Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

(+1 daily x 3, +1 race x 3, Total: 20)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The Durhians were complaining. They needed matierials from the earth to craft and build, but they were not built for such difficult work. Crav had the perfect solution, a new race. From deep withing the earth Crav pulled a muddy mess. As the mud hardened it crack and fell away. Underneath was a mass of muscle and deep brown skin. It had long, strong arms and sharp nails for digging. (- 3 Create Race)

"Ah, perfect! Together these...Milteos....and the Durhians shall work together to craft. The Milteos will collect and the Durhians will craft"

(Total: 17 points)

[Philote]

Motes Left: 8

Now that I have a connection to the body, I decide to take the time to use my power to spread healing. I first create a new set of Divine Servitors, another type of spirit (-2 motes, +1 domain). These spirits will have the power of healing and will spread medical knowledge to my races. The second thing I create, is a Divine Artifact (-4 motes). A monument of resurrection to restore the powers of my heroes, with a holy aura to drive back those that would tamper with it.

With my work finished, I listen to reports from the Dragonborn and one catches my attention, one that may be of interest to my ally Crav.

"Send word to Crav. The neighboring continent has been discovered to hold a plenitude of rare materials for his creations. It appears to be relatively abandoned due to the lack of any other activity there, so the materials should be free for his taking if he acts quickly."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(Motes: Um...I think about 13 since I haven't spent in days...)

Uburra-Namall was fascinated. This Watchman was thoughtful in matters she hadn't considered since eons before. Law...order...judgment? Certainly things to think about when she brought around her race of subjects. She would mull it all over as she continued to decorate...

As she contemplated all this decoration, though, a thought quickly came to mind that hadn't hit her before. What about the others? Surely, Crav would be pleased (even impressed), and the Watchman wouldn't dream of it, what with his penchant for goodness, but the others were different. She would have to hide her treasures.

Summoning her telescope to hand and looking across the horizon at the others, she thought jealously of what tacky uses THEY would have for her precious collection, should they ever be taken from her. With a disdainful groan, she motioned her hands downward, and the beauteous gems were submerged in dirt. (Alter terrain: -2 points= 11 points)

Until she could think of some better way to display the pleasant results of her experimentation in aesthetics.
 
"Although" she thought, "it's a shame I should have to hide them; the colors are rather exquisite. I shall decorate the sky the same. A ribbon of light just like from my prisms. And it shall only be visible with the departure of the rain." Uburra-Namall waved her hand elegantly, and before her she glimpsed an arch, colored all those hues reflected in her prisms. It disappeared as soon as it appeared. (Alter terrain? If so, -2 points= 9 points)

"Perfect", She decided, "As soon as I feel like seeing it, I will make the rain come. I will nourish the land and be allowed to view my prized possession as well. Now. The gems are hidden away for safe keeping and the sky is beautified. How else can I liven up this place?"

She smiled to herself mischievously. Time to get to work. The sunset needed livening up. The mountains needed a change of hue to mark the passing of the day. Some of the plants needed a bit of color. The animals would need different patterns and markings to recognize one another by. The sun across the water didn't sparkle enough to her. The sea was too bland. And the stars were sparkly, but hardly ever got any of the attention they deserved. Neither did the moon.

These were all remedied.

The sunset was painted over with her special gold color. She even took the extra effort of doing the same for the sunrise. The mountains were all touched by her elegance to mark the passing of the day with  change of color. The plants taken by their leaves and painted with the utmost care, as many colors as she could imagine. The animals all gained unique markings and patterns, to be beautiful to observe, and to know one clan from the other, even among their own kind. The sunlit the waters now with a new radiance, and when the sun wasn't as intense, the sea would be alight with a lively cerulean. The stars were made to twinkle like never before as Uburra-Namall took a handful of diamonds, smashed them into dust and blew the dust into the heavens.

And the moon...for the moon, she took the most brilliantly-pallid white, and the most luminescent silver. She rolled them together in her delicate hands and gently sent the paint aloft in the wind. She whirled the satellite around for a moment and let all sides be covered, before raising her hands for the moon's revolution to go back to normal.

(1 point times 7, Bless = -7 = 2 points left; however, I should also receive points for contributing to my divine domain )

Now, with all things beautified to her liking, she could finally get back to doing what she did best; admiring her own greatness.

"Although", she thought one more time, "it could be a BIT better. I think I would like some company."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"It's quite nice" The Watchman said, eying the goddesses work. "This is beginning to look like a proper world."

Just then, severally grey cloaks materialized out of the ether. One flouted forward toward the Watchman and began speaking. It was the old one.

"Watchman, you know of the slavery of the Goaliths?"

"I do. I was hoping that a slave revolt would come along and settle that problem. The slaves they take are Drgonborn, after all. I don't think they would take this lying down."

