Altair had so many agents in this world and Kyoaag N'gaas may have some as well. If Desha had any hopes of succeeding with his plans for revenge, he would need to get allies. Unfortunately he couldn't be sure who to trust here yet, so perhaps he would just create one. It had been a common practice amongst other gods on the Council back home, especially near the time of his imprisonment. The Council members had started getting paranoid so they wouldn't trust anyone with the power of a god. Thus the practice of exarchs had become common. Some Council members had had hundreds of exarchs, but Desha would only need one for now.Hovering near the edge of the Wood, Desha pondered whether he should continue with this. Beyond the Wood was light. That one god had used light much in the way he used darkness. If he went into the light would he notice him? Perhaps this was too much risk just to create an exarch. He started to head back into the Wood when the nugget of hate that was his heart started to blaze. No. He would go into the light. Not even that cursed god of light would stop him from getting the justice he deserved.This place brought back bad memories. Here he had entered into this world. He would be the first to admit it was an improvement over floating through the void beyond space and time trapped in a rock, but not much of an improvement. Here he had also lost his true form. Gore was caked all over the bottom of the crater, but that wasn't what he was looking for. He wanted a piece of his mask. Almost in the very center was a large piece of it. That would do nicely.PP Stuff1 PP - Mold (Minor) (Desha's Crater is now officially a real place. )1 PP to future Beget (Major)
swift continued trotting off towards where the sun was closest to the earth for a short while before realizing the he was alone once more. Not knowing if he was going the right way and not wanting to meet the light god alone he simply plopped onto the ground and started to doodle in the dirt, he drew many would be draconic creatures; committing there image to mind every time he found one he liked. He was sure it would not take the others long to find him and point him in the correct direction.
Swift happily wandered around the throne as Altair spoke. He barely even paid attention but was still easily able to hear what was being said, the important parts at least. As Altai addressed the stubborn youth that was his brother, at least swift would stubbornly insist was his brother. Swift approached the throne inspecting the mirrors, though swift had to squint against the bright glare to see much at all. Swift soon bored of the mirrors and would move to the throne itself. Though always minding to stay out of Altairs way as he spoke swift eagerly moved sporadically all around the room examining each little part then quickly moving on. To onlookers Swift was taking but a single fast glance, but to swift he was studding every little small detail and taking a mental note o fit before excitedly bouncing to the next. Swift was as a excited school kid in a candy store.
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Swift Glanced up to Altair “ who said I was boared, there is so much in this room to learn so much indeed. I listen to the one who would claim himself king, I listen much indeed,” swift thinks for a little before deciding for sure that it would indeed be appropriate to call this one father since it was him that summoned his essence from the nothingness it dwelt in. “father really you are wound up a touch tight are you not? I simply find this room of your interesting. “swift then continued his apparent random and quick examinations of well; everything including Altair himself, though that inspection stung Swifts eyes causing them to water.
It was not hard for Altair to gather that Swift took this matter and indeed most matters very lightly. To Swift it was a silly argument his domain her domain this right that right, Swift barely new such concepts and hardly saw any real reason to get upset over such things. To him it wasn’t like he had harmed someone’s children after all. Swift dwelt little on the right or the wrong of it all as he darted around the room inspecting everything and everyone in a apparently half hazard way. Though to swift every last inch he inspected was analyzed in great detail as he skipped around the room sporadically.
At Altairs words Swift stopped his examining of the room, there was much to examine still but he was being addressed now and the tone seamed less friendly. Swift turned to Altair and cocked his head to the side. “ Tell you why you should not strip me here and now of that which Balist claims you have stolen? Did he lose anything? I simply created a force that was very similar to his for my children syrely that is by no means theft for he still has that which he made. IF he means I have dabbled into his domains then perhaps but stolen is not the word for it. I made a gift for my children and those strong of mind who deserved it. When Balist as you say his name is, accused me of stealing and used the weave that managed to get itself tangled in my new creation against me I severed the connection between the two so that the energy I created would not again be tangled in his magic’s. There is no theft there.
