To Make a World - God Game

[Kaiser Omnik]

Average Joe

Joe scratched his head. He didn't understand any of the other other gods. What was that all about? Eternity, contract, shades...such strange words. Joe shrugged and descended on the new planet. He took some stone and fashioned a mould in the shape of a humanoid. Humanoid refered to any creature with at least two arms, two legs a torso and a head that walked upright.

"There. Can you all work with that?"

[Earl of Purple]

Morphos
Morphos felt himself, and decided to give himself form. So he did. He changed between four, and liked them all, but his favourite, at least for the time being, was that of amorphous blob. He looked upon the ground, and saw it already had some shape and colour. Then he looked into the sky, and saw the Sun. The sun was fine, but Morphos felt that shadows would be easier for espionage to occur, so he crafted the Moon. It was yellow on one side, where it bordered the Sun, but it was actually white, spherical and had a hole right the way through it. He liked it, but not the colour. So he changed it, so the moon was blue, as he prefered that colour. Greetings, I am...Morphos, yes, that is a nice name. Does everybody like my Moon?

[Lord_Gareth]

Ami laughs quickly at the "man" made by Joe.

You're something, Mediocrity, you're really something. Why don't you just hang back until we've made life, aye?

When Morphos makes the Moon, Ami smiles and begins speaking in that strange language again. This negotiation takes far longer, but when she is done, the goddess smiles.

I like it very much - it has an excellent sense of humor. It'll be doing me a favor later, if you don't mind. It - Ami stops and tilts her head, Sorry, she doesn't want to act without your permission.

[Aergoth]

With a gesture the Dealer of Souls drew up a single roll of some shimmering parchment. Words appeared on the paper written by an unseen hand. The hand puncuates the bottom of the document with a line of shimmering ink.
The souls...are mine. Thelyl pencuated the sentence by allowing the open page to roll up in his aged, wrinkled hands.
Thelyl looked at the Spark, and then at the mold made by "Joe". It is an adequate making. At the mention of immortals Thelyl draws himself up, his cloak shimmering behind him. No. All things will die, at their appointed time. There will be none free from my grasp. Balance must be maintained. His elderly rasping whispers manage a decent level of indignation and rage. His eyes flash with anger as he spins the dust between his hands into a quill. He looks towards the moon. The quill is returned to the dust from whence it came, which swirls back into a small facimile of the moon, spinning about the green and blue world, and about the sun. It is a fair making. Would you perhaps lend me that hollow in the middle? I would make use of it.

Thelyl's clothing morphed as he turned his back to the Lady Guardian, forming a second face and a pair of hands. As the first placed the scroll in his sleave, the second removed it from his own sleeve and created a quill. How now Guardian. Will you give me custody of the dead? The Contract is written, the deal is fair. I will herd the dead, they will resume life, each in turn. Souls will remain consistent in number.

[Fan]

From a passing lump of sace dust a being began t form soldifying the dust into a adamantine hard compound that would allow the new being's essence to be held safely within the new shell. The new being was tall, and armoured in a grey metal was many intericate designs speaking of a complexity beyond anything yet witnessed. The something strange happened. The being inisde the armor spoke, but that isn't what was odd until now no one had even noticed that this had been anymore than the passing fancy of a existing god, yet even now they couldn't detect the essence of the being inside the shell.
"Greetings. I'am Bran Grangir. A pleasure to meet you all."

[Dorizzit]

Arturus looks at the mannequin created by Joe. "An interesting beginning." He pokes around it a bit, and slaps Joe on the back. "Yes, this is a perfect start. I shall make my own contribution, however." He closes his eyes, and a light shines forth from his hand. He places it over the chest of the outline. "There. I have given them their Light, their sense of honor, and justice, and good. It may be balanced by the others, but it shall always be with them."

[Fiery Justice]

The speck, which was resting presently on the shoe of the huamnoid, scoffed at the idea of a god talking about endings and beginnings and death. A whisper pierced through that god's mind, "Even you? When shall you die? May I destroy you? I would dearly love to. When is the end of you?"

[Greystone]

Pravus sits in a comfortable silence while the other gods debate and work. The sun and the colors are welcome. She smiles as the mannequin and the moon. She keeps her silence, absorbing all until the the Dealer of Souls speaks. That makes her frown.

"If you will permit me, I too hold sway over the souls of the dead, and the living. If you permit" her face becomes deferential "I shall judge the souls, and the ones that I have touched, have changed...will be mine"

She moves next to Arturus "Here, let me" her necklace glows, and the red leaves and enters the bodies chest, where the heart would be "Let mortals always have morality, and emotions" she looks solemnly at Arturus "Blind Justice may not be the only way.

As the gods watch dark green tendrils leave her hands and infuse the body, wrapping around the heart and light "but before they can find their true potential for good or justice, they must be able to prove it by defeating apathy, conformity, and jealousy. This gives them the power of free will, let them find their own fate"

[sidhe_blooded]

I lay no claim to souls, but the subconscious, that is mine the Dreamer says as she leans down to the mannequin and put something in its head. Now he will have dreams, have hope and fear and strive to be something other than just life.

