The Grey Mist

[Myth and Legend]

Heliasillyel observed Ubariya's sacrifice for the new world with a surprised face. The Sun Goddess resumed her moral form and carefully took the gift presented to her, and raised her golden eyed stare at the still bleeding Goddess. "I am sorry to have made you suffer so, even if pain is trivial to us as Gods. To show my appreciation for your gift and selfless act, I will dedicate the first song of this world to you."

With that, the Sun Goddess began singing with a high, smooth voice, that resembled the ringing of silver bells mixed with raindrops falling on crystal. She sang of love, sorrow, birth and death, she sang of shadow and light and of the weaver's wheel. She sang of eternity and mortality, of youth and old age, she sang until the words brimmed with emotion. This was the first song, and it was created in the Weaver's name.

[sblock]Perform: Sing 1d20+38=43[/sblock]

 

[Rathan]

"Fine if we all are in a giving mood then I shall shower our world and beyond in fire to give life and substance to your light Heliasillyel. May I suggest you offer the dark one shade in your realm of light in case he'd like to visit, he was in fact kind enough to offer you an eye into his realm sun goddess? I will give you my life sustaining heat deep under the shambling ones rock, giving the rock freedom to move above my realm. All I ask is vented access to the world above to keep an eye on my minions and fissures for view into your strange world above my flames. I will keep my palace of pure flame hidden deep within the world so your peoples will not fear it and burn from it. But know this my... 'friends', those who step into my realm uninvited are in for an eternity of burning torment. Once you enter my fiery domain there will be NOT return unless I myself grant your leave. I do hope this is agreeable to everyone?" Lavaria states as she adds her little gifts and words of warning to the gathering of presents.

 

[GlassEye]

Ubariya starts to discount the pain and the wound when Heliasillyel begins to sing. She stands and listens as the Shining One proves her skill in song honoring Ubariya. By the end of it, Ubariya's eyes brim with tears and her face shows a mix of gratitude and... guilt? "Thank you, Sister," she quietly says.

Whatever the others glimpse in that moment Ubariya turns to listen to Lavaria and the cold emotionless Weaver is again present. "Whenever a creature or thing stands between Heliasillyel and myself, even as they face the Smiling Maiden and embrace her light, there will be a shadow that points towards me. No matter how miniscule, it is enough for me and I need no further gift of shade." Ubariya laughs. "Besides, I am not such a beauty that the Shining One would want my presence in her realm often or for long. Now, as for your gifts and conditions, Lavaria; I accept your terms." She graces the goddess of the fires of the earth with a humorless smile. "And I was beginning to wonder if you would allow yourself to be maneuvered into an earthen cage of the One and Many's crafting. It pleases me to find that you are not so easily trapped."

 

[Sunking]

Sirion takes some of the mist in each of his hands and forms it into echo of what been requested of the new world
[sblock=Echo of the mist]

shook her head softly as she looked over the rest of the ones here assembled... "None here are really my type to be honest" she said with a bit of a smirk.

"I'm not here to procreate, I'm here to create a little piece of my plane here so I may live in peace... happy and content in a churning wasteland of fire and lava...." Lavaria added with a small smile of innocence...

"I birth life and I extinguish it, Heliasillyel, yet that is not the whole of the Weaver. Have you never considered what heights or depths those soul-eggs of yours might achieve if allowed to continue their journey without being collected into the confines of your realm? Or do you perhaps fear to allow that?" Ubariya changes the subject with a slight tilting of her head. "Do you seek to make alliance? Is not the Lady of Lava woman, too? You, Heliasillyel, and Lavaria are two sides of the same hand. Should I kiss the palm and spurn its back?"

Ubariya laughs, though not unkindly, when Sirion takes her hand and kisses it. She even seems somewhat pleased by it. "The future will be, at the least, interesting."

Ubariya sobers when Duretep joins her. "I am more than Death, my lord Duretep. Are you more than Madness?" She lets the question hang a moment before answering the question Duretep has asked her concerning her reasons for leaving the Black Chasm. "The soul-eggs of my realm are... constrained. The strands of their lives are weakened. They need challenges to grow that the Black Chasm cannot provide. I hope they find it in this new world. Though I don't think I can wait 12 aeons to birth them."

After Chrextes and the One and the Many have their say Ubariya thinks over Chrextes' questions. "I require mortal forms for my soul-eggs to be born into and challenges to encourage their growth. And a place of broken mountains, tall and perilous but riddled with caverns, where those devoted to me can walk knowing that I am only a step away from them." She stills, waiting to hear what the others have to suggest.

