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The Grey Mist

Lavaria smirked softly and watched the mood Heliasillyel produced take shape and before long the elven beauty formed the orb she wanted to witness with her own eyes. A glow from Lavarias blank red swirling pools she called eyes gazed upon the fireball of life giving heat and energy as she chuckled lowly to herself. The power of that star would be tainted with her awesome powers of heat and fire, but all in due time. Her head tilted from side to side awaiting the Forgers presence quietly lost in her own deep thoughts.
 

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"Art thou ready?" comes the voice of The Forger along again with his presence. "I have started working the celestial forge and have the fires of creation hotter than hell itself. Tell me what you wish created and should you wish to assist, so be it."

"Before ye begin know ye that I have created the 7th sphere in the middle of the wildspace. It will house the world you wish created and will help isolate ye from the will and wrath of the other gods." he says with pride. You each understand that the creation of the crystal spheres is delicate and vast work. They are used to keep the wildspace away from the planets within the sphere.

"The fires are tempered and thy might is ready, now each of ye must help in the creation of what it is ye wish done. Each must give thy instructions to thee and thy assistances." Then The Forger is quiet and waits for each of the deities to contribute, building as they speak. Shaping tearing down re-shaping all at a single thought or word from you.

[sblock=OOC] That should get you all started maybe I won't have to post for another 9 pages LOL. Did the last part mainly on ML's request you need not post anything other than you told The Forger what you wished done and he did it.

Note: Remeber this is bare bones type stuff no links to peoples dreams or unending fields of blood. Those things will come as we adventure. Just what you wish the world to look like and such. [/sblock]
 

Lavaria steps forward and takes a places a hand on the shoulder of the Forger. Her free hand clenches a moment before opening again a glowing hot ball sphere of pipping hot magma floating carefully above her palm. As she shuts her eyes the ball licks with flame and an intense heat which does not seem to bother her in the slightest and pulling her hand away the sphere grows and doubles and double again in size. A large one foot ball of rolling magma surrounded by the hellfires themselves of the forge lay in wait as she removes her hand from the Forgers shoulder and steps away.

"My contribution is complete. The First layer of the new world awaits the rest of you and your alterations." the Fire Queen utters plainly.
 

"We will help with the creation of the crust of earth and the water that will cool down the planet to make it inhabitable for us." proclaims Geas, at the timen that it's grey mist form is dismissed. On the red glowing orb, some spots of blackened rock appear, cooler that the rest of the surface. The black spots begin to grow slowly, forcing the fires and lava away from the centers. In some ocations, volcanos explode in certain regions of the black areas, covering large portions with lava again. As the black rock formed by the cooling of lava extends, little white spots appear around the glob, releasing huge volumes of water vapour. The atmosphere is so hot, that the vapour remains as a gas, slowly covering all the planet surface. the cloudy world only lets see the glowing red of the magma as it withdraws underground, and finally disappears completely, save from one spot.
As the temperature drops, the vapour concentrate in clouds, huge and white, and the black surface is exposed again. As the cooling proceeds, the first rain began to fall, flooding the world's crust, still hot. The water evaporates again as it hits the hot black rock.
Time seems to go faster, as new clouds are formed and precipitate more rain over the planet. It reaches a point where some of the water remains, and it travels to fill the depressions of the world, creating bodies of water, larger with each rainfall.
The white spots appear again on the planet, this time on the hard rock. As impact waves of some meteorite, the black rock is transformed in loam soil in waves from the white spots, until most of the surface are transformed in fertile grounds.
The white spots shimmer and dissapear for now, at the same time that the One and The Many appears again in the grey mist.
"We have done what we must at this moment. We will continue after the mountains are raised and other terrain features are deployed. Until then, we will wait."
 

Heliasillyel's whole being was trembling within the presence of the Overdeity's limitless power. As Lavaria shaped what was going to be their new world, the Sun Goddes floated above the gathering of deities and up to the towering form of the Forger, and gently placed her lips on the colossus's cheeks, fueling her own Divine energies with the mighty stream of power that the greater God emanated.

Heliasillyel exploded with light, as the impossibly strong current of Divine energies swept her away - she was now a twig, floating on the surface of a torrential stream of power that sprang forth from the Forger's form. "How can anything have so much power!" the Goddess cried silently in anguish, as she attempted to harness the Overdeity's energy and prevent her own destruction.

As her form grew brighter and brighter, the Sun Goddess wished herself away from the Gray Mist, before she would blind those that were not meant to endure such intense luminosity. Heliasillyel found herself in the center of the vast Crystal Sphere that the Forger had created for them, and far in the darkness of space she could see the little orange dot that was the new world, taking shape under Lavaria's guidance.

