The Grey Mist

[Voda Vosa]

The gargantuan assemblage of plants walks with it's trunk feet, towards a clear spot of ground next to the table. Without caring to take in consideration for the Forger's craftmanship, the god of plants and life roots on the free soil, and shifts it's leaves and branches, to assume a treelike shape. The face of an old man shapes on the bark of the massive trunk. It slowly opens his hollow eyes, and it's bottomless mouth. "We agree, mortal creatures shall be spawned by us." It is now that the other gods note that it is never clear if the hive-minded god speaks about all of the gods, or just about himself.

 

[Myth and Legend]

The Sun Goddess, being no bigger than a regular sun elf in her form, sulked at the giant furniture and simply floated between The One and the Many and Ubaryia, relinquishing the light of the Suncaster and letting the weapon dissipate it's light like a candle that was running short on air. "Well interestingly enough I have no way of accessing Soalrianderriel from this place yet. But I do have an idea about my followers."

 

[GlassEye]

Ubariya sits drumming her fingers on the iron arms of her chair. She is clearly tired of waiting for whatever it is she is waiting for. "Indeed? Tell me about it, Sister. What sorts of followers do you wish to have in your service?" Ubariya makes an expansive gesture with one hand and places the other on her stretched belly. "That goes for all of you. What sorts of followers do you wish?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

"We do not wish new followers." states the Lord of Vermin. He shivers, and a couple of yellow leaves fall from him "We wish to spread ourselves. The part of us that remains on Geas fuel us with the power we need, but we need to reproduce here as well, in order to sustain us further."

 

[Shayuri]

Silhouette buzzed around the room cheerfully, with the prying curiosity of a kitten that drove her to open drawers, look behind curtains, and generally get into just about everything before she could slow down a bit. At one point she, quite by accident, resembled a bee or moth, as she buzzed around one of the oversized windowpanes and even bumped against the glass a couple of times before working out how to back up. Finally she landed on the window sill and regarded the other gods present for a few moments before adding her own voice to the mix.

"I already have a whole world full of people," she said. "I guess some of them will probably come here. The paths are kind of dangerous though. I think I need to do something about that."

She frowned, then hopped back to her feet, unable to sit for long.

"So...there's no people here yet? We have to make them? Everyone should have to make something! It can be like a contest."

 

[Myth and Legend]

Helliasillyel put her hand on her chin and played with one of the ever shifting locks of the golden halo that was her hair. "Creating living beings requires a substantial ammount of power, one of which I am not in possession in my current form. - the Goddess sighed and waved her feet as if she was sitting on the edge of some unseen wall. - But my followers are and have always been the Sun Elves. They called for me and I came in to existence. I will call for them and hopefully a few brave souls will follow. New beginnings and all." The Sun Goddess smiled.

She observed Ubarya's hand, and their daughter's fidgeting around the oversized room. "Sister you seem to be taken with unease. What of your own followers?"

 

[GlassEye]

Ubariya nods to Heliasillyel. "Like you, Sister, I am cut off from the source of my greatest power. I knew this would be the case when I left Death's service but I find that I dislike my reduced state to affect matters on this world to the full extent of my desire." She watches Silhouette flit about the room exploring and a small smile twists her lips and is likely the first true amusement that those around her have seen her show.

Watching Silhouette seems to make her aware of the hand on her belly and she deliberately and slowly removes it to the arm of her chair. "My followers? I'm not sure that I have much choice in the matter. I carry the souls of another world and they will be born of my body but... with the connection to my power reduced I lack the power to mold their forms to my liking."

To Silhouette Ubariya says, "You are able to walk the paths between worlds? That is a powerful skill to possess, young one."

Finally she turns to the One and the Many. "You wish no followers? How is it that you exist as a god without worshipers?"

 

[Shayuri]

"Anyone can walk the paths," Silhouette scoffs. "The trick is finding them."

She glided down to the floor and peered into the gloom underneath an empty chest of drawers, then spun around and imitated a drunken sway as she went to lean against the leg of a chair.

"Anyway, I like this house. It has all kinds of hidden things. I bet the one who made it all must have put some paths from it to our worlds. It's not much of a meeting place if we can't get to it, after all."

She tugged at the chair leg and utterly failed to move it.

"But what's the rush? We have a whole NEW world here. We should make new things for it."

With a rush of wind and a thick buzzing noise, Silhouette took off and lighted atop the table, then looked around in search of something to use as source material...perhaps a giant apple, or banana...

 

[GlassEye]

"Indeed. I wish for nothing more than to make new things for this world of ours." Ubariya taps on the arm of her chair clearly impatient with being made to wait after having been summoned by the Forger.

 

[Shayuri]

Silhouette eyes Ubariya for a moment, as if suspicious the other goddess were playing a joke on her.

"Then do it," she suggested...and snapped her fingers at an oversized toothpick in an oblong cup on the tabletop. Immediately the toothpick shimmered and became a tan python-looking snake...except it had two heads that swung lazily about, tongues flicking.

Silhouette examined her creation and sighed. "I need something better to work with. This old wood is too DEAD."

The snake shimmered again, and became the same toothpick it had started out as.

"I wish I hadn't scared the wolf off," she lamented sullenly. "I could have made him into all KINDS of fun stuff."

(OOC - Using Polymorph Any Object to do this, btw. But changing inanimate to living means a pretty short duration. )