Lords of Creation: Panoply Rising (IC Thread)

[Razade]

From outside the Void came a single note which became many as it passed from Elsewhere into the here and now. The Notes lingered and from their music was woven a vast Creation and at its apex was the First World, a spheroid of earth covered in water and beyond it the vast expanse of The Void. The music played until it faded, only their echoes remaining with the still lingering energy of Creation. These were the First Gods, the Primordials born not from man but from Existence itself.

[Razade]

Jyn'Hao: Which Calls Splendor from the Void

Jyn’Hao was the first of these echoing songs and from between the Nadir and Apex it sprang forth and draped about itself the Void as garments and breathed the cold stale air into divine lungs. Too cold, it thought quietly to itself and from the Void flared a vast cosmic flame to rival all flames. Distant it was to the First World for Jyn’Hao wished not to burn the First World and its oceans and thus it set the First World spinning about the Sun. Yet it had miscalculated...miscalculated far too much for the First World did not itself spin so only one face received the warm rays of the fiery orb.

It had miscalculated too the warmth it wished to give for the Void grew hot and even the darkness began to melt and bend and so to fix these errors it set about the creation of another orb, this one of soft silvers and cool light. It would spin about the First World and when it dipped behind the dark side it would cast its softer light onto the unseen face of Creation. This was the Moon and it offered succor to whatever might dwell in the regions that knew not the Sun.

These mechanisms would not keep themselves in motion for the other songs were other possible hands that might wring further distress on the Void and so with a sweep of a hand Jyn’Hao called forth the still fresh notes of its own birth and forged a vast forest about itself. This was the Navel of Creation which sat between the First World and the bottom of the Void and from here Jyn’Hao made its home. As it had dressed itself in the Void so too did it begin its song anew Which Calls Splendor from the Void, and like petals this new realm closed about the Navel and shielded it from the eyes of those that might come after. This new Realm was a vast forge for the petals closed not only on the Navel but all that which the Navel might have been and beneath the vast Forest of Quintessence roiled an ocean of flame and steam, of mud and cloud and it was this ocean the Forest dipped its roots.

But Jyn’Hao was not yet satisfied for it was a single being and its work yet unrealized would require many hands. From its garments it tore scraps and from the redwood trees that gave the fruit of Quintessence it fashioned crude faces and then it breathed life into these little dolls and the Shi were born. Simple beings, the Shi moved about the Void and the three Orbs with purpose inscrutable to all but themselves for even Jyn’Hao had made them not to do what it desired but to do what needed doing. Yet it cared for it's little dolls, and knew it would do what needed doing should harm befall them. Jyn’Hao had filled its kingdom with servants who cared naught for the will of their creator. Jyn’Hao was pleased. Even so, the Void was still empty and from the Navel it spread its last bit of music into the form of massive flippered beasts that shone with vigor. These Starwhal flocked between the First World and its sibling Orbs and cared not machinations of others. They were simply what they were, they were nothing more.

Only with all this done did Jyn’Hao feel satisfied and with a heavy sigh it called forth its own small home, a single pagoda at the center of the Forest of Quintessence and there it sat at the highest floor and watched its garden. From this height it waited, it waited to see what the other songs would become. It waited to see if other songs would come and speak with it. How interesting would that be?

Spoiler: AP Actions

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Starting AP: 16AP

Create Land: The Sun(2AP) - The Sun is a massive orb of cosmic flame that is far from the First World. It’s yellow orange and hot enough to burn most mortals to cinders without precaution. The first World orbits about The Sun but is tidally locked. Shi work over The Sun, creating cool spots with their bodies and calling forth massive flares of the cosmic flame.

Create Land: The Moon(2AP) - The Moon is a pale silvery orb that rotates about the First World. It is a third the size of the First World and should a mortal reach it they would find it is silvery due to a thick dense layer of clouds and rain and frost. Underneath these clouds lays a verdant and unspoiled world of forest and rivers and beneath this a massive cold fresh water ocean. Shi dwell on the Moon, harvesting the rain waters and waters from the cool ocean. Where they take it is unknown.

Create Major Artifact: The Navel of Creation (5AP) - The Navel of Creation appears as a massive flat disk with a sprawling forest of ghostly redwood trees that hang heavy with fruit. These fruit are Quintessence and each is a single possible world in itself. The Navel of Creation offers a Discount on the Create Plane action.

Infuse Major Artifact: The Navel of Creation (3AP) - The Navel of Creation is infused with the power of Jyn’Hao. The Navel of Creation is now a Relic and provides an additional 1AP discount for the Create Plane Action.

Create Plane: Which Calls Splendor from the Void (2AP) - Which Calls Splendor from the Void is a massive realm divided into multiple overlapping layers all floating above a sea of constantly shifting flame, water, cloud and mud. These layers house vast empty cities of solid metal that appears as the open night sky. These layers shift and move as well and if one could possibly raise above all the layers they would appear as a massive flower with all its petals splayed. At the center of this flower is the Navel of Creation and Jy’Hao’s personal home.

Create Monstrous Life: Starwhals (1AP) - Starwhals ply the void beyond the First World, massive beasts that sparkle and shine with their own inner light. Starwhal are peaceful though will defend their herds in signs of danger. Starwhals live off the waters of the Moon and the heat of the Sun that fills the Void.

Create Monstrous Life: The Shi (1AP) - The Shi exist as transient energy born forth from the Navel of Creation. Appearing as ragged cloth with bizarre masks, the Shi stalk Which Calls Splendor from the Void and the Void itself. The Shi work in some inscrutable mechanism and even when damaged do not respond or cease their work.

Gain Domain: Creation (Planar Energy) - Create Major Artifact: Navel of Creation (5 AP), Infuse Major Artifact: The Navel of Creation (3AP), Create Plane: Which Calls Splendor from the Void (2AP) = 10AP

16AP - 2AP - 2AP - 5AP - 3AP - 2AP - 1AP - 1AP = 16AP
Current AP: 0AP

[RolandDeschain]

Biyaha: So Sing the Waters

So it was that there was naught but brackish waters that swamped and drowned the world. All that could be; all that would be, was not and could not if the world remained as it was.

The stagnant water slowly began to stir and flow as Biyaha became conscious and self-aware. Moving through the depths of the Great Ocean and wrapping his consciousness in the waters of the First World, his exploration of the world was also one of self-exploration as he plumbed the depths of his powers and perception.

