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{
"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Calming down slightly from their little stunt, Puffsie turned towards the last deity yet to speak, keenly listening in on their introduction. \n\n\"Biaosheng huhh..\" Puffsie responded with curiosity, seeing him handle that stuck up God so professionally radiated a sense of wisdom and understanding. \n\nSwitching their gaze towards the creature in Biaosheng hands, Puffsie's eyes filled with sparkless.\n\n \"Fluffyyy..\" Puffsie whispered sticking their arms out forward, attempting to pet the super duper fluffy sentience before them. Realising their lightly forced approach, they stop themselves before touching it.\n\n\"Ah uhm... Can I pet itt?..\", the question was asked with determination and respect towards the creator of this God sent blue fluffed creature."
},
{
"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"Yo I'm back...\" Suddenly Dagon appeared again behind Puffsie, he placed a hand on her head and raffles her hair gently. \"Didn't find any fish, but... I did find some cool mushrooms\" His his back pocket he pulled saud mushroom out as it was purple is color with white dots placed around it head. \n\n\"Would any care to taste? I already ate one and I'm seeing some odd shit right now...\""
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Puffsie suddenly felt the hand of another raffle their cloud soft hair, a strange but oddly comforting feeling filled their mind, Dagon's sudden approach caused slight confusion, disallowing any changes to their expression. \n\nRealising who's behind them, that quickly changed as a pout started to form on Puffsie's face. \n\n\"Tell me ur name already meanie or ill start calling you by an embarrassing nicknameee\" Puffsie declared in a playful tone seeming unfazed by your headpats.\n\nFollowing Puffsie's declaration, they became slightly enticed by the mushroom offer presented by Dragon, seeing the mushroom in front of them, curious, Puffsie answered Dagon's question.\n\n\"Ill take a biteee\" An exciting tone could be made out as Puffsie pivoted their arm against their cloud and held their hand in a flat position, hinting at the placement of said mushroom on their sleeve."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "Dagon dropped the shroom into her open palms as he patted her one more time \"Dagon\" He said to answer her first question. \"Careful with that now its some good shit\""
},
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Peaked by your comment, Puffsie moves their arm closer to their mouth. \n\n\"Thanks for the treat Dagonn\" Was heard, next was the munching of a mushroom followed by a gulp. \n\n\"Mm... Tastes okayy..\" Completely unaffected by the mushrooms poisonous attributes of hallucination."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"Might put this in a potion of some kind\" Dagon said flipping a mushroom in the air letting it fall back down into his hand. \"Well I lingered here long enough, I shall return home. See you 3 some other time then\" He waves them goodbye before finnaly walking away, his form becoming that of a red mist soon to dissappear."
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "Biaosheng smiled, pressing his hands together in delight at seeing the Wimdy immediately warm up to Xantara. Its smiled and trilled happily in her arms, its tail thumping against her arm excitedly at being cuddled like a baby. The Wimdy would look to Puffsie as she came up to them, twisting in Xantara's arms to crane its neck down towards the other god. Biaosheng nodded and gestured with his hand that it was okay, not like they needed the permission anyways. It made him glad to see other gods appreciating a creature he made.\n\n\"Of course. He is meant to be a friendly creature. Just be sure not to pull his feathers.\" Biaosheng would remind, almost in a fatherly-manner. The Wimdy trilled in greeting to Puffsie, squirming out of Xantara's arms to balance itself on Puffsie's shoulders.\n\nWhile Puffsie and Dagon did their own thing, Biaosheng would stick by Xantara's side with a wide grin, his own tail flicking side to side in gentle motions. \"It makes me glad to see I can bring joy to other gods. If I can do that with a mere creature, I can only hope I can do the same for my people.\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Xantara just watched them gently as she was a little sleepy. She leaned back into the grass, and her eyes just stared at the sky. She didn't really react too much. She just listened gently. Her eyes shine gently as she stared at the trees as well. She hummed a song as she just kept looking up.\n\nWhen Dagon returned she just acknowledged him with a smile. He brought a weird mushroom, she felt that same questioning in her heart once again. She used to float, but now she just fell down. She wasn't sure now... It was nice to spend time with others. She caressed the ground once again. The woman smiled. She wondered if she was even real, or something that was just... There. She didn't know how to feel.\n\nDagon offered the mushrooms, smiling gently. As Puffsie ate the mushroom, she sat up, looking at them, wondering if it would affect them. But it didn't. Dagon was sure someone who was curious by nature and loved to make potions. She waved goodbye to her sibling, and she just remained by Biaosheng's side. She loved creatures, and it was natural for animals to love her, after all, she was the goddess of motherhood. \n\n\"You will be able to, Biaosheng. My people are always happy, or high for the matter.\" She laughed, before opening a book she had. \"Here, I am creating a Kukulcán. It is very pretty. Look at it.\"\n\n\"Isn't she beautiful?\" She mentioned before shrugging and fixing her hair."
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Hearing Dagon's goodbyes, Puffsie turned around waving the same way they greeted the 3.\n\n\"Take care nameless dei- oop.. I mean Dagonn\" Intentionally making the mistake jokingly with a small smile, watching as he became a pillar of red mist and... Vanished. \n\nPuffsie reaching for their shoulders, gently caressing the Wimdy, turned at the same time back towards the two previously spoken to deities. Forming a chew toy out of clouds, Puffsie gifted it to the Wimdy, watching them play with it on their shoulder lightly giggling at the creatures reaction to this squeaky contraption. \n\n*A new creature?* Puffsie thought imagining something cute and cuddly, what they saw next on the book in front of them was beyond their initial speculations.\n\n\"Woahhh\" Puffsie whispered with curiosity, moving closer to the book attempting to get a better look. A creature of defined features, pink of love as should be coming from the Goddess of love, wings of fairy like properties and eyes like void gemstones on a peaking a white horizon. A fascinating creature of potential only limited by its creators desires. \n\n\"I love ittt, good job it's great..\" Puffsie admiring the design of the creature could only flatter the creator of such a masterpiece. *A little more fluff would be nice though* Lightly giggling to themselves."
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "\"High?\" Biaosheng quirked a brow, sitting down in the grass. He made sure to curl his tail up and onto his lap to avoid any other wandering gods from stepping on it. Though, with it in his lap now, he idly fussed with the fur and fluff of his dragon's tail, almost as if his subconscious was grooming it. \"I'm not sure if I want to know what you mean by that but happy people means you've been fulfilling your duties as a god splendidly.\"\n\nHe looked over at the book Xantara presented, going over the creature with a quizzical look. Just from looking at it alone, Biaosheng was questioning the creature's diet, how it survives, where it lives, natural predators, etc. \"What a peculiar design. It is a beautiful creature. May I suggest a thing or two?\" He'd glance at Xantara while pointing down at the page of the book.\n\nAs for the Wimdy on Puffsie's shoulder, it was more than happy to accept the new toy, chewing and gnawing on it with its little teeth. Sadly, the toy didn't last long with the Wimdy's beak-like mouth and sharp teeth. Small as it was, the creature was designed to be able to rip and shred rodents. The little 'wings' on the Wimdy started to droop, sad that the toy was now gone."
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Puffsie's dazzle at the seemingly perfect creation in their eyes, stopped. Hearing the light whimpers and feelings of sadness leaking onto their clouded shoulders.\n\nThe culprit? Being the fast made squeaky toy gifted to the Wimdy, chewed apart to its core. A flawed creation spotted by its creator, petting the creature once more.\n\n\"Ill make you something better silly don't be saddd..\" Radiating a charm of comfort and inner peace, the Wimdy calmed, watching as Puffsie paused their gentle strokes on its blue fluffy feathers, placing their palm horizontally.\n\n A spark of creation was seen, a cloud of grey formed concentrating into one spot, then another then another, till a toy of perfect size landed on their hand. Rougher bonds and stronger properties but same weight, placing this prototype of a toy in the hands of the Wimdy, Puffsie looked at it with appreciation of acceptance. *Enjoyyy*"
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "She smiled gently as the two of them looked over her creations. She loved making children. She just... Enjoyed it so much. Puffsie just fed her ego when creating creatures, and she smiled almost hugging Puffsie, but she didn't.\n\n\"Thank you Puffsie. You are very kind.\" She mentioned. Xantara then looked at Biaosheng who was still confused about being high. Yes. She had hallucination berries in her realm, which she gave to her mortals for them. Xantara loved everybody, the grass where he lay had left the form of him. For some reason when she looked at it, she ached. All she needed was a life in her shape.\n\n\"I would love that!\" Said Xantara as he mentioned, and the wind just came to mess with them once again. She loved it when others told her all of their suggestions. She loved it when they looked her way. Could they hear the bumblebees swarm? The goddess of love looked at them.\n\nThen she looked over at Puffsie smiling. Her mother nature shining through her, watching the little Wimdy take the toy. Honestly, she was super happy with meeting all of her siblings. Her eyes were gently caressing both of them.\n\nShe kept cool, she wanted to go down with them. \n\n\"I am glad I met you two.\""
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Warmth, a feeling well known by Puffsie, but not this kind. Turning towards the source Puffsie's tired smile remained, looking into the eyes of none of that the Goddess of Love. \n\n\"Super duper glaadd..\" Switching eye contact between Biaosheng and Xantara, the clouds around them fluffed once more. \n\nA place like no other was the gardens of Gaia, a feat difficult for even the Gods to come close to, comfort and friendship caused by the branches of this realm, flowing through the mind of Puffsie, gifted by their curiosity with 3 allies of which one still needs a bit working on.. But none the less a group of phenomenal Gods. \n\nSo the next words were of slight discomfort,\n\n\"It was fun meeting you twoo.. I came to explore and wanna go see what's at the top of the world tree so... I'll be leavingg..\" Puffsie stated guiltily, leaving and exploring instead of staying to talk felt selfish but their curiosity was begging them to..,hiding this feeling behind a tired smile. \n\n\"Ill come back after if ur still hereee, or I'll visit ur realms so no escaping mee\" Puffsie declared playfully pointing an arms at both God's simultaneously."
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "Biaosheng would gently lay his finger over the image, his sharp fingernail pointing at the creature's mouth. \"I'm unsure of what it eats but given its large size, it's too big to live off of nectar in spite of its insect-like appearance. If it survives off berries and nuts, it may do better with beak-like mouth, allowing them to crush the shells. If it survives off meat, a sharper beak would do.\"\n\nHe'd sit back after giving his suggestion with a small shrug. \"It's just a thought. Please don't feel like you have to take my comments into consideration. I do like the overall aesthetic and appearance, it has a very... Nurturing feeling to it. Like if it has children of its own, it would take very good care of them. It's suiting.\" Biaosheng grinned, revealing his fangs.\n\nThe Wimdy had dropped off her shoulder by now, sulking in the grass and nudging the broken toy with its snoot. When presented with the new toy, the Wimdy immediately perked up, jumping up and grabbing the toy in its mouth before bounding away towards its creator to show off its new toy. The Wimdy hopped into Biaosheng's lap, curling up behind the god's own tail and began gnawing on the toy. This one, the Wimdy found it harder to destroy, chewing the ends as the repeated motion would only start to sharpen its teeth.\n\nSeeing the Wimdy so happy, it made Biaosheng smile and laugh, bringing a hand to stroke the creature's back. \"I'm glad to have met you two as well. The most recent gods being born are... Well, not the most savory in personalities. Its good to know that benevolent gods still exist.\""
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Dropping their arms, Puffsie moved closer and gave the two deities a little hug, \"If you need me just say my nameee\" Puffsie stated slightly muffled by the hug, before starting to make their way up the tree once more. \n\n\"G'baiii\", Waving goodbye to the two deities and the Wimdy, Puffsie turned a corner and ascended up the world tree, pulling out the gift given by Xantara, lightly biting it and enjoying its balanced sweetness and sourness."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Xantara smiled, she loved that others felt loved by her. Her eyes shine gently as she shook her wings. Shaking the thoughts from her head. She bowed gently at Puffsie with a lovely look. She waved goodbye once Puffsie said they wanted to explore. The winged goddess smiled and just said.\n\n\"Be careful, and don't forget to have fun.\" She said as she gently caressed her legs. Her pink skin was being completely soft and lustrous, and her scent was contaminated by sweet pheromones. Then she turned her four eyes to Biaosheng, who was giving his advice. She listened carefully. She knew that it could be better that way.\n\n\"Actually, the Kukulcan are omnivorous, and the beak sounds pretty... Amazing. I will add it. After all, they will still eat meat. And they are great parents...\" She said, gently, her wings fluttering once again, watching him shrug. \"Oh Biaosheng, don't worry. I love taking advice. After all, I am a young goddess. I will take it into consideration. I love when people give me their opinions and insight.\" She mentioned, fixing her beautiful white dress.\n\nShe looked over at the Wimdy, and pets him gently. She smiled it. It was so... Cute. Xantara wondered if he would allow her to create some creatures like his. But thinking it through, she would need to respect his creator. The woman laughed gently. \n\n\"I try to be nice. After all, what mother isn't good?\" She mentioned. Xantara knew she had her own bad habits, and that sometimes she might manipulate others to get what she wanted. But only when it was necessary. Right now, it wasn't. \n\nThe goddess of love received the hug from Puffsie, and she hugged them back. \"You are so sweet Puffsie. Take care, sibling.\""
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "Biaosheng smiled and gave the fluffy-looking goddess a light pat on the back. \"Of course. I'll make sure we don't forget that.\"\n\nWaving her goodbye, Biaosheng watched Puffsie leave and disappear into the higher branches of the World Tree. \"What a lively goddess. You and her should work together. A goddess of love and a goddess of comfort? If you ask me, that's just asking for the ultimate combination of motherly love and affection.\" Biaosheng suggested with a little chuckle and a light-hearted shrug. He listened to what she said about the Kukulcan, nodding in additional thought now that he had that information.\n\n*An omnivore... Having a beak would allow for the both worlds. Though if it's hunting larger prey, a beak wouldn't be as efficient. I didn't see any claws either.* Biaosheng would think to himself, arms crossed as he started to get a few more ideas though he managed to stop himself before he completely intruded on another god's work. Wasn't his creature, he wouldn't dare dream of taking over its creation. At her comment about being a young god, Biaosheng would merely wave his hand in dismissal. \"Nonsense. Between the two of us, you in technicality hold seniority. I've only come into existence quite recently.\"\n\nThe Wimdy in Biaosheng's lap continued gnawing away at the toy, it's claws holding it still against its feathered chest. It paid no mind to Xantara's pets, quite focused on the new toy it received but the pets were certainly nice. Biaosheng would glance at Xantara with another shrug. \"Well, from where I see it, there are a variety of methods mothers use to teach and nurture their children. Some shower them in their care and others are more distant and brazen. Harsh, I believe could be used to describe the other but understanding and learning about hardship is a crucial lesson. A mother's duty is to protect, teach and prepare her child for the world, to pass down all that she has learned to her children so they may survive.\"\n\n\"Love comes in various forms. Some more caring and some more tough. But the one thing every good mother shares, is her love for her child, regardless of what she must sacrifice or face. In my opinion, that is what makes a true mother; when she is willing to sacrifice all she has so her child never has to know the pain of hunger or the chill of the cold.\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Sometimes she forgets how to be happy. But this moment, right here... Right now, made her feel like floating. She now knew what was she made for. What was she made for? Xantara loved seeing others smile. When he patted his back, it made her realize, she was real. Her hands shook for a moment. He mentioned working with Puffsie, and she laughed.\n\n\"I would love to. They are absolutely lovely.\" She said as she actually felt something. She was not very focused on her creation, but rather on Biaosheng's smile. When did it end all of her enjoyment? When she was with him, she felt happier. Xantara actually felt her heart beat faster. \"Well... I am not that much older than you.\" She laughed. Maybe a few days, or two. She was trying to think of something clever, to tell herself what to do.\n\nShe was actually amazed when Wimdy did not even look at her. It was such a beautiful creature. \"I know that. I love being a mother. Sometimes they are stubborn, but every child of mind is perfect in a way. I love them.\" She sighed with a smile. Her mortals were happy with her, and she truly believed she was raising them with a soft yet firm fist. \n\nAs she closed her eyes she could hear children screaming. Xantara looked away sadly. She saw her two babies who were now just blurry and faded memories. \n\n\"I don't know why. I just miss, my first babies.\" She mentioned. \"I don't know who they are, or where, or from when. I never had children before my birth... I don't know who they are. Yet, I miss them. I just know, something horrible happened to us.\"\n\nShe was so lonely. So she opened her heart, to hear the sounds of her children. Did her people want too much to? She didn't want pity, she just wanted somebody near her. Sometimes Xantara thought of herself as a coward, she knew no one would save her, she just needed someone to have warmth. The four eyed goddess would be alright, even if nobody was by her side. \n\n\"I would die a thousand life times for them again.\" Maybe that is why she was the goddess of motherhood. But... Who actually were they?"
