Lords of creation! (Story)

[Zaleramancer]

The Omni gazed at his creation..

 The world was young. But, also bleak.. dry... lifeless. Broad planes of gray earth and dark stone wrapped in the shadows caused by the light of The Omni. The young world stared up into a dark starless sky, lacking both sun and stars.

 The Omni covered the gray planes with oceans with buy a thought. The roar of the oceans as the covered the globe was deafening, though none but The Omni could hear it. He waited as the new seas settled over the infant world. He willed that there be continents rising out of the infinite sea and with a grumble parts of the new ocean floor began to rise! With an unbelievable sound the earth began to still.

 For the first time, a wind whistled over the world as the sky was born, and like another wave grass began to cover the blank land. The Omni smiled as the Sun was born, and glanced over his creation. Azure seas wrapped around emerald continents, covered in grass that rippled with the laughing wind.

The Omni then began the laborious task of deciding those to shape the newly born world.. He grappled with this question as the winds danced across the grass and the sun's light bathed the world.

He emerged from thought, the choice was made. An enormous voice rang out as he called to them, "Rusmana The Hawk, Uburra-Namal The Fair, Erasmus The Wise, Dilim Of Paradox, Teserath The Intellegent! This world is now yours, make swift your journey to it!"

He drifted off as the immortals took on shape and form. With the merest thought he filled them with energy for their task.

Later, far later, there would be challenges.. But for now, He merely watched..

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Ok then!

I'm going under the assumption that the motes are worth a far amount.

Sooo Everyone gets 21 motes for this week.

Every week for the game will start at the same time this was posted every normal week.

Ok, lets go!




Map!

[Zaleramancer]

Rusmana was annoyed.

He had been ripped from his last world in mid-conversation after all. Then he had to go through the familiar sensation of being unshaped and pulled to this new world.

"Oh well" He thought irritatedly. "Lets get this over with." He felt his amorphous form take on shape and definition. An enormous hawk soared through the sky.

He began his mental checklist. "Lets see" he considered "Blue ocean? Check" Gigantic waves formed as he dove towards the water. Winds faster than a hurricane swept after him as he flew towards the shore. "Green grass? Check.". The grass mimicked the motions of the sea as the winds swept over them, carrying the great hawk. "Flat endless plains of grass.. Check"

"A yellow sun, green grass, blue water.. Check.." He let out an exasperated sigh like a thunder clap. "They always start the same, the only things that change are the way the land is arranged and who's here" 

"Suppose I should start." The hawk ascended far into the sky, using this vantage point to choose where to begin. "That small one to the south west should work" He thought, slightly more cheerful now. Like a bird of prey diving towards his prey, he hurtled towards the ground! His wings extended just in time to catch him in his fall. The grass below was nearly blown away by the force of the wind. He soared towards the eastern shore of the continent. His mood went from excited to annoyed in a flash. "I'm going to have to make mountains" He mentally sighed, "I hate working the earth and ground."

Dispite his mood,  He began his work. The hawk made a sound like thunder and ascended as the earth below began to shudder and shake! New mountains began to rise, pulled by Rusmana's power. Soon, the mountains extended from the southern part of the shore to the northern most part of the stubby and large peninsula. "And now forests.." He turned to face the southern most part of the mountain range. A jungle rapidly took on shape. Exotic plants and even stranger animals grew. Soon the entire north of the peninsula was covered in steamy plants full of the calls of animals unknown.   To the south a forest had taken root Trees and shrubs began to grow there slowly at first but rapidly accelerating! They grew across the plains, covering them with shadowy boughs. Birds and beasts, predator and prey also formed, drawn from his memories.

Weary, The hawk began to descend in the center of the plains between the jungle and the forests. A tree grew there, rapidly taking on years and height. He shrank until he was no bigger than a normal hawk. He alighted on the branch, mentally griping and groaning. "Stupid ground.."  A lightning bolt struck the ground nearby, as the elements mimicked his mood.

Now.. to rest...

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Ok.. Let's see.



Mountains 3 motes.. 2 for the forest and 2 for the jungle.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

A sweet female voice, unfortunately lacking a body, could be heard out in the nowheres of space.

"Oh, my, this simply won't do. A lifeless lump of mud has a beautiful face, and I have none to call my own? And just look at her," she mused, "so stoic, as though she were supreior to Uburra-Namall. None are superior to me, and to prove it, I shall mock her, to her FACE."

The nothingness looked enviously at the land and soon took a shape, a LOVELY shape of her own, tressed in the indigo of the skies, decorated in the dawn, shod by the clouds and bathed in the most radiant light. She named this light, this glow, this preternatural (and as yet unknown) quality that she would use to mock the world, and perhaps even play tricks on her inhabitants, "beauty".