Time immeasurable passed as Biyaha traveled and grew. Thus it was that he discovered that the First World was a great orb for he had grown so large that he approached that which he had just passed moments ago.

In great consternation he roared,"Is this all? There must be more!", and he rose.

He pulled himself upward until he broke through the surface of the Great Ocean, and gazing upon the sun and moon he heard the lingering notes of ethereal music. Where the light of the sun fell upon the Great Ocean, the waters teemed with the potential of life and Biyaha was gladdened. There was more! But, perhaps more importantly, there lie almost limitless potential for much, much more in the life and lifeforms that would come! His heart sang as he rose higher and higher into the sky, wrapping the waters of Great Ocean about himself in the form of a titanic humanoid.

As he rose, land began to emerge as the waters of the First World withdrew. First there were merely scattered islands, but as he drew more and more of the brackish water to manifest himself, those islands were revealed to be the greatest peaks of long mountain ranges. Delighting in the revelation he quested ever higher and drank ever deeper. So it was that he came to where the sky met the cold, black void and discovered that the waters of the Great Ocean would rise no further. Raising his arms he ran his fingers along the bottom of the void and startled at the result. Where the water met the void it vaporized into small wispy clouds.

Strangely satisfied, he turned back to The First World to discover that the ocean had receded to reveal a contiguous landmass spanning well over half of the world. The brackish waters ran down the mountains, carving valleys, pooled into vast lakes, before eventually retreating back to what remained of the Great Ocean. A contentment fell across his heart as he realized what needed to happen for life's potential to come to be.

With tremendous strength he broke free from the Great Ocean and threw the water of his bodily manifestation against the void. Rain laden clouds raced off in every direction clearly defining the boundary between sky and void. As the rains came to the First World they fell across the great land, Dalalkan, with grasses and forests bursting from the rich soil. The waters cleansed and nourished, running off to form great rivers – The Webi carving out a deep canyon through the head lands before cascading over the great escarpment, The Upper Webiga, The Galbi flowing down from the great mountains of the west, The Bari from the mountains in the east, and the Lower Webiga where the great rivers of the First World make their way to the seas.

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Starting AP = 16AP

• Create Land -2AP: Dalalkan(duh-LAWL-khan)is a supercontinent that covers approximately sixty-five percent of the First World. Notable features being the semiarid savannas of the headlands and the great escarpment that separates it from the rest of the continent, the fertile steppes of the Lower Webiga river valley, the western mountains, the eastern mountains, the great northern peninsula, the massive rainforest of the far east, and the deserts of the northeast and far west. The major rivers are the Webi, the Upper Webiga, Lower Webiga, Galbi, and Bari.
• Bless -1AP Steady is the Rain: The water cycle of the First World is blessed by Biyaha to be consistent and somewhat predictable, making droughts and floods fairly rare.

Remaining AP = 16AP-3AP=13AP

[Black Socks]

A new song was created. It was light... and cheerful... and filed with joy.
Qefnera had been born. She surveyed the First World, marveling at the possibilities.
"Well, this won't do at all! I need a peaceful little place for my art! Hmm...."
She looked at the massive landmass, but then decided it would be better to make her own.
Concentrating, she raised her hands, and a medium-small island rose from the sea, situated fairly close to Dalakan. It was mostly soft, rolling hills, but peaceful woods dotted the landscape here and there.
"Beautiful! Makes me want to paint it! Speaking of which.... If I'm going to spread the beauty of art, I need some agents down there. I think I'll call them.... 'elves'."
Concentrating again, she visualized what she wanted the beings to look like, and creatures began to appear on the island. They had long, pointed ears, and looked around at the terrain.
"And finally, I'll need to introduce them to art."
And they were. Some elves had already started drawing simple images in the dirt with a rock, or arranging flowers in patterns on the ground. They were learning so quick!
Qefnera smiled. This was going to be fun.

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Starting AP= 16 AP

Create Land (2 AP): Jyhennia, an island situated off the south coast of Dalakan. It's mostly fertile land, with lots of hills and valleys, but there are forests scattered among the hills as well.
Create Sapient Life (2 AP): Elves, a whimsical and art-loving race. Currently situated on Jyhennia.
Create Mundane Concept(1 AP): Art. Just simple stuff, like drawing in the dirt with a stick or smearing chalk on a cave wall.

Remaining AP: 16 AP- 5 AP= 11 AP remaining

[Eldest]

Ambe

Ambe forms in the sky above the First World from a discordant harmony, two strains of song opposing and complementing each other. She stares down at the world, reaching idly for the skies. "Bland. Boring, might well be snoring. Let us make it breath. She reaches out to the rains, heating this part, spinning there, forming a great thunderstorm, which breaks over the land with a roar, soaking it in water and thunder, moving towards the elves slowly but surely. "I have made it seethe."

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Starting AP= 16 AP

Curse (I guess?) Of Storms, 2AP. (sorta kinda countering the rains)

Remaining AP = 14.

[Black Socks]

Qefnera is rudely interrupted from watching an elf try to paint by.... Is that a storm? Must be Ambe's work. Still, I'm sure she means no harm. I'll just have to talk to her.
She focuses and halts the storm, before seeking out Ambe.
"Excuse me, Ambe. I know you don't intend to slaughter my creations, but could you please not target them with storms? There's a whole uninhabited continent for you to play with."

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Starting AP= 11 AP
Counter Eldest's Curse (3 AP): Stop the storm from reaching the elves.
Remaining AP: 11 AP- 3 AP= 8 AP remaining

[Eldest]

Ambe

She raises an eyebrow at her sister's arrival, and then gives a quizzical look, arms crossed, at the request. "What good's a storm if nobody feels it? You must think I'm a real twit. But rest assured, sister dear, the elves had nothing to fear. Twas rain and thunder, true, but the elves it would not have slew. She does let the storm be deflected, however. No need antagonizing siblings, when they always made the most delightful friends. Or, they would, given more time in creation.

[Black Socks]

"Oh. Thank you. I do suppose they need to learn to fend for themselves. I guess I just overreacted."
And indeed, a rain does begin to fall, forcing the elves to seek shelter.

[thethird]

Zul and Ospal

As the sun rose so did the hawk. And when the moon soared across the sky the cat danced among the trees. The bird fell upon the feline and both twisted themselves interlocking into a primal dance. Feathers gave part to teeth as the hawk became a fox that chased the squirrel as it squirmed away. The puff tail tantalizing the jaws as it made it's escape running atop roots to gnarled to be from a world so young.

