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<blockquote data-quote="BSF" data-source="post: 2441748" data-attributes="member: 13098"><p>A featureless plane devoid of air, light, sound, life or substance. It existed in pure form. Nothing more than potential. Raw, unformed energy. Thus it was as The Builder found it. </p><p></p><p>But now, The Builder worked his trade. Mountains, nice and orderly came to be at his behest, framing the plane's border. A trickle of water among the high places, traipsing ever downwards. Merging, from time to time, with another. A trickel becomes a brook, then a perfect waterfall into a perfectly round pool which then forms into a river that rushes toward the crisp edge of the sea. A wind blows and ruffles the Builder's hair. He laughs with joy at the land before him. Shaped from potential, it is now on the path toward fulfillment. </p><p></p><p>It is time to tell the others. Tholnar fades through a portal overlooking the perfect sea.</p><p></p><p>Sometime later, eons perhaps, a blinding light penetrates this adumbrate realm. Warmth floods across the plane and light, for the first time, is brought to it. Tholnar and Belmay both watch the first steam rise from the water. They both feel the first chill breeze. With a gesture, the Lady of Light calls forth a golden orb. She wreathes it in flame then sets it free to wander the heavens. She briefly considers calling forth one of her servants to steer the orb, but she decides against it. She Knows, as does Tholnar, that this realm is unfinished. With sure Knowledge, these two beings confer. Yes, this realm will be used for a special purpose. Even if they do not yet understand that purpose, they recognize that this realm will one day be important. For the time being, they refrain from adding additional touches. They refrain from drawing any more attention to this place than they must. The orb floats free and shadows pass the mountains for the first time. Tholanr and Belmay leave through the portal once again. The Elder shall arrive next, but he requires no greeting.</p><p></p><p>Shadows pass; clouds form; rain falls. With a burst of laughter, a presence makes itself know. The second laughter this realm has heard. The Elder has arrived and grass moves outward like a wave. Lune looks about the land. He can sense the possibility of life here and it pleases him. Tholnar and Belmay are both correct in what this place might become. But it needs some change first. The mountains are too perfect, as are the pools, streams and sea. He could shape the necessary changes himself, but even then it would be too precisely planned. No, he knows a better option. He merely needs to choose which to invite. Wit a sweep of his arm, a new portal is opened and a woman steps forth. She looks with distaste at the neat, orderly realm before her. Lune explains why it must be changed. With a grin, Evelyn sets to work. There is no plan or pattern. The edge of the sea is broken. Gone is the crips shoreline. Hundreds of variations are formed. Sand bars shift beneath the water, mountain peaks are crumbled, streams meander and Evelyn shouts with joy at the individuality of each creation. Tholnar would feel some consternation, but Evelyn didn't care and Lune would point out the reasons why this must happen. </p><p></p><p>As Evelyn finished her work, Lune began his in earnest. A variety of grasses spread out from the coast. Fens grew up around the estuary of the river. A forest at the base of the mountains, climbing upwards with different trees. The seeds of life sprout forth. The breath of life is carried on the wind, over the grasses and through the trees. But Lune stops short of forcing creatures to exist here. He leaves the potential for such creatures unguided. They will come to be, or not, driven by the realm itself. Evelyn and Lune dance beneath the clouds, appreciating the singular beauty of that moment. Then they depart.</p><p></p><p>Time marches onward. In other places. a great war develops. Pter, in all his glory and fury chases foul beasts across the multiverse. The gods take a respite in this realm. Their similarities hold them together as Tholnar glowers at Evelyn and Lune privately laughs at his little jokes. Pter stands, his wrothful gaze penetrating the shadows of the mountains. Evil cowers there. With a command, Pter's servants burst forth, closely followed by Evelyn's. The chase is brutal, Evil finds no sanctuary here and the gods finally come together to do what they must. The realm is ensorcelled with Goodness. Protective barriers are formed that drive off those with ill will. Pter endeavors to guard this realm from the encroachment of evil. But the rest dissuade him. </p><p></p><p>This place must be forgotten, for a time. Tholnar and Belmay prophecy that one day it will be remembered, when the time is right. Pter likes this little, but in the end he agrees that the blessings of the gods will suffice. Until this realm is needed again.