Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Zaleramancer]

"Your territory? Your territory!? The land may be yours, but the sea is mine." Waverider said, outraged.

She gestured for her shark steed to back off a bit and stood on the waves.

"I am Waverider, She-Who-Walks-The-Waves! Who are you?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

As Crav begins to leave he notices the Mina rush off to intercept a newcomer.

"This could be rather interesting..."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"Who am I you ask? I am Mina, Goddess of Demons and Yokai."

[Zaleramancer]

"Demons? I hope you don't plan to infest my seas with demons." The Goddess said.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"Depends. Though it more likely will be the Ningyo, Gyonin, or Namazu. All of which are youkai and aren't demons."

[Zaleramancer]

"I don't care if they're yooki! Keep them out, or they are shark bait!" The Ocean Goddess hissed venomously.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"... Fine. I'll keep from creating ningyo, gyonin, or namazu in the sea and restrict them only to lakes and rivers. Is that alright with you?"

[Zaleramancer]

"Good. We have an understanding. May you find good fortune, Demon Goddess."

Waverider turns to depart.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Mina: "See you later then."

Mina turns to one of her imps and asks, "How much have you finished?"

Imp: "We have made ourselves sod huts, m'lady."

Mina: "Good. Continue making huts for living in, huts for food storage, and huts for... other functions."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(+2 motes, 1 default/day and 1/day from imp race, Total: 4 motes)

Mina looked at the work the imps had done and decided it was time for another race. From the air itself she formed the Incubbi and Succubi as one race(-3 for new race, +1 for furthering domain). They would be the ones to give orders to the imps in her place if she was elsewhere. But, something was lacking. The new race needed a power of some kind. Ah! Illusions would do well. Mina gave her Incubbi and Succubi the power to create illusions as they wish (-2 for miracle, +1 for furhering domain).

(Total: 1 mote)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

(+2 points day/race)

Crav returned home. He disguised himself and wandered amongst his creations, the Durhians. They needed something to belive in so he established a religion.(- 2 points). Satisfied, Crav retired to the highest point in his mountain range.

(Total points : 4)

[Zaleramancer]

The Draemar had worked swiftly and well, and a small town had soon been established. In the center of the town stood the largest building- a tall pyramidal stone temple. Inside, upon a throne, sat the God-Emperor.

"Where is my assistant?" He said impatiently, and several Draemar around the throne room began to whisper to each other.

Soon, a golden-skinned Draemar in richly color robes approached the throne. He bowed to Hazet, muttering prayers and apologies.

"How goes the construction?" The God-Emperor questioned.

The nervous assistant answered in a shaky voice, "W-well, Emperor, it has slowed somewhat. We lack capable builders and the supplies, which you have so graciously given us, are starting to run low."

A silence drifted through the room as everyone held their breath to see how their god would take the news. To their relief, Hazet merely nodded before speaking again.

"Bring me a stone." He said.

"A.. stone, Master?" The confused assistant said.

"Yes. A stone of the earth. Get one for me. Now."

One of the lower-ranking Draemar bolted for the doorway. He soon returned, slightly dirty, carrying a large rock.

With a expression of reverence, the Assistant took the stone and offered it to the God-Emperor.

Hazet took the stone, then gestured for the center of the throne-room to be cleared. Draemar all shifted rapidly to the edges of the large room. The god began to whisper to the stone, chanting words. Then, with a sudden movement, he threw the stone to the floor. It cracked, and a figure appeared.

The person was shorter than the Draemar, stout and burly. The being born of stone turned to the throne.

"I am your maker, Dwarf. Do you know me?"

With a surprisingly musical voice, the dwarf responded, "I know you, Master."

"Good. You are Daba. First of the Dwarves." Hazet paused briefly, "You shall find more of your kin outside. For now, your efforts are needed to build my glorious city."

Daba bowed and exited the throne room.

