The room was quite large for it stretched on into the vast infinity.
In the centre of the room were large thrones, plain white and ready to be moulded and changed, waiting for the time to be used.
That time has come.
Upon the table shone the image of the world, a world of water filled to the brim with many aquatic beings with one mass of land standing out in the centre, its lands showing a variety of biomes, from lush forests to the dry deserts teaming with animals great and small.
With out warning the room contracted, space and time stilled for eons passed they resumed and glowing energy of many colours and shape began to flow from the thrones, slowly gathering and colauseing into power given form and substance.
and with this act occuring the gods shall awaken from the ether, with it the age of gods shall begin anew.
The room was quite large for it stretched on into the vast infinity.
In the centre of the room were large thrones, plain white and ready to be moulded and changed, waiting for the time to be used.
That time has come.
Upon the table shone the image of the world, a world of water filled to the brim with many aquatic beings with one mass of land standing out in the centre, its lands showing a variety of biomes, from lush forests to the dry deserts teaming with animals great and small.
With out warning the room contracted, space and time stilled for eons passed they resumed and glowing energy of many colours and shape began to flow from the thrones, slowly gathering and colauseing into power given form and substance.
and with this act occuring the gods shall awaken from the ether, with it the age of gods shall begin anew.
The second throne was the throne of the sun.
Gold and redstone and amber, shaped like a phoenix rising, its head hanging over the being seated on it.
A being burn of flames and light..reborn from theblaze as a golden and scarlet girl, rosy haired and long legged, who rises up now and gently asks the Mother goddess "Mother of all, it is Time...Shall i go out and waken the first race to dwell on our world? On that glorious dawn of our first day? "
Life was already teeming across the world below, meandering through fields, forests, sand and sea.
It had been there, much like the land had been there, and the oceans had been there.
So when the thrones coalesced the power that would define the divines, was it not impossible to say that they would bind themselves to what they might know, or what they might see?
This world existed before them, and so time had surely passed before they arrived. To this facet of existence did it grasp, holding tightly as it took shape. Things were changing now, and the power to alter things was taken as they manifested into this reality. This was true change they would wield, sharp as a blade to cleave the world apart, or like silken gossamer to cover the realm below in a gentle embrace. Yet these are mightier forces, things yet fully realized in the mind of anything on the surface of this place, regardless how diverse it may already be.
So instead, it looked up.
Like the Sun that strode the heavens overhead, and the one that appeared there to lay claim to that light, it reached out and took one last thing beyond the sky.
A gleaming pearl in the starry sky, drifting ever quietly by.
Tethered to these did it find itself, drawn by the reflection of the Sun on it's surface, shadowing the luminous star that burned by day. Wordlessly it drifted away from the throne that amassed it's substance and it's power, departing before it's shape was true. Shape obscured, it floated over the map of creation, and peered over existence. In that moment, a quiet, almost eerie vigil began. And it had yet spoken a single word...
Smiling softly and looking at her daughters throne with soft bemusement, Avitia, the Mother of All, gently reached out and strokes through her hair, gently whispering, with her voice filled with care and tenderness as she peered down at the pristine world below them, saying softly:
"Daughter....hush~ You are over eager: would you really prefer to set out the first Children of ours to grace this world,
without preparing a home for them?"
Taking the hand over her daughter the divine Phoenix, she gently pulled her towards the world with a warm smile on her lips as she looked over the green plains and then darkest of forests; the wide and angry seas and the playfully burbling streams that descended from the snow peaked mountains. Following one of this streams, she soon saw it join with others, forming a mighty river and then a lake: a lake with a large island in the middle of it: secure and with the river leading southwards towards the sea.
