God's playground IC thread

[Suicidal_Llama]

There is nothing, and there has never been anything. Then a tear in the great fabric of space opens, hurling through otherworldly objects of huge mass. In the after math of the explosion Xak'tsar the everwatchful emerges, having nearly escaped death in another universe. He has come to start over and as the first deity to arrive decides it is his responsibility to build a universe. Taking the huge shapeless masses he forms them into a ball; the first world. He calls it Cradle. And that was it, the world had oceans and continents plants animals, and the first intelligent life, elves. He had copied this idea from other universes because elves were known for their balance long lives and naturally good disposition. He hoped that they would help him maintain his world and he prayed that no evil gods should wander here with malicious intent.

 

[Nephtys]

But there was something, something in that darkness that was not alive yet still very much aware. Powerless and infinate she had drifted in the void of herself for aeons before time, for aeons before thought. And now her flesh was being torn asunder and she for the first time knew loss, and pain, and power. She gathered the essense of herself around that wound and begun to try to heal it.

ooc: Thef'chu Nefut (Lady of Finality), trying to undo the creation of the universe.

 

[Voidrazor]

Stirred by the clash of primal creation and destruction, an entity, ancient at the moment of its birth, awakens in the tear along the edge of space. Timelessly it spreads throughout the interstices of the universe, growing wherever reality is Not. It feels the pain of Thef'chu Nefut and breathes life into the dream of her ultimate victory over the peerless strength of Xak'tsar. This dream begins to take shape in a new creation, Time.

The entitiy, this dweller at the gate between reality and that which lays beyond, also grasps hungrily for the brightest star of unfolding yet now finite creation, the elves. In its touch the seeds of chaos are sewn.

OOC - The Dweller at the Gate, supporting Thef'chu Nefut's action to destroy the universe, but only at the end of time. Also attempts to cause elves to breed monsters rather than more elves when they mate.

 

[Wrahn]

In the primal chaos that exists between reality, where all things are possible, a ripple was felt. The passing of an entity between realities, an entity of great power. In the chaos curiosity stirred a sentience to existence, one which followed the entity.

It emerged into a new universe and it knew joy at something new. Soon it found the universe was static and hard, everything had a cause and effect, the world circled the sun as it always would. Grieving for the inhabitants, the entity called to it's parent, the primal chaos, and brought it closer to the world, pricking the fabric of the universe just enough to keep it true to the designer's vision, but to add a dynamic nature to the universe.

Joy came back to it and it went to the elves and showed them how to use the gift he had brought to the world. The elves called it "magic" and they called him Bea'ral the Changelord and they came to worship him as a god.

 

[magic_gathering2001]

Othar stumbles across the universe at the time of its conception. He sees its imminent demise and struggles against the impending void. He'd seen too many 'verses lost to their offspring and would see that this one lived to its full potential. He sought to draw Thef'chu Nefut's presence into the 'verse to end her attempt to collapse its seal.

OOC:attempting to stop the pre-destined destruction of the 'verse by forcing g-ds to take on avatars inside of it, sealing them inside so their death follows the 'verse's. By the way, I only will manipulate the force time. I don't care if voidragon created it. I travel 4D

 

[Suicidal_Llama]

"NOOOO you fools you shall not have harmed my creations, go back from whence you came or prove to me that you are worthy of such a paradise"

With the help of several of these "new gods" Xak'tsar closes the hole in the universe sealing the entryway into his universe. Thus sealing all of the gods present inside. "Now behave yourselves or i shall wreak upon you a doom unending".

Xak'tsar flies upwards and opens a portal and in doing so creates , the heavenly plane where he shall reside to reign over his universe. Here deceased elves spirits will dwell and here they shall find peace.

OOC: Um ok there is this universe ok then Portal opens and enter xak'tsar, the universe is new and he is the only one in there, OK, then enters Thef'chu Nefut who attempts to destroy the universe collapsing the universe and the Portal to it. Then enters the other gods who have fun trying to collapse the portal and seal the god's inside the universe and separating them from outside powers, these outside powers include:
other universi and other harmful interverse entities.

Other new gods must enter via a new portal or by being created within this universe.

 

[Nephtys]

It feels the pain of Thef'chu Nefut and breathes life into the dream of her ultimate victory over the peerless strength of Xak'tsar. This dream begins to take shape in a new creation, Time.

OOC - The Dweller at the Gate, supporting Thef'chu Nefut's action to destroy the universe, but only at the end of time. Also attempts to cause elves to breed monsters rather than more elves when they mate.

And the Lady of Finality is content, for time is by its very nature finite. She greets the Dweller in appreciation, then bends her will towards the wound once more.

He sought to draw Thef'chu Nefut's presence into the 'verse to end her attempt to collapse its seal.

OOC:attempting to stop the pre-destined destruction of the 'verse by forcing g-ds to take on avatars inside of it, sealing them inside so their death follows the 'verse's. By the way, I only will manipulate the force time. I don't care if voidragon created it. I travel 4D

Something was pulling on her from within the wound, an insistent tugging that soon grew from irritation to alarm. Angered she struck back and cursed all living things within with the inevitable fate of death. A subtle rip was torn in the fabric of the universe out into her own flesh, and trough that gate in its infinate forms all living things would eventually pass into her.

ooc: Resisting the attempt to drag her into the universe, but simultaneously both failing and succeeding. By making herself the Plane of the Dead she has tied her own fate to the fate of the Universe, though she still remains unbound by time (being by her very nature infinite).

