RobotRobotI
First Post
Moss feels in every plant, in all vegetation. Moss is the life of every living planet, and he is too the shapeless mass that floats beyond the light of the suns.
The first of the animals displeased Moss, but he would not yet strike against his new foe. It is said that the people of Prime might adapt to any situation. Until now, it was not put to the test.
But then something happened, and it greatly angered Moss. Sentients were welcomed to the planet, but they were not his own children. He felt that, perhaps, the other deities were claiming the Life of the planets, Gift and the Children, for their own. But he thought for a long time, and he concluded something.
The humans, children to the Watchers, would hunt the fleshy creatures. And so Moss decreed:
THE HUMANS WILL BE MADE FRIEND TO THE TREE
THEY WILL BE HARBORED AMONGST US
THE GREAT AND TALL, AND THE INFINITELY SMALL
WE WILL MAKE THEM OUR GUESTS
WE WILL GIVE THEM SHELTER
WE WILL GIVE THEM WATER
WE WILL GIVE THEM LIFE
AND THEY SHALL DO FOR US
ONE THING AND ONE THING ALONE
THEY SHALL KILL THE FLESHY CREATURES BIRTHED UPON MY LANDS
IT IS UPON THESE, AND ONLY THESE, THAT THEY SHALL FEAST.
With Moss's words, the trees grew, they listened, they knew his Word to be the truth.
A tree shook over Avian and her Mentor, and it's voice was deep and rumbling. "You are welcome, Mortal, into our lands. Know that you and your childer shall find shelter, water, life and love amongst the Plantae. Know that you shall forever feed on the fleshy monsters, a gift of the very Deity you follow. You shall never bring harm to one of the Plantae, and you shall live, as shall your progeny, is safety forever."
There is a long silence in the woods, before, from a clearing far past the edge of the giant forest that is the Inhabited Land of Prime, which, by now, covers nearly three-fourths of the world, a tree approaches. It glides across the vegetated land, and the plantae that meet it wither and die. It reached the mentor and student, and, in a voice like crunching leaves, speaks:
"If you ever deny that which is Moss's will, know this : You shall be slain. You shall be killed, and all of your childer shall be killed. Know that Moss is all-powerful, he is the Overgod of Prime, he is the Lord of Life and all the worlds that touch it. Know that he speaks through us, through me, even in death. Your kind shall not know a peaceful passing if you ignore our word."
The rotting, decayed tree would fall after it's speech, and in a moment, which was perhaps less than a second, it was returned the very earth. That which had fallen before were replaced anew by pulsing vegetation.
In a single, unanimous voice, soft as a maiden's whisper and yet loud as a falling forest, a single word was uttered by the forest as a whole.
WELCOME
The first of the animals displeased Moss, but he would not yet strike against his new foe. It is said that the people of Prime might adapt to any situation. Until now, it was not put to the test.
But then something happened, and it greatly angered Moss. Sentients were welcomed to the planet, but they were not his own children. He felt that, perhaps, the other deities were claiming the Life of the planets, Gift and the Children, for their own. But he thought for a long time, and he concluded something.
The humans, children to the Watchers, would hunt the fleshy creatures. And so Moss decreed:
THE HUMANS WILL BE MADE FRIEND TO THE TREE
THEY WILL BE HARBORED AMONGST US
THE GREAT AND TALL, AND THE INFINITELY SMALL
WE WILL MAKE THEM OUR GUESTS
WE WILL GIVE THEM SHELTER
WE WILL GIVE THEM WATER
WE WILL GIVE THEM LIFE
AND THEY SHALL DO FOR US
ONE THING AND ONE THING ALONE
THEY SHALL KILL THE FLESHY CREATURES BIRTHED UPON MY LANDS
IT IS UPON THESE, AND ONLY THESE, THAT THEY SHALL FEAST.
With Moss's words, the trees grew, they listened, they knew his Word to be the truth.
A tree shook over Avian and her Mentor, and it's voice was deep and rumbling. "You are welcome, Mortal, into our lands. Know that you and your childer shall find shelter, water, life and love amongst the Plantae. Know that you shall forever feed on the fleshy monsters, a gift of the very Deity you follow. You shall never bring harm to one of the Plantae, and you shall live, as shall your progeny, is safety forever."
There is a long silence in the woods, before, from a clearing far past the edge of the giant forest that is the Inhabited Land of Prime, which, by now, covers nearly three-fourths of the world, a tree approaches. It glides across the vegetated land, and the plantae that meet it wither and die. It reached the mentor and student, and, in a voice like crunching leaves, speaks:
"If you ever deny that which is Moss's will, know this : You shall be slain. You shall be killed, and all of your childer shall be killed. Know that Moss is all-powerful, he is the Overgod of Prime, he is the Lord of Life and all the worlds that touch it. Know that he speaks through us, through me, even in death. Your kind shall not know a peaceful passing if you ignore our word."
The rotting, decayed tree would fall after it's speech, and in a moment, which was perhaps less than a second, it was returned the very earth. That which had fallen before were replaced anew by pulsing vegetation.
In a single, unanimous voice, soft as a maiden's whisper and yet loud as a falling forest, a single word was uttered by the forest as a whole.
WELCOME