Seemingly reaching out towards the world, her power gathered on her hands and spilled forward as a cloud of golden dust, which fly out like a solar wind and gently landed on the surface of the world below them, enveloping the island as the goddess wishes started to shift and change the landscape, creating long and fertile seasons, with only mild winters and the right conditions for all sorts of plants to view. Not that she would let all sort of plants simply grow on the island: it was tot be the cradle of their mortal children and it wouldn`t do for them to come to harm...or at least too much of it. Under her gaze the poisonous plants withered or lost much of their danger, while hunting animals became smaller and less aggressive towards beings created...or simply touched by the hand of the divines. The island lost its high cliffs and became lovely and welcoming: a truly fitting place for their first creations to lean walking across the world~
Action:
Change Climate 6 DP on the Island in the Inland, with the intend to make it a more hospitable place for our creations~
Smiling softly and looking at her daughters throne with soft bemusement, Avitia, the Mother of All, gently reached out and strokes through her hair, gently whispering, with her voice filled with care and tenderness as she peered down at the pristine world below them, saying softly:
"Daughter....hush~ You are over eager: would you really prefer to set out the first Children of ours to grace this world,
without preparing a home for them?"
Taking the hand over her daughter the divine Phoenix, she gently pulled her towards the world with a warm smile on her lips as she looked over the green plains and then darkest of forests; the wide and angry seas and the playfully burbling streams that descended from the snow peaked mountains. Following one of this streams, she soon saw it join with others, forming a mighty river and then a lake: a lake with a large island in the middle of it: secure and with the river leading southwards towards the sea.
Seemingly reaching out towards the world, her power gathered on her hands and spilled forward as a cloud of golden dust, which fly out like a solar wind and gently landed on the surface of the world below them, enveloping the island as the goddess wishes started to shift and change the landscape, creating long and fertile seasons, with only mild winters and the right conditions for all sorts of plants to view. Not that she would let all sort of plants simply grow on the island: it was tot be the cradle of their mortal children and it wouldn`t do for them to come to harm...or at least too much of it. Under her gaze the poisonous plants withered or lost much of their danger, while hunting animals became smaller and less aggressive towards beings created...or simply touched by the hand of the divines. The island lost its high cliffs and became lovely and welcoming: a truly fitting place for their first creations to lean walking across the world~
Action:
Change Climate 6 DP on the Island in the Inland, with the intend to make it a more hospitable place for our creations~
"Yes , Mother"I say and slowly bow my head to my teacher and parent, as i wonder at her marvels...truöy, I am young still and this is the dawn of the world...Ithen turn to the third throne and bow before the one who will come after me, to moon of thousand shapes, the light of the night sky.
In the throne room some of the gods sit, contemplating...looking at the world map. As they sit something strange happens, a shadow or darkness starts to seep in from around them. The darkness moved across the throne room and brushed past the map to reach a throne, upon reaching the throne the darkness enveloped it. After a while the darkness dissipated, the enveloped throne was changed, instead of being white it was made from black stone and metal, the ends of the arm rests were shapes to be the heads of lions with eerie glowing eye's, on top of the throne were stacks of burning crimson red candles and sitting on it was a divine being shifting between three forms.
He looked around the room, but didn't speak or acknowledge the other gods. When he was finished his eye's met with the world map, so he sat there thinking, waiting for the best time for him to act.
Valden understood he was just one of many powerful being. Just one of the divine.
He knew that nothing here was perfect. He knew someone was going to make a mistake.
Small mistakes wouldn't matter. They would be fixed with the passage of time.
But the grand mistakes would matter. They would be one of the defining factors that will shape the world.
And in order to fix any mistakes they first most be known. So Valden made something to let him do just that. He made a book that help him keep track of it all.
But he couldn't forget any of the mortal because they can end up being tools to great power and that could cause as much trouble as a divine.
Well, he could also train the good mortals the great skill of improvisation. Valden smiled thinking of all of the mortal plans he can ruin just by taking a nail or moving a rock.
In the Divine Realm, the First Throne stood empty. The throne of Arrona, the first god to come into being, and the last to sit upon her throne. For she was busy, creating a great working to change the world, forever more.
She was crafting the Source of Magic in the Mortal Realm. Of course, there was one she placed in the center of the planet, but that was distant. No, there would be a Source upon the surface, a place where magic would emanate across the world.
And so it was made. Placed in the center of the large island north of the mainland, whose tip touched further North then any other piece of land upon the world. This island would bear host to thing the rest of the world could only imagine. Nothing could reach the Source without being changed by it. And so, magic begin in the world, before intelligence even existed.