Thef'chu Nefut is the nothingness outside the universe, she's always been there though she was only given definition by the creation of her opposite. Holding the domain of Fate she can probably resist another deities attempt to change her fate and nature as the darkness at the end of all things.

ooc2: Action: All things are fated to die, all who die will pass into her.
That rip is simply the path to the afterlife (=her), it is not in itself an attempt to destroy the Universe.

"NOOOO you fools you shall not have harmed my creations, go back from whence you came or prove to me that you are worthy of such a paradise"

With the help of several of these "new gods" Xak'tsar closes the hole in the universe sealing the entryway into his universe. Thus sealing all of the gods present inside. "Now behave yourselves or i shall wreak upon you a doom unending".

Xak'tsar flies upwards and opens a portal and in doing so creates , the heavenly plane where he shall reside to reign over his universe. Here deceased elves spirits will dwell and here they shall find peace.

OOC: Um ok there is this universe ok then Portal opens and enter xak'tsar, the universe is new and he is the only one in there, OK, then enters Thef'chu Nefut who attempts to destroy the universe collapsing the universe and the Portal to it. Then enters the other gods who have fun trying to collapse the portal and seal the god's inside the universe and separating them from outside powers, these outside powers include:
other universi and other harmful interverse entities.

Other new gods must enter via a new portal or by being created within this universe.

"Your creations shall harm themselves with or without my aid Woundmaker, for suffering shall be their fate and their joy shall only serve to make their suffering greater.
Take your Elves, for now. Though you violate my Domain I cannot prevent you. But know that the other races shall be mine to keep after death. At the fulness of time, all things shall pass unto me, even your creation."

ooc: Ok. She does not contest the Overdeitys action of creating an afterlive exclusively for the Elves, since he is the Overdiety and she would surely fail.

 

[Voidrazor]

The Dweller at the Gate screams in fury as the part of itself that remained in the tear, the place of its origin, was severed from the rest. In malice, it calls from its nihils and vortices to the monstrous first children of the elves. It whispers to them the secrets of what lies beyond, attuning them to Bea'ral's magnificent creation while at the same time turning their minds to darkness. That done, it bids them to crawl and climb to hidden and dark places to be fruitful and breed true, awaiting the day of vengeance.

The Dweller then turns its malevolence once again upon the elves. For all time it sets its will against their use of magic excepting when it comes in the form of a prayer to itself.

OOC - Separates the children of the elves into aberration races (illithids, beholders, aboleths, etc.). Opposes elven use of magic unless that magic is formalized as a spell.

 

[Wrahn]

Bea'ral felt itself, now himself, change as his tether to the chaos snapped with the will of Xak'tsar. It-now-he laughs until he can laugh no more. He-who-was-once-it has been changed himself. Bound within the confines of the reality, he too must conform to it. Everything is new, the rules have changed and the-now-he feels joy.

As he lies on the forest floor, surrounded by the elves whom he was showing the ways of change, catching his breath from his laughter of joy, he feels it and stops laughing. He rises in anger power pulsing from his body.

He grabs a disciple, his form changing, growing larger, more powerful, WHAT IS THIS? but the elf has no answers, only confusion. The disciple can not see what he sees.

There are threads connecting all of them forcing them into one place or another, binding them into a role preordained. Fate binds the dynamic universe and this can not be allowed.

Before the tether that bound him to the chaos can dissipate into the fabric of the universe, he lashes out and takes it, reforming it by an act of divine will.

Holding it in his hand he contemplates what he has wrought. A weapon, simple and plain, no one could tell the difference between it and a thousand like it.

"Master?" the confused disciple asks from the ground where he had been dropped.

Bea'ral turns and looks at the disciple and then hands him the hilt of the blade. When the elf takes the offered blade, Bea'ral changes once again, back to the form of a young elf. HE WHO SHALL WEILD THIS BLADE SHALL BE KNOWN AS THE UNRAVELLER, FATE HAS NO HOLD ON HIM AND ONLY HE IS FREE TO ACT UNFETTERED BY THE STRINGS OF DESTINY, ONLY HE MAY CHANGE FATE, FOR HIMSELF OR FOR ALL OF CREATION.

THE BLADE SHALL PASS ON TO THE NEXT UNRAVELLER, NONE SHALL BE ABLE TO PREDICT WHERE AND WHO THE BLADE SHALL PASS, NONE SHALL BE ABLE TO PREDICT WHAT THE UNRAVELLER SHALL DO. THROUGH THE UNRAVELLER SHALL FATES RULE NOT BE ABSOLUTE, THROUGH THE UNRAVELLER DO I GIVE YOU THE GIFT AND CURSE OF FREEDOM.

With these words he walks away, leaving the elves for a time.

 

[DrZombie]

And the Elves wept in fear of the dark, and in fear of the darkness at the end of their lives.

But on the morning, a bright light shone from the top of the hill. And the elves talked with silent voices in wonder and awe, for at the top of the mountain sprawled a huge, golden dragon, basking in the morning sun.
And they feared not, for in it's gaze there was no malice.
And when it spoke, they were captivated by it's melodious voice, and by the things it said.

"Fear not the embrace of my dark sister. She has powers only over the night, and the creatures spawned from it. But I am the lord of Light, and those that follow me shall not perish in the vile darkness.
Let those that shine with the light pass on to the next world in the glory of the morning sun, to serve me in the life hereafter.
And let those with darkness in their harts and mind pass onto my sister, to spend eternity in the darkness and the void.

Send to me your best and brightest, and I shall teach them the way of light."






OOC : dividing the afterlife in heaven and hell, giving my sister her due, but taking my share. Starting a church.