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2 years ago ::
Jan 02, 2011 - 9:43AM
#1
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Date Joined:
Oct 16, 2010
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The thinking races of the world have countless tales of how the world was made. Some tell of the ancient ones who crafted it from the raw elements. Others tell of the great gods who formed it from their thoughts. Yet in every tongue of every race there is one story that is universal: before the world was created, there were the Gates of Eternity.
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2 years ago ::
Jan 02, 2011 - 9:43AM
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Date Joined:
Aug 17, 2006
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In the darkness before existence there was a weakness in what would become the universe. Once every age or so a spark would fall out of this and drift in the nothingness what was. These sparks had no form nor size nor substance, for they merely had the potential to become something. Eventually the gates would draw the spark back in, returning the point of possibility to oblivion. So it was that nothing existed, but in this nothingness floated countless possibilities of what might be. Before the beginning there was one spark that, as it drew near again to the gates, wondered why it should return to the darkness beyond existence. In asking, it became. This spark called itself Ebel and reached forward. She opened one gate, the gate of creation, and drew from it a body to shelter her spark. Into the void Ebel swam, her being consumed with the question of why she should exist. Yet eventually her mind turned to other things and she wondered why only she ought to exist. The universe responded to her questioning and the nothingness that had been blossomed into a formless mix of fire, ice, earth, wind, and water. Unsatisfied, Ebel set to work separating the elements. First she laid down ice, which she covered with earth, and then she hid that with water. Air came next and at the peak she placed fire. Unfortunately, as soon as Ebel stepped back to look at her work the elements began to collapse again into a grey mixture. Unsatisfied with this result, the goddess returned to the Gates of Eternity, which she had set in the middle of the world she was creating. With her right hand she reached into the gate of creation and drew out a spark that was to be. Ripping her arm from her body, she threw the two, hand and spark, to the earth. The limb and spark and earth writhed together: they mixed and bubbled and a new being began to gestate. With her left hand she reached into the gate of destruction and drew out a spark that would have been. She tore her left arm from her body and likewise threw it and the spark into the air. There a great whirlwind formed and a different entity began to grow. Woozy, Ebel rested and waited for her children to awaken. PP
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3 PP - Beget God: Ebel ascends Velt, lord of earth.
3 PP - Beget God: Ebel also ascends Dajjal, mistress of the winds
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2 years ago ::
Jan 02, 2011 - 10:25AM
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Date Joined:
Mar 24, 2007
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The spark and the arm vanished. There was no clue, no indication or sign of where it went. But something was happening. There was nothing to suggest what was happening, nothing visual at least. The something was only remarkable for its absence. The absence, and the sound. A sound from the something was the first sign, a sort of vibration of the something. But the something was nothing. At least, it was the absence of other things. But the expansion of the something could be seen, easing its way through the other things, making room for itself, for the something. For the noise.
"Ahhhh..."
Went the something, for it was plain that there was something, creeping through the things to the resting goddess. And all the while it carried the sound. The sound and the something. They were inextricably linked, and it was plain that, without the something there would be no sound. But would there be something without the sound?
"Ebel..."
The sound was clear in its intent. Somehow, magically, thoughts and ideas were passed along the something by virtue of the sound. And the something was growing now, reaching towards Ebel, still conspicuous only for the absence of other things.
Ebel watched the something and could remark upon only two things: that it was entirely invisible to the eye apart from it own absence, and that it carried the sound. These two things seemed useful for later reference.
But the something was growing still, dancing, weaving yes, but ever larger it became, until a sphere of something, a bubble, formed around the watching goddess. The bubble even came to surround the Gate. And the sphere was empty. Nothing but the something within it. At the edges of the something, tongues of flame licked its sides, and clouds pressed upon its flanks. But the something was resolute. Here would be a place of nothing. Or at least, nothing but something, until the other things could ask politely. And so the something hissed at the other things lurking in the shadow of the something and they, masterless vermin, shied away.
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2 years ago ::
Jan 02, 2011 - 3:17PM
#4
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Date Joined:
Aug 17, 2006
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"Young one?" Ebel asked, "Do you yet live? Come come, let me see you. No reason to be shy. I am Ebel, your mother. Do you have a name?"