The Divine were born and while many simply observed the World of Mortals and made planes, three were not idle and went to work. The Goddess Avitia went down to the Mortal World and made the small island in the center of the main continent more hospitable for future life, the plants became healthier and bore fruit that was greatly nutritious and tasty, the soil became became more rich and would allow great harvests for any who would come to call the island home, the animal life seemed filled with more energy and cured of any illness they had, the weather became practically perfect for the island and overall many would call these place a paradise. The Goddess Arrona created the Source upon the farthest island to the north, and from it came Magic, the power to manipulate the world for those who could control such a fantastical thing, but none of the beasts or plants of the world could call upon and harness Magic. The God Valden created his Notebook, the first Relic of the Divine, so that he may know the plans of those in the Mortal World, and intervene should it be necessary. But the beasts of the world had no real plans that could hold his interest so for the first five hundred years it was rarely used.
As the years passed and the living died, some of the Souls left behind began to....merge, and became the first "Legions": tortured masses of Souls constantly suffering the worst pains imaginable. Soon a Taint began to corrupt the Soul masses, though what this corruption did was unknown. The Divine noticed this corruption in singular Souls as well, but the corruption was much slower.
As the five-hundredth year passed, the almost unimaginable amount of Magic on the Island where the Source was located had done something, unexpected. The island began to lift into the sky and hovered two hundred miles in the air were in once was in the ocean.
The Divine felt a new surge of energy rush through them. +10pts for all players
So it Was, So it Is, So Shall It Forever Be.......
In a quiet forest, departed from the light of day, sits a cluster of pearly eggs no greater in size than a gathering of raindrops. Upon a swaying leaf they await the passage of day, the warmth of the sun beginning an awakening amidst the darkening wood as the twilight passes over. Tiny, wriggling things emerge ever slowly, brought into being like any other of their kind. Translucent caterpillars scatter to and fro in the setting sun, leaving their nest and seeking the first meal in their lives to come. All is well here in the beginning as the night closes in, for all but one small egg that was late to hatch.
In the cool night, it emerges alone. No brothers or sisters to greet it here as its life begins, and no company of eyes to watch it take its first steps in this world. It is silent and lonesome upon this swaying branch, perched on a single leaf amidst the thousands more beyond it. But in a moment the urges of a hungry body and an infant minds wanderings, it is drawn to something else. Something none of its brethren had a chance to see upon their birth, nor felt the most peculiar urges towards.
Up above, the clouds had begun to part, a starry sky breaking the deep pitch the drowned this place. There, amongst the far flung embers of the heavens, sat a great pearl of its own. Through ebony orbs, the little, wriggling thing stared upwards at the first wonder it had ever seen. It could not have the mind then to fathom what that was nor why it was drawn to it so, and yet its eyes were fixated upon an orb like a great egg in the sky. The soft light beckoned to it then, casting a white glow upon its glass like body. In an instant, it felt something strange fill its being, a sensation that it could not yet define. Even in these first few moments of life, one where its days should be filled with the same thoughts any other amongst it kin should feel, it would now be different. For in that white light it felt a presence looking back from the gleaming pearl.
In that moment, it knew it was not alone anymore.
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The shifting of day and night would pass from then, each night following the setting sun and beckoning the caterpillar back upon a risen point to gaze at the rising Moon. Each night this ritual would be repeated, with its tiny eyes fixated upon the orb in the sky, listening to the whispers from the beyond. Each night, it was changed bit by bit, no longer the simple thing it was at the start. Words and emotions from the lunar veil altered its perceptions alongside its flesh, molded its soul and expanded its mind.
Twas on the night of one final Moon, when the sky was alight by the vision above, that the caterpillar felt one final change approach it. Wordlessly it followed the moonlight to a branch placed above the rest, and it began to weave a cast by which to mold itself one final time. With a lingering glance at the luminous body above, it sealed itself within the cast, the pupa of its metamorphosis wrapping around it as the light left its eyes. In the silence that then set over the forest, the moon grew brighter, trails of silver drifting down amongst the white rays. Emboldened by the pale light, the pupa shifts, distorts, and breaks apart far before its proper time; were it but one of more meager make. From the shell a new life emerges, shaped over the passing of time and the influence of the whispering of a god.
