The 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. With his will decided, the Omni called out into the divine realms. His call reached the ears of a multitude and they descended on the infant realm. Many wrought changes in it by their mere arrival.


The Omni 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..

[Zaleramancer]

Everyone starts with 20 points. OOC (Out Of Character) will be in ().

Have fun!

[GreenDay]

(What about my land? I just have no idea how to use Paint, or post pictures from it.)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(I'm guessing that should be in parentheses; speaking of which, we start off automatically with the main god we control, right?)

[Zaleramancer]

(Out Of Character talk goes in (These) Ok?)

(I'll add your land as soon as you create it on this thread, in character.)

[Zaleramancer]

(Yes. We're also in the first age now.)

[GreenDay]

(OK)

[GreenDay]

I, Naturanial, the entity of Nature, begin creating my land. Along the coast, a grand mountain range forms. I turn a part of the land into and island, which I fill with vegetation and a volcano. Near the island, I create a large maelstrom, for amusement.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I raise Mountains to the South and Southwest. A Forest sprouts up on the Eastern half of the land and a River trickles down from the Mountains and divides the Forest.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(CRAP, you're so much better at that than me... Okay, so then I'll start creating Uburra-Namall's land)

Meanwhile, as the rest of the world was forming, and facing its conflicts, Uburra-Namall was busy at work. She found a nice unclaimed bit of ocean, and decided it would be more than satisfactory for her purposes. With that, time to start creating.

Delicate female hands curled and curved and twisted the air around her. The waters bubbled, boiled, churned and sloshed. The sun ignited a flame in her hand, and the air's particles coalesced in her wake to make solid ground for her to stand on. With a subtle flick of her forearm, stretches of land expanded out to occupy the once-empty spaces on the ocean. She looked out to see that this was satisfactory, but it was taking far too long. It needed her special touch to hasten the process.

And so, Uburra-Namall got to thinking. Thinking like she never thought before in this lifetime. Thinking thoughts she'd only dreamed during her time of nonexistence. She imagined every crack and crevice that she wanted her new island to have, and just where it would be. She imagined the rich black dirt, that would expand until the brown bases of the mountains, which would expand until the green of the plains and the darker green of the forests. She imagined the blue of the waters, and all manner of the creatures which would occupy her lands.

Oh, the creatures. There would be some that lived in the air, like Rusmana (his form would be perfect if only it took a little more beautifying; she would handle that problem with her new creations). Some would live on the plains, and hunt others. Some would be so small, they would creep in the grass. Others would live in the water, and still others would live amongst her favorite creations, the humans. Some would be malevolent, some benevolent, but all would be beautiful; art from the very peak of her immense imagination, and subject only to the judgment of she and the Omni.

But for now, she would be stuck with empty land. Just in case she were to think of some last-minute adjustment, or were to have some last-minute slip of the temper (those she'd need to take care of in advanced); heaven forbid her precious creations be subject to her wrath before they'd even been given time to do something to deserve it.

And so, in less than a day's time, the land was, for the most part, crafted. A few mountain ranges, a few forests, a few plains. A few lakes, a few rivers. Not breaking the slightest sweat, Uburra-Namall stood akimbo on the highest mountain, and called out, "THIS IS MINE! I MADE IT FOR MYSELF!" and formed the snow of the mountain's peak into a temporary bed, with which she would enjoy the view of the beauty she had so beautifully planned out.

[jester_of_god]

......."How the heck did I get here"

Jester "We're playing a game, and for now, your my minion"

"....right ,so what can I do then."


"THe usual stuff, your manipulation and your hands are working again."

"Great, so what can I do?"

"Nothing at the moment. I need to rack up points so I can get our civilization of monsters back."

"....Right, do you mind if I explore the."

"Go ahead."


OOC: Okay so I've made myself a god, demigod. And Jester is the main one......may god have  mercy on our souls."

Jester: HEy

OOC; Okay sorry, well back to the subject at hand, how much points did I just use up creating the god of creation and destruction in he form of a teenager and setting him loose on the planet?

[Zaleramancer]

(Ten)

[jester_of_god]

OOC: Just ten, Sweet. Okay then how much would it cost to get my entourage of the four Gargoyles back?

[Zaleramancer]

(Look under "Create Mythical Creature" on the first post of the other thread.)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(How many do I have left? )

[neogenetica]

Aetherian looks at the Island, hmmm, very satisfactory, now time to make my race. With slim limbs and digits extended the very air seems to curve and fold in on itself. Each glimmer of light that flowed along the gossamer structure took form into a shape much like Aetherian's himself. Ahhh, with his godly imagination twisting the very fabric of reality to his whim many beings took shape. Slender, lithe, and slim they resembled him in feature and in imagination. I shall name these, the Aetheri.

[Zaleramancer]

(Read the first post, 8)

[GreenDay]

I look around and realize, I need a helper. I create a minor god to assist me, named Condimorian, and I grant him Earth an Nature powers. I then, along with his help, filled the land with a lush forest in the South and a thick jungle in the North, seperated by a wide rushing river that flows from the mountains and the bay to the far edge of the island, where I make a semicircle of small islands around a bay where it empties.

[Zaleramancer]

(You made a race?)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

( CRAP...

Well, if I made some people and creatures would it bankrupt me?)