Divinus Profile : The Awakening

[ArlEammon]

The IC thread is up. http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...hlight=Divinus

In the beginning was Valkrath, thousands of Divine Cycles ago. Beyond the age of the dinosaurs of Earth, even farther back than the first organisms, and even before the formation of the first electron, another universe existed. Toril, Oerth, Ebberron, and other worlds enjoy their conflicts of interest, whether of chaos, and order, or good and evil.

Valkrath was a creature of extreme magical strength even before his ascension. Volkath was his only equal. While Valkrath had been chosen by the Giga Spirit to rule over all of the Divine Cycles of Creation, Volkath contested with him, against Gigath's(the Gigas Spirit) will. Volkath fought with his supreme will over the rightful king Valkrath's unscalable authority. The battle had lasted for countless billions of years, even for an entire Cycle. The aftermath of the carnage had left enough materials and energy scattered throughout the Cosmos for the next gods to generate themselves.

The god of Loneliness, Amolok Amon had been created as he was a Celestial Paragon. This energy infected Amolok, making him bitter, and among the most evil of all demons. Yet inferior to the power of Valkrath and Volkrath. Bitter he had begun a new Creation. Tainted with all of the corrupt energies of the battle between Valkrath and Volkath.

Scholars do not know if the next age has passed after Baal-Amolok corrupted all of Creation. What we do know is that previous gods of the last generation appear to have been gone. The former gods, the Dreamborn, may make an appearance in Creation, but for now, a new Cycle has begun. The Divinus are the only gods right now.

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Now is the time for making. This is the Age of The Great Makers.

[BizzaroStormy]

((haven't done this before so bear with me))

*sigh* "Guess I'd better get started."

Cerus begins by shaping a massive chunk of land and shaping it into a island floating high in the sky.

"Hmm, this shouldn't cause too much of a problem.

Focusing, Creus conjures an exact clone of his former blade and stabs it into the exact center of the island's surface.

[GryffonDurime]

Vakira

A strange silhouette shimmers vaguely into being, something with only the vaguest hints of what it may become. Glimpsing the newly-formed island in the distance, water ripples out from where its feet tread, and bright blue skies spin themselves into being over the water, full of graying clouds and the potential of lightning. The thing is now shimmering blue-green, with solid scales and electric eyes.

It takes another step, and the beginnings of a colossal banyan tree slither up from the depths, standing gracefully on the struts of its roots. A slew of these trees rise from the waters, each wide and sturdy enough to hold a village in their lattice boughs, each hollowed like a valley and full of lush green moss and the beginnings of all trees. Their roots arc down into the infinite abyss of the First Sea. The being now has a more solid frame still: thick flesh like bark, with a mane of tangled vines. Flowers nuzzle lovingly against his feet, and he howls loudly, and birds of every color stir in the sky while fish emerge in the depths of the water. Stranger varieties of life skitter throughout the hollow forests of his banyan kingdom, and Vakira smiles, his form finally set: the body of a fine stag, the stormy and regal feathers of the peacock, thick muscles and a mane like a lion, and a mighty serpentine tail.

"Hello," he calls out, innocently, to the small figure on the lifeless island. His own forest floats in a grand hemisphere of growing water, but the god quickly reaches a plateau, and his realm expands no further.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Asmodeus

A being appeared, acompanied by steams and the shimmers of heat, as it cooled in the Ethereal oceans. Its massive form is covered in red scales, and as it cooled down it became more visible. It was truly a massive creature, its scales were constantly heating and cooling, so that steam hid the full breadth of its true form. Its head, had what seemed like fins, as if it were a great sea-serpent, but whether it was a beast of water, land, or air could not be truly revealed. Its mouth was filled with fangs, large and small, but two large fangs, those of a snake that curved like the scimitars of great giants, dominated its mouth. Its fangs were slick with boiling toxins and acids, which dripped its foul poisons into the seas, which churned, as though reviling the toxins which dripped into it.