With newfound eyes, I look once more above me, and gaze upon your face.
Your eyes meet mine, and your words fill my mind.
You have changed me, and made me with your hands.
You smile at me in the end of one life, and the beginning of another.
And then you name me at long last, and give me new purpose.
'You are Lushami,' you say. 'And you will be my eyes. I will watch you dance on the winds, and watch you spread this gift to those around you.' You tell me strange days shall come, looking long ahead to a time I cannot see. I shall do as you ask of me, my Maker, and await the coming tide as you have seen it.
Lushami is born.
The Lunar Monarch flutters over a world that does not yet understand the reasoning as to why.
Sitting close to the throne, with her legs dangling downwards into the nothingness and her dress flowing around them like to an unseen wind, Avitia the Mother of all was slowly working with the Divine Essence at her disposal, her slender fingertips weaving through unseen strands as golden strands formed started to bind together into threads. Threads which were slowly soaking in the divine energy filling the air as she goddess hummed to herself and weaved on her creation: the single threads binding together, interweaving with another and forming a soft golden fabric, whose color was as blinding as the sun and with the single threads becoming a part of a whole until they weren`t visible as a individual anymore but only as part of larger and complex patterns. With a gentle smile she rested down the pointed end of the fabric on the floor and started to weave and weave, her creation growing and growing as she felt a familiar presence and stopped in her work, tilting her head with a gentle tone in her voice as she said: "Daughter?"
"Here I am, Mother" a resounding voice rang out.
Anariel, The Dawnbringer,Lady of the Sun, knelt before her beloved Mother.The third born of the Elder Gods looked with eager, shining amber eyes towards the seed her mother was making, the seed which would create those to come.... Those they would cherish and protect.
"This is it ,mother?"She asked, softly, hesitantly.
"The seed of those to come?"
It looked marvellous, the sun goddess thought,but so small...but from small beginnings, great things would come, as well she knew...
So she stretched out a gleaming bronzecloored hand and gently , so gently, touched the seed....
"What am I to do now, Mother of mine, Mother of All?" @Simpli
...there was the seed... Chuckling softly, Avitia reached down and gently pulled her daughter up to her own legs once more, smiling softly: "Really dear? You still insist on doing this? Giving your mother a hug would be more appropriate~"
With a small wave of her hands her weaved cloth flares up and spreads out, growing longer and longer as golden threads stretch into eternity and divine essence soars through space, enveloping the world like a gentle and warm scarf, that hovered far above the surface and was still visible from the ground. Like a golden banner her cloth filled the already star filled sky: waving and moving to the winds of the sun, while a single point at the very beginning of it flared up. For those on the planet it would look like a new star was born, but unlike a star this was merely the starting point of a story...the story of a new race, whose deeds and growth would be depicted on the banner, filling the night sky with their legends and heroes.
But for now there was only a single star and the story had yet to begin. Sensing her daughters touch on the seed, something still trapped in potential right now...there was simply something it lacked as of yet and so she gently rested her hand on Anariel`s and whispered.
"Now blow your fire into it: let the seed be reborn as something more my daughter: take it and plant the seed you will awaken on the island we have prepared...you shall name it and its inhabitants, for you are going to start their life with your fire~"
A hug, as Mother wanted..and the younger goddess wanted, too...then she ran out and pressed the seed to her breast,that living thing that would begin all the stries of the world, all the Legends, all the things that would be...
On the wings of Dawn she rose,and flew on the winds of the world, untill she cane to that Island yet name less, andtouched down, bringing the seed to the highest place on it.....and then she flew again on her course, letting the earth accept the seed.
Three times she circled the world, building her power.
Each time glowing brighter, each day burning hotter with the fires of life.
Every time she flew over the island, she saw wth the eyes of the spirit.
