The Lords Of Creation (Story)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The War Machine launches another volley of explosives at the Dragon's feet.

[GreenDay]

Finally having everything prepared, the plan is put into action. A wall a little behind the front seals the tube off with crystal, creating a crystalline orb filled with lava near the end. It is then loosened, so as only to be connected to the main tube by a small fragile line of crystal. The steam is then released explosively through a tube, firing the orb of lava away. The end of the cyclone detaches as it flies off, connecting to it. As it flies through an opening in the wall of water, it is struck by lightning, causing the water and steam in the thin outer layer to be charged, creating a miniature storm. Where it hits the dragon, it explodes, violently discharging everything. Charged crystal shards embed themselves in the dragon, while lava flows over an area, and a miniature storm cloud covers another part. It is then also struck by lightning from the other side, while in the front a tidal wave assaults it, and it is hindered by the cyclones and water spouts at it's feet. While this is going on, Bromat and Cromon are preparing another shot.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Miles away, the monster was still easily in sight. It turned around, and it was eye to eye with Jassi. The closer they got to it, the angrier Jassi got. Soon enough, the storm that built on Vram's island was trailing them, full force.

She pulled an arrow from her quiver and drew the bow, reinforcing it with the very essence of her righteous indignation. The skies overhead seemed to murmur grim agreement with her. This beast had to be destroyed.

"Steady the chariot, Jissei. I want my aim to be true."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Locali prepares to launch a cluster of larger explosives.

[Zaleramancer]

It felt pain.

More pain than it had felt in the thousands of years that it had spend sleeping. Sleep had weakened it. Made it lethargic and easily confused. This new pain awakened age old instincts.

It roared.  

Minor typhoons began to form as water rushed from his massive body. The air vibrated from the mere sound of it.  The earth shook and animals from miles around fled. The gods themselves suddenly found staying in the air a difficult prospect.

It felt rage... And hunger.

Wounds healing, the massive beast lunged at the nearest immortal, mouth wide in hopes of appeasing his unending hunger.

[GreenDay]

Seeing the beast open it's mouth, Bromat and Cromon quickly launched several of the orbs into the gaping maw, hoping to harm it from the inside.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The air was turbulent from the pure power of the monster's terrible voice. Jissei yanked back on the reins of their chariot, and flew higher to get a better angle for Jassi.

And Jassi looked up to the skies. She hearkened to the heavens, for they spoke to her now, louder than ever. And when she could hear it speak, they hearkened to her as well.

The skies roared viciously, in response to the dragon's wicked defiance. The seas sloshed about, wrathful that this aberration crossed its currents. Even the earth began to quake in protest, but Uburra-Namall quelled its anger, for the animals had no need to pay for the dragon's vile crime.

"Hearken to me, O roaring heavens. Storm winds gather all about. Nature's forces all take heed, to drive the wicked serpent out!"

She pulled back her bow again, and this time the arrow was different even than before. It held the essence not only of her righteous fury, but also the pressure of the depth of the sea, and the lightning and winds which ruled the air, and power enough to shake the land all to pieces.

It even held the power to bring wounds that would not repair. She looked over to her brother, amazed.

"Don't be surprised..." Jissei responded nonchalantly, "I am one of the forces of nature as well. And I am always on your side."

With that, she knew her arrows would hit. She launched one after another, and soon became proficient, launching three at a time. Each one hitting with more force than even before.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The War Machine begins to shift as a large cannon, far larger than the others, emerges from the main hull. The massive cannon aims itself towards the Dragon and fires. A scatter shot of Quartz fragments, explosives and other deadly sharpnel explodes from the cannon straight into the Dragon.

[jester_of_god]

".....darn it I've got to do something....Got it."Creation..focusing.......... MIk Hael holds both of his hands together and begins focusing, soon an unstable mass begins to grow between his hands and quickly increase in mass. While he is destracted the dragons paw begins to come down on his location. Only to be suddenly shot asside by a black blur. The new god fell to the ground and let losoe a maniaal roar before  Darting towards the beast again. It was reptillian, with Jagged black horns sprouting for it's head along with an outcropping \of black hair. Bat like wings sprouted from his back, and his fingers were tipped with black claws.

Jester: Hah, it looks like my new creation is doing nicely. You have no Idea how long it took for me to design this one. "Glances over at Mik Hael who is still in a trance. Then shrugs" Say high to your new brother, Haos. The god of darkness and devilry.