When the catch was almost sure it turned into a dove raising flight and leaving the fox looking up at the sky before it turned into a bat and gave chase once again. Both fluttered as the world turned. When the white grow to far she danced and twinkled daring or beaconing the other. If the black teeth and claws grew to close they would snap always just late enough to push the pursuit.

Such was the game of Zul and Ospal for long nights and longer days. Until they tried to bring others into their game. Zul with the form of a hare dared tigers to chase after her but she grew too fast to thrilled with the speed that she left any pursuer behind breaking her game. Ospal though couldn't find match among lesser prey. The first time he chased a bear while in the shape of a wolf he broke it with a single bite.

Both observed in curiosity as the spirit of the animal left it's body and departed. They chased after it. And suddenly they found themselves at a realm unlike the prime yet similar to it. To them it appeared to be more gray, less full, shapeless. It was inhabited by spirits, the spirits of animals that had left the world. But there were others, others that were alive, and shone with light and color making things vivid around them. The gods enjoyed the place and explored it to their hearth's content while playfully chasing one another.

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16 AP

1 AP (Shared Action, feel free to add to this): The Beyond is a parallel realm to the prime material. It is vast, much, much larger than the prime, and might in fact be infinite. Despite this it is linked to the real world mirroring it, if not necessarily in a permanent form.

Objects such as geographical formations, forests, and mountains exist. Buildings exist as long as they have been around the real world long enough to create an impression on the Beyond. The Beyond reflects more than mere physical aspects, it also features emotional or psychological impressions, accentuating them.

There are two kinds of inhabitants in the Beyond, ghosts who are simple grey memories of what they were, and dreamers who are projections of what they are. Dreamers are the ones that make the Beyond feel alive, even if they are simply animals dreaming, the less dreamers there are in a particular area the more gray and blurred it becomes.

OoC: I'm leaving some stuff open for others to add to it.

[Eldest]

Ambe

Ambe inclines her head in gratitude, and reaches out for the clouds. In consolation, she spreads the storm-head out, raining on the elves but with only occasional thunder, and not nearly the intensity of the full storm. That enough, sister dear, or is there else to fear?

[Black Socks]

"Perfect, thank you! So, do you have any plans for this world? Maybe creating a new race, like I did with the elves?"
The elves had sought shelter in the trees. The dense canopy of leaves gives them protection from the rain.
Clever little folk.

[Tanzan Aura]

A note, particularly condensed, exploded in midair, scattering little balls of light everywhere around the first world, into the firmament, across the skies.
The night, pitch black until then, lit up for the first time with a gazillion of little dots that will be called stars.

As the last particles of condensed energy escaped, rings adorned with runes never seen before started to spin, propulsed by large, dark wings, still vibrating with the original symphony. Shortly after the first few movements, a cloud formed, covering most of the features of the newborn deity before themselves lit up just like the night sky.

The deity themselves didnt move, save from the spinning of their rings and wings, as if they were asleep.
Ezoth was gazing at the sky above them, looking at those bits of themselves scattered in the dark. They mentally traced constellations, as they floated their way through the First World, until they found themselves in a strange place. Eerie...

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Start: 16AP

1 AP (Shared Action): The Beyond
A place of dreams and tranquility. Stars peacefully shine in the sky above, as if their brightness and color was intensified by the eerie place.

Create Land (2AP): Stars
Stars are tiny shards of primal energy who float into the void, providing light from afar. When one star's time has come, it explodes in a supernova and leaves clouds of magic behind, from which a newborn star can rise. This cycle is very slow though, and most stars can live a hundred milleniums before they could die. They are too far for anyone to reach them, now.

End: 16-1-2= 13AP

[RolandDeschain]

Biyaha- Jyhennia

As the rains fell across the island of Jyhennia, so did Biyaha come to learn of the land and the elves that inhabited it. The land drank its fill before the water began to pool and run off. Bending his will to the task, The Father of Waters pulled the water to a course favorable to his whim, cutting a path that ran nearly the entire length of the continent from southwest to northeast. Thus was the great crystal clear waters of the Bicoya River formed and Biyaha came to know the elves.

The elves that bathed in the Bicoya River soon learned of its mysterious powers.

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Dalalkan, head of the Galbi River

Coming to the shores of the cold mountain lake Biyaha, lapped gently upon the rocky shores and gazed into the massive forest that lay cradled between the arms of the great western range. There was something majestic and untamed about the towering redwood trees that marched down to the waters edge. Of course he could follow the lesser river's course up through the mountains to the glacial lakes that fed the Galbi, but he would never stride through those forests and discover the dark mysteries that lie within.

He sent his consciousness questing beneath the canopy of the great trees, but his perception began to fail him as he left the river and lake behind. But here, beneath the great behemoths of the western forest he could feel the primal force of the wild and untamed places of the world. Stirring along the forest floor he gathered up pine needles, sticks, leaves, mud and bits of fur left behind from one of the forest's denizens. Building it up to stand upon two legs he poured into it his curiosity and the primal force that emanated from the forest. Gently he laid it down upon a bed of pine straw, and covered it with a blanket of moss. "Sleep my son, and rise to the wonderment of this world when the moon's light falls upon this place next. When you wake you will not know me, but in your heart you will recognize me if ever we meet. You are free to wander this world and discover the richness of its bounty, going places I shall never tread. You will discover and follow your own course and work miracles of which I can only dream, but for now sleep."

Spoiler: A God is Born

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Enter Sathwatch

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Beginning AP=13AP

• Alter Land -1AP: The Bicoya River of Jyhennia. The crystalline waters of the Bicoya River cut a winding, narrow course across the continent of Jyhennia, its waters so pure as to taste sweet. The elves of Jyhennia come to feel a connection to the river as it seems to mystically bestow them with miraculous inspiration.
• Bless -1AP: Font of Inspiration - The elves that bath in the sweet waters of the Bicoya River are nearly overcome with mystic inspiration and create artistic masterpieces of unearthly beauty and grace. This blessing finds the latent talents of the individual and brings it forth, driving them to create incredible paintings, music, sculptures, dances, poetry, architecture, etc...when/if these concepts are created. What effected the waters of the Bicoya has on other races is unknown...

