Lords Of Creation (Beta)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Mar gestured to the surrounding land, ravaged and clear-cut, potholes dug in from the legs of the crabs. "Look around, tidey godsie. We's has to be subtle, so as not to attract Cavsie god and his murder." She sets out into the forest, waving her staff as the trees upright and mend all by themselves, each individual plant knitting itself back together as though it were never knocked over in the first place.

"Nows, if Mar couldn'ts do that biggun men would wonder about them knocked over trees. Maybe theys get worried. Maybe theys pray. Then, cavsie god know something is happening here thats he don't not approves."

"Considers where Tel is, before Tel works his godsie power."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Well, then, guess I should get around to making stuff now, too, huh?" Dash tapped her chin lightly, looking up to nowhere in particular for a thought, "And ya say we gotta make stuff real quiet and sneaky-like, huh? Okay then! I got it!"

Dash put her hands out to clear her comrades from either side of her, and then struck a pose, left hand on her hip, right hand held high for flair. Snapping the fingers of her right hand for rhythm, and putting a jazzy dip in her shoulder, she flashes a coy smile, and suddenly a flurry of dancing, colorful lights surrounded her.

Left and right they tossed about, starting off silent, but soon giving off a faint hum. Then, their sounds began to vary from a monotone to a lighthearted harmony of airy peeps. Dash threw out her arms to either side of her, and finger cymbals appeared on either hand, the tinkling of which joined into the euphony with melodious ease. Before long, the demigoddess was dancing, and the lights were growing.

Larger and larger they grew, faster and faster the demigoddess danced until, at last, she seemed unable to contain the dance within herself any linger. Dash's rhythm escaped her control, and instead took over her, and even took over the surrounding lights. Left and right the demigoddess tossed on tiptoe, whirling about to a tune of the lights' making, and those lights grew steadily larger. And the lights' harmonious humming chorus became more distinct. Words of approval, of agreement, of love, of worship. Indeed, their desire to please her had taken over their very essence, begun to mold their very forms.

Lithe and lovely, the goddess wished and wished with all her heart, Lithe and lovely// And loving and laughing// Liquid and limber// And truly long-lasting!//

A gasp from the lights; her mantra was theirs. Once came the chant, twice, thrice, and their forms grew more and more solid. Tall bodies, short bodies, thin bodies, curvaceous, blonde, red, brunette, more and more ladies formed from the singing lights, clothed in sheer white gowns, until all fifty were finished, on which time they gave a simultaneous triumphant, "WHOO!!!" and gathered together in a huddle of platonic female love.

From beneath the huddle of their giggling hugs and kisses, the demigoddess looked up to her comrades with glee.

"Perfect! Fierce dancing ladies for yer army forces, folks! I think I'll call them...Veelas."

(Create Race, -4 motes; I'll define their stats in the beta thread, soon. No worries. They aren't nearly as powerful as the ones on which they're based.)

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"A race, eh?" Tel roars. "I, too, can do something like that easy!"

Tel gathers forth his power once more, then let's it loose without a clear picture in his mind of what he wanted. The sound of water rushing through a grotto soons fills the air as water droplets come together to form general humanoid bodies. The bodies take on details becoming slightly fishy in appearance as scales appear on them and their bodies form features to differentiate the genders. (Create Race, Motes left: 4)

"Wahahahaha!" Tel cries out. "Regard my Aquans!"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Keth sat cross legged upon a tree stump, watching distantly as the other Demi-Gods worked their divine power into being at Mar's instruction. Keth respected the her greatly despite her odd way of speaking and so he would do as she asked and he would do it subtly.

From the silvery brown sash that encircled his waist, Keth drew his faithful Khopesh. It's razor edged gleamed in the dull light that filtered down from the canopy of leaves above. Keth slowly tilted the blade around until it reflected a small fragment of light down onto a small stone set in the forest floor. Keth divine energies seeped out and the tiny stone popped to life.

