Sensing the life within the depths of the seas Thrael'kriss dove into the water. Swimming down, seeking the life he sensed.
When he found Ueberroth's sickly things rage welled within his mind. Fury that such aberrations would exist within this world. The claw-things could be accepted, they were hunters, but these creatures... Weak, bottom feeding scavengers... Fury became a rush of power a sweeping gale of wrath. Destroying the most vile of Ueberroth's vermin. (Create Concept: Death see note, 3PP)
Contented that the worst of the vermin were gone Thrael'kriss called forth myriad tiny fish to replace those he had destroyed. In contrast to the twisted creations of ueberroth these fish were more natural. With these fish came another change plankton of a new kind, beginning to colonize around the vents, to serve as another source of food. (Nourish Land, 1P)
Note: This is the death of the natural cycle. Pedator and prey, extinctions and new species rising to replace the old. A single facet of a multi-faceted concept. Other facets should remain open (such as death through murder, or death as a thing of evil). This makes changes to my portfolio, I'll update.
I am both rational and instinctive. I value self-knowledge and understanding of the world; my ultimate goal is self-improvement and improvement of the world around me. At best, I am focused and methodical; at worst, I am obsessive and amoral.
Light! Light flooding the world, lifting the grey haze it had previously been covered in. That was his first thought.
Thought? What is that? He reflected upon the act of thinking, which lead to other questions. Having determined that he thought, he reflected upon his existence, and what he was, where he was, and why he was there. He spent a measure of time on this, perhaps as small as minutes, perhaps as large as decades, asserting his identity, choosing a name, and a purpose. He decided to name himself Adahan. His purpose...he didn't know about it, yet.
Looking around, past the light that surrounded him, he watched thousands, nay, millions of lifeforms, big and small, moving through the earth. Intrigued, he decided to visit the earth and see what wonders it housed. With a thought, he was quickly heading down, and the earth became bigger and bigger.
Suddenly, it hit him that he didn't know how to stop himself. Bracing himself for the crash, he shrunk to the size of a small rock, and, to his surprise, changed color to a solid black.
Thankfully, he wasn't hurt by the collision, and his impact didn't provoke any significant changes. The crash did, however, create a resounding "THUD!". Marveled by how the silence had been broken, he tried to replicate the sound. While he couldn't manage to do it, his first attempt resulted in a harmonic sort of low, continuous chime that followed him wherever he went, which he was satisfied with. Deciding not to dwell in that for the time, he was, after a few accidents, exploring the land.
As he saw more and more, he realized that his approach had a fault. He was learning, but for every new thing he saw, a thousand others were happening somewhere else. What could he do?
After some deliberation, he was struck by inspiration: He would build a watchtower from which to observe everything, close to the earth, but still at a distance from which he could see the big picture. Concentrating, tendrils of light expanded from him, buried deep into the earth, and reached it's core. There, they pulled a great chunk of rock, and transported it back to him. As he set the rock into motion, to spin around the earth so as to see everything, he realized it had changed. Instead of normal granite, it was now silvery, and shimmered slightly. He had created a new material. He decided to name it...Mythril.
((Shape Land, Minor, 1 PP. I have created a small moon, not much bigger than a small island, but orbiting the world rapidly. Through that act, I have also created Mythril, though it is not normal Mythril. Rather, it is Godcrafted Mythril, through which Masterwork armors can be made.))
Satisfied with his work, he decided to wait, and see how the world grew.
Mountain Cleave Rule: You can have any sort of fun, including broken, silly fun, so long as I get to have that fun too (e. g., if you can warp reality with your spells, I can cleave mountains with my blade).
Agrilnost sensed his son had landed on earth, and in an instant he had zoomed over to speak with his son.
"I am your father, Agrilnost. I have given you a great gift. The overseeing of my entire realm. You will be a light bringer and a watcher against darkness. You have free reign over your dominion. I want you to experiment and learn. What do you call yourself?"
The darkness fled from the light. Unable to stand it
They fled into the earth, to the cavern systems below. As the patches of darkness fled, they started to merge, becoming aware of there surroundings. Forming a conscience.
After traveling the caves for a while they found something. An elder purple worm, at the verge of death, wounded from a chuul attack. The darkness took it. Infesting it. Morphing it. becoming one with it.
The creature started to loose its pigment, it's color, becoming a pale version of its former self. Unable to stand the light of day. tentacles sprouted from it's body, allowing extra mobility and a way to manipulate it's suroundings.
The remaining darkness furled around it, forming a smooth outer shell, protectig the inner form. Sometimes flares of liquid darkness and smoke would spring from the smooth eel-like shape.
A new god had formed.
Curious, the new intelligence started to explore it's newly found under realm
Surprised, yet pleased by the appearance of someone who he realized was both an equal and a superior, Adahan changed his color from orange and white to purple, as a sign of respect.
My name is Adahan, father. I thank you for your precious gift. I shall do my best to fulfill my duties, and to learn, so that I may do it well.
I want to ask one thing of you, father, however. What is that darkness you speak of? As I roamed, I only saw mortal creatures, some mighty, some weak, yet I can tell none of them are the adversary you warn me about.
Mountain Cleave Rule: You can have any sort of fun, including broken, silly fun, so long as I get to have that fun too (e. g., if you can warp reality with your spells, I can cleave mountains with my blade).
Angrilnost said, "Ah but of course Adahan. You would not see any of the dark things of this earth, for light shines wherever you go. I'm sure you know you are the very embodiment of light. I am the first and most powerful of all the lords of my creation. It is not an adversity so much as a precense. I can't quite pin it down."
