The Lords Of Creation (Story)

[GreenDay]

I look down at my land from my crystal tower, and watch the animals. I watch the plants. I watch the weather. I watch the the spirits of the animals and plants drifting away. Suddenly, I remember the plant samples I picked up from the forest I saved. I throw them into the air, and they form a cloud that then descends, covering a large area of the forest and jungle. I then make them grow, and see huge trees and great vines sprout from the ground. They tower over the other vegetation, and look like giants. They are scattered and random, which gets me thinking. The plants and animals should have different areas where they flourish, and areas where they are uncommon. I then used my powers to shift them around, and thus created what I call, "biomes". (I think this should give me at least 3 points.) I then take this idea, form it into a ball of life and divine energy, and launch it into the sky, where it explodes into a multitude of green sparkles, which then settle over the world. It will not be as immediate, but, over time, the plants and animals will rearrange themselves, and form these new "biomes". After completing that, I notice that some of the plant are not growing as well, while ones at the river and shore are. I then use my powers to create underground passages, which are then filled with water from the ocean and lakes and rivers. These run a little under the forests and jungles, giving them water. I then use some of the empty ones to fill with lava from the volcano. I then alter the life energy around the "biomes" some to change the weather, giving different biomes different climates. Looking at this and finding it satisfactory, I then turn towards the islands around the bay. On each one, I planted one exotic seed from my garden at the base of the tower. These plants have special powers, and will quickly populate the individual islands with their spawn. On the volcanic island by the maelstrom, I create different, exotic, new breeds of life, that would help give color to this new, growing planet.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I become bored with watching my land and create a new species of Mythical Creature. I create the Vyoculos a small drago-like creature with crystal eyes.

[jester_of_god]

      Okay maybe talking to myself outloud is a bad habbit afterall. It appeas that the thing actually took notice of me......there goes the element of surprise. I look up just in time to see a giant clawed oddly humanoid hand raching down towards me that's the size of your average house. "Ah d@)* it" I summersault backwards just before the claed hand hits the ground creating a huge crater. When it pulls it's hand back up I see that there are several large holes where it's fingers went through, but I didn't feel any bloodlust or killing intent..."great this things just curious and it's already generating enough raw power in each of it's movements to destroy a mountain....I've got to get rid of this thing fast."

       I leap  back into a tree behind me and ready my chain, kcasting it out into the air  in front of me and forcing it to continue gliding until it latched onto one of the creatures arms.  I then swung upward, landing onto the creatures back high above the treeline, and rammed my sword directly into it's carapass.......the following sound that was heard could only be described as a mix between a bloodcurdling scream of pure pain, a teenage girls cry of suprise and joy, and an insects buzz, but I didn't have toime to dwell on it because the thing swiped me in the face hard enough to send me flying back into the mountain range before flying off....It's annoying when your bodies indestructable, yeah you don't feel pain, but you end up finding yourself burried thirteen feet inside of a newly formed mountain cave....just great. Out of the corner of my eye I catch my chain gliding along the floor, and without thinking I grab onto it, immediately being hoisted into the air behind the creature.

"Enough of this, I know anyone who sees me at this point will probably die but screw it, I'll fix it later." ......I closed my eyes and concentrated on discarding the mortal form and revelaed my true shape.i won't go into detail, I don't like to, I'll just say that it was immediately dragged to the ground, and looked at me in pure fear with all thirty of it's eyestalks, it was time to end this anyway. I grab the cahin in my left hand and pull the beat towards me, arching my sword in the flames of destruction just before decapitating it, the souls poured out of the gaping hole, but they won't escape, I formed the chain into a net and captured all or them, condenscing both of us back to a more managable size. Before I walked off to return my bounty to the dark, A.K.A stuck up one I caught a glimpse of a small, well large at this size, round white object....itwas a spirit egg....eh whatever I'll keep it, I might as well, it's not on my list today anyway.

