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[Sacrath]

Rudah, the Preserver

In the Astral Rudah's invested energies found purchase with the combined energy of the two gods of Earth. A vast plain of wind choked permafrost came into view, as if it had always been there. The cold air stole away sound and light and the existence of his followers there would be a hard one, their reward was their time on the Earth, in death they would learn to appreciate their gift. As his own plane found the energy to form, Rudah thought to the gods collecting.

We need not make a new plane, the Godshall has been created and can serve as a neutral ground. It will suffice, there is no reason to waste energy creating another place with the same function.

[Feirgon]

Syn

As Syn approached the place where his darkness first struck the Earth, he transformed into his mortal form. Within a dense forest, he was surprised to see a pack of animals that shared a resemblance to him. Though all of them had been turned to stone.

Syn felt a kinship to these animals, these wolves. And, in particular, this pack was now apart of him. Through his action of darkness, he had filled these creatures with his own blood. But to see them in such a state pained the god of darkness.

He opened his mouth and began to draw out that which bound them to such a state. A dark essence flowed out of the wolves as pieces of stone fell off their bodies revealing their silver fur beneath. By the end, the entire pack had been freed from the curse of petrification.

The dark god focused on the dark essence within his mouth and twisted it into a hideous form. Closing his jaws upon the dark energy, it split out into many directions. At each spot that the darkness landed, a statue of terrible form grew. These would be the first gargoyles.

Looking around at the wolves that were around him, he could sense intelligence and hate within them. It seemed his blood truely did run through their veins.

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1 Minor Act - Started the race of the Gargoyles - I am unsure if I want these guys sentient. I guess I'll say that half of them are and half of them aren't. And each one born has the same 50/50 chance to be sentient.
1 Minor Act - Started the race of Synwolves. - Lycanthropic creatures with sentience. Their forms are similar to Syn's mortal forms. Their Lycanthropy can be spread to any an all creatures that carry blood in their bodies. Any creature that contracts the lycanthropy does not gain sentience, any creature born with lycanthropy in their bodies is sentient. These creatures are most powerful in the absence of light. (underground, new moon, stormy nights, eclipse <- who will be the first to make one of these?, and other very dark places...)

[An Enemy Spy]

"There must be an underwater passage for the Kali then.

[Baxter190]

Cale

"Good, I am glad to hear your willing to help."

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Throwing out a minor act to help make the new realm.

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Zuli

Ah be puttin a little bit of my domain into dis neutral ground, da forest be with dis neutral place now.

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I use a minor action to help make the neutral ground, it now looks like a grove, with trees encircling the whole area.

[ArlEammon]

Parda
Parda notices that the Sprites, with their magical bodies, flourish easily where the other races struggle... Parda creates the Great Shrine....(Minor Act) where the sprites can take mortals of other races to come and learn from Parda's ways. Parda also decides he would need special servants in order to bring the other races to him. Because of this, he will not require the other species to take Parda as patron in order to teach them his ways. (Minor Act, 1 Create 12 of the Paragons in order to teach other races through Shrines)

[Sacrath]

Rudah, the Preserver

The creation of this plane is pointless and wasteful. Call it you home if you wish but I will not visit nor shall I respect any decision made there.

[puppyavenger]

Nirhek

looking over the realm he and Kali had made he was pleased. the still-born souls crowded a small area of cold water near where they arrived. it was time to create some servants.

the majority of them were pulled away and warped into creatures. the end product looked like sleeker more athletic and camouflaged rats, however they had an ability to metaphorically eat through order. where they nested magic went wild, entropy increased, and emotions flared. any attempt to settle or govern an area with a large colony of them was doomed from the start. to top it off, they fed off chaos and bred like normal rats.

With a grin, he released them into the world.

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major/minor act(not sure, they're not sentient..but...) to create them

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Raminov

The Horse Lord snorted What do you care if other gods waste their energy making a plain to make decisions in?

[Sacrath]

Rudah, the Preserver

Rudah, though blind, turned slowly to Raminov and sent the thought All waste is sin. To create something with the same function as something else is to steal the purpose of the first thing and assault its usefulness. This is as clear an attack on Ikibe's creations as the Ocean Lord's sharks attacking your Ruskies.