Around his form shimmered into being many creatures, first came serpentine beings like the beast, but they had the upper body of a humanoid, and a deathly pallor befitting the living dead. These were the Rakh-Ghoul, the snake-people. Next flitted creatures who's forms had yet to solidify, they were demons, or foul spirits perhaps, and they radiated a palpable evil. The last to form were great beasts, Wyrms. though they paled in comparison to the colossal mass that was the serpentine beast, but their size was truly impressive, their sinuous bodies twisting and writhing like the serpents they were, some flew, some swam, and some did what seemed like both, and they were all long of neck and body, but they all were different in fundamental ways.

The Beast spied a form in the distance, like an island amidst the ethereal sea, and he swam toward it. The beast was, however, wary, and stayed a distance away, viewing the scene unfolding with the massive eyes of a snake, with great black streaks for pupils, amidst a sea of sickening green and yellow, and he sent forth some of his Wyrms, to view the unfolding events from closer than he would be able.

[Fiery Justice]

The Great Wolf
The Great Wolf lets out a deep howl in its birth pangs, before tumbling down to the world, his skin ripped open as he falls, crashing into the sky. His skin and then his fur quickly recover but he remains coated in his own blood. A wolf the size of a truck (for future reference he looks like an arctic wolf) drenched in black red blood. It shakes its body a little dripping blood onto the ground. Torrents of rage spill out touching a small mate-pair of animals filled with bloody rage, the creatures kill each other. The Great Wolf steps over them as they claw at each other. He gains an idea, touching a tree, great, murderous living vines begin to crop upward. He liked this new vine as it reached down and choked the little creatures he began to wish to kill again. So he begins to tear outward, destroying or eating any beasts he can.

(Your Gods may intervene at any time.)

[BizzaroStormy]

"Now then, time to see what a little spark can do." Cerus forms a white ball of light in his hands and pulls it apart into two one a light shade of blue, the other pink. He tosses them into the air and they explode into thousands of smaller orbs, spreading themselves over the vast flying island. 4 equal sets, one set with stripes, one with spots, one with what looked like coarse spines, and the final one with a tail behind.

Each orb crashes into the ground and forms into a bipedal creature, unconscious and covered in fur resembling the pattern of their respective orb.

((Basically using the keidran [link in my sig] 2500 of each clan, half male, half female. Just take the whole slavery thing out of the equation.))

"Now to see where this goes."

[Idiotbox90]

As the waves fall upon the beach, a pattern appears in the sea foam. The silhouette of a man forms, from which emerge crabs and other small animals. These creatures begin to crawl towards the center of the island, before suddenly being consumed by a bright, multi-colored flame. The fire burns high, becoming larger than its fuel should allow.

His skin covered in tatoos and wrappings of gaudy cloth, Cartus walks out of the fire to gaze upon his surroundings. The god's voice speech wavers; it is almost as if he speaks with a different voice for every word.

"Who made this? It is... good... as a beginning. I see room for improvement, though." The fire that he was born from lurches into his hand, becoming a torch. "It's so... static. Uninteresting. It needs... progress."

From the forest emerges a hairy, ape-like figure. Cartus greets it, enthralling the brute with his voice.

"You... you have potential... yes?" Cartus picks up a nearby rock. "If you strike something with this, you can kill that thing easier than had you just used your bare hands. Come back after you have done so. Perhaps I will teach you something else."

[ArlEammon]

The Great Ancient Ones had begun to construct the Material Plane. Dragons had been created. Although not the Lung of Amon's creation. The Wyrms were demonic creatures that would prove to be menace to the decent folk of this dimension. Valkrath-Amon's extreme specialty into the lawful, honorable and virtuous alignment of celestials was going to show itself in most bizarre ways in the future. What was not understood is that Valkrath is not quite focused on mere respect.

Valkrath's magic came not from even honorable traditions that were good to the common folk and that brought prosperity, but from a deep seated virtue in Ahura Amon's heart which nursed the inner light in all mortal souls. Valkrath had none of his omnipotence left. He did, however still possess as much power as the other Divinus.