Ending AP: 13AP - 1AP -1AP = 11AP

[Hatter]

Coming of Sathwatch

The Beast's eyes snapped open, black orbs embodied with swirling stars and endless clouds. He rose to his feet, stumbled and rose once more.

He took in his surroundings, the first intelligent life to walk the continent since the time of it's creation. He shook out his mane of fur, pine needles and leaves flying in all directions before he headed deeper into the forest.

As he stepped, his eyes darted about with curiosity. He saw more than anything, the various monkies which swung from the tree branches and screeched their songs of awe at his presence.

Stopping in a clearing, Sathwatch turned to see a group of monkies that have followed him. Their eyes lit up with wonder and many tilted their heads.

Sathwatch let out a kind chuckle before calling them forward, intelligence and wonder entering their minds as they came closer to the Lord of Wild Places.

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16AP Start
-2AP Create Sapient Life (Takwa): The Takwa are a race of monkey-folk with thick and coarse hair ranging in various shade of brown and greys. On average they stand anywhere from 3-4ft in height and usually weigh no more than 90lbs. They are born with a natural sense of curiosity and a love of nature.
14AP Remaining

[Hatter]

The Takwa

Sathwatch placed a large hand upon the head of one of the Takwa and with a grunt, he spoke in a series of chirps and grunts, the language of the Takwa. "Hmmmmm...Takwa...hmmmmm... Come, follow."

So, the god led his people through the forest. He taught them how to hunt and how to forage for food and much needed supplies. He taught them how to constantly move from place to place so that they would never over harvest any one area.

Many cycles of the moon had come and passed. Sathwatch stood outside of the encampment of the Takwa which sat nestled among the trees. He watched them with eyes of pride in their success and with a fang filled smile, he faded into the trees.

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14AP Start
-1AP Basic Concept(Hunting): While every society is capable, none are more skilled than the Takwa.
-1AP Basic Concept(Foraging) While every society is capable, none are more skilled than the Takwa.
-2AP Advanced Concept(Language: Takwaese): The language of the Takwa is a highly complicated series of chirps and whistles which mimic the various forms of nature from raindrops to the rustling of leaves and migrating birds.
-2AP Form Society(The Follows): While many small and separate tribes exist, The Fallows exist as the largest gathering of Takwa. They are nomadic in nature with a strong feel of personal freedom over laws and tradition. They love and respect nature, living in harmony with the thing that gives them the means to survive and never let anything go to waste. Sathwatch is their patron deity.
8AP Remaining

[Gunhaven]

Carakhan – Birth in the Ocean
From the void, came the song of creation. Even as the notes formed the world, in the deepest trenches it still lingered until the divine energy found a singular egg in a clutch of octopus eggs. Slowly the egg mutated, encouraged by the divine energy, until it became something entirely different. No longer was it an octopus, instead becoming the first Cephalid.
She knew from the start that She was different. Slowly She moved from Her trench, watching with detached interest as land rose from Her ocean. Instead She saw it fitting that the sea She swims through become populated with reefs fitting for Her brethren and scattered sixty-four such havens throughout the sea, most barely big enough to be a village as She laid a clutch of Her children at each. She saw no need to be rushed and took Her time before She returned to the first reef.
What She found was unacceptable. The coral grew well enough in the waters and the cephalid had no real problems having successive generations. What they did have a problem with was everyone fighting against each other for what meager scraps they could gather. She let loose an almost unnoticeable noise through the village and caused the cephalids to stop in their tracks. Slowly the entire village began to chant as one.
"Here in Her shrine, here in Her temple. Here do we toil, that we might remember. Here we reclaim, what faithless minds have stolen. Far from ourselves, She grows ever near to us. Our eyes once were blinded, now through Her do we see. Our arms once were idle, Now through them does She speak."
From village to village She travelled once again. In each village She saw the same chaos. In each village She let loose Her shriek; and in each village the Cephalids were left in a daze as they chanted Her praise. Tirelessly they began to work to straighten up the reefs they inhabited. Slowly a society would form under such chanting, where free will had no place.

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Starting: 16 AP
Create Mundane Concept (-1 AP): Coralcrafting More a necessity than anything, the Cephalids quickly develop the means to grow and shape coral in intricate designs. At it's most basic they use it to grow jewelry to wear and buildings to live in, although in time it may be used for more offensive applications such as armor and weapons.
Create Land (-2 AP): Lustria, the Reefs Below Made up of 64 reefs scattered loosely about what remains of the sea are the cities and villages of the cephalids. Each reef is a vibrant ecosystem, even if the water outside such reefs would be otherwise unsuitable for such a thing. For now, though, the reefs shift with the creation of future landmasses and always remaining just past the horizon of the coasts of said land masses.
Create Sentient Race (-2 AP): Cephalids SQUIDFOLK HOOOOO! Although more similar to octopi in form. Nothing expressly forbids them from using the two longest tentacles as feet, or the remaining six as hands, and they all remain just as agile as the others. It’s just considered rude to do such, just as it’s rude to be completely nude. Instead they like to decorate their bodies with corals that live within their villages, weaving simple clothing out of seaweed.
Create Society (-2 AP): Lustrian Cirrina, the Ordered Temples Most, although not all, cephalids belong to the Ordered Temples. It is here that Carakhan’s Chant has taken hold and driven out the dangers of free will. In its place has been a more Socialist/Communist government, where all within share what they have for the Greater Good. See the photos attached for examples of said villages as all within them take their roles as seriously as possible.
Ending: 9 AP

[Gnomes2169]

The Dreamer and the Song

When the music that formed the world began, it had drifted aimlessly, wandering through the Void as it searched for some thing to listen to it. For so long it went unheard, gathering more and more songs, those that would eventually become gods, to itself as it looked for something, anything to hear its tune. Days turned into years, years into centuries, and centuries into millenia, and all that had been found were more songs that added to the beautiful cacophany that slowly overtook the First Song, making it fade as it still dutifully tried to find someone to listen... for what was the purpose of music if it went unheard?

But then, just as it began to finally fade, they found the slumbering dragon.

With a brilliant crescendo, the songs began to swirl around this eternal beast and play their unique tunes, every player having their part and every note of the symphony specifically placed to be pleasing to the ears of the audience... or at least, that is what the First Song had intended. But there were some voices that were too brash, and others too meak, and while they started with a glorious symphony it soon devolved into a chaos of which song could play loudest, and which could find an opening to be heard above the rest, and the First Song was drowned within the chaotic cacophony.

