The Grey Mist
GlassEye
Adventurer
Ubariya smiles. "You also look well, Sister. My children have fared well in this past turning and I have been, as you must have been, very busy."
Ubariya gazes at Heliasillyel's top-ranked followers and nods greeting to them. "Rise, High Dawn Alewlyn Ninsharlee; rise, High Mage Son'yer Felenten; rise, Lord Veontal Vyenn-Tireth. Rise, and receive my blessing." As the three elves rise, Ubariya bends downs so that she doesn't tower over them quite so much and places her cold lips on each of their foreheads. "May you always be filled with the light and warmth of your Smiling Maiden. When the darkness of death takes you after long years of life in the light, may it be transitory and may you find your eternal home filled with song and sunshine." She motions towards the couches. "Please, be at ease; make yourselves comfortable."
Ubariya sits on a couch herself. The colossal blackness outside the pavilion can be perceived moving beyond her only by its darkening of shadow and the skittering of multiple legs. She motions a hand towards the darkness. "My... general, if you will." A frown briefly crosses Ubariya's lips. She is clearly not satisfied with that description. "He bears no name. His title, Kalism-iif-Zalam, means Unnamed Fear in the Dark." Though likely hidden from the mortals, Heliasillyel can clearly see the spidery form beyond and she can see when it moves away from the pavilion.
Next Ubariya introduces the woman who so closely resembles an elven woman. As she is introduced, she kneels before Ubariya's guests. "This one is my priestess, Shiv 'umm Havaa.
And that one is simply the Mal-Darr." She motions towards the sentient that resembles a less refined, half-sized elf with the shock of red hair. He simply grins and bows deeply to Heliasillyel.
"I remember you, Goddess. Your light was the first thing I saw in this life." He falls silent when Shiv 'umm Havaa makes a twitching motion with the fingers of one hand.
Ubariya gazes long at the constructs and the chests of gifts that they bear. "You bind me ever tighter with your gifts, Sister. I fear I have none to give you in return. I am humbled once again by your generosity."
Ubariya gazes at Heliasillyel's top-ranked followers and nods greeting to them. "Rise, High Dawn Alewlyn Ninsharlee; rise, High Mage Son'yer Felenten; rise, Lord Veontal Vyenn-Tireth. Rise, and receive my blessing." As the three elves rise, Ubariya bends downs so that she doesn't tower over them quite so much and places her cold lips on each of their foreheads. "May you always be filled with the light and warmth of your Smiling Maiden. When the darkness of death takes you after long years of life in the light, may it be transitory and may you find your eternal home filled with song and sunshine." She motions towards the couches. "Please, be at ease; make yourselves comfortable."
Ubariya sits on a couch herself. The colossal blackness outside the pavilion can be perceived moving beyond her only by its darkening of shadow and the skittering of multiple legs. She motions a hand towards the darkness. "My... general, if you will." A frown briefly crosses Ubariya's lips. She is clearly not satisfied with that description. "He bears no name. His title, Kalism-iif-Zalam, means Unnamed Fear in the Dark." Though likely hidden from the mortals, Heliasillyel can clearly see the spidery form beyond and she can see when it moves away from the pavilion.
Next Ubariya introduces the woman who so closely resembles an elven woman. As she is introduced, she kneels before Ubariya's guests. "This one is my priestess, Shiv 'umm Havaa.
And that one is simply the Mal-Darr." She motions towards the sentient that resembles a less refined, half-sized elf with the shock of red hair. He simply grins and bows deeply to Heliasillyel.
"I remember you, Goddess. Your light was the first thing I saw in this life." He falls silent when Shiv 'umm Havaa makes a twitching motion with the fingers of one hand.
Ubariya gazes long at the constructs and the chests of gifts that they bear. "You bind me ever tighter with your gifts, Sister. I fear I have none to give you in return. I am humbled once again by your generosity."
GlassEye
Adventurer
OOC: One of the first things Ubariya would have done after returning to the Black Mountains would have been to release the spores in the caverns below and then traveled through tunnels and passageways to emerge in the cradle where she would have used the seeds. I wasn't sure how you wanted to handle it, Voda Vosa. Feel free to do whatever it is you were planning.