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BSF, post: 2441748, member: 13098"] A featureless plane devoid of air, light, sound, life or substance. It existed in pure form. Nothing more than potential. Raw, unformed energy. Thus it was as The Builder found it. But now, The Builder worked his trade. Mountains, nice and orderly came to be at his behest, framing the plane's border. A trickle of water among the high places, traipsing ever downwards. Merging, from time to time, with another. A trickel becomes a brook, then a perfect waterfall into a perfectly round pool which then forms into a river that rushes toward the crisp edge of the sea. A wind blows and ruffles the Builder's hair. He laughs with joy at the land before him. Shaped from potential, it is now on the path toward fulfillment. It is time to tell the others. Tholnar fades through a portal overlooking the perfect sea. Sometime later, eons perhaps, a blinding light penetrates this adumbrate realm. Warmth floods across the plane and light, for the first time, is brought to it. Tholnar and Belmay both watch the first steam rise from the water. They both feel the first chill breeze. With a gesture, the Lady of Light calls forth a golden orb. She wreathes it in flame then sets it free to wander the heavens. She briefly considers calling forth one of her servants to steer the orb, but she decides against it. She Knows, as does Tholnar, that this realm is unfinished. With sure Knowledge, these two beings confer. Yes, this realm will be used for a special purpose. Even if they do not yet understand that purpose, they recognize that this realm will one day be important. For the time being, they refrain from adding additional touches. They refrain from drawing any more attention to this place than they must. The orb floats free and shadows pass the mountains for the first time. Tholanr and Belmay leave through the portal once again. The Elder shall arrive next, but he requires no greeting. Shadows pass; clouds form; rain falls. With a burst of laughter, a presence makes itself know. The second laughter this realm has heard. The Elder has arrived and grass moves outward like a wave. Lune looks about the land. He can sense the possibility of life here and it pleases him. Tholnar and Belmay are both correct in what this place might become. But it needs some change first. The mountains are too perfect, as are the pools, streams and sea. He could shape the necessary changes himself, but even then it would be too precisely planned. No, he knows a better option. He merely needs to choose which to invite. Wit a sweep of his arm, a new portal is opened and a woman steps forth. She looks with distaste at the neat, orderly realm before her. Lune explains why it must be changed. With a grin, Evelyn sets to work. There is no plan or pattern. The edge of the sea is broken. Gone is the crips shoreline. Hundreds of variations are formed. Sand bars shift beneath the water, mountain peaks are crumbled, streams meander and Evelyn shouts with joy at the individuality of each creation. Tholnar would feel some consternation, but Evelyn didn't care and Lune would point out the reasons why this must happen. As Evelyn finished her work, Lune began his in earnest. A variety of grasses spread out from the coast. Fens grew up around the estuary of the river. A forest at the base of the mountains, climbing upwards with different trees. The seeds of life sprout forth. The breath of life is carried on the wind, over the grasses and through the trees. But Lune stops short of forcing creatures to exist here. He leaves the potential for such creatures unguided. They will come to be, or not, driven by the realm itself. Evelyn and Lune dance beneath the clouds, appreciating the singular beauty of that moment. Then they depart. Time marches onward. In other places. a great war develops. Pter, in all his glory and fury chases foul beasts across the multiverse. The gods take a respite in this realm. Their similarities hold them together as Tholnar glowers at Evelyn and Lune privately laughs at his little jokes. Pter stands, his wrothful gaze penetrating the shadows of the mountains. Evil cowers there. With a command, Pter's servants burst forth, closely followed by Evelyn's. The chase is brutal, Evil finds no sanctuary here and the gods finally come together to do what they must. The realm is ensorcelled with Goodness. Protective barriers are formed that drive off those with ill will. Pter endeavors to guard this realm from the encroachment of evil. But the rest dissuade him. This place must be forgotten, for a time. Tholnar and Belmay prophecy that one day it will be remembered, when the time is right. Pter likes this little, but in the end he agrees that the blessings of the gods will suffice. Until this realm is needed again. [/QUOTE]
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