Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Greetings," calls a deep cheery voice. Crav appears, leaning on the altar. He strides over the Watchman and claps him on the back.

"What brings you to my humble domain?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Simple curiosity. I am the Watchman, helper of the helpless. Your people are splendid, my complements, and they speak very highly of you."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Upon returning to my races, I find that the succubi and incubbi have gotten the imps to make a few houses out of stone, although the workmanship is very horrible. Overall, though the village has been altered to hold more inhabitants in the future, though a castle is out of the question for now. I turn to Gilgamesh and tell him, "These are my people and this is my territory, the land of demons and youkai."

[Philote]

"They seem more civilized than I would of expected. Does their demonic nature not cause them to seek more destructive activities?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"As they should, I have given them the greatest gift of all. The gift of crafting. Ah, but listen to be praise myself, tell me about yourself."

(+1 Daily, +1 Race, Total 5 points)

[Zaleramancer]

A month had passed.

The Fish-Folk were slowly learning what Zaya desired. Their training with nets and bolas had been swift, though the construction of over-water cages had slowed. For some reason, they felt the need to present the Hag-Queen with regular offering of fish and food. She kept said snacks in a stone bowl near he throne, and paused to snatch something to gnaw on from time to time.

Things were going.. swimmingly.

(+1 Daily, +1 Race. 3 Motes Remaining)

[Zaleramancer]

Three Great Ships broke through the waters of the Northern Sea. They traveled south, towards the lands of Gilgamesh.

Towing them forward was the Great Shark himself, Bazul. His passing caused a small wave of water to crash into the shores of Gilgamesh's land, as if the tide had suddenly turned.

(+ 1 Daily. 4 Motes Remaining. )

[Zaleramancer]

All of the Empire flourished. The Nation of the Draemar and Dwarves stretched the whole of the plains, and their roads and cities were everywhere. The Capital City itself was now an immense affair, and the pyramid-temple of the God-Emperor could be seen from miles away.

Even now Hazet sat upon his throne, receiving disturbing news.

"Master, I tell you I saw them with my own eyes", Said Daba, now one of Hazet's trusted advisers. "Demons to the north!"

Hazet did not doubt Daba, who had never lied to him, and he felt something stirring to the north. Perhaps one of his divine siblings. The God-Emperor sighed.

"Do others also feel.. unprotected?"

The First Dwarf nodded, "The rumors are pervasive. Everyone knows now. Even if these demons are not threatening, the common people fear them."

The God-Emperor shifted and considered his announcement. "Daba.. Tell them I shall make a wall. A miracle of my own making, to keep out these.. demons."

Daba bowed and left the room to spread the word.

Words began to flow around the nearly empty throne room. Words of the divine tongue, unknown to mortals. The shaped the world and were shaped by it.

Far to the north, where the plains ended, a wall began to form that stretched from the shores of the Northern Sea to the other nameless one. A wall of white stone imbued with holy power.


( Miracle -2, Create Artifact -3.  +1 Daily, +2 Race. 0 Motes remaining. )

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(1 mote + 3 motes (1 default/day, 2 races/day) Total: 4 motes)

"They would if I hadn't ordered them to create this area. The village was built on my commands. First, creation has to be done, then destruction can come. Am I not correct?"

[Philote]

"Just be careful with what they do around my territory."

I look up and notice the time of day. "I'm afraid I have an appointment to keep, this took longer than I expected. I'll be taking my leave now."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"I will. And now I must return to my work with my creations. Good bye."

[Philote]

Remaining Motes: 5 (3 daily + 2 domain)

I return to my island and find the newly constructed boats waiting for me. Pleased with their construction, I decide to use my powers to help the world. Using my powers of conflict, I send some sealife to fight and fail against the sharks so that Bazul and his kind can have a feast (+1 mote). Next, I use my powers of heroism to inspire the other races for a day (Might not work correctly on demons). (+1 mote). I then return to watch over my tribe, and have the Dragonborn secure the ships.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

The heroism wave makes all of my imps and succubi and incubbi shudder as it passes by and then they resume their activiities. I then concentrate and create the Plane of Gehenna (-4 motes, +1 furthering domain). My most powerful demons will end up there, only coming to this world when summoned by fools. The wall created by another god may or may not keep out my demons as there will always be someone who calls upon the power of a demon for good or ill...

(Remainder: 1 mote)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The Watchman enplanes to the God of Crafting who he is, his entire history. The people, the man, the idea, the rebellion, and how he came to be. He likes the crafting God, and he likes his people. So much so that when their conversation comes to an end he stays among them, going from job to job and helping wherever he can. He watches the crafters expand, building cities in weeks. Before he knows it, it has been a month. It gets him thinking.

