Harken now to the story of the lords of creation, For the good of mortals. For the good of the deathless. Hail to the speaker, happy is he who knows. Hail to the listener, happy is he who remembers.
Before sand and stone, before wind and water, there was naught in the world. All was as a void; there was not a sun to shine, there was not an earth to walk upon, there was not air to breath. There was not room enough for a man to stand upright, as even empty space had not yet been created.
For timeless ages this Nothing existed, dimensionless and featureless. It was into this world – a world of empty space and non-existence – that the first gods awoke. Where they came from cannot be said. Perhaps they stepped out of non-existence itself and bound themselves to this place. Perhaps they are the elements of the world given mind and form. Perhaps the lords of creators are themselves created and came from one even older.
The first thought echoed through his mind. “I am.”
Within moments, thoughts continued to tumble through the new mind. “What am I? Where is this? What is this? Who am I? Why am I thinking these?”
The mind opened to the void around it, the bleak void pressing around it, threatening to snuff it’s fragile form out and return it to that from which it came. A single thought rose above the rest. “NO!” And the void was pressed back.
From that single thought, the void was no longer everywhere. In a large area around the thought, where nothing had existed only a moment ago, pockets of something other than the void waited, waiting for a mind to shape them into something more.
It looked at the stuff, thinking that the concept of looking was a novel thing, wondering how to tell the difference between it and the void and this new stuff. How to shape it? How to change it? It reached out tentatively with its mind, slowly molding it, learning its properties. He pressed out, seeking a way to see, to differentiate from void and non-void, and he felt something change in the void, as if something new had come to being. He ignored it for now, as a small pale red light illuminated the stuff, a dark gray against the impenetrable blackness of the void.
It spoke for the first time. “I see.” And odd thing, speaking, and the way the sound echoed through both void and non-void.
Using his new mastery, he folded the non-void together; naming is existence, concentrating it into one central location. Then he examined existence more closely, pondering exactly what it could do. He was pleased to note he could change it however he liked. He took a portion of it, and made it solid, anchoring it to the outside edge of the ball.
He looked at it, considering what could be done with it. He placed it light in the center, and watched as the flickering light seemed to extinguish. Disappointed, he considered it, looking around at the darkness, and decided to rest.
Resting, he waited, one final thought passing through his mind. “Waiting for what?”
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For a moment, there was a time without pain. Chactross would remember it throughout all time. He was something else besides the agony of fire. Something innocent and wondering. But then... It was all that he was. He was Pain, and agony.
He let out a scream of agony as he saw the world. Grey. Empty. Nothing to put out the PAIN.
With a thought, he created a great ocean to make life bearable. Crashing into the sea that surrounded the grey continent like a great meteor. The Ocean did nothing to aleviate the pain! Dully, Chactross noted that the sea was burning up around him, so he raised himself into the air, burning like a pyre.
The very light that allowed the Thinking Thing to see, the light that had caressed the solid stuff of creation, quickly left the place it had been and danced in the unseen spaces.
It came to be and was amused by itself. "Let there be light!" it called into the nothing beyond.
Looking around, it saw that there was very little to see. It shed light into the void, and though it could feel the light, it could not see it. There was nothing to reflect his glory. That would not do.
Between the void and the solid stuff, this being "wanted" and so the desire became manifest. Waves of aether arose. It reflected the light, yet the light passed through it easily. Pleased, the light played in the airy substance for a time.
Quickly -- or perhaps not so quickly, the light wasn't sure -- it grew bored.
A thought struck it... the light was separate from the aether, so other things could be separate too. But... perhaps, not so separate. That solid stuff below was interesting, but the light didn't like it; it was hard to pass through it.
Parts of the aether condensed into a form not quite airy but not quite solid; a jelly, perhaps. These things began to grow, feeding on the aether around them for matter and feeding on the light that was given it for energy.
Pleased, the light desired to reward itself. If desire had allowed him to produce these things, then desire was good in itself.
Taking its dreams, the light desired that it might dream as well.
Nourish Land: The void to produce aether, 1PP Nourish Land: Aether, to produce plant-like organisms that are light enough to float through the aether, 1pp Ascend God: Dreams (that would be you, Ghostly), 4pp
After a while, some of the Aether organisms ceised to function and started to decompose back into seperate components, returning them back to the Aether.