Saw the Animal spirit kings gather.The souls of the beasts.
All of living Creation waited on the birth of the first race.
And then, Anariel descended on the Island of Almaren.
Descended in a nimbus of life-fire.
Her wings ablaze, her power both consuming-and life-giving....
And as her Mother Avitia, Mother of all , had told her to do, she let the seed of the Race to come be consumed ands reborn in the fire of life and rebirth...so that, from the Earth and the spirit of the living World, from the will of the Mother of All and her Fire of Life ....the First race shall be born!
The first Age begins NOW:Everything else was a prequel.
...fell from the sky and from the blessed Earth they were born.
Like a star Anariel descended from the sky, her blazing radiance lightening the dark sky of the night, as she descended with the seed pressed tightly to her bosom and on her descend the seed started to shift and change, parting into three times a dozen smaller parts, which spun around the descending goddess and touched down on the earth, where they were suck in my the silent floor of the Islands that were blessed by the goddess before. With the seed glimmering in the lap of the motherly earth, it was Anariels fire which forced it up once more, erupting from the ground in a showed of flame and dirt as hairy dark figures stood up and looked around in wonder, they eyes seeking the goddess as the first intelligent beings to ever grace this world opened their eyes and looked at what was to be theirs in wonder.
And this were the first of the Almara created, born from the earth of their blessed islands and animated by the godly fire that Anariel had shared with them.
So did many more years pass, and the Divine set to work once more. The Motherly Avitia and the Shining Anariel created the first of the Elder Races, the Almara. Born upon the blessed isle that Avitia had prepared many years before. The Almara were blessed with the miraculous ability to be "Reborn in Fire" through a ritualistic burning and the power of "Shapeshifting", transforming into a Totem Beast that they have a bond with. They are Firstborn, and they were blessed.
But they were not the only ones to be created, for Storvak,the God of Chaos, had seen fit to make his own people with help from Anu'tarka, God of the Moon. Their power created a people of craftsmen and tinkers, but these people had curse upon their creation. They could not call on the might of Magic and it's power to alter the World. So were these people, the Goranta, the second race born by the might of the Divine.
Anu'Tarka had done more than lend his power to create the Goranta, for they had also created the Far Shore. A realm of serenity and peace for the Souls of the deceased, where they may rest for Eternity. The God of the Moon and Time also created the first of the Holy Beasts of the Divine: Lushami the Lunar Monarch, who would be it's Father's eyes in the Mortal World.
Valden had looked upon the tainted Souls and created a way so as to lessen the corruption of Souls. He created the Second Chance, a way for the Souls of the deceased to be processed and reborn into the Mortal World. The Souls, upon being processed, were given a choice: if they chose to carry the weight of another's corruption, they would carry over some memories and skills of their past life.
To the God's dismay however, he noted that the Legion could not ascend to the Second Chance, it was too weighed down by it's taint, and when it saw it could not join the other Souls to be freed of it's torturous existence, it let loose a cry worse than any creature that was, and the last of what little Hope, what little Light, remained....was extinguished. What would have rose from this would've been the first Infernal, but the Legion' s Grief and Pain had pushed it over the edge. With an wailing screech that was worse than the tortured screams of the damned, it was born. It's form was massive, twice the size of an elephant, it's scaly hide was blacker than the deepest void. Upon it's back was six bat like wings, it possessed six long barbed tails dripping with venom, and had six eyes on its ghastly face that burned with madness and hate.
The first Abyssal, Trihexa, was born.
The Divine, even as they looked upon this vile creature, felt power surge through them. +10 pts for all players
So it Was, So it Is, So Forever Shall It Be.........
Imnyri was in a creative mood as she approached the god's throne room. She had overheard the other divines discussing their plans for their creations, and wished to witness the results. Perhaps she would make something in her own image, a companion of sorts, or a realm to call her own.
Gazing down at the world she felt awed by the creative abilities of her fellow gods. The long lived Almara, with their power to assume the shapes of creatures around them, truly a wonder to behold and one worthy of the blessing their land had been given. Their ability to both renew and change matched Imnyri's own, and she was pleased.