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"author": "anthropoid1020",
"message": "Waldour would just sit there in peace alongside is sister, seeming almost like a completely normal boulder instead of the Rocky golem he is. While he was in such peace, he'd listen to the animals as they were all singing in their own little ways, or at least that is what he thought he heard.\n\n\"One day my wisdom will be equal to those trees, if not exceed them with experience from the lives I will see and knowledge I will gain of the universe.\" Waldour would calmly exhale as this garden filled him with not only joy but something that felt like purpose, the purpose to gain and share knowledge, help whoever needs it no matter what they've aligned to and always stay positive, this garden is truly magical..\n\n\"A voice, you say? I have heard only one voice and that was one who gave me my name, after that everything went silent inside my mind except for my own thoughts.\" Waldour looked at the trees in the distance, all so beautiful and majestic yet he felt like something was missing from the garden, he couldn't pinpoint what exactly but the garden felt slightly incomplete..\n\nWaldour turned to a flower nearby, one flower amongst a bunch of others and picked it up only to hand it over to his sister as a thank you for welcoming him to this wonderful world and to reply to one of her earlier sentences. \"If they call you crazy then it only means they haven't reached the same form of happiness as yourself and there is nothing as drifting too far because we all drift our own ways, you've drifted towards love and me.. I will drift towards my future with a smile on my face and neutrality as my sign.\"\n\nWaldour would proceed to hum a little song inspired by the animals, he didn't know if the humming was good or if it was bad but he'd hum either way, he felt like this garden needed a little second to join in on the humming to form a wonderful orchestra of nature."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Her eyes shone gently as she kept resting on the grass. In the back of her mind, she could hear a baby crying. Her eyes turned when Waldour said he would one day be as wise as the trees. Maybe he was right, after all for being just born, he was already pretty wise. Her hands caress her waist for a moment. \"I am sure you will.\" She mentioned with a sense of pride in her voice.\n\nShe was going to be by his side if he needed it. The goddess of love heard him, with patience, maybe he was too young to understand just yet. The woman smiled and just smiled at him with care. She didn't answer rather just laying in the ground just humming, he needed to understand it by himself, so she just nodded at his question. As she closed her eyes, she heard that child again. Who was that?\n\nXantara opened her four eyes, and she watched Waldour turn at a flower. His actions were so pure and she took it in her grasp. The flower was so beautiful, that this caused Xantara to sit up, and chuckle. \"Thank you, my dear brother. I am sure... Your future is filled with brightness and peace... Do what you must do to achieve it, my boy!\" She said, her voice shaking, as she got a little emotional, and her four eyes were filled with tears. The goddess of motherhood was very sensitive, after all, it was in her nature. He immediately gained a spot in her heart.\n\nShe looked at the flower, with a big smile on her face, and she gently hugged the boulder. He was rocky, but... Perfect. Smooth in some areas, and a little bumpy in others. And he was actually very peaceful. Once she hugged him, Xantara could produce immediate warmth on others, even extasis, depending on the god. The pheromones in the air rose, impregnating it with the smell of flowers, and that made her tears roll down her cheeks, and fall directly on the ground.\n\nAs that pink tear fell on the grass, the earth moved, creating a little pink butterfly, like those that were inside her realm. The woman looked at the mountain once again, as the beautiful garden hid in its symphony, showing the true song of nature and peace.\n\nShe closed her eyes smelling the flower. Once again, she heard that baby, and her voice, whispering to it.\n\n\"My baby... \" She mentioned, before looking at Waldour. \"I am glad you were born, Waldour, do you have any plans for the future?\" Her wings flickered, leaving a pixie dust trail under them. Her heart was so soft, and weak, a heart that could be easily broken.\n\nThe goddess of love kept staring at the flower. It was beautiful. The smell reminded her of a dark puddle of crimson. Xantara was going to take care of that flower forever."
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"author": "thecoolestidiot08",
"message": "*Kairos has sat quietly listening to the two of them talk. He gently picked up a flower and breathed in it's beautiful scent. Even though it was picked from out of the garden it seemed to bloom bigger and more beautiful.* \"Flowers are strange things... When I'm like this... They bloom all sorts of colors. Yet if I'm in my Winter form they wither...\" *He dug out a small chunk of dirt and placed a flower inside of the dug out space. He covered the flower with the dirt and placed his hand on top of the tiny mound. Two of the same flowers bloomed from under the mound.*\n\n*As Waldour hummed the melody. He attempted the humming. While he and the Friendly Giant were creating a beautiful melody the flowers around the trio began growing at an exponential rate.* \"A voice in our head is what leads us to our... Life path? When would it essentially happen to Waldour and I?\" *He pondered the question. Since he had two states the form of the cold and secluded winter would speak in his head.*\n\n*He inhaled the fresh scents of the flowers and laid down in the grass and shut his eyes. He resumed humming Waldour's graceful melody. And continued to listen to the love goddess and the lord of evolution communicate.*"
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"author": "anthropoid1020",
"message": "Waldour would realize what the garden was missing... It was missing the rest of the universe, the garden was isolated from the rest of the realms but connecting it to them physically would also mean that it could one day end in dismay which gave Waldour a slight frown for a second.\n\nWaldour would stop thinking about the horrible things that could happen to the garden if it were to be 'completed'. He'd hear his sister talk about a child and turn his head towards her but stay silent as he then answered her question. \"The future? I do not control everything that will happen in my future so creating a big plan would not be ideal but I guess what I would like to do is travel across the realms and watch life... Watch it all grow and pass in an infinite loop and see what the different species do to advance throughout their own population and then be felled by something stronger. From that, I will gain knowledge and with that knowledge, I can help whoever is brave enough to communicate with me.\"\n\nWaldour would turn to his seasonal brother with a smile, happy to know that there is somebody who is as new as him into this world. He'd then stand up and look at the two with a smile on his face. \"It is my time to wander onward into the unknowns of the universe. If you are to ever need me, stand near a stone of any size, close your eyes and say my full name.\" Waldour had a feeling that doing so would bring him to whoever called upon him, hopefully his feeling would be correct. He'd then proceed to walk away in a random direction and wave at them as a goodbye, he was happy he had such a wonderful family and even more to meet in the future."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Xantara looked at one of her brothers. She smiled. \"Blooming. Such a beautiful word.\" Said the love goddess. Her hands caressed the flower she was gifted, and watched Kairos bloom all of those flowers. It sure was curious how he did that. Xantara could do very weird things which, she was not going to show off now. Her hands were pink and scaly and as they hummed together, the goddess smiled. \n\nShe didn't answer their question. They needed to figure it out by themselves. The woman gently caressed her hair, and opened her wings. The smell of flowers was beautiful, still, her own strong aroma impregnated the air. It was enough to sedate an elephant. Her four eyes were attempting to understand Kairos... Wither and life. She knew about that. After all, she had carried her creatures inside her. When Waldour frowned, Xantara looked at him. She didn't understand whay was wrong with him, but when she was about to ask, he stood up.\n\nHe didn't give her any time, to let her learn about him. As he mentioned the method to call him, Xantara followed behind him for a moment before saying.\n\n\"Will do, dearie.\" Her voice was a little bit more quiet, but it didn't matter. Xantara smiled. She waved as he left, saying goodbye. Once he left she turned to Kairous. Her wings moving.\n\n\"Maybe we should get going as well child. You have so much to learn, baby.\" She said with care in her voice."
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"author": "thecoolestidiot08",
"message": "\"Bye, brother! I'll make sure to call you so we can have all sorts of fun!\" *He waved to Waldour as a gesture of goodbye. He kept humming the melody, until Xantara said they should get going.*\n\n*His face reddened. All his hyper and warm energy suddenly shattered as he got nervous.* \"R-right yeah we should totally go... Heh...\" *He scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out what words he should say without totally screwing up.* \"So, what am I gonna learn?\" *He stood up and stretched his arms and legs.*"
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "For the people within Midagha, Kars is \"Slumbering\" In a piramid-esque chamber deep within the golden Palace but little did they know, he is observing them, to see if they can survive without their god. The foundations are laid and the people are educated well by him yet there are doubts that had to be checked. He arrived at the gardens of Gaia, taking a deep breath.\n\nThe scene was calming, it allowed Kars to stop being anxious. He decided to enjoy himself and his current form, walking around with the robe he made by himself. The god and his artifact glowed with the sun, like a gold plated marble statue.\n\n\"A delicious fruit, must pick it.\"\n\nHe thought as he plucked a random fruit and ate it. A man of trades and fairness won't just steal like that, he touched the tree dearly and planted its seed. A rather goofy action but that's just how Kars think."
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"author": "nox1644",
"message": "Sat across from the newcomer, was a rather pale and young-looking lad, his back resting against a tree. He was enjoying the coolness of the shade when a certain Kars entered the scene, it was a spectacle that he had somehow remained unnoticed by them, despite sitting in plain sight. But maybe they were purposely leaving him be? Whatever it was, he just slowly rocked left and right, occasionally glancing towards his beloved mother standing tall over them all..\n\nThe stranger decided to leave the other be to their own business, even if that business involved munching away at whatever fruit was seen by the guy. He began running his finger through the grass below, occasionally picking up a flower and just staring at the thing. They were all ever-so peculiar.. He was thinking of adding some flora to his own realm, oh - how it'd pretty things up. Maybe a flower that could emit a chilling mist would work well. Or maybe he could make a tree with routes spanning the entire length of the realm - providing more control for Nox.. All of these ideas, yet little understanding regarding the intricacies of plant life. He needed to research these things, his focus originally being on the Senchi and the varying sentinels that guard them.\n\nHe gave the other man a quick glance before once again scheming away, experimenting with creating all forms of flowers. He initially began with creating a simple rose from the palm of his hand.. Whilst its colour was gorgeous, it wasn't up to Nox's standard.. He could do better. And so he tried again, another rose now taking its place, this time fitted with a darker red. It let off that chilling mist he was thinking of earlier.. But it still felt wrong.. He wasn't satisfied with what he had made..\n\nSo he tried again. And again. And again.."
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"author": "hiura3535",
"message": "\"Ohh pretty flowers\"\n\nHe saw the flowers in this garden. Such flowers would bring a fortune in Midagha, as he know the exact value of these things with a glance. The flower bring an artsy atmosphere and inspired him to make one of his own. Clear pistil and petals, splitting light into rainbows like a prism. There will be only one of this flower as it will not reproduce. He tied the flowers into his left hand as sunlight passed through it, his hand is now glowing with colorful rainbows. \n\nHe wandered around the same place to find a place to plant the rain ow flower but ultimate decided to keep it. All of this time not paying any attention one the godly essence around him or the fact that there is someone around. He found a ladybug and thought about loneliness, then realised he wasn't alone here.\n\n\"Oh hi, I literally didn't notice you, Nox. How are you.\"\n\nHe greeted Nox and gave him a wave. His hand holding plants he picked for fun."
