Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Mik_Hael]

"Hmmm, I can do one better actually." I search the area for a few seconds..."Aha, here we are." I walk over to a small crystal protruding several feet away and tap it. Imedieatly the ground rumbles before a the crystal grows upward forming a small table, displaying a chematic for the sandcastle, which appears to be making itself as Muffin adds on to the construction. "Pure unadulterated artifact, it would take a god to break through a foundation made from this."


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"No, I was a creature at the time. And I wouldn't know, most of the godly acts I've done were when I was being puppettered by Mik Hael, but I guess raising muffin from the earth was pretty sweet...don't ask aobut the name."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"That's perfect, and you can put that in the walls?"

"If he can it'd be perfect. Under the mud, of course You keep the mud in the sun long enough and it will be harder than rock." says the veteran, floating up. The teenager looks at him with an expression that would be shock.

"Where are..."

"Takin a nap in me! Now, as I was sayin, you want straight wall if you can get em'. Shear, hard to climb, with lots of little holes you can shoot things from."

"What about spikes?" asks the Teenager.

"You daft, boy? Puttin spikes on the walls will only let the brigands climb em. No sir, the spikes go out front, juttin up from the sand around the place. Keep siege engines from gettin close. Of course, that's only if you don't have a moat."

"We should probably dig out the rooms first, though."

"Oh Aye. Boys!" Every watchdog stands at attention. They all look at the schematics, then hurry off to start digging. They know who the alpha is now.

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"I just did my first godly act today! It felt like fire was running through me, it was intense." She suddenly got a sly look on her face. "What do you say we do something, apart from those two? Make our own thing? No puppet strings!"

She didn't know why, but ever since the transformation she had gotten the urge to plot things. She enjoyed it.

[Mik_Hael]

"I could make them into a Jester cap if I wanted to. Here's a plan though. If you wan't, I can leave a trigger node in one of the rooms of the castle, just flick it, and the crystal around the wall should erupt into spikes. Fairly simple really." While I say this I tap the display and a lattice of crystals begin to work their way throughout the finished construction. Muffin, with his newfound knowledge buried into his subconscious is workingat an incredible speed, with his size 'we've already got a good three miles worth of wall up that goes to his ankles.

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Grace glances at Dephos who seems to be entranced by the fight before saying "...Yes" without a seocnd thoguht, "But lét's do this fast, between the two fo them I wouldn't be surprised if they could see everything at this point.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Crav had grown bored of sitting around and walked out to where the wall was being built.

"Oh, doin' a little construction out here are we?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The Veteran stops moving. Completely, his cloak hanging in the wind.

"That's so dirty. That's diabolical and underhanded. No army would ever see something like that coming. Sir, I, I," His voice starts cracking. You can hear tears in it. "If I had arms, I would Hug you sir."

"Note to self, see about making a DO NOT TOUCH sigh or something. And some glass."

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"Lets go then." She whispers, grabbing Grace by the hands and pulling her out of the stands and the arena. "So," says while running. "What should we do? I can make Mythical creatures, or change the weather, or curse things or....Well, what are your Ideas? I had one, but I want to wait until the tournaments over. You know, as a surprise!"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"We're building the worlds greatest sandcastle." says the teenager. "It just sort of happened." he says, shrugging his shoulders. "You wouldn't know where I could get some glass, do you sir."

"Don't need glass," calls the veteran, "Ain't no proper castle ever had glass."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"I certainly would, though it does seem there's a bit of disagreement about it....perhaps? Anywyas, any of you got any spirits? wine? Alcohol of any kind?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"No, he's just being difficult."

"What kind of self respectin castle has hot glass in the windows? Name me one, boy!"

"Not for the windows! To put over the Porcupine button!"

The Veteran stops, nods his head, and says, "Good thinkin boy. That way we can smash some brigands head into it!"

"No, that's not-"

But the veteran  has already answering Crav's question, and produces a bottle from within itself cupped carefully in it's cloak. "Brewed it myself, never leave home without it. Tell me whatcha think, your Eminence. Don't handle it to rough though. Volatile."

"You can't even drink that. Why do you carry it?"