The God roars again ripping the shadows themselves out of the surrounding obects, weilding them as a bladed weapon, and cutting a large gash through the dragons under belly wrenching it open with the shadows and halting the healing process.

Jester:....He'll take some getting use to.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Vram makes a mental note to monitor the Jester's newest creation should it become troublesome.

[neogenetica]

All the gods under Aetherian were moving swiftly through the air manipulating their respective domains to attack and defend. Aetherian twisted the Aether in intricate patterns to direct energy at the dragon, however it needed to be finished off as quickly as possible. At a signal Orelion and Achelyai moved apart from the battle and Achelyai pulled out a strange device.  He spoke into it and they gazed upward towards the heavens. A small blinking light soared through the upper atmosphere, the rocket Vimana that they had launched earlier. As they watched it shot forth a great missile that roared downward, glinting in the light like a massive metal thunderbolt it glided into the dragon's nostril as it was distracted.


 They paused with nervous apprehension for the weapon's activation...........







With a sound that surpassed all others since the world's creation the product of technology and alchemy released the light of thousands of suns as all the power in the world seemed to to rock the very ground and churn the oceans in primeval waves. The very heavens trembled as clouds parted and the sound echoed across it's expanse.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The heat from the blast hit the War Machine like a wall. Vram and Locali were shielded from the blast by the War Machine's thick plates, but the outside of the great machine melted quickly in the intense heat. The joints melted into immobile chucks of bronze. The War Machine sputtered and finnaly slept.

[Zaleramancer]

The dark dragon fell under the divine assault of the furious immortals. The titanic bomb was the final nail in the coffin of the great beast.  

It began to fall. Flesh quite literally dissolving into a dark smoke, the endless hunger guttering out. The sea covered the rapidly shrinking beast. The winds calmed and the earth began to still.

The world was at peace again.

The Omni gazed down on the immortals and was pleased. They had proved themselves.

May the second age of the world begin.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

With the threat of the Dragon gone from the world, Vram and Locali returned to their land. They left the Great War Machine on the battle field for it had been rendered useless now. Soon they would return to reclaim it and fix it, but for now it was better off where it lay.

With the coming of the new age Vram Felt that the land he called home was missing a certain spark that the creatures did not possess. They were his creations, but they were missing a greater intelligence. They did not possess the creativity and ingenuity that he possessed and they were not aware of him.

Vram quickly began work on a new creature, a more intelligent creature. Vram lowered himself to his land. In a large clearing within the forests that covered his land he stood. Under his influence the earth shifted upwards at hundreds of points within the clearing. Pillars of earth began to form. The pillars contorted and shifted until they resembled Locali. When all of the new forms had been created Vram reached inside himself and brought forth a piece of his very essence. He placed a fragment within each of the forms and gentle blew life into each one.

As each new being came to life color flowed into their faces and all traces of their earthy origins left their skin. They moved slowly at first, unsure of themselves until Vram called them together and spoke.

"I have created you and you are my children. You are as much a part of me as I am of you. Now go forth and live upon this land. It is for you."

Vram left his new creations to grow and returned to his home with Locali where together the brought forth a new deity. Their combined powers brought into being a Goddess of Architecture to guide the new race's attempts to shelter themselves. Her name was Archia. The three deities watched as the new race began to grow.

[Zaleramancer]

The deep caverns of the underworld stank of sorrow and regret. It was here that the wretches of the afterlife were sent, Those who had broken the most fundamental laws of the world. Here they would stay until they atoned themselves under the stern eyes of the dark god.

Here, in this bleak and cold place, crouched a figure wrapped in chains. In his life, he had been a warlock, commander of mighty powers. Now he lay here helpless and alone. This warlock had broken one of the most fundamental laws of nature. Through colossal displays of mystic strength, he had sought to live forever. His plans were soon destroyed by the god Mik Hael, who had easily defeated him and condemned the warlock's soul to the underworld.  

The warlock was well aware that he would wait here, shivering and hungry, for centuries before the dark god absolved him of his sins. However.. The dark god was not the only one to walk these caverns. Others walked, when it suited them.

"Hello, Tiny Mage", A sibilant voice lilted out from the darkness.

"W-who ar-" The frighten warlock began.