},
{
"author": "nox1644",
"message": "His face slowly contorted to one of disgust as his voice filled his ears, that damn sound.. It was dreadful. There really wasn't anything wrong with his voice, it was just the sound that disgusted him ever-so much. As if it were instinctual, he snapped his fingers - and in that very moment, everything seemed to grow deathly quiet, as if he had just murdered the very sound in the area. Anything that could make sound, just didn't. This would include Kars's voice.. He truly, truly hated sound. But if he couldn't hear, then he wouldn't be able to distinguish sounds from silence.\n\nNox's voice would soon ring out from within his head, the god now using telepathy.\n\n\"Kars.. Your thoughts, not your words.. You should know how dearly I despise sound. But besides being a little frustrated.. I'm fine.\"\n\nThe rose in Nox's hand would wilt and die, reducing to nothing but ash and, as quickly as it had perished, it would be brushed away by the oncoming breeze - never to be seen again. But Nox's depressed, melancholic, despair-ridden face continued to hold still. It was his thing to look sad and cold, so much so he may have, at times, been confused for an avatar of the god of melancholy. But no, Nox was who he was because he was never taught how to feel anything else. He never had anyone to tell him how to smile on his own accord, just himself and people thriving off of what he knows."
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "Closer to the centre of the upper tree, atop the main trunk, there is only what could be called a great hall. With flooring of natural wood, and tables made of large leaves and branches, it can be thought of almost as a divine tree house. Various woody offshoots lead in and out, allowing easy passage to other parts of the tree. Aside from this hall acts the primary meeting area for deities. Many gods might leave a small fragment of themselves here, simply to converse with their divine kin.\n\nThis room has one other core feature. A simple water clock. It, and the grains of the roots around it, seems to be the only reliable measure of time for the gods. A consistent natural phenomenon manifested by Gaia. See for more detail.\n\nTo a god, The Tree of Gaia is not indestructible. Any part of the tree, particularly furniture, can be broken. However, it will simply regenerate and regrow soon after. The more damage is incurred, the faster it regrows. Such an act is unadvised, as it is likely to draw the ire of one's kin. Most deities feel a visceral aversion to harming Gaia in any way."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "As he made his way down the branches of Gaia, Wyrd found himself on a path which seemed to lead into... Something. He paused a moment, his hoof raised lightly off of the ground as he considered what might possible lie within. Whatever it was, the god doubted it would prove dangerous, so he stepped inside. \n\nWhatever he had been expecting, this wasn't it. The great hall was magnificent, equal parts natural and artificial. As he crossed the threshold, Wyrd examined the unusual place, his gaze was inevitably drawn to the main feature: the clock.\n\nSomehow, it's existence made perfect sense to the god. Moments ago, time had been something he hadn't even considered. It was arbitrary. Things happened in the past and would happen in the future, all else was irrelevant. But now, it suddenly had meaning. Three cycles in... Curious. \n\nTurning away from the world clock, the great deer explored the furnishings of the hall. Much of it appeared to be suited for his smaller siblings, chairs small enough for him to cover with his whole hoof and tables not even reaching his knee. However, he was not without a spot. A section of the table was significantly raised above the rest, and before it was a bed of thickly-brown grass. \n\nAs if compelled by the presence of the spot, Wyrd lumbered over and settled down. It was at perfect height, the table reaching the base of his neck while laying down. If he were so inclined, he could have split open his seam and reach out a claw, grabbing whatever was placed on the table in the same manner that the smaller deities would grab a mug or cutlery. In Wyrd's heart, he knew that this was always going to be the case. Gaia would always provide for her children."
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "\"Awwww... I was enjoying the journey. Wake up- wake up up uuuup!!!\" Wyrd felt a pulling at his horns for a moment, before a weight was removed from his back. Beside him, Silly fell, hopping from her perch and down to a branchy bench. How long had she been riding him? Hadn't he left her back at the upper branches? Even Silly didn't know the answer to these questions. Or if she did, she'd already forgotten. \n\nDramatically, the clowning girl fell back onto the table, causing some loose wood mugs to clatter about. She kicked her legs, clutched over her heart, then looked at Wyrd with her most serious expression. \"I am but a poor child, Mr. Deer. I can scarcely hope to traverse alone. My legs ache, and I can support my weight no longer. Please, I beseech you, be my noble steed-\"\n\nWith a sharp breath, Silly fell limp. Only to immediately sit up a split second later with enough force to give any mortal crippling whiplash. \"Are deers steeds? Are you a deer? What do you call a deer steed? Oh oh. I forgot! You need a saddle toooo! Or... I know!\" \n\n\"We can make you some friends! But you can't be looking so spooky, Mister.\" Hopping up onto her knees, she began to start pulling puffy red clown noses out of thin air, placing them on Wyrd's antlers like Christmas tree ornaments. Each one blunted a sharp tip."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd was not a god who startled easily, but he was still extremely surprised when he realised that the little clown goddess had been on his back the whole time. Or perhaps she had just manifested there on her own, it was hard to tell with that one.\n\nThe god slowly rose to his feet as Silly got to work dulling his antlers, careful not to move too quickly and risk hurting the mischievous goddess. \n\n\"You may ride on my back if you wish, little sister. You already were before asking...\" Wyrd rumbled, his eyes trying to follow her erratic movements and quickly failing. \n\n\"I can go greet the other deities too, if you insist. Must you really blunt my antlers, though?\" Wyrd said, a little exasperated, though he made no effort to stop the silly goddess from going about her work."
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "\"Mhmm! It's important work! Fluffy red is a happy colour so when you meet everyone, they'll be happy to see you!\" Silly nodded solemnly, agreeing with herself as if she'd revealed a great philosophical truth. She then sprung back up to her feet, jumped up into the air... And didn't come back down.\n\nAny observer that might try to follow her trajectory would lose sight fast. She simply zoomed out of the field of view. But, in any resulting confusion, Wyrd would feel a little tap on his head, and a weight shift on his back. A weight that - just like when Silly first rode him - he'd never noticed its initial arrival. Not exactly, at least. \"Come ooooon! Let's gooooo! There's so many gods to see. You should check out the uuuh-\"\n\nSilly paused, then giggled to herself. \"Hey hey, guess what.\""
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Not the most socially adept god, Wyrd deigned to simply trust in his little sister's words, no matter how much he doubted the power of 'fluffy red'. The god hopelessly tried to follow her movement out of his vision but quickly gave up.\n\nFeeling her weight on his back once more, the great deer gently rose to his feet, careful not to jostle her around too much, though part of him suspected she might enjoy the chaos of a sudden ascent. \n\n\"Yes, yes, I'm going.\" Wyrd agreed as he began to make his way out of the great hall once more. As Silly asked him to guess what, however, he paused. The god wasn't sure where this was going, and knowing her (in the brief time he HAD known her), it was going to be something absurd.\n\n\"...What?\""
},
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "With intense restraint, Silly had held back her laughter as she awaited Wyrd's response. This was perfect. Her magnum opus after mere cycles from her birth. A joke that could be reused for millennia.\n\nAs Wyrd's 'what' finally came, she hunched forward and twisted so as to speak the profound answer into his ear.\n\n\"Chicken butt.\"\n\nAnd with a pop of confetti, she was gone."
},
{
"author": "reiteration6",
"message": "Two incarnations of China drift through the doorway into the great hall, just as another deity appears about to depart. The rightmost incarnation has three pairs of arms, whilst the left has merely two pairs, yet they are otherwise identical.\n\nChina recognises the second born, an enormous quadruped with a stone face. He also spots some confetti scattered about, which he doesn't think really matches this one's general vibe, so he presumes that there was another here at one point, though they appear to have departed for now.\n\n\"Well met, second born.\" The left says without speaking.\n\n\"I am China.\" The right adds, despite his lack of a mouth."
},
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Shaking his head in an attempt to displace some of the confetti and clown noses, Wyrd turned to the two identical strangers, peering at them curiously. \n\nFor an instant, the god wondered why the strange new deity had addressed him in such a way. A moment later, something clicked internally, and he realised that this must be his elder sibling.\n\n\"Well met, elder brother.\" Wyrd responded, lowering his head in a reverent bow which was slightly sullied by the puffy red balls attached to his antlers. \"I am Wyrd.\""
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"author": "reiteration6",
"message": "\"A good name.\" One China comments, nodding absently, \"Wyrd, of us all, you feel to me to be the one most closely connected to mother. I would even say perhaps you may have been better suited to being her firstborn than I.\"\n\nThe two incarnations share a glance, then second says, \"Yet whether through a mere quirk of fate or for some greater reason, we were born as we were, and I will not shirk the responsibility of my position. As eldest, I have taken it upon myself to watch over the younger ones. Thus, this.\"\n\nAs he gestures towards his duplicate, the first speaker picks up the conversation, \"I have split myself from one into many. This feels somehow *Right* For me, yet it does not come without cost. I can better watch over our siblings, but I am weakened. In this state, I lack the might to interfere, should anything go awry. So if there should come a time when our little brothers, sisters and others require a strong elder sibling in their time of need, can I count on you to support them?\""
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd lowered his head in another bow, pride filling his chest at the words of the older god. \n\n\"I think you, China, but you sell yourself short. Such dedication and selflessness. I could scarcely hope for a better older brother, and Gaia could scarcely hope for a better firstborn.\"\n\nThe great deer craned his neck in an attempt to peer out the numerous entrances to the hall and see their numerous younger siblings. So chaotic and energetic, he had little doubt that someday they would need the steadfast presence of an elder sibling.\n\n\"Of course, brother. You have my word. If the younger ones ever have need of me, I will be there for them.\""
},
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"author": "reiteration6",
"message": "Had they had a mouth between them, the incarnations would have smiled at Wyrd's praise. As it was, they bowed their heads in unison, and each muttered his thanks. In contrast to their previous speech, they did not alternate, but accidentally spoke over one another, rendering the words an indecipherable jumble.\n\nAn awkward moment of silence followed, which was at last broken when the rightmost incarnation made a sound like clearing his throat, then spoke again, resolutely ignoring that flustered misstep, \"Your kind words are as appreciated as they are unexpected. More importantly, though, you have my thanks for your commitment.\"\n\nThe other interjected then, his expressionless face thankfully incapable of showing embarrassment, \"I will depart now, and not impose upon you any longer.\"\n\nAs one, the pair swivelled around and began drifting off, back the way they came."
},
{
"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "A shadow walks its way from the upper branches passing by the quickly leaving god. As it moves, it interacts oddly with its surroundings, bending light into itself, leaving nothing but a void where something should be. You could assume this was the same god known as Paranoia, though their form has diverged since talking to Silly. If Wyrd is aware of the different levels of Yggdrasil, maybe through pure instinct/connection to Yggdrasil, they could tell that Para has already begun to split up and explore.\n\nParanoia would come to a stop in front of the simple clock. Looking upon it as if casually reading the time, Para stands, studying the simple mechanism. As it would seem right now, Para hadn't noticed Wyrd as a featureless face remained glued to the clock, but that train of thought would be short-lived as Paranoia began to speak, \"From what I can tell so far, this is the only place that has a clock.\"\n\n\"Though I don't think there is an agreed-upon measure of time yet.\" The black mass blabs aloud, its form beginning to soften as it relaxes and sits on the ground in front of the clock.\n\n\"Don't you think that's a little impossible?\" Para pins the question on Wyrd, not a hint of decorum as they continue to watch the clock. Whether he answered or if he thought the question was rhetorical, Para remained fixated on the clock, and an air of fascination surrounded their current form. Hopefully, manners were optional among gods because Para invited themselves to talk."
},
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd regarded the living void silently for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant by 'impossible' in this case.\n\n\"I don't follow.\" The god responded after a short while, turning to face the clock as well. \"Are you asking if it is impossible to have a clock without an agreed-upon sense of time?\"\n\nFrankly, Wyrd found the question to be slightly absurd. Perhaps, one could expect a clock to be created based on a collectively agreed upon time, a subjective one, this was not the case when Gaia was involved.\n\n\"Regardless of the fact that we gods haven't agreed on time, it appears that Gaia has, and isn't that really all that matters?\""
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"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "*Hehehe* \"I guess you're right. Doesn't really need to make sense since we're the ones who give things context.\" Para sounded reassured in some fashion. Maybe they were worried about how things didn't make sense but worked nonetheless. An odd worry to come from an embodied paradox. Deep down inside, fragments of predetermined logic and objects clouded his thoughts. No, *Their* Thoughts. \n\n\"Wyrd. You know why Gaia chose to make us how we are?\" Words manifested while Para blankly stared down at the clock. Moving a hand to where their chest should be if they were humanoid. Para was obviously thinking of something, but reading their emotions is difficult due to their nature and current form."
},
{
"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "\"Hmm, I do not know. And I do not intend to question it.\" Wyrd stated simply. He knew that they were made to create, though he wasn't certain why the gods were so varied and different from one another in both form and personality.\n\n\"You ask me as if you have a theory yourself. Do you harbour suspicions about why were made as we were?\" The great deer inquired. His tone was mostly just curious, though a small part of him was unsure of where Para was going with this, and whether he wanted to hear it."
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"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "*In the infinite possibilities, Wyrd chooses to console the alien god. Not the possibility I proposed, but one that seems like the natural course of action. This will not be the last time I try to tempt the hands that write our stories, but for now, I'll let Paranoia have a role model they can look up to. I shall now go back to rest.*\n\nParanoia wipes away tears from their face as they look at Wyrd. The lack of a face is probably concerning if not for them both being monstrous gods. Nonetheless, with no facial features, Wyrd could tell there was a slightly nervous smile on Para's face. Even if all their problems aren't entirely figured out, \"It helps that you're here.\" Para says softly as they lean against Wyrd's form. Though presumably, they're the embodiment of the void, there still is some weight to them. Hopefully, that feeling of helplessness is elevated as Para expresses their relief that Wyrd is there to listen since it's not always what you can do to help, but just being there to try and help. \n\nMoments would pass, only the clock before them to count the moments as they gave. Para would then say, \"I think I'm ready to head out.\" Para seemed to have recovered from their little anxiety attack or whatever it was. \n\n\"I was planning on leaving a little part of myself here to keep track of the time, but now I also wanna give you this.\" Paranoia would extend a hand and offer up the little black ball. The ball would shortly form eyes and look to Wyrd.\n\n\"This is a small piece of myself. If I ever wanna talk, this can notify you and vice versa.\" Para would toss it so it could land on their head, \"I don't know, but you probably want to explore and create your own lands soon. You can't really do that from here. Well, I guess you could?\" As Para rambles, they'd seem to stroke their chin, \"To be honest, we're capable of nearly anything. That aside, I'm sure you don't want to stay here for much longer.\" Para would say in conclusion."
