Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(13 motes previously +3 motes, Total: 16 motes)

Having flown for some time, Mina and her entourage come in sight of Spectropolis and land a mile out. Mina then concentrates and creates from the area around her, a new race (-6 motes). The Zombies appear then bow down to their creator and the group continues on.

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Mikoto watches as the previous fight ends and everyone prepares for the next one. Where was Lady Mina?!?

(Total: 10 motes)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Aox paced back and forth waiting for his match. In his hands he held a small capsule with which he was tinkering. So much rode on this match, he knew that. He desperately sought Crav's approval.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Alright." said Zai the Thinker, once his comrade's win was confirmed by the announcer, "I should guess that marks the beginning of my turn."

"Do well!" Mina waved him off.

"I hope you win!" Jassi smiled warmly.

"Don't lose." Tyran eyed him suspiciously.

"Or die." Jissei cared not even to turn around.

Zai frowned at the latter two sentiments, and waved reluctantly before making his way into the arena to fight. Hopefully Geranfeit'r would serve him as well here as it had in the Plane of Love and Life.

[Philote]

Motes Left: 22

A human rushed onto the battlefield as Zai entered, carrying a bundle of supplies. Reaching the starting zone of Zai's opponent, the man began to unpack. "I'm sorry this will only take a moment."

The human draped out a cover and began laying jars of different pigments under it. Taking out a brush, the man began quickly drawing on another sheet under the cover, out of sight. After a few moments of work, a light began to grow from under the cover, and eventually expanded into a full sized portal. Out of the portal, the hero Emere walks out into the field.



The human quickly begins gathering his supplies and rushes off the field. Emere rotates his focusing orb in midair, holding it aloft with flames that danced off his fingers. "Prepare yourself, it is time for our match to begin."

Once the field is clear, the horns blow yet again to signal the fight's start.

(Tier 1: Elemental Manifest)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Good gods, what have I gotten myself into?" Zai blinks vacantly, frowning in dismay. Then he snaps himself out of it. Now is not the time to panic, he tells himself. Now is the time to focus and plan and find out how best to execute your plan.

He let down his mace, and began analyzing the elemental for any potential weaknesses. An attack can wait.

[Philote]

Emere sees Zai let down his mace and begin watching him intently. He had been in these tournaments before, he had experience on his side, he would not let an opening go to waste.

Emere began moving his arms, letting flames lift off them and focus around the orb that was levitating before him. In just a moment, Emere had a fireball arcing through the air from the orb to Zai.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Hey guys. Whoa, who's the big guy?"

The servitors turned as one to see The Babysitter sitting on the wall, kicking her legs behind them. One of their own, risen to Godhood. It wasn't any surprise that word had spread fast, it was a big deal among their circle. There was some debate among the watchers how this had been archived. Some thought that she had done an impressive service, others though that it had been pure dumb luck. Some, like the crone, had put forward that it was a punishment for some mistake.

The teenager was the first to speak up. He had known her before.

"We don't know, some rock monster."

"What's it doing?"

"We think it's building a sand castle." replied the teenager.

She hoped off the wall and walked (walked, thought the two watchers. Walking!) and stared over at muffin, as if analyzing it's technique. She looked out at the monster, then reached inside her cloak. It had taken her a while, but she had figured out that, though not a watcher anymore, she still had the power the Watchman had given her. All of her swag had been stored inside within that second of enlightenment. She pulled out a bucket and called out. "Hey, Big Guy!"

The rock giant stopped mud and looked over at the tiny figure on the wall.

"You can't just pile it up like that, it will fall apart once it dries. A mud castle is something you have to construct! Here, use this!"

She swung her arm around three times and tossed the picket high into the air. Then, she started crackling.  She extended her pointer finger to the falling bucket and fired a bolt of divine energy into it. It began to change, expand, and by the time it hit the ground it was a bucket fit for something Muffin sized.

