Fantasy New Gods In Character

[ZackStop]

Augustine Beck
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Augustine felt a hand placed on his shoulder. He stood up and glanced over to see another patron trying to comfort them. He was the most outwardly distraught without a doubt after expressing his anger through violence, yet there were still some who sought to ease his distress. First Astra, and now Mendos.

He was grateful that he could receive sympathy in this trying time, but he was too upset to express it. He figured what he needed was some time alone, away from all the others to think. It may not be the healthiest thing for him, but dwelling on it was the only way he knew how to cope with things. Believing if he thinks about it enough and see all the angles, he would feel better in the end. Only time would tell, and time was exactly what he needed.

He took a step away from the other man trying to comfort him. He wasn't going to confide in anyone, it was one of the few things he was hardheaded about, that he was going to keep it all inside until it didn't hurt anymore. "It's my own business." He said, turning away. Augustine walked past him and made his way to a door across the room. He glanced at Astra for a moment, recognizing that she was also there to help him. It was brave of her to reach out to someone so angered as he was. He looked forward again, before passing by her and all the other gods that shared his fate. He pushed the double doors wide open as he made a B-line for the way out of the building, not even stopping to take his 'Sparks of Life' with his name labeled across it.

Augustine marched through many halls before finally pushing the final door open that lead outside. He was met by sunshine, a blue sky with rolling clouds strung across it in rows. As a cloud crept over the sunshine, it's blinding rays ceased an allowed him to see an open, formless field. It was just like earth, in fact he had no reason to suspect that it wasn't. He figured it was just a uninhabited space where only a they resided. The grassy green field seemed nearly endless and beautiful, and a odd boulder could be seen on shallow hills. The land only ended once cliffs lead to oceans and seas. The sunlight sparked on the deep blue water that shaped the horizon.

He took a few steps forward, when he realized that his vision was far more acute than what he previously possessed. It was as if he shared the eyes with hawks, but maybe more impressive than that. Seeing fine details of the empty canvas the gods had at their disposal. "Is this what being a god feels like?" He said to himself, before looking at his hands that emulated his first arrival here. He could feel something in the earth beneath him, like he could mold it into something new. It was a subconscious feeling that emerged the moment his feet stepped on new soil. He tried to think how he would form such things with his hands. Wondering if he could takes chunks of the earth with his bare hands and create a mountain. But as he tried to figure out what his hands could do, it was happening with his mind. He hadn't even realize he was doing it until a great shadow blocked the sun. Looking up, Augustine was met with a newly formed mountain a couple of miles ahead of him.

He was shocked, but it did not move him. He simply wondered what else he could do. He looked to the top of that mountain, wishing he could stand atop it when another feeling came over him. He began to walk, but soon found himself hovering above the ground and into the air. He felt wind wisping around him as he took to the sky, feeling more in his element here than he ever did on the solid ground. He found that bizarre that he had lived his whole existence on the ground yet flew like he had always done so. The wind around him whistled as it greeted its new occupant. The god desired tp go faster, see just how fast he could go. After all, the god was young. And with an effortless feat, Augustine accelerated with a booming sound as he broke the sound barrier and was at the mountain top within seconds.

It was exhilarating having never experienced such a thing. The air brushing past his face, taking off like a jet. Men had always dreamt of flying, and now Augustine had experienced firsthand. But instead of landing on top of the mountain, he continued right through it, breaking off the top part without so much as a scratch on him. This new experience almost took his mind off of everything that troubled him before. However, now that he knew he was capable of flight, a glimmer of hope came over him. That perhaps this was earth, and somewhere he will find his old home. It was foolish, he knew it was too good to be true, but he had to know. At the very least, he would be surveying his new home. And so, Augustine blew far past the speed of sound as he traversed his domain, the Sky.

 

[thorspuddingcup]

Our Lady of the Moon
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The man she was hoping to help seemed to react positively to her attempt at comfort at first. That was until he went and flipped a table. The loud noise startling both her and Skyler. But, if that was what helped him process his grief then he had a right to flip tables. At least he wasn't hurting anybody.

There was so much going on at once around the table. Skyler was still upset, there was a dragon (holy crap, a literal dragon. If only her brother was here to see it!) shifting into a humanoid form, argument's about what sort of life they would bring to the world, and a few male presenting beings standing silently on the outskirts watching the drama unfold. Astra began to feel that familiar sense of panic and dread begin to flutter in her chest. Sadly, it seemed that if she truly had been transformed into a divine being, anxiety was still something they could experience.

Feeling uneasy, Astra sat back down at her seat and quietly watched her peers. She wasn't the only one who seemed to be taking a moment to process thing's. The rest of the beings had name cards before their settings that designated their names and domains. Astra the card in front of her setting up and flipped it around so she could have a look at it.

"Astra, Goddess of the Moon and Dreams"

Huh. Interesting. Astra put the card back and began to ponder her new status. Why the moon?...

Standing up, Astra walked away from the table and walked over to one of the window's embedded in the dining room walls. Outside was both beautiful and bland. There was an endless field before her, stretching forever into the horizon. Astra looked up into the sky and felt herself drawn towards the faint outline of a crescent moon that could be seen against the blue of the sky. What lay before them didn't seem all that different from Earth.

There was a very loud rumbling and Astra looked back at the vast field to see the upset man from earlier literally raise a mountain out of the earth. Her mouth hung open in silent shock. Once he had finished his business, he literally flew up towards the mountains peak.

Turning away from the window, Astra addressed the group of arguing gods. "I don't mean to alarm anyone, but that man literally just created a mountain from nothing outside." Astra pointed outside at the window. "It seems like there was some truth to the words of the person who brought us here. I don't think just a regular human could do that..."

 

[Karcen]

Naki
Domains: Void and knowledge​

Well things were getting heated as two gods were having emotional break downs and some didn't quite seem to get they were not human anymore. Well not everyone was Naki who could easily cast away her humanity and had always planned to do so. To her there had been no soul before this and if she moved her mind to a machine then she had survived death. Naki knew there were some moral questions about their being two of her, but if she only did the mind upload at or just before death then in her former view that would have been good enough. Well Naki had been wrong souls and gods were a thing and there seemed to be a God out there. That along with Naki not have any connections beyond a pet spider on earth made it easy for her to just slide into her new role. Well Naki felt as the god of life spoke up and the one who rejected it the most made a mountain, that it was time for her to go. She had things to make, places, explore, and things that weren't to understand.

There were two things Naki needed or rather wanted before she left. The first was the book which she quickly moved to and scooped up even as her actions appeared upon it's pages. Yes this belonged to a god of knowledge, who better to know the true history of the world than her? " Well I think things are getting a bit to excited around here for my tastes. " She said closing the book in her hand " I will hold onto this " She said her tone saying she would not listen to any protest as she took the book and shoved it into herself to hold it for latter.

" Oh also" She said moving swiftly towards the jars that had one had her name upon them. Grabbing one in each hand she squeezed " i'll take these to go , create whatever world you wish" She finished as the jars cracked and shattered. The sparks of gold and white floated freely before Naki inhaled and sucked the souls into herself. She should be able to hold the souls and if she lost the replenishing ones, she would snatch up others latter. With the souls and book now hers Naki shifted her form. She became less human, yet still holding that shape. Spikes came form her shoulders, teeth just below her breasts, and tusks below those as her arms stretched and became wing like. She looked almost like some form of monster manta ray.

" If you need me you will know where to find me" She said as a black oval appeared before Naki and she dove or rather flew into it.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Nelkhanna​

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Notable Events: Stays lying down and wandering near the jars at first, Says her name out loud a few times, inspiration from Zaki gets her to consume two White Sparks as she begins gorging on food in the Banquet Hall, wordlessly just takes Dythum's jar and holds onto it whilst continuing her eating.

She was still smiling when the entity spoke to her.

She'd laughed as the pavement approached her, but found nothing after the crunch of her body. Her death was a retribution she had anticipated, something she welcomed. To fling words so callously, to agitate the masses and threaten those in power. It was surprising that she'd gotten as far as she did, really. But the failure of her first movement had been a prelude, a silent warning of things to come.

Lesser people would've shriveled in fear, waited until things died down before trying again.

But if there was one thing she hated more than anything, it was following the obvious path.

So when the wire came across her neck, she fought and struggled, but grinned throughout her entire assault. It had caught her by surprise, threw her for a loop, and ended with her being sent through a window and plummeting to the merciless ground below.

Only for the brief flash of agony to be replaced by something unexpected...

Something new...

A voice speaking about negligence and second chances, apparently someone considered her to be God Material. Good God Material. She tried opening her eyes, only to realize that she had no need for them. She could see just fine without such things, and slowly the world was built before her. A being she could only describe as true, inexplicable divinity faded from view as the Banquet hall seemed to build itself around her.

Walls and windows fitting together as she reached out a hand, only to find bone-like chitin stretch out before.

Her old body had been smashed to bits by that impact, so she could only assume that this one had been rebuilt from its remains. That was the only explanation for the odd assembly of veins, muscle and bone-white shells that was her new body.

But it was not to be feared... for it was different.

With that realization came the passion, the passion to discover.

She was not alone in the Banquet Hall, other newly born deities were growing accustomed to new appearances and their new roles. But she pushed them from her thoughts, gaze instead focusing on the lights. Lights in jars, the sparks of life if the book was to be believed. They held her attention throughout her first few moments of new life, specifically the note bearing a name she new instinctively belonged to her: Nelkhanna.

"Nelk.... Anna." she sounded the words out, the distinct feeling of her skinless face moving fading as her smile returned "Nelkhanna."

She could change it later once it stopped giving her pleasant feelings. If the label on the jar was any description, she had been perfectly casted as the Goddess of Change. Ruling over its domain along with ambition fit far too well, any doubt of the being's intentions faded from her mind as she approached the jar.

Her Jar... her life...

While some of the deities bickered over the goals they wished for their new world, and others sought to organize before such rifts began to deepen, Nelkhanna grasped her jar in both hands before squeezing it against her chest.

She turned away from the book just as it was taken by the purple lady, the knowledge goddess. Though she immediately claimed the book of knowledge, Nelkhanna found more interest in the way she simply sucked her sparks of life into her.