"Fire is nothing if it has no substance to heat. We offer you Earth and Rock, for you to molt and shape, as we also rule over the soil and the rock, the ground and the bottom sediments. We draw our life from it as well as from the rays of light, and it is true that you are made of the mere essence of fire, but again, you are true to state you are too hot for us." replies the hive-minded deity. "After your part is done, we will claim the surface and the cooled lanes of earth, and shape the soil and the gentle hills, the rivers and the lakes, and there we shall strive, for eternity, and all those who live from us, will do as well."

Duretep comes out of his trance as if a jolt of energy coursed through his spine. He floats over to the pendulum and turns his head to the side as he looks at the construct and curls up slightly as if afraid of it.

"Could I please have a city, a city with a castle? Can this city be filled with many wonderful things? Like the things from dreams" Duretep askes in the voice of an innocent child "Maybe, maybe, maybe it could be a city of dreams where people could come and in and live a dream and dream things can be real, could you do it, could you do it, pleeeeeeeeeease. That is what I would like sir, thank you for listening." Duretep pleads with the mechanical god as he holds his kurkris close to his chest as a child would hold a teddy bear, "That is what I would like sir,I don't know if I am done but thank you for listening."
Duretep then turns around and watches the One and the Many. As he watches he regains his usual mad composure and studies the One and the Many, confusion and anger course across his face. "Where is the flaw, there is no flaw, he is everything in the world and he speaks true when he says that. It has to be there, what do you think?" Duretep mutters to himslef as he stares at the One and the Many as he pulls both of his daggers up to his ears. "My Lord, he is everything this is true but the fact that he is everything is his weakness..." Zhubkim says in a whispered tone that is only heard by Duretep, "He will either grow protective of his children or grow complacent with his place in the world..." Tunbuntbur continues in a deep rumbling tone exactly where Zhubkim had finished, "All you must be is patient, something that you are capable of." That brings a smile to Durtep's face and many plans to fly through his head.

Heliasillyel nodded - nothing was meant to be taken seriously but this was indeed taking too long. The Forger was a moody being to be sure, the Sun Goddess though it best not to keep him waiting too long.

"Well then, I want the world to be beautuiful, lush and bountiful. I want meadows and forests, streams and lakes, quiet desert dunes and dense jungles. Golden fields of wheat, ripe orchards and heavy vines, brimming with juice. I want the freshness of Spring, the warmth of Summer and the bounty of Autumn. I care about the face of the world - that, which will bask in my light, and would like my own domain high in a mountain plateau, where my followers will found their first city, once they arrive. And i want butterflies."

Heliasillyel spoke and waved her hands, projecting an image above her head of the pictures she was describing.

Ubariya laughs when Heliasillyel makes her oath.

"Truly, Sister? The light of your sun will only shine on lands you claim? Let me make a counter proposal, if you will. Between us, let us divide the world in two. You take half and bathe it in your light, and I take half to shroud in darkness. After a period of time, we relinquish our half to the other." Ubariya smiles. "In this you fulfill your duty to bring new beginnings to lands touched by darkness and also have opportunity to renew them. And, so that you are not totally powerless during the Shifting Realm of Night I offer you an eye with which you can pierce the darkness even from your blazing palace. In return, though, I would request that mortals and objects standing between us reach out towards me with a shadow of their substance."

Chrextes listens to the godlings staking their claim to their realms in the future world with interest.

Dream realm, lava realm, sun realm, realm of darkness and a realm of plants? So be it! But how shall we integrate them together?

Mayhaps a ball of primordial molten stone covered with a skin of cool earth and life? Or Darkness and light reigning over different parts of the surface at different times? Chrextes asks rhetorically before volunteering his desires.

My requirement for the world is that it must have change as well as cycles of various levels and various predictibilities. I wish that objects in the sky should change in predictable patterns of various time-scales, but I also desire less regular cycles. The earth should shake and the water shall fall from the sky at irregular intervals!

In return, I will give direction to the world and ensure that periodicities and cycles function as they should. Indeed, I propose these cycles as the integrating function to some of your realms as parts of the into the world as a whole.

Watch! the time lord exclaims as the front of the clock opens revealing a complex mechanism of interlocking wheels, levers and chains. See how everything integrates together to make a single whole? Well that is what I offer for this new world! But worry not, there will not be full predictability. As if to confirm his words, the internal structure of the clock's mechanism changes, with the components becoming less than perfect. Suddenly, the wheels sometimes skip a turn, levers don't always click perfectly and the clock sometimes skips a beat and at other times goes slightly faster to illustrate the point.

To make this especially salient, I would like to guarantee the pact between Ubariya and Heliasilylel about the periodicities of their realms, should they agree to it, of course.

Turning the face of the clock to Durentep, he adds:

Dreams can also be integrated seamlessly into the world through time. Perhaps the mind of sentient beings could spend a periodic portion of time in the realm of dreams.

He then assumes the form of an hourglass of considerable size and projects his voice from it: So? What say you?

