Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO" she said, leaping from building to building, letting the with flow through her hair and grinning like a fool.

"What are you even doing?" The Watchman called after her from the air. "You can fly! You could fly before!"

"Yeah, but this is leaping! And I'm leaving the city, so I can exercise my godly power!" She called, clearing a whole garden in a single bound.

"Your just as strong here as you would be out there. Your only a minor god."

"Oh." she says. She stops in the middle of the air and sinks down onto a thoroughfare

"Hold on, minor gods can't raise up other minor gods. How'd Zaya do that? Is she just that good?"

"Well" he said, landing beside her, "she wasn't really raising a minor god. She was just giving you enough energy to get to this level. Doesn't take as much."

"Ohhhh," she says, before a wry smile comes onto her face. "So I could...?"

"No, your just a minor god, not an overgod who's powers are being suppressed. You don't have enough."

"Oh" she says, looking at her feet. "So, I guess I'm not so awesome, huh?"

All of a sudden the Watchman felt as though he had kicked a puppy. He couldn't just leave her like this. He needed something!

"Hey, did you not say you saw Gil in the city looking contemplative?"

The New gods head lifted, and an exited smile spread across her face. "Yeah, he was being all sneaky, looking at stuff."

"Well, what do you say we go see what he want's, huh?"

"Yeah! Come on, he was this way!" she yelled, running behind the watchman and pushing him toward the city edge.

They proceeded like this til they reached the area where Gilgamesh was, an empty area right outside the wall.

"Hello Gilgamesh, nice to see yo..."

"GILGAMESH, state your business!" he was cut off, as the former watcher ran out from behind him and pointed at Gil, all very dramatic like.

The Watchman took his hand and applied it to his face. "Please ignore her."

[Zaleramancer]

Zaya watches them go for a few moments, then shrugs and seems to vanish.

A dark wind sweeps out of the city moments later.

[Mik_Hael]

Mufffin "GRWUAAAAAAAARRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The ground shakes with it's bellows.

"No Muffin use your words. Now repeat after me," I hold up a large boulder "Rock. RRRROOOOOOOOCK."


Muffin "...GRRAAAAACK"

"....close enough. Good monster." I toss the boulder into it's gaping maw and it devours it akin to how one would a sessamee seed.

Grace "......" Shakes her head as she floats behind me.

"What?" I say turning to my head towards her.

Grace "Are you sure your not insane?"

"That's relative, either way  what's the matter, you seem to have something on your mind?'

Grace "I'm starting to get tired of taking care of the four, isn't it about ime you did something with them, It feels like I've been babysitting them for decades."

"....alright I see your point...I guess I have to do something with them eventually...but I was going to wait until they were further advanced...It doesn't really matter I suppose." I rip open a portal into the inner sanctum of the tower and walk through.

The four are milling about,  playing small games and exploring, alone they have reached enough power to destroy several armies by single handedly from staying in the constant presence of gods...but they are still in the child state....."Grace, come here." I drag her through the portal again, and place her slightly in front of me. "I need to borrow your power."

"Right ,why would I...."

"Even though you are a major god now, do not forget that you are still under my controll." I concentrate and Grace's eyes glow a bright white as her face becomes devoid of expression.  I make a motion with my hand and she turns towards the for, lifting her arm towards them. An ark of devine energy flows through me, into Grace, and finally towards the four, imbuing them with my power and blessins.

"From now on, you four shall be my heroes, the heralds of chaos, the keepers of peace, and the spreaders of hope. You shall grow faster, than you have before, but that is to be expected."

Grace, regaining her consciousness and swaying to the left before regaining her balance, "Ugh, I hate it when you do that!"

"Their out of your hair for now Grace, I'm sorry for putting one of my responsibilities onto you, you may do as you wish from now on until I need you again, I will continue their training from here on out." I take the four through a rip in space leaving grace alone in the castle.