"That is not important now. Just think of me as.. a friend." The red goddess laughed.

The warlock glanced around, afraid that this was sort of cruel trick.

"Don't worry, Tiny Mage, I only want to help. You don't want to stay in this place, do you?"

"N-no." Said the warlock, still unsure of what was happening.

"Then.. What would you say if I could help you leave?.."

The warlock froze, wordless at the thought of being able to leave this forsaken place.

" I thought as much..", The voice chuckled. You can return to your studies, continue to learn without ever worrying about death again.. Would you like that?

No sooner than the thousands of agreements left his mouth, the voice spoke again.

.. But.. I cannot offer such a gift for free. I need something from you, Tiny Mage. , The voice paused.

"I will give you anything that I have left. J-just to leave this place."

 Excellent..  

The sound of the voice was soon lost as the deep caverns began to whistle with wind. The warlock felt himself grow lighter, until he was hardly there. The wind embraced him in cold claws and rushed the soul through the twisted tunnels. He saw a great darkness ahead and closed his eyes in fear.

Then.. His body felt heavy and he was surrounding in dark water. Instinct took over and the formerly dead warlock tore his way through the obsidian water towards the surface. Thick robes weighted him down as he struggled onto shore. Around him, nothing there was nothing but the inky waters of the lake and the pale waving grass.

"Where.."

I'm not sure the lake has a proper name. Most refer to it as the entrance to the underworld. The Lake of the Dead.   

The warlock continued to stare at the swiftly stilling waters.A reflection caught his eye. It was.. a mummified corpse dressed in elaborate robes and staring out of the lake. Shaking with disbelief, he glanced down at his hands.

The corpse was him.

"What have you done?! I'm nothing more than a moving corpse!" He shouted around, glancing for the source of the voice.

Tiny mage, I never promised you life. Only escape... If you are unhappy with this, I can return you with a word.  Hummed the voice in a distinctly malicious tone.

"N-no." The warlock sagged where he stood. "I owe you something for this, don't I? What do you want? My soul?"

Your soul is already mine, Tiny mage. The Dark God allows me such things, in order to appease me., The voice paused.

"Who are you? I wish to know whom I am forced to serve.", The warlock said harshly.

Be proud, Tiny mage. You serve none other than one of the divine. I am Jaria.

"You are not one of the gods of the Aetheri."

There are many gods that you know not. The fair goddess Uburra-Namall rules over a lovely land to the north. To the east there is the sprawling lands of the nature god and his kin. Then to the south there is the crafting god, Varm and his people. And of course, the chaotic Jester and Mik Hael. I'm sure you know of him.  The voice chuckled.

Anger surged through the warlock at the mention of Mik Hael, who had defeated him and dragged him the underworld.

 But, I digress. I believe we were on the topic of what you could do for me. 

Recall your kin, the Aetheri. You will go among them. I wish to have followers, so subvert them. Convince some of them that I am more desirable a deity than there shining gods.

"This is desirable? I am dead, yet I move. Who would want this?!"

It is more desirable than you know. Consider this. You need not fear age, or hunger. You need not stop for sleep and age will not touch you. Despite your appearance, you have strength of form that any of your kin could only dream of. Your arcane studies can go on for decades without anything interrupting them.

As the warlock stood there, considering what Jaria had said, something began to happen. A ripple appeared on the lake and soon something flew from the waters. Floating in the air was a small bone, seemingly a tooth of some beast long since dead.

Take this with you. I have invested power in it, so that it will cloak you from the eyes of the shining gods of the Aetheri.  

The tooth continued to float before coming to rest in the warlock's hand. He glanced at it before placing it in one of the pockets of his voluminous robes.

"And how shall I reach my homeland? And what shall I call myself? My old name is no doubt reviled."

Are you not a warlock? You magic shall work in this world.

As for your name...  I shall call you Ahken. 

The being known as Ahken bowed once to the voice of Jaria. Ahken spoke a word and a glowing vimana began to form.

As the endless grasslands speed by under him, the warlock promised to himself that he would be free from this goddess of blood.

Jaria watched her minion leave. Her divine form soon materialized.

She loved to play with her minions. It was so much fun when they thought they could fight back.

All in all, this has been a success.  