It gave Nelkhanna ideas.

With the knowledge goddess gone and another God already out making mountains apparently, Nelkhanna approached one of the tables laden with food before opening her jar.

And eating one of the white sparks with a fine glass of Liqueur.

It dispersed in her mouth the moment it touched her tongue, dispersing into tiny glittering lights that traveled down her veins. Inspiration struck and soon Nelkhanna was gorging herself. Food vanished into her skinless maw rapidly, eating as if she hadn't eaten in days. That was only technically true do to the single-minded devotion she'd worked with previously.
She wasn't even really hungry, wasn't sure if she was capable of such a sensation, but the idea of hunger, she focused on it whilst popping open the jar and consuming a second white spark.

It was only then she realized their mountain god hadn't taken his sparks. They just sat there, with him long gone flying about and making mountains if the white haired one was to believed.

Sealing her own jar, Nelkhanna licked the remains of some beef wellington from her fingertips before approaching the Mountain god's jar, the name Dythum on the label. She knew what the book had said, but that didn't stop her from reaching out for the jar with her free hand. The moment her hand drew near, the lights began to lose momentum, flickering less brightly as they went still. Almost as if they were in some kind of dormant state.

She wouldn't test the theory, she would trust the book of knowledge so far.

But the dormant state of the sparks within didn't stop her from picking up the jar itself, looking it over with interest before sniffing the air. Securing both jars under her arms, Nelkhanna stalked about the Banquet Hall for more to consume. None of which was actually necessary, but she had ideas forming in her red little head. Pausing beside another table she reached out for some cooked shrimp and devoured them shell and all.

 

[The Grand Fool]

As all the kalabaloo about dyeing was going on, Shade was dealing with-it his own way. He was very interested in a certain... tool that seemed to spawn with him. It was a screwdriver. A plain old screwdriver. But Shade had an idea. Since he was a god, couldn't he enchant it? The only problem was... how? Maybe if he put a certain emotion into it, it will cause magic to be passed onto it?

Closing his eye, he focused on mischief, the currently strongest emotion he felt. Smiling, he forced it into the screwdriver. It suddenly seemed to be a bottomless pit and absorbed all of his emotion, mixing in some chaotic craze that he suddenly felt mid way. Opening his eyes, he saw a purple aura surrounding the screwdriver. Walking over to the table, he waved the screwdriver over a glass of wine while putting mischief energy into it. Then picking up the glass, he took a sip and spat it out.

"Ugh, well, I know that it works," he smiled. "The chaos I can cause with this."

 

[Astrylan]

Livets shrugged his shoulders as it seemed like everyone was ignoring him. He was fine with that, everyone had their own way of coping with what was going on and he wasn't going to stop them. He just figured he'd try to help a tad in his own way in case anyone needed it.
Walking over to the table, he picked up the note and jar's assigned him. Seemed he had on jar for Magic and one for Life. The one for Life seemed like it had a bit more since creating life handled more than just plants and animals. A lot more than that went into it. He did wonder if he could make a special magic if he combined the two but he'd try that after he got the hang of things.
Lounging around a bit while playing a set of cards he conjured from no where, he munched on some cheese as he decided on what to do next. Maybe refurnishing this place. It felt so overly opulent to him, but he also thought that maybe he should get used to it a certain amount. He could, after all, just create his own space; they could probably use this area as a meeting place for all the gods and goddesses. Some place they could all return too easily when important matters needed discussed.

He let his thoughts wander a bit as he continued doing more and more elaborate card tricks, all with nothing but sleight of hand.

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[thorspuddingcup]

Our Lady of the Moon
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Astra continued to observe the room. One being took the book of knowledge and left the room with it. The sight made Astra very uncomfortable. No one person should be in charge of such an important artifact, right? But addressing the goddess about it herself made her even more uncomfortable. She had been one of the ones to be arguing about change and suffering among living things. Astra couldn't go up against that.

There was food around the room, and Astra felt the urge to begin stress eating. On one of the nearby tables was a platter of shrimp. Oh, how Astra loved seafood. Gathering her skirts, Astra hurried forwards and made her way towards the platter of delicacies. Before she could reach out a pale hand towards the shrimp, another being stepped in front of her and devoured the creatures with inhuman speed. "Oh.." Astra said. "I'll uh...I'll just go to another table I suppose. Sorry for bothering you."

Astra headed back to the main table where thing's seemed to be calming down to a degree. A heavily armored man stood quietly nearby and waved what looked like a screwdriver over a glass of wine. (What a strange ritual...) Then the god proceeded to spit the drink out, muttering to himself. "Is the food that bad?" Astra asked him. She had yet to actually partake in anything, and was now weary of putting any of it near her lips. Maybe the one goddess eating the shrimp Astra had called mental dibs on had been a good thing. Astra sidled up to wear the armored god stood. From a silvered plate she plucked off a small tart and brought it up to her nose. It smelled fine, but smell didn't always betray any.

Movement in Astra's peripheral vision captured her attention. On her other side sat another man, munching cheese and doing card tricks. The name card on the table before him listed him as the god of magic and life. Astra's eyes widened. Was magic real here? Wherever here was? She put the tart down and wiped the crumb's on her flowing gown.

"Are you really the god of magic?" Astra asked, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. She wouldn't deny it, she had always been a nerd at heart. The prospect of magic being real and right in front of her eyes excited her greatly. "What kind of magic can you do? Wait..." Astra paused. "Do I have magic?" She held out her hands in front of her, as if flames would erupt from her finger tips at any second. Then she turned to the armored god. "Do you have magic too?"

 

[ZackStop]

Augustine Beck
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Augustine flew for what felt like hours. He had searched the planet with a birds eye view, dead set on find his home of Chicago, wishing and hoping that he was born again on a distant island. That this was a second chance to walk to same earth as he always had. But alas it was everything he knew deep down, a completely new place with new continents, different seas, forests, deserts, jungles. There wasn't a single building or man made structure. No Chicago, no home, no Kiko.

He suddenly came to a stop under the fluffy clouds, feeling dismay creeping back up on him like a grim shadow. He looked down at the world beneath his feet, as his travels sent him to a setting sun, shadows formed behind the clouds and the blazing golden light the sun shined casted dazzling glimmers of light on the oceans horizon. He knew it was beautiful, but he could not see it beyond his despair. He knew there really was no hope, and a part of him wishes he had just died. Not reincarnated just to feel grief.

As those thoughts crossed his mind, he began a nose dive at the land below him, foolishly thinking that he could encounter trauma so easily in his godly form. He fell until he collided with the earth with force so great that it shook the ground, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself embedded in the earth as it had collapsed around his form. He laid there for a long time, void of thought, hoping for something that would never come. He tried to sleep, but his consciousness never slipped away. He was in no pain or discomfort from what he had done, the only thing that was broken was his spirit. "How am I a god when I feel this way?" Augustine said as he pulled himself out of the earth, back into the setting sun's gaze. "How can they expect me to be?" He raised his hands out, looking up at the darkening sky before closing his eyes.

Augustine thought he could commune with the god who brought him here. He knew deep down that he would get no answer, the same way his prayers were never heard when he was human, at least getting some answer some way. He was never very religious, but if only he could be given a sign that he had at least been heard by God. In those few short moments he asked himself; "Was I praying to the wrong god all along...?" He was expected to be a god, but he knew that no matter what there would be one above him, the one who met with him after his death. "god of Eternity, reincarnation, whoever you are... how could I ever forgive you for this cruel fate?"

The mournful god found it paradoxical to be mourning himself, furthermore, mourning someone who did not die, he was the one given that fate, not her. He wished with all his heart that he could so easily accept this, even more than the wish to have never died at all, but this extraordinary reality was still reality. There was no going back, not yet. If there was a way to go back at all, Augustine was not in any position to find it. He lowered his arms, and his head as he began to levitate back to the clouds above, feeling the wind blowing through his hair as the faintest tears were plucked off of his cheeks as the air around passed him by.

This name in his mind disgusted him. The godly name that came to him, the one he was expected to be now that he was born anew. He mocked it, He was Augustine Beck. He was not ready to accept his roll fully, and he certainly would not go by that name anytime soon. He would no forget his humanity. Soon, Augustine was above ever the tallest clouds where he could see the sky becoming an indigo color as the sun crept further away. As if instinctually, as he had no doubt of its capability to hold him, a cloud hovered below him as he stepped on it like any old platform, and began to stand atop it, riding the cloud away.

As he stood on top of it, he pulled out a photograph he had with him before he died. He wondered for a moment how he was able to do that with his new body, but he figured he was capable of bringing about objects dear to him into this new world. It was a graduation photo of Kiko he had received, as did all those close to her. He stood there, admiring her, knowing he would never see her again. Perhaps the photo would only make it more painful and drawn out, but he didn't care if moving on would only become more difficult with this picture. He just wanted to feel like she was with him. They were all he had left in his life on earth. Things could have been better, but he was going to fix everything. But it was over and he had to accept that. "Easier said that done..." He whispered to himself, in response to his own thoughts.

As he stood there, he hadn't realized that the cloud he had been standing on had traveled into the night sky, and when he looked up at it, he was surprised to be greeted with stars. He hadn't noticed that he was far beyond the sun on the horizon, and was now in the night. Augustine fell back and sat on the cloud, disobeying simple laws of physics. He rested his arms on his knees, holding the photo he had safely in his grasp. He took note on how visible everything was now in this silver-bluish hued light, looking to see the full moon's brilliance. It was so much bigger than that on earth, resembling something more akin to a movie. One that exaggerates the marvel of the floating space rock. "I guess there is beauty here too..." His tone was somewhat solemn as is his situation, but a part of him felt relieved at the sight he was presented with. He was calm for the first time being here, and content, maybe even happy. He continued to gaze upon the stars, they were enough to take his mind off of all that was troubling him. "huh." He uttered, almost like an epiphany had shown itself to him.