Ueberroth considered the great burrower for a long while. Could he speak? All he had sensed so far of the sparks working above had not given more insight into their nature then this one question. Obviously, they considered communication worthwhile enough to create a whole system for exchanging thoughts.
Best to get to the point.
Ueberroth can communicate with you, if that is what you are asking. What do you want? What are these new sparks?
As Ueberroth let the deific energies carry his thoughts to the burrower, he sensed changes from his greater mass by the vent-fields. Working harder to divide his conciousness between his entire form, he watched as another spark dared to intrude upon his fields. Sensing the death of thousands of his offshoots, he pulsed with rage. Those beings had been his own mass! He had created them, fed them, nourished them with himself! And now this spark sought to replace them? Well, let it try. Ueberroth would gladly welcome a food source for his creations. Sucking a few of the new forms into his own mass for sustenance, Ueberroth learnt their forms in depth.
He would show all these sparks the error of their ways. In his mind, a great plan formed.
(Create Concept: Aberrations (3PP))
Note: Ueberroth is letting go the idea of true creativity for the time being. If the other deities are going to kill and feed off his original creations, and consider them monstrous, then he will steal their ideas and make them monstrous. I'll change my portfolio to represent his new ideals.
Adahan nodded...as much as light can nod, by changing into a deeper shade of purple and back.
I understand. I might never see darkness, yet I must remain vigilant, not against it, but rather for it.
It is sad that I will never meet darkness. I'm sure we could learn much from each other... the sun god mused. Suddenly, however, helitup, returning to his normal color, to signify a new idea.
Father, I hope you forgive me, but I must leave. I have an idea for contacting the darkness!
Flying back to his moon-asteroid as fast as he could, Adahan started working on his project. He had decided to create a new creature, one that wouldn't chase darkness away like he did.
As he started, Adahan suddenly stopped, his natural quirkiness pushing him into a new direction. Every creature he had seen had been made of flesh, blood, and bone. Why not attempt something new? The new creature would be different from all others. It would feel, think, and act, but it would live forever, and it wouldn't be made from the same things as other creatures.
Taking some Mythril from the moon, Adahan started working on his creation. It had to be able to fly, thus he gave it wings. It had to be able to walk, thus he gave it legs. It had to be able to re-shape the world, thus he gave it hands. And it had to speak, thus he gave it a mouth. Then, he built a body, which held everything together, and inside that body, he placed the mechanisms that would animate the creature. As he stood back, contemplating his work, the light with which he had shaped the Mythril once again transformed it. This time, it turned pearly white, as if the radiance that had created it had been stored inside.
Finally, it was time to give it life. Sending a current of light that was as bright as the sun, Adahan spoke:
Rise, my child. The construct stood up.
I am Adahan, god of the Sun and of Invention. I have given you life, so that we, together, may discover the wonders the world has to offer. Using the knowledge we'll gain from them, we shall bring enlightenment to this world.
I created you with this purpose in mind, and gave you wings, feet and hands, so that you may learn more from the world and shape it into a new form.
I have also given you a mouth, so that you may speak with me. Now, what do you have to say?
With a deep, gravelly voice, the creature asked:
What am I? And who am I?
Proud of his creation, and realizing that, humorously, it had asked the same questions he had when he was created, Adahan answered:
You are a construct, thus named because, unlike all other creatures, I built you, instead of simply creating you. Others are born. You, and all the constructs that will follow you, are made.
And now, it is time you receive a name, and an identity. I name you...
Kraid.
((And this was what I was planning. Create Exarch, 3 PP. He'll be the first sapient being who is not a god to walk the earth.
Description of Kraid: Picture a massive construct, four or five stories tall. Immense mechanical wings sprout from his back, and he has long arms that reach down almost to the ground. His head is cylindrical, with the upper part being slightly curved. Blue eyes can be seen, exactly in the middle, and over an open part that is his mouth. All of his body is completely white, and you can almost see the light inside him. He stands out on the smooth silver surface of the moon, with no stars behind him.))
Mountain Cleave Rule: You can have any sort of fun, including broken, silly fun, so long as I get to have that fun too (e. g., if you can warp reality with your spells, I can cleave mountains with my blade).
On the planets surface Thrael'kriss had once again returned to his spires. Their soft glow imperceptible in the harsh light (yes harsh... No clouds yet) to all eyes but his own. A fragment of thought drifted through him... Placing a massive hand-paw on one f the crystals he listened to its gentle hum, so different from his own barks and growls.
I made this. For the first time something dawned on him. There were repercussions to every action he took.
I killed those... Aberrations. His thought feral and primal, but thought nonetheless.
They had no place, such twisted things... Are there more? Does it matter? The repercussions of his new-found power rang within his mind.
Returning to all fours he sank his claws into the ground. There was light to give a new kind of creature life. He could sense this new thing on the edge of his consciousness. Different from his first children, but required to support newer children. And perhaps required to give his children shade from the glare.
Focusing he poured out power into the ground. From it trees grew. The first vestiges of a jungle, within which he would place his next children.
The jungle was filled with the endless hum of his crystals, their gentle glow once again visible to the less acute senses of the other gods. The perfect hunting grounds. (Nourish Land 1PP, I figure it isn't so great a change as to be considered anything else)
Within the jungle sat the great hunter that was Thrael'kriss, contemplating his so different powers. To give life to beasts, and for those beasts to join the cycle of life and death, perfect hunters to consume their prey.
I am both rational and instinctive. I value self-knowledge and understanding of the world; my ultimate goal is self-improvement and improvement of the world around me. At best, I am focused and methodical; at worst, I am obsessive and amoral.
"How is it that you exist within this world, but the Master does not know of you? From whence did you come? And, is it you who crafted the beasts of the deep ocean?"