[Zaleramancer]

A dark crow soared across the sky. Flying high over the northern jungles created by the life giving power of Naturanial. After circling twice over a spot, it descended with lightning speed. Brushing past branches and vines with ease, the crow began to grow larger. By the time it reached the ground, it was not a crow at all. She was a pale woman dressed in dark clothing.

"This is suitable." She said. The woman was in fact, the Jaria, Goddess of Blood and Sacrifice. She had been pulled here with the dark god Ahmret. Jaria was less than happy about the fact.

"Being cut off is.. irritating." The Goddess mused to herself, gazing upwards from the shadowy undergrowth as large insects and colorful birds scattered through the upper branches. "Time to scope out my competition."  Jaria glanced around, then walked slowly towards a large leaf. The bowl shape of the leaf had held rain water, offering her a perfect method of scrying on her other Divine.. companions?

Jaria brought a knife from her belt and cut her thumb, allowing a single drop of her divine blood to fall into the pool of water. "Show me."

Images flashed across the water.

The beautiful figure of Uburra-Namall lounging on a snowy peak was first. "A goddess of beauty?" She murmured, making a note to leave that particular goddess alone. In her experiences, those fair gods of beauty and love were often the most vicious and cunning. Even if they tried to hide it.

Then came the visage of Naturanial and his subordinate in a crystal tower. A much more elaborate abode than one would expect from a green god. Considering she was in his territory, the goddess decided to not antagonize him overtly. Trees were a nuisance when mobile.

A new figure made himself apparent. Aetherian god of the Aether. A esoteric god. Jaria decided to mark him up as useless, In her own experience, the physical reigned supreme- and her domain lay heavily in the physical. Then she noticed another. This goddess Orelion of order. The bloody goddess could practically feel the other goddess's aura of order bleeding into the surroundings.

After a few seconds, the images changed again. The crafting god Varm faded into sight. He seemed to be plotting something. Despite his apparent passiveness, Jaria considered him a threat. Gods like him could often make things that could harm even beings of divine nature. Swords to slay and prisons to hold them.

Then a new image practically jumped onto the water. A new pair of gods. The chaotic Jester and Hael of Creation and Destruction. After viewing his battle with the enormous bug-ghast, Jaria smiled. She liked this one's style. That didn't change the fact that he seemed very capable of taking out many many other gods, even in his weakened state.

"So many threats. It's rather annoying." The blood goddess said as she waved over the water. "Time to begin my own plot."

" A quest for power. As always."

[jester_of_god]

 .....While lounging in a tree I suddenly feel like I was hit in the back of the head by a giant hammer or back hand. "WHAT THE FEAKING HECK." I turned around to see what had happened but there was nothing behind me excet for a few frightened forest animals...."Okay, eithe rI've completely lapsed into insanity or something of vast power and importance was suddenly brought into existance....ah great, another new god..."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

While watching my land I begin to think of the other gods. We do not seem to interact much unless there is a pressing matter. So, to promote beneficial interactions between us I begin to think of a plan.

The first step to my plan includes Naturanial. I go to visit Naturanial with a proposition.

"Seeing as our lands are so close together I propose a beneficial partnership to build a grand structure. What do you say to building as grand bridge to connect your land to mine? It will be magnificent, a glorious symbol to both you and me. We shall work together to create it. What say you?"

[neogenetica]

Aetherian stood upon the air, surveying his land. As he did so he took note of a presence, one of blood and sacrifice, one that can only be sated by power and supremacy. He new that he was being scryed on from presumably another goddess by the fact that he could sense the curved and cohesive lens of thought and divine energy through which he was watched. He felt himself be surveyed closely and then abruptly felt the attention shift to the part of the island that Orelion was visiting. After this I must make a few changes to the Aether and Ether, it is bothersome to be scryed upon when you are considering the future of your land.