From most angles it seemed to be a simple stone, but beneath it were dozens of tiny, razor sharp, sickle-like legs that carried it, scurrying about the ground. As if in response to the new servitor's existence, another stone popped up and began to scurry about. Then another. And another until dozens of them were skittering from shadow to shadow.

With a nod, Keth sent the new "Scuttle Stones" out to explore the island, but to remain hidden as they did so.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Oh, hey!" Dash calls out, gently parting the crowd of giggling beauties, "I almost forgot! You two, over there, with the faces! Do you have names?"

The brunette piped up, "Jerisavlja!"

"And I'm Andresila!" cried the blonde next to her.

Dash replied, "Good! You two were the first to fully form, so you'll be the leaders of the group. And before you ask for what, the group is for anyone who worships me. I'll call you the Order of Dash. Simple enough to remember, right? Certainly simpler than either than your names."

Her grin was wide, and her worshipers readily joined in on the lighthearted teasing, but Dash quickly realized...there was still more necessary to complete their ranks. The leaders would need an object of power; a divine artifact with which to symbolize their rank as superior officers, in the employ of Dash.

"I got it!"

The demigoddess' eyes lit up as the idea came to her; she reached up, chimed her finger cymbals together, and watched as yet more twinkling sparks of light drifted down from overhead. Though, these did not sing as the Veelas sang, and they only grew to about the size of Dash's palm. When the light faded, though, the Veelas swooned.

"Now, I don't quite have the power to make 'em all powered-up right now, so they're just ordinary old objects for now", cautioned the goddess, "But here they are. For you, Andresila, these shoes; I call 'em Fancy Feet. And for you, J-Jer--uh, Jeri, these gloves; I call 'em Jazz Hands. And for now, they're just symbols of your ranks, but trust me, when they get their power up to Artifacts, they'll really come in handy."

(No motes expended; establishing the Order of Dash is an inherent action, and the Jazz Hands and Fancy Feet are mundane objects, until Dash has the opportunity to empower them...let the mote gain begin.)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Kindsa gettin crowded round here." Mar calls to the surrounding races. "Not that Mar is against the dancin and the prancin and the drinkin of headsie spirits, buts the little party heres spoils my plans if biggun men finds it. Gots to have somewheres to live out of prying sight, yes."

The little old god flips and catches herself on a oak, then slowly begins to merge herself into it, sinking deeper and deeper until nothing can be seen.

Inside, there is nothing. Mar did what she always did when she found a place without her: planted herself. She took another acorn, this one growing off of her knee, and planted it where the ground should be but wasn't because of all the nothing. Then there was a tree.

Around the tree, years high, where many like it. All oak, leaves turning out shade of beautiful browns, reds, and yellows in the chilly breeze that rustled their branches. A carpeting of green grass, with not a single fallen leaf resting upon it. There would never be any leaf upon the dewy grass, wet from the light mist that rolled over them. Nearby, you could hear a brook babbling. Everything was bathed in the orange tones of sunset, from a sun that would never move.

Her own little world. A slice of time, frozen in the splendor of the her favorite season. Eternal Autumn. The time right before everything got fun. (Create Plain, -4, 4/12)

She retched herself out of the tree, the imprint of her twisting the bark into her shape before she emerged, as if she were emerging from a waterfall. She pointed to it.

"Theres be a place we cans puts our feetsies up, untils we are needed. Out of sight of cavesie gods."

(The plane Eternal Autumn, main entrance is the Smallest, scraggly oak tree in the small forest. Any Oak tree or piece of Oak can be used as a door to and from Eternal Autumn, provided it is the size of the person wanting to enter. Currently on the "In" list: everything and anyone created by out little fellowship of gods, including us.)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"A wise move Mar. I've sent my Scuttle Stones out to canvas the area. When they return we may know more." Keth replied whilst gazing thoughtlessly up into the sky.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"Scuttlestones?" Tel roars. "What the hell are scuttlestones?"

The Aquans stand nearby awaiting their god's orders or a speech.

[Philote]

"I'll begin work scouting the main land" Po adds to the conversation. He points his hand and Ri and two other members of the Order of the Passing Lights fly off towards the mainland.