Outside, the town continued to grow. The dwarves, strong and canny builders, soon expanded buildings and began constructing a wall to protect the budding city.

(Create Race -3. +1 daily, +1 for race. 2 Motes remaining.)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(I start with ten [10] points; after noon, I gained one [1] point in all, leaving me with eleven [11])

Meanwhile, as the rest of the world was forming, and facing its conflicts, Uburra-Namall was busy enjoying the dalliances of the others before finally it was time to get to work. She found a nice unclaimed bit of land, and decided it would be more than satisfactory for her purposes. With that, time to start creating.

(I assume this entire next paragraph takes up two [2] of my points)

Delicate female hands curled and curved and twisted the air around her. The surrounding waters bubbled, boiled, churned and sloshed. The sun ignited a flame in her hand, and the ground softened a bit for her to stand on. With a subtle flick of her forearm, stretches of land expanded out, rose and ebbed and flowed like the seas; some became great and high as mountains, and others rolled and rose and fell as hills; some even straightened and smoothed as plains. She looked out to see that this was satisfactory, but it was taking far too long. It needed her special touch to hasten the process.

(Two [2] more points)

And so, Uburra-Namall got to thinking. Thinking like she never thought before in this lifetime. Thinking thoughts she'd only dreamed during her time of nonexistence. She imagined every crack and crevice that she wanted her new island to have, and just where it would be. She imagined the rich dirt, that would expand about the brown bases of the mountains, which would expand until the green of the plains and the darker green of the forests. She imagined the blue of the waters, and all manner of the creatures which would occupy her lands.

(Free?)

Oh, the creatures. There would be some that lived in the air. Some would live on the plains, and hunt others. Some would be so small, they would creep in the grass. Others would live in the water, and still others would live amongst her favorite creations, the humans. Some would be malevolent, some benevolent, but all would be beautiful; art from the very peak of her immense imagination, and subject only to the judgment of she and the Omni.

But for now, she would be stuck with land empty of anything sentient. Just in case she were to think of some last-minute adjustment, or were to have some last-minute slip of the temper (those she'd need to take care of in advanced); heaven forbid her precious creations be subject to her wrath before they'd even been given time to do something to deserve it.

And so, in less than a day's time, the land was, for the most part, crafted. A few mountain ranges to the strangely shaped north and northwest regions, a few forests to the south of that, and scattered about in various indiscriminate sizes and shapes, a few plains. A dozen lakes, a half dozen rivers. Not breaking the slightest sweat, Uburra-Namall stood akimbo on the highest mountain, and called out, "THIS IS MINE! I MADE IT FOR MYSELF!" and formed the snow of the mountain's peak into a temporary bed, with which she would enjoy the view of the beauty she had so beautifully planned out.

She might pay the others a visit later on.

(I assume since I made my creatures particularly beautiful [emphasis BEAUTY], there's some kind of reward pointwise???)

[Zaleramancer]

In her dark cave, the Hag-Queen sighed with boredom. Not much had happened of interest. Though that Demon Goddess, she could be interesting.

For now, the dark goddess decided to make a race of her own. She shuffled out into the dark night, looking for a certain something. With a sudden swiftness, her hand plunged into the water, pulling out a squirming fish. Zaya cackled as the fish underwent a sudden change.

It stretched and twisted, growing limbs and a human-like face with bulging eyes and slits for a nose. As the newborn fish-folk landed in the water, it stretched new limbs and strange webbed hands, gasping in shock. Around it, other fish-folk rose out of the murky swamp.

"Well, Hello my little minions! I hope you're happy with your new forms." Said Zaya, as she clasped her hands behind her back. "Because that's all you're getting! Now go out and do fishy things to entertain me. Take care not to travel beyond the swap, 'cause that crazy ocean goddess will probably throw a fit."

As the fish-folk drifted off, The Hag-Queen returned to her cave.

These new creations would serve their purpose.. in time.