Thus, all things considered from Amon's magic, and his integrity, he had begun to plot in his schemes things that would bring happiness and inner serenity to all of the living. Some may even be proven to be other Divinus. The first thing that Valkrath had created was a dimension of bizarre physical laws. The Sanctuary, a shrine to all of the Divinus had been constructed in the sky. Thus, among the stars, sat the thrones for all Divinus, connected very loosely to The Sanctuary.

Celestials matching each Divinus'es alignment had their fortress waiting for them. The defense of each Divine Realm came not from Valkrath's doing, however, but through the fortification of each Lord's servants.

[GryffonDurime]

Vakira

"Honestly, now," Vakira remarks, as he surveys both Cartus and the Great Wolf, "they're not ready for these things you offer--no, thrust upon them," he says with a low, amused growl. "This world is not even yet finished with its birthing pains, and already...I suppose this was inevitable," Vakira says, punctuating his statement with a great thunderous whip of his tail. "If it is sapient things you wish to bring to fruition..."

The godly creature lets out a loud, choral roar that echoes through the growing forests, seas, and bogs of creation, calling wise creatures from the depths of possibility. In the ocean, great draconic whales scream into life with a holy song. In the growing jungle, arboreal humanoids with the features of a lion stand for the first time, caught in the divide between animal and plant. In the boughs of Vakira's great banyan sanctuary, birdlike creatures with heavy insect influences screech into being. Vakira smiles, pleased at the advent of his three sapient races.

"We are all alike, then?" Vakira proclaims from the tip of his kingdom, his voice loud to try and attract the attentions of the other Divinus who are so busily working in their own ways. "Unbeckoned, and yet we have answered?"

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1,000 Dragonwhales to patrol the seas, 1,000 Oaklions to rule the forest, and 1,000 alfhawks to patrol the sky. Vakira's first sentient creatures

[Idiotbox90]

"Noise? Beautiful... but harmonic. Will fix that later. Now..." The ape-creature has returned, dragging the carcass of a young boar. It also brought along several others of its own species.

"You're back. Intelligent, aren't you? Let's improve you."

The apes collapse, writhing on the ground. Their furs whiten, their fingers lengthen, and a third eye appears in the center of each of their foreheads. They stand up; the spark of intelligence is clear in their eyes.

"Needs more... but it's a start. One last thing."

Cartus grasps the hand of the first ape he met.

"You shall be my prophet. Your people shall be called the Enlightened. Here, two more gifts, yes? Rub your first two fingers together. You see the sparks appear? I'll teach you what can be done with these sparks later. Oh, what fun fire shall be for you. Now go, bring back the rest of your kind. All shall be changed."

((150 of the Enlightened come into existence.))

[Mitxel]

As life springs forth in this new world, so to, must come it's inevitable end.

Somewhere, deep in this new realm, a grey mist starts to form, thickening until it is impenitrable. The sound of houfs beating against the ground can faintly be heard. They grow lounder and lounder until the skeletal form of a stag comes into view. The stag keeps running, the emmiting the mist behind it until it fades aways away, spreading it's sickness (which is everything from a cough to leprosy) across the swamps and water, and throughout the world. ((Please note, this isn't meant to make everyone sick, it's just the mythologicall explanation for disease in this world.)) The mist clears and left behind is a man, wisened, skinny, almost a skeleton himself, with a long white beard and a deep grey cloak.

This is how illness entered the world, and the birth of Pestes.

[MrEdwardNigma]

Mythek sat up high, in a newly created tree. Though brand new and just rbought into life, it was wretched thing, gnarled and rotten. This tree sat in a swamp the others had created. Mythek observed his fellow creators and rejoiced. there was no need for his intervention, this many creators brought about chaos by themselves. He cackled, grinned and then spit out a thick clod of blood into the waters.