The Goddess floated in the midst of this darkness, which some called realmspace, contemplating her own existence for the briefest of moments. She had been conceived thousands of years ago, as the first Sun Elves had outgrown their base needs for food and shelter, and had turned to their own star and worshiped it, conjuring The Smiling Maiden in the process. Fate had now turned, and it was Heliasillyel who was spawning a sun, soon to give life over new races and creatures. Was that first star her people had worshiped, that gave Heliasillyel her divine form, created by another Deity long forgotten in the unkept history of the multiverse? Was this a perpetual cycle of birth and rebirth - symbol creating God and then God creating symbol?

Even a Divine mind was not limitless, even a Goddess was not truly omnipotent. Heliasillyel realized her own boundaries at the face of the monstrous power that threatened to burst her essense to bits. The Sun Goddess cautiously tapped in the Forger's energies and with great care, began feeding the sunspark she had created. The ball of fire swirled around and began to grow exponentially, swallowing Heliasillyel's form in an instant, and radiating an explosion of light towards the edges of the crystal sphere.

The Goddess floated amidst the fire of the newborn star, as the shape of the Sun grew larger and larger, fueled by the Forger's sublime strength. "My own power would not be sufficient to create something so vast outside Solarianderriel." the Goddess mused as she soared trough the sea of whiteness and fire. Careful not to create a violent outburst that would swallow Lavaria's work, Heliasillyel gradually expanded the new star in size, until it dwarfed the new world-to-be and made it seem like a speck of ember next to a raging pyre.

The Goddess had hidden Ubariya's gift well, so that it was not affected by the creation of the star, and now focused solely on taming the powers of the Forger and securing lasting light, warmth and energy for the new world. It took the limit of her concentration to open only a minuscule portal to the Positive Energy plane and intertwine it with a portal to the Plane of Fire, securing a tickle of fire, light and life giving rays that would forever fuel this new sun.

Creating something small with the Forger's power was like attempting to hammer a glass nail with a boulder - losing control even for an instant would mean certain disaster.

It took Heliasillyel an eternity to shape and tighten the new sun's form, and although there was no sound in realmspace, the Goddess was sure she had been deafened by the roaring thunder that was this giant inferno. Finally, when she was done, Heliasillyel ripped herself away from the entangling embrace of her own self, and wished herself next to Lavaria's creation. The Sun Goddess was weary and her form would have been trembling, were it truly mortal. Heliasillyel produced the white smooth eye of the Weaver Uncaring, and directed a much narrower and weaker stream of the Overdeity's power at it. The moon grew slowly and steadily, and it's shiny glass-like surface expanded with amazing harmony.

Soon, a perfect silvery-white sphere of crystal, four times smaller than the new planet, began slowly rotating around the massive ball of lava, rock and fire below. It reflected the newborn sun's light that streamed from the far distance, and reminded Heliasillyel of a mirror. "Henceforth this celestial body will be known as Ubariya's Mirror." declared the Goddess as her form reluctantly relinquished the Forger's power.

The vibrating energies, threatening to burst the Goddess to bits, left her in an instant, and Heliasillyel sighed with relief.
 
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Ubariya feels the Forger's powers of creation as a prickle against her skin, particularly across her sensitive spidery arms. She gasps at the intensity of the feeling and then again at a pang in her belly as the unborn soul-eggs respond to the currents of unleashed power. She watches as first Lavaria, then the One and the Many, and then Heliasillyel each in their own way surrender to the power in their presence and create and build upon that which was created before them.

She smiles in pure pleasure and lets herself be taken up in the torrent of power. But instead of letting it fill her to near bursting like her sister Heliasillyel she lets it flow over her and around her. She spins into a dance with no small amount of grace and teases out strands from the flow of power for her work is a weaver's work and doesn't require the vast amounts of power that the previous three needed for their own works.

She dances across the surface of the world led by the Forger's power and her own desires weaving the elements into landforms: causing a depression in the north and allowing the waters to flow in to form a shallow sea; raising a range of mountains here and gouging the path of a river there. She dances and weaves, weaves and dances changing the surface wherever she passes.

Eventually she returns to the shores of that new northern sea where her dance becomes provocative, and possessive. She skitters across the waters to the pole where she stabs down into the crust to Lavaria's realm opening a vent to keep the northern sea warm. Returning to the shore yet again she summons up a stark range of black stone mountains almost like a starfish with her spear cutting deep chasms radiating out alongside the arms of the range. Dancing and weaving with increasing frenzy she twists into the stone her passage creating a maze of tunnels. Exiting near the center of the range she forms a basin and then draws in more of the Forger's power than she has yet used. She folds the space removing the basin from the mortal world and then again creating a chasm. At last she finishes and finds herself back in the company of the other gods.

"Someone else must continue the work, now," she says wearily.
 

As the creation starts the mist swirls and swirls about you. Above you an image of the world being forged takes form. And you watch as the sun flares to life in the distance, Ubariya's Mirror shining in the darkness of realmspace, and how the landscape is changed. Mountains form, valleys are hollowed out and great rifts run to and fro as pieces of the world are cut away and discarded. Volient storms rain down upon the surface, and clouds form across the whole new planet. And basins fill with water.