[Greystone]

(heh Mind, body, soul, and heart)

[Earl of Purple]

Morphos

No, I don't mind. said Morphos, looking at Ami. Morphos then looked at the ground. He likes clay, its shape can be changed easily. He didn't have anything to give to the man, not yet anyway. He then turned to Thelyl, and said I believe that you will have to ask whomever it is that she pointing at Ami ((He wasn't around when Ami named herself)) created. He then turned to Bran Grangir. Hello. My name is Morphos, how do you do, Bran Grangir?Then, he turned to the rest of the gods, and said Does anybody else want another moon, or is it just me?

[Fan]

The god in a shell walked up to the clay being, and tapped ito nce on its brow, and withthis he bestowed upon them logic, and reasoning. "with these gifts come the sprak of knowldge, and from knwoldge comes understanding. Let it be your guiding light in your darkest hour."
Then turning to the man that spoke to him he said.
"I'am fine although it is a bit drall for me right now. A pleasure to meet you.... Mr.?

[Aergoth]

Thelyl shrugs. Blending back into himself, he shapes a single mote of blue light, and toys with it a moment, changing it's shape and colour. I give you, mortality and laws. Make you the best of it. Thelyl looks at the first life. It seems... unfinished. Thelyl quickly shimmers seeming to be in two places at once. I think the moon will not have any problems with her new... tenants.. To Pravus the Dealer of Souls speaks next. You will try.

[Raz_Fox]

Once there was nothing. Then there was the beat, and the beat was his heart, and the beat was his power. He sat back and watched as his... siblings? created the sun and moon and gave glorious color to the world below them.

And then the boring one did them all a favor by creating something to bless. His siblings gave it virtue, which pleased him. They gave it emotions, which pleased him even more. They gave it dreams, knowledge and... laws? No, this wasn't right!

"What do you think you're doing, giving him stuff like 'laws?'" He sighed. "No, he doesn't need restrictions holding him back, he needs freedom - he needs what I can give."

He pulled out several bottles, mixing them carefully in a glass. "Now the base is gonna be pleasure and joy, but I need a lot of luck - this vintage, I think - and let's add true friendship and garnish it with trickery and illusion. There, that should do it!" He grinned as he poured the cocktail all over the humanoid's head, letting it seep into the very core of the humanoid.

"See? That's the kinda stuff you bless a creature with. I'm Ryuii Rvia Sylcor, by and by, but you can call me Ryuii Rvia. Nice to meet y'all. I guess you're my siblings?"

[Heliomance]

An orb slowly formed from the void, smooth, featureless and perfect. It spoke with a voice undefinable, changing from moment to moment. Sometimes harsh, sometimes soft.

It said, Balance. There must be Balance in all things, and all things in Balance. The land is dry, the light is harsh. This must be changed.

As it spoke, water ran into the world, filling the low places, running from the high. It formed seas, dividing the world into dry and wet. And the colour drank up the water and grew more vibrant.

The sphere moved to the sun, and looked at it. It said, Too much light is not good. The radiance must be tempered by darkness. Similarly, darkness by itself leads to injury. Equal amounts of each.

It pushed the sun, and the sun moved. Slowly at first, it set off on its great journey around the new world, the light moving with it, shadows fleeing before it and chasing after it.

The sphere changed, growing arms and legs similar to Joe's creation. It said, As for this creature, I grant it choice. Some will be good, some will be evil, but in the end it matters not. Each shall be free to walk the path it desires, and over the whole the actions shall conserve the Balance.

[Lord_Gareth]

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For future reference, I'm only mildly irritated; Ami did volunteer to make the first life, and quite frankly, it's not going to be humans.

ENOUGH!

The Lady Guardian's shout - the first display of divine wrath - echoes across the void, and she snatches back the spark.

I volunteered - this is mine to do. Learn patience, you petty little simpletons!

The goddess kneels down with the spark and blows it into the ground. It sinks into the dirt and pulses gently for a moment or two before a single stem grows, ending in a bud.

Don't you dare touch her. She's still growing.

[Dorizzit]

Arturus turns to Ami and spreads his hands. "There is no need for your ire, my lady. The first is yours, that was the agreement. The shell we work on shall be the one that all of us have investment in. We will wait to give it life. After all" He smiles slightly. "We have all the time in the world."

[Raz_Fox]

Ryuii Rvia shrugged. "Hey sis, loosen up. You want to make the first living thing? That's fine by me, but don't deny the rest of your sibs the chance to make something of their own. And I don't want something nasty and joyless being the first creation on this planet, so why don't you show me what you're making and let me help out?"

[Kaiser Omnik]

Average Joe

Joe watched the other gods bicker, as usual. He bit into an apple. Oh did I forgot to say he created the first apple? Well, there you have it. He spoke with his mouth full, to the assembled gods and the Lady Guardian in particular.

