Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Philote]

Mik_Hael wrote

"unfortunately it would appear to be me."

"What trickery is this? You appear on my land and in no less than a day I find your creatures attacking mine. Explain yourself."

[Mik_Hael]

"These, are my creations, yes, but alas. I rarely control them. Free will is a given in all things. They are beings of shadow, which exist by draining the energy from life. Although, I never remember them having a taste for the sentient, it would appear that even now they are advanceing. What? Do not yoru creations survive by stealing the life, blood, or flesh of another being as well. If so, how would that make my wraiths any different from your children?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The Watcher seems elated, although it's hard to tell. It's mostly in the way it bobs in the air.

"Thank you, sir. My master will be overjoyed. I would guide your ships to the free states whenever you are ready."

[Philote]

"My creatures have never feasted on anything sentient, and certainty they wouldn't in such an unheroic way as these shadow creatures do. They will not be accepted in my land, if they wish to face my creatures, then have them face them straight on."

[Mik_Hael]

"Unfortunatley, as of yet, that is not their way, they are beings of shadow. Perhaps in time I will give them the ability to interact, but as of now, they cannot. I do not wish to cause harm. Perhaps we may form a compromise in the form of them assisting in the hunts of your creatures. If I tell them to, they will not harm the sentient."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"How about now? I'm not doing anything else."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Splendid. Ready your ships and come quickly."

In due time, the watcher leads the great crafting ships of the Durhian around the Hag Queens isle and to the shores of Hakets old domain, to the newly founded free states.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Go forth my children and bring the joy of the craft to the impoverished”

[Philote]

"No, already to many send creatures to inhabit my lands. If you wish for them to cooperate, then it will be off of my lands, for now my borders are closed."

[Mik_Hael]

 "I wish to be polite my friend. Are you sure there is no room for compromise?"

[Philote]

"You have your land and I have mine. You have shown that you don't keep track of your people, and for this reason they do not need to be on my continent."

[Mik_Hael]

"...very well. But before I leave, I wish for you to take one of the young ones as a token of good will. I would like to see how it would grow in the care of one such as you." I hold up one of the non developed Endrekians.

[Philote]

Motes left: 11

(I have a suspicion about these creatures, but I'll take one since you insisted. Keeping my eye on it)

"I'll take it to be trained separately, if only to learn more about it." I say "If you need something in the future, contact one of my races at the shore."

Leaving the other being to be escorted out and the Endrekian to be taken to my residence at the Dragonborn tribe until I can deal with it, I walk deeper into the forest. Expending my power, I reveal creations foreign to my land (-2 miracle).

Watchers, Sea Hags, Demons, a strange plant growing underground, and even traders sent by Crav, all are revealed within my territory. Next, I meet with the Council of Heroes, and they agree to relay the message to send out all that was found within my lands save for Crav's beings.

To bolster my defenses, I grant two miracles to my Goliaths and Dragonborn, my first line of defense (-4 motes). The Goliaths become aspects of nature, and the Dragonborn gain the ability to tap into their draconic spirit, causing the side effect of each tribe becoming a different breed. Lastly I create an army of Divine Servitors (-2 motes). A golden army of the spirits of possible heroes. Capable of freely traveling to the Plane of Heroes and back and able to fight on their own or fuse into the armor of another fighter.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The Goliath hunters posture to the group watchers, waving their weapons and daring them to come back to shore. The watchers in the Goliath land had been gathered up one by one and thrown bodily out of the country. Those that had flown to high to reach had been threatened with arrows. The group was not happy.

"You can not do this!" Screamed one, with the voice of a hot headed young man, barely in his twenties. "If we had weapons, you would be sorry! I'll bring this up with our god, and he'll sort you out, you..."

"Enough"

The voice that cut him off was matronly, and so ancient that it might shatter against your ears instead of entering them. Above all it was calm. The watcher it belonged to drifted forward towards  the goliaths.

"We have no reason to be on this island anymore. Everything we need to know, we know already.Slavedrivers.

The word contained such bile, such disgust, such unrelenting hatred that it wormed it's way into this groups hearts and stirred there, keeping them awake at night with the thought that somewhere, out in the world, something was well and truly hating them with every fiber of it's being.

"Come along." said the crone watcher, indistinguishable from the others yet so very old. And they were gone, vanished, spiriting away towards their God.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(So, what is the interaction now between Uburra-Namall and the Watcher now? Is the Watcher staying, or leaving? I think your interaction with Crav kinda threw me...)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

( He's still there explaining the concept of the social contract to her on her island. I was waiting for you to respond, so I was playing around with my Servitors, the watchers. My guy is The Watchman.)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 (Sorry, I'm gonna get that name messed up in the future, I know it...)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(I was afraid something like this might happen. I'll bold The Watchman's name from now on)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(Don't worry, I'll try...I'm just not making any promises.)

[Philote]

Motes left: 4

The sea hags continued to try and barter at the waters shore, and the watchers continued to observe from afar. Neither of these things alone would be bad, but the continued presence of so many in my land was not to my liking. Since I could not watch all of my land at once, I would create two to help me with the task. I would not create simple spirits for this task, but create truly heroic beings.

The first would be made from the oldest of one of my creations, the dragons, to embody my heroic side. Calling the large black dragon to me, I place my hand on its head and speak. "I name thee Bahamut, the great sage dragon, channeler of the Well of Eternity." (-4 motes, Domain: Heroism, 3-Point Action: Create Race).

For the next, I call one of my Divine Servitors. I place my hand on his ghostly armor and it becomes solid as the servitor's spirit possesses it. "You shall be called Yojimbo, Gilgamesh's blade." (-4 motes, Domain: Conflict, 3-Point Action: Create Artifact)

So that the two may be equal, I create a Divine Artifact for Yojimbo to use just as Bahamut shall use the Well of Eternity. The Divine Artifact shall be a magnificent overtly large blade to excite the warrior spirit. I name the black blade, Muramasa (-4 motes).