However, this beauty by itself didn't seem enough. It was wild and chaotic, and surely would be misunderstood and unappreciated in an amorphous form. It had to be shaped and molded into something that was shapely and curvaceous as the world below, and yet smaller, not as gawdy. Surely she would be more lovable than that frumpy world if she was less gawdy than it. Yes, indeed, this new form would have branches, as the trees, which she would call arms and legs (they seemed elegant-enough names). And some of this new form would flow as the ocean, and she would call this hair. And some of it would protrude from her as the mountains. These would be her curves, one pair set at the top in the front, one pair set at the bottom in the back. It was a lovely symmetry. And of course, there would be caves and other natural features as well (the names of which one could guess...). These would certainly make her a match for her rival, the world.

And if she came across the right materials, she could even make more like her. But of course, the process had to be fun. Uburra-Namaal narrowed the precious gems which she named 'eyes' and thought hard, thoughts coursing through the infinite- yet-finite space which she had concealed within her 'head' and called a 'mind'. She had to get to work on that...

"More like me, to mock this massively fat and ugly world into shame? Brilliant!" and her brilliant and lovely form zoomed off into the depths to hide from the face of the earth, so she could form a devious-enough plan to take down her totally-unreciprocating rival.

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Well.. Lets see.

I'm assuming that you turned the soil on the island to blight (Dead soil that nothing really grows on) which with your power and potency would cost say 1 mote? Just because killing the soil doesn't exactly change much about it. Unless you changed the topography of the island.

The eternal darkness around the island.. perhaps 2 motes.

Keep in mind though, once you make your people they have to go somewhere. A dead island of eternal darkness might not be the best place.

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Week two has started!

16 more motes in addition to what you have..

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This is the part where you make the world and change the landscape


I'd recommend you make a some magical creature.  

A shadow bat thing that stalks the dark island?

A few kraken to defend it?

Or something more paradoxical, Like a exquisite songbird that glows like a fallen star?

Or just make another island.. Might be expensive, but you have many motes!

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[Celadon's Penultimate]

Uburra-Namall soon returned from the depths of space to face her rival. She stared it down from just beyond the zenith of the atmosphere, a few miles off.

"Oh, how I despise newcomers to the Cosmos. She threatens to be much more beloved than I..."

However, something caught the eye of the lovely goddess in the middle of her rant.

"What's this?"

She turned her gaze downward slightly and focused in, a few miles down, past the atmosphere, past the clouds, past the trees, to see...little forms, about her same size, and many of them looked like the form that she had assumed from the nothingness!

"Hells, Perdition and ALL DAMNATION! The wretched world has caught on to me, and made little beings of her own! Is this form, this BODY, a joke to her?! I'll see just what this is about!" Uburra-Namall sputtered, petty jealousy cracking her voice slightly.

The goddess, only a slight twinkle in the sky to the forms that resided below, hurled herself down from the airless air of the firmament, down toward the surface of the world to make sure that her beautiful (and very acute) eyes hadn't deceived her. Her blazing majesty, in the night sky, in all its beauty and splendor, caused one of the forms to look up and cry,

"A STAR! It falls from the SKY!"

And indeed it did appear that way. Her voluptuous form enveloped in radiant light, the sheer speed of her descent. She seemed a marvel to behold.

When she finally DID land, however, it was nowhere near as marvelous. She crashed clumsily from space into the forest neighboring the beings she'd spied. No longer was she caressed by the spiraling, whirling winds of the upper air, no longer did the clouds look up at her in envy. Now the only thing that 'caressed' her lovely skin was a long, green leaf that dangled from the side of a plant. Now the skies looked down at her in condescendingly, with winds whispering about how stupid it was that she just tossed herself from the heights so carelessly.

'That was a very DUMB idea', Uburra-Namall contemplated regretfully, rubbing the back of her neck.

Adjusting herself to the weight she had acquired on the surface of this new world, she took a few minutes to stand up. However, by the time she finally DID make it to her feet, she was quite surprised. All around her, the beings she had witnessed from above, were now not only surrounding her, they were looking directly at her, marvelling.

They had hoped to see a star that had careened from the heavens; of course they expected it to be bright; if it was made of diamond, as some postulated, it would perhaps be a little chipped, or slightly dirty; if it was a shiny metal, as others had hypothesized, it would perhaps be a little dented by the impact.

Instead, of course, they saw this lovely being, voluptuous and radiant, and clothed in some substance they had never before seen or touched. Despite how new the substance was, however, it made Uburra-Namall's form seem very familiar to the beings who now inspected her, expecting that she was a star from above.

"The star! It has the form of a WOMAN!"