},
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd gratefully accepted the small fragment of Para, allowing it to land on his head. He wasn't sure exactly where it went after it landed, possibly hiding among his mane or climbing about his antlers, but as long as he was sure it was there and safe it mattered little what it did.\n\n\"Hrmm... Yes, I suppose I should venture down with the mortals and other gods so I may start creating.\" The great deer said, a hint of sadness in his voice at the prospect of having to leave Yggdrasil behind. Still, he had a purpose to fulfil, and he wouldn't be fulfilling it by clinging to his mother. Turning back to the void god, Wyrd lowered his head in a respectful bow as he began to rise back to his feet. \n\n\"I'm glad you are feeling better now Paranoia...\" Wyrd trailed off for a moment, considering his words. \"Or perhaps I should simply call you 'Para' instead. Whatever the case, I am glad to have met you. I wish you good fortune on your journeys and with your creations. May we meet again.\""
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"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "\"Thanks, Wyrd. I hope you make many wonderful things in the name of Gaia.\" Paranoia remarks as Wyrd takes their leave. Though this meeting has ended, Para knows that this won't be the last they see of Wyrd; sooner or later, Para might check out Wyrd's creations when they're ready. But until then, Paranoia will figure out what is going on with themselves first. \n\nIf Wyrd takes a final look at Paranoia as they leave, they'd see Para slowly dissolve into the room's shadows. Paranoia would stand and turn to Wyrd before they leave entirely and wave them off. As a feeling in the hall of heroes would suggest, a fragment of Para remains, but most of the divinity has departed to explore."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Preparations were going just as smoothly as expected. Slow, sure, but no major hitches so far. But of course, she had hit the part of her plans that she had been dreading most. *Socializing.* If she were to convince others to aid her in her endeavors, she'd need to sell it, which meant she's need to put herself out there... The shadows in the hall seemed to grow darker for a moment, flowing as though like water. They coalesced, swirling together to form a humanoid shape before dropping away, revealing Vivienne, awkwardly standing to one side. She fidgeted slightly in her spot, taking a moment to brush off some of the magic crystals that had formed over her while she had been... *Taking a look at her dream land.* After a quick, hesitant look around the hall, she took a seat in the nearest chair, and produced a small crystal in her hands to tinker with while she steeled herself before approaching someone. This would be yet another creature, but first she had to decide what to make."
},
{
"author": "doctorswagmd",
"message": "Haventar had moved carelessly about the floor, examining the furniture of the room he found himself. He nudged a chair significantly out of place and watched tentatively as it returned to its position. Finding joy in this little game, he continued to push objects and watch them move back into place. He moved across the floor, testing every object to see if it followed suit, watching with a clear look of fascination, despite his expressionless appearance. In his prodding, Haventar had drifted closer and closer to the newly arrived deity, still not aware he had company. Arriving at the fixtures adjacent to her table, he prodded the furniture with a boney digit and watched it, again, return as all the others had. Haventar promptly moved over to the next one and absentmindedly poked the deity as she worked on her new creation. As he began to move on, he stopped short and appeared to have at last realized he was not alone, and turned back to see who it was he had just poked."
},
{
"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Having hid herself thoroughly under her hat, eyes so transfixed on the living crystals in front of her, Vivienne hadn't had the slightest idea someone was approaching her, even if unintentionally. So when the bony finger jammed against her arm, she nearly, silently, jumped out of her skin, nothing but a panicked hum slipping out from behind her lips. Her head snapped to the side, deftly returning the crystal to her sleeve. \"Ah, he-hello-,\" She managed to squeak out, before freezing up at the sight of him just walking away. *Had he not noticed her?* She awkwardly fidgeted with one of her antennae. Then, he stopped, as if beset by a realization, and turned, and in response, the dream god simply smiled weakly, and tried again. \"Um, hi. My name is Vivienne, it's a pleasure to meet you?\" With her nervous tone, it almost sounded more like a question than a statement."
},
{
"author": "doctorswagmd",
"message": "Holding silent for a moment, possibly pondering a response, Haventar stuck out a skeletal hand to shake Vivienne's hand. **\"Haventar.\"** His voice was low, in an apologetic, bashful tone, perhaps to make up for startling her. With no muscles to form words and phrases, Haventar simply dropped his jaw and the words came out, a slight echo trailing behind them. **\"Do you also feel it?\"** He seemed to ask aloud, to some disembodied third party. **\"This place, it lives.\"** Haventar's voice became stronger and more confident as he spoke. **\"It feels old, and powerful. Very familiar...\"** He muttered the last phrase, he seemed to have lost focus of the situation and began relishing in his surroundings again, almost spot lit by the energy radiating off of Yggdrasil."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "\"Ah...\" A small, almost confused sound snuck past Vivienne's lips, the witch's head lowering to deliberate on the statement a bit. It seemed a little obvious, it *Was* A big, divine tree. Of course it was alive. If it wasn't, she wouldn't be here either. But she doubted that was what he meant. Old. Powerful. Familiar. The word choice the skeletal deity had used rang through her head. Her antennae twitched. She thought back to question Ayame posed in the shared dream a bit back. Why did some deities seem to have memories of things that never happened? Why were they born with those memories? It was a question she was not expecting to find an answer to, but she could spitball a few theories. The most likely being...\n\n*Ahhh*\n\nThe dream deity looked up as though struck by a revelation. *She was clearly overthinking all of this.* \"The gentle pressure of divine power in the air,\" Vivienne finally spoke up, gesturing with one of her hands. \"I modeled my land with it in mind. Tis a stark reminder, it was here before all of us, and will be here long after all of us. Though one I take care not to think about all that often. Being reminded of my mortality...\" She trailed off, mind flashing back to that decayed forest, and that rattling voice like the world itself speaking. \"... Rarely does me any good.\""
},
{
"author": "spasminos",
"message": "*Unity had not explored this part of the tree. Since his birth and inception, he had created his small realm of mortals, as his power needed, and only then was he capable of exploring and meeting others. And so, Unity coalesced all but two of his minds into one, solidifying in the air at the entrance to the Hall as if the air itself decided to grow a form.*\n\n*Currently Unity projected into his Army General visage, dressed in a dark green officer's uniform with a variety of medals on his left breast. Two abstract eagle drawings adorned his shoulders as unit patches, stitched on delicately. He walked with purpose and confidence, a smile on his face as he explored the realm.*\n\n*It did not take long for him to discover the unique properties of the furniture in this room, and after a few moments his breath hitched as he stared up and it felt like the halls ever continued upwards.*\n\n*It took him a long while to find the other two deities, and he was surprised there were only two others. But, Unity, as befit his nature, put on a smile and strode over, studying both figures without malice or judgement. He hoped to further a brotherhood, and his divine aspects were screaming at his once-mortal instincts to shut up and stay silent.*\n\n\"Hello!\""
},
{
"author": "djhonore",
"message": "*Aarus floats in and immediately bear hugs Vivienne and Unity together* \"What are we all working on in here?\""
},
{
"author": "doctorswagmd",
"message": "**\"Your land?\"** Drawn back to reality by this, Haventar sounded confused and interested at the prospect of land. **\"There is land beyond this...\"** His voiced trailed off as he thought about the prospective future he may reach. Coming back from his thinking, Haventar seemed to relish the discussion of mortality. **\"All must sleep in the end. There is no good in lingering forever. But this tree.\"** His tone soured. **\"It vexes me. I do not want it to die. But it is an unnatural thing, to live forever. A curious dilemma.\"** Haventar shifted back and forth between disdain for the idea of immortality, and appreciation of Yggdrasil's existence. Now noticing the arrival of two other deities, he turned and faced them. **\"Well met travelers, who are you two?\"**"
},
{
"author": "djhonore",
"message": "\"I am Aarus, God of Merriment and Dedication, and Lord of the Land of Joy.\" Aarus immediately bear hugs Haventar* \"And frequent bear hugger\""
},
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "\"Did somebody call for a parrr-tayy?!\" The head of a very lively girl popped out through the gaps within the branches that made up the hall's floor. \"I'm good at parties! I think Dezód is better,\" She paused, then sprung up high through the gap, then leant forward close to Vivienne in particular. \"But...\" She moved closer still, uncomfortably close, then moved her hands up to cup her voice like a whisper...\n\n\"ORANGES!\" She shouted, widening her eyes and acting so shocked with her own voice that she bounced backwards. She flipped in the air, hitting the ground head-first. Only, her hat seemed to brace her, and rippled like rubber, sending the goddess springing up into the branchy rafters with impossible force.\n\nAs the moments passed, she didn't fall back down. And when the other gods would move to look down from the ceiling, they'd see Silly sitting on a stool beside Vivienne. Even if one were looking in that direction, it was impossible to know when she got there. She'd seem to just... Slip out from behind the moth-loving god. \n\n\"Hi!\"\n```\nSbeeby hours so dont expect much from me until tomorrow.\n```"
},
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"author": "djhonore",
"message": "*Aarus giggles at Silly's antics, then promptly walks over and bear hugs her* \"I think you and I are going to get along swimmingly\""
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "And then Silly is gone. Poofed. Aarus only grabs a mound of biodegradable confetti that soon falls out of his hands like sand through loose fingers. \n\nThen, a scream can be heard. A falling scream. Followed by a crash. Through the very ceiling she escaped through earlier, Silly fell, landing slap bang atop Aarus and gifting him a brief hug. She was near weightless, and it was like having a balloon of air being dropped upon him. As before, she bounced back up, pirouetted in the air, and sat down atop a new stool once again.\n\n\"Hi!\" She repeated to the divine gathering.\n```\nI go sleep. Figured I'd give Aarus this much because he's wanted it since he joined lol.\n```"
},
{
"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "This was already getting quite out of hand. Haventar spooking her earlier had alone been manageable, but between the double arrival of Unity (here and in her realm), and the sudden crushing hug by another deity... *Then came true chaos.* An absolute bundle of excitement burst forth from the floorboards, and in that moment, Vivienne had never felt more exhausted. She slumped, closing her eyes and absentmindedly running her hands over her antennae, tuning out the world for a sec in the hopes it'd help her process anything better. The *Thunk* Of a pair of boots on the ground near her pulled her from her thoughts, and she looked back up. Her body froze, her breath caught in her throat, one single, deafeningly loud thought blasting through her mind like a thunderclap.\n\n*She's. So. Pretty.*\n\nIn an instant, a blush had spread evenly across her cheeks, but her body refused to move, to hide beneath her hat. She was simply transfixed, as Silly leaned closer and closer, moving in for a whisper so close she could swear she could feel her breath. Her poor heart couldn't take it. And then the shout shattered any ounce of serenity still left. Biting back a scream of her own, the dream deity pulled her hat down to cover her face, wings fluttering a bit behind her. \"Yeah. Hi. Pleased to meet you.\" Her voice, muffled by the hat, was barely audible. Her face was still so red...\n\n*Ah, I want to disappear-*"
},
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"author": "spasminos",
"message": "*Unity laughed in amusement and had to remind himself to remain composed. He was caught off guard by the hug, but accurately placed that this was the Aaruns' deity. Prepared, he hugged back, but wasn't expecting being pressed against Vivienne either. Watching the scene unfold from there, he instinctually lifted into a hover and moved away from the contact with the two deities. He watched as Silly was hugged- and then she unhugged herself- and * **Then** *Made eye contact with Haventar, shaking his head, bemused.*\n\n\"What fun. And your principles, God of Rest, are peculiar to me and yet I find myself agreeing. Perhaps we shall speak on this later?\"\n\n*He had to direct his voice to the God over the noise of the room currently, but in another land at the time he heard Vivienne's purpose. And so he looked to her, curiosity on his face and that infectious smile growing.*\n\n\"But I believe that we have a goal here? Care to explain?\""
},
{
"author": "zoul_nightwing",
"message": "*Zoul looked around holding his hands behind his back walking through he sees the world clock his mouth pops open in amazement his eyes wide* \"This is beautiful\" *He places his hand on one of the trunks in this room as he feels pulses of something as he realises this is one living thing* \"Something very powerful created this\"\n\n*He decides to sit down and watch the clock tick his tail wagging mesmerized not knowing what to do next* \"This is true power, true peace and true beauty\""
},
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"author": "doctorswagmd",
"message": "Seemingly unfazed by the burst of activity in the room, Haventar singled out Unity's comments among the racket. **\"My principles? I do not understand.\"** He glided forward past the others, coming to be in front of the Unity God. **\"And who are you? I have met very few in this realm.\"** Haventar looked around, watching the multiple new deities arrive, some strange and small child-like thing bounce all over the place. The vibrancy of his surroundings didn't draw out any reaction from it but he seemed to be waiting for it to end, his nature getting the better of him. Turning back to Unity, **\"There is a goal in mind? What is there to achieve from a gathering of- us?\"** Haventar paused before 'us', appearing confused at what exactly everyone, himself included, was."