"It has not. We have tried several times to fan the flames of revolt, and each time they were snuffed out. Now, the God Gilgamesh has ordered all outsiders expelled from his island. Right before this, we learned that the inspiration for this slavery was Gilgamesh himself."

The Watchman was silent at this news, but inside his mind was churning and boiling. He turned to Uburra-Namall.

"Namall, it has been a pleasure watching you work, but I must go. I don't feel as though you will have to worry about Gilgamesh's people coming here, at least for a while. He'll be....Preoccupied. 

The Watchman lifted off the ground and sped, full of sound and fury, toward the Hero makers territory.

[Zaleramancer]

The shadowy teleportation is shifted subtly, and the Shadow-Scarred emerge outside of one of the cities. A Steel Giant with a featureless face sat calmly before them.

Teleportation into the Cities is Forbidden. I must ask your business here. Several Sorcerers have attempted to enter the city by arcane means and we were forced to take.. steps.

[Philote]

The spirits of possible heroes patrol the border, and dragons patrol the sky. They begin to spread word when they see the Watchman approaching.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Revolutions are not all about swords and battle and blood. It's a battle of words too. You need cheers, slogans, and the ability to make grand statements. To lead one you needed, not only martial prowess and leadership skills, but a certain amount of showmanship.

For example, dropping like a stone out of the sky into the middle of the biggest Goliath mining camp you can find, cratering the ground and sending two overseers flying because of the shock wave sends a message; "I am not normal." Picking up the guard that runs up to you and chucking him halfway across the quarry sends another; "If I could do that to him, what could I do to the next guy?" Finally, a slight nod in the direction of the slaves and a few second of fussing over them sends a very different one;

"I am on you side."

The Watchman looked over at the Guards and said in a friendly, conversational tone,"Hello boys. Why don't you go fetch me who's in charge."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Kagehana: "We are but mere Shadow-Scarred who have been asked by our mistress, Mina the Goddess of Demons, Youkai, and Shadows, to observe the ways of your cities and bring back the knowledge we glean from our observations."

Akako yawns as if this is boring her but subtly slips a stone shard into her hand in case a fight breaks out as Hoseki and Kizuato shift stances slightly for drawing their swords quickly.

[Philote]

Two figures enter the camp. A man in a suit of armor carrying a black blade and a giant of a Goliath with skin equal to stone.

"What is the meaning of this!" the second figures yells.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Why don't you tell me?" he says, jerking his head toward the slaves.

[Zaleramancer]

Demons? Surely you recognize the irony of approaching a city built into the Demonwall?

The Giant shifted slightly, but continued to keep a non-existent eye on them.

Hmph. Something powerful radiates from you. I must inquire as to what it is.

[Philote]

"What about them?" he snarls back.

The other figure lays a hand on the Goliath, motioning for him to stop. "The Watchman I presume? I've seen your creatures."

"I'm afraid neither of us are the one you really want to talk to" Yojimbo says.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"You've got that right. You're just working men. I try not to hold the actions of a leader against his subordinates. So, where's the Big Man? I'd like to discuss this problem and come to a solution."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Kagehana laughs, "We are neither demons nor youkai. We are the Shadow-Scarred race. As for what radiates from us that is powerful? That is easy enough to reveal."

Kagehana touches the katana at her side, "This blade is the Kagenobara, a Divine Artifact gifted to me by my mistress."

[Philote]

Motes Left: 7

"I'll see if he has some free time for this amusing matter."

Opening a portal to Gilgamesh's dwelling using the Plane of Heroes, Yojimbo says "Right, this way."

[Zaleramancer]

The Giant eyes the sword nervously as it feels the waves of power washing off it.

The emanations from it may interfere with the wards around the city. I must request that you seal or otherwise mute the power outflow from it.


After pausing to consider anything else, it spoke agai.

Would you be offended if I offered you an escort? A registered Sorcerer can accompany you to show you anything you require, as well as reassure those that would be nervous of an envoy from a Demon-Goddess.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Thank you. One thing though." The Watchman snaps his fingers and the Watchers fill the sky above the quarry. All of them, minus about five. "Going to leave them here, if you don't mind. They can't hurt anyone, so it shouldn't be a problem." With that, The Watchman steps through the Portal, and into Gil's home.

[Philote]

Yojimbo eyes the Watchers, then follows through the portal.

Gilgamesh watches as they exit. Word travels quickly with magic, and he had already learned some of what had transpired. "Hello, Watchman."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Kagehana: "I can neither mute nor seal the emanations from Kagenobara but I can store it in the Shadowscape which can be accessed from any shadow because all shadows are connected, but only by those given permission to access it by my mistress. The best part is that only the one who inserts something into the Shadowscape can retrieve it."

Kagehana reaches over a shadow and drops Kagenobara. Kagenobara slips safely into the Shadowscape and the emanations it was giving off disappear within the Shadowscape.

Kagehana: "Now how about a tour of the city?"