But still, their audience slumbered. Its dreams undisturbed, and the terrible noise not even making it shift.

Now, whether it was merely a metaphysical phenomina, or if the music had gained some small amount of sentience in all that time, the First Song was insulted. Here it had been, echoing out for all to hear, and when it finally found a mind that could listen, that mind was sleeping?! No... no, this would not stand. Music was meant to be heard, and if it couldn't be heard, then it would be felt.

The First Song reached out into the other melodies, grasping their power and weaving it into roaring waves, crashing and swirling about the beast with thunderous fury. A sphere of water that smashed against scale and tooth and claw, and that tried to drag it under to wake the beast, so that it might hear the beauty around it.

But the dragon merely floated to the top, no matter how much water the symphony created.

Reaching into its companions for strength again, the First song in its frustration greated a swell of gravity within the watery world's center. Grasping and grabbing the Dreamer, it dragged the dragon down to the world's core, trying to squeeze and crush the breath out of the godly being. In the song's fury, it did not care for the pain it might cause, for it would be heard before it disappeared.

But the Dreamer's form held no breath, and though it wavered and rippled, there was no flesh to squeeze, and no bone to crush. And so it slept on, undisturbed by all the song had created and all of the symphonies it had spun.

And the First Song's strength began to fail it. The other melodies spun off, flung back to the void, fading, or shifting into something more than just music as the gods were born. But the First Song remained, notes lightly lingering in the waves and the air as it still desperately tried to make the being that might enjoy it hear the beauty and horrors that it held. But, now that the other songs and voices began to fade, something else could be heard in the stillness; The gentle weeping of a voice with no choir that the First Song, in all of its wrath and all of its excitement, had missed.

And its tune changed, becoming one of comfort and peace as it gathered around the beast, answering the dragon's silent pleas with its fading voice the best that it could. With the time and strength it had left the song supported the Dreamer in its melody. Once land began to form, the fading tune would gently raising the slumbering form from the sea and usher it to a cavern within the southern mountains, allowing it to rest, undisturbed for now.

The song would then finally disappear, its last note hanging in the air just long enough to hear an echo in the silence... an echo within the dreams of the sleeper. And in there would it remain, new, beautiful and ever growing and changing, the song of Creation itself would live on in the dragon, a soft whisper that those that lay beside the beast would always hear.

Alone with only its memories once more, Yag-Azreal's mind would subtly send this melody out to the denizens of this world, calling out to them in the stillness and the silent places. Only very few would hear the song, and fewer still would come to find it, but there would be some, mortals of all races, all backgrounds and types, that came to answer that gentle summons. None would disturb the resting god, but all would come to discover the secrets within creation's song. For some there would linger only madness, for others a peace and love that was unending.

And through it all, Yag-Azreal slept on. In the realm of dreams it had formed its castle, stunning spires and radiant beauty a bastion for all who were weary. Shades danced within, memories of those things that could take no form in this reality, and laughter and joy prommised within these halls.

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Starting AP: 16

-1 AP: Blessing; Song of Creation
At all times Yag-Azreal is surrounded by the music of the First Song, but this song may only be heard in the silence and darkness of night. Mortals that hear this song are influenced by it, typically positively, but sometimes negatively. What matters is that they are changed.

-1 AP: Blessing; Call of Silence
Among some mortals there is a gentle call, one that whispers to the troubled, lonely and outcasts of the world. These unwanted few are called to come to the south, to form a community of those like themselves around the Void Dragon, and to make new lives in the nearly silent community. Not all of these chosen few leave their homes, and not all that partake in the pilgrimage survive the journey south, but slowly, a society will begin to grow...

-2 AP: Shared Create Plane (Create Land level); Castle of Memories
The realm of dreams holds a place within it dedicated specifically to Yag-Azreal's dreams, a place which other mortals and gods may visit if they sleep within the "walls" of the palace, but that cannot be changed by another being's dreams alone (i.e, ap must be spent to modify this castle). The palace itself is massive, covering enough area to completely dominate the southern peninsula, and almost a hundred more miles inland.

Those that enter this place may relive their memories flawlessly, and may catch fleeting specters and shades of the Void Dragon's memories, but they cannot truly view the dreams of the god. Visitors to the castle may also share their memories with one another, but such actions will be flawed and murky reflections of memory at best.

Ending AP: 12

[Tanzan Aura]

They are above.

Flying as high as they could, Ezoth tried to go as close as they could to the stars.
And then they rested, daydreaming.
But for a deity, a dream could always become reality, if enough power was used to make it so.
And so Ezoth, in their sleep, imagined the architecture of a planetary-like structure. Jewels spun around, reflecting the many stars twinkling in the sky. The Sun was represented as a ball of pure gold, adorned with fiery etching, while the Moon was a ball of silver engraved with delicate lace-like patterns spinning around a sphere made of jade, adorned with the outlines of the lands, who represented the First World. The whole planetary would spin at the same pace as what it represented.
And the Great Planetary became.
The deity quickly noticed strange creatures also got out of his dream; they were hard to look at, since their bodies reflected the stars and galaxies. They seemed to have a strange misty composition, as some of them grew wings to fly away wherever they wanted to be, or simply turned to dust only to regain their original composition after a jewel hit them in its endless spin.

Dream Sprites... This name seems fitting.

The creatures turned to the one who created and named them. Some of them made a lullaby-like sound, garbled yet still somewhat melodious.

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Start: 13AP

Create Mythical Life (4AP): Dream Sprites
Dream Sprites look like eerily owl-like creatures, with only one glowing eye whose color, although always light-colored, is unique to each individual. Their bodies do not have a clear outline, and reflect the stars above them. They speak a sort of garbled-melody like speech only themselves and their deity can understand, but can also use gestures if they absolutely need to communicate with another specie. Due to their composition, they are not affected by non-magical weapons

Create Land (2AP): The Great Planetary
The Great Planetary is visible from the fugue plane, but not from the first world. Once entering that place, one would notice that the weather is calm, as if rain stopped here. Dream orbs naturally float in, but never collide with the different pieces of the planetary. Dream Sprites watch out for that anyway.