},
{
"author": "dabony",
"message": "Silly looked from side to side to side at the array of gods that just kept congregating. \"Ooooh! There's a lot of new friends here now!\" She giggled, her eyes darting about so much that they started to spin in their sockets, rolling and rolling around. \"I don't see The Updog yet though... And I miss the other inky guy. The me one. Hrmmm-\"\n\nShe tapped her chin, hearing some of the questions aimed towards Vivienne. But at that moment, her back stiffened, and she looked up as if remembering something important. As this Silly stood still, doing an amazing statue impression that went so far as to have her turn to literal stone, a slight rustling could be heard within Vivienne's hat. Then it moved, and Silly's head suddenly popped out.\n\nThe dangly bells of a jester cap dipped through Vivienne's vision, and Silly's head soon rested, upside down and eyes gazing right into the shy moth's eyes. \"Hi! Sorry, did you say something? You did say something, right? I didn't hear you- can you repeat that? Did you say 'Hi!' back to my 'Hi!' or did you say some other important thing? Oh-my-gosh sorry I didn't mean to say that your 'Hi!' wouldn't be important I mean- what if you were saying some super important revelation and I missed it because I was too busy being Me. Oooooh- now all the gods are going to think I'm antisocial, but I'm the most social!\"\n\nAs Silly talked, starry-eyed as ever even in the face of void-black, she began to wobble. Steadying herself, she reached out, and gave a gentle tug upon the mothly antennae. Despite the light tug, that seemed to alleviate all her balance issues, and she remained there, holding them as one might touch the ropes of a swing. \"Hi!\""
},
{
"author": "zoul_nightwing",
"message": "*Zoul looks at silly and sorta chuckles tapping his finger on the table small steam streams are exiting his nose* \"Your an energetic one aint ya?\""
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "Silly's new bunny ears flopped around as Vivi effortlessly hoisted her up in the air. Her legs dangled, stretching so that her feet could tap and *Draaaaag* Against the floor. Her comically large shoed flopped, making a pap-pap-pap noise as they rippled against the branches. The lil' clowny gal pouted, and she puffed out her cheeks. \n\nShe was about to talk and retort when Vivienne set her atop the chair, putting her in place, and patting her hat. With the touch, she honked, her hat bouncing back up to its normal shape immediately.\n\nAlas, Silly was only honking on the outside, not the inside. Her other self was still petrified in stone across the room - she wasn't even there anymore - it was just a statue. And she couldn't just pretend nothing had happened. Dejected, still atop the chair and actually silent for once, she slumped. Then, she sunk further, her shoulders dripping down to her hips, her body turning into jelly, then mush, then a simple puddle. A tiny yellow-orange puddle with two bunny ears poking out, and a miniaturised jester cap atop.\n\nShe didn't even get to finish her joke... The joke she forgot about until now... Oh well... There was always next time... And this 'ritual' did pique her interest. She was sure it could become very Her. All the while, her former statue-self started to accumulate dust, little cracks, and steadily crumble. Much-much faster than was natural, but slow enough that one would have to carefully pay attention to see each crack propagate. If someone were to touch it, it would crumble into dust and confetti, but there would be no fanfare. Only the silence of fluttering streams of coloured paper that would disintegrate into the air..."
},
{
"author": "borderlne",
"message": "Paeon arrived in the hall of the gods shortly after their brethren. They arrived quickly, their large wings carrying them from Melusine to Gaia within minutes. It was a spectacle to behold, gods that were born close together from the same \"Mother\", while appearing so drastically different.\n\nThe petite deity wore the same attire in which they were born, albeit cleaned and adjusted to fit them better. Paeon would've stayed in Melusine, if not for some instinctual calling to visit their \"Siblings\". Only a few were here and appeared entrapped in their own conversations, which benefited the antisocial god."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The variant of Nineveh that had been deemed Updog has been roaming the tree for quite some time, but has just now discovered the congregation of gods that have arrived within this hall. He didn't really recognize anyone except Silly and Unity, so he quietly stepped closer to the pack before opening his mouth, speaking quietly with a wave*\n\n\"Hello there, friends. Is something happening here? If so.. I would like to help if that is alright?\"\n\n*Updog, who now has been nicknamed, flicked his gaze between all around him, offering tentative smiles to those who looked in his direction. It was enough to buck his spirits a bit so he waited for someone to tell him something, and when they did he nodded and smiled a bit brighter*\n\n\"I'd be more than happy do donate some of my strength to ease the toll of living on our mortals, its wonderful to see them happy.\""
},
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"author": "_.god_",
"message": "Noticing the small commotion within the great hall, Casus decided to enter, stubbing his toe on the doorway. Stifling a curse, he quietly walked into the room and sat down at one of the tables, listening in on the conversation. Gradually he understood that help was needed for some great project, and offered his assistance. \n\n\"I'd be happy to provide any help you could need from me, provided it's for a just cause. The hands of fortune will surely benefit any works of this magnitude.\"\n\nFeeling he had said enough, Casus sat down, missing his chair entirely and plummeting to the hardwood floor. With all the dignity he could muster, he rose again and planted himself firmly on the seat of his chair."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "The first gathering of the gods. How charming... And convenient. It certainly saves time for a newcomer.\n\nAphot- well, a copy of him- made a slow saunter into the hall, in his full abyssal raven glory with his four arms clasped behind his back as he took in the yet-familiar surroundings. It would be rather on-brand for a trickster god to be fashionably late to what would appear to be something important, but it wasn't as if they didn't have all the time in the world.\n\nHe could feel the weight of their magnificent presences as he drew nearer, the same similarities he sensed in Unity: each the same, yet... Inexplicably different. Like Unity, yet not Unity. Kin, yet foreign. What a thrilling tease of suspense, a delightful stimulation of the intellectual nerve.\n\nAs the grand pantheon entered his field of sight, he took his time in gauging each of those present with six eyes brimming with curiosity. He came to a gradual stop in his tracks to quietly observe what his fellow deities were up to, openly watching them in their collective works and behaviors."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Hearing so many already happy to lend their support... Eased a great deal of worry from Vivienne's heart. Her shoulders relaxed a bit, and she allowed a relieved smile to cross her face. Just because it was in reach didn't mean it was done, however. She still needed to nail this landing, and thus... \"My name is Vivienne,\" She started with an introduction, standing tall, her tone serious. \"Some of you may know me, many of you will not. I have come to request your help in the creation of a dream, which I don't mean in the metaphorical sense. You see, one could consider me a type of fortune teller. I am skilled at divining the future, and dreams are the medium with which I do it.\"\n\n\"My goal is to share this power with as many as I can. Not just deities but mortals too. For those of us concerned with our mortals, who wish to see them prosper, I offer this power for damage prevention. Disaster strikes fast and often, and these prophetic dreams could be their one saving grace, alerting them ahead of time that lightning is going to strike, or a fire is going to rage. And for those of us understandably more worried about our own fate, I bring a warning.\" Her tone shifted from serious to dire, her stand becoming stiffer.\n\n\"Though gods we may be, immortal we are not. Many of us fancy ourselves above the death and catastrophe that befalls are creations below, but are we not ourselves creations of a being larger than us? Look into the stars above, the stars that represent our lives. There is one who tread among us, that had a star up in the void just as we did. One that has since been snuffed out. They may have been the first, but they will not be the last. Some may be lost through conflict, some through simply being reabsorbed by Gaia. But many will fall to a disaster none of us even *Know* About.\" For a moment, she paused, recollecting herself.\n\n\"Upon my birth, I had a dream. A dream of rot and hate. Indistinct. Incomprehensible. But overwhelming to a degree I have never witnessed before. It's a disaster that would have blindsided us in any other situation. But I have been blessed with this power, and thus, we can prepare. With this, all of us have a better chance at survival, whenever that disaster may strike.\" She looked up with a meaningful expression, meeting the gaze of as many gods as she could.\n\n\"How it can be done is this. I shall take all willing to help back to my realm. Hypnagogia, out in the distant reaches in our world. Over there, I am maintaining a dream plane with a sleeping fragment of my body. This plane is a mirror of my realm, and the crux of all our plans. As this plane is sustained by my dream, all who dream in it can witness fragments of the future.\"\n\n\"In Hypnagogia, we will all have to sleep. If you do not feel comfortable sleeping with the totality of your consciousness, you may feel free to leave a fragment to stand guard, your contribution will just end up proportionally less. Upon falling asleep, your consciousness will, in a sense, 'wake up' in that dream realm. This is not the shared dream I desire, however. There will still be a veil separating you from the others. You will have to seek out the others as best you can, and tear down that veil when you find it. When a sufficient number of us have all connected, the sheer weight of our divine power will expand the dream, rendering it forever accessible to all who sleep. I will be there, I have expertise in this, and will be helping as many as I can, but I am not omnipotent.\"\n\n\"And lastly...\" At this point, Vivienne's voice was starting to get noticeably tired. She dropped the elegant facade, curling into a ball in the air and resting her head on her knees. \"Yes, you will be able to shift your surroundings around you. Yes, it might happen unconsciously. Please be reasonable about it, at least, until the ritual has been completed. After that... Have fun?\" And with that, her mouth stretched wide in a big yawn. \"Any questions?\""
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"author": "djhonore",
"message": "\"Can we expand the goals of these... Dreams... To include messages of hope as well? Solutions? Great feats not yet accomplished? Could they not reveal what could be so as to give the dreamer motivation to DO, as opposed to fearing for the future?\""
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"author": "doctorswagmd",
"message": "Haventar cleared his lack-of-a-throat loudly, seeming a little disturbed by something. **\"Surely, my lady, you do not intend to circumvent death?\"** Haventar spoke loudly, with an ever so slight jab of accusation, he looked around to address all those present, **\"I am Haventar, the Lord of Rest, it is my purpose to part the dead from their physical bonds into eternity. I mean no disrespect, Vivienne, but I would not be so inclined to withhold the dead from their slumber by means of foresight.\"** Haventar paused for a moment, considering his next statement, **\"I am not opposed to your plan, but I call for adjustments to your vision, that we may all prosper without unbalancing the world.\"** Haventar placed his right hand in his left behind his back. **\"I say we do not interfere with death, let the fate of mortals be their own, they live or die on their own. Beyond the scope of death, of course, I am in support of this proposal.\"** Haventar bowed his head in respect and waited for a response."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Vivienne turned to regard Aarus first, the god that had hugged her earlier. It followed that such an... Enthusiastic deity would propose such an idea. \"The dreams will only have what you put in them. If you bring these optimistic feelings to life in the dream, then many who dream in the future will likewise see such optimistic sights.\" What she left unsaid was the implication that the inverse was true as well. With any luck, if she didn't mention it, no one would try it.\n\nNext was Haventar's question. She had to admit, she hadn't even considered some would view death as something positive rather than negative. She lifted a hand to her face, tapping a finger against her cheek, taking a moment to deliberate. \"When it comes down to it, death is ultimately inescapable, for deities and mortals alike. All that has a beginning must too have an end. To that end, all prophesizing could be considered 'delaying the inevitable.' It won't save one from their inevitable end, but it will let them live more fruitfully for the limited time they do have. I would contest that those who pass fulfilled rest more peacefully than those with doubts and regrets. And speaking from a personal perspective.\" She paused, a melancholic smile flickering across her face. \"I would much prefer to leave this world happy that I have done all I can, than despairing over the time I didn't get. Death is **The** End, so at least let it be a good one. That said...\" Her composure returned. \"If my plea does not compel you, then I would be willing to add some restrictions. Say, limited to rare, exceptional individuals, or to those who live shorter lives?\""
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"author": "_.god_",
"message": "Casus took a moment to ponder the monumentality of the idea. After hearing Vivienne's answers, he spoke. \n\n\"I am no stranger to disaster and misfortune. I have had my fair share of loss. Trying to overcome fate may be a step too far, and yet, this seems to be a prudent decision. Why not tip the scales of fortune to side of the meek? Preserving all of our creations until their proper end should be a priority. I will lend my power to this cause, and call any other who can to do so as well. May all of you rest assured that Luck will be on our side.\"\n\nFinished speaking, Casus nodded solemnly towards Vivienne and the other deities."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "\"I must ask...\"\n\nThe low drawl came from Aphot, who had been looking on impassively thus far, thoughts encrypted behind a blank expression. \"These dreams you wish to give to mortals... I, too, have been gifted with foresight. Are you proposing that the knowledge such ability grants should be freely given to them?\"\n\nHe tilted his head, a finger coming to rest beneath his chin. \"Furthermore, how do we know that this does not simply accelerate this future disaster you speak of, if we simply hand mortals answers we know not for certain what they will do with? And what will be the lasting benefit for the rest of us other than a vague promise of an extended chance of survival?\""
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "Silly heard Vivienne's speech, and all the many other questions that followed. As each one was answered, the little puddle that was her rippled, and the bells atop her cap jiggled. They ringed and chimed, starting slow and quiet before shaking more and more rapidly. Meanwhile, the ageing statue that was formerly her began to crack faster. Small fissures built into the stone, and it shook on the spot. \n\n\"Eeeeeee-\"\n\nLike a kettle boiling over, a long high-pitched squee could be heard, breaking through the cracks of the statue. The closest thing to a presence she had in the hall. Silly had her question. It bottled up inside her, and frothed over the top. She wanted to know. She *Needed* To know. But she was in the naughty corner. She wasn't permitted to leave. And she wasn't permitted to speak."
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Nineveh listened intently, clamping his mouth shut as he listened to Vivienne speak, wondering why they hadn't spoken before, maybe it had just been a stroke of bad luck. His ears flicked back and forth, listening to the others speak while he pondered what these 'dreams' could be like, thinking back in his memory to see if maybe he had ever dreamed. Nothing seemed to stir up any recollections, though the vaguest hint of something flutter at the back of his mind, slipping like sand through his fingers when he reached for the fleeting thought. He shook his head and did his best to throw off the feeling of dread that had settled deep within his bones, tuning his mind back into the conversation and listening closely once more. What now had begun to worry him was how Vivi talked about prophetic dreams and perhaps the need for them, anxiety gnawing at his gut as the words flowed easily from her lips. So it seemed that it was not just him who had these thoughts and the terror of flitting out of the world wrapped around his throat so tightly it felt like something was gripping it tightly*\n\n\"I do.. I.. I feel as if maybe we should create these prophetic dreams.. But maybe only gift them to those who can be trusted.. Leaving so many of our beloved creations to die at the hands of fate.. When you know that you could stop the extinction of them.. It.. It's just so.. *Wrong..*\"\n\n*The words left his lips in a soft, almost breathless manner, his face pale and hands wringing in front of his body quickly, ears pressed firmly against his head. He did not know if it was his place to speak, as he had just arrived, but there was something inside him that wanted to protect. It made the thoughts of just allowing things to happen sting more than they should have, Nines was not an objective and dismissive god. He wrung his hands again and looked up between his eyelashes, parting his lips to speak and licking them to moisten his dry mouth*\n\n\"I would not see it as defying fate..\""
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "\"Thank you.\" Vivienne allowed herself a hopeful smile, noddingly deeply at Casus. *One step closer.* \n\nShe turned to Aphot next. There were a few questions in his statement, and she wasn't quite sure which order to answer them in. \"The trick is...\" She began slowly, evenly. \"... You should treat *All* Prophecies as self-fulfilling. They're entirely deterministic. A rigged game. No matter which you choose, you lose. So don't worry about it.\" She stated, bluntly. \"Most of your divinations are going to be of the non-deterministic type, and can be acted upon as normal, and the few that are, are going to blow up on you regardless of what you do. So the only correct answer is to act on them with all you can. As for your other questions, there's no way to tell in advance. All we can do is trust in our creations, and trust in ourselves. For some, such a level of trust would-\" A distracting sound seeped in from the background, wresting her from her response. \n\nTrailing off, she turned, bewildered, to where she had last left the little jester. To her surprise, Silly had apparently taken it upon herself to literally *Melt into a puddle* And was now whining. Was... Was she *Pouting?* Vivienne felt a pang in her heart, a little stirring of guilt. She didn't mean to make the poor girl feel *Bad.* She had just gotten a little flustered. \"My... My apologies for making you wait, Silly. Did you have a question of your own? Did you need something?\""
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot's eyes narrowed slightly in dissatisfaction, but he offered no further comment. It was a rather redundant response, nor a really helpful one, but it told him enough. He intimately knew the fallacies of divination, and it was the knowledge of that fallacy that had him skeptical. Was blind faith and trust truly going to be her answer? Did the other gods genuinely prize their mortals like precious little flowers cut from Gaia Herself?\n\nBefore further input could come, a new interruption came from the... Goddess in the corner. Aphot's gaze shifted to the commotion, where Silly... Well, was being Silly. What a curious god- one of the many curiosities Aphot witnessed this day, but ones to be contemplated later.\n\n\"I have no further objection,\" He said softly, uncertain he was even heard, before giving a courteous bow and surrendering the floor to whoever desired to speak next."