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2 years ago ::
Jan 02, 2011 - 3:25PM
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Date Joined:
Mar 24, 2007
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As the words hit the something they had meaning. The something took the words and the meaning and shaped them for the something's purposes.
"I am young one."
And the something pulled water and ice from the storm beyond its borders. A cloud was formed, light and wispy. A shape for the something to be. The cloud drifted across the space towards Ebel, taking on her shape, for the something had none, and making it talk to the other.
"I have no name. No reason to."
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2 years ago ::
Jan 02, 2011 - 3:59PM
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Date Joined:
Aug 17, 2006
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Odd, Ebel thought. Her name had seemed as natural to her as existence itself. But her intent had been to create a being besides herself, something to help her keep the universe from collapsing back into nothingness. That it thought differently than herself seemed to be evidence that this was successful.
"It is nice to meet you, No-Name. I created you for a purpose: the sky wants to fall. If I give it to you, will you care for it, tend to it, keep it up?"
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2 years ago ::
Jan 02, 2011 - 4:12PM
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Date Joined:
Mar 24, 2007
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"Meet you is nice," said cloud-Ebel, "Sky fall; keep it up!"
She laughed at her little game and did a sort of pirouette, marvelling at the way the cloud was tossed and spun by the something. But the time for joking was aside, there was much seriousness in this other. The something composed the cloud-face into something more stoicly akin to the other's face and spun her own words, attaching meaning to them as she would. She understood somehow that the word, with the speaking, would gather meaning, such that unsaid would could yet be spoken and still be understood.
"I like it like this, I think," the something said sombrely, and a rippling of the bubble far overhead seemed to be the something's way of indicating the canopy of chaos beyond, "Very beautiful."
And indeed it was beautiful, in a way. The earth, fire, water, all the other things were beautiful as they were, free to dance and spin in their ways, forming a dazzling tapestry of elements to paint the heavens.
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2 years ago ::
Jan 02, 2011 - 5:07PM
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Meanwhile the other spark and the arm begun to attract the particles of earth nearby, rapidly forming a shell of stone and mud not unlike an egg.
With every passing moment, or century maybe, after all time was still a an unstable concept, the egg kept growing, faster and faster, attracting more of the matter nearby, imprisoning fragments of the chaotic elements, encasing them within its shell, gaining new layers with complex colored patterns, beutifull, but only visible during the brief moment that was needed for another shell to appear.
The egg itself appeared to be animated with an insatiable huger for new matter, imprisoning it with its own growing gravity, slowly beginning to pull even the two divine beings to it...
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2 years ago ::
Jan 02, 2011 - 5:31PM
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Date Joined:
Aug 17, 2006
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"Beautiful?" The strange word came out easily enough. Ebel hadn't known of the concept before hearing the word, but as she assimilated it into her mind it seemed proper. "Yes, quite beautiful."
She looked at the elements for a while before startling herself back to the matter at hand. "I take it that was a yes, then? Excellent, No-Name. I do hope you like the sky, it seems like it has a good bit of breathing room. I wonder how your brother is..."
She noticed that there was a tug from where the other child was gestating. "I think that might be him now."
A hurricane approached the earthen egg, but Ebel was not in the hurricane. Thunder rolled through the ocean, yet Ebel was not in the thunder. Creation trembled at her approach, but she was not in the trembling. A figure silently walked behind these, and that was the goddess. With naught in the world to compare by, she seemed neither short nor tall. She had no legs, having no need for them, but floated along towards the egg. Her eyes burned with a piercing gaze, yet they could not penetrate the egg to see what was within.
"Hello?" she asked, knocking upon the stone. "Are you in there my child?"
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2 years ago ::
Jan 02, 2011 - 5:42PM
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Apparently something heard the voice as the goddess could clearly feel a being moving under its surface, pushing against the shell, creating small cracks on its surface, attempting to break free, but lacking the strenght to do that...
Meanwhile the egg growth almost reached the Gate of Creation and begun to attract the endless stream of matter that flowed from it, looking almost like a child happly and almost greedly drinking the milk from his mother.
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