Still, sapient creatures had been created. Mythek counted two breeds: apes and these "Keidran". Varied bunch they seemed. That was good. Variation brings Chaos, unity brings order. But where there bodies were different, their minds were still one. All primal, but with a strong drive towards sapience. That had to be changed. Mythek layed his hands, claws and tentacles down on their heads unseen and unfelt, and in about a third of the apes (the Enlightened) and Keidran, he shifted their personalities. Their tendencies became more violent, unreasonable. Some of them went mad.

Mythek laughed. An ape-like creature had approached his tree. He should have known. Anyone could see him in this swamp. the air was clear, and if you wished you could spot a ma miles away, certainly one up a tree. The creature had been stunned to find the everchanging lord up there, and in his urge for knowledge had come to take a look. Mythek touched him.

"You are...blessed, taco fry. The forest will burn, and the houses will sell, but Mythek's men live on. No need for thanks, no tree stumps here. The money will come. You will kill, my prophet"
Only to the creature did Mythek's words make any sense. He understood. He retreated into the woods. He would not return to his people that night. Mythek now had a prophet, his very own doomed and forsaken one. A prophet for Mythek need not do much as no regular sacrifice was obliged. That would be too orderly. No, he need simply live by the rules of Chaos: none.

Mythek did one last thing before he went to see this throne that had been created for him: he shrouded the forests and swamps in a thick, pruplish mist. there would be no more clarity. There would be Mystery and Chaos.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Asmodeus

The great Beast smirked in amusement, the creatures born of the gods on the island were simple, ugly creatures. His massive bulk shifted, and he lurched toward the island. When he approached, he dove deep into the sea, and found a cave under the island. The Beast beckoned his ilk into the rent, and sent forth spies onto the surface, along with many serpents of a deadly sort, who would be his eyes and ears, and to search the skies he sent winged serpents and his great winged Wyrms, to tame the mountains. The Beast and the great many of his creations entered the cave, and as he swam beneath it, the cave became dryer, finally opening up to vast caverns, deep, deep below the surface of the island. Asmodeus slithered forth, and entrances to the upper world, and sent forth more of his Wyrms, and a great many of his Rakh-Ghoul. He sent a few serpentine Wyrms to the surface, but he returned most to the sea, to serve him there. In the molten heat, some of the flitting forms took shape, with fangs, and wings like those of a massive bat, and scales like those of the Wyrms, but most stayed insubstantial. Asmodeus wormed some of his colossal bulk out of one of the cave mouths, his truly massive form dwarfing the trees, and making ants of the beings that dwelled within, but he snapped forward, raking the forest with his fangs, and where they touched, death and corruption followed. The beasts that remained unchanged and unwarped by the corruption were quickly devoured by Asmodeus, the rest were mere shadows of their former beings, corrupted with the stink of evil and hatred, and they roamed the corrupt and blighted forest looking for things to kill, and the Beast smiled, and slunk back into his cave, his giant eyes twinkling in the darkness, and his fangs gleaming, ready for more to kill.

[Aptera]

Cursis

At the edge of time and space, a small click is heard and a door appears. A small door. In fact a door so small that it is invisible to the naked eye. Then it grows and more clicks are heard. The speed and loudness of the click increase until they reach a fever pitch. The the door, now the size of a large stadium opens. Outcomes a massive contraption of steel and steam. It is a palace, a floating palace with one massive tower and hundreds of factories. Not that they are manned but they are there.

And from this contraption comes forth a man of rods and gears. Thousands of tiny pieces of steel form his body. he looks across this vast new realm and reaches for the ground of the balcony he now stands upon. From it he pulls forth a glob of melted steel. then he shapes it into a small contraption. It has a low rectangular body, and a higher “torso” with steam stacks coming out of it. Then he adds what looks to be a pair of binoculars. It shudders to life and turns towards him. He says, “Go forth and bring me all the knowledge of these new lands” He then repeats this sending them flying towards creation.