Her vision turned to the industrious Goranta, a people with enough creativity surpass all others, but Imnyri was unmoved. What cared she for the craft of those who were not her equals, those who could never truly create a marvel better than herself? The Goranta had even been sundered from the Source, able to work with magic, but never to truly touch it.
Her sight drifted past the other wonders of the gods, fleeting glimpses of all that had been wrought in the world below. Lushami, a truly intriguing creature and method of interacting with the world below, and the Second Chance, the first true release for the souls of the dead.
At last her gaze fell upon the 'Isle of the Forsaken' and all would become aware of this. This creature Trihexa, was an abomination, a beast with a tortured existence that lives only to destroy and spread its corruption. There was no balance in a monster like this, it was not evil seeking to serve its own end, nor was it a creature following its instincts. Trihexa was a mindless thing, an instrument of destruction with no goal, and a force of corruption towards the world around it.
The throne room of the gods began to tremble and Imnyri's angelic appearance melted away, reforming into a sinister visage (Picture 2 on character sheet). The anger of the goddess of Wrath had been aroused for the first time, and it was frightening to behold. The power of the goddess of Weather could be seen throughout all of Dunia, the sky blackened and the earth shook in response to her anger.
The throne room of the gods grew hot with the rage of Imnyri, as holy fire poured forth from the dark clouds above the 'Isle of the Forsaken', and fountains of blessed lava rose from the depths. The inferno raged across the entire island, all life upon it simply melting away in the face of the fury of a goddess. Even the very dirt was consumed, leaving an ever present storm above a lifeless husk, scoured to its very bedrock, and a true monument to Imnyri's wrath.
As the flames burned out so too did Imnyri's anger, but her disgust remained. This 'Infernal' had been a creature partially created by the neglect of the gods, and she was determined to prevent a similar occurrence. Gathering inspiration from the works of her peers she aspired to create an answer to this problem and perhaps fulfil her desire for a companion along the way.
First she ventured out of the throne room and crafted a new realm for herself, one which reflected her in all her aspects. It is a realm of balance, of roiling storms and gentle breezes, of danger and peace, a place for those Imnyri finds worthy to spend their afterlife. She named this realm Haven, a place for her to find rest and security from the outside, but Haven remained empty.
The final two steps were both fulfilled in one action, a way for souls to populate Haven and a companion for herself. Taking inspiration from the creation of Lushami and the mortal races, Imnyri crafted a being in her own image and named her Danaelle. Danaelle would be both her friend and a method for dealing with souls down in the mortal world.
I'm not too happy with this piece of writing, I couldn't decide on a good way to voice it and I don't know how it has come across, but it's approaching 4AM so hopefully it's good enough. Also my personal opinion on the Goranta is not reflected in this, and even Imnyri's is likely to change over time once she sees more of them.
Imnyri was in a creative mood as she approached the god's throne room. She had overheard the other divines discussing their plans for their creations, and wished to witness the results. Perhaps she would make something in her own image, a companion of sorts, or a realm to call her own.
Gazing down at the world she felt awed by the creative abilities of her fellow gods. The long lived Almara, with their power to assume the shapes of creatures around them, truly a wonder to behold and one worthy of the blessing their land had been given. Their ability to both renew and change matched Imnyri's own, and she was pleased.
Her vision turned to the industrious Goranta, a people with enough creativity surpass all others, but Imnyri was unmoved. What cared she for the craft of those who were not her equals, those who could never truly create a marvel better than herself? The Goranta had even been sundered from the Source, able to work with magic, but never to truly touch it.
Her sight drifted past the other wonders of the gods, fleeting glimpses of all that had been wrought in the world below. Lushami, a truly intriguing creature and method of interacting with the world below, and the Second Chance, the first true release for the souls of the dead.
At last her gaze fell upon the 'Isle of the Forsaken' and all would become aware of this. This creature Trihexa, was an abomination, a beast with a tortured existence that lives only to destroy and spread its corruption. There was no balance in a monster like this, it was not evil seeking to serve its own end, nor was it a creature following its instincts. Trihexa was a mindless thing, an instrument of destruction with no goal, and a force of corruption towards the world around it.