Swift Straightened himself and looked as serious as his form allowed, which was akine to a young child tiring to look angry, perhaps even boarder lining on Cute but swift could not see himself. He looked directly into Altairs brilliant eyes, it burned but swift was stubborn and would not look away until he had said his peace. “ You are no king of mine, I bent no knee to you, I swore no oath. Indeed I have done nothing to show any form of fealty to you at all. You can not be my king, I will and can not accept you as king while you have no opposite. Whiel you would sit here King of gods, A light with no dark so balance you on this earth. With no god to maintain the light and darkness of the world. No to accept you as King of the gods is to accept a true imbalence within the world. While I have no will to correct this inbalence nor will I be a part of it. If you would be King then there must be a dark to your blinding light to sit upon a throne and opose your edicts and wills. There must be someone to walke the grey between and assure that light and dark do not rip the world a sunder in there stuggle for dominence. In short Father. You can be no king of mine while balance is lacking within the world. To me your are but a God who would seak to bring a unbalanced order unto the world. I ask how may Darkness flourish and take root if we all accept and allow a single god of light to rule.”
Swift turned his eyes from Alatir, they burned and watered and he saw spots wherever he looked. Swift continued one in a more cheerful voice now “besides I did not come here to meet a king, I came here to meet you Father, I came here to know of the force that brought me into this world. Though I had trualy hoped I would know of both sides to my coin.”
Swift suddenly plopped onto the ground before Altair looking up at him. Swifts cloak; which was obviously much to large for him, almost completely enveloped him, his head popping up from the pile of cloak the hood of said cloak flopping to the side covering half of swifts face.
Again swift talked in a high pitch and joyful way that was his norm and looking completely out of place in this room. “ I purpose that the dark and light gods that I met be crowned king and quean of the lands. I could follow them, The dark and the light, the life and the death. All that would be left would be some neutral force to make sure the balance was at all times kept within the world. To this I could swear my fealty as much as is in my nature to do that is.”
Swift watched Altair for his reaction, he also watched the young gods who leade him here as well.
Swift casts a vote for Vasa & Vion to take the thrown, though he does not expect much to happen with the vote he formally casts it in the thrones presence all the same. He further sends his call for a vote to all the gods of the land
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In a Flash of light Glimmer appears within the throne room, In it’s front claw is a Large chunk of moon crystal. Glimmer lands near swift Handing it to him before curling up around him protectively. Swift stands taking the Crystal he empowers it with his own divine power before tossing it into the golden light offered by Altair.
The crystal altering so that resemble A humanoid shape, comprised of countless tiny blue crystals. The entire shape has few details, and its very existence seems to feel out of place, as if it does not belong in the world.
Swift Cocks his head slightly to the side not sure if he managed to achieve his goal or not, surely it was not the form he had chosen but he was summoning a power beyond his understanding into the world so some mistakes would happen. He quickly granted this new god a piece of his own domain of knowledge so that he could be assured that it would be well versed in the world.
“I dub thee Toran for that is the name that the void tells me belongs to you” Swift says in a light voice before pausing.
It was only now that Swift realized he really did not know what this new god was to him. He could call it his child since it had ben born from him and of his very essence. But it did not feel like a child to him, surely it was not a brother. Really swift had nothing else to refer to the new God besides Simple Toran God of Balance or at least he had hoped that was a proper title surely that was his intent. Though he often made mistakes still when making new life.
With that thought Swift sent Glimmer off to scour the earth to make sure that he did not mistakenly bring any other creatures to life when he made the new god. Surely his track record with such was not the best.
Swift stares at the gem figure for a while as altair and his sons talk, having already forgotten why he created it that bit on knowledge lost to his dream like memories. Swift pokes at it and examines it for a while. He could tel that it had life within it and he could see the powers of balance and knowledge connected to it through faint nearly invisible line within the fabric of reality. Swift for the life of him could not figure out what he did wrong, he was sure there was something he must be forgetting about creating life.
With the insatiable curiosity in mind swift suddenly ran to Altai and gave him a Quick Bear hug though swift could barely reach around altairs wast to do so Altair non the less felt a strength from the little creatures arms that one would not expect of suck a small frail looking thing.
