James, at least some time passes before i appear in the Godcrater
He stepped unto the rim of the Godcrater. He could feel it, a deific shadow cast upon the yellow-tinted stone.
"Firstborn..." he whispered.
Like tendrils, his absolute hatred burst forth into his plane. The fume-clouds grew into an impenetrable, dark tempest. The pools and rivers overflowed, turning all of the ground into a series of waterfalls and shallow, wide brooks of scalding acids. The very ground shook, moving boulders and splitting the ground into fissures. The craterspawn landed, and were still, save for thier voices. The countless screeches of the angel legions were amplified in the mighty winds. Guvarah An loomed over the churning lake and its pounding, house-sized waves.
Then he saw her, the ice mistress Pruinus, farther in the quaking basin. His form broke apart, revealing his crooked, tangled body of tainted godflesh. Blood crowned upon his head and flowed freely over his brows. He roared over the winds, the moan of cracking stone, and the screeching chorus.
"Do you recognize me, sister?! Or has an age of celebration made you forget the brothers you sacrificed to obtain it?!"
He began walking towards her at a steady and eager pace.
"WHY?! WHY did you betray me? WHY did you make me into this?!"
He already knew why, but he needed to hear her say it. Whisper it. Acknowledge it.
He charged her and spoke the command word of the ring, a carapace of steel enwrapping his uneven form. The malevolent gleam in his eyes flared like a pair of dying suns.
Nourish Populace (1AP): Craterspawn.The creation vats replace the corrupted angels faster than they can slaughter each other. Their numbers can be described as legions. Claim Domain (1AP): Hatred Attack God (1AP): Pruinus AP Remaining: 0
He said to me: "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. -Revelation 21:6
As the suns dimmed and the lights darkened all over the world, the sword upon Pruinus's shoulder grew colder, darker. The shadows it threw lengthened and Zebus reached out and grabbed control of these shadows to do his bidding. The sword itself becoming chilly in the extended stay of the Frozen one's aura. Holding onto these shadows, Zebus ponders what he can do with them to do his bidding without those noticing his actions.....
2AP: Claim Domain - Shadow: With the darkening Zebus takes control of the latent shadows of the world under his control to work with due to current debilitations....
2AP: Create Artifact: The Reaping Sword. This is the sword Zebus currently inhabits. As it is in Pruinus's possesion, it is slowly starting to gain abilities eeked from its current owners. In its current state it (not only contains the essense of Zebus god of death) is a shadow/frost sword, with its power capable of expanding in the future.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
Pruinus saw the fiery humanoid scramble to her, fleeing from the... abominations that chased him. This was most certainly not Agni's work. Pruinus had to defend this creature.
She caused the abominations to freeze against the ground, the ones in the sky had their wings frozen shut, collapsing to the ground. They became even more enraged, trying to swarm over her, Pushing past the agony of sheer cold that surrounded her to claw, kick, bite and maim the frozen god. At her command, the primal spirits sent forward a massive gust to push them back. She ran with the creature, holding its hand despite the intense pain this caused her, The fingers melting away to cool liquid. It was certainly a creation of Agni, perhaps it knew where he was. She pushed it forward.
"Go! Fetch your master, and any other allies you can find!"
She turned to face this.... tragic figure before her.
Such a poor creature. She could not blame him for hating her. His suffering must be unbearable, to have warped his mind and soul.
"I know not who you are, but i know who is your traitor.... The Life god, Leaf, although he never intended..." She looked around.
"This. You should have died long before you became this... But death at your time of birth was not possible. I apologize, I could have intervened and prevented your fate, but I did not. "
She raised the sword of death towards this maimed god. He would resist, but this creatures death was long overdue and he deserved to be freed from his agony, Pruinus owed him that much. She spoke a single word to the primal spirits: "Winter"
She sensed the spirits begin to enact the ancient challenge and begin the first season of Winter, The harsh cold creeping slowly outward from the Godscrater to the rest of the world, and the universe. The harsh blizzards and bitter cold was her home, these corrupted angels were no match for her here. Bringing the sword of death forward, she charged towards the maimed god, hoping she could end his suffering quickly.
--- Attack Azgo: 1AP
Call Winter: No AP (I hope, I spent four AP on creating it) Slowly, the rest of the universe begins to suffer blizzards and hailstorms, and temperatures plummet. The length of days and nights remains the same, since winter in this universe is not caused or affected by the position of the sun
For what seemes like ages, Marcus stood still as stone before finally giving way to the passing time and the falling temperatures. "This is foolishness. I have been tricked into wandering around and listening to fools prattle. I have power and the ability to wield it, thus I am reponsible to do so."