 

[Karcen]

Naki
Domains: Void and knowledge​

Naki in her new manta like form moved through the true darkness aware of the things within it. There were all the things that never had been and never would be, existences that could not exist under the rules of any reality. They were larger than stars and yet smaller than atoms their forms defined only by how the things defined themselves and the rules they accepted. It was a place of the strange where matter, and energy were more than interchangeable. Naki could feel them even if she didn't feel like seeing in the absolute darkness that surrounded all these formless nameless things and she could only marvel at the horrors they were. Normal minds might snap upon seeing them like something out of a lovecraftain horror. The void was infinite a space beyond spaces, between real and fiction, a reality of unreality. It was clear to Naki why someone had to govern such a place, for should the things become aware of what was they would seek to be. Such a thing could make a reality collapse under what wasn't trying to be what is and the void would consume it all. Even if reality held under the assault the things would be caught in the pattern of reality, it's laws and rules and they would scream and scream distorting reality little by little so even if the void didn't eat everything what was would buckle and bend warping till it didn't work like it did now. That was of course not counting the other gods working against what wasn't to keep what was. Naki didn't know if the gods could die, but if anything could it was these things that would fight using the power of none existence.

Naki continued in the infinite unending darkness till she was satisficed with what she had seen. Stopping in the darkness she focused her will, at first she created an atom, a single one the simplest of them all hydrogen. Then she made another and soon a hundred, a thousand, tens of thousands, more as she built more and more testing her powers down to the subatomic level as she built. She made nothing of form with this display of power, but did prove she could enforce order in this place where order was only what you allowed it to be. As the cloud of particles became different elements as Naki grew herself. She expanded and expanded her hand like wings soon wrapping around the vast clouds of matter. Then she brought her wings together, the wings fusing as she forced the matter into a smaller and smaller space. Naki could feel it heat, the heat slowly grew as she pressed her wings further and further together, till she felt she might make them flat. Hotter and hotter the gasses became as they were forced together and started to attract one another hitting each other ever faster and faster generating more heat. Then it happened, and Naki felt the needed spark as she opened her wings and looked down onto her creation, a blue star.

From the star Light, the first washed over the vast nothing and illumined the things that had never beheld anything that was. They at first had no understanding of what it was, or that anything was different, but then they accepted it, heat, light, dark, cold, they accepted things that had never been and their forms changed. They made in moments what it took millions of years of evolution to create and gazed with newly made alien eyes at what was. They had always known there was space, they accepted it and they accepted they existed, thus they were and yet had they ever accepted that others were here? Light and heat continued to issue froth from the blue star and those that weren't saw not only the light but something else. They had only before this expect themselves and perhaps others as existing and for once no matter how many tried, no matter how they willed it they could not force something to not be by not accepting it. The nameless things felt something odd in them, something that had not ever been there before and had not even been a concept in this place where their will was absolute, fear. They could not undo what had been down, they could not will with light away nor the being that held the light and they knew that that being was the absolute in this place. Their will could not surpass what it was as if it was the void itself and was the rules that had agreed and rejected asserting itself in a new form.

Naki felt the gaze of the being all around her, and their attempts to undo her and her creation, yet they were easy to bat off with but half a thought she stopped all their attempts as she was this place and she said what was and what wasn't here. Still she was not done with creating and moved away from the star letting it shine as she started to make a home. It was a place she had dreamed of, where her mind would have resided if she left her organic body and lasted long enough. In the void more of what was became real and yet it was infused with the ability of this place to ignore the rules and twist reality. This structure was something no normal metal would ever be able to support and yet she would make it using what wasn't to reinforce what was.

Great beams of dark metal started to float around the star forming into a ring, then another and another. The rings started to form an interlocking design as with every ring the light that had bathed the void and the things within grew dimmer and the learned of what it was to gain and to lose what had been gained. They felt new emotions, desire, greed, they desired what was in this place. They surged forth to try to take back what had been made and both keep it and at the same time unmake it. Existence and certainty hurt and polluted this place of uncertainty, yet they could not. They moved through the limitless space with speed that would break normal rules of motion and yet they could not reach the dimming star. They felt it, a matrix, interlocking and vast, bit by bit they observed it a pattern. It was not absolutely ridged and allowed what wasn't in the flexible rules of it, yet to enter was to be subject to those very rules. It was to become something that was more than it wasn't and most could not accept that.

Naki watched as the rings formed the sphere and she felt the thing of the void move through her towards her and she smirked. With a thought she threw up defenses, a bubble of reality as defined by her to keep those that could not play by her rules out. She was the void, but she was also knowledge and knowledge always sought certainty and here it was in the sea of what wasn't this was. The void infused metal flowed from the rings spreading and darkening the void once more as it formed a shell. Not being of the void, of Naki would be able to enter without accept this other wide of her. They would have to accept being bound in order to get within the peak of science, a dyson sphere. Naki smiled as she vanished with the last rays of light into the sphere as once more absolute darkness was all that was in the void. With the outer shell made Naki had the inner shell to make. There was so much to do, archives, museums, nature preserves and such to make so that all knowledge could be held inside her home.

 

[Astrylan]

Livets had been enjoying munching on cheese while doing card tricks, watching the others go about whatever they decided to do. He noticed Astra walking around, slowly getting confused as to whether she should try the food or not before finally noticing his card tricks.

"I am indeed the god of Life and Magic." Livets gives a small bow and his form shift; Blonde hair becoming a dark shade of blue, eyes becoming a light amber color. His clothes shifted from simple but elegant into a more refined elegance. Long black coat, purple accents and his shoes becoming black boots with purple straps. The cheese in his hand disappeared who knows where and was replaced with staff about the size of a wand.

"Livets Arucana, at your service." He smiles once more as Astra asks about magic of her own. "I won't say no to you having magic, though it's probably not the kind you were thinking of. We are gods after all now. I think most anything we can do now is beyond simple 'magic' after all. The magic I rule over is the kind mortals would use, as weird as it is to say that. I believe gods could use it quite easily if they wanted though; I see no reason why not. But as gods and goddesses we have much easier and more powerful ways of doing things and doubt we really need to rely on such magic as what I rule over." He takes a random card from the deck in his hands and looks at it for a second before shoving it back into the deck in a random spot. Shuffling the deck for a few seconds, he gives a small frown before reaching into his left pocket, pulling out the same card he pulled from the deck earlier. Looking through the deck, one could see that the card was not a duplicate either, as that very card was missing from the deck.

"I was quite good at sleight of hand in my old life, even becoming a famous magician a few years before my death." Astra might be surprised that everything he had just done was nothing but sleight of hand, no actual magic involved. Well, none of the kind Astra was interested in. Sleight of hand was a magic in and of itself when used correctly. "But I digress. If you are wondering about the magic the mortals shall have, it's exactly the kind you are most likely thinking of. Fireballs, Ice Lances, Healing Magic; all this and more. I'm thinking of using a Mana or Magicka system over DnD style though. Purely my preference on that end." As he rambled off a few more spells, they'd appear as an illusion above and beside him. He was going to use a resource system but he wasn't planning on leaving out many spells. If it was in a game somewhere, he'd most likely use it. He was still stuck on how he wanted the Mana system to work though. He definitely wanted Mana in the air, but did he want mortals to store it, or should he go off a system of mental exhaustion? Essentially meaning that they could theoretically cast spells infinitely if they could deal with the mental exhaustion. The only issue with that would be magic tool would need a system of degradation too if done that way. Certainly he was going to add that in anyway but he'd have to make it faster or slow depending on how he went about things. Honestly, he was even thinking of adding Rune Magic.
Most likely he'd create two or three larger categories in magic: Rune Magic, Enchanting, and then everything else. Each one having sub-categories. He'd let the mortals decide on the category system after that. Including naming the third, and also largest category. Alchemy was something he had no intention of touching since it there were about 15 different versions he'd seen and read about. Some using magic, and some being no different from making medicine from herbs plants. Some were a mix of both.

Livets slowly became lost in thought and suddenly realized he had forgotten Astra was currently having a conversation with him. This meant he hadn't heard the reply she'd given if any and he immediately apologized. "My apologies, I became lost in though there for a bit, could you repeat what you asked, if you did ask something?"

 

[GrieveWriter]

Nelkhanna
Interaction: The Grand Fool thorspuddingcup Astrylan
Mention: ZackStop
Notable Events: Eats Arta's tart while she's distracted, listens in on the conversation qabout magic before growing irritated and declaring that action alone will discover their limits as divinity. Buries her fingers in her neck just to see what happens, gets blood all over the nearby tables, tosses chair through window before ramming her white headpiece through it. Takes off towards the mountains with her and Dythum's life jars and a stolen platter of chicken wings.

Nelkhanna bloated with the immense meal she consumed, her stomach growing proportionally despite her knowing a true goddess would have no need for such boundaries. In truth, the bloating was partially because of the white sparks she swallowed as well.

She figured there was no true single manner by which they were to create the creatures that would walk the planet, and wanted her own to have the hunger necessary to compete and consume. To kickstart a cycle of consumption that would ultimately determine who sat where on their food chain. To see such a hope through to its fullest, she would have the sparks molded by the result of her own displays of gluttony, using her very body as the cauldron through which the process would take place.

It would sound awesome told around campfires when she eventually got to more sentient beings as well.

Though she was unsure where to set them loose, as the stark fields beyond their little dining room left little in the way of for clever usage of the environment. She would hope that Dythum was out there getting out his frustrations by shaping more of the world, or that there was more than just an endless field out there. She wanted her creature competing in arid deserts and the deepest oceans, fight over watering holds or learning to outmaneuver one another in the sky.

Seemed an easy enough starting point before getting to the sapient ones.

In the meantime, she had other gods and goddesses to get to know.

One in immense armor was toiling around with a screwdriver and drink, much to the dismay of the white-haired youth beside him. Nelkhanna had kept her ears open despite her ravenous display of gluttony, remembering the two introducing themselves as Shade and Arta. Eager to put domains to names, Nelkhanna ate her way back to the jars and looked them over. Shadow and Travel for Shade, while Arta was apparently the mistress of the Moon. Her control over dreams brought a smile to Nelkhanna's face, but that would be a test for another time.

The moment Arta set her tart aside, Nelkhanna was more than happy to stroll over and swallow it whole before slipping another white spark between her lips and letting it join the others in the depths of her stomach.