Muffin stared at the giant bucket beside it, then looked to find the tiny creature who had thrown it. She wasn't there, unfortunately. But to it's sight, she had vanished. That's because she was on her back, giggling and tingling all over, with the servitors clustered around.

"What was it like?"
"Was it hard?"
"Did it hurt?"

"Give her some room you half wits!" came the voice of the Veteran, silencing them. "You okay, lass?"

The Babysitter sat up, shaking slightly. It had felt, well, damn wonderful. All that power running through you was something she hadn't been prepared for. It was like that laws of the world had risen up in protest, and she had told the world exactly where it could shove them because she was in charge around here, NOT REALITY! She wondered why The Watchman didn't do this more often.

What she said, in between heavy breaths, was, "I'm going to have to try that again."

(-3 miracle, 17 left.)

[Mik_Hael]

I'm sitting on top of Muffin absent mindedly playing a materialized flute and watching the scene, "Ah, so that's the new god eh?" I leap off of muffins head and fall strait down, stopping a few feet above the ground just before hitting, and then lightly land in front of the watchers. "Yo."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The two witnesses bowed politely, as was their nature. The watchdog stood up and fanned it's ears, as was it's nature. The watchers showed no outward signs of disrespect or respect for the new arrival, as was their nature. And the Babysitter, legs still a little shaky, pulled herself up as quickly as she could, as was her nature.

"Hey, you're that guy! The one from the gate. The one who looks like my boss." she has a starry look in her eye, and her voice is slightly slurred. "I just did a miracle!" she beams. "Does it always feel this tingly?"

[Mik_Hael]

'I wouldn't know," I scratch the  back of my head nonchalantly, "I'm less miracle more of an inherent chaos guy myself" As I say this a small snow flurry whips instantly replaced by a short rain. "I guess it feels about the same, in which case yes same feeling every time. Dephos is the one who does the most miracles, she doesn't talk much though." When I say this a memory registers and I place the side of my fist down upon my open palm, "Right I almost forgot, Grace wanted to meet you."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Who? Why? Where?" She asks between breaths as her knees finally stop quaking. First walking, then eating, now this feeling.

Being a God was amazing!

[Mik_Hael]

"A god of mine, she hasn't gotten out much in the last few centuries and she's one of the newer ones to come into existance so she wanted to meat you, she should be at the arena with Dephos at the moment.

"Broooarraaouuraarroooghhh."

"No muffin you have to wait out here...your almsot larger than the city for Omni's sake. I'll bring you back a suvenier.""

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Oh, okay."

Well, this should be interesting.

"See you boys, nice hanging out. Mik, tell Muffin that he can make towers if he fills that bucket up and flips it. Bye!"

She takes to the air in a flying leap, the others watching her go. Legs, a face, choice. It's the teenager who voices what they're all thinking. "That girl may as well be the goddess of hope."

The Watchdog turns to to Mik Hael and lets out a *Ping*. A witness turns around. "He says that if your monster makes some towers, he can get some of his brothers down here to dig out rooms for them. They don't have much to do anyway."

[Mik_Hael]

"Sounds great, the guy needs some lessons on architecture anyway." I destroy the fluit and materialize a small guitar before floating back into the sky towards Muffin's head, playing away.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

the watchdog lets out a load *PING*, somehow both high enough to hurt your ears and deep enough to shake the area at once. There is a moment of silence before figure can be seen, leaping in from all directions. It doesn't take long before over 100 of them are storming over the wall and out into the wet desert, where they stand before the watchdog that called them together and have their assignment explained in a series of Onomonapia. They line up in front of Muffin as the monster slams it's bucket into the ground, creating the first tower.

On the parapet, the watchers and witnesses look on.

"Hey." Says the Veteran, "do you guys think it can build a proper wall?"

"No, I don't think it knows how. Mik did say it was no good at architecture." replies the teenager.

"Hey" says the veteran again. "You wanna help built the worlds biggest sandcastle?"

"Yes. Yes I do."