Then with a deep bow that again caused swifts hood to flop over his head he turned and started to skip out the door calling a thanks to his father for settling the dispute, though for the life of him he really couldn’t recall why there was such a dispute; Swift thought to himself he really must work on his memory problem, though this thought was pushed aside by his curiosity and out the door he began to skip.
Jyezmurd seemed puzzled for a moment. "But that doesn't explain where the..." he began. However, before he could finish asking where the other party was and how he got here, one word the shiny guy had said caught his attention. King. The Reveler thought, I am in the presence of a royal, and he's asking me to throw him a party! This is it, Jyezmurd! This is my shot at the big leagues! Quickly regaining his composure he bowed respectfully and adressed the King of the Gods, "Sir, while I would love to throw you a party, I don't have anything I need to do so. I can't just pull a party out of thin air. Welll," he corrected himself, "not one fit for someone in your position, anyway. I need to know the occasion, the theme, who's going to be coming, and, most importantly, what supplies we have here and what I'll need to get." Jyezmurd began to take a more thorough look at the Hall and said, "So, while I look around here, why don't you tell me more about the kind of party you want?" After a few minutes of searching, the god of love looked, disappointed, at the King. "This has got to be the lamest throne room I have ever seen," he said. "Where's all the alchohol? The music? The dancing girls? Man, your highness, you really need my help." Turning his attention back to the Hall, he mumbled, "Let's see about some music. Now, where did I put that..." Jyezmurd felt around his robes for several seconds before saying "A-ha!" and producing a silver baton. He placed it in his right hand, flicked it around in the air, muttered "A-one, a-two, a-one, two, skiddly doo!" Suddenly, a host of instruments, silver as the baton, appeared within the Hall, playing harmonies so sweet, that the air in the Hall began to get teary-eyed, and the hearts of the stones were moved by their smooth tones. Satisfied that the party would have decent music, the Reveler whispered "Dismissed," and the instruments vanished as suddenly as they had appeared. Returning his attention to Altair, "So, yeah, about those details..." PP 8 PP -3 PP Forge (Greater): Baton of the Silver Chorus, summons instruments of varying descriptions whose songs move the hearts of men, beasts, and inanimate objects. Provides Command PP for the purpose of causing emotional responses. 5 PP Remain
Swift Paused at the door as the strange new god wondered in, he somehow knew this was again one of his mistakes. With a Sigh swift continued out the door
Once outside swift though to himself “I have got to change my luck with things upon this world; First I will need a place to study a place that will collect the knowledge’s of the world for me and help me learn. Oviously there would be more there then any 1 person could hope to learn but perhaps with this I could remember could have a place to help retain the information of the world and prevent me from forgetting.
With that swift remembered the unfinished library high in the sky, this would do nicely he though; as such swift immediately went to work completing his great library.
With in The shimmering Plane
With the new city completed and the Kobolds growing well Glimmer decided that it was time to teach them to craft on there own as was proper of a intelligent race after all using psionics all the time would make them lazy. As such she began teaching various kobolds the delicate art of crafting tools and buildings with there hands, at first they would only know the basics but the hard work combined with there psionics would allow them to go far.
Sunday - Craft (Minor) - Avatar.Monday - AlterTuesday - ForgeWednesday - BegetThursday - Mold Friday - Shape Saturday - Spawn - may be gained repeatedly not more then once per weak
Rules:Only 1 god may benefit from the library per weekExcept on Saturday; You must have the Knowledge Domain to benefit from the libraryExpect on Saturday You may gain a bonus pp for the same action twice During the course of this game.The library may only be used once per week, this means that once any god has used it no other god may use it till the following reset.Except Sunday All actions must be completely paid for when using the LibraryIf you are performing a action that matches the library actions for the day of that post, AND a god who possesses the knowledge domain spends at least one of there own PP to help you with the action. Then you may use the library for the specific action that you were helped with.
Glimmer commanded the Kobolds to learn the art of making and using basic tools, they may now craft simple constructions and building as well as make and use hammers and other tools. They are adept at mixing this with psionic building techniques to make advanced structures otherwise beyond them.