Figuring that would be enough for a few starter animals and plants, Nelkhanna clipped the lid back onto her jar before tucking it next to Dythum's under her arm and cast her gaze to the room around them.

Arta had apparently gotten Livets Arucana, the god of Magic and Life, going about his domain. Nelkhanna could only hope his words on godly powers being different from the magic of mortals would hold true, perhaps in the future she could meddle with ideas of ascended mortals once she understood her powers more. Until then, a fine line of difference would be preferred. His basing the mortals' magic on some game from the old world sparked irritation, but Nelkhanna saw no reason why they couldn't alter it down the line.

But not here, in this room where they began.

They could not stay here, too many were getting far too comfortable in this divine meeting place.

Which was why Arta questioning Shade on his own potential abilities left Nelkhanna groaning in dissatisfaction.

"Questions questions, why ask for answers when we must find them through action?" she asked before setting her two jars aside and rearing back with her jagged nails "We're divinity now, after all, there's no way we could know the true extent of our abilities through casual chatter."

She plunged her fingers into both sides of her neck, the bone-white nails sinking into her veiny red flesh with buttery ease. Pulling them out, Nelkhanna received a splattering of crimson across the nearby table for her efforts.

"Lookie here, seems I can bleed." she stated before waving a bloody finger around "No pain though, so perhaps its just for show?"

As the holes in her shoulders squeezed shut, Nelkhanna tried flicking her blood off before pouting and just wiping her hands clean on the nearest fresh table cloth.

"We define the limitations of the mortals, but our limitations can only be found through trial and error." she restated whilst wiping her other hand on yet another tablecloth "Therefore, a true answer of what is and isn't possible for us could only be found by acting, doing everything we can until we find what we cannot."

Once her hands were suitably free of her own blood and her 'wounds' were barely even visible anymore, Nelkhanna tucked both her and Dythum's jars under her arms before gesturing to the nearest window.

"Its what Nelkhanna plans to do, at least." she paused and giggled to herself "Oh, oh that name just tastes great on my tongue!"

With her words spoken, she reached back and grabbed hold of the back of a nearby chair before casually flinging it with enough force to crash through the window and speed several dozen meters across the fields beyond before burying itself into the dirt and grass.

"Hmmm," she looked to her hand and squeezed it into a fist "so I can do that at least. But what else?"

Scooping a platter of chicken wings into her other arm, Nelkhanna hopped into the window frame before ramming the massive white headpiece stuck to her face through it, tearing through the walls in the process.

"I look forward to learning what the rest of you discover." she declared before casually skipping through the field towards the mountain Dythum had left behind in the distance "Oh, Possibility~! Possibility~!"

 

[The Grand Fool]

Shade: Travel and Shadow

Shade looked over his shoulder at the moon goddess. "No, the food is wonderful, it's just I have turned my drink into vinegar," he sighed.
Suddenly he felt himself being approached by... a very interesting looking goddess. Interesting? Slightly psycho in my opinion, he grinned.
He swirled his hand and felt the darkness pool around it. Hovering it above a small area, he had a sudden idea. Since he was the god of transport, he can create portal that can summon creatures. Looking over at Livits, he thought. Then recalling the interesting Naki, he realized that there were infinite possibilities of cooperation. He would need to talk to each one of them.

But before any of that, he grabbed a tart, he needed to think about creating some creatures. The first thing was, every god needed their own special creature, and what animal described him better than a... A sudden crash grabbed his mind back to reality, looking over, he saw the bloody demon looking goddess had thrown a chair out of the window, and now was rushing through it. Definitely psycho, but in a good way... hopefully. He went back to thinking about the creature he wanted to create. He thought about shadowy horses, wyverns, griffons, but none caught his fancy. Then he thought back to what his best friend in life had enjoyed. Yes... That would do. That would be great. Grabbing his jar of white sparks, he opened it and grabbed one. A shadow enveloped it, and then falling from his hand like heavy smoke the shadow pooled on the ground. Reaching his hand out, Shade started to shape the creature. At first, one would think he was creating a man. But the legs and arms were much too long. The shoulders were hunched, and soon antlers seemed to have sprouted from it's head. As the smoke compacted upon the creature, fur became visible. It was like that of a grown deer, light brown and tan. It's feet were hooves, and it's hands hand long sharp claws. It seemed to have a scull cemented on it's head. It was a beautiful creature. Shadow drifted in thin whisps from the skulls eye sockets as the creature looked around. This thing was a one of a kind. The only way for it to recreate was for it to die. If it was killed, it's spirit would be split into two, and reform in some dark corner of a forest.

 

[thorspuddingcup]

Our Lady of the Moon​

"Sleight of hand is an art though. Even if it isn't fantasy magic, it's still very impressive." Astra told Livet's as he then began to get lost in a train of thought. Astra watched him, quietly. He was quite handsome. If he had been a professional back on Earth, Astra would not have known. Besides the occasional reality TV talent show appearance, she hadn't kept an eye on the magic circuit. Maybe she should have. Although, there was a high chance Livet's no longer looked like his original self. So even if she had watched magic shows, there was still a good chance if she wouldn't be able to pin him down due to his new godhood.

As he thought, Astra began thinking herself. It seemed like a good amount of the people here had been given godly domains based on their past lives. What did the moon and dream's have to do with her past life? Astra had enjoyed watching the night sky, but never considered herself smart enough to pursue being an astronaut. Maybe the answer's would unfold as time went on.

Livet's addressed her again, apologizing. "Oh no, it's alright. I had just asked Shade-" There was a loud crash as the boned goddess threw a chair through the window and shattered it completely. Out of reflex, Astra screamed. She held her hands in front of her face to ward off any flying glass. (What will we discover, what could that possibly mean?)

Astra had already begun speaking to Livets when Nelkhanna had gouged her own neck, and thus did not see the display. If she had, Astra would be even more spooked than she already was. What kind of god was this violent woman?

"What is she talking about?" Astra asked the others around her. "Should we be...worried? More worried?"

 

[Astrylan]

"That seems a bit overkill for leaving a room." Livets waved his hand, and all the glass and broken wall froze mid air before slowly moving back to how it all was before. "It seems that some of us kept different amounts of our old personality, or maybe some parts are simply more prominent than before." Grabbing a nearby glass, Livets poured some water in it before lightly tapping the glass. The water bubbled for a few seconds but aside from that nothing seemed to change. He offered the glass of what was now white grape juice to Astra before grabbing a small piece of ham to snack on.

"I don't think worrying is a bad thing, but we also don't need to be as worried as all that. After all, we have all the time we need now, do we not? We can take our time figuring things out; We are immortal now, time doesn't have quite the same meaning or impact as it used to." Finishing off the piece of meat, Livets downed a glass of water, or possibly grape juice, and went to put his deck away, only to fumble a bit and miss his pocket. Shrugging and giving a wry smile, he picked the deck up off the floor and made sure it got into a pocket this time. "We may be gods now, but still, we aren't perfect. Worrying is natural, and everyone is prone to it. It's whether you take action against that worry or just let it fester that decides if good or bad comes from it."
Livets waves his hand and a pale blue flower appears in his hand.

"To be blunt: Sitting here worrying about whether we should be worried or not won't solve anything." Livets' hand moves and suddenly the flower is gone. Moving his other hand towards Astra's head, she would suddenly feel the flower being tucked into her ear.

​

 

[GrieveWriter]

Nelkhanna
Interaction: N/A
Mention: ZackStop
Notable Events: Reached Mountaintop, forms tendrils on her back, ripped herself open to summon a torrent of blood, merrily hops down mountain trailing blood until it sunk into the mountain itself. Mountain begins bleeding a river of the stuff, Nelkhanna leads the river across the nearby field into a distant forest, transforming everything nearby into a red, black and white biome based around blood. After linking the blood river with a preestablished one, Nelkhanna dives into where they meet and begins crafting creatures to live in her new biome.

"Mix and Mold, let it flow. Mix and Mold, let it flow."

This was the hope that Nelkhanna had whilst ascending the mountain that Dythum had raised. The climbing and rushing was something she figured she could avoid if she just tested her abilities a bit more, but she was using herself as a stirring pot. She wanted to the shaking and struggle. Though it would be hard to say her ascent held even a fraction of the difficulty it would have in her human form.

There was no exhaustion, no pull of muscles or the ache of exertion. She truly was just going through the motions, and could only hope that her ploy for crafting life would work. But that wasn't the only reason she'd sought the mountain's peak. No, as her bone white claws hauled her up to the top, she immediately sought to work getting a lay of the land.

And what she saw came as a fine relief, there were more than just flatlands for them to play with.

From the mountaintop, she was able to see beyond the grass towards the shifting hills and rivers beyond. No sign of the ocean yet, but given the forests in the distance she was positive there was one somewhere. Their planet at least seemed to mimic the functions of earth so far, so a healthy amount of water would have to be preset for such large trees to exist. That being said, the sight of different biomes wasn't able to bring Nelkhanna full relief.

Exactly because it was too similar to Earth.

If the Reincarnator's hope was to give them something familiar to work with, then Nelkhanna had to work fast. Familiarity was just one part of comfortability, and she would see to it that such a thing was the rarity it was supposed to be. Looking back towards the House of Beginnings, there in the field behind her, Nelkhanna took note that it seemed no other of the New Divinity had set out yet. At least, they hadn't been making notable changes since she departed.

Turning back towards the hills and forests on the other side of the mountain, Nelkhanna set both jars of life sparks aside before taking hold of both her shoulders and squeezing. Flesh blossomed where she touched, and she pulled two thick tendrils out from her body. She was change, there was no reason her form must remain absolute. The body she'd already grown was but clay to be moved how she wished. It was a pathetically slow motion, but repeating her own words to her eventually led her to successfully sprout new limbs for the sole purpose of holding on to her jars.

They were important after all.

Grinding her teeth together, Nelkhanna shifted the base of her new limbs to her shoulder blades before letting them snake out and wrap around the jars. Not too tightly, however, she didn't want to break them. One of them wasn't even truly her's after all, she wouldn't want to damage another's possessions. Not yet at least, time would tell where her thoughts on that in particular went.