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Vram watched as his creations expanded from a ragged camp to a small town and then to a sprawling city. The made him proud with their ingenuity and creativeness when the crafted and built. They blended their magics with crafting to make wonders and amazing items.

When they needed to lift things that they could not with their slender bodies they built magical earthen creations called golems to do the lifting for them. They built intricate systems of robes and pullys to move materials when building and they carved magnificent statues to commemorate their teacher, the god of Crafting.

When they needed to move quickly they learned from Locali and produced wagons. They learned from Archia when they wished to create great temples for worship.

[jester_of_god]

While sitting in a tree waiting for another ordrer I sense a ripple in the field of creation.  "Ah D@(Y) it. Someone's risen the dead." O prepear to alter my soul stel into a weapon and go to the location I felt the disturbence when suddenly a cold presence appears to my left.
     "Not this tim Mik Hael." The god of death appeard on the ground below me emitting a thick veil of wrything black smoke, "I have made a deal with the other god, they have my permission."
    "That doesn't matter."I say leaping to the ground. "Things I destroy need to remain destroyd, I will not allwo this mockery of my domain"
     "If you wish for our deal to remain intact you will."The death god dissapeared after that fading away into the air.
     I seathed with anger, ever since the beggining I had been looked down upon...one day I shall. "Crack." What the heck? I look down into the pocket of my cloak and pull out the egg that I had obtained from the giant bug. It was starting to hatch. Seconds later it shattered into  peics and sitting on the ground before me was a wraithlike child spirit. "huh, I wonder what you....NO BAD SPIRIT, STOP TRYING TO EAT MY FACE!!!!"

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Jester:
      "It is time. for my plan to begin." The JEster thrust his hand into the ground at the center of his continent and a row of mountains rose along its edges, creating a large wall. As he pulled his hand upward a giant tree began to sprout glowing in mystical energies. Seconds later the energies began to condense themselves into small orbs, from which small creatures began to emerge. Quickly growing in size. "Welcome my servants, you are the Aetherians. And I am the Jester. From this day onward you shall go out throughout the world and absorb all information that you can. Growing in intelligence and power until you become a civilization.
      Most advanced Aetherian at the time: "Grargh?"
     "....but first I suppose that you need a baby sitter until then. Now where did i last send Mikhael."
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God of Malevolence.

"...." he snapped his fingers and a sea fo fire errupted around the lower left island. The god then sat in his mountain hole. staring out upon creation with an infinite hatred.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

As the Miscreas grew and expanded Archia began to form an idea. She brought this Idea to Vram. She spoke of a great building containing vast amounts of knowledge and information. A peacful building where all races could come to learn. It would be an incredable feat requiring the help of several gods.

They would build a grand library.

[neogenetica]

Once the gods had returned to the island those Aetheri who had went into the innermost cities or space began to return to their homes. That dragon Just shows us how much this island could be endangered, Aetherian muttered, it appears that if it were not for the cooperation of other then.......no, best not to think of it. He gazed out to the cities and watched the sky shimmer as Tiemalyai rejoined the island with the rest of time. If the Aetheri are to continue to grow then our pantheon must do so as well. New gods must be created. He turned and once again subjugated the Aether and Ether for a new deity to be born. Colors danced in gentle hues as the air wavered and white streamers and orbs of light joined into a a new form. The orbs melded into one another as the joining and curving lines began to wrap together. Other colors folded in around the forms, pitch black, palest gray, and other such shades joined. At last the form seemed to ripple and seamlessly meld all of it's components as features grew. Like the other gods this one bore auburn hair and fine features, however as it opened it's eyes the irises were a socking amber color that looked almost unnatural. You shall bear the name of Spiralyai, the god of Spiritual Manifestation. Go now and watch over the people, choosing in which way the supernatural entities and waves of this world appear and affect the world.

Now Aetherian once more set out to create a god. The subtle forces of the world seemed to be drawn into this new form as multi colored light shone out from it's undeveloped form. The air hummed as increasing power emanated from the god. This one shall require something unique, something that dwells outside of the common realm of natural things. As he spoke he considered what it was until he found what he was looking for. The power emanating from the form seemed to fold into it and circulate in a loop throughout it's existence. With a shudder that moved out an multiple planes of perception the new god rose. Auburn hair to mark him as one of the pantheon, but as his eyes were flun open shining golden irises with a black and violet ring around them stared out into creation. There is creation, and there is destruction, Aetherian intoned, but you shall represent a new phase of things, you will be the raiser of the forgotten, reviver of the lost. You shall be Recarinai, the god of Reincarnation and Rebirth.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Despite the fact that the nature of things was going rather well in Uburra-Namall's extraplanar lair, she and her siblings were more than happy to return to the mortal plane. When they made landfall on their mountain home, they were greeted by Vai, Khadai's handmaiden of Pride.