Voda Vosa
First Post
As the spider Queen lets lose the sporophore inside the dark tunnels below the black mountain, the sphere crashed in the wet floor, releasing a cloud of dots, small spores, that filled all the breathable air within the endless tunnels and caves.
The spores slowly settled down, and soon the air was breathable again. But the walls, ceiling and floor of the caverns were lit with an otherworldly light, biolomincences of alien yellows, ghostly blues and ghastly greens. A slippery mucus formed and covered the surfaces, and from it sprouted mushrooms and fungus, mosses, mildew, mold and more strange things, came to live, and populated the tunnels. Their light was the only thing that brought color to the dark realm of the spider Queen.
There were also giants among the mushrooms, taking the roles of trees in a forest, these giants reached the ceilings, allowing other mushroom to grow on them.
Mobile milds and jellies started scouting through the "vegetation", eating each other. Life started to colonize everything.
Ubariya then climbed atop the mountain and threw the Great Acorn, rolling down the slope . As it descended it released the flying seeds, that spread all around the Cradle. From them, pines and other conifers sprouted from the black soil. They grew tall and sinister, casting sick and thick shadows beneath them, covering the ground in perpetual darkness. They were also green, but dark and intense, and absorbed all the sunlight, not allowing nothing to grow, but the same mushroom that grew inside the cavern. The path of the forest were lit by the spooky luminescent species of mushroom. Critters and bugs of all sort came to existence within the limits of the forest, specially arachnids, descendants of that first gift of the Spider Queen to the Plant Lord. So the Black Forest, the first Forest of the world, was born.
The spores slowly settled down, and soon the air was breathable again. But the walls, ceiling and floor of the caverns were lit with an otherworldly light, biolomincences of alien yellows, ghostly blues and ghastly greens. A slippery mucus formed and covered the surfaces, and from it sprouted mushrooms and fungus, mosses, mildew, mold and more strange things, came to live, and populated the tunnels. Their light was the only thing that brought color to the dark realm of the spider Queen.
There were also giants among the mushrooms, taking the roles of trees in a forest, these giants reached the ceilings, allowing other mushroom to grow on them.
Mobile milds and jellies started scouting through the "vegetation", eating each other. Life started to colonize everything.
Ubariya then climbed atop the mountain and threw the Great Acorn, rolling down the slope . As it descended it released the flying seeds, that spread all around the Cradle. From them, pines and other conifers sprouted from the black soil. They grew tall and sinister, casting sick and thick shadows beneath them, covering the ground in perpetual darkness. They were also green, but dark and intense, and absorbed all the sunlight, not allowing nothing to grow, but the same mushroom that grew inside the cavern. The path of the forest were lit by the spooky luminescent species of mushroom. Critters and bugs of all sort came to existence within the limits of the forest, specially arachnids, descendants of that first gift of the Spider Queen to the Plant Lord. So the Black Forest, the first Forest of the world, was born.
A year went by.
In the span of eternity, a year is nothing. Not even a drop in the bucket; it is a fine speck of mist, in a drop, in a bucket the size of a galaxy. For one who will live and live, and never die, that is one way to see a year.
But live a year day by day, hour by hour...and it is a long time indeed. A human baby learns to talk, and even to walk after a fashion in that time. Other animals grow to adulthood in that time, or even less. Seasons turn from hot to cold to hot again, and one can see a glimpse of the great clockworks that grind and churn under the surface of reality.
That is another way to see a year.
Silhouette learned many things in a year. She learned that changing a creature into a female didn't necessarily change it's heart into a woman's. The lopsided child of the Spider...born without a mate and adopted by Silhouette...was miserable and spared her divine 'parent' no opportunity to complain about it. Finally Silhouette cancelled the spell of change, and the woman became a man. After some confusion, the Man decided that form was much more to his liking. But then, as they traveled through the newly unfolding forest, he began bothering Silhouette again...this time with awkward words of love. So the goddess vanished into the woods and discovered some of the bounty of the Many and the Spider...animals were beginning to show in abundance. So she hunted several female beasts and changed each into a woman, but although their faces were lovely, they yet had the minds of beasts. Silhouette traveled farther into the world then, until she found beasts that looked rather remarkably like men. Small and gangly-limbed and covered in fur, but with eyes and ears and noses like men, and hands. They were exactly what she needed.