[Kaiser Omnik]

Moghor Rezamir

Moghor finally entered the plane created by the trio. It was now time to make his own divine realm. He dug a series of tunnels underneath one of the main peaks of the wasteland that he filled with various crystal formations. He carved many caves, as well as some impressive halls decorated with weapons, shields and mundane objects made of precious metals and ceramic mosaics. The spirits of his dead followers will be given a cave to dwell in for all eternity. Most will have to share a cave, but Moghor's favorites will be awarded a home reflecting their status. He himself inhabits a place inside the Labyrinth called the Golden Hall. A vault which is said to hold a fabulous treasure lies just below the throne of the Obsidian Lord.

Moghor named the realm Turan'adar. Many hidden, treacherous tunnels lead to the Labyrinth of the Depths. But there exists a main entrance, barred by a gate made of the hardest metal Moghor could find (I guess adamantine).

Satisfied, Moghor traveled to the Realm of the Dead to speak with its Lord.

"Greetings Death God. I have come to let you know that our plane is done. Those among my followers who are deemed worthy will pass on to my realm. This section of the plane will be the waiting place."

He pointed toward an empty spot nearby. He conjured stone archs and statues to mark the territory. A second adamantine gate was also created to block the passage to the divine realm.

Moghor didn't remain long in the Underworld, but he saw the two-headed black hounds that were originally plane dogs. This gave him an idea for later. However, for now, he had to discuss with Outer.

"Outer, it's me again. Do you mind if I create some portals to my plane in the mortal realm? Those doors would be hidden on the highest mountain peaks and in the depths of the earth."

[Sacrath]

Rudah, the Preserver

To link his realm with the Underworld Rudah created a tunnel of crystal ice that gradually widened and faded to the windswept plains of his frozen realm. To the dead of his people who bore mutation, and did not get a chance to know their purpose he imparted the thought, To know why you were never given life you must wander the icy wastes past the tunnel. If you are content with never knowing the reason of your short existence on the Earth you may reside here and labor for the Gatekeeper. Those that entered were given to Nirhek, for their purpose was to educate those that still lived by serving as Nirhek's monsters.

[ArlEammon]

Parda and the Shrines....
The Sprite city of Memunim was created through Parda's instructions to the Sprites on how to build it. The construction of the city through the crystal formations was done with very secret techniques only taught to the Sprite people. (Minor Act to make Memunim.)
Furthermore, he had created a group of powerful mortals to spread Pardanian shrines throughout the world.(one dozen. Minor act)

[Feirgon]

Syn

Syn spent much time with the pack. They did not leave from the place that many refered to as holy. The gargoyles proved useful in guarding the holy area. After a week of teaching the synwolves of his ways, Syn prepared to give is last lession.

Tonight will be the birth of our ultimate power. Tonight, you sahll all feel the power of darkness.

And true to his word, the night came and the moon was not to be seen. Suddenly the blood that coursed through the pack and Syn, morphed them. The began to stand upright and their stregnth doubled. The pack howled in delight.

Now to make this place more suitable.

Darwing out the power of darkness, Syn began to make the forest grow. Soon no star could be seen as the sky was blocked by the now towering and thick trees.

This place shall forever be place of darkness!

Summoning even more power, Syn pulled stone pillars from the ground. The pillars formed a circle around the sacred ground. And in the center, Syn created a stone dais.

And you shall use this place to speak with me.

The gargoyles took their places upon the pillars, to ensure their roles as guardians of these grounds.

Standing upon the dais, Syn reached out with one claw and began to tear the fabric of reality above him. The synwolves looked on in reserved awe.

This place you see before you, this will be your home in death. It is my realm. The realm of darkness. Karridaan.

Sealing up the hole, Syn dissappeared before the eyes of the pack. Go forth and spread my darkness to all.

The pack once again howled in reverence to their god.

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2 Major acts - created a plane of darkness: Karridaan
1 minor act - created a forest of deeper darkness
1 minor act - created a holy ground of power and worship for all lycanthropes: The Dais of Syn.