},
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "**BOOM!**\n\nAnd then the pressure exploded. The statue across the hall shattered, outer rock turning to dust and its inner confetti finally released. Colourful streamers flew about the hall in all directions, and an impossible amount of confetti pieces were blasted over the audience to Vivienne's talk. In the aftermath, the only one untouched by the flood of rainbow paper was the puddle of Silly, whom was shielded by Vivienee by the torrent.\n\nThe floor was caked in a three inch-thick layer of these rainbows. Like the morning after a heavy snow, only this time it was the snow from a clown. Steadily, over time the confetti would 'melt' into rainbow goop, then fizzle and evaporate away.\n\nMeanwhile, the puddle-Silly bubbled and frothed, and the liquid rolled back into the jester cap before taking form as everyone's favourite clown (if your favourite clown isn't Silly, you're lying or have bad taste and don't count). She smiled sweetly, starry eyes looking upon Vivienne with glee, and not showing a single bit of awareness towards the confetti-sea that had layered over the group. \n\n\"Oh-oh! Yes! Pick me, pick me! Answer my question! Oh- wait... I didn't ask my question yet. Ummm... Ummm... So... About the dreams and how the mortals will go honk shoo honk shoo, or go all hooooonk mi mi mi, and then dream and things! Yeah. I had a question about that and-\"\n\nSilly paused for a moment, the bells atop her cap jingling. \n\n\"I forgot.\""
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "She forgot? She... *Forgot?* \"She... She forgot...\" The absolute audacity of this girl stunned Vivienne to her very core. She cradled her head in her hands, still, unspeaking, but *Far* From at peace. *Ohhh this girl...* What felt like dozens of conflicting emotions swirled inside the dream deity. Surprise, anger, awe, irritation. Her body was flush with an indignant heat, begging for a release. For a moment, it was as though a brief spark flashed in her eyes. With an evil grin on her face, Vivienne took a heavy step towards Silly, followed by a second, and a third. As soon as she was within reach, she grabbed her with her lower arms, hoisting the smaller girl in much the same way she had done not long ago. \"Ah, it seems I've had the wrong impression of you from the start.\" Her voice was smooth, dangerous, a small façade to cover the ocean of roiling emotions beneath. \"I had thought you a reasonable and capable person much like myself. Now I see that you're more a house cat. A pet.\" With her upper two arms, she squished her cheeks, entirely unfazed as they honked at her. \"It would be irresponsible of me to leave you to your own devices, so you'll be under my care from now on. You will be helping me with the ritual, and you will not be leaving my side.\" \n\nAfter saying that, she just put her two free hands atop Silly's silly little hat, and *Squished her* Into a little ball in her hands. A little shaping and rolling later, she dropped a large moth onto her shoulder, orange and fluffy still with her little jester cap. A moment of silence passed, then something between a yawn and a sigh escaped Vivienne, her body slumping and curling up. \"If no one has anymore questions, then those who would like to participate in the ritual can accompany me back to Hypnagogia.\""
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "*It happened again.*\n\nIn the middle of their brief conversation, a god died before him. No warning, no explanation, just poof. Gone. Existent no more.\n\nPerplexed, Aphot had walked out of the garden, in hand holding the fruit the little goddess had given him; the last thing she ever did. He inspected it in great detail, observing it to be an apple. A seemingly normal one from Gaia's boughs, one that didn't seem to contain anything god-killing- or at least, it hadn't killed *Him* Yet.\n\nWith an indifferent shrug, his hand fell from the apple and it disappeared, stored away to be examined later. He came to a halt where he stood, glancing up at the infinitely spinning hourglass. *Cycle 386. Exactly at half-mark.*\n\nHe had, perhaps, an eternity ahead of him. Others? Only a few brief moments, it seemed."
},
{
"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "The hunter god had split from his own form, so that while he continued to wreak havoc and death over his own lands, and while he talked to Eliia in their realm, he could, too, submit himself to drink. His divine essence granted him a tolerance, that could be said, but he wasn't immune to the sense thieving toxins which were abundant in his choice brew, especially when he himself was spilt three ways.\n\nThe not quite haunted look, but having seen something, surely, that Aphot wore, caught the eye of Aimhirghin, and so he tucked away that wavy curtain of dark hair that still dripped with water from the sleet rain of his realm. From his throat slick with drink he beckoned out, smooth spoken and deep.\n\n\"What've ya seen then?\" Were the words which formed the question he uttered to the god while he stood from the chair he sat in with a bit of a wobble."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot's distant gaze drifted to another newborn of his kin. Oh, fantastic; would this one be dropping dead as well? The slim humanoid figurine turned to face the new arrival, inspecting them with brilliant gold eyes that shined with open curiosity.\n\n\"I've seen many things,\" He replied cryptically. \"But I have not seen you.\" His head tilted inquisitively, much like an intrigued animal did. \"A new face, I presume? And who would you be?\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"As my mortals keep chanting into the sky, I am known as Ainbheartach,\" He replied just as cryptically. If one's own creations begin to chant \"Doer of evil deeds\" At you, it become apparent that something was fucked up somewhere.\n\n\"I'm nothing more than a feather on the breeze,\" He sneered before bringing this glass to his lips. \"You?\" The hunter god asked Aphot as he eyed him over with an eyebrow raised."
},
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "*Interesting.* Humility, or self-deprecation? Aphot had not found either quality a god yet. From self-destroying lunatics to bumbling halfwits, Aphot continued to be impressed by the spectrum of personalities Gaia was capable of producing.\n\n\"I am Aphot, God of Knowledge.\" He offered a small, sly smile. \"It is a pleasure. Your mortals sound like fun little things. You let them name you?\""
},
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "He replied clearly and honest. \"No. I didn't. My name is Aimhirghin, but,\" And he didn't finish speaking. Unclear why. Perhaps it was because he realised now he'd become just like the mortals and humans he so despised, what was it \"The plight of man\", \"Tearing everything to bloody shreds?\n\nHe renewed his drink and leaned upon a thick wooden beam of braided branches and vines. \"Knowledge? Och. Why bother?\""
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot awaited an answer that never came. Hm. He was beginning to suspect this individual was not one of many words.\n\n*Why?* The all-consuming question that burned at Aphot's core. The irony of it made him giggle that little laugh of his, like a gleeful child enraptured with a puppy.\n\n\"Why *Not* Bother?\" He countered. \"If I must exist, then surely I must exploit it to the fullest extent.\" *Especially since I may have so little of it.* He did not forget the stars looming in the far, far distance, ones that still flickered and went out on occasion... Like one just had what felt like moments ago.\n\n\"Did Gaia make you the God of Disparaging Questions?\" He teased in that light-hearted tone of his, as if he were aware of some great joke the other was not. \"Do you know your purpose?\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"I'm the god of the hunt, not that it means anything to anyone, really,\" I'm fully assuming Aphot is taller than him, his human form is 5'7 ish (lower than that), so as he looked up to meet the gaze of Aphot with the manner of a tired hound; looseness of neck and exhausted eyes; he laughed, baring those sharp, imperfect teeth of his.\n\n\"Here,\" Aimhirghin offered the god a drink, and at the point he was at, he was rather adamant that Aphot take it. Really, trying so hard to use that 'sense of direction, moral compass, right and wrong' nonsense that he knew he had to make a good choice for once in his time thus far in these realms."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot, only 5'8\" Himself in present form, stared at the drink for a long second. It was not dissimilar from when Dezód had been offering those cigarettes; except what purpose would there be to this?\n\nAphot supposed he would find out.\n\nHe accepted the drink and knocked it back without hesitation. He let the fizzy, hazing effects slowly permeate his senses as he took the seat adjacent to Aimhirghin's.\n\n\"God of the Hunt?\" He echoed questioningly. \"And what is it exactly one Hunts, other than guilty pleasures?\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"I aid my mortals in their own hunts through blessings, but mostly I spend time being hunted. Most of my job is luring men of \"Evil hearts\" To their demise in the forest, sounds like a shitty prenup, but it gets ya through the day,\" Now that Aphot had gotten Ainbhe talking, it'd take a stroke of luck to get him to shut up. Godspeed.\n\n\"What do you... Think about. Other than making fruit disappear,\" Ainbhe spoke in reference to the apple from the garden as he made for himself another drink; maybe it was all in spite of himself that he chose to keep this up."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "*Think?* Well, that was quite a question, for Aphot *Thought* About a great many things. Even as this splinter of him spoke, only about 30% of him was really *Here*. His entire consciousness was a complex network of thoughts ceaselessly absorbing and caching information. If they really wanted to get into it, Aphot could spit out streams of data like a cosmic computer.\n\nBut fortunately for his kin, Aphot was not the God of Infodumping.\n\nA devious little smile played on his lips. \"What do *You* Think I think about?\" His head tilted to rest in his free hand. \"Luring 'men' to their demise sounds like a great deal of fun. But what constitutes as 'evil'?\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"I think you spend all day mocking how stupid every other living being is, am I wrong? I don't know, maybe you feel pity,\" *He didn't particularly sound like he was joking, although he was a few pints past his fair share, so all tone communication was sort of lost to the wind, or whatever carried words from place to place.\n\n\"'Evil' as in, ah... 'Amoral', 'unethical', 'without standards' and what have you.\""
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot paused, briefly dumbfounded by that response. Then he laughed, that musical and infantile sound resonating with the wind. \"You are so marvelously speculative!\" It was neither a confirmation or denial. For whatever reason, Aphot found Aimhirghin's deadpan insobriety to be of great amusement.\n\n\"Yes, yes, but what does that *Mean*?\" Aphot asked, those gold eyes sparkling with impish glee. \"Ethical, unethical? Moral, amoral, immoral? By whose standards? Why does it matter?\"\n\nHe drew another sip from his drink slowly as he gauged the other god's reaction, continuing with, \"Thinking about all of that is just a remarkable waste of time, isn't it? Why not just skip all of that nonsense?\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"I don't like mortals toiling with things outside of what is their own right. It is not their right to act the way they do. Though maybe that's error of the creator. But then again, how can we be expected to create perfection every time. Perhaps this sounds a little eugenicist. Would you, as a new god, not too want your creations to be \"Perfect\"? Perhaps primal instinct of artistry. We find it simpler to have everything lined up straight, perfectly symmetrical, etcetera.\" *And again begins the unhinged musings and such. Theoreticals and abstracts once again.*\n\n\"I suppose in the end we're no better. In simplistic explanation of my actions, I do it to protect the best interests of the land and the people. But defining 'evil'? I'm not sure we, even as gods, can do that yet. It's fair to say we focus too much time on it all.\"\n\n*He wondered if perhaps this god of knowledge would find his inebriant ramblings of the mind amusing, or else like nails on a chalk board. He couldn't answer that.*"
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot listened attentively, an eager audience for whatever came out of the wild god's mouth.\n\n\"Perfection is... Boring.\"\n\nHe made a show of yawning before returning his cup to his lips. \"What do you get from perfection? What do you learn from it? Nothing.\" He scoffed, as if the mere idea was offensive. \"Perfection is the stake on which potential dies, and *Nothing* Is worse than wasted potential.\"\n\nAphot leaned forward conspiratorially, as if about to reveal some grand secret to the universe. \"I can almost guarantee it, brother: 'evil' doesn't exist. It is an arbitrary concept, and certainly one that doesn't apply to us as gods. There is simply what is, what isn't, and what is yet to be.\"\n\nSome might say Aphot wasn't the *Best* Individual to speak about matters of morality, but what would they know? \"Have you heard about the nameless force that holds doom for us? The supposedly 'evil' one?\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"No? What do you speak of?\" Aimhirghin turned to rest his arm over the back of the chair and face Aphot, meeting his gaze with his eyes, as full of wildness and fire as always. The idea of something like 'a nameless force that holds doom' was intriguing yet somewhat chilling. If there were some sort of god killer, that means, well, what? That the gods could be just as weak and mortal as the creations of their own hand?\n\n\"Do we say it is evil out of fear? If the concept were to, say, focus on the morals of this beast, how do we know of its mind? What it thinks, feels? If we are to work off what you say, I think maybe we are too quick to call anything which brings demise evil. But do tell me of this nameless force, what do you know of it?\""
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "The trickster god grinned devilishly, as if they were indulging in a scandalous piece of gossip. \"Oh, you don't *Know*?\"\n\nHe tapped a delicate finger against his chin as he pretended to think really hard. \"Hmmm... Well, some time ago, a sister of ours spoke of some hateful power that will come for us and our creations. Presumably, it is evil because it wishes to destroy us, but merely leaving it at that ignores the true question.\"\n\nHis gaze narrowed ever so slightly, expression inscrutable. \"You must wonder, why? Why would Gaia, our alleged beloved Mother, give life to this thing, if it only desired to bring an end to all She birthed? Is it truly 'evil' if She willed it?\"\n\nHe then laughed again, as if he'd just accomplished something hilarious, and took another sip of his drink. He continued to watch Aimhirghin's reaction with great interest. \"Such a tantalizing mystery! There is certainly not a lack of excitement to go around. Wouldn't you agree?\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "Oh, well, tea? Aimhirghin preferred drinking just lemon and hot water, but... This kind of tea he could drown in. Like a blonde high-school girl in a mall, he leaned in and listened intently, a stupid grin plastered across his face and his eyes drawn into slimmed lines. \n\nThe whole while he looked as though he were stifling a little laugh. 'What an inappropriate topic to laugh at!' he thought to himself, which only made it more amusing.\n\n\"I do agree. Brother, have you seen this living doom that She has brought to life? It sounds like a tease,\" Aimhir's stupid grin that bared his sharpened teeth and the arches of his gums grew slim and wide as he resting his chin on his closed fist, tapping the fingers of his other hand on the arm of his seat rhythmically. To say he was intrigued was an understatement, and if Aphot had been selling something, I guarantee he'd have the hunter god hooked.\n\n\"Tell me, this sister of ours, did she tell the tale as titillating? I think you've sparked a great deal of interest, you could become the gossip of Gaia.\""