Heh. You have a big ego. I already feel pity for the creatures who will live on this land. You should be glad that some Normality will exist... Just imagine a world with nothing but extremes.

[Lord_Gareth]

Ami blows a strand of her hair out of her eyes and whispers to the tiny flower bud. There is a small glow of light within it for a moment, and it then dims.

She's going to be a surprise, Ami says gently. Don't fret overmuch, though - you'll all have your chance to talk to her, and her children. She just needs some time.

[Fiery Justice]

The Hidden One moved slowly up the body and implanted it with the seeds of his gift, sickness, disease, the doom of all souls.

[Aergoth]

All of time, and the time after. Thelyl scoops a handful of dust from the air. I will take my leave then, I imagine I won't be needed for some time, and I might feel inclined to... meddle. Thelyl blows the dust towards the plant, letting it hang there, shimmering, before sinking back towards the ground. Do not forget, brother, that freedom is nothing without Laws to temper it. The Dealer of Souls shimmers and begins to become dust on the wind, floating off towards the moon.

((Thelyl didn't actually do anything to the plant, just to avoid unfortunate misunderstandings. It was all smoke and lights really. Trickery is so amusing. He could though, assuming no one minds.))

[Dorizzit]

Arturus moves away from the group of fledgling dieties. "If you all will excuse me, I must attend to something. I shall return soon enough." Arturus compresses, eventually becoming a single point of light, a tiny speck. It sits there, pulsing softly.

[Lord_Gareth]

When a goddess of guardians bends her attention to something, she sees - and thus she sees the Hidden One at work, and smiles. Gently, she lifts her foot and presses it to the ground, hard enough to leave a footprint. There is a rippling shudder in the earth, and trees and shrubs and plants of all kinds radiate out from that one, central point, forming a thick forest around her flower. The bud continues to grow, and Ami bends at her knees, resting on her heels over it and leaning on her halberd.

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Yes, I promise this will be done soon. And yes, Justice, the Hidden One did something :p Ami's clever, though - just keep that one in mind

[Raz_Fox]

Ryuii Rvia grins. "Nice, sis. But as most things, it could use a bit of improvement. Don't mind if I do.

Let's see, grapes would be nice. Yeah, grapes. And let's make some barley here - you wouldn't believe what you can make with that stuff. Poppies - don't ask. Honey and berries and all things delicious and appetizing. Let's add some color and taste to all this."

And Ryuii Rvia raises his hand and the beat moves through the plants, and grapes grow, as do wheat and barley, and poppies and berries and all kinds of edible plants.

"How's that, sis?"

[Lord_Gareth]

Ami smiles at the other god, "Nice enough, I suppose. It's nice when you don't have to do everything yourself."

[Aergoth]

Flashes of incandescent light begin to emerge from the hole in the moon. Bright bursts of flame and similar things begin to fly out of the hollow. After a moment, it stops, and a pale glow begins to fill the hollow. With a rushing wind and a scattering of dust, the Dealer of Souls reappears. In his hands is a box, of clear crystal, a cluster of lights appears in it, like hundreds upon hundreds of tiny suns, each containing still smaller suns, and so on, onwards until they become too small to see. The box has no perceivable hinge or opening, and is completely transparent crystal, though it looks brittle is apparently unbreakable, and impenetrable.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Brogurlax

In the gathering of the gods, something new gathers: a foul stench. An aroma like that of soggy swamplands and a bloated corpse, builds from the faint smell of a rotten egg, to the overpowering, vomit-inducing stench of whole worlds decaying. A form appears, like a maggot born of putrid flesh, into the other gods presence. It dwarfed them mightily, it was huge and corrupt. It's massive skull-like head, two huge curving horns practically curling backward for their age, size, and length, easily the size of any one of the group, lowered itself into their midst. It's rattling breath was like a putrid wind, as it took massive shuddering breaths into it's corpulent but emaciated form. Parasites, beetles, glowing, maggots and others besides, each easily the size of dogs and cats, clung to his form and writhed through his flesh, occasionally falling off of his corpse-like form. Acid dripped constantly from his mouth, bright and green, and lines of glowing acid trickled from seams in his black, scaled hide like cracks of magma in rock. It opened it's mouth, and a voice like the buzzing of a thousand flies, like those that circled the monstrosity, each the size of a cat, but watery like it was spoken from underneath tepid waters, and deep and rumbling as if the crashing of tsunami waves. Well... what ish thish gathering then, that they would not invite ME, Brogurlax, Mashter of decay...

[Earl of Purple]

Morphos

My name is Morphos. I like shapes, especially changing them, I also like secrets, espionage and I created the Moon, and I think I would like to create another, if nobody minds. Morphos looked around, and saw all the plants and greenness. He also understood the desire to create the life, but he'll leave off for a while until he has seen how it is done. He does, however, know how to make moons, and quite enjoys it, and the sky is quite empty at the moment, with only the Sun and a Moon up there.

[sidhe_blooded]

So far as I know none of us were invited Brogurlax, it isn't our fault that you showed up to the party late.