With the Jars securely tied to her back by her new tendrils, Nelkhanna massaged her stomach. It still churned with the remains of her intense meal and the life sparks she'd devoured along with them. Cracking her knuckles she readied her stance before driving the fingers of both hands into her own stomach. Just like before, not a single trace of pain, but the blood began dribbling from the new wounds immediately.

It wasn't enough, so Nelkhanna curled her fingertips inside her before ripping herself open.

A hefty spray of blood was what she received as a reward, but she found no organs inside herself. It was only veins, meat and blood all the way in. Her wounds did little to impress her, she needed blood for her plans. And a lot of it. But only then did she realize she was still thinking of herself through human terms, and her impossible physiology alone was more than enough to prove such ideals didn't apply.

If she wanted more blood, she'd just will it into being.

Crossing her arms, she pictured a waterfall of it, gushing forth from wherever in an endless stream of red. And only when she felt her legs being covered did she look down and realize that her wound was now spewing an obscene amount of the stuff. Like, just an impossible flow was now spreading forth from her, covering the top of the mountain in crimson that sank into the very stone.

Clapping in approval, Nelkhanna skipped to the edge of the mountaintop before diving off. Height apparently didn't matter anymore either, for she lost not an ounce of balance no matter where her feet landed. She trailed blood all the way down the mountainside, painting one side a deep red the entire way down. But she soon found herself to not be the only source of it any longer. Portions of rock shifted and cracked as her crimson essence sank into it, draining the color from the stone until the mountain was a porcelain white spotted all the way down by patches of red rock. Only when her feet touched the grass beyond did she turn back and see that the blood was still flowing.

It was flowing from the mountain itself.

A true river of the stuff was flowing down behind her, prompting Nelkhanna to dance out of the way as a basin of the liquid formed at the mountain's base.

It was a good start, but one porcelain mountain spewing a blood basin would not be enough.

So she guided the basin, dancing towards the nearby forest while trailing blood behind her. The red liquids of the mountain followed her trail, carving a river of blood through the fields and turning the grass a deep crimson as they went. She willed the river of blood through the forest, watching trees turn bone white or black and their leaves turn a shimmering blood red in the process.

Only when she linked the blood river to a preexisting one and watched the red quickly overwhelm blue and green did she stop. She watched the blood spread down the trails of these preexisting rivers and carry her change through the forest. She didn't know how far it would spread, but she also didn't really care. Anything besides the boring mimicry of earth would be an improvement in her book. So she finally willed her own flow of red to stop.

She could come up with a fancy word for her new biome later, what mattered then and there was giving it creatures to live within it. She wasn't sure how far removed from the food chains on earth she could go, but she needed practice in more than just changing environments. She wasn't even willing to risk attempting to make intelligent life until she'd gotten some practice in with the creatures. They would replenish after all, so she could fail and retry as much as she wished.

First and foremost, the old ways of birth were too boring for her to recreate.

Turning towards where the rivers intersected, Nelkhanna set the jars in the crimson grass nearby and got a running start before diving in full cannon ball. She sank into the mixing rivers of blood, her vision tinted red as she reached out and dug a claw into the river's floor to keep herself steady. The currents were strong, but she was fine with that. She wanted them nice and wild for what she had in mind.

Her creatures would rise from large quantities of blood, that was what she figured and that was what she would stick to, at least for the first set.

Waving her free hand towards her open stomach wound, she gestured a few times until the life sparks she'd consumed began floating out.

Moments later, a creature pulled itself from the river downstream, spitting blood from its jaws as all four of its arms clung to the river's edge. Around the size of the average young adult, this creature scuttled forth on all six limbs a bit before rearing up on its its legs and sniffing the air. Its smaller pair of arms folded against its chest as it heard thrashing from even further downstream, and its head snapped towards the sound as the tendrils trailing from its spine stood up in caution.

The caution was well warranted, as not a moment later another bipedal creature charged forth from the river. It crashed into a nearby tree, snapping it in confusion as it shook blood from the river from its face. Standing at three times the first creature's height, the newborn turned its glowing eyes on the easy meal before it and roared wildly.

The first creature bolted, darting through the trees as the second tore through them, struggling to keep up with its larger body.

Nelkhanna had poked her head out of the river to witness the first interaction, tapping her fingers together wildly in amusement before diving back in to continue workshopping her new ecosystem.

 

[The Grand Fool]

Shade: Travel and Shadow

Shade looked at his creation with wonderment. Then taking a yellow soul, he looked once more into the darkness. But this time, he decided to just deal with travel. What better creatures to travel than... Centaurs! That's it! Shade chuckled with glee. Then looking around, he walked towards the window. Teleporting to the ground, he quickly scooped up earth and teleported right next to the moon goddess. "Ooop, sorry," he muttered. Then dropping the dirt into the ground, he summoned some shadow. Then twirling the shadow around, he started to imbue atomic velocity. This would cause the centaurs to be able to survive at impossible speeds, allowing them to cross ground in minutes rather than months. The finished project before him was a clay sculpture. Now he had to figure out how to wake it. He teleported it to some plane, before creating another one. A female. The male was dark chestnut, like the ground around the banquet hall. The female was red, like the clay around him. Then he tapped each on the head. The dirt started to form into flesh, and before long, there were two mature Centaurs in front of him. They looked at him with wide eyes, and he couldn't help but smile. "You are Centaurs, the beginning of a great race. Long-lived and powerful with travel magic, your domain shall be the plains, but the forests shall also serve as a place to live. Beware the blood forest, for creatures of great power live there. Go gather dirt, bring it to me, and I shall make your tribes." He chuckled as he saw them speed off. Smacking his head he forgot to give them language. Looking at the ground, he smiled. This was going to be wonderful.

 

[Karcen]

Naki
Domains: Void and knowledge​

From the inside of the Dyson sphere Naki observed the world as it was made, not though magic but by gazing to the internal habitable area of the sphere. It changed as the world was changed, not an exact reflection, but as the world was stained crimson, so too was a large area of the sphere. It was a preserve a place where those that called the blood forest would be placed, once the population was large enough to be sampled. Much of the sphere was going to be massive preserves for all forms of life and with how much space she had multiple planets worth of space could be used in recreating habitats. The massive red stain had prompted Naki to pull out the book and read the new pages it had written, and skipping anything not to interesting she found who had made such a change. Well that goddess did have quite an interesting taste. Though if she was going to just make predators that came from blood she was not that interesting. It was just copying what was at the top and removing the normal counter balance between predator and prey. Naki would have to keep watch over that goddess and introduce an enemy to all her bloody creations if they were to successful. There was also the thing shade had made, a being that multiplied when killed, hopefully none of the blood forest counted as it's home. There was also the emergence of the first thinking race, how funny that they would be part beast, instead of something like humans, dwarves, or elves. Well Naki would have to watch how they developed, being first didn't matter if those after you were better. Sampling them and exposing them to the void would have to wait till there were more of them, no need dead ending a race just to play with them after all.

With the other gods starting to become active Naki place the book back within herself, she was not going to let it be to far from her person just in case it was needed. There was also what the other gods might do with it or one of their creations. She should start making, she had already let herself be beaten to the punch, though she had been busy making something far grander than a world. First an animal a test of life and how far she could push it. Naki reached up and formed a hand from her wings and gathered the light of the star itself pinching off just a tiny bit of it on a conceptual level. Then she applied a familiar form upon the light. that of an insect and simple moth. Shaped like the lunar moth, the insect remained a thing of light, physical yet not physical. Naki leaned down and breathed onto the moth giving it a soul. Then she waited the moth shuddered and jerked for a moment as it came to life. Still despite being light the moth was alive and soon started to flutter about. That was once test, now Naki drew from the nothing outside and formed it into a partner for the light moth. From the all consuming darkness she made another moth the exact opposite of her previous creation yet equally insubstantial. Naki then repeated breathing to give it life and once more the moth made of something that wasn't matter came to life. It seemed that life could be made from anything she could imagine regardless of the rules of reality. Still 2 would not make for a viable population and Naki inhaled then as she blew out from her breath hundreds, thousands of moths formed as she used quite a few of the animal souls given to her. Even as they were depleted Naki could feel the animals being replenished just as they had been told.

Now With animals more or less understood Naki could move onto creating a sentient race like the centaurs, though unlike them. There was no use in copying what others did, or was there. Naki got an idea she wanted to make something that reflected her, the ever changing void, and the thirst for knowledge. Why should she limit them to one form? Things like changeable forms were far less impossible than what she had already done, so she could make a race of shape shifters. She would make beings of the void that were able to look like those of the world. not exactly and original idea, but well not everything had to be original to be good. Naki could use clay as a base, or light, or void, but did she have too? She had willed matter into existence and that had worked well enough. Still it seemed wrong, like a bad origin story to not have some base for the creation of the race. What could such beings be made of though? What suited the children of a god? There was one thing and it was truly fitting. With that Naki reached up and plunged her now clawed hand into her own flesh and tore out a chunk. The hole quickly closed, but the chunk remained. The flesh of a god, to make the children of a god, her breath to them life, and blood to give them thoughts. it had all the parts needed.

Now she just needed a form, a baseline and true being for her children to reflect their birth place and their bloodline. Needless to say such forms were abominable with the vague shape of a human they had tentacles and to many arms, they were to angular and lacked faces. That was at least the first one as naki made each one different almost a race unto itself. Each creature was a horror that would make humans of the past world cower if they saw it in real life. With forms made Naki dug into her wrist and anointed every head with her blood which soaked into the bodies of her children. The the final ingredient Naki breathed and from within her the sparks of life flew and entered them. They had all been given enough for 2 races and Naki used enough to make 1 for now so she could feel the empty void where they had been within her, but she didn't feel them return. That was fine she would work well with these children.

Naki could feel her creation waking up and gathered the moths around her specs of light and dark swirling around her. " I am Naki and i am your creator" Naki spoke her voice booming " You are my children the Nakaren and i have given you my blessings. I have given you intellect and wisdom unparalleled and forms that you can change to suit any environment. You are children of the void and of knowledge and when the world is ready you shall enter it to learn of it and the other races" She commanded they would be her eyes and ears on the street level " Yet there is more for you to do than the purpose i give you, find your own fate, make cities, make counties, wage wars, cause strife, cause peace, bring harmony and disorder, it is up to you what you will do for the world" There was no way she would bind them to her will they were to do either what she wanted or what they wanted. " But the world is not yet ready, for now I shall teach you till the day that you might enter the world unseen" With That Naki created a home for her race, a massive land mass to learn and live, to master their gifts till the time came.