0 major acts remaining
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[An Enemy Spy]

The flying serpent followed Syn to see what he was doing and Barat-Kali saw through its eyes.

[Krrth]

Akteron

Moghor Rezamir

They have already started arriving.

[pingcode20]

Huang Long

Huang Long rested a little longer, then felt a great force of creation be drained from him.

"It seems it is time." he said to himself.

The years had passed quickly enough, and the rivers were beginning to awaken. They waited for a decade, for more of their number to awake, and then they began to rise.

Hundreds of them.

Thousands of them.

Some great, some small.

From the swamps, a hundred serpents with bodies slick and of the deepest green. From the troll-lands, twin dragons with cobbles for skin - one the shade of stone, the other the shade of leaves. From a mighty rapids, a dragon with eyes as fierce as the desert sun, with scales like a great salmon.

At once, they all rose from themselves, and took to the clouds, each landing upon a cloud high in the atmosphere.

Huang Long gazed across at the myriad dragons, and frowned.

"This... will not do. The clouds have not room for every one of you who is yet to awaken... Go down and tend to yourselves for now, and make yourselves known to the mortals. I will need to consult with the Soaring Lord."

As the River Dragons once again descended, Huang Long reached over (and it wasn't hard - not when you're 10,000 li long) and tapped Kuto on the fin.

"Hey, Kuto. Perhaps it is time the sky-gods create a realm? I cannot imagine that it would be prudent to simply have the spirits of our followers wander the Earth all the time, and it would be impolite to allow them to build up in the realm of the death god."

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Troll City

It was a cold winter, that was for sure. The tenders were shivering, and a fire had been lit in the braziers while they were performing the necessary rites.

But the shrine lacked walls in its highest places, and cold mountain air swept down and through the shrine, making the tenders shiver.

It was at about halfway through the burning of the incense that they first noticed that there were two dragon carvings that hadn't been there before.

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2 Major Acts: River Dragons Established. See status thread for details.

[Smiley_]

Kuto

Kuto drifted lazily upwards and looked at the crowded skies.

That would be good. I have no intention of allowing spirits into the realm of souls, for they and mortals are of not the same substance. If we are to create a plane, I will be willing to escort the spirits whose time has come to leave this world into the next.

He looked up at the sky once more.

You have many of your dragons, I have my spirit men. I think giving them a resting place would be good for them.

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Huang Long, the Dragon Emperor

"Yes, I think that would be well. Spirits are as Spirits, distinct from Mortals. Not just a final resting place, but simply a resting place." agreed Huang Long.

"Then, if we are in agreement, let's get to work, before and spirits find need to rest."

He rose, and began breathing forth a great deal of cloudstuff, with which to work into a plane.

[Smiley_]

Kuto

Kuto responded by bringing together the rest of the spirit stuff to begin work on the new realm. He began knitting the two substances together. As he closed his eyes, he sent a message through his mind to Huang Long.

How will we begin work on this? If we are to share this realm, it must be to both of our likings.

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Huang Long, the Dragon Emperor

Huang Long pondered as he closed his eyes and helped weave the plane.

Perhaps the best way to conduct this matter is for each of us to envision how the plane will be in nature in turn, adding and adjusting how it will finally appear. We are not gods in opposition, and I am sure we can easily come to an agreement to a realm that satisfies both of us. After all, do we not already work together in both our domains?

Huang Long paused.

You acted first in the creation of the sky, and it is your right to suggest first.

[Jansviper]

Ikibe

Barat-Kali went to the godshaw and lay in a great pool of water.

Ikibe, formless and immaterial, appears before Barat-Kali. A bemused smile appears across where his face would be.

What's this now? How did you come to this place of earth and cold? I would not have expected kin such as yourself to seek Godshall.

Something flickered in what would be the Quiet God's eyes. An alien emotion of some sort. Whatever it was, he seemed amused and curious.