With that he moves his palace forward towards creation and the material.

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500 small clockwork machines pear that record information they will return to him, often. they do not fight nor interact at all with any one or anything

[Zyks]

Vaudak

Energy swirls inwardly, forming into tight bonds and outlining a new creature. The light merges together, and with a roar of energy exchange, a humanoid comes into being. Vaudak stretches his new figure, it was always good to walk among those who his influence would affect. No sense in viewing them from above.

Deciding that this world was still too fresh for his plans, Vaudak wandered amongst the new creatures, simply observing them for now. To really corrupt a species, you need to be in their minds. The crime, the curses, the practical jokes, and the bad luck would all manifest soon enough, and it would be by his hand.

[BizzaroStormy]

"I think not." Cerus places his hand one the pommel of the blade and concentrates for a moment, he sends a pulse through the flying island, forcing back the corruption taking the land. "I give you points for zeal, but it seems a bit early for this." He looks around, seeing his creations now walking about the the island. The ones not oblivious to his presence peeking at him from the tree line. "Good to see you're all awake! Now would be a great time for procreation if you feel so inclined to do so."


He takes flight over the side of the island and goes a few thousand miles under it. He cracks his knuckles"This is going to challenge. Oh well, the barrier should hold up until I recover." He begins to focus as he did when he created the island, except this time exerting much more power. A chunk of white hot stone forms in his hand. As he pulls away from this rock, it begins to grow. After a short while, it begins forming a layer of yellow-hot, molten rock. Still a few thousand miles beneath his original creation, he pushes off from the molten stone, this time forming an orange layer, this one being immensely bigger than the first two combined. Noticeably fatigues he pulls away a relatively short distance, this time forming an outer shell of hard earth. About 60% of this "crust" is covered by canyons thousands of feet deep and hundreds of miles wide.

*pant pant* "Well, this should be good for now, if someone could just manage some water I think we're good." He flies back up to the island, still about a mile in he sky. The inhabitants looking over the edge in amazement. He flies to the center and sits with his back to the sword still embeded in the ground. "Looks like I'm done for the day" ZZZzzz...

[bchilders]

Hephais

With the eruption of this worlds largest volcano, the Smith comes into being. He purveys the land and sees the creation and corruption already taking place. He decides that what this land needs is stability. He walks back into the volcano and sets to work hammering away at his forge. The reverberations from his mighty blows can be heard throughout the land. He takes the rock of the earth, molten steel, and a spark of fire, into which he places a part of his being. With this the first dwarf is brought into being.

The Smith takes time to show this dwarf the ways of the forge, the strength and possibilities it can offer. With his new apprentice he sets to work on the creation of a new clan. With each new creation the skills of the forge are taught, and with each new creation the productivity is increased. When the first thousand members of the Forgeborn were created, Hephais showed them the skills of working stone to create caverns and cities in the mountain. He taught them the importance of the clan and loyalty and he set them off to create the city of Valor.

A few of the clan he kept close to him to teach more about the ways of the forge and the control of stone. With them he set about making stone guardians for the protection of his caln during these pivotal early years. His first creation he named Magnum Forgeborn and marked as Clan Chief. After his labors the Smith moved about overseeing the production of this new capitol city.

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1000 Forgeborn dwarfs and 100 stone elementals created and working

[Ganurath]

Corbasi

It doesn't have a form yet, but there is a great deal of thought. Complex and elegant, brimming with untapped potential. It sought out that which was like it, and found a settlement unbothered by other entities like it. They had achieved much in their short existence: written law, forged metal, brick buildings... Corbasi used the images he saw to give himself form.

He did not wish to be too involved, however. Civilization needed to be able to function even if something was removed from it, and he wanted his charges to be able to prosper when he would be preoccupied with other tasks. So, he found land where the settlers had yet to explore, and made three marble pillars in a triangular pattern. Inside them, a marble statue of his image.

