The Grey Mist

[Theroc]

"Sirion. My world was on in which my Gods did not walk in the flesh. I crawled atop the corpses of my violence in order to stand tall and stand for what I believe. And I WILL NOT bind myself in any permanent fashion. I do not intend to destroy this world and it's inhabitants nor enslave them. Requiring that I bind my hand and submit myself to the rules and desires of another is simply bowing my head and staying beneath the corpses of my enemies to suffocate and rot! If I am indeed a Divine being now, LET ME BE MYSELF and not some puppet creator!"

Torath stated simply. "I appreciate your desire to safeguard our creations from oppression... but my very essence strains against being oppressed by such things... and I would be teaching my own people to fight against that to which you wish to bind me! Thus far you continually attempt to bind us to covenants and rules that place us at the unrestrained whim of someone who cannot even fathom the ramifications of their whims! What if our world is attacked by beings from another plane whilst we were in exile? Surely we'd return to a slaughter being bound to your suffocating code!"

The man growled, flexing himself briefly as he observed the others already growing weary, Sirion seeming to clearly refuse to compromise on this. He sighs slightly, anxious to begin teaching and training his warriors.

 

[GlassEye]

Ubariya is vexed. "Your persistence in attempting to bind the other deities beyond the oaths they have already taken is winning you no allies, Sirion." Her gaze follows as the other two goddesses stalk off and she speaks quietly to Sirion. "And may be making allies where I would have thought it impossible. If that was your purpose then you've succeeded quite well, I think."

Loudly, to all the deities she then speaks, "Since Sirion has made no small request, I put it to all the deities gathered to decide. If the majority agree with his 'book of laws' then we put the process into action; if the majority disagree then we think on it no more. Then let us make sure we have the framework of the world as we wish it, and call the Forger to make our world.

"I say 'NO'. The oaths we have already made here are enough. Since Heliasillyel, Lavaria, and Torath have all already stated their refusal, this is the fourth vote of seven possible in opposition. It is done!"

 

[Sunking]

”I see now clearly I’m not wanted here, but know this I will give your world a gift before leaving” Sirion looks at each of the gathered gods one by one “You fear the mortals and only want servants and slaves, plaything that must dance to your music” looking Heliasillyel in the eyes “This is not a true world but a board for your chess pieces” ending his round looking at Torath “let this be known as Sirions Gift, my parting curse fore your creation

Your Civilations will never last
Your Kingdoms will fall apart
Your Cities will crumble
Your people will turn from you
The knowledge of this world will be tainted by lies and madness

Maybe next time you will have learned about equality between gods and mortal rites”

With those words Sirion turns to mist and disappears.

 

[Theroc]

In response to Sirion, Torath simply frowned. "You ask me to in essence enslave myself to my own creation, and then curse me when I refuse. To the Abyss with you, I say! What gall have you to force yourself on us and curse us when we do not lie down and enslave ourselves to such beings that hold no power over us!? If we are divine then we have attained that which our creations have not, and should not be forced to submit to THEIR whims. Your curse is feeble and shows you are upset that WE are not dancing to YOUR tune and allowing mortals to make us dance to theirs!"

Torath growled, looking at the god before he vanished. "And let all that you touch feel the gift of chaos, uncertainty, and the grip of war! Let it be known as Raging Dragon's Promise!"

 

[Frozen Messiah]

"So wait...he is gone...that means...I win," Duretep whispers to himself as his smile slowly curls larger and larger "I WON, I WON, I WON, HAAAH HAAH HAH." Duretep begins to yell once Sirion disappears into the fog and dancing around insanely. Tunbuntbur than begins to speak to The Lost Prophet, "My lord, could you please gain a slight amount of semblance..." Zhubkim picks up where Tunbuntbur left off, "...your actions allow insight to those around you into how to defeat you." Duretep quickly brings both of his hands to his side and stands up straight "You speak true of these things and I am glad again that you are by my side for counsel." Duretep then becomes very caml and focused. "There is far to much to be done for us to mourn the leaving of the thorn named Sirion. Don't worry about that curse, the creatures of law have little idea of the flexibility that can come without rules, I mean not insult to you Weaver Uncaring and Young Dragon" Duretep says still with a smile as he picks up the plate that Sirion was using to build the world, "So let's get down to buissness, shall we?"

 

[GlassEye]

Ubariya stares after Sirion with dismay. Why must you be so brittle, Brother?" she quietly asks into the grey mist where the Lord of Civilization vanished. "I would have supported you in time; that time just could not be now." She sighs and turns back to the rest of the group to hear the last of Torath's proclamation and Duretep's exultation.

She snorts in something approximating humor. "The law is more flexible than you all care to believe. But enough of that. I agree, Duretep. Let us continue this so that the Forger can come and make our new world! I grow weary of waiting."

Ubariya looks at the illusion that Duretep has spun from the grey mist. "I see nothing else amiss. Is anything missing that was requested?" She smiles at the god of madness. "Has any new, unwanted thing been added? No? Then let us call the Forger!"

 

[Frozen Messiah]

Ubariya stares after Sirion with dismay. Why must you be so brittle, Brother?" she quietly asks into the grey mist where the Lord of Civilization vanished. "I would have supported you in time; that time just could not be now." She sighs and turns back to the rest of the group to hear the last of Torath's proclamation and Duretep's exultation.

She snorts in something approximating humor. "The law is more flexible than you all care to believe. But enough of that. I agree, Duretep. Let us continue this so that the Forger can come and make our new world! I grow weary of waiting."

Ubariya looks at the illusion that Duretep has spun from the grey mist. "I see nothing else amiss. Is anything missing that was requested?" She smiles at the god of madness. "Has any new, unwanted thing been added? No? Then let us call the Forger!"

"There is something missing...I know it isn't there...what is it..uh,um,uh...oh, people. Our seperate populations that will make the choices that will shape the world. This is what is needed because without them all we have is a place to walk around, and that Weaver Uncaring is what is missing." Duretep says as his mind begins to wander about the possibilities of what he was going to create for creatures who will flow out from the Metropolis Lucid and make a mark on the world, but which mark it will be is the major idea on his mind.

 

[GlassEye]

Ubariya laughs. "Missing? Look closer; in the shadows. There are my people. I was wondering if you all would forget to place mortals of all things! For that reason I kept my people hidden. What a coup that would have been! Even fractured your mind serves you well, Duretep." She bows to the Lord of Madness and it is clear she didn't mind being bested in this. (After all, it would be so much more fun with playthings provided by the other gods, too.)

 

[Frozen Messiah]

Ubariya laughs. "Missing? Look closer; in the shadows. There are my people. I was wondering if you all would forget to place mortals of all things! For that reason I kept my people hidden. What a coup that would have been! Even fractured your mind serves you well, Duretep." She bows to the Lord of Madness and it is clear she didn't mind being bested in this. (After all, it would be so much more fun with playthings provided by the other gods, too.)

"Thank you lady," Duretep says like a happy child "but I do have some friends too they are just coming to my home, they aren't real yet but they are in my town. They are waiting for me... to give them bodies. I also have some new things to make...creepy things."

 

[Voda Vosa]

The one and the many had been silent all the time. The arguing of giving the mortals of the respective deities the power to slay them was not of their interest. The one and the many was their own followers, there was no way for them to slay themselves.
The organization provided by the sun goddess was not of their liking either, nor they agree not to trespass any frontier, such things meant little to the spawner of life.
The orb remained floating in it's spot, announcing "We suggest that each of you spawn little of your people over the world. we need time to grow and multiply in order to provide your siblings with food, shelter and other things they'll need to satisfy their needs."