A process that went pretty slow.
On one of the organisms, this process was accelerated by a tiny organism that had formed itself onto it. It began as a single cell, but soon started to multiply as it decomposed the plantlike organism further.
As the newly formed organism started to become larger, it started to send small particles into the Aether, spores. Where the spores found other matter, they would start to form new cells and accelerate the decay process.
YOUNG Oravalos woke with a start, feeling the teeming life of creature fighting for survival and life in this new hostile environment.
He was not happy, the world had no vibrance nothing but moldy spores, nothing he could watch frollick, live and die.
Young Oravalos decided this world needed balance amidst the chaos and creatures that could survive and thrive in this eco system.
Thus, Oravalos gathered forth the essence of life about him, feeling the light and aether surrounding all and created a new land mass in the aether. He then breathed across the aether transforming some of the small spore like creatures into new beings that would be apart of the cycle of life and death.
These spores similiar to those of the ones before would feed directly off the aether but when they settle upon the lands in the aether, taking hold and allowing that permenaence to build upon itself until they become trees and plants upon the land. 1 PP Mold Land (Lesser): Create an island home floating in the aether (size of hawaii; big island) 1 PP Nourish Land: SOME of the Plant like creatures can now take hold of the land masses and grow into trees. Some remained aether born. 2 PP Form Domain (Moderate): Evolution of the spores into a new creature
Orvalaos then settled upon his new island Home and smiled with glee and a small giggle. "This will do indeed."
He then began to watch the plants grow, and the lands take shape amongst the aether.
The Void beholds that which now *is* where nothing was before. He changes, because an existance can only be confronted by matter. He takes the shape of a dark mass of blackness, for blackness is as close to non-existance as matter can be, that is eternally shrinking.
The matter before him does not please him, but inside the aether he observes its own collapse and decay. The decay is a threat, for it is a decay brought upon matter by other matter, yet it is also pleasing to him.
"I will unmake this madness. I will feed this mold and give it life beyond the scope within which it now exists. I will make it greater"
He speaks to the mold
"I will make you grow, for you enable that decay which defeats matter and makes it weaker. I will make you spread across this aether and consume. Your existance will aid me, as it will do yourself."
First, there was the Dream of the Void. Nothing dreamed of Nothing Forever, of peace and silence stretching into eternity, and this dream stirred silently in a place behind the world.
Then, there was the Dream of Creation. There was a change in the void, a folding in the fabric of Nothing, there was light and fire, a joy in change and a hope for things to come. So, this new hope joined the first and they rustled and whispered to one another in the secret language of their kind.
Soon, the Light and the Fire had their own Dreams. The Fire dreamed of the one perfect moment it had known, suspended in agony, and the Light took joy in itself, and dreamed of the world reformed, of the endless play of light and color.
Soon, what had been a slow, steady drip was now a stream. The slow, quiet dreams of the trees, and the ever-multiplying dreams of the tiny things that floated in the air and lived for but the blink of an eye began to fill the space behind the world, and then, something happened. Deep in the secret heart of that place, the Dreams began to dream.
The Dream of Dreams knew itself, and looked upon its world and the other. It knew that they were forever intertwined, that as long as one existed, so too would the other. So it made a Gate of Horn, and a Gate of Ivory, so that Dreams and Dreamers could pass between the realms and know one another. It spoke to the Dreams, and told them to go into the world and see it for themselves, so that they might understand how they had come to be, and when they went, he went with them, a hope, a wish, a prayer coiling through the tall gates of Dream and taking form in the vast world beyond.
PP Expenditure: 4 PP: Create Plane (Greater - Dream, the Place Behind the World) 2 PP: Create Artifact (Moderate - The Gates of Horn and Ivory)
He stopped resting, stopped waiting, and looked around him. All around, he could feel new creations coming into being, and could feel small pieces of knowledge, of aether, the creatures that thrived on it, the molds that ate them, and decline of these creatures.
He absorbed it all, and hungered for more, to know more, to seek more. Determination went through his mind. He would know it all. He focused his mind, seeking out every piece of knowledge he could find. Perhaops he could even contact the creators of these new objects and creatures he was learning of.
PP Expenditure 3 PP - Form Domain (Greater) - Secrets
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