The throne room of the gods began to tremble and Imnyri's angelic appearance melted away, reforming into a sinister visage (Picture 2 on character sheet). The anger of the goddess of Wrath had been aroused for the first time, and it was frightening to behold. The power of the goddess of Weather could be seen throughout all of Dunia, the sky blackened and the earth shook in response to her anger.
The throne room of the gods grew hot with the rage of Imnyri, as holy fire poured forth from the dark clouds above the 'Isle of the Forsaken', and fountains of blessed lava rose from the depths. The inferno raged across the entire island, all life upon it simply melting away in the face of the fury of a goddess. Even the very dirt was consumed, leaving an ever present storm above a lifeless husk, scoured to its very bedrock, and a true monument to Imnyri's wrath.
As the flames burned out so too did Imnyri's anger, but her disgust remained. This 'Infernal' had been a creature partially created by the neglect of the gods, and she was determined to prevent a similar occurrence. Gathering inspiration from the works of her peers she aspired to create an answer to this problem and perhaps fulfil her desire for a companion along the way.
First she ventured out of the throne room and crafted a new realm for herself, one which reflected her in all her aspects. It is a realm of balance, of roiling storms and gentle breezes, of danger and peace, a place for those Imnyri finds worthy to spend their afterlife. She named this realm Haven, a place for her to find rest and security from the outside, but Haven remained empty.
The final two steps were both fulfilled in one action, a way for souls to populate Haven and a companion for herself. Taking inspiration from the creation of Lushami and the mortal races, Imnyri crafted a being in her own image and named her Danaelle. Danaelle would be both her friend and a method for dealing with souls down in the mortal world.
I'm not too happy with this piece of writing, I couldn't decide on a good way to voice it and I don't know how it has come across, but it's approaching 4AM so hopefully it's good enough. Also my personal opinion on the Goranta is not reflected in this, and even Imnyri's is likely to change over time once she sees more of them.
Anariel, she of the sun, was feeling a bit ashamed.
This had been so needed and ..well, perhaps she should have been the the one to strike the Abyssal beast down herself.... She waited until Imnyri returned to the throne room.
Then"Sister of Storms, I want to thank you.You did what was needed without any delay."
The bronze skinned solar goddess nodded respectfully.
"Also, If you are interested...would you like to become a patron of our Almara? If you may find a sufficient number.... your follwers might be given over to you, to settle them somewhere else."
A short pause "I am sure All-mother would approve"
The throne room of the gods began to tremble and Imnyri's angelic appearance melted away, reforming into a sinister visage (Picture 2 on character sheet). The anger of the goddess of Wrath had been aroused for the first time, and it was frightening to behold.
In the throne room Storvak was playing/tinkering with a fog like thing in his palm, until the throne room started to tremble. This trembling caught his attention, so he turned towards his sister Imnyri.
He watched as things started to unfold and found at around the end of her outburst (transformation) he started to laugh almost uncontrollably.
This is just the reaction of Storvak, he is a Dark God and doesn't really care about respect and stuff like that
@kristopherw
After seeing the aftermath of his sisters outburst Storvak Started to laugh again, "HAHAHAHAHA, please sis allow me to show you what to do."
@ShieldCrown Action: Go down and finish Trihexa off, but be cautious.
@kristopherw
After seeing the aftermath of his sisters outburst Storvak Started to laugh again, "HAHAHAHAHA, please sis allow me to show you what to do."
@ShieldCrown Action: Go down and finish Trihexa off, but be cautious.
The Dark God descends to the mortal plan, ready to end the First Abyssal' s life...only to find something attacking Trihexa before he even stepped out of the Divine Realm. A massive sea serpent with scales the color of tarnished Silver, with four green orbs for eyes and three rows of razor sharp fangs. It sported some deep claw marks around it's face and some of it's scales had be dissolved. Trihexa was in even worse shape, you could see it's bones and half it's skull, two of it's wings had been ripped off, it only had one tail left, and it's dark ichor like blood bleed by the gallons.