[Philote]

Motes Left: 15

I give a strange look to the Spirit making demands at me, then decide that it is not worth my attention. I turn away and speak to the Watchman.

"Hello Watchman. I am constructing an Intercontinental Tournament as you advised me on doing."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"You're holding that here? Well, I can't say I don't approve. I did build this place to be enjoyed, after all. Religion capital of the world. In fact, this would be a perfect opportunity for us all to get together, officially. Yes, that would work."

"Why are you building out here?" The spirit says, eying Gil.

"Would you at least introduce yourself before asking questions."

"Oh, Right."She clears her throat and extend a hand to Gilgamesh, "Hello, I'm Zay..."

"NO! Pick a different one!"

She makes a sound like steam escaping, then says to Gil, "I don't have a name right now. Just a nameless god of children."

[Philote]

Motes Left: 18

"I have another arena on my continent, but I don't exactly trust the idea of inviting every race to march through my land. It seemed only natural to build one in the neutral capital."

"I'm going to build the arena so as to not limit hero's strength but still put Spirits under the affects of the city."

[Mik_Hael]

"Good keep up that speed, and throw a bit more power into your punches, not enough to throw of your balance though. Three, balance your aura output while casting a spell, at your fcurrent usage rate you will end up using all of your energy before you defeat your opennent. Good job everyone, time for a break."

As the fore leave through the portal back to the castle I glance around "....well now I'm bored....might as well see if anythings happening at the castle of the watcher.

I rip open a tear in space and walk through two the desert, noticing the two forms of Gilgamesh and the Watcher. "Good morrow gentlemen, what is the occasion? "

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"I can see you've already laid the groundwork. This is perfect, hold on. WATCHDOGS!" He yells out to the world. From all directions they come bounding through the desert, kicking up huge clouds of sand in their wake. They stop before the trio, and sit.

The Watchman waves his hand, and a letter of invitation appears in his hand. Several of them, personalized to each god.

He walks over to a few of the Dogs, and tucks the letters under their ears.

"This can be a festival, a meet and greet, an excuse to get all races and gods in the same place. Go, deliver, I have preparations to make."

The Watchdogs all bound off, each carrying a letter to one of the overgods (Except Waverider), inviting them and their entire entourage to the tournament, nearly pleading them to come and meet. The last letter  was on it's way to the desk of Pessimal Tomes of the Cravian Daily. People would know, people would come.

"There, that should net some strong competitors, huh? Now, for the...."

He pauses at one of the watchdogs sudden returns. Confused he looks up to see the Overgod Mik Hael, reading his letter.

"You're early. It's up to Gil when the tournament actually starts, but you're defiantly early."

[Mik_Hael]

"Whatcan I say, it's in my nature," I say glancing through the note, "Now what is this about a tournament? It sounds rather intersting."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"You'll have to ask Gil, it's his baby."

[Mik_Hael]

"I guess I just missed him then, too bad. While I'm here hough, have you noticed any interetsting happenings as of late, you are the Watcher after all. "

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(5 motes previously +3 motes, Total: 8 motes)

Nayotake was taking a walk as a break from training with Kagehana slightly outside Mina's land. The Shadow-Scarred hero was very harsh when it came to practicing for future combat. It's not like they would actually be fighting anyone in the future and even her test with the Mirror had been completely stealth-related. She was deep in her thoughts when suddenly an odd looking dog bounded up to Mina's land before finding it couldn't go forward any further. Nayotake realized that it was probably a Servitor and probably needed to deliver a message to Mina. She walked into Mina's land to let the other heroes know so that Kagehana could let Mina know of the messenger.

[Zaleramancer]

The Hag-Queen, still in her younger form, wondered what to do with this invitation.

It wasn't as if she had a hero laying around somewhere, and even if she did rustle one up, there was little chance of victory.

Of course, there's no reason not to spectate. She just had to find some snacks.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"No, things have been pretty quite lately. Of course, the watchers haven't returned with their afternoon reports yet, so maybe something will turn up."