His plan was simple enough: He would craft the illusion of a lost civilization, and that he was their patron. They would be curious, study, and build off of the ruins. Ah, they found the icon now. Time to start fabricating underground cities for future generations to excavate.

[El_Frenchie]

Anti

As Anti fell like a feather onto the plane, he watched the world under him grow bigger. Lands, Islands, Water, floating lands, caves. The Primary Plane looked like it was undertaking heavy building. He liked that. And didn't. It seemed everything wasn't to his taste and he scowled at it.

The 12 year-old looking god landed some distance away, where the sea seemed endless. He lifts his arms, and a great rumble occurs, Earth and rolling hills slowly arise from the sea. Anti looks at it for a while, inspecting the fertile land.

Noticing something, he whispers: "Oh... oh no, no, NO! I forgot Tsunami hazard building regulations!" He sighs and his shoulder slumps heavily. Taking a deep breath he flicks his right hand's three middle fingers downwards. The sides of the island seem to rise, and great stones started crumbling and falling. Great cliffs now bordered the island.

He walks to the middle of the island and smiles, looking up at the sun. He wanted an enduring people. A wise people that would like his teachings. Pointing a finger at the sun, he draws, with infinite precision, an outline of the being he imagined.

The ground shook, the winds shifted.

A being descended on the great island, a slender being. Graceful, its heart burning of passion like the sun. It had beautiful facial features, allying child and adult, male and female. The Sun elves were thus born from the light itself.

To his people he taught the crafting of bows and fishing lines to hunt, of structures. He built a massive wall around the cliff's edges, so that any but flying creatures would see but an impenetrable fortress, and finally, he began instructing the Sun Elves on the construction of cities.

Soon, the Sun Elves were numerous enough to become independent. However, Anti still made quite a few visits to teach them new lore and new things on how to perfect their craft and buildings.

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2000 Sun Elves created on that Island Fortress

[MrEdwardNigma]

Mythek

The god had not liked his throne. It was too... symmetric. He had cleaved the mardble with his claws and corroded it with the venow dripping off his lips. He had then decided that a place where he would regularly come wasn't a good idea at all anyways and he had crushed the throne with his fists, which were solid mithril at the time.

He had then returned to the world. more gods had spawned, it seemed like a plague almost. Mythek liked this. More gods meant more Chaos. Never could two almighty being agree, unless to bring down a third.

On the other hand, gods with tendencies towards order had risen. Three gods or more that built things, adored technology. Mythek did not like technology. It made sense, and took away the mystery of life. Gears shifting, there was no Chaos to that, only order. Now was not the time to act though, now was the time to prepare. Not that he had a plan. Mythek never made plans. He was just in the habit of doing random things that would later turn out to be convenient.

Mythek visited his prophet, the ape. He taught him about the sparks he could make with his fingers. His creator hadn't thought him ready, but for Mythek that alone was a reason to teach this creature.
"Go forth and bring them light, my old pair of shoes!"

The prophet walked into the woods where his kind lived, and many other creatures, and lit it.
A forest fire spread.

"Swordfish..." the mad god mumbled, "The password is always swordfish..."

[El_Frenchie]

Anti

Anti walks around the new world that is being shaped by the other gods. When he meets others, he presents himself as the Architect. He attempts to find all of them and know them. Maybe someone would be interested in his work?

((Anyone can just jump in at this point and talk to Anti))