As the two beasts stand off, the sea serpent speaks. "Trihexa, thou should feel honoured! I, Leviathan Wrathborn, shall be thy slayer!"
The newly named Leviathan surged towards Trihexa. The Serpent coils around Trihexa, squeezing the weakened Abyssal. Trihexa counters by unleashing it's breath attack, dissolving half of Leviathan' s face before he can chomp down on it's throat. The pain Leviathan experienced both forced him to release Trihexa while also boosting it's power. Trihexa roared with it's foul voice, trying to inflict fear upon Leviathan. But the Serpent was too filled with rage to feel fear, and lunged once more at the Abyssal.
This time his fangs found the Mad Beast' s throat, severing arteries and crushing the bones in it's neck. With a viscous pull, Leviathan ripped out Trihexa' s throat, spraying it's blood everywhere. As the First Abyssal fell over and it's life ended, Leviathan roared to the heavens in triumph.
The Dark God descends to the mortal plan, ready to end the First Abyssal' s life...only to find something attacking Trihexa before he even stepped out of the Divine Realm. A massive sea serpent with scales the color of tarnished Silver, with four green orbs for eyes and three rows of razor sharp fangs. It sported some deep claw marks around it's face and some of it's scales had be dissolved. Trihexa was in even worse shape, you could see it's bones and half it's skull, two of it's wings had been ripped off, it only had one tail left, and it's dark ichor like blood bleed by the gallons.
As the two beasts stand off, the sea serpent speaks. "Trihexa, thou should feel honoured! I, Leviathan Wrathborn, shall be thy slayer!"
The newly named Leviathan surged towards Trihexa. The Serpent coils around Trihexa, squeezing the weakened Abyssal. Trihexa counters by unleashing it's breath attack, dissolving half of Leviathan' s face before he can chomp down on it's throat. The pain Leviathan experienced both forced him to release Trihexa while also boosting it's power. Trihexa roared with it's foul voice, trying to inflict fear upon Leviathan. But the Serpent was too filled with rage to feel fear, and lunged once more at the Abyssal.
This time his fangs found the Mad Beast' s throat, severing arteries and crushing the bones in it's neck. With a viscous pull, Leviathan ripped out Trihexa' s throat, spraying it's blood everywhere. As the First Abyssal fell over and it's life ended, Leviathan roared to the heavens in triumph.
As Storvak looked upon this bloody battle he was confused and amazed for a split second, "Well then...I didn't see that coming, hmm...What should I do, if it is able to kill Trihexa then it has to be strong, but was it helping us or was it just convenient that it attacked when it did?"
Action: confront Leviathan and see if he is "friendly" or hostile, but still be cautious.
Leviathan doesn't notice Strovak as he begins to drag Trihexa' s corpse away from the sea, all while mumbling about "not allowing the corpse of a mad mongrel to taint his future kingdom further". When that's done Leviathan looks towards the Heavens.
He shouts "O Herald of The Storm hear me! I have slain the vile Trihexa and finished your work! I the Child of thy beautiful and divine Wrath ask of thee, accept me as yours! I present the corpse of Trihexa and show you the scars of our battle as proof!"
Leviathan doesn't notice Strovak as he begins to drag Trihexa' s corpse away from the sea, all while mumbling about "not allowing the corpse of a mad mongrel to taint his future kingdom further". When that's done Leviathan looks towards the Heavens.
He shouts "O Herald of The Storm hear me! I have slain the vile Trihexa and finished your work! I the Child of thy beautiful and divine Wrath ask of thee, accept me as yours! I present the corpse of Trihexa and show you the scars of our battle as proof!"
Witnessing this great battle and hearing Leviathan's shout, Imnyri descended from the throne room.
Landing before Trihexa she speaks "A truly wondrous fight child, you have destroyed this affront to all I stand for, and I would be glad to acknowledge you as mine. Live well, with balance, and I will be proud of you."
Stepping forward she gently lay her hand on Leviathan's forehead and channelled a fraction of her power into him, hoping to speed his recovery and mark him with her acceptance.
