The Grey Mist

[Myth and Legend]

Heliasillyel was in thought, wandering the consequences of Sirion's curse and his premature exit. She did not take kindly to bitterness and the meddling in her own affairs.

When the creatoin of races was mentioned, the Sun Goddess floated back to the group as she resumed her Elven form. "I think it quite obvious which race I would like to conceive. Also, I would like to create a new creature that would symbolize my faith and what I stand for. A Sunbird, soaring high in the sky, that would be rare and viewed as an omen of good things to come when mortals gaze upon it high in the clouds."

The Goddess projected an image of a large eagle-like bird, with red and gold plumage and a blazing cloak of fire and light around it, soaring high in to the skies of the new world.

[sblock]A Phoenix that is more light-oriented. HM can figure out the stats or i can do so as well if he wants me to. I found a fan-made 3.5 Phoenix that can serve as the inspiration.[/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

"We shall feed and nourish such a splendid creature." states the One and the Many. "We need to spawn different creatures. Evergreen plants to capture the essence of the sun, and channel the energy of the blazing orb into the bodies of us, in order to multiply ans blossom. We also need to spawn fungi, which feed upon the dead and the waste, and turn it into nutritious matter for the plants. We are willing to sacrifice our chance to spawn sentient creatures for a time, in order to spawn several varieties of plants and other non sentient sessile creatures, to quickly cover the surface and allow your siblings to thrive." offers the hive god.

 

[GlassEye]

Ubariya waves off the One and the Many's concern. "Either the Forger will create what we need or perhaps Chrextes can tweak time so that you have the chance to spawn the life required."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"To either solution we will agree." states the orb

 

[Frozen Messiah]

"Then let the banners be unfurled and the fun begin, Last train leaving the stationa all aboard and such." Duretep says with massive hand gestures to accompany his satement "When we get down to ground zero we will make our children, now I understand the pact that I have made but don't place the sins of the father on to the son. Let my children roam and let your children comingle because the line between genius and insanity is a thin one." Duretep askes while shaking his head in an over exagerated manner before they call the Forger

 

[Rathan]

"I grow increasingly bored with talk. I want my realm and I want my creations. I want to watch my powers on this planet grow and unfurl. Let us be done of talk and call the forger. I have spoken my piece and we all know, within a certain range, what we want. Let us start this game of thrones." Lavaria utters softly, her voice tinged with the hint of impatience.

 

[Sunking]

The mist thickens in a area near the deities until it is so thick that no one can see thru, the suddenly out of the heavy mist a big figure comes running, It stops standing ready for a fight “who dares interrupt Ras-Gûl while hunting” it stands a little over 6 feet high with black pelt and two sharp horns, in its muscular arms it holds a grim looking axe, it looks around the gathered gods only showing some respect towards Torath “you are not children of the darkmoder, who are you and how dare you summon me”

 

[Voda Vosa]

"We did not summon you, nor we think they did" says the one and the many. "We are The One and the Many, and these are other gods. We are discussing the nature of a new world; perhaps the Forger has brought you here for some reason. However, we know nothing about his desires and actions. Non the less, we were about to call him, perhaps you could ask him directly." replies the floating planet-like creature, with a voice that is not one, but a chorus of rustling leaves.

 

[GlassEye]

Ubariya laughs and eyes the stranger. "Children of the Dark Mother? I AM the Dark Mother, Ras-Gûl. Here you may call me Ubariya; you will learn my other titles in time. Now we were about to create a world, were we not?"

 

[Sunking]

Raz-Gûl listens then he looks at the one with many eyes "you might be a Daughter of the spawner of blood but herself you are not" then he looks up and while shaking his axe, he yells "FORGER SHOW YOURSELF" he stands ready for all.