End: 13-4-2= 7

[Sontali]

Elyana a'Lere, The Lady Love

What does love sound like? Is it hauntingly beautiful, bringing tears to your eyes? Does love sound like being truly complete, knowing that you are whole with another. Does love sound like a happy forever or the perfect moment?

Yes.

Split apart from the One Note, the melody that would become Love traveled through the void, propagated through the air and ground and water of the first world, spreading out and filling creation for a brief moment. Feeling the first breaths of the world, gazing deeply into its eyes and knowing it as only a lover can. But all moments pass and the melody was carried by strange currents, pulled together the pieces of the fragment of the One Note were united and sound no longer Elyana a’Lere, The Lady Love stood upon pure and untouched land. She smiled, and took a deep breath. The last remnants of her song sang for joy and formed a brilliant shining ring on her left ring finger.

“My darling, I now pronounce us bound for life.”

But something else called to Elyana, she did not know what it was or why she felt the urge to walk in that direction, but walk she did. Passing through the heart of Dalalkan, taking in its natural beauty. When presented by a body of water that stretched beyond sight, she merely kept walking, feet sitting on top of the waves as they did the land. Until eventually the goddess stood upon the shores of Jyhennia, an elf peered down from higher up, drawn by the glowing light of Mother Marriage’s ring.

“Hello? Who might you be my dear?”

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Starting AP: 16 AP
Create Major Artifact -5 AP (Anneau): This beautifully crafted wedding ring symbolises Elyana's marriage with creation. Anneau shines with a light that clearly marks it as divine. Anneau is a utility artifact for the Blessing/Curse action.
Divine Infusion -3 AP (Anneau): A further +1 AP reduction on Bless/Curse action
Create Mundane Concept -1 AP (Love): A strong feeling of affection
Create Mundane Concept -1 AP (Marriage): The joining of two lives, Marriage is a sacred commitment, bound into the very core tenets of Elyana's faith.
Gain Domain: Good (Joy)

5AP - Create Major Artifact: Anneau
3AP - Divine Infusion: Anneau
1 AP - Create Mundane Concept: Love
1 AP - Create Mundane Concept: Marriage

Remaining AP: 6 AP

[Black Socks]

((Writing this from a phone, sorry for short post))

Elyana a'Lere, The Lady Love-Jyhennia

The elf gazes in wonder at Elyana. A strange feeling fills him, different from the joy he gets from art. It feels like.... Love.
"They call me Tree-Song. Who are you?"

[Hatter]

Lighting the night

It was the new moon as Sathwatch move through the woods of his birth with nothing but the stars in the sky which were obscured by clouds to give light. He stopped at the bottom of a massive tree, it was so old that it's trunk easily doubled in width of the others.

He placed his rough and coarse hand upon the bark and closed his eyes as he felt the uneven wood under his fingers and when he opened his eyes, they were met with glimmering light in all directions. "Hmmmmm...Thinakawii, The Glowing Woods."

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8AP Start
-1AP Alter Land(Thinakawii, The Glowing Woods): The Forest which serves as the home of the Takwa is now a vast jungle comprised of thick vegetation, glowing fruits and fungi and even ferns with glowing leaves. - Think Avatar as an example.
-1AP Create Monstrous Life(Glowing Critters): In Thinakawii, many creatures and critters have been replaced by those with the same bioluminescent glow of their environment. Most of the larger creatures only glow in certain parts of their bodies, however, small things like insects tend to glow like miniature lanterns.
6AP Remaining

Taking Nature(Balance) as a domain
*2AP Created Takwa
*2AP Created Takwaese
*2AP Created The Follows
*1AP Created Hunting
*1AP Created Foraging
*1AP Created Glowing Critters
*1AP Alter Land: Thinakawii, The Glowing Wood

[RolandDeschain]

Biyaha - Rivers of the Great Western Range

Biyaha sought the headwaters of Galbi, passing through the many lakes nestled at the feet of the great western mountain range, he turned southward between the mountains and the forests where he had set his son. The waters ran fast and turbulent, fed by cascading mountain streams beyond number. In the half-light of the 'day time' moon, the waters were clear and cold, he named the river the Dhakhso meaning restless. The moonlight dancing upon the surface of the water seemed almost playful, so he rose up and ran his fingers along the surface. Where his fingers trailed through the light upon the river, hundreds of tiny fish were born and scattered in a thousand directions. This is how the trout and the multitude of subspecies of freshwater trout came to be, and their numbers in the Dhakhso River remain plentiful regardless of how many are taken by fishermen.

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Sinking back beneath the surface of the waters he continued up stream coming to a place where dozens of Takwa had gathered at the river's edge. Some were bathing while others seemed to be foraging for food. For long hours he simply watch the creatures finding great joy in their unusual speech and mannerisms. They spoke to each other in a series of chirps and whistles that seem to mimic the sound of the wind upon the trees as well as many other aspects of nature. They instantly reminded him of his son and he was nearly overcome by the urge to reveal himself and speak to them. Not yet, he told himself, but there is something pure and beautiful about them and their connection to the wilds.

Hidden among the swirling currents of the river, Biyaha moved closer to the Takwa and wove about them a blessing that would deepen their connection to the natural world. The change was instantaneous, and as one the simian people startled and moved quickly back into the forest. When they returned to their homes they discovered that the metamorphosis was universal and the source of great conversation and debate among their people. Everywhere they went they saw their fellow Takwans standing with their hands upon the trunks of the great trees, or huddled around a fern, or raising their arms for birds to land upon, or children playing with the other animals of the forest. Each of them and all future generations were gifted with the ability to sense the emotions of both the plants and animals of the forest as well as share with the plants and animals their emotions. It was a rudimentary and limited communication, but its effects were profound.

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Beginning AP = 11AP
Blessing -1AP One With the World: The Takwa are gifted with Wild Empathy. It's uses are subtle, for to sense the emotions of living things that lack sentience often conveys little real meaning. However it does have many uses, perhaps the most beneficial of which is the ability to sense danger well before it ever strikes whether it is a forest fire, a great predator, or invaders that enter their forest home. A legend exists among the Takwa that the mystic waters of the Dhakhso River are somehow responsible for this ability.
Remaining AP = 11AP - 1AP = 10AP

[Hatter]

The Song of Life

Little-Bird was among her people, the Takwa a Keeper. It was her duty to keep the knowledge and songs of her people close to her heart, to be passed down from generation to generation. Such was an oral tradition with no written records.

