Lords of Creation (Story Thread 2)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

He listened. Occasionally, he nodded and wrote something down. Finally, when he had heard the whole sad tale he closed his book and waved to the vandals.

"Get those elves out of there. They didn't do nothing but come to theses peoples defense. String the rest up!"

The Vandals set to work instantly, pulling the elves away from the pile and wrapping the Dragonbron is some sort of silk from their mouths.

"And pay extra attention to their mouths, they can apparently spit stuff from there. Got it good and tight? Good, now follow me."

Half of the vandals follow the Veteran into the cave. When they come out, they're carrying the bodies of the fallen boquabians in their arms, wrapped in silk shawls. These they lay respectfully as possible on the ground. Any dragonborn casualties they left for the monster.

Only after this work is done does the Veteran return to Draias, looking worried.

"Where did these people live?" he says, his voice now much softer. "I'd like to return them home."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"We come from the village three miles east of here." Linessa spoke up before anyone else would answer, forcing herself not to turn and take heed to the body count, "I...I was the one who was supposed to keep the map. If you need directions, that is."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Thank ya. Ladies!" The Vandals all look up. Handling the bodies was the low point of their day. "Are those scum secure?" he asks, indicating the pile of webbing that held the bandits.They had not only been strung up, but strung together." They nod.

"Okay, as many as needed take the bodies and follow these folk. You be respectful now; these people died to defend their kin. They're heroes, and deserve to be treated as such. The rest of you are staying with me, I want to talk to this lot."He says, kicking the pile. Something in it lets out a low grunt.

The Vandals carefully gather up the bodies and form a little funeral procession behind the survivors, and wait for them to begin moving. Before they leave, the Vet is with them again, his tone at least an attempt to be comforting.

"I'd just like you to know, for what it's worth, that you did nothing wrong." he says. "You did the best with what you had, fighting an enemy you knew practically nothing about. Some folk ain't gonna understand that, but no one who's ever been where you are would ever begrudge you for it." Somewhere in the tone of his voice is an echo from the past.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Kyouko shifts herself to the Plane of Gehenna, leaving Lily to supervise the construction of the Core Temple. Lady Mina hadn't expressly forbidden anyone from altering the landscape of the planes under her control and that is what Kyouko would do. To the South, volcanoes formed, both violently active and extinct ones. In the East formed a forest, vibrant green and lush. To the North formed a small sea, capable of holding even a Leviathan. In the West formed a cold, barren tundra, void of anything that could sustain normal life. And in the center of all four areas, a group of seven spires arranged in a circle with a single spire in the center to represent Lady Mina and her 7 Major Goddesses.

With the alteration of the plane's terrain done, Kyouko next created the four Guardians of each of the directional areas. For the North: the Black Turtle, for the East: the Azure Dragon, for the South: the Red Bird, and for the West: the White Tiger (-24 motes, Create Mythos-Servitor x4). The center, of course, would have its own Guardian as well: the Pink Hydra (-6 motes, Create Mythos-Servitor). Kyouko then blessed all five Guardians with eternal life as long as they guraded over their respective areas before returning back to where Lily supervised the Core Temple's construction (-0 motes, Inherent Miracle).

(Total: 24 motes)

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(24 motes previously +3 motes, Total: 27 motes)

With Kyouko done with her changes to the Plane of Gehenna, Lily then shifts to the Plane herself. Once there, she permanently alters the weather to Winter in the North, Spring in the East, Summer in the South, Autumn in the West, and constantly changing in the center unless Lady Mina objects.

With that done, Lily then creates a portal at the base of one spire to the Temple dedicated to Mina in Spectropolis with Illusia's aid (-1 mote). Then, she creates another portal at the base of a second spire to what was a fake door in the University of Elements (-1 mote). The final portal she makes at the base of another spire leads to not a physical location, but another plane: The Plane of Spirits (-1 mote). All of these portals are then made permanent or as permanent as a portal in Spectropolis could be with a Miracle (-0 motes, Inherent Miracle)

(Total: 24 motes)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The five Boquabians nodded gratefully. It was worth a lot.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Aox wasn't sure if he should divulge his hero status, but it seemed necessary at the moment.

"I'm a hero and my full name is Gearan Aox Smithan. Smithan being my family name."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Miko doesn't even blink, writing the information on the form neatly, "Ok... Name: Gearan Aox Smithan. Status: Hero. Race: Durhian. Let's see Durhian..."

Miko runs to another stack of papers and checks a sheet before walking back and continuing, "Creator God of Race: Crav. Type of Magic Desired to be learned:.... Ok, Aox. At the University of Elements several types of magic are taught. Look at this list and tell me which ones you want to learn."

Miko hands Aox a flyer that says: "Fire magic, Ice magic, Wind Magic, Earth Magic, Wood Magic, Water Magic, Lightning Magic, Metal Magic, Illusion Magic, Shadow Magic, Light Magic, Sand Magic, Glass Magic, Healing Magic, Enchantment Magic, Support Magic, Transfiguration magic, Archery, and Swordsmanship all taught at the University of Elements. No prior experience is required. Basic skills will be taught as needed."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

He watched the go, a impromptu funeral procession disappearing amongst the trees, and sighed. Those people weren't soldier. They weren't even warriors. Not even guards, really. Just people, who had set out to do the right thing and had payed for it. He watched them disappear, and sighed. What he was about to do was really scummy.

Then he went over to the dragonborn, the vandals making a clear path for him. He felt around till he found a snout, and backhanded it's owner across the face.