 

[ZackStop]

Augustine Beck
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At some point, Augustine found himself standing on a beach, a setting sun off in the sea's horizon. He gazed out the fiery hues of the sky and clouds, and admired the way the tides reflected the sun's rays like a dazzling field of gold. He had no idea how he got here, but began to stroll down the shore line like he had back home, when realized that he was back in his mortal form. He paid it no mind however, choosing to blissfully take in the scenery, rather than try to wrap his head around his return to his human form.

It was like he was in some sort of daze, viewing the beach as something more incredible and awe-inspiring than it was, like a high that made everything so beautiful. It was then that he heard a voice calling for him. A wave of deja vu came over Augustine, when he looked over to see his long time friend waving over to him. "This is a memory." He said outloud. "Of course, it's just a memory..."

He tried to walk closer to her, but no matter how many steps he took, he wouldn't move an inch. It was like he was in some sort of loop, or on a treadmill that wouldn't let him approach. A sinking feeling came over him, as suddenly, the ocean began to erupt as something large quickly rose to the surface. The water domed before bursting open and allowing a terrifying serpent to come crashing down optop of Augustine. With jaws of sharp teeth lining the inside, the beast only seemed to grow as it went to swallow him whole. He had no other choice but to reel back as the dream shifted into a nightmare, before ending abruptly.

Augustine sat up quickly gasping from the pain, holding his arm tight as it burnt like hot coals. But like the dream the sensation faded, as if the pain was just apart of the experience he had just encountered in the subconscious mind. He cautiously removed his hand to reveal the markings that had appeared on his body when he first arrived. His eyes immediately drew to the dragon that took up a great portion of the design. It's empty, soulless eyes nearly made his hair stand up, and after the dream he just had, it was a warranted reaction. It felt like a terrible omen, one that he could not yet comprehend.

Far off into distant space, the endless nothing where the Goddess of Void resided, something was changing within the book of knowledge. Rather, something began to appear within its pages. A previously blank page began to bleed ink, forming the same markings on Augustine's arm. There was no writing to accompany it, only an image with no context. A distant ominous howl could almost be heard once it appeared, but it could simply be one's own mind playing a trick on them.

Augustine looked away from his arm to see that he was still in the midst of a night sky. He began to stand, before letting himself fall through his cloud, levitating again some yards beneath it. He looked down at the world below him as he recounted what had just happened. That burning sensation was the first feeling of pain in this godly form, but he was unsure if it was real or just a byproduct of his previously troubled psyche. What it all meant was a mystery to him, but it continued to linger in his thoughts. Perhaps he should tell the others, but they were complete strangers to him. Just because they were all gods didn't mean was willing to trust them so easily, but on the otherhand, they were all he had.

 

[GrieveWriter]

The Sanguine Sights of Nellkhanna
Interaction/Mention: ZackStop
Notable Events: Spectates the Sanguine and Bloodborn for a while before deciding to let her creatures mutate and evolve on their own for a bit. Crafts one of the Bloodborn into her winged, personal Chauffeur before taking off to map the planet. Spots Dythum in the sky after a bit and asks what he's made as a god since he'd left the First Room.

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A lone creature hung from the great redwood, a massive tree with black leaves and blood staining its body crimson. Its altered color pallet made it stand out from the blackwood tress around it, and its sheer size made it a perfect place for smaller creatures to perch for safety. Well, mostly flyers like the impish bone creature that was currently dangling from one of the higher branches.

The groundbound creatures of the Sanguine were less willing due to the one currently resting at the base of the Redwood. This particular creature was one of the first to be birthed from the Sanguine, a hulking figure able to break trees with ease and pummel anything under its mighty limbs. It had been the first of the Apex Predators, striking fear into any of the others born from the Blood and claiming territory like no other.

But the Sanguine never stopped spawning, and not long after its reign had began did a new creature emerge to challenge it.

An herbivore of such immense size that it made the first Apex Predator's might next to worthless. Even using its superior speed, this new creature moved in hers too coordinated for any solitary hunter to overcome. The sheer size of these massive plant eaters meant they could not continue living in the First Blood Forest. No, the plains between the forest and the Bleeding Mountain were where these Monoliths roamed, drinking from the river that connected them and consuming leaves from trees at the forest's edge.

This should've been good for the first Apex Predator, but the other prey adapted quickly. They began running towards Monolith herds whenever they were under pursuit, the large plant-eaters tolerating their presence far more than the brutish Apex. More and more it found decent meals hard to come by, and the first Apex began to quarrel with each other for hunting grounds deeper in the forest where it was less likely for prey to escape.

Such was the same for the Apex under the Redwood, battles with others of its kind had worn at its considerable strength. The victories could only last so long and it was fully aware of it. Sooner or later one of its kind or another new predator would move in to claim its territory. But that did not mean it wouldn't hold firm for as long as it could until it would bleed back into the Sanguine flow.

Its rest was interrupted by a hiss, making the Apex growl as its eyes turned from one blackwood tree to another. Rising up on both legs, it roared towards where the hiss had come from. Its roar had succeeded at scaring the impish flyer from its branch, unwilling to rest so close to conflict. But just as it was about to fly away a jagged rock sailed from amongst the trees and struck it. Though not enough to pierce the creature's armor, it had been struck in its more fragile wings. It ended up crashing to the ground with a screech, which had only managed to draw the Apex's attention.

Unable to afford passing up on a meal, the Apex charged after the downed flyer before collapsing atop it and devouring it alive with ravenous hunger.

It was a small creature, barely able to come up the Apex's waist if it had been standing. And it only took all of seven seconds to devour the meat betwixt its bone-like armor. But once the Apex's meal was done, it looked up to see more meat set out in the woods before it. Running a black tongue over its jaws, the apex followed it, and the next piece, and the next piece, unaware of the multi-armed creature hiding among the trees.

But there was another who was aware, one seeing from another redwood tree in the distance. Among its branches sat Nelkhanna, playfully swinging her legs as several of the Bloodborn imps slumbered in other branches nearby.

She'd been keeping track of the first sentient creatures to emerge from the Sanguine, it had been spitting out nothing but animals for some time. She had waited a bit before adding one of the sentient sparks to the Sanguine, only after being assured of its ability continually spawn creatures. Some of those creatures were quite smart, but it had been some time before she saw anything resembling an enhanced intelligence.

They'd grouped together for safety, but herd behavior was common to several creatures now. They'd made some tools, but several of the handier prey creatures would swing sticks at one another to display dominance.

But she liked to think attempting to Tame the violent first hunters was a definitive sign that she had a tribe on her hands.

Nelkhanna had given the reigns of creating an ecosystem over to the Sanguine itself, and refused to mettle too much with the first of its sentient inhabitants. They were still somewhat in a caveman phase at the moment, spending most of their time figuring out how to avoid the more dangerous of the Bloodborn. So far their best bet had been doing what most other prey did and keep their hidey holes close to the Sanguine Plains so they could make a bee-line for those giant Grazers for safety.

Speaking of whom, Nelkhanna pressed herself against the redwood tree until she slipped into it like water.

Several miles away she pulled herself out of one of the great blood rapids spilling from the Bleeding Mountain. It was the only form of fast travel she'd discovered so far, and it was more than entertaining for the moment. But what was more entertaining was the sight that awaited Nelkhanna as she came to the edge of the bloodfall and looked out over the Sanguine Plains.

It looked alien compared to what once was, a beautiful landscape of red white and black. Marching across the red fields were gigantic Bloodborn creatures she labeled as Grazers at the moment. The Grazers were massive, with one nearly a third of the Bleeding Mountain's height. She wasn't sure if the herd followed alpha logic or not, but didn't really care. They just looked cool.

She refused to name most of the Bloodborn, figuring it would be more fun for the inhabitants to come up with titles on their own. So far they weren't at that stage, but Nelkhanna would give them time to sort themselves.

But that just meant she had nothing to do. She'd made the Sanguine pretty autonomous if she were honest, it spread on its own, made the Bloodborn on its, the jury was still out on whether it could make more sentient beings without further aid but Nelkhanna didn't feel like rushing into the next sentients when she wasn't even one-hundred percent on whether the tamers were working out.

She needed to give things time, but she would be damned if she spent that time bored.

She needed something new, perhaps something besides the Sanguine?

Turning away from the mountain's edge she produced both her's and Dythum's jars of life sparks. The numerous lights for the animals almost masked how few there for sentients, and Nelkhanna found herself resolute in her decision to play things out with the Tamers first. But that didn't mean she couldn't make some wild animal all on her own without having it be linked to the Sanguine as all her children had been so far.

Back in the old world, large creatures like those that made up the herd were often targeted by humans due to how much meat they could provide. Nelkhanna didn't want the same to happen to her creatures, but she also hated how dominant they'd become in the current Sanguine Meta. Ever since they'd been spawned, every other creature so far had to tailor their efforts around them.

It was cool for now, but Nelkhanna knew things would get stale if they were to remain dominant for too long. She had no idea if the Tamers were omnivorous yet, only seeing them drink blood and feast on Bloodfruit now and then, so she wasn't sure if they'd end up hunting the herd to extinction. But if something didn't knock them off their place at the top of the food chain, she'd have to get creative one way or another.

But for now, it was time for adventure!

The Sanguine would continue spawning without her, and the sight of red and grays would get boring if there wasn't something for contrast. Approaching another stream of blood that spewed from one of the Bleeding Mountain, she reached forth and pulled out another one of those flyers. A much much larger version that immediately began screeching as it was ripped from the Sanguine's womb.

Even with it standing more than twice her height and beating its wings fervently, Nelkhanna's grip never loosened. Even as it clawed at her body, she had already gotten accustomed to the lack of pain she experienced. Instead, it was just more blood, only it didn't flow down towards the stream. Defying gravity, the blood of Nelkhanna traveled up towards her hand before swarming over the flyer in her grasp.