She hung from a branch high up in the canopy, gently allowing the wind to catch her in a soft sway, her eyes closed as she drank in the beauty of the world around her. A smile creeped across her small furry face as a melody touched upon her ears...such a strange sound..beautiful and haunting all at the same time.

Little-Bird opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings for the source of the melody. She swung from branch to branch and from vine to vine on her way down. With the deftness of a lifetime of free-swimming, Little-Bird landed upon the soft glowing moss upon the Thinakawii's jungle floor.

She craned her head and listened to the melody with great intent before slowly moving forward with curiosity. Her eyes fell upon a small sapling, this is what was singing to her. She reached out five long and slender fingers to touch the sapling's single leaf and before she knew it, her lips parted and she sang in harmony with the sapling.

The sapling quickly grew, glowing with the Song of Life, soaring up to the sky with rapid and glorious success, taking Little-Bird with it. The Keeper broke out into a melodic laugh upon the new tree as new melodies constantly filled her ears in a beautiful symphony.

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6AP Start
-4AP Create Mythical Concept(The Song of Life): All living things are comprised of song and melody. Some individuals are particularly tuned into The Song and are able to hear and sing along with those melodies to effect change and growth upon the world. Devoted practitioners are called Lifesingers.
-1AP Create Organization(The Keepers): Deserving of the highest respect among the Takwa, The Keepers are skilled Lifesingers who are responsible for maintaining and teaching the lore and songs of their people from generation to generation.
1AP Remaining

[Hatter]

Mirrored Songs

Sathwatch strolled through the Thinakawii without any goal or purpose in mind. He simply slipped and turned through the shadows, remaining hidden from all things. Suddenly, he was no longer there.

The Beast emerged within a plane of existence which was different and yet the same as his home. Shadows flitted about the dull colors within his sights. His star-lit eyes flickered as he took in his surroundings... deafeningly quiet as mist flowed through his fingers. His eyes closed and his lips parted, a sweet melody escaping his bestial mouth which echoed throughout the incomplete plane.. the song was wordless, instead it was a personification of Life.

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1AP Start
-1AP Bless(Life in The Beyond): The Beyond is vibrant and haunting in all its ways. In some places, colors are so bright that they would blind mortal eyes and in others they exist only as pale imitations of the world. One thing remains certain, The Song of Life now echoes throughout the whole of The Beyond in a never-ending celebration of Life.
0AP Remains

[Sontali]

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Elyana a'Lere, The Lady Love-Jyhennia

The elf gazes in wonder at Elyana. A strange feeling fills him, different from the joy he gets from art. It feels like.... Love.
"They call me Tree-Song. Who are you?"

Elyana a’Lere, The Lady Love – Jyhennia

“Tree-Song? What a wonderful name. I am Elyana a’Lere, goddess of love and the Allwife.”

Lady Love looked at this creature and knew that she loved its kind, and felt a slight itch as her own ears became slightly pointed, though not as long as that of the elves. She smiled at Tree-Song and took his hand.

“Are there more of your kind? I would very much like to meet them.”

[Black Socks]

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Elyana a’Lere, The Lady Love – Jyhennia

“Tree-Song? What a wonderful name. I am Elyana a’Lere, goddess of love and the Allwife.”

Lady Love looked at this creature and knew that she loved its kind, and felt a slight itch as her own ears became slightly pointed, though not as long as that of the elves. She smiled at Tree-Song and took his hand.

“Are there more of your kind? I would very much like to meet them.”

"Oh, yes, many more."
Tree-Song gives a trilling cry like a bird, and more elves leap down from nearby trees. They wear no clothing, due to having no concept of a nudity taboo, but some have decorated their hair with flowers or leaves. They move with an elegant grace.
"Who is this strange woman?" Someone in the crowd asks, out of curiosity rather than suspicion.

[thethird]

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Mirrored Songs

Sathwatch strolled through the Thinakawii without any goal or purpose in mind. He simply slipped and turned through the shadows, remaining hidden from all things. Suddenly, he was no longer there.

The Beast emerged within a plane of existence which was different and yet the same as his home. Shadows flitted about the dull colors within his sights. His star-lit eyes flickered as he took in his surroundings... deafeningly quiet as mist flowed through his fingers. His eyes closed and his lips parted, a sweet melody escaping his bestial mouth which echoed throughout the incomplete plane… the song was wordless, instead it was a personification of Life.

A white mouse sprouted from the ground under Sathwatch’s feet and started climbing his leg. It’s tiny claws tickled the god in the ascension. At the same time a black cat materialized out of Sathwatch’s shadow and started to circle the god it’s eyes intent on the mouse.

The mouse kept climbing until it rested over the hairy head. There he circled over itself twice before extending its body and standing over the godly temple.

The cat for its part kept moving circling closer and closer to Sathwatch, close enough that its short fur caressed the god’s legs. Its eyes were affixed on the mouse but somehow Sathwatch still felt watched.

You are here. Here, here. You are not like others. No. No. Different. Alien. Strange. Unusual. Fortuitous. What are you? Do you know? I don’t know. I wonder.

The mouse’s speech was fast, as if words could be barely held at its tiny mouth. Screeching in high tones and higher cadence.

[Hatter]

A white mouse sprouted from the ground under Sathwatch’s feet and started climbing his leg. It’s tiny claws tickled the god in the ascension. At the same time a black cat materialized out of Sathwatch’s shadow and started to circle the god it’s eyes intent on the mouse.

The mouse kept climbing until it rested over the hairy head. There he circled over itself twice before extending its body and standing over the godly temple.

The cat for its part kept moving circling closer and closer to Sathwatch, close enough that its short fur caressed the god’s legs. Its eyes were affixed on the mouse but somehow Sathwatch still felt watched.

You are here. Here, here. You are not like others. No. No. Different. Alien. Strange. Unusual. Fortuitous. What are you? Do you know? I don’t know. I wonder.

The mouse’s speech was fast, as if words could be barely held at its tiny mouth. Screeching in high tones and higher cadence.

The Beast's starry eyes rolled upwards to watch the mouse upon his head. With a wide bashful smile, the Lord of The Wilds spoke. "Hmmmmm.. I am Sathwatch. I am the wild places...Hmmmmm"

His large hand reached up to touch the mouse with his index finger. "Hmmmmm.. who are you?"