Orelion walked among the lush jungle that Aetherian had created on the island. Flower's petals shifted and arranged themselves when she neared and the very air seemed to bend and twist into an organized pattern. As she was walking she felt a slight tingle upon her neck, she recognized it as scrying only because of who was doing so. Some horrible being of blood and sacrifice watched her. She frowned and moved on, the feeling leaving after a few steps.

[GreenDay]

I watched the goddess of blood and sacrifice descend into my land, trying to not be noticed. I noticed her, as her presence disturbed the life energy in the area. I sensed her scrying on me, then felt her attention shift elsewhere. Soon after, the god of crafting, Vram, appeared, and proposed the idea of a grand bridge connecting our two lands. I agreed, on the condition that it would be a natural bridge, of earth and nature, that would have trees and vegetation on the sides, and a path through the center. Me and my companion rose it from the ocean, and I covered it in vegetation. Afterwards, I set out towards where that goddess of blood was, to meet with them, and tell them to remain out of my land of life.

[neogenetica]

Aetherian looked out and realized that he had not yet created any special creature to inhabit his island, what was there to bring wonder to his people? With that he reached out with his hand to instigate the creation of a new creature to populate this island. The Aether and Ether curved until a smooth orb was formed, eyes and a mouth took place on it and four short and rounded cones took place as it's limbs. I shall call these the Aethereas.

[neogenetica]

Orelion was flying above the water looking at the island. She had kept it nice and orderly, at least orderly enough, but the rest of the world was so...disorganized. The thought persisted until she decided to do something about it. She flew high above the island and moved her delicate fingers across the air. Complex patterns and shapes formed and then grew smaller being replaced by even more miniscule patterns. They shrunk and more filled in until it was a gossamer web of thin, white, glowing lines. She then quickly acted as if weaving and her fingers flew across the surface, it grew until it was at least fifty feet long and interwoven with raw order. Satisfied she threw it into the air. It expanded and stretched across across the horizon, it went on and met itself over the globe joining and merging together. It then sunk down onto and into the land, sea and air weaving through things. As it settled it brought a feeling of organized structure and things subtly shifted as Orelion smiled at her creation.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I look up to the skies as I notice a subtle shift in everything. "Strange, it seems as if things are more....in order"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Uburra-Namall looked down from her divine perch, and after she finished admiring her creating she sat up finally and declared across the vast horizon with a pouty huff.

"I'm bored."

She got up from her lounging chair made from the stuff of the very mountain peaks, and decided now was time to make a few more things happen. Of course, so many things would have to be done. But what first?

She loved the pendant she received from that Vram fellow. Despite his rocky exterior, he certainly made her day. In fact, she loved the gift so, that she just had to make more of it. She knelt down, caressed the mountain peak with her nimble fingers and trailed it downward.

A flicker of her divine power trailed down the length of the mountain, and soon radiated across the whole of her land. Quartz sprang up in random veins from the ground.

"Hm..." She thought pleasantly, "I think they could use a bit more variation in color, though." She kissed the palm of her right hand, and blew gently on it.

Almost instantly the gems changed. Some were longer, some more blunt. Some had different colors from the normal quartz and some had no color at all.

The wide array of colors amused Uburra-Namall greatly. The normal red ones she would call rubies. The green emeralds. The blue sapphires. Some were even a fiery yellow! Those she would call gold. And the fiery gray ones would be silver. But...

Something about those colorless ones...vexed her. They were not pretty at all. Devoid of vibrancy or radiance like the others. They looked to her like solid water. And, although the thought might be harmless, solid water in REALITY is NOT pretty. Not even kind of pretty. And so, she looked at the colorless gems and wondered how she could possibly beautify THEM...

Spots? Speckles? No, far too tacky.

Stripes? No, too decorated. Not..natural enough.

And then the idea hit her.

"All of it!" She exclaimed, "Why not let the clear ones use all of it? The green one's shine green in the light, the red ones shine red and the blue shine blue. But the clear? They can't shine WHITE. They should shine ALL the colors!"