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Asmodeus

The great Beast looked upon the mischief of the mad god and smirked to himself. Such a simple creature, such a fool, bereft of true knowledge and intelligence, merely acting upon his whims. But, thought the Beast, his mischief could prove useful, and the Beast smiled, his rows of gleaming fangs shining in the cavern, gleaming with malevolence. The Beast looked upon the formless shapes around him, that had yet to come to their true forms, and he sent a number of them down to his corrupted forest, and the place of the fire. Those that came to the blighted forest twisted into shape, corruption and darkness giving them forms that were foul to look at. Some became as the trees, but dark and twisted as the forms in the forest, and others as the beasts, but shadowy, and who's eyes shown with a malevolent cunning no mere beast could match, and some stayed, some went forth to spread woe and misery, and still others returned to the cave. The other group, that went to the fire, changed in other ways. Some took the form of the many flames and smoke, giving off heat that spread the burning tide, others took on the forms of the flickering shadows, that never truly revealed themselves, and the remaining took the forms of the dying creatures, shrieking with agonies never lived, and fears never realized, and they dragged many souls of the dead with them to their lords lair. The lord looked upon the souls, and cast them into the deeps of his caverns, where the creatures of his making dwelled, to do with as they pleased. Some however, the most agonized of the souls, the most fearful and resentful of the souls he sent back, twisted with their fear, their pain, and their rage, to spread their death-cries with those still living, that they might be joined in eternal torment, for truly, misery loves company. Some of the shapeless forms remained, and Asmodeus vowed to retain always some of the formless ones, to shift into forms that pleased him in eons to come.

[MrEdwardNigma]

Mythek slithered to meet Anti.
"Why the swordplay, nazi?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.

[El_Frenchie]

Anti raises an eyebrow. The young boy looks at what he could only describe as a beast with interest.

"Nazi? Is that a place?"

He looks slightly confused.

"I come from over there!"

Anti points North with his finger, he smiles broadly.

"I was thinking, maybe your apes would like some nice houses to live in?"

[MrEdwardNigma]

"Not my apes. Not your houses"
Mythek's hand shifts and briefly becomes a toaster, before turning into a bunch of flowers it pops out some toast.
"The deal is simple. Houses are not Chaos. Hillbillies with crayons in a George Bush themed theme park are Chaos. Houses get eaten by the grue. And the password is always swordfish"
Mythek pauzes as he scratches behind his third ear.
"Toast?" he says, offering a slice.

[MorkaisChosen]

In a quiet flash of light, an old, brown-robed biped comes into being, leaning on a wooden staff and with a long white beard reaching almost to the ground. He pauses for a time, simply watching the play of creation and counter-creation, then walks towards the centre of the island as if searching for something.

Finally, he sees the island fortress and steps out towards it across the empty air. Alighting on a parapet, he looks down into the centre and sees the graceful inhabitants. To his eyes, they are simple, but one of them has potential...

Walking down, he speaks to the elf.

"Come, walk with me a while, and I will show you... Everything."

The elf takes his hand and follows Morakar into the air, striding into the clouds. Finally, looking down on the new earth, Morakar stretches out his hand and bids a building to appear- a wooden structure, small at the moment, but with the potential to be built upon. Diving down, Morakar takes his new disciple inside. Within is a single shelf, and, on that shelf, a single scroll, which the god hands to the elf, placing a hand on his forehead to give him the gift of letters. On the scroll is a single sentence- Knowledge is the path to fulfilment.

"You are the Student. Let this world give up to you its secrets"

With that, Morakar sent his new disciple out to study the world, staying with him and teaching and learning in equal measure.

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Modelling this slightly on Aldur- I'm stealing this elf to become my first Disciple, and I'm aiming to basically get a few adherents from everywhere instead of creating my own. Knowledge is worth less if you made the thing you're knowing about...

Also, current stuff I have: one Sun Elf, one small proto-library, one scroll.

[Wizard of the Coat]

Veohloris

Walking in shadow, on the fringe of the world Veohloris watched...and waited. He saw the creation of Wyrms and elves and waited, of apes and clockworks and waited. Gathering the knowledge and keeping it to himself...secrets of creation, secrets of the essence...and thus the secrets of magic were born.

In his first act Veohloris created those of Shadow...the Doppelgangers. Only a thousand of them, creatures able to take any shape and live amongst all races. He gave them one secret each, a simple incantation or spell and then send them out into the world, to live amongst those whose shape they could take. They would form cabals of 5-7 members, no more, and would work to acquire the secrets of all. Studying from the shadows and learning the art of persuasion to nudge all in their direction... Magic to them came as a tool, a great mystery to all others, a method of persuasion, but also an art to be developed.