Po's avatar joins them once they reach the water and they all cut off their natural glowing light so as to stealth through the enemy lands.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Keth blinks slowly and points to the ground at Tel's feet, where several of the tiny Scuttle Stones where scurrying about.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Goods thinkin of boths you parts. Buzzy godsie, be learnin as much as yous can bout this cavesie godsie. Hacky slashy godsie, Mar'ed care to know more abouts them biggun men."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Tel bends down and picks one up, staring at it for a good minute, "And these are supposed to do what? Bah, pointless."

He finally takes notice of the Aquans awaiting his word, "Very well, which of you all was the first created?"

One of the Aquans walks (slides?) forawrd, raising his hand, "I was the first you created, I am Hasron."

"I name you, Hasron, to be my first hero in this world," Tel declares. (Create Hero, Motes Left: 4) "I also declare you to be leader of my race, the first organization of which shall be called the Sabersharks." (Create Religion, Mtes Left: 4)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"So, my Veelas can hide all up in there?" Dash blinks, "I...well, if you say so. Long as they get to play in the leaves."

The girls' chattering and giggling stopped simultaneously, and they huddled closer, faces bright with mischief.

"...Leaves?"

The demigoddess nods, "Oh, sure, heck yeah, leaves! Leaves for everybody! And everybody for leaves, idn't that right, Mar? Piles and piles to jump in, only you girls can't play in 'em all the time, cause y'all are s'posed to be warriors an' train an' such, mmkay?"

The Veelas nodded in gleeful compliance, before turning back to Mar; Jerisavlja stepped forward, "Apologies, tree lady, but, er...mind explaining how we get into your tree place, with all the leaves and whatnot?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Pictures in your heads the sound of crackling leavesies underfoot, finds a big tree, and walksie on through as ifs it twernt there at alls. Ifs you likes, you can close you eyes."

[Philote]

"My Fireflies will make their homes within the branches of your trees" Po says.

Above, dim lights flittered behind the canopy of leaves as Fireflies built their homes.

"They will keep watch from above, as the stones keep watch from below."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Dash claps her hands together with glee, and looks back, "You hear that, girls? Sounds fun! So, go! Get on in there, and wait for me! Play, laugh, dance, sing; I'll be in shortly, to teach you everything I know. There's other stuff I gotta do, first, though. Demigoddess stuff, understand?"

The Veelas turned at once, and nodded to their demigoddess simultaneously. And then, as per Mar's instruction, each imagined the crunching of leaves underfoot, as Dash's imagination lent to them by virtue of their creation. They imagined leaves falling from trees, brown and orange and gold. They imagined dancing in circles, singing, laughing in the midst of those leaves. They imagined the crisp calm of their very first autumn.

Andresila put up a hand, and the others looked to her, and followed suit. Then Jerisavlja put down her hand, and as they followed her single-file through the tree, into the Eternal Autumn, they put down their hands, too. Yes, that would be the place where the Veelas trained up to be the warriors they were meant to be. First, though, they would enjoy the leaves...the piles and piles and piles of glorious leaves...

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Nots a good idea, sparkly godsie. These trees Mar is plannin to get the chop. Whack!" she emphasizes, scything her hand through the air for emphasis. "Haves the sparkle bugsies head furthers in, deeps into the wood. This be biggun mens trees, them trees theys chop for warmth and tools. Nots a pleasant ways to wakesie up in morning, Mar thinks."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Whack?" Dash blinks in growing dismay, "I think Po's sparkly bugs should maybe hide inside the tree with my Veelas. Long as you can bring 'em all back  in another tree after this tree is gone. Can you do that, Mar?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Alls easy like." mar says, confidently. "Justs thinks of the feelin of fresh snow powder and push you way through a treesie on the inside. Yous will be poppin out of some other oaky tree."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Tel watches the other gods decide what to do and copies them, "Make your way into that plane, my Aquans until you are needed once more! Get moving!"

The Aquans almost march to an unseen beat and walk into trees to enter the Eternal Autumn plane.