She giggled to herself gleefully, and wiggled her fingers at the clear rocks. Immediately, the once-plain and dull clear gems captured the white light and cast in all directions the myriad colors that the world had to offer.

And when she saw it, she marveled. This was HER doing, and she LOVED it.

"PRISM. Those will be called PRISMS!"

She had no name for them other than those, but prism would do. She enjoyed them so, that she made numerous variations of it. She had a grand old time making sure that there would be enough prisms to decorate her land beautifully.

As she contemplated all this decoration, though, a thought quickly came to mind that hadn't hit her before. What about the others? Surely, Vram would be pleased, even impressed, but the others were different. She would have to hide her treasures.

Looking across the horizon at the others, she thought jealously of what tacky uses THEY would have for her precious collection should they ever be taken from her. With a disdainful groan, she motioned her hands downward, and the beauteous gems were submerged in dirt.

Until she could think of some better way to display the pleasant results of her experimentation in aesthetics.
 
"The colors are exquisite. I shall decorate the sky the same. A ribbon of light just like from my prisms. And it shall only be visible with the departure of the rain." Uburra-Namall waved her hand elegantly, and before her she glimpsed an arch, colored all those hues reflected in her prisms. It disappeared as soon as it appeared.

"Perfect", She decided, "As soon as I feel like seeing it, I will make the rain come. I will nourish the land and be allowed to view my prized possession as well. Now. The gems are hidden away for safe keeping and the sky is beautified. How else can I liven up this place?"

She smiled to herself mischievously. Time to get to work. The sunset needed livening up. The mountains needed a change of hue to mark the passing of the day. Some of the plants needed a bit of color. The animals would need different patterns and markings to recognize one another by. The sun across the water didn't sparkle enough to her. The sea was too bland. And the stars were sparkly, but hardly ever got any of the attention they deserved. Neither did the moon.

These were all remedied.

The sunset was painted over with her special gold color. She even took the extra effort of doing the same for the sunrise. The mountains were all touched by her elegance to mark the passing of the day with  change of color. The plants taken by their leaves and painted with the utmost care, as many colors as she could imagine. The animals all gained unique markings and patterns, to be beautiful to observe, and to know one clan from the other, even among their own kind. The sunlit the waters now with a new radiance, and when the sun wasn't as intense, the sea would be alight with a lively cerulean. The stars were made to twinkle like never before as Uburra-Namall took a handful of diamonds, smashed them into dust and blew the dust into the heavens.

And the moon...for the moon, she took the most brilliantly-pallid white, and the most luminescent silver. She rolled them together in her delicate hands and gently sent the paint aloft in the wind. She whirled the satellite around for a moment and let all sides be covered, before raising her hands for the moon's revolution to go back to normal.

Now, with all things beautified to her liking, she could finally get back to doing what she did best; admiring her own greatness.

"Although", she thought one more time, "it could be a BIT better. I think I would like some company."

[jester_of_god]

Jeser: ...Well I"m bored, now that Mik Haels running the Guantlet for death i've had nothing to send him to do.....Wait, I just recieve some more energy from death,perhaps Mik Hael can bring back some raw material this time for me to use...Wait a second whats this."

Jester Gazed upward as a thread of energy webbed itself across the sky  bringing with it an aura of silence and order
"...Well I can't have that now can I. It's encroaching upon my dominion, I suppose I should put a stop to it I guess, or at least add a bit of chaos into the works.'


For the next several seconds a large winged shadow with four tails at the end of it's cap loomed over the norhth eastern continent oozing from it's form a large vapor of darkness and color that interwove itself with the rest of reality filling in the blank spaces between the webs and seeping through the framework itself becoming one with reality before dissaearing into existence itself.