He was not just the god of one people anymore, but of an entire worlds worth, and despite his godliness he could not be in all places at once. So, he would have to do as best he can.

He creates a army of spies, molding them with his mind. They look very much like him, simply his hollow mask and cloak, each speaking with one of his many voices. (-2)

"Go amongst the peoples of the world. Hunt out oppression and injustice wherever it appears, and do what you can to snuff it out. (+1) If you cannot, if you haven't the power, send for me. You are the Watchers, my eyes and ears. Go!"

The Watchers scatter into the air, each becoming invisible and scattering to the far corners of the world.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

It was wonderous, the society that had formed for industry and crafting had turned out better than Crav could have hoped. Now he had to retire, he had to let the his domain grow for itself.

Crav reached into space and created a plane seperate from the original. (-4 points) In it he created a wonderful world that would make any crafter cry tears of joy. It was here that he would retire untill he was needed.

(Total: 1 point remaining)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Pondering what he had just done, The Watchman began to wonder about worship. In his old post, he had never given much thought to it. He had, of course, been worshiped; but he had never taken an active hand in the management of his religion. The people had chosen everything, from his holy icons to the songs they sang in his honor. He hadn't been there at conception. He only existed because of them.

In the old world he had been a creature brought about by suffering, and only after years of it did the people rise up and throw off their shackles thanks to the inspiration of his namesake and The Idea. But here, in this new fresh world, things where different. The people here were not yet indoctrinated to being servants to those of a higher caste. So, he though, what would happen if he introduced the idea right now, as the world was still going through it's birthing pains.

So it was decided that he would found, not a religion, more of a philosophy. He Focused, and in his palms appeared a mask like his. This mack he inscribed with the Idea. Finished and satisfied, he tossed this mask high into the sky.

What came down, all over the world, were masks. Not enough to arouse suspicion, but enough foe the The Idea to spread. After all, if it could not travel by word of mouth, then it would have died long ago.

So it was that the masks were found in all the fledgling nations of the world, The message was read by Imps and Undine, Draemar and Goliath, Durhian and Dragonborn, and what it said was thus:

You should not have to live in servitude to a ruler who cares nothing for you. If a monarch is unfit to rule, if they are cruel and see the people as naught but tools and playthings, if all they do is take while giving nothing in return, then they should be overthrown. Those in power have a responsibility to those who are not and, if they do not recognize this, have no right to rule.

Underneath this was a more personal message:

"If you wish to fight injustice and tyranny, know that you have a friend among the Gods" - The Watchman

(I think this counts as founding a religion, so -2+1 for furthering my domains.)

[Philote]

Motes Left: 9

I eventually find one of the notes left by the Watchman and skim through it. The message gives me an idea. There needed to be a little bit more conflict in the world.

The Goliaths were growing weaker from the continued conflicts with the Dragonborn tribes, so I inspire them to take slaves from the skirmishes they win against the Dragonborn (+1 mote). With this extra workforce, the Goliaths will be able to thrive again.

[Zaleramancer]

Papers rained down on the northern sea. Waverider was, of course, incensed by the development, but due to her recent affairs the goddess merely fumed impotently, causing a small storm near the Demonlands.

Other members of the Northern Sea had.. different reactions.

The first of the Undines to see it was a trio patrolling the area near the Five Isles. They eyed the paper and circled nervously for awhile before the bravest of them darted closer and touched it. All of them bolted away, expecting a trap. However, after repeating touchings of the strange object caused them no harm, the all crowded around to stare at the strange squiggles that covered it.

After several minutes of squirming, staring and speaking in their hissing language, the Undines decided to bring this matter to a higher authority.

Bazul. The unfortunate shark-god was soon besieged as a horde of curious Undines found him, all trying to talk.

"SILENCE!" He roared. Bazul glanced around and chose one of the less dim looking Undines. "You. Speak."

"What mean? Bazul smart! Bazul tell!" The Undine asked as she waved the paper to the shark.

After a few seconds of reading, the god spoke.

"It means.. you have a friend, little ones."

This caused a storm a speech among the Undines, which Bazul gently cut short.

"Now, now. Back to your posts, little ones, lest the Mistress grow angry!"

Undines drifted off, still talking slowly among themselves, their simple minds grasping this concept.

Because Undines, despite their ferocity, loved new friends.

(+1 Daily. 5 Motes Remaining.)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The Durhians were ready. They had spent the past months building, crafting and improving. Now they were ready to spread and share thier crafting prowess with the world. The left in beautifuly carved boats and ingeniously made hot air ballons.

(+1 Daily, +1 Race) Total: 3 points

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Crav" The Watchman calls, again standing in his temple. "I have spent a glorious month amongst your people and wish to meet again. I have something to offer you: a machine."