The lord of the Underworld

Then Veohloris approached the serpentine god Asmodeus.

"greetings lord of the underworld...how may I serve you?"

The voice seemingly comes from the shadow that Asmodeus himself casts, as if he speaks to his own shadow.

"Shall we combine mystery and guile with the fires of the underworld...shall we create creatures of beauty and mystery, yet of a nature sinister and deprived. Shall we create the succubi to haunt this world in your name? "

Veohloris seeks to combine with Asmodeus to create the Succubi.

The great builder and Chaos

"do you want to know my secrets?"

A voice comes from the shadow on one of Anti's buildings as he speaks to Mythek and Anti both.

"what I propose is to unleash chaos on the world, creatures that have the secrets to both create and destroy, to live and to die. To be part of us three. Their purpose unknown...a secret, perhaps none at all, perhaps everything...fickle as the wind, rigid as a wall of stone. The kind we shall call MAN born of three, of secret, of chaos and of building...capable of anything and nothing at all. More vulnerable then any and yet more potent then them all."

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Asmodeus

Asmodeus moved his great bulk further into the cave, where the light of the upper world did not shine and spoke to the all pervading darkness, he spoke in a voice that was as the great rumble of lightning, and the crackle of fire, combined with a devious serpentine accent "What sort of being are you, that you would dare to enter the home of the great Serpent, without being invited? and what is this "succubus" of which you speak? I am in no need of help from that which can not even come out of the shadows to face me. My corruption already spreads, the souls of the dead are mine to command, and the darkness of my blight creeps further into the lands and minds of the primitive mortals that dwell in this land. This land is already haunted by the creatures of my make, what need have I for that which is not of my knowledge, to haunt the lands? Asmodeus's serpentine eyes scan the darkness, piercing them to perceive what fool dared to confront him.

[Wizard of the Coat]

Veoloris

Asmodeus piecing eyes only see his own shadow, as if it is living and speaking to him, for such is the true nature of Veoloris, the keeper of secrets, ever one with the very shadows of the world, observing and learning...He is no more and no less then the essence of shadow...

"Great lord of darkness, your blight and corruption spread the lands and your creations can destroy the form of any...or attempt so. Yet you hold little sway over the realm of shadow and spirits and of mind. What I offer is to seep corruption without them understanding it, to use the shadows to penetrate minds and undermine your enemies from within. These succubi would not be recognised, serving to advance your corruption even where others rule. A great secret covenant to undermine those that would oppose you and they'd only see it when it is too late to stop it."

[Ganurath]

Corbasi

The Lord of Civilization couldn't help but smile at the progress being made. The human settlement had followed the plan he had set out for them with such subtlety that they thought it was their own idea to take after the laws of the 'Lost Empire.' Still... one settlement did not civilization make, and would be too slow to progress for his tastes.

Hmm... There. A caravan of nomads, seeking a reliable cycle. They weren't far from the humans, and these halflings had a mind for trade. They needed food the settlers possessed in abundance, and the halflings had been in contact with distant lands. A dream or inspiration would be enough to lure them in.

Still, a circuit would be needed to keep the halflings going. The little folk were tamers, herders, and loreweavers to the public eye, but thieves as well. Distasteful, but organized crime encouraged the development of organized government. Ah, that human settlement there in the hills seems to have frequent skirmishes with orcs. They'd appreciate guard dogs the halflings offer.

Still, the halflings would only gain worked tools and such from the trade, and the original settlement could not provide for a full cycle... Ah! A human settlement, near the lands of the elves... They valued knowledge, which the halflings had of the other settlements and the 'Lost Empire.' Yes, this would work.

Still, he needed the inspiration to pull it all into place. He'd need the help of another god... A patron of dreams? Of knowledge? Of secrets? Corbasi sought one out, whichever he could find.