So the Silver Lady returned to the First Man, with more men and women with her. They were simple, but not stupid, and she said to the First Man, 'Teach them, and lead them, and they will be your people.' Then she vanished into the woods again, and though his heart still longed for the goddess, the First Man took his wife from the new people, and they made their village right there, in the trees by the stream.
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Silhouette tracked down her old prey, the Great Wolf whom she'd made half-man. The wily creature had found his wives all right...the pretty, but mindless 'women' that she had created as unsuccessful wives for the First Man. He spent most of his time as a man now, to match their shapes...but he had learned to pull the magic within him now, and when he saw Silhouette he changed into the great wolf and growled at her threateningly. Some of the women, she noticed, were with child, and she nodded at the crafty old Wolf.
"Not yet then," she said, and vanished into the sky. Children needed their father after all.
She didn't know then that the children of the Wolf would each have different animal forms, based on what their mothers had been before the spell had changed them. There would be bears, and boars, tigers and even rats...all of whom could change between man and beast.
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As the 'hew-manns' grew, her power swelled. She slipped across the worlds to the Sun-Goddesses and lured some elves across the veil into the world below. Taking on their shape, she stayed among them for a time to teach them of what she'd learned of the nature of the world, and the magic that sprang from it...so different from the High Wizardry of the Sun Elves. As they embraced these new teachings, Silhouette vanished again... They would become the 'Moon' elves, as they came to worship Silhouette.
...back to the human village, where she came as an old woman in a shawl. She lived among them, taking apples as payment for working charms and spells, and she took three apprentices, a man and two women. These she taught the arts to, much as she had the elves. They learned to speak to beasts, to mend hurts, and to make meals of berries. They learned Silhouette's true nature as well, and the symbol that was chosen to represent their faith, and their wisdom, was a crescent moon either worn as a silver pendant, or dyed on the skin of their brows.
As the mortals worshipping her grew in number, Silhouette felt herself changing...and growing. And yet the 'moon elves' and 'humans' would take many generations to create real change. Then she realized that she was thinking rather conventionally. She walked the crossroads back to Faerie, and manifested before the People Under the Hill as the Summer Queen. They fell to their knees before her, and cheered when she proclaimed that she would deliver them from the unseelie Goblins that warred with them in the deep barrows in the earth. Not all the Gnomes marched with her, but many did...they ventured up out of their burrows, some riding badgers but most on foot. The March of the Gnomes was quite a sight, even by the standards of Faerie, as the horizon from hill to hill came alive with tiny feet and heads that all bobbed in unison as they sang hopeful songs.
The mortal world was terrifying for them at first, with its bizarre shifts from light to dark, and its weather and its changes in temperature. The gnomes dug, and huddled in the burrows, and though there were no Goblins their hardships were many. In time, many would fall from the worship of the Summer Queen...which would invoke her wrath. But for now, the appearance of so many worshipers was enough to tip some cosmic scale.
Silhouette, the Silver Lady of the Moon, felt power explode within...felt the barriers part before her...and suddenly she apprehended things she couldn't have dreamed of before. Her senses stretched unfathomable distances, and she could hear her name whispered on the wind as prayers found their way to her ears. She was a child no longer...a goddess at last...
In the span of eternity, a year is nothing. Not even a drop in the bucket; it is a fine speck of mist, in a drop, in a bucket the size of a galaxy. For one who will live and live, and never die, that is one way to see a year.
But live a year day by day, hour by hour...and it is a long time indeed. A human baby learns to talk, and even to walk after a fashion in that time. Other animals grow to adulthood in that time, or even less. Seasons turn from hot to cold to hot again, and one can see a glimpse of the great clockworks that grind and churn under the surface of reality.
That is another way to see a year.