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Perhaps I've used a half-mote to fall from the sky with nary a scratch. I'm trying to conserve my divine motes for something a little more...suiting Uburra-Namall's domain

(for those of you who don't remember, she's goddess of love, sex , beauty, friendship, etc, etc.)

[Zaleramancer]

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So.. What exactly is talking to her?

 Confused..

[Celadon's Penultimate]

oh, don't be, it's only people.

Of course, humans are a new concept, and so she has to learn just what they are...

[667]

When the Omni had reached down into Erasmus' stasis, the immortal hadn't stirred a muscle. For relative eons, he'd watched from outside the new world's atmosphere, orbiting slowly, watching Dilim and Uburra-Namal and Rusmana shaping the rocky ball. Without a smile, he remembered the forests and mountains of other worlds. His gaze turned to the large landmass to the southeast of Dilim's blighted Sheol. This place could be the most fertile continent on the planet, if he was to act now.

Erasmus shook his stained coat and dropped like a rock from freefall.

He expended a little energy to keep from burning like a sheet of paper in the planet's atmosphere, and touched down in the middle of the continent. Erasmus stretched his wings and ruffled his feathers. He'd never been the strongest, but in his meditations, he'd stored up so much energy it was beginning to make even him restless.

With a powerful thrust downwards, he made the center of the continent buck like a mule beneath his feet and rise up into jagged peaks that would soften with the eons. The high mountains would provide a block for clouds on the windward side, providing abundant rainfall. He soared down to the land on that side and swept the tips of his feathers along the land, imbuing the soil with incredible amounts of nutrients--even as he passed, lichens began to colonize the land, followed by ferns. He turned as he reached the beach. In his long experience, the beach had never been a good place for growing things. Best to let that life develop inland and spread to the harsh sands.

He flapped up the mountain, spreading seeds of life up the side. This would eventually become a cloud forest, but for now it was pitiful lichens. All in time, though. He landed on the peak of the highest mountain with his manlike legs and saw the consequences of his blessings.

For every mountain, there will be a rain shadow. As the Vulture watched, the leeward side of the mountain cracked and baked under the sun. But even here, growing things and creeping things would not be totally blighted. As he watched, some of the forms of life wandered into the desert. They died, of course, but that was the way of things. Soon enough, their descendents wouldn't--and then the desert would bloom with its own kind of life.

From his perch, Erasmus could see Uburra-Namal consorting with some kind of two-legged talking thing. They hadn't made it here yet. He did hope that they were an intelligent folk, able to enjoy his little corner of the world with something like a mind.

He looked down on the plains below the cloud forests and watched the living things take shape.

(How much did I use? I'd say like 10--this is a pretty fecund land and he did almost divide a continent.)

[Zaleramancer]

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And where did these people come from?


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[Celadon's Penultimate]

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That IS the question...perhaps the Omni? I don't really care, just wanted her to come across some humans, in all honestly...
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[Zaleramancer]

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Ok, then..

It's just that SOMEONE had to make them, and with the mountains forming and the ground changing it might not be the safest time for them to be here.  

Anyways, 667 Id say 10 is good.

I do have something of an idea about what could of made them..

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[Celadon's Penultimate]

okay, go for it...

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Uburra-Namall blinked vacantly for a second...

"Woman? You mean this form isn't new, or original? You even have a name for it?"

"Yes" another of the beings spoke up, "Do you not have women where you come from? Up there?" He pointed up to the sky's expanses.

Uburra-Namall thought a second. She inspected her interrogators before even contemplating an answer. They were stange, and interesting to her. And though they claimed never to have seen her before, they seemed to be fairly intelligent. They had even caught on to her idea of 'beauty'; they were dirty, but definitely beautiful. Some had curves and long hair like her, while others were harder-looking, and had flatter fronts, and seemed sculpted and more powerful.

"I don't suppose I have any women where I come from...is that what you call yourselves? Women?"

The creatures looked to each other, then to her, with grins on their faces.

"Well, not ALL of us. They," he said gesturing to the more curvy ones, "are women. And we," he continued, gesturing to the other more powerful-looking ones like him, "are called men. We, as a group, are humans. People."

"And what are YOU, if not a woman?" a woman spoke up inquisitively.

Uburra-Namall thought to herself deeply, then looked to the curvier ones. She inspected them, and then herself. Her hair was somewhat longer, but other than that, they were pretty similar in nature, the goddess decided.

"If THEY are women, and I resemble them, then I suppose I am a woman as well. Or at least, close to being one. But, of course, FAR more lovely."

The men looked at their women, and then at her. To the women's dismay, they responded, "Of course."

[Zaleramancer]

In the somewhat near past...


Tired...  Rusmana thought. The traveling always bothered him. He was connected to the sky and weather, and it was disorientating and annoying to be separated from it.