"Well that should thrw a wrench into the works I suppose,  arandom monster popping up now and then ,a half bread mutant perhaps, a talking mountain, who knows I suppose, but never the less the web was a trully magnificient work of craftmanship, perhaps I'll visit it's maker...Why not, it'll be something to do until Mik Hael comes back anyway." After saying this the Jesterf leaned into a hole in the fabric of existance and dissapeared.

[neogenetica]

Orelion watched as her creation settled down before moving on but then stopped abruptly. She sensed.....chaos. Yes, that was it, chaos. It seeped through the spaces that existed in between her web. She sensed how both constructs, or at least her's was a construct, acted in their respective ways, shifting probability and reality to try and make their designated affects happen. A faint smile played on her lips, a god of chaos must have done this. I suppose that things should be interesting to have a counterbalance. As she thought this she sensed a presence coming nearer through some kind of portal. It appears that I will have the pleasure of meeting this god of chaos in a short time.

[neogenetica]

Aetherian watched his land from the sky, observing how his people moved in the cities of stone, gold, ceramic, and glass that they had created. So far they were without any organized worship, that would have to change for certain. However, a more pressing matter occupied his mind, the creation of new gods. So far it was only him and Orelion, more gods would help support their land and civilization. He extended his arms in the manner he takes on when he creates something and the air starts to glow and become luminous. First he warped reality into a divine essence and shaped it into a god of disassembly and deconstruction, some things might need to be taken apart in order to be built better than before. He formed it into the shape of a young boy of about sixteen with pitch black hair and violet eyes. Very good, I shall name you Desrycai For the other he gazed out to the cities that doted the land. Vimanas rose out and flew over them guided by the pilots of the race towards their goal, usually travel, his peoples talent for alchemy had served them well. Yes, that was it, alchemy. Reality warped once again and the Aether and Ether trembled, a second form similar to the first was detailed by the glowing lines of power that started to take it's shape. Green, blue, white and other colors conjoined together as it compressed and morphed into the form of a teenage boy as the first had done. Now for the features Aetherian said. Detail took itself upon the forming god and gave it features like those of the previous ones. When it was done Aetherian spoke. You are the god of alchemy and potions, you shall be called Achelyai. The young god with auburn hair and constantly changing eyes turned towards the cities and headed towards them.

[jester_of_god]

A few feet away a rip in the fabric of extence opened up next to the god, and a winged jester with a mask of black and white stepped through the portal of Chaos into Reality before it snapped shut.

'Good day Aetheria." The Jester Bowed slightly, "As you probably can geuess my name is Jester, or at least that's what I prefer to be called, and I'd like to strike a deal."

[neogenetica]

Aetherian turned to face the god of chaos who had appeared right after the creation of the new deities. Hello...Jester. What deal do you have in mind?

[jester_of_god]

"Well, if you think about it, you and I are not really that different, two sides of the same coin really. You make sure that the forces of the world are maintained in check." The Jester dissapeared and reappeared next to Aetheria patting his shoulder, "and I make sure that every now and then there is a monkey wrench thrown into the works just to make sure things maintain enteresting." The Jester dissapeared again and reappeared several feet away, "But even I am not without my morals, You see, utter unruled Chaos is just as boring as a world full of maintained order, so I propose this. I 'll continue to spread random acts of chaos throughout the world to make sure things stay interesting, and you will righn theem in and make sure they do no become out of control, that way we both do our jobs, and we each recieve a bit of power from the omni. What do you say?"

[neogenetica]

Aetherian considered the offer. He knew well that it was a balance of Order and Chaos that was necessary. The Jester's offer seemed to be beneficial for both and so it would be so. As I have a goddess in my forming pantheon your offer appeals to me, very well. We shall work together.

[jester_of_god]

"Great and with this partnership we are now bound within a pact, if either of us, or our peope ever need the other's assistance, they shalll come to the other's aid, do we have a deal." It was not describable as the face of the Jester was covered by his mask and his voice remained the same odd combination of whispers and shouts, but somehow he seemed serious when he said this, if possible.