"I'm a man of principles."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Crav takes a sip of the alcoholic beverage.

"Whoa, that's what I'm talking 'bout. It's like alcoholic poetry..."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The teenager perks up.

"Your the god a crafting, aren't you? So, get tired of the tournament a derided to see what the commotion was? Yeah, boredom is the reason we're out here to. You want to help?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Crav takes another swing of the alcohol.

"Wha? Sure thing...I've got time to spare before Aox fights..."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Good man!" says the Veteran. "Pleasure to know I'll be working with someone with such fine taste! So, I was hopin you could craft something up to make the castle shoot fire from every orifice!"

"Lets not go that far, shall we? I was thinking more utility thing. You know, plumbing and such."

"Good thikin boy! More places for the fire to come from!"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Whichever it is I'm sure I could whip something up. Lemme just find my supplies.."

Crav searches through in pockets and coat before pulling out a small leather bag.

"Ah, here we go."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"What about a system of communication pipes?"

"That all shoot poison darts!"

"An indoor pool?"

"Under the throne room, filled with sharks, with this hole, see, covered by a rug..."

"A music machine?

"Of death!"

"How would that even work!?"

"Well, "

"You're sick in the head."

"You can never be to cautious!"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Wonderful ideas, each and every one of the.m, but I;d prefer not to build a death trap for you. Let's go with the sensible one's ideas."

Crav pulls several small tools from his pouch and get's to work.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

As Crav heads inside, the teenager turns to the veteran. "See, he thinks you're psycho."

"Boy, until you've been in the absolute worst type of fight, you will never appreciate the beauty of a good trap."

"And what is the absolute worst type of fight?"

"A fair one."

[Mik_Hael]

"I guess i could handle the death traps I suppose. I need to get Grace and Dephos to install a few miracles though, maybe later. Veteran, What do you think of floors that turn into acid whenever an intruder enters halfway into the room? No escape."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"No, no deathtraps! What does it even need deathtraps for?"

"Brig-"

"There aren't any!!"

The two argue over the existence or lack thereof of brigands for 20 minutes before the veteran finally come out with "Deathtraps optional."

"You press the button for the spikes, and it activates all the traps! They'll never know what hit em!" he says with pride.

"Neither will the castle staff." points out the teenager.

"Naw, we'll just have drills to make sure they can avoid the traps."

"Drills?"

"I'm real good at running drills. On that note, Drill traps! Do we need them: Yes!"

Seeing that this was as good a compromise as he was going to get, the teenager sighed and relented. "Fine, deathtraps optional."

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The witness stood before it's boss, feeling the gaze he wasn't seeing. It felt bewildered.

"What do you mean, 'Doom Fortress'"? said the Watchman.

[Philote]

Motes left: 4

The smoke was beginning to clear from the arena. The battle between Emere and Zai had lasted longer than expected. Flames covered most of the field now due to all of the fighting. As the smoke cleared though, the one left standing was Emere. His body had changed since the start of the fight. The lines of power that marked his body had turned black and the flames on his head had gained a black tint.

The spirits of healing rushed into the battlefield and transferred the two heroes off the field. "The third match goes to the hero Emere! The next match will begin five minutes after the arena is repaired. The heroes Pick and Archiver should make their preparations."

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Those that were paying close attention would notice a change in Gilgamesh's body. A clear gem could be seen that was fused into the chest plate of his armor, piercing through to his chest (-12 motes). This Soul Gem would allow him to merge with his allied Spirits. A second addition was a Rune of Planes (-12 motes). A rune that marked his armor in several locations, allowing him to connect to planes. If one stared at his armor, they would be able to see fleeting visions of the Hero and Genasi planes.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "Wha...wha happen?" Zai coughed a ring of smoke as he was carted off to be healed.

"Battle's over, kid." One of the medics says, hoisting Zai onto the guerney.

"Me win?" Zai tried to speak, "I winned? Zai wonned?"

"Oh, lord, he had the grammar smacked right out of him." One of the medics shook his head slowly, "Just, uh...rest, kid."

And as he was hauled off, the second medic chuckled, "That's got to be the second most embarrassing loss today."