"Excuse me, nothing happened?" the goddess says, hands on hips.

"Nothing really important."

"Hey!"

"This is," the Watchman says, presenting her, "a new goddess that can't decide what to call herself."

"Yo."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Mina came to where the Servitor was waiting for her and retrieved the message behind the Servitor's ears, then read it. She chuckled after she finished reading it before telling the Servitor, "Tell the Watchman that my heroes and I will attend."

She then turned to her heroes and goddesses and said, "There's going to be a tournament sponsored by the Watchman and Gilgamesh. If you wish to participate in it, let me know. Also, since you noticed the Servitor first, Nayotake, here is an artifact."

Mina handed a dagger to Nayotake who accepted it and then sign ups among Mina's heroes started (-6 motes, Create Artifact)


(Total: 2 motes)

[Zaleramancer]

Zaya went over her checklist.

Absurd amount of food?

She gauged the several fishy people trying frantically to tie what looked like a large blanket together to make a sack.

Check!

Annoyingly large hat to obstruct other's view?

Check!

Pimped out ride?

The goddess glanced over to her huge vulture avatar.

Check.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"There's a what?"

Pessimal Tomes had been having a slow news day. A few robberies, a new city planner falling off a building, and some funny shaped vegetables were all he had to show for his work. So when Torbin, a handy little dwarf who he had brought back from the free cities on his return home, had told him that one of the eyeless dogs from the city had come bearing a message it had given him quite a start.

He leaped over his desk and made his way past his presses and busy workers to the door. And right their, sitting on it's haunches, was the dog. Noticing him with a sniff of the air it moved forward and lifted it's ear. The letter dropped with a flutter into Pessimals eager hands. He opened it up, read it, felt his heart skip a beat, and rushed back into the building.

"STOP THE PRESSES! WE'VE GOT A FRONT PAGER HERE!"

The typists and writers stopped their work and looked expectantly up at him. When Pessimal got like this, they knew to just do what they were told.

He power walked into the middle of the room, and began handing out orders.

"We are running printing this letter first thing, something big is happening. A meet and greet with the Gods themselves, and a tournament, and a festival..."

Oh Lord Crav, he could just feel the news flowing through him. All the possibilities, all the stories that they would get out of this.

"..And none of it is going to be going uncovered, do you all understand? We are going to be there, and we are going to be there early!"

"You don't mean...?"

"Yes Torbin, in the boats. Oh don't look like that, the crossing wasn't that bad. Go requisition one, go, now! We set sail as soon as this issue is ready for market."

As his people got to work around them, looked around, his mind awash with possibilities.

It was true that the Durhian were natural crafters. Some, the good ones, can sense the quality of their materials. Pessimals materials were ink and paper and words. And he felt, in his heart, that he had stumbled upon a vein of exceedingly high quality.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(2 motes previously +3 motes, Total: 5 motes)

Mina watched on as her heroes fought to decide just who would represent her during the heroes' tournament. The matchups were Taro against Fubuki, Kagehana against Koriko, and Nayotake against Kira. Kagehana was definitely winning and so was Nayotake, so barring a sudden reversal, they would be in the heroes' tournament. The fight between Taro and Fubuki seemed to be equal, though Taro appeared to have a slight advantage. Mina decided that it would be better to create and send an Avatar to the tournament then to actually go herself. The question though, was who would be her Avatar? Certainly not one of her heroes, but if so, then who? This would merit some thinking...

[Philote]

Motes Left: 21

The arena was almost done. Under the command of Anima, the Genasi had been able to create the large structure on the edge of the neutral capital. The tournament would be able to be started in just another day for all those who were ready.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Crav was delighted to recieve the message from a watchdog.

"How wonderful, a battle of heroes. Just the kind of thing I've been looking for to alleviate my boredom. I will have to pay a little visit to Aox to see what he thinks of this..."