[Gnomes2169]

Yag-Azreal and its first child - The Castle of Memories

As its mind rested and subconsciously created its kingdom within the Beyond, and mortals both in the dream realm and the material plane answered its silent call, Yag-Azreal's dreams delved deeper within its mind, unearthing times when it did battle time and again with an over-zealous defender of good and the innocent. Oh, so many lifetimes had passed since then, and yet, still, the memory remained. A painful chain of memories, one that the dragon began to re-live time and again. Sometimes it would claim victory over its adversary, others defeat, and one particularly humiliating memory that was still felt fresh, an open wound that caused the Dragon to cry out in its memory for one second, its form shattering and covering the entire Castle of Memories within both the physical world and the Beyond.

In that moment both of these worlds would connect, if only lightly, leaving a gateway that could be passed in between if one had the right magic. A section of land where the Veil separating realms was thin, and reflections and distant conversations happening between beings on both sides could be seen, both waking and sleeping. And sometimes, mortals could slip in between both worlds if their dreams were powerful enough... though given the nature of both realms, such a manifestation would be risky, if not out-right dangerous, for those that made the transition.

The mortals within the realms covered by Yag would be left in darkness for only a few moments, the god receding slowly into its draconic form and leaving the "Scar" behind. The few who had been within the lands it had covered would begin to take precautions to try and ensure that the dragon would not wake again, fearing the blackest of nights that had been brought upon them in that moment, and fearing that it might bring about an apocalypse should the beast awaken in truth. So, now able to look through the veil and talk with the mortals on the other side, the collective outcasts and wandering souls that had gathered so far concocted a plan, one to try and keep Yag-Azreal asleep for as long as possible. Inspired by the First Song, still coursing through their heads and spinning wondrous and terrible melodies that only they could hear, these mortals would develop a new form of magic, one similar to the Song of Life, and yet not, for this song was one of tranquility, one of command, and one of emotion. It was a varied and capricious thing that evoked sensation with its beauty... and that could embody silence, should it need. And thus, the Song of Evocation was born, and the Bardic Order formed below it, who's only task was to sing and keep the dragon from awakening, let the worlds meet their doom.

But the Scar and formation of the occult and fearful doom guardians were not the only products of Yag's relived memories. For once the dragon had fully receded back into its core, there was left behind an embodiment of a half-memory. One that was not a true re-creation of Yag's old foe and rival, but an attempt left behind by the god's latent divinity none-the-less. This god that had been created would embody actual valor and true goodness, instead of just pantomiming them and using them as an excuse for his greed. This god was Valmyr, Yag-Azreal's first child in all of the lives that it had lived... and today was the first time the Highfather would open his eyes, and see what new opportunities there lay within the world and its people.

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And thus, Darklady is able to jump on in, and Valmyr is born from the pain of his progenitor. Have fun!

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Starting AP: 12

-2 AP: Bridge Plane; The Scar (Prime Material and The Beyond) Along the frigid southern peninsula and within the Castle of Memory the veil between the reflection world and the prime material have been made thin. Ghostly projections of the castle can be seen on the material world, where otherwise only mountain and untamed tundra stand, and images of the specters, ephemeral reflections of reflections, and those real beings that wander the halls, dream sprites currently, can also be seen. Within the Castle of Memory, the habitations of outcast elves and takwa dot some corridors and gardens, the outcasts themselves are sometimes noticeable as faint impressions passing through walls and specters contained within, and the solitary Starwhal drawn to creation's song has drifted close can be seen and even heard within the night sky. Beings on both sides of the scar can be drawn through when they sleep, either by accident or by design, making this place one of travel between the realms.

-4 AP: Create Mythical Concept; Evocation (aka, Bardic Magic) The magic of projecting one's will upon the world through the power of music, Evocation draws upon inspiration and power from the First Song. While that song itself may have faded away, echoes of it still remain within Yag-Azreal, and the god's divinity still lends it power. Evocation acts more on the will of other living beings than it does on the physical body, nurturing and shifting a being's psyche in both helpful and detrimental ways. Currently Evocation is used by the Bards to try and keep the Dragon asleep, but other uses are slowly being discovered.

Given the nature and medium of this magic, Evocation and the Song of Life can be wielded quite easily by practitioners from either side of the fence. One dealing more with nurturing the physical and alive, the other the mind and spirit. While often a practitioner will inevitably focus on one kind of magic rather than the other, song can be used to multiple ends, and practice of both tunes of magic are "easy" to come by.

-2 AP: Create sub-concept; Song of Rest (Evocation, Song of Life) This brand of magic in particular is potent, one that allows the practitioner to perfectly mend body or mind with its tones and which promotes not only a good night's sleep, free of nightmares, but which also can put others to sleep within seconds. Master bards and the greatest of Takwa singers are the only ones able to truly grasp this peaceful melody, with others singing a shallow imitation... for this song can even make the gods and other sleepless beings rest for a while.

-1 AP: Create Organization; The Bards The bards as an organization exist to ensure that Yag-Azreal does not awaken, singing soothing lullibies to nurture and keep its fitful rest unbroken. They believe that, should the dragon gain consciousness, it will spell doom for the world, as its wrath at awakening will be too terrible for any to stand against. Of course, they are (potentially) wrong, but this is what the organization believes, and in this way this group of outcasts see themselves as protecting the world while they accidentally worship the beast they think of as the destroyer.

Ending AP: 3

[thethird]

The Beast's starry eyes rolled upwards to watch the mouse upon his head. With a wide bashful smile, the Lord of The Wilds spoke. "Hmmmmm.. I am Sathwatch. I am the wild places...Hmmmmm"

His large hand reached up to touch the mouse with his index finger. "Hmmmmm.. who are you?"

The mouse jumped on Sathwatch's hand. And smelled with a wet nose Sathwatch's skin. It was the cat who answered though.

She is death.

He hissed the words spitting the words that somehow echoed in the world making it darker. But color returned as the mouse jumped from Sathwatch's hand atop the cat. While it fell it changed turning into a monkey that coiled it's tail and body around the cat with a warlike noise. The cat hissed as the ululating monkey tickled it. Suddenly the cat grew and turned into a wolf that subdued the monkey between its jaws and pressed it to the ground. Not for long, for the monkey disappeared and turned into a butterfly that landed atop the wolf's snout. It opened and closed it's wings slowly, mesmerizing the beast.

I am a life lived to the fullest. You can call me Zul, as he does when he isn't growling.