Irritable and cold he walked away from his location, walked away from the crown, and walked away from everything. Finally, he came to a distant shore and stopped just short of the still water, lifeless and calm.
"This place will do. I will begin my work here, and from here will my work spread."
Gathering his force of will, he leaned down and place his hand on the earth. "Rise. Awaken your ancient bones and reach forth into the sky in defiance and glory."
For a long moment, the air stood still about him, before being split by a thunderous crack and the earth and stone awoke, thundering its way skyward.
Grasping a handful of dirt, he floated skyward over the mountains away from the now lapping water and gazed down on the mountains. Nodding, he scattered the dirt into the wind, great trees growing where each particle landed.
Revealing his left arm, he reached out with his right, clawing forth a great gout of blood to rain down, bringing forth and abundance of life. Covering his arm once more, Marcus waited and rested, holding his injured arm close to his side.
2 AP - Command Land - Form a great mountain chain on the western shore 1 AP - Nourish Land - A redwood forest grows on and around the immediate vicinity of the new mountain range. 3 AP - Nourish Land - Life flourishes in the area, ranging from squirrells and small plants to wolves and even birds spread throughout the forest despite the now raging winter.
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Scorch tried not to scream at the tight grip that the Ice God had on his hand. The pain was excruciating, but he was traveling significantly faster than he would have otherwise, so he gritted his teeth and tried to bear with it, but it was difficult.
With a shove of cold air, Scorch flew forwards and out of the godcrater, one arm hanging limp and black at his side, not reigniting despite his best efforts. Cursing, he began heading back towards where he had last seen his people, hoping that they hadn't gone too far.
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Story: Thought didn't do it
Artun, newly born into the world, begins to insinuate himself within the workings of the other Gods, driven onwards by a hidden Master. He approaches several other Gods in the Crown, and each finds him beautiful. Sa suggests that Artun might desire beings to worship him utterly, and Artun, with Sa's help, creates vain humanity to do so. It is soon after that Urru is born, fast as light itself. Together, he and Agni are able to reveal the true nature of Artun: Each being that looks upon Artun sees what they themselves find most beautiful.
Elsewhere, Marcus approaches Leaf and attempts to lay claim to the Sword of Zebus. However, Leaf insists that it is Pruinus who is the rightful owner of the sword, and together, they travel to her home to meet her. Pruinus, however, is not presently there, having met remnants of the First who call themselves the Primal Spirits. After befriending them, she returns to find Leaf and Marcus waiting for her. Pruinus accepts the sword of Zebus, and refuses to give the blade to Marcus until the God proves himself worthy to carry it. As Leaf leaves, Zebus himself speaks from the blade.
Great changes then wrack the world: To the south, Thereus raises a great mountain range, riddled with caves. To the west, Marcus, stung by the rejection of Pruinus, raises up mountains and a forest. And Leaf, God of Nature, creates distinctive ecosystems along three of the four cardinal directions from the Crown: Arctic to the North, Savannah to the East and Plains to the south. Only the west remains (partially) barren. And overhead, the greatest mystery of all, as an unseen force splits the sun into seven smaller orbs.
In the Crown, the Gods are troubled. They all observe the sun being split, and Onus reports the creation of the mountain range to the south. Artun, thinking quickly, is able to divide up the Gods, sending each in different directions, and is able to isolate Agni, leading him to a cave where, unbeknownst to the fire God, the master of Artun has metamorphosed into a dark cave. Upon entering the cave, Agni is trapped.
Pruinus, taking her leave of Marcus, travels south and runs into Leaf. She decides to introduce him to the Primal Spirits as well before traveling further south and discovering the GodCrater. Azgo, the Lord of Pain, has been preparing his Craterspawn to attack and overwhelm the creations of those he considers his kin, whom he terms 'Firstborn.' He has even stumbled upon Thereus, and, after convincing him that his father is a captive of Leaf, is given a suit of armor by Thereus.
Pruinus and Azgo begin to fight, giving an opportunity for a wayward Agni'Vohda to escape and flee back in the direction of the Eternal Volcano, created by Agni as a home for the Agni'Vohda.
As Agni is trapped, a god of Darkness is born, and fire everywhere begins to dim and fade, including the Sun itself. As the World grows cold, Sa captures one of the seven smaller suns and raises a series of earthmotes from the Crown to a space near enough for the sun to provide light and heat in its weakened state. Unfortunately, the humans 'saved' in this manner are not well-suited to living that far above ground in small house-sized floating islands.
Finally, feeling remorse, Artun flees the dark cave and goes to seek out help to save Agni.