[Smiley_]

Kuto

Kuto closed his eyes. He invisioned a long, endless expanse filled with white clouds creating a flat surface which looked as if you could almost walk on them. There were would be breaks in the clouds here or there. If one were to look down one of these gaps, there would be another sheet of clouds, this one also with gaps. No matter how far down or up you would go, there would always be more clouds.

It needs some color, but it is your turn in any case.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Raminov

Raminov too appeared in the Gods Hall. He took a seat in a chair he conjured from nowhere. It was etched with scenes of Ruskies, Horses and Bovines living out lives of equality, where they were all regarded as equals and fulfilled their goals without demanding more than they already received: Peace, or scenes where disciplined armies worked in perfect concert to crush their foes. These foes were always faceless and shapeless and bore no resemblance to any current creations of the gods.

[pingcode20]

Huang Long

Huang Long nodded, and brought forth a great river that ran through the clouds, falling through the gaps in the clouds and forming quite unquestionably beautiful waterfalls as they coursed through the plane.

That's a little better. But I think it's got a way to go yet. Your turn.

[Smiley_]

Kuto

Kuto brought together some of the spirit stuff that he had gathered and put large, shiny parabolic structures at the far ends of some of the cloud platforms. These hummed and smelled of electricity, sometimes sparking a strike of lightning from one of the above clouds. To those sensitive enough, the feeling of the electricity could be felt traveling around and between these stuctures.

[Johel]

(OOC : Read this first )

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Ok sorry, I was at a party. Got back, 5 pages of IC posts... gasp I'll try to answer everyone but concider the answers were given immediately

Barat-Kali
Barat-Kali recalled his serpents save for one, which he sent to Xiru's swamp. "I have seen your plight, little one. The trolls wander into your territory and make off with your creatures. I suggest you destroy them."

"-I don't need your suggestion !! What do you think I am ? And idiot ?!! Or just a weakling ? I can take care of the Putrid Swamp by myself !! Oh, and...You're the creator of the sea, right ? I saw its birth !! What a waste of good dirt !! So much water... My children would surely flourish there...if only they could reach a soil !!"
But as she thought of it, she realised that plants didn't needed soil to grow. Earth provided the minerals and nutriment. But the sea, full of salt and life, would provide it if the plants could find a way to gather these food sources.
With a sweet and unatural voice, she spoke to the seagod, using all her pollen-induced charm.
"-Say...I'm sorry to be rude. I'm not... My experience with the nasty Cale and his dreaded angels tought me to not trust others. But you seem... different. What would you say of a...gift ?

Zuli
Ju be a tricky god mon, a very tricky god...
He turned to the swamp goddess. Womon, ju have no need to worry bout me comin to yo swamps, mah trolls either, unless ju want us to.

"-Oh but please... let them come !! My children need fertilizers. Your trolls will be more than welcome.
As she spoke, her mind already saw the poor creatures ridden with disease and parasite, their skin bitten by thousand of insects to the point that half of them would probably die of fever in the swamp while the rest would just spread the plagues elsewhere.

Nirhek
he appears before Xiren Salutations! may I ask how you're doing this fine diurnal cycle? So who are you? what is this great boil on the face of the world you call home? can you make it bigger? what is your portfolio?

"-I was good until SOMEONE asked. An who are you ? You ask my name but don't even botter to introduced yourself ? What a joke !! I'm Xiren, the Blossom Flower, the Kind Mother. And those who dare doubt of how kind I am will just suffer for the remaining of their hopefully short existance. Not that I'll make it short but toys tend to break soon or later...
As for my little playground, yes I CAN make it bigger and I WILL. Now, what do you really want ? Going here to spy or to laugh at me ?!! Or to threaten my children ?!! Like this pathetic god of light ?!!"

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As the outsiders were driven away by her rudeness, Xiren rested, her senses at ease and her roots keeping pumping water from the nearby rivers, lakes and underground wells. The cycle of the Putrid Swamp was now both complete and complex. At first, the plant ate the dirt and produced spore and sugar. The insects drank the sugar and picked up spores, helping the vegetal growth. The amphibians ate the insects and, at their death, their corpses were assimilated by the dirt. But now, every single life form was eating the others. Gigantic insect battleling against the tree-sized amphibians, swarm of smaller parasitic flies infesting the bark of the trees with maggots. Even some plants had begun to move around, hunting their fertilizer rather than just rooting themselves in the ground to find it.