But.. I can't just sleep, to many things to do.  He sighed tiredly. But, perhaps if I made an assistant..


He considered millions of forms and kinds. He wanted something aesthetically pleasing, something smart and inventive. Of course it would need wings. Winds whipped across the plains as he thought, still perched in his tree.

Slyphs? No, to flighty.. Harpies are to greedy.. Angels are to.. nice..  Sirens would be to distracted... Sphinxes? Hmmmm.. Smart, If cryptic. Powerful, trustworthy, and they have wings. If only they weren't so polite.  The hawk mentally rambled on.

He began to focus his energies, mentally composing the image of a sphinx. The picture began to mist into life as wind rushed to fill it.  The paws of a huge lioness landed on the ground, followed swiftly by the rest of it. However, in place of a lion's head there was the head of beautiful human female and wings like an eagles sprouted from her back. The Sphinx focused her powerful gaze on the hawk.

Rusmana began to speak to her in the cryptic and archaic language of the sphinxes, "Greetings glorious child of the desert winds and blazing sands, I am Rusmana, Lord of winds and King among Hawks. I have, with my power, drawn on my memory of your people and formed you."

The sphinx relaxed on the ground and responded with unshakable confidence, "Hail my lord Rusmana. I am Meskhenet. What need do you have of me?"

Great is my weariness, and long have I lived and labored. I wish for you to-"

"You wish for me to try my hand at your task for you, while you rest?"

"Indeed perceptive child of the sands."

Meskhenet examined her paws with boredom and responded, "My lord, for what reason should I commit myself to this endeavor?  You are merely my creator, My master you art not."

The Hawk's eyes bored into her as he said, "Surely even you have desires, name your reward. What do you wish to have in exchange for your loyalty?"

Her pretty face flashed a simile that reveled sharp teeth, "Immortality! Long are the years of the sphinx but longer still do I wish to live." She said reverently.

His eyes flashed dangerously, ''True immortality is beyond my ability to give." The sphinx opened her mouth to respond. "However", He interrupted. "I shall make it so that you live as long as this world does. Mountains will rise and fall, but you remain unchanged. Meskhenet, Destiny, are you sure this is your desire? Immortality is not without its sorrows."

She spared him a glance as she said slyly, "I care not. Immortalize me."

With the barest flicker of Rusmana's wing, the air around her began to glow. Then suddenly, the glow seemed to infuse her! For the merest second, she glowed like a rising sun.

"Two with a single move." Rusmana said gleefully. "I have both given you your wish and infused you with some of my own power. Use it with wisdom."

The Sphinx rose from the ground and stretched like a cat. "Of course, my lord. Enjoy your dreams, I will awaken you if anything comes to my attention that you need to know."


She gave the closest thing a proud Sphinx could give to a bow and leap into the air. She was soon soaring above the plains, gazing at the mountain range and the forests. On a whim she descended towards the forests.  As she flew over the trees, she let out a sigh of annoyance.

My lord has rushed, it seems. She thought as she stared at the trees. Half the trees were incomplete, only half there. Others were barkless, or had roots instead of branches. She reached for the power Rusmana had given her and nearly dropped form the shock. So much? I could grow a whole new forest with this much power!

With a new degree of glee she began to let the power flow out of her, correcting mistakes. Bark grew, trees completed themselves, animals were healed. She labored for a great deal of time, often stopping to rest or hunt. She sighed. No wonder he was tired. , The Sphinx thought as she flew north over unfinished jungles.

The Sphinx labored through the genesis of Uburra-Namall's new form and  the darkness of Dilim. She had worked hard, and loyally. She had gouged out a river from the rugged mountains to the deep blue western seas. She had made grass grow, and covered the plains with hordes of buffalo and plains creatures. She had even turned the north-western most part of the continent into an desert, filled with desert creatures. However, what she considered her crowning achievement was her making of humans! From the her sleeping master's memories, she had drawn their shapes. They had nearly drained away the power her master had given her, but she had managed.

She had told them she was a servant of the weather god and left them in the southern forests. Then, she watched with eagerness. Because humans were troublesome but highly entertaining.


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Hows that? Do you mind making her landing near on Rusmana's land near the forests?

So lets do the mote draining math.

I have 30 motes...

-2 for the sphinx

-1 for her immortality (Ish)

-22 of my motes given to her to use..

  -3 for all the fixing
  -3 for the plains and animals there.
  -2 for the river.
  -3 for the desert and animals.
  -5 for some humans.

Meskhenet has 6 then..

Rusmana has 5

That was expensive....

By the way, 667 could you try to edit the map to show your changes? Because I dunno what exactly you want..

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[667]

==The dotting represents extremely fertile soil. Think pre-settler Western US.==