It went still as the blood flowed into its eyes, spreading through its veins until they bulged and split open. Its flesh began to grow, bloating and becoming harder as its body shifted.

"Not about to do this all alone." Nelkhanna cooed as she backed up "Come now Chauffeur, let's make a few maps!"

The Chauffeur stood on thick legs as it spread its enlarged wings wide, turning its piercing gaze on her for a moment before throwing itself onto its hands and knees.

"A bow?" Nelkhanna tilted her head before grabbing both edges of the massive white bone she had growing from her face "then let us enjoy this dance, new friend!"

She mimicked a curtsy to match, then giddily leaped upon the Chauffeur's back. It released a heavy snarl before bounding on hands and feet over to the two jars and picking them up with its forearms. With them securely embedded in its chest, Nelkhanna snapped her fingers and directed its gaze towards the untouched lands beyond the Sanguine. With a single beat of its wings, the Chauffeur took off from the Bleeding Rock, ferrying Nelkhanna over the lands as she kept track of the various landmarks beyond the Sanguine.

There was no telling how big or small their world was in comparison to the old one, and Cartography was a subject she wasn't exactly a stranger to. With the new perception that could only belong to a divine being, she began assembling the shapes in her head. Much of it probably wouldn't last long if the new Divinity kept making stuff like she did, but just a general idea of where things were would be nice.

Passing over other mountain regions, grasslands and forests, she flew until she could no longer spot the corruption of the Sanguine on the horizon. It was the sudden snarl of the Chauffeur the drew her attention towards something new.

She'd been flying only slight below the range of most clouds, and could see another in the skies. It was Dythum, she could tell even at a distance. She gave a wave in greeting as she passed, only to realize the Chauffeur was still maintaining its previous trajectory.

With a minor snap of the fingers, Nelkhanna had the Chauffeur slow to a stop so she could more easily call out to Dythum.

"Good to see we can still find each other beyond the first room!" she called out over the beating of the Chauffeur's wings "I won't intrude much, just curious as to what you've made so far, Dythum! I've made so many fun things in such a short time, but surely the tales of my peers' creations will inspire new ideals!"

 

[thorspuddingcup]

Our Lady of the Moon​

Did god's have blood? Astra was unsure, but she felt heat rising to her cheeks as Livet's waved a hand towards her face, the flower in his hand now pressing its light weight behind her ear. This gentleman was very smooth indeed. Her mouth opened to find words, but nothing came out. Instead she chose to sip the juice he had given her. It was crisp and refreshing. Unlike anything she had ever had before. She couldn't help but wonder why Shade had turned his drink to vinegar earlier.

"Well, I suppose you are right." Astra swallowed. "I guess that even though we find ourselves in a new life, in a new world, we still have remnants of our past selves with us." But, that in itself was a comfort. That they were still themselves despite the shift in worlds. On the table nearby sat Astra's jar, filled with flittering sparks glowing softly. Astra leaned over the buffet and grabbed her jar, bringing it up to her face and looking at it more closely. The sparks called to her, inviting her to create.

Astra looked back out the window where she could see the other gods had begun to mold the world around them. She looked back at Livets "I think I am going to take your advice, about not worrying about our current situation. I think I'm going to try and make the most of thing's. Thank you, for your kindness. I very much look forward to speaking with you again, but right now, I think I would like to take a page out of their books," Astra tilted her heads to the gods outside "and begin creating myself." She smiled at Livets.

Holding her jar close to her chest, Astra left the banquet hall. Did she know where she was going? No, not one bit. But she strode forwards regardless. The corridor was long, and filled with doors. Any of them could have led outside, but Astra ignored them. There was a door up ahead that called to her, as if it were singing a song. Astra quickened her pace until she stood in front of it. She put her hand on the doorknob, surprised to find it was cold to the touch. She turned, and swung the door inwards.

Astra gasped. Beyond the door lay grey and silver expanse of the moon. With a tentative foot, Astra stepped over the threshold until she stood completely on the moons dusty surface. Astra turned around slowly, taking in the wide expanse of space that hung above her head. She grinned, and begun to spin faster and faster until she felt dizzy. She was on the moon! She was in outer space! Never in her life did she ever think something like this would have been possible.

From the spinning, Astra lost her balance and fell over. It didn't hurt, and as Astra lay in the sparkling moon dust she couldn't help but giggle. She felt wonderful. The last year of her life had been filled with sickness and pain. To be feeling what she felt now? It was wonderful. And as weird as it seemed, Astra felt at home here on the surface of the moon. She felt like she belonged.

Looking around, Astra furrowed her brow as she tried to think about how she would create a home for herself here. Astra palmed some of the silver sand and ran it through her fingers while she thought. The sand formed a pile on the ground next to her. Astra smiled to herself, thinking of the sandcastles she and her brother would build during family vacations as children. As she thought this, the pile began to shift. It shimmered and grew until it resembled a small tower, like the one you would see on a castle. Putting two and two together, Astra gathered more sand in her hands and let it fall to the ground. She closed her eyes and pictured the what kind of place she wanted to make for herself. Drawing on inspiration from Elven architecture from Lord of the Rings, Astra imagined a palace that exuded an air of serenity and grace. The moon's surface shook below her, and after a while, once she opened her eyes, before her stood the castle with swooping and curved architecture she had been imagining. It was beautiful. But...it needed more. Gathering more sand, Astra let the particles dance from palm to palm as she imagined a lush garden surrounding the building. The sand began to transform in her hands, and Astra let it fall to the ground where grass and greenery began to spread out before her like a coffee stain on white paper.

Astra stood before her creation, feeling proud of herself. The planet she and the other gods controlled hung in the sky above and made for a majestic scene.

Oh, right, the jar. Astra picked it up from where it had fallen earlier. She pulled open the lid and the sparks flew out, dancing around her head. They emitted a faint warmth. Back on earth, nothing lived on the moon. It was a sad and barren land. Astra didn't want that for her home. Cupping one of the sparks in her hand she thought hard about what she wanted to bring into this life. First, and animal of some kind. Her favorite animal back home had been the fox. They were cute, but also cunning and sly. Smiling to herself. Astra held the spark to her bosom and willed into existence a white fox with multiple tails. She let the spark go and watched as it morphed into the creature she had imagined. Before her stood the white fox, with downy fur, and an adorable face. The fox looked at her, tilted its head and then lay on the ground at her feet, rolling it's belly up. Astra laughed, and knelt down to give the fox the belly rub's it had asked for.

"And what shall we call you? Hm?" Astra asked the fox. "Oh, you're a good boy! Yes you are! Yes you are!"

 

[ZackStop]

Augustine Beck
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Looking back up at the moon once more, his telescope like eyes lent him a clear view of the moons surface. As his eyes adjusted to the distance of the silver saucer, he witnessed something that was not present before his brief slumber. A structure had formed, a castle, the creation of one of the other gods he presumed. Something straight out of fantasy novel or movie, with structures made to appear elegantly curved with archways that were strung above the stout towers, made from something as pure and clean as white marble. It sparkled almost like a shining star bound to the globe of silver dust.

Augustine admired it for a moment, when his face contorted to become much more stern. The flapping wings of something approaching disturbed his moment of soundless peace, where before all that graced his hearing was the therapeutic breeze that gently pushed against him. It was the one he had felt the moment they took flight, Nellkhanna and her beast, Chauffeur. He could feel when something entered his domain, and now they were making their way to him he turned to look down at the stranger waving. He had not seen this one before he left in such a hurry, but he could only assume that she was one of the goddesses. Admittedly however, Augustine wasn't sure if that was a 'she' that had arrived. He hadn't seen her in the banquet hall when he was there, and her form was much more grotesque than those he had seen. A dark, shadowy figure of a man was unexpected, and a large, multiheaded, talking dog more so. Then there was Naki, a mostly feminine figure, but still unhuman, but beyond that, all other seemed human enough. A girl with long, almost translucent silver hair, a smaller girl who appeared human as well, and a man who was able to shift his appearance as easily as he breathed. That was the cast that had appeared before him, but this one he had not seen before departing. Compared to the others, even the less human ones, she was very unique.

The blood splattered goddess seemed friendly despite the appearance of reconfigured bone and muscular tissues stained with her blood. Inquiries about creation escaped her mouth with a huge helping of excitement, but he already felt impatient since his arrival to this mocking world, and her appearance did not bode well to change that. That cursed name, 'Dythum.' A name that planted itself in his mind as his new title, new name, one he was not ready to accept. The thing that he could not choose, one that he had no power over like it was picked for him. Like the bastard who took him here was his father, or mother. He was expected to be a god, but there was one above him that held more power than all of them it seemed.

His fist tightened at the sound of that name. "Do not address me with that name." Augustine spoke with distaste while drowning his spite the best he cound. He began to float down towards their altitude, effortlessly, as he spoke again. "I will not disrespect the name that was given to me at birth. Dythum is just fantasy... it's made up." His face had a hint of disgusting for having to utter it. He had no idea why he hated it so much, only that it reminded him of his less than ideal existence. "I have not created anything just yet." The voice he uttered had relaxed significantly. He was now standing on air about three yards away as he conversed with Nellkhanna. "Only a mountain, or two." Augustine could feel as though something was missing, and it only became apparent when he got closer to her. The tools he needed to create life was with her. He found it strange that she had it, and why. Was she trying to steal them? Perhaps, but it wasn't something he was entirely too interested in.

He still hadn't come into his own as a god. He felt a thrill from his awesome strength and abilities, but creating life didn't feel right to him. He found it to be dangerous, unpredictable, like anything he created could go horribly wrong. He remembered the beast from his dream, perfectly encapsulating his fears. If something like that would be brought into the world, certainly it's plaguing shadow would haunt the denizens of this new world. Augustine swore to himself that he would never create something so powerful. He decided that at the very least, he would gather his jars now rather than later. He looked Nellkhanna dead on before inquiring something himself. "You have something that belongs to me, don't you?" He held out his ring-beared hand as said ring twinkled in the moonlight, and expecting her to give his jars to him. From here on, he made a point to be more patient with those around him. After all, they are not to blame with this grief he feels now.