But as Xiren felt all of this and was...happy ? No, maybe just a little less angry at the world !! Anyway, as she felt this, an other feeling reached her. Somebody was...trepassing on her domain !! She outrooted herself and teleported to this place...and faced Parda.

"-What are these...creatures ?!!! Their aura... They should be mine, you know it !!"
It wasn't a question. She then stared at the city and scowled in disgust.
"-They are magical creatures but their origin is chaos !! Why would they live in cities and buildings when the world is their house ? When NATURE is their house !! I'm not going to allow this."
Calling for a power she had kept hidden deep inside her, the "Kind" Mother sent a wave of divine energy on the center of the Sprite city of Memunim. At first, the city seemed unaffected and indeed, it was left untouched.

But illusions of flammes from all the colors of a rainbow began to glow on every of its inhabitants, catching their attention as Xiren, using her divine magic over the Fey to appear to each of the Sprites as a creature of Unearthly beauty, descended upon them. Her voice was soft and playfull, as she knew instincively the basic nature of the Fey people.
"-Follow me, my children. Follow me and forget this impostor who told you he was your father. Come with me to the wild where we will enjoy endlessly our lifes."

The Sprites hesitated for a time. Then, half of them laughted and followed the goddess. Most did it out of pure curiosity but many had literally drunk the words of Xiren and were already her fanatic followers while not even knowing her that much. The other half tried to persuade their brothers to wait for Parda to explain himself...but the charm was too strong, as Xiren had dominion over the Fey race. As they walked to the Putrid Swamp and as the distance from Memunim increased, the doubts of the charmed sprites disapeared and Xiren began her true work...
"-Let's reshape those ugly little ones into something more...fitting. You'll be MY followers, now. MY children !! The children of the Kind Mother...

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1 Major Act :
Convert half of the Sprites, using my Fey domain to do so. They follow Xiren without question to the Putrid Swamp and, under the Mutagenic Seed's influence, they'll slowly become "twisted" Grigs. Their alignement'll change to CE. Their only magical power will be Faery Fire and Charm person but they can use it at will. They'll also breed two time faster but with their really unsafe lifestyle, let's say there is none effect.

So, sorry Armin but you kinda called for it.
I wrote in the status that I wanted the grigs and so I take them back. However, because you spent Major Act to create the Sprites, I let you half of them : Pixies and Nixies. I was planning to create the Fey tomorrow only but I guess I'll have to rush it.

[Sacrath]

Rudah, The Preserver

Seeing his mistake, Rudah set about resolving it. It seems I have misunderstood Ikibe's intentions with his home. The mortal realm would be a prime place to meet. And I shall sacrifice my southern realm for this purpose.

Rudah moved slowly to the southern pole and spread his corpse-blue arms across the horizon, those of his people that saw him died immediately, and those that did not were killed when the ice shattered, forming an impassible barrier of razor sharp ice floes and he would not claim them. On the large section that was left he formed a structure of ice and air, mostly hollow with ample room for the meeting gods to make their own changes.

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1 minor to make the ice impenetrable to mortals, unless they have the help of a god.

[puppyavenger]

Nirhek

appearing in Rudahs structure So, this the place where the posh gods go clubbin' guvner?

[Krrth]

Akteron

*Akteron watches over the world. People were born, people died. Souls were going through the gate in ever increasing numbers, as was to be expected. However, something unexpected occurred...a being made up of souls was sent to the world to cause Chaos and Destruction.*

This is not right, that those poor souls are abused. I cannot interfere, but I can do something to prevent even worse abuses.

*Akteron gathered his power about him, and exerted his power as Gatekeeper. Now, some basic rules were in place as to what can and cannot be done to souls.*

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Major Act, Gain Souls as a Domain. Rule set into place: Souls cannot be destroyed or killed. They can be changed, reincarnated, imprisoned, and played with. New option: Souls that do not want to go to their deity can choose to stay in my realm and come under my control.