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"So all have spoken and if no one disagrees this will be" Sirion takes more of the mist and forms a plate which is deep in the bottom he forms a realm of fire, heat and lava for Lavaria.
On the top of the plate he formed great mountains for Ubariya to chose a realm from.
The he forms water out of the mist and places it into great lakes and rivers both on top and also inside of the plate, all of this water slowly making its way down to realm of fire, were it is turned into mist and lifted up into the mountains thru great tubes so it can become rain and start the cycle again.
He then forms a layer of air and puts it over the plate and in the top he puts Heliasilylels symbol, as he lets it go it slowly begins to travel around the plate lighting it up half the time and when traveling under the plate darkness rules, then he forms a white orb in the image of Ubariya's death eye and puts it in a orbit opposite of the sun.
Then he shapes caverns and tunnels inside of the plate, places were there can be air but also that fire and lava can travel up to the top of the plate.
With that done he steps back looking at the illusion standing thinking for a moment, the he forms a little world besides the plate evenly divided into a realm of wonder, splendor and dreams and a dark side were nightmare, fear and madness rule.
Sirion states "this world outside the world is the realm of Durentep were all mortals must go when they sleep"

He then looks up at Durentep "my word of honor is given I will not enter your realm uninvited and know if you come to my realm with friendly intends it will never be closed to you or any of the gods"

Then he turns his attention back to the gathering:
"So is this what we want of our world, I know I haven't created anything for the one and many or for life Heliasilylel requested but there is room for it and The many stated that was all he needed"
Looking around on the gods present he then states his requirements of the new world "to fully let this world be free and have a chance of evolution of its own, I ask that we make it so that no god of a status of lesser and up can walk the world, this is so that when we have learned our world to crawl, walk, talk and other basis for evolution we let it stand on its own, let it learn from its mistake because its part of every parents job to let the child free at some time.
Not saying we cant help thru avatars, followers and omens.
But we can only fully in all our might and glory step in if at least two thirds of the gods agree and only for the specific situation we agree on.
this also requires of The one and many that the plants and life he creates is in his image but not part of him, that it is individuals and not a hive, his children not his clone"
Sirion pauses to let it all be thought over.
"If all can agree to all of this then only one thing needs be done before the Forger can be called and that is the naming of our new world, since it is a new beginning I suggest that the naming right is given to Heliasilylel"
Sirion then steps back and awaits the bickering and arguments about his own request.

 

[Myth and Legend]

Heliasillyel nodded with a smile, as she approached Ubariya and held her hand gently. "Indeed there will be shadow Sister, for the brightest light can only be appreciated if there are shades to produce contrast. I also owe you vision in my own domain, as you have already produced a window to your own."

As Sirion spoke, the Elven Goddess nodded with agreement, and floated over his illusion to have a better view. When he spoke of the forbidding of gods to walk among the mortals, she frowned. "This is not to my liking. I have always been one with my worshipers, dancing and singing in their festivals, talking and laughing and listening to their words. I cannot distance myself for long, such is not my nature. I propose that we can each walk the world freely, but should we leave domains we must announce it to the others, here in the mist, or it will be treated as an act of subterfuge or aggression. - Heliasillyel paused and looked at the others, wandering what they really had in mind for this world. - That is not to say, that one may not choose to leave the world, as i have to shine over the earth, and Ubariya has to tend to her eggs, and all of us have duties of our own that require us to leave the mortal realm's direct touch. But should we choose to walk among our followers, we should have that power."

 

[Sunking]

"You can still send your thoughts or your avartar to dance with your followers and your followers can always come to you when needet.
But to fully create we must allow it to live free and not have us running around evry time we have a wim" Sirion looks like he knew his suggestion woulden't be well resived but also looks like he aien't gonna back down on this

OOC: as lesser gods we can take the salint divine ability: Avartar so it woulden't stop the fun.

 

[Myth and Legend]

Heliasillyel flicked her hand with annoyance and floated off, she really disliked the stubbornness and narrow mindedness of Lawful Deities. "The only difference between ourselves and an Avatar is power. But even an Avatar is more than any mortal can handle, and yet our own Avatars would be evenly matched between each other. So, what difference does that make for the world and it's inhabitants?"

 

[Sunking]

"If it makes no more difference to you then power why do you disagre.
Personaly I find the self to be much more than the proxy" Looking deep into the eyes of the sun godess

 

[Myth and Legend]

The Goddess of Light sighed and shook her head, displaying a very mortal like annoyance on her gorgeous, flawless face. "The difference is that I will not be able to spawn an Avatar until some time has passed and I have widened the link to my true self and subsequently regained a larger portion of my power. So until then i will be distanced and confined, and I do not enjoy confinement."

 

[Sunking]

"Im sorry my lady, I may have not haven been detalid anof my suggestion was that no god of a status of lesser and up can walk the world and at that time you should have more than anof power" With that he bows to the godess for his failing