In the essence you see The Forger standing above the world with hammer and chisel in hand. As he works to put on some of the finer details in, a crack appears above him in the crystal dome that houses your world. A hole bursts forth and a little of the wildspace comes slithering into the realmspace. Shocked The Forger pauses to look up at the rift made into his creation, his mouth gapes in awe as he sees a giant hand desecend down towards his newest creation. "No! It is The Urborg Giant!" he screams and the sound echoes hollow through out the Grey Mist. The hand is chalk white and the fingers glisten like ice as the giant takes hold of your world.

"No! Stop! Ye may not have it!" The Forger yells. Watching you see the image of his essence in the Mist, he appears to be grappling the hand and forearm as The Urborg Giant 'palms' the globe.

You stand agasted at the titanic struggle, and hear the voice of The Forger again. "I have him for the moment, but ye must go now and sever his connection. Break his hold on the world or he will drag it off into the depths of wildspace forever." An archway forms out of the mist looking like colums of light seen through a fog. On the other side is the rough earth of your new world. "Quickly I can but hold him for a little while."
 

Understanding the urge of this, The One and the Many rushes through wrodlessly.

OOC Quick thing: I'll be out until monday, so NPC the pc as you see fit. Also, still needs the monk level, I'll do that when I'm back. The extra AC will be nice.
 

Duretep has been watching the making of the world patiently understanding that his gift is not something pyhsical. He also watches those that also have not made a move to creat something of the world, trying to figure out the gift they will give.

When the massive hand comes through Duretep is oddly calm, he views the titanic battle with little motion or emotion present. When he is asked to leave he quietly, almost serenely, floats over to the light. "It was wonderful to see an elder god again, it reminds me of the times when everything made sense. I hope that we can do it again some time, I'm sorry though I have a very tight deadline on my work and it is not the patient kind. Well best of luck in your ventures, I hope the best for you." Duretep says as if he he doesn't even see the massive battle going on and he waves simply at the forger as he takes the voyage down to the new world.

Duretep takes in a deep breath and then let's loose control of everything about himself and let the energy transport him. He lands harshly in desert and looks around after he lands. He then begins to laugh madly, at what is unknown to anyone including himself. "Well than, they want me isolated and I believe they did a damned good job of it. Alright then, let's make make something interesting of this little scenario." Duretep says as he brushes the sand off of himself. He grabs both of his blades which were a meter away and he looks at Tunbuntbur and smiles. Duretep begins to dance about the sand and holding each of his blades close to his chest.

"Ah, Tunbuntbur. My sensible whispering blade you will have a great honour today, you will become something more than you already are." Duretep says to Tunbuntbur and then moves his gaze over to Zubkim, "My faithful and trusted blade, you have been with me the longest and for that I will repay you by giving you a great honour. You will now protect me and my realm. There is a payment though..." Duretep says as he focuses on his energy that he instilled in the blade. A white energy begins to surround the hand that is holding Zhubkim and Zhubkim's flowing nature begins to stabilize. After the energy transfer is over Duretep plants the blade in the ground firmly. He then places his palm face up in front of him and then he holds Tunbuntbur high above his head. He brings Tunbuntbur down so it scewers his hand and this causes all of the energy to flow into the weapon. The weapon grows slightly longer and the metal has viens of onyx weave their way up it to the tip and the small gem has these black swirls that waver within it appear.

Duretep smiles a madman's smile and looks at the blade. "Perfect..." He whispers to himself as he begins to draw symbols in a circle around Zhubkim, he continues to do this for an entire day until there is a massive sigil in the sand that isn't effected by winds in anyway. Duretep walks on the tips of his feet to get to the center of the circle. When he gets there he goes down on both his knees and begins to mumble madly. The extra arms on his back grab his horns and pull them back so that he exposes his neck. He then brings up the newly transformed blade up to his neck. he brings it across and let's his black blood fall on the blade that rests in the sand. Duretep falls over and closes his eyes and passes out letting the blood fill in the circle.

Duretep wakes up and he is at the foot of his castle in the realm of dreams, he get's up, brushes the sand off of him and then begins to walk. "I always hate that part..." Duretep says as he finally gets to his throne and begins to weave the dreams of all that will come. He weaves the nightmares and the beautiful, the dreams that will bring hope and those that will make people stop living. He creates ideas that will be percieved either as mad or as genius. He creates desires that will be all that people have to live for and those that will cause people to die. He builds cities, lands, oceans, caves and otherworldly places all within the realm of dreams. During this he feels something that he has not felt in a long while; happiness.

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Sorry about the amount of reading, I kind of hit a writing current and it swept me away.
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"Sever his connection? How are we supposed to do that?" snaps Ubariya. She was made to bring death but the sheer scale of this task is enough to overwhelm the goddess. She waits a brief moment for any advice that the Forger might give and then follows closely after the One and the Many.
 

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