The two watchers swing over the edge and follow the watchdogs, Leaving the witnesses on the wall alone. They shift their weight and look at one another in silence. They were meant for the city. It was in their souls and they could feel anything that happened to it. But, they wondered, what was everything else like.

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"Hey!" She said, landing in the godly box. The Watchman looked up from the match.

"Well, making at least a token appearance, are we?"

"Shut up, where was Mik Hael sitting? He had someone he wanted me to meet."

The Watchman thought for a moment, and looked around until he saw the goddess that had accompanied Mik to Spectropolis. Picking her out wasn't hard. He was the Watchman. If he couldn't pick out a face in a crowed, he'd be shamed for life. He pointed.

"Oh, thanks!" she said, starting to fly off. Until she felt someone pull he, by the cloak, to the ground.

'Go around. Otherwise you'll disrupt the match."

"Fine, whatever." she maid her way put of the godly box to where the chaos gods were seated the long way. On the way she bought a Kebab from a dwarf, and was happily munching it when she came upon them.

"Hello", she said, raising her arm. "I was asked to see someone named Grace?"

[Mik_Hael]

I listen in on the converstation of the watchmen. "Eh why not, it's a good chance to test out my domains anyway." I flit down in front of the face of Muffin and snap my fingers. The shockwave shakes the ground and causes the sand to vibrate.

The monster looks up and is about to say something before I raise my hand to stop him, "Muffin, look directly into my eyes, I have something I need to tell you." The monster leans forward slightly and our eyes lock. Instantly the monsters eyes cloud over as it's body becomes stilll, images and symbols flit over it's eyes for several seconds before they suddenly stop and the small beads regain clarity. The monster shakes it's head, hit's the left side with it's giant mit a few times, and then begins constructing a wall onto the side of the sand castle.

I port behind the watchers, "So what was this about constructing a wall then, maybe we can help."

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"Present and accounted for," Grace says standing up, "Who're you."

(in case you don't remember or if I forgot to say it, About tweens black hair, black eyes, grey skin, dark grey cloak."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Well, it a castle, ain't it?" The veteran replies, "Any proper castle has got to have a good, sturdy wall. Keep raiders and brigands out!"

"We don't actually have raider and brigands out here, though." says the teenager. "I'm not sure Spectropolis even needs the wall it has."

"Nope, raiders and brigands. Not a proper desert unless it has slaving nomads who come out of the night, steal your women, and dress em' in obscene clothing while speaking foreign."

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"What?" asked the teenager.

"Point is, castles have walls, deserts have raiders, and that's all there is to it."

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"Oh, hi, uhhhhhh," wow, shorter than she expected.

"I'm the Bab...." she stops, before remembering that her name is Reallllllllllllly dumb. "I'm BS, Minor God under the Watchman. You said you wanted to meet me."

[Mik_Hael]

"I could probably make some Brigains if you want, but maybe we shoujld focus on the wall first." I say jokingly.
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(short? meh)

"BS....." Grace is about to say something before changing her mind....suddenly a look of recognization washes over her face. "Oh your the new god that Mik told me about! It's nice to finally meet you. I've spent omni knows how long looking after the four, I haven't had a chance to meet anyone since I was promoted to Godhood, I heard you went through the same process."

[Mik_Hael]

Far off near the sand castle I shudder, "Someone just called me a nickname.....I must punish them later."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

If the veteran had eyes, they would have lit up.

"Yes, YES! Proper Brigands, with scimitars and hoods and-"

"Ping! Ping Ping! PING PING PING PING PING!"

The veteran is tackled to the ground by a pair of watchdog. "Oh, so you boys wanna wrassle, do ye?" comes his boisterous voice from the dustcloud.

The Teenager clears his throat, and tries to play off the fact that he was attempting to speak watchdog. "Yes, uh, we should focus on building. You know, the mud would hold together longer if we had some wooden logs to place withing them."

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"Oh yeah, Miss Zaya did this for me. Were you a servitor to? Doesn't being a god Kick Ass?"