(Create Race -3. +1 Daily. 1 Mote Remaining)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Crav enjoyed his time spent anonymous amongst his people. He watched proudly as they crafted thier enviornment. They build small towns at first, then large towns, then small cities. They spread across the continent to collect new matierials to craft and trade amongst themselfs.

They were truly his creations. Brilliant at crafting and adept at industry. Soon they would set out to explore the other God's domains and spread thier crafting genius.

Crav felt that they may need his help eventually and so sought to make a way for the strong to contact him. Atop the highest peak of the mountain range Crav sculpted a mystical place in which his people could speak to him. The top of the mountain was carved artfully into a massive replica of himself and an altar to pray at. (-3 points)

[Zaleramancer]

Waverider drifted the seas, worried. She was not certain her domain was safe. It was obvious the goddess needed something..

With sudden insight, she realized what it was. Waverider could create a bunch of divine thingies to defend her home.

A burst of power soon solved this problem, and several beings rose from the water. They looked somewhat like the merfolk, though with a predatory aspect. All of them were female, with shark-like teeth and talon-like fingernails. These were to merfolk what Amazons were to humans.

They were Undines.

Waverider nodded, and directed them to patrol the northern ocean.

Nothin' would get past Undines. Not in one piece, anyway.


(Make Servitors -2. +1 Daily. 5 Motes remaining.)

[Philote]

Points left: 0

(+3 motes)
I spend the majority of the day improving my territory. I see that my creatures can not last forever off the plants and animals I created the day before, so I infuse the land itself with life, causing a forest to spread across my land (-2 points). The forest will serve to flourish the life I created the day before, divide the races I have created, and give them wood to build with.

With my Dragonborn race growing, I decide to cause conflict within it (+1 mote), causing the Dragonborn race to split apart into multiple tribes.

Next, turning my attention to the Goliaths, I raise a hero for them (-1 mote, +1 mote domain) so that he may lead them. I name this hero Lo-Kag.

With my second hero of the world created, I decided to take measures to preserve them. I create a Plane of Fallen Heroes (-4 points) for them to reside at when they have fallen.

With my races able to take care of themselves now, I instruct the original Dragonborn tribe, through my hero, to construct boats so that we may explore the other lands.

[Zaleramancer]

The dragonborn traveling to the north soon find trouble.

At first, it seems no more than ripples in the water or large fish, but it's far worse. A Undine drifts to the surface, showing nothing more than her head and a grinning pair of teeth. The unfortunate Dragonborn never stood a chance.

In a swift flurry, several boats miles apart are capsized, while the water around them roils- revealing Undines and sharks massacring Dragonborn. Despite their furious attempts, the Undine are simply to quick for the Dragonborn to attack.

The ambush is over as soon as it began, and currents wash away the blood.. no sign remains of what occurred.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Hello, friend." Said a voice somewhere behind Gilgamesh. Actually, over a dozen voices, men and women, young and old. The Masked one stood up, and walked out beside Gilgamesh.

"You seem to have been a busy one today. I know, I've been watching. Creating races, raising heroes, leading people toward inevitable conflict. Now, I have no problem with conflict, it's why I exist. But, if you don't mind my saying so, it seems to me that you are favoring one over the other. Tell me, friend, what plans do ya' have for the non-scalie ones?"

He is distracted suddenly by the churning of the water and the screams of the dieing. Looking over, he see's the water creatures massacre the Dragon men.

"Well, didn't think we'd have problems so quickly." Suddenly, the Gods many voices are booming as load as thunder. "What gives you the right, sea dwellers? Is the ocean not big enough?

[Philote]

"Hello stranger. The Dragons are my symbol, it is natural for me to favor a race created like them. The Goliaths will not be left to waste though. Already I have given them a hero to lead them, and through conflict, both races will grow. Now, what brings you here........wait." I turn my attention to where the Undine have attacked.

Walking to the waters edge, I call out in a booming voice. "Who is the one who has created these creatures of the sea."