Silhouette learned many things in a year. She learned that changing a creature into a female didn't necessarily change it's heart into a woman's. The lopsided child of the Spider...born without a mate and adopted by Silhouette...was miserable and spared her divine 'parent' no opportunity to complain about it. Finally Silhouette cancelled the spell of change, and the woman became a man. After some confusion, the Man decided that form was much more to his liking. But then, as they traveled through the newly unfolding forest, he began bothering Silhouette again...this time with awkward words of love. So the goddess vanished into the woods and discovered some of the bounty of the Many and the Spider...animals were beginning to show in abundance. So she hunted several female beasts and changed each into a woman, but although their faces were lovely, they yet had the minds of beasts. Silhouette traveled farther into the world then, until she found beasts that looked rather remarkably like men. Small and gangly-limbed and covered in fur, but with eyes and ears and noses like men, and hands. They were exactly what she needed.
So the Silver Lady returned to the First Man, with more men and women with her. They were simple, but not stupid, and she said to the First Man, 'Teach them, and lead them, and they will be your people.' Then she vanished into the woods again, and though his heart still longed for the goddess, the First Man took his wife from the new people, and they made their village right there, in the trees by the stream.
---------
Silhouette tracked down her old prey, the Great Wolf whom she'd made half-man. The wily creature had found his wives all right...the pretty, but mindless 'women' that she had created as unsuccessful wives for the First Man. He spent most of his time as a man now, to match their shapes...but he had learned to pull the magic within him now, and when he saw Silhouette he changed into the great wolf and growled at her threateningly. Some of the women, she noticed, were with child, and she nodded at the crafty old Wolf.
"Not yet then," she said, and vanished into the sky. Children needed their father after all.
She didn't know then that the children of the Wolf would each have different animal forms, based on what their mothers had been before the spell had changed them. There would be bears, and boars, tigers and even rats...all of whom could change between man and beast.
-------------
As the 'hew-manns' grew, her power swelled. She slipped across the worlds to the Sun-Goddesses and lured some elves across the veil into the world below. Taking on their shape, she stayed among them for a time to teach them of what she'd learned of the nature of the world, and the magic that sprang from it...so different from the High Wizardry of the Sun Elves. As they embraced these new teachings, Silhouette vanished again... They would become the 'Moon' elves, as they came to worship Silhouette.
...back to the human village, where she came as an old woman in a shawl. She lived among them, taking apples as payment for working charms and spells, and she took three apprentices, a man and two women. These she taught the arts to, much as she had the elves. They learned to speak to beasts, to mend hurts, and to make meals of berries. They learned Silhouette's true nature as well, and the symbol that was chosen to represent their faith, and their wisdom, was a crescent moon either worn as a silver pendant, or dyed on the skin of their brows.
As the mortals worshipping her grew in number, Silhouette felt herself changing...and growing. And yet the 'moon elves' and 'humans' would take many generations to create real change. Then she realized that she was thinking rather conventionally. She walked the crossroads back to Faerie, and manifested before the People Under the Hill as the Summer Queen. They fell to their knees before her, and cheered when she proclaimed that she would deliver them from the unseelie Goblins that warred with them in the deep barrows in the earth. Not all the Gnomes marched with her, but many did...they ventured up out of their burrows, some riding badgers but most on foot. The March of the Gnomes was quite a sight, even by the standards of Faerie, as the horizon from hill to hill came alive with tiny feet and heads that all bobbed in unison as they sang hopeful songs.
The mortal world was terrifying for them at first, with its bizarre shifts from light to dark, and its weather and its changes in temperature. The gnomes dug, and huddled in the burrows, and though there were no Goblins their hardships were many. In time, many would fall from the worship of the Summer Queen...which would invoke her wrath. But for now, the appearance of so many worshipers was enough to tip some cosmic scale.
Silhouette, the Silver Lady of the Moon, felt power explode within...felt the barriers part before her...and suddenly she apprehended things she couldn't have dreamed of before. Her senses stretched unfathomable distances, and she could hear her name whispered on the wind as prayers found their way to her ears. She was a child no longer...a goddess at last...
Voda Vosa
First Post
The One and the Many performed many miracles in the year that passed. He nourished his first sapling, the Oak of Memories, now the most impressive tree in the world, even taller than the lord of plants. It fed upon the new evens that developed in the world. The maturation of the childish goddess, the meetings of the goddesses of light and darkness, the machinations of the fire maiden in her throne of flames, and the chaotic plans of the cow man. Even the comings and goings of Geas swelled the giant tree.
