Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

In a flash of light Crav appears.....facing the wrong way. After turnignaround Crav looks eagrly towards The Watchman. "A machine you say? You have peaked my curiosity."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Yes. In my time amongst your people I hadn't seen one." He says, striding up to Crav. The Watchman manifested a blueprint and handed it to the Crafting god. "It took the people of my old world hundreds to develop, and I believe yours could put it to good use. It's called a printing press. With it, you can mass manufacture books and other reading material. The only thing I ask for in return is that I be allowed to plant an idea in your peoples minds. Something called the free press."

The Watchman took the time to explain Freedom of the Press to Crav.

"Since your people have the goal of spreading their craftsmanship all over the world, I thought that they might carry this idea with them. Is this acceptable?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Absoulutely, what is creativity for if not to share."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Excellent, it is always a pleasure to do business with you, Crav. I will spread the plans around to your finest craftsman, and plant the seeds of Journalism."

The watchman descended upon the Durhian and crept into the homes of the finest craftsman, leaving the instructions in conspicuous places. Soon, printing presses were up and running all across Crav's domain, and a few young creative Durhians, who had heard whispers in their dreams about the free exchange of information and the importance of the truth, had begun to print the worlds first newspapers.

Journalism had been born.

(+1 for furthering domain, 11 total)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

'So wonderful, soon every race will enjoy the pleasures of crafting and know me as the God of Crafting.

[Philote]

Motes left: 10

After overseeing a battle between the Goliaths and the Dragonborn, I notice the many left wounded as both sides retreated to their territories to rest. I decide to inspire a different type of heroism, sending people out to treat the many wounded (+1 mote).

Tomorrow, there would be no battles between my races. The Dragonborn would set forth on their newly made ships to visit a new territory.

[Zaleramancer]

Stupid papers.

Zaya was lucky she had seen them before the Fish-Folk had, and blown them away with a few gusts of wind (-1).

Who knows what would have happened otherwise.

(-1 Curse?, +1 Race +1 Daily. 4 Motes Remaining.)

[Zaleramancer]

(+1 Daily, +2 Race. 3 Motes remaining. I'm just making a note to avoid loosing track of points.)

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(Good idea. For Mina: +3 motes, 1 mote/day, 2 motes for 2 races/day. Total: 4 motes)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Uburra-Namall woke and yawned demurely.

"What's this?" Uburra-Namall perked up once again, her sight having landed directly into the scope of the telescope she'd made. Hopefully something was afoot, and she must know what it was. After a few seconds of eager spying, however, her face fell.

She thought for a second. Well, this was no fun. All the trouble had gone since she fell asleep, it appeared.

And so with that, she stood from her couch, and yawned and stretched.

"I'm bored."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Crav was happy indeed. He had spread his joy of crafting to this new world. Now he would share his Joy with the other gods...

(+1 daily, +1 Race, Total: 5)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The Watchers had returned to him bearing news of the rest of the world.

A Great Tree had strung up on the North-eastern  most island, and two new races toiled neath it.

A Goddess of Demons was making her play. A wall had recently been erected between them and their neighbor, the domain of the God of Sovereignty. This was troubling.

A Goddess stayed on an island by herself, not doing much of anything and looking very bored.

Their had been a truce between the Goliaths and Dragonborn. The Goliaths were practicing the abhorring slave trade, a abomination that went against the Watchman's core nature.

Lastly, his masks, which had touched down everywhere else in the world, had not fallen on a swampy island to the east because of some foul wind.

"So many problems" he said to himself, "Well, may as well start with the closest."


He shot into the air and made his way, invisible, to the territory of the Hag Goddess.

[Philote]

Motes Left: 13

I ride out on the first boat to depart with a large crew of Dragonborn handling the ship crafted by Bazul. We head south first and in no time reach a new continent. We pull up to the shore and I am the first to step onto the soil.

Summoning up my strength, I speak out with a booming voice. "Any who claim this land, I, Gilgamesh, wish to meet you."

[Mik_Hael]

     The world...sickens me. I return back to my continent and sit by the central tree in quiet anger "...very well." Ihold out my palm and produce a small crystal, buefore thrusting it into the ground. Seconds later, several small spikes begin to erupt from the ground as the crystal takes root spreading across the land and through the planet. the spikes begin to display images of various pieces of the world and echo with sound as more of them continue to sprout.

     "I must create something, which shall serve as my blade...good enough." I place my hand on the tree trunk and pull forth a large shard of wood without damaging the tree, while I simultaneously uproot a shard of Crystal as another quickly takes it's place. They warp into the shapes of twin longblades. "Endreakians, Graciourum. go out, and visit the continents,sand every corner of this world. Learn, and grow. Then return to me."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Shhh, you don't have to yell. You'll frighten my people. What do you need?"

[Philote]

"Hello, I am Gilgamesh, maker of heroes, one such as yourself. My territory has been growing and I have felt a need to explore the world beyond the borders of my land. Can you tell me of the land you have created?"

[Zaleramancer]

The Five Isles were oddly quiet, with even the cries of exotic birds and constant cacophony of insects silenced.

Then a crackling voice spoke, making the air hum.

"Well? What are you waiting for, flying around unseen like that? Come in to my parlor.."

The voice emanated from a large cave, slightly hidden by trees and water.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(4 motes previous +3 motes (+1/day, +2 races/day) Total: 7 motes)

Mina watched the others saving up her energy for something... interesting.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Interesting place to live, for a God." Said The Watchman, brushing aside the concealing plants and entering. He immediately lays eye on the scrying walls. "Well, this is quite the effective hideout. Concealed, with a way to watch everything. Plus, as I said, Gods usually prefer something much more... Overt. I'm The Watchman, may I have your name?"

[Zaleramancer]

The wizened crone wheezed out of her chair, playing up her apparent age.

"Zaya! My name and I'm proud of it!" She cackled.

"Now, where are my manners?" The Goddess said as she offered up a bowl of strange fish and large insects to the Watchman. "Care for a snack, my good fellow?"