"Wakey, wakey sunshine. Who's the boss of this little outfit?"

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Magnas goes through the records from the docks when she notices 'Gearan AOX Smithan' in the records. She starts flipping through the records to check everything they have on where he went and came from before walking quickly to the University of Elements to greet him.

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Having finished establishing the portal, Illusia looks back at where Hime lies unconscious and decides to make it safer for anyone in a temple. Illusia concentrates on what she wants and makes it so that anyone who wants to be safe from harm in a temple is unharmed by anything that wishes to harm them unless the attacker is a god. However, while under the Sanctuary Effect one cannot fight others at all (-0 motes, Inherent Miracle).

[Zaleramancer]

Far away, In Spectropolis..

An Endreakian was stalking a rat. One of many Endreakians walking the city, it had adopted a sleek and vaguely feline form. Patches of grey and black fur provided camouflage in the dark alleyways of this place.

The poor rat never knew what hit it. A single fluid pounce later, and the flexible creature was curled up to digest a meal. It began smoothing out fur with a rough tongue and dexterous paws.

Then then a whirlwind descended from the heavens, setting the Endreakian's fur in disarray. It yowled and hissed as it flew into a nearby hole, vanishing.

Two figure appeared, twin boys of apparently human origin. Both were dark of hair and eye and seemed to be watching everything with keen interest.

One of them, dressed in sombre clothing, carried a beautiful yet pale woman dressed in white.

The other was teetering on the edge of falling, bright clothing obscured by the shadow of the person perched on his back. A huge and ill-tempered woman, dressed in expensive furs, slid down off his back.

The relieaved boy used his hands to straighten is bent back and brushed off his clothing.

"Lead the way, lard butt." He said tauntingly to the enormous woman. She huffed and deigned to respond, simply walking sedately out of the alleyway.

The two boys followed as she walked towards the center of the city.  

[Zaleramancer]

Unfortunately for him, Drav is a whisper too slow to entirely dodge the blow. It whips into his shield, the sheer force of it crumpling the dwarf-made steel like paper.

Yep. That certainly broke his arm.

Drav jumps back a bit, hoping to give himself a bit of space.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Aox only had to glance through the list once before he'd made up his mind.

"Metal Magic and Swordsmanship, I think. And....um....thank you for helping me out here."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Miko neatly writes down Aox's choices before putting down the quill pen back where it belonged and starts waving around the paper to dry off the ink, "Don't worry about it. I'm the student president and it's my job to do this. The form will be filed with Princess Magnas at the earliest time possible. As you are a hero, you will be taking your Metal Magic classes with her. Swordsmanship classes will start at the basics with a Tengu trainer."

[Philote]

Lo-Kag takes several strides with his goliath legs to chase after the dwarf. Only moving close enough to keep within his range, but not be in the dwarf's range.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Uburra-Namall was outraged when she had seen what the Dragonborn had done to her precious Boquabians, despite the valiant efforts of the Elves. It was a hideous thing that those reptilian monsters had visited upon her people. And for what? For some unknowing tribute to her daughters, Vai, Prasim and Nasta?

This simply would not stand.

The goddess retreated from the balcony from which she observed Life Below, and covered her mouth, her eyes streaming warm tears. Jassi looked at her sister, softly concerned. She was hurt, too, but she knew her sister was not nearly as strong as she was when it came to taking offense.

She grabbed Uburra-Namall in an embrace.

"...What are you going to do?"

Uburra-Namall hugged her sister tighter, and Jissei turned from the carnage in Spectropolis.

"Is something wrong?"

Jassi looked at him, and then her eyes fell. She didn't have the heart to say the news aloud.

"What are you going to do, sister?" Jassi repeated.

Uburra-Namall let her sister go slowly, and cleared her face, letting out a deep breath. She was not completely over it, but she knew in time, she would be. She turned back to the balcony, and the Twins walked up, on either side of her.

"I'm going to claim the spirits of my creations." She began, her face growing progressively more cold, "And then I am going to return the spirits of the Dragonborn to their Creator..."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Right, just one last question. When do I start?"

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Miko finishes waving the paper and rolls it up, "You will start classes for Metal Magic when Princess Magnas has the time to do so and classes for Swordsmanship are on a tight schedule: Every day from sunrise until lunchtime. Do not be late, because the consequences are not good. The Swordsmanship teacher will make you do 100 push-ups multiplied by the number of ties you are late. Thus 100 the first time you are late, 200 the second time and so on and so forth. Being late for Princess Magnas' class is very difficult because you get told after lunch to go to her office and then class proceeds from there. That's how all god-taught classes are run by the way."

Suddenly the door bursts open and Magnas strides into the room, looks around quickly and heads towards Aox and Miko before stopping in front of them, "Hello Aox. I se that you've decided to visit our University. How do you fare?"

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(24 motes +3 motes, Total: 27 motes)

Suna heads back to her office and lays the sword of glass she'd bought on her desk before leaving to see the craftsman who'd created the lovely object.

[Zaleramancer]

The house is a typical one of Bluebell, made from the stone of the wall itself, handcrafted by the finest of dwarven masons and stoneworkers. Pretty and functional.

In front of the house, a young looking dwarf was hard a work, holding a long metal pipe with a glowing glob of molten glass on the end. He was carefully blowing, slowly causing the molten glass to expand. The dwarf continued to work, going through the complex motions of rolling and occasionally reheating the glass.