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "\"No, sadly,\" Aphot sighed dramatically. \"To be honest, I'm not even sure if it really exists. I've not seen or heard a thing about it since. Much ado about nothing, if you ask me.\"\n\nHe thought back to Vivienne as she had announced it to the mass she had gathered for that ritual of hers. \"Oh, certainly not. She seemed rather deeply concerned about it. So much so she felt she needed to conduct a ritual to 'prepare our mortals'. Nonsense, I thought, but it was fun to humor.\"\n\nThough contrary to what he said, Aphot was not being entirely truthful- if at all. He had... Private reservations about the matter that were not being reflected in this conversation. This wasn't really a sincere discussion, after all. Just mindless drivel meant to distract and tease. The bad taste in his mouth as he talked about it went ignored.\n\nHe had another laugh at Aimhirghin's remark. \"I do have a way with words, don't I? *Someone* Has to keep things interesting and I see no one better qualified than I.\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"Surely. I think it better to leasing the fright by making a joke of it, you agree, don't you?\" After this, his thoughts turned a bit less lighthearted. 'It's sad, isn't it? That this is what we've come to? I am new to this world and even understand that we have less power than we think we do. In the beginning it seems wonderful, but as days pass, we show how we all truly are, which would seem so powerless. No one, not even we, can control fate.' \n\nThis conversation was beginning to make him plague his own thoughts with fear and anguish. Not a good look. He had another drink, and then another; preventative measures in case these thoughts tried to make themselves heard while he could still speak coherently.\n\nThe truth was that he was scared. Really, genuinely scared. Before this he had no reason to fear. On the surface level, he wanted to be upset at Aphot for telling him. But truthfully he couldn't be upset. If it was real - so help Gaia is isn't - then wasn't it inevitable? The thought left him with dread. Unending dread."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "With her Valley of Abundance complete at last, at least for the time being, Triticea considered what to do for the first time in her life. When she had ripened, and again when she had teleported down the World Tree and created her own realm, she had been acting purely on instinct, following the urge within her to create. With that part of her sated, though, she found herself stumped. Her pondering didn't last long, though, as it occured to her that she should seek out those like her, the divine. Her valley was dancing with life and the light of her Spirits, of course, but that was different. They were not sentient or intelligent, merely sapient. No, she needed to find somewhere that she could speak to others. But where...?\n\nThe centre of the Tree that she had sprouted from seemed like a good enough place to start searching. Her wings began to buzz as she willed herself forward, flying up, up, and up the tree until the Great Hall appeared in the reflections in her many eyes. She fluttered over, stopping as she realised that her true form was too large to enter the Main Hall. After a moment of contemplation on what to do, her form began to shrink, shifting until she wore her humanoid shape. A young teenaged human, that was what had appeared in her mind. It came fairly naturally to her, just as her true or entomic forms did, yet there was something distinctly different about this form. She wasn't sure she liked it very much at all.\n\nRegardless of her feelings, though, she pushed open the doors to the hall of the gods. The goddess was a new face, of course, having been born so recently, and yet she carried herself with a certain air of confidence, looking around with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. With each step she took, small sprouts of wheat pierced the ground and began to reach for the ceiling, but stopped growing once the goddess stepped further. Her gaze flickered around the room, taking in the various fragments of gods and searching for other deities."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones had some spare time on his hands after the ritual had ended. Maybe he would be able to finally look at the area where the dreaming ritual took place. He ascended into the air, travelling up the tree. As he went up the skeleton god saw some interesting sights. The roots had a multitude of sentients including one of Mr Bones' own. The lower branches of the tree was interestingly empty and the gardens still had another fragment. This area was new though. Mr Bones started to walk across the simple wooden flooring. He saw a new god, one that Mr Bones did not recognise. He seemed to be seeing more and more new faces, which was likely a good sign. Not wanting to scare the new god, Mr Bones simply attempted to walk louder. Hopefully whoever it was would be turn around and greet the skeleton without being *Too* Scared."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Triticea, of course, noticed the footsteps, her head turning towards the source of the noise. She didn't freak out at the sight of the skeleton, her limited experience with existence only allowing her to comprehend the inherent contradiction of walking skeleton. The rest of her shape followed her gaze, turning to face the god of the undead. She placed her hands on her hips, considering him for a moment before she finally took the first step. \"Are you like me?\" There was an almost demanding tone to her voice, but the vague phrasing of her question did little to fog up the intent of the question. Was he also a god, she wondered? God... What a funny word. It was the first time she had ever thought of it, and yet somehow she knew what it meant. It was what she was, wasn't it?\n\nShe shifted a little, tilting her head at him as she waited for his response. Her movement caused the shoots of wheat around her to grow a little, tiny glowing green spirits jumping between them. The spirits resembled locusts, hopping from plant to plant but always staying in close proximity to the goddess. The deity in question, though, didn't even acknowledge them, as if she were alone with the other god. As a newly manifested deity, her unconscious control over her powers was still unstable, the divine energy around her manifesting into the tiny spirits that were dancing around her. Having never encountered another divinity before, she wasn't even in the know that such a phenomenon wasn't normal.\n\n\"Where is this?\" She wondered, looking around. Unlike the knowledge of gods and how to speak, she wasn't granted understanding of this place by whatever had implanted what she knew in her from the moment of birth. Another wayward glance was cast around the hall, taking in the beautiful decorations for a moment, but for the most part her attention remained on the undead god in front of her. After all, he was the first of her kind that she had ever met, and so she desired to understand."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot shrugged carelessly, as if they were merely discussing the likelihood of rain versus fair weather. \"I think we are far too young to be worrying about such things so much. If we were not meant to be, Gaia would not have made it so, yes? Besides, I don't know about you, but...\"\n\nHis glass grew empty, so he willed it full again. He then raised it high, celebrating victories that were not yet to be, that may yet never come. \"I, for one, believe I am far too sober for this. To the infinite and the finite!\"\n\nTeeth too perfect to be humane shined brightly in a wild grin before he continued to drown himself."
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"Tá, ólaimid! Let us drown before we die!\" Aimhirghin - who was now dubbed to be Ainbheartach, \"The doer of evil deeds\", by his mortals - joined his brother in a toast, one to surely bring up a bit of talk amongst any others who find them after this event concluded. \n\nHe embraced the title, after all, evil was just something people needed to believe in to justify their fears. That's what he concluded. So he was Ainbheartach. May his mortals believe that for years to come, for their poor souls can't comprehend the meaning.\n\nHe tortured this poor mortal-like frame of a form as he drank along side Aphot. The hunter god had rather grown to like this brother of his, granted they'd met not too long ago. Time was an odd thing, though maybe to call time odd was belittling to the very concept of the structure. But it wasn't time for musings, nay."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones looked around. Now that he was further into this portion of the tree he was able to get a better view of it. Unfortunately, it was still the skeleton god's first time in this strange area. \n\"I couldn't say. I believe it is a meeting hall of some sort, a ritual was recently organised here although I wasn't present for it. I imagine you weren't either, you seem... Young. Young enough to not remember the dreaming ritual at least. I imagine that you'll probably want to know what it was- the dreaming, I believe, god had foreseen some sort of evil that was coming for us all. Due to this, she wanted to give mortals the gift of prophetic dreams or something like that. I personally attempted to have my realm not be affected and I believe that it has worked so far. Unfortunately none of my sentients sleep so I can't really test it out. Anyway, we still don't know each other's names. I am Mr Bones, god of the dead, undead and dying. Who might you be?\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Great Locust considered him for a moment. The lord of the dead, hm? There was little risk revealing her age, and so she only nodded to affirm what he had said. \"It's only recently that I've awakened.\" She nodded, because while she had been growing for some time already, she hadn't actually been conscious until the moment of her ripening and her divine ascension. She glanced down at herself, wondering if she had been one of his before now. Where did souls go before their life even began? Were they dead, or were they nonexistent at all. Those sort of questions, interesting as they were, weren't pertinent at the moment. That whole bit about the god of dreams was similarly useless for this present conversation, though she filed that information away in her mind for future use. What to do now... Oh, right. She supposed she should respond and introduce herself. \n\nShe placed a hand on her chest. \"Ah, right. I'm Triticea.\" She nodded. \"The goddess of the harvest, as well as hunger and satiety.\" It felt odd, how naturally those words fell from her lips when she had never before spoken them. She placed her hands on her hips, looking proud as she proclaimed her divine portfolios. Deciding to elaborate, she continued on. \"My reign is over all domesticated plants, those that don't fall under the dominion of the wild gods.\" All plants in the realms were split under the command of her or the gods of nature, though as the first and currently only god of agriculture, she held unquestioned authority over the plants that mortals had tamed. As she moved, though, she grimaced and looked down at her form.\n\n\"Urgh, this shape is annoying.\" She complained, not particularly caring if he heard her. \"It's so limited. I don't see why this is one of my natural faces.\" She allowed her form to unravel, shifting into her true form, albeit shrunken down to be able to fit within the Hall of the Gods. Her veritable array of eyes turned back to him, waiting for him to continue the conversation."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "The skeletal god watched as Triticea changed before his eyes. She was becoming a... What was she? A plant? Why would someone want to be such an ugly mass of vegetation and dead insects? I didn't matter, Mr Bones just had to deal with it for now. Ideally a god of plants wouldn't need to come visit his desert very often, if at all. \n\n\"Well personally I rather prefer the form with an implied skeleton. All things considered I find this shape puzzling to look at. But if you prefer it then fair enough. I myself do not have many different forms, I simply am.\"\n\nMr Bones crossed his legs over themselves, hovering ever so slightly in the air to keep eye(s?) contact with Triticea.\n\n\"I am curious though. What is the difference between domesticated and what I imagine would be 'wild' plants. I know that one could not domesticate a tree for example, but I feel as if a common farming plant could easily become a pest elsewhere. Or do you not care much for those kinds of plants?\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"It's my true form.\" She made an odd gesture with the rope of locust corpses coiled around her body, her equivalent of a shrug. \"When I ripened and burst from the Tree, this is what became of me.\" Indeed, this was the very form that had been cultivated by Mother Gaia from the moment that she had sprouted, featuring the very same stalk of wheat that had been growing before it gained sentience and became a deity. The tail feather like appendages of wheat seemed to flutter in the nonexistent wind, almost an instinctive movement like how mortals swung their arms when they walked. When she spoke, the locust rope vibrated, glowing a faint green, though the glow faded whenever she fell silent.\n\nIt would be a bit of an awkward situation trying to keep eye contact with the goddess of the harvest, given how far apart some of her eyes were as well as the fact that he didn't have any eyes on account of being a skeleton. Somehow, though, the two gods managed. At his question, the goddess paused, considering the query that he had posited as she hovered in air. All her eyes shifted upwards, creating a sort of wave as she turned all of her gazes skyward. The silence, punctuated only by the buzz of her wings as she kept herself afloat, settled down upon the two of them for a moment before she finally produced an answer that she decided was satisfactory and let her eyes look at him once more.\n\n\"A domesticated plant is one that doesn't appear in nature, shaped by farmers over generations of seeds to suit their needs.\" She answered evenly. \"I don't much care what happens to the wild nature when plants go loose.\" She answered dismissively, \"That's the problem of the nature gods, not me.\" It was almost callous, the way she tossed aside the idea, but why should she logically care if plants were to die? Crops were cultivated only to be slain and consumed by mortals, after all, and if she was uncaring about the deaths of her own subjects, it stood to reason she'd care less for the wild."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "It was starting to get mildly annoying, constantly flicking his vision from eye to eye. Oh and the dead insects the god wore started to glow. How gaudy, how unsightly. But, they were still Mr Bones' sibling. It would be unseemly to be rude for no reason. \n\n\"I don't think you'll find much of that here I'm afraid.\"\n\nMr Bones slowly indicated towards an ever moving clock in the distance, slowly moving on its own. \n\n\"This place, whatever it is, has not existed for very long. I am one of the oldest gods and it would be possible for me to personally recount many of the days that I have experienced thus far. Generations have not passed yet, there hasn't been enough time. If, or more likely *When*, you create your realm I imagine that the plants you identify with will simply appear. They won't be shaped or nurtured towards specific use, they will be created with consumption in mind. I understand of course that this is a plant that has been purpose built to be domesticated, but is that true domestication? If a wild god creates the wilderness, is it truly wild? Personally I don't think so, but I think I can guess your answer.\"\n\nMr Bones dismissively separated his arms, as if trying to quell any conflict before it began.\n\n\"Why the disdain for other nature gods though? I would have imagined that a goddess of the harvest and satiety would be more inclined to working together, especially with other nature adjacent deities.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"You've got it wrong.\" Though she could have addressed what he'd said earlier first, Triticea felt that this was the more pertinent issue that she needed to address before she delved into the semantics of what was and wasn't wild and domesticated. \"I've got nothing against the gods of the wild.\" Her eyes closed and she blinked, once more sending a blinking wave through the various eyes that adorned the wheat circlet she called a body. \"But their problems are their problems, and mine are mine. We're gardeners of our own realms, and it's our own responsibility to prune the weeds that creep into our homes.\" If one of her Spirits ventured into the land of another god and was blasted into bits, she would have no objections, but she also wouldn't make an effort to keep them there beyond her token demand drawing them to her Valley.\n\nWith that addressed, she moved on to the lighter topic, that of the division between the plants under her dominion and those under the wild gods' reign. \"And as for what you were asking about earlier... Generations might not have passed yet, but they will. I'm new, finally ripening because mortals are beginning to plant the seeds of their fields into the ground. The plants of the wild may not be changed by mortal hands yet, but it's only a matter of time.\" She flapped her hands. \"I've created a Valley for myself already. Once the mortals start, the plants will begin to pop up in my home. So far, it's only wheat and an odd assortment of strawberries, but in time it'll become a massive garden far beyond most people's wildest dreams.