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The sword strengthened by Zebus's presence picks up on the final piece of its puzzle: Death. As the sword swings in Pruinus's arms, only frozen shadows and death follow in its wake.
As Pruinus raised the blade against Azgo, this is part of what Zebus has been waiting for: open combat!
Almost as if on its own, tendrils of shadow and death lashed out of the sword right at Azgo, lacerating the other gods skin. Everywhere the tendrils touched death followed and so did a touch of frost. The tendrils retreating, the sword seemed eager to clash with this other god. The energies between the three gods start to clash.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
As Ombra spoke with TASOE, he beheld the place around him. It was all very dark; pitch black, with deeper shadows being cast by things he couldn't see. Only...now he could see them.
The passageway he was looking through at TASOE was the shadow being cast by the god-prison. Every place that there was darkness and myatery in the world, there was a connection to the realm in which Umbra dwelled. He realized where he was. The shadow of the world. The repurcussions of existence. He had been born here without even knowing it.
Create Plane (5 AP): The Shadow. This realm is literally the shadow cast by the universe. It is accessible in very dark and lonely places throughout the universe. People can enter the Shadow from any plane, and vice versa, if they know the proper rituals, if Umbra transports them, or - on occasion - completely by accident. In order to make a plane inaccessible to the Shadow, the god creating it must spend one extra AP. Populate Beasts (2 AP): Shadows. The Shadow is inhabited by weak, nearly intangible shadow creatures. Umbra will later shape some of them into more specific and intelligent creatures. 0 AP remaining
For the first time in creation, the wrath of the gods themselves were poured out onto each other with nothing but the intention of destruction guiding their hands. The humans had warred many times before, but they knew nothing of power laid bare, nor the delicate touch of godflesh and divine steels. They would have been awed. They would have been horified.
Pruinus hefted the Reaping Sword into the smoky air, and let her momentum bring the blade crashing down. Azazel/Go'El held his gauntleted fists in a cross and caught the force of the blade, splitting the ground beneath him. The gauntlets were scarred, but held true. Shadowy tentacles lashed out from the blade and drove themselves through the armor chinks. Patches of frostbitten and dead flesh fell out, and were followed by thick blood. The sword seemed to have a life all its own.
Under the weight of the sword, Azazel/Go'El spoke with hate-twisted conviction.
"WHY DID YOU BETRAY ME?! Was it scorn? Was it greed? Jealosy?! The First gave me a place! And you would not let me have it?! You are right! You wanted me dead, but I will reclaim what is mine, Firstborn betrayer!"
Then Azazel/Go'El went on the offensive. His arms swung swiftly and with force, hoping to divert her attention to too many places at once. But freezing buffeting winds drove most of his blows off. The most he able to do was to batter her, rather than injure her.
"Do you regret, Pruinus?" he challenged with mouthfuls of blood. "Then destroy what you have made! Destroy Agni! Destoy Leaf! And then destroy yourself! Your crimes are unforgivable."
The edges of his form began to discorperate into noxious fumes that blended into the violent tempest winds. The boiling groundwater began to surge and swirl along her footsteps, slowing her down. But it was not long after each step that the water froze and she moved effortlessly through. Both sides landed a flurry of blows, and refused to give in to the other's will.
The battle continued.
He said to me: "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. -Revelation 21:6
When the cave responded to Umbra, it was as if its voice came from every speck of miasma.
"The other is of no concern. He was a distraction, nothing more. But you..."
The cocoon of ooze around Agni grew thicker, shielding his divine spark from prying gods. Yet, Umbra was close enough to detect something else. That the divine spark was being pulled from the fallen god, and absorbed into the cavern.
"There are those that would release this hateful being of fire and light. Even now I can sense that they are searching for him. Go, cover the world in darkness, cloud their vision with smoke and shadow."
Non-AP: TASOE actively attempts to shield Agni's presence from others.
~Leaf's Forest~
Pruinus? Artun thought to himself. He hadn't heard the name before, but it was clearly a name. Not a title like Agni had given him. Did this tiny god see another god when he looked at Artun? Who was this Pruinus, that this god would find her the most beautiful of all?
That could be very useful. This god might already trust this "Pruinus," and if things went ill, he'd blame her, not Artun. But, the god of vanity realized, there was a problem. His voice.
But he was beautiful. Perfectly beautiful. Shouldn't his voice be likewise?
Artun put all his effort into his natural powers as he spoke. His voice didn't sound any different to him, but from the other god's reaction, it seemed it had worked. The little god must have heard Pruinus' voice when Artun spoke.
"I... uh..." Hopefully, this Pruinus god wasn't a very good public speaker. "The FlameLord has been captured. I... do not know what did it. But, I can show you the way. Will you help free him?"
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