The One and the Many walked the entire land, caring not for properties over the landscape. He moved all over the planet, disseminating himself, covering everything in green. Even the darkest caves shined with a ghostly green from the deep mosses.
Geas’s second creation was Felemor, a towering treant, or awakened tree. It stomped the ground just like his creator, but it had only one shape. A big sturdy elm. He walked behind the One and the Many, learning after his master. In Felemor’s shoulder Geas’s third spawn was carried along. A large mushroom creature, with three arms and small sturdy legs. Next to it, there was a smaller, thiner version of itself, toying with some plants that also grow on Felemor.
In a forests he made, the young Silhouette played, and there she grew in power, and built her first village of followers. There also resided a big shapeshifting wolf, along with some animals, turned into persons by the chaotic first steps of the young goddess. The lord of the Forest watched with interest at that. He could have eliminated the unnatural wolf and it’s offspring, that were contaminating the purity of the forest. But he decided to wait and see, ever patient. He watched from behind the bark of the trees, how Silhouette brought elves to live in his forest. Moon Forest was a good name, he thought. Perhaps, the young goddess deserved the place to tinker with it, after all, she had brought some interesting inhabitants. The gnomes also dug borrows under the loan soil of the forest, and the people of the moon hunted and used the forest to live. Geas decided to name it the Moon Forest, and to characterize it, he created a plant, the Moonlight fern. It’s leafs were as white as the moon, and in full mooned nights, it shined with equal intensity. Its spores shined under the moonlight like the stars in a clear sky.
The One and the Many approached Silhouette after he finished planting the ferns in the woods.
“We’ve come to you with a gift, or a reward. You earned this forest by right, you are now our equal. We’ll give you the Moon Forest, now attuned to your name and grace. We only ask from you a favor. We are interested in the gnomes you’ve brought here. We’ll like to take a few to live in the Great Jungle.”
The small mushroom creature waves it small hand towards the goddess, however the other two creatures, the hulking tree and the big fat mushroom, remain silent.
Felemor:
Fungus Creatures
The One and the Many walked the entire land, caring not for properties over the landscape. He moved all over the planet, disseminating himself, covering everything in green. Even the darkest caves shined with a ghostly green from the deep mosses.
Geas’s second creation was Felemor, a towering treant, or awakened tree. It stomped the ground just like his creator, but it had only one shape. A big sturdy elm. He walked behind the One and the Many, learning after his master. In Felemor’s shoulder Geas’s third spawn was carried along. A large mushroom creature, with three arms and small sturdy legs. Next to it, there was a smaller, thiner version of itself, toying with some plants that also grow on Felemor.
In a forests he made, the young Silhouette played, and there she grew in power, and built her first village of followers. There also resided a big shapeshifting wolf, along with some animals, turned into persons by the chaotic first steps of the young goddess. The lord of the Forest watched with interest at that. He could have eliminated the unnatural wolf and it’s offspring, that were contaminating the purity of the forest. But he decided to wait and see, ever patient. He watched from behind the bark of the trees, how Silhouette brought elves to live in his forest. Moon Forest was a good name, he thought. Perhaps, the young goddess deserved the place to tinker with it, after all, she had brought some interesting inhabitants. The gnomes also dug borrows under the loan soil of the forest, and the people of the moon hunted and used the forest to live. Geas decided to name it the Moon Forest, and to characterize it, he created a plant, the Moonlight fern. It’s leafs were as white as the moon, and in full mooned nights, it shined with equal intensity. Its spores shined under the moonlight like the stars in a clear sky.
The One and the Many approached Silhouette after he finished planting the ferns in the woods.
“We’ve come to you with a gift, or a reward. You earned this forest by right, you are now our equal. We’ll give you the Moon Forest, now attuned to your name and grace. We only ask from you a favor. We are interested in the gnomes you’ve brought here. We’ll like to take a few to live in the Great Jungle.”
The small mushroom creature waves it small hand towards the goddess, however the other two creatures, the hulking tree and the big fat mushroom, remain silent.
Felemor:
Fungus Creatures
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