She knelt before Uburra-Namall and said her salutations, with her six sisters gathering behind her.

Uburra-Namall returned her daughter's salutations and asked, "You have news for me?"

"Yes, milady. My sisters and I would like to know...our jobs are fulfilled with the animals and the flying and swimming and creeping things of this land; but certainly we are meant for greater jobs than tending to them."

Uburra-Namall shrugged, and Vai continued, "However, this leaves us all perplexed. I am Pride, but you all are immaculate. Prasim is Greed, but you have it all; you want for nothing. Desra is lust, but any lover you desire after would easily be yours. Eda is Gluttony, but you eat only when you desire it. Nasta is Wrath, but YOUR wrath is insurmountable. Slomna is Sloth, but your stamina endures forever. Indiva is envy, but who have you to be jealous of?"

Uburra-Namall looked to Vai and the others, "What is this to mean? You would like to mingle among lesser beings? Among the subjects I am soon to create?"

Vai made certain to put her suspicions to rest, "We wish to mingle among those who would benefit from our services. We want only to please you...I know you would be proud to see your subjects offering you praise and adoration. And who would we be to deny you that?"

"Mortal men would burn in their lust for you..." Desra chided sweetly.

Indiva added, "And women would be sick with envy of you..."

"And I would gladly be your emissary, Lord Jissei..." Nasta volunteered, a wicked grin growing.

"And your enemies would grow fat and homely..." Eda added.

"And lazy..." yawned Slomna.

"And be consumed with desire for your unattainable treasures..." smiled Prasim.

Uburra-Namall chuckled, with the thought in mind, "Indeed you ARE my daughters, young temptresses...but still, who would I be, as an agent of love, to harm poor mortals with your effects? How could I live with myself?"

Prasim strode up to the Mistress, Slomna trudging slowly behind her. The two began gently massaging either shoulder, and Prasim whispered sweetly, "Dear lady, we desire only to be of service. To pamper you. To please you, and treat you to the luxury you deserve...rest, Mistress, rest..."

Greatly tempted by the proposition of others living out entertaining and exciting lives for her to enjoy, observe and patrol, the elder goddess sunk down into her cloud-soft couch, enjoying her pampering to the utmost. How much she enjoyed the idea of being adored and respected by these lesser beings to come. And so...it was settled. She would begin immediately to contemplate how she wanted them to look.

Aesthetic, good-looking things, no doubt. Females within the height range of she and her sisters (and her daughters), males about the height of Jissei. Shape perhaps could vary, but pretty much in the same range as well. Hair color and eye color perhaps posed the only true challenge. A rainbow of aesthetics pranced through her mind as appealing skin colors. An entire spectrum seemed lovely and handsome as hair colors. And eye colors could be nearly any, Uburra-Namall thought.

And so that would be that. Whatever colors came to mind would clothe her lovely creations. Some blue, some red, some green, some spotted, some striped, some dappled; but very seldom would these new people come across a dull color, or a hue that matched another. Perhaps she would even allow colors to indicate the good within; their personality, their talents, who they are compatible to mate with.

Oh, the mating to be done...for them, she would think of some very...creative ways to keep them interested in reproducing. They would be the smartest things on the island, and able to make their home in many environments, and cunning, and capable of many new skills that other creatures simply did not have. Not even others of their same intellect.

They would be, by far, her best creation. And by the time she would be finished imagining, they would be--

She stopped her brainstorming, as a sound came from below. The others thought to rush to battle stations, to fend off the intruders, but Uburra-Namall stayed them...A smile crept slowly across her face, and she was pleased to hear that her very imaginings had already come to fruition! Below her, a tribe of dancing, naked tribesmen and tribeswomen, calling out to greet and praise their creator.

And when she had made things ready and presentable, she would go down to greet them. Time to make them civilized.

(Ten [10] points minus eight [8] for Create Race, leaving me with two [2] points)