. The cold was deep, and abiding and endless, but it had created so much more. The light that illuminated their platform provided her the ageis to see the others - truly see them.
Few they were, and equal in seeming ability, if not in application. Walking to the edge, of her platform, she looked at the woman near her, the one who had formed along with her own abilities temperature and weather. Reaching into the void, into the air the other she created, she opened her mouth, and imposed her will on the world, as before.
"I will Speak."
And lo, in the silence that deadened the screams that would have drowned out your words, you spoke. And in that instant, all those on the island with you could speak and could understand each other. As evidenced by the excited babbling of the others.
Concept Created: Language. Players can now speak to each other.
"Ouch! Go- Wait, fuck him. I am not cursing by that bigot ever again."
"Okay... My vision seems to be clearing up... and uh. When did something other then pain, and flames and ya know, all that 'Damned to an eternity of agony' stuff happen? ... Err, as much as something can 'happen' when it seems time isn't a thing according to all the confusion that is everything..."
"... Wait, the raft of that burnt jellyfish thing just had water appear on it... Can we make things?"
"Huh, I'll have to give it a shot... Errr... Ideas... Ideas... Nada, nothing an-"
'whoosh'
"Breeze! That was a breeze! ... And I'm still to far from the other rafts to really communicate with them or anything so let's see... Okay, I remember the structure of the 'spell' for creating physical structures out of mana from Great-Grandma's journal. Normally useless due to being too flimsy for anything, but if I can set it up right, and create a breeze at the right place..."
"Well, here goes nothing..."
Let's see... Focus on the structure and... Let [Magic] be done! I want a sail and a mast on this raft made out of mana, should be good enough for now... Oh, and I want to have a gentle [Breeze] come from behind, filling the sail and pushing me towards... Guess I'll aim over towards those two rafts that have that miniature storm forming around them. The raft with the skeleton with the cybernetics and the other raft with... Well, I think they're human? Looks humanish at least...
Oh! Important! I also want a [Metal] grappling hook on a rope tied to my raft... Need to make sure I have something to anchor me to their rafts when I bump into them, or I might drift off elsewhere.
... Err, better make sure I dissolve mast and sail formed of mana when I get close enough, or I might get blown... well, no clue where, but not where I wanted to be.[/Time]
Your plans were suddenly derailed by the actions of one of the others creating a massive island, but as you looked around at the salt and metal, feeling the icy breeze on your...possibly skin, and feeling water soak into you, there was no reason at all try and make something like magic.
Except...what was magic? Magic requires a source, something that is drawn upon to create magic. That takes the wind out of your sails somewhat as you consider what you need to create to allow for magic.