 

[Astrylan]

Nodding as Astra excused herself, Livets decided that he should follow suit and begin his own creating. Walking over to the table and finding his own jar, he picked it up and snapped his fingers, the jar disappearing into thin air. Grabbing a plate of cheese, he turns and heads towards the giant door and exits the hall.

"Now, what to do, what to do..." Not really knowing what to create, he figured he'd start with a place to, well, live? Shrugging to himself, he cast some magic to find the nearest large forest and teleported there.

Nodding to himself as he found a good spot, he then had an idea. Snapping his fingers once more, the surrounding area began shaking and the entire forest and the ground beneath it rising into the air, with Livets on it. Once high enough, the giant hole that was left was immediately filled and returned to almost exactly how it was earlier, with only one small change: A gigantic tree now occupied a good portion of the middle of the forest. Livets had used a couple sparks on this tree, granting it intelligence and the ability to protect the forest surrounding it.

Once the now floating forest was high enough, Livets tapped his right foot a few times and the floating island went from going up, to moving sideways.
"This'll work nicely." Livets set about creating a castle built of trees in the middle of the island. He would create some "living" being later.

 

[ZackStop]

Augustine Beck
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Augustine found himself soaring through the sky that he claimed as his own, very deep in thought. Now with the ability to create life, he had so many doubts swirling around in his head. Questions of how he will create and how that would change the world he now governed along side his fellow gods. Deep down, he didn't think he was fit to create new life like the others had. Immediately thinking back to Nellkhanna and her nightmare creature, how they could easily be a threat to the animals of the world they all came from. There needed to be balance, and those who are given this power should create with balance in mind.

He pondered and stressed for a long time before coming upon a continent, one that had formed before he had left to survey the planet. As he landed, the exotic trees of the rainforest and all it's foliage shuttered in his wake. The generated force caused water droplets of the rainforest to fall down upon him and the surrounding radius. Augustine looked around carefully, as the warm sun beamed through the canopy.

He had traveled so far from the night sky that it became morning. It scrambled his perception of time, but he felt no fatigue yet, making him wonder if that feeling will ever creep on him. When he had slept before, it hadn't felt like something that came on from a lack of sleep. Perhaps it was more of a conscious choice to fall into a slumber. He wondered if a god truly needs any at all.

This was clearly a rainforest, that much he could deduce, but Augustine felt something was missing here. Anytime he had thought of a rainforest, it was the sounds of those living in it that stuck out to him. It was a characteristic that felt synonymous, but this one was silent. The only sounds he heard was the occasional pitter patter of tropical water spilling onto the forest floor, and a subtle sound of footsteps. "Is someone else here...?" He asked himself, before turning to look at a tree which he walked up to. He placed his hand on the tree and began to question who made this forest. If it was made before they had arrived, perhaps by the one who brought them here. It was possible there was one among them that too their leave before he and the other arrived. It was curious, there definitely was another god in this rainforest with them, but he chose not to pursue them. Instead, he decided this would be the place he would create life as a test.

He opened the jar, allowing a spark to float out of it before letting it fall into his hand like a gentle snowflake. He stated at, the glow overtaking his vision, fixating on it as everything else went dark, before he closed his fist over it. He decided on an ape. one that could survive on the vegetation of this world surrounding them, a sturdy race of animal that could thrive here. And as he opened his hand again, he found that the spark was gone. A rustling occurred above him, causing water droplets to fall, his creation had already found their home in the large trees above him. He looked up at the sound of huffing from the apes before floating up to greet them. The did not fear him, in fact appeared to admire their creator, holding hands out with curiosity. Augustine was hesitant to reach out to them at first, but his fear was quickly overcome. He remained stern, but offered his hand to them and joined hands with the nearest one.

They were nothing special, just apes. Something that was present in the world before, but he felt the need to create something simple, something he understood. It was the first step to finding the desire to create at all. He was hesitant, but after looking into the eyes of something he had made inspired him to find more use with his power. He left his creation behind in that rainforest and set out to another location, with an idea of what he wanted to do next.

Once he stopped, he had made it to random location above the ocean, but it felt right to start here. Augustine focused, and held out a hand and began to raise a mass from the ocean, a large gathering of mountains emerged that would be the building blocks of a new, rocky island. As soon as the land mass was big enough, he swiped his hand to the side creating a massive shockwave rippling through the ocean around it, before raising the hand to lift the top half of the mountain range away. Raising it into the sky, it began to break apart into smaller more manageable chunks which he scattered into the ocean to grow into smaller islands.

Augustine descended to the new ground below him, and walks from the vacant shore where waves crashed to the mountainous incline he had designed. The dark gray floor crumpled into smaller rocks under his feet to allow plant life to grow from patches of dirt that were left behind. He knew that before he could create people, he had to first create livestock. He continued to walk around the island, giving time for plant life to take root, before creating powerful bovines and exotic birds never seen on the earth they all came from. In time he pulled species of trees and berry bushes from other landmasses to plant them for for his new creations. It wouldn't be long before he created man, the same way other gods had in stories told centuries before him.

 

[thorspuddingcup]

Our Lady of the Moon
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The fox bounded off to explore its new home, leaving Astra to herself. There were still sparks in her jar, but she wasn't feeling particularly inspired to create anything at this exact moment.

Astra began walking towards her new home. Walking wasn't the best word for it, more like gliding. She felt weightless here, as if she was made of air itself. She was on the moon, so that made sense, she supposed.

Her castle loomed overhead as she came closer. The stone walls were smooth and iridescent, as if starlight itself was embedded within. Astra smiled to herself. A place like this was something she had always wanted to visit when she was alive on Earth, but couldn't due to the limits of reality. But it seemed like she really had transcended into god-hood, and reality was what she shaped it. She stepped over the threshold, and a sense of calm washed over Astra. There was a light scent in the air, one she couldn't quite place. Looking around, she deduced that the scent must be emitting from the glowing flowered vines that crawled up the wall and across the ceiling. The scent reminded Astra of raspberries. Once, Astra had heard that astronauts had described outer space as smelling like raspberries. Perhaps her past experiences and perceptions had molded her surroundings more than she had thought.

Her castle was large, the halls empty and serene. Open windows gave one a perfect view of the newly grown gardens outside, and the planet below. Astra wandered the halls, exploring her territory. If her feet had truly been touching the ground, her footsteps would have echoed loudly throughout the space. Although beautiful, Astra found her castle to be quiet and lonely. So much space, yet so devoid of joy and life. Looking at the jar in her hands, Astra supposed that was up to her to fill the halls with laughter and love. But, creating a more advanced lifeform was rather anxiety inducing. Now was not the right time for her. Perhaps she could invite some of the other gods here to mingle. That might make the space feel more like a home for the time being.

"I wonder what they are doing?" Astra said aloud to herself. She looked out the arched windows to the planet, as if she could see her peers from up here with clarity. If she wasn't mistaken the surface of the planet did seem to have more shape to it. As if the earth was being molded.

 

[Astrylan]

Livets had finished his castle. Made entirely, well mostly, of wood instead of stone, it gave an almost surreal feeling, as if it was alive. In fact it was - Livets hadn't cut or hurt a single tree. Instead, he had had them grow into the shapes he wanted, while providing them with the nutrients to do so. The castle was surrounded by a forest teeming with wild life he had created, wild life he had no intention of releasing elsewhere. Now, he figured, was a good time to create his first 'intelligent' life. He figured an Elf race would fit well in the forest he created his island from, and teleported himself just below the massive tree he had created earlier. "Elves. A race so associated with nature that even on earth it was rare to find a story where they weren't living in forests or protecting nature in some way. Perfect to live here in this forest and as my first creation of a mortal being that is considered intelligent life." Pulling a few life sparks from thin air, Livets began gathering mana and the sparks in one spot; slowly coalescing into multiple humanoid shapes. Tall, and lithe, fast and strong, and extremely beautiful. Infinite life span, yet slow to birth children. Strong magic potential, love of nature and life, hatred for those who wantonly destroyed nature and life. The Jinsi Elf. Livets first complicated creation on this planet. He created about 4 dozen for now, with the intention to create more later, and elsewhere as the other gods began filling this planet with their own creations.

Before addressing the elves in front of him, Livets took more sparks, and created the life that would live alongside the elves in the forest. Carnivores, Herbivores and Omnivores, all now lived in the forest protected by the sentient tree. The forest would grow, and the Elves would protect and tend to it. Over the years, he was sure the size would fluctuate, but such was the nature of life. Finally turning to the elves, he granted them language, and even formed their first weapons and homes for them before he explained everything."You are the Jinsi Elves. Protect this forest, and keep the ecosystem balanced. Never take more than is needed, and never take what is given for granted. Live. Live as if nature itself is a part of you, and you a part of it, because you are a part of it just as it is a part of you. However remember this: You need the life, the nature in this forest to survive, but it does not need you. This forest can survive thousands, if not millions of years without your aid, yet you can make it prosper more than it ever could without your help. Live side by side with the animals of the forest, yet do not hesitate to kill for food as needed, and do not hesitate to snuff out existences that threaten the balance in this forest. Learn about this forest, and let it learn of you." Livets turned around, and spread his arms while gesturing towards the large, sentient tree. "Pay heed to the Protector of the forest, this tree, this being, this, living being. It will help protect this forest, and help protect you. In turn I ask that you do the same for it. Over time it may gain more sentience then I have given it, or it may not. I have given it the potential, however I prefer to let nature take it's course and will not force that potential from it myself. Neither should you either, lest it become something unnatural instead."

With all that said, he turned back to the elves once more and his form shifted from his life god form to his magical one. "Now, I shall grant you knowledge of magic. You are race gifted in magic of nature, of life and of the earth, but that does not mean that none will be born with potential in other magics. Do not discriminate against them; fire is certainly dangerous in a forest, but fire can also be a tool used to cleanse sick plants and trees. Such sickness can kill a forest in months if left unchecked." Livets caused water to spout from his hand into the air, creating a large rainbow across the forest canopy. "I am sure I have no need to tell you the benefits of Water magic in a forest. As for the other kinds of magic, I will let you figure it out on your own. I shall aid you from time to time, but I will not coddle you." With that, he left, teleporting to his home in the clouds, not a trace of magic left to be tracked either.