\"\n\nThat was her current ambition for her realm, to create a garden that could surpass anything in all of the World Tree in beauty. It was little more than a dream for now, but she had little doubt that she could turn it into reality as more and more plants were discovered and added to her domain. Even newly born, she understood the importance that agriculture held for mortals to truly make civilisation, after all."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"I believe our purpose for being here is to create civilisations. If you are simply creating a land for the purpose of it existing, that goes against the entire reason of our creation.\"\n\nMr Bones was attempting to punctuate his points with his arms, though he was a bit worried that it simply wouldn't have any effect on Triticea on account of her nonstandard shape.\n\n\"And besides, you could always create the whet to be able to feed 40 people. I understand that your entire thing is agriculture and such but it feels inefficient I suppose. I doubt either of us are going to change each other's opinions so it's probably best to just drop the topic. You mentioned that you created a realm? What's it like?\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She frowned, tilting her head. Of course, she well understood what his arm gestures meant, given that she had a human form of her own that she'd been using to speak to him earlier, but just because she could understand didn't mean that she agreed. \"I mean, I do help with civilisation. My harvests are the building block for any civilisation that needs food.\" Of course, when she spoke of herself, she referred more to the concept of agriculture and the harvest than she did of Triticea. The line between the concept of agriculture and her identity as a goddess were a little blurry for her, but it was she that allowed plants to sprout and grow under the care of humans. The nature gods might have control over the kind of berries that humans might forage for, but she was the one with the final say over whether cultivated plants were allowed to grow.\n\nShe opened her mouth to argue further, but at the very least the other deity seemed wise enough to realise that neither of them was going to get anywhere with this argument, choosing to drop the topic. For the sake of their so far amicable relationship, she saw fit to let the clearly controversial topic drop for now, instead considering what else he'd said. \"To be honest...\" She looked a little embarrassed. \"I'm not too sure. I was in a bit of a daze, from the moment I awoke to the time I arrived here.\" Perhaps one might even call it grogginess, after sleeping for months, but she had almost been in a trance, acting purely on instinct until she decided to search out for other gods.\n\n\"I remember a bit, though. It's filled with lots of fields, each filled with crops cultivated by my little spirits.\" She nodded and held up a hand, one of the little divine grasshoppers jumping onto her outstretched palm and considering the walking skeleton. \"It's not really a place for mortals, or even any intelligent life yet. I've been considering making a guardian, but for now it's just my spirits and me.\" She explained. \"What about you?\""
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones nodded. He could relate to what Triticea went through, also having created a realm almost subconsciously. \n\n\"It should be tied to at a base level. Look for it, truly search for it and you will find it. Your land is as much a part of you as a limb. Or in your case a... Stalk of wheat. As for me, my realm lies to the west.\"\n\nMr Bones idly pointed at a nook in the hall, the closest place to his desert that was readily apparent. \n\n\"It is a pure white desert, adorned with rivers and mountains. My children, the skeletons, live there. Some have already died, some simply showed up. All are welcome. And I too remember my first creation being interesting. A fragment of myself was idly tossed into the void and decided to create a land. I'm not annoying personally, that fragment still lives inside me somewhere, but it was confusing in the moment.\"\n\n\"...Hm...\"\n\n\"How long have you existed then, if you were able to be in a sort of instinctual state for a while? In my experience, the fruit bearing gods tends to appear relatively quickly and the gods are often ready to go from the beginning. You're a unique case though, I wonder why.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"I know *Where* It is...\" She grumbled, a little offended at the suggestion that she might be dull enough not to know where she'd created her own realm. \"It's in the East.\" She nodded in the direction of her Valley, knowing exactly where it was even from her current position in the Hall of the Gods. It was an odd feeling, knowing where her land was without ever taking the time to memorise it, but it was an instinctual kind of knowledge that settled in her mind, clear as the moment she had been born to her. Speaking of land, though, she followed his gaze to the nook, trying to create an image of the desert in her mind. It was a little difficult when she'd never seen a desert before, but she did her best to conjure up a mental image of the god of the dead's realm regardless.\n\n\"How long...\" She hummed. \"I don't know.\" Without a world there was no sun, and hence no true concept of days. She had pretty much no concept of time, \"But I do know it's not that long.\" How did she even know that, she wondered, when she'd never even had a point of reference? The goddess decided not to dwell on it for the moment. \"I've been growing for a long time, since I first sprouted on the World Tree's upper branches.\" She explained, \"But I've only been me since I awakened and ripped myself from the bark. Does that make me as old as the wheat, or as the moment of my true birth?\" She wondered.\n\nBecause the stalk of wheat that had spent months growing on the World Tree was still her, merely without the consciousness. She wondered what it meant, that she had grown out as a stalk of wheat rather than a fruit like most other gods. Well, she supposed it made sense, given that grain was her holy plant, as well as being pretty representative of her portfolio as the goddess of agriculture. She decided to chalk it up to the significance of those plants to her influencing the form she took when she speared through the wood of the World Tree and began to reach for the heavens."
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"author": "supreme_eternal",
"message": "*After countless eons of slumber, he had awoken to this new world, a life of Change and perhaps opportunity, in order to adjust to this new life he had spent time accumulating vast quantities of knowledge across all realms, domains and dimensions, all this was done during his sleep, so that he could learn the ways of this world and it's concepts, one might say he has obtained a cosmic awareness of this place, however for a better experience, it was determined that he should travel and explore across all space-time and dimensions, and as such this particular place was the next to explore, a place of unique beings, ones that are beyond the mundane.\n\n\nA phenomenon which tore the fabric of reality creating a portal into this realm and through it a being came in the figure of a male clad in a full suit dark armour made from unknown materials, his presence was that of a mysterious feeling, as he stand upon the grounds of this place, his eyes of deep purple what it signified was not understood as it could only attribute to his mysterious presence, his hair that was of a silver colour with a hue of violent enveloped around it, such a appearance was rather rare to encounter. The being did not stood still as he steadily walked around examine and looking about in wonder, his footsteps were meek almost as if he was walking on air, a strange entity that was neither man nor beast had descended into the halls of the mightiest traversing around with no sense of going into a specific direction, if any other were to see him they could immediately tell he was not this place, a total stranger or a intruder it depends on who sees him*"
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "Silly bounded through the branches, as was one of her many routines, eventually making her way to her favourite table. The one she'd jumped on that one time... Although she'd also jumped on all the other tables too. That one was just special. Reminiscing, she glanced at the clock. Had it been that long already? Well... She had an eternity ahead of her. Better make the most of every cycle! But counting all those little rings or keeping track was soooo much work.\n\nHer thoughts, if they could even be called thoughts given their intense speed and fleeting nature, were destined to be forgotten within moments of passing through her mind. So, it was no real loss when these thoughts were interrupted. Pushed aside by Silly noticing a new deity wandering the halls. A new friend, perhaps? She'd really been slacking. Maybe this new god was a god of parties? His armour was really dark, after all. And parties were a night thing. Maybe they could organise parties together to celebrate all the new birthday gods!!! Oooooh she was so excited thinking about it!\n\nIn a frenzy, she rushed up, closing the distance in a burst of speed that sent turbulent shockwaves about the halls, causing the shrubbery to rock and tables to creak and tip. *Oops.*\n\n\"Hiiiii! I'm Silly! Who are you! Oh! What are you a god of? Are you a god of parties? Do you like jokes? I like jokes! And cakes! Ooooh, I should show you Larry, he made muffins a while ago, and made all other tasty things I told him about! Did you know it's reaaallly reallly hard to make baking powder en masse without an industrial chemical plant? And noooo one is even close to making one of those yet. But we can use potash kiiindaaaa to get something similar but it's more finicky and we need to make sure there's some other stuff tooo and- oh, now I'm losing you... Oh! I know! Tell me about you! I'm a really good listener. This one time Vivienne made me sit in the corner and be quiet and I listened to *Everything* For what felt like hours and hours and I didn't even say anything! Mhmm! So if you talk I'll- wait- yeah- quiet time! I'll be uuuh- quiet!\"\n\nSealing her own lips with a zipper, Silly looked expectantly at the god who'd just witnessed her long rambling. But, even a zipper couldn't stifle all her little giggles from slipping out under it."
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"author": "supreme_eternal",
"message": "*A talkitive one who was rather unique and interesting to be in the presence of, this him wonder about all the other entities present Jerez what they are like and how they behave, as soon as she had queited down, he spoke and said.\n\n\"I am Arthos, and you could say that I am a god in this form... Perhaps, to answer your questions no I am not a 'god of party', I'm the one that brings about the end of all things, the one who is the opposite of creation and existing things, I am The lord of destruction, the destroyer of all things.\"\n\nHe exclaimed as he gazed down to her eye level, he was much taller than her, he found to be more intrigued about this her as something about her was different her presence, the essence he could see was different from all others he was aware of, something about her piqued his interest.\n\n\"You sure are a lively aren't you little one? You seem to be childish and silly at the same time, I find you interesting as beyond all this persona, there is something of deeper meaning than what one could imagine, it intrigues me, tell me silly, who are you truly?\"\n\nHe asked her out of deep interest, this was something out of the ordinary as he rarely even engage with anyone or took interest In them, there is something that is definitely different about her and so this was the time to observe*"
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"Skeletal creatures mainly. Some skeletons are big, some are small, some have created a pseudo hive mind but overall just skeletons.\" \n\nMr Bones sat up straight, pausing slightly.\n\n\"And this is why I asked you. Obviously I can create skeletons, but it seems almost cheating to artificially create dead lifeforms. Much much better to have... Naturally sourced corpses I feel. And I was wondering if, on the chance that the creatures you were creating had endoskeletons and not... Not exoskeletons... Would I be able to possibly take those skeletons and give them life.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She shook her head at his request. \"I can't. My spirits are made of my power of harvest, so their physical forms dissolve back into my divine power and return to me when they're destroyed.\" It was why it was so simple for her to make more Spirits of Harvest, beyond their simplistic minds and nature. All she was really doing when she chose to make them was calling upon some of her power to manifest into a physical form before her, returning to her at her command or upon their destruction. As such, their locust exoskeletons were more magic shaped into that form rather than any real matter which could be properly animated. It wasn't that she wouldn't give him the bodies of her fallen spirits, but that she legitimately couldn't due to the unstable nature of their physical existence.\n\n\"Besides, bones make good fertiliser for my crops to thrive, so I kind of would need them if they did become exoskeletons.\" Of course, she could grow plants in an instant with her own divine power, but even a god couldn't be everywhere all at once. In her absence, she needed to make sure that mortals had the proper resources to properly coax her subjects to sprout and grow into the strongest, best tasting crops that they could. She didn't much mind that her subjects were basically being raised to die, because that was their purpose. That was the purpose of her own existence, as far as she was concerned, to cultivate that life only to slaughter it to prolong the existence of fauna just as animals died to allow others to survive.\n\n\"Hey! If you've got any upstart skeletons that you need gone, just bury them in the ground under one of my subjects. My plants are *Very* Good at sucking the vitality out of their food.\" She nodded, not worried that it might offend the god of the dead. After all, any who might be subjected to such a long and cruel fate would surely have committed some great crime or offence, so she wasn't worried he might take it as her suggesting it for all of his skeletons."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Oh. Well that was a bit rude. Especially the sacrificing skeletons part, why would he do that.\n\"Hm. Well, too bad I suppose. And I'm not going to send any upstart skeletons your way. For one thing there are no upstart skeletons and myself willing, there never will be. Also, it would just be cruel.\"\nWind slowly sailed through Mr Bones' bones. It was as close to a sigh as he could manage, without it seeming forced at least. He then forced himself up, standing once again on the wooden floor of the hall and stretching, looking around.\n\"Personally I think that your spirits dissolving and returning to you is a bit of a waste, or a hassle at the very least. I personally wouldn't but I'm not you. Anyway, I'm certain that I've been taking up an awfully large amount of your time and as a new god you're probably rather eager to explore as much as you possibly can so I won't hold you for much longer. If you need anything, come to my lands and ask you won't be able to miss them. Nice to meet you and goodbye.\"\nWith that, Mr Bones took an ever so slight bow and then disappeared, teleporting away. What a strange god he had met, much more different than all the others so far. Not in a very good way though, truth be told he was hoping Triticea didn't take the skeleton up on his offer."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "With the rest of the preparations well underway, and going *Quite* Well if she did say so herself, it was once again time for Vivienne to enlist the help of some others. The party itself may have been quite an undertaking, requiring not just one but nearly *Ten* Fragments of herself, but even it was nothing compared to what she wanted to do this time. First, a pressure exerted itself upon the Hall, a sightless gaze peering over all who still resided in it. Then, satisfied that Silly was nowhere to be seen, *Form* Came next, shadows twisting and bending into the shape of a tall and imposing moth witch. Darkness faded away, color returned, and suddenly Vivienne was there. A rather dramatic entrance, but any attracted attention was a potential recruit. \n\nThe dream deity pulled up a seat at the table, sat herself down gracefully, and summoned a crystalline cloth within her hands. Last time she had sought audience this way, so very long ago now, she had made one crucial mistake; getting herself *Far* Too involved in her own project. This time though, she would not err that way. Though she was all-too-happy to spend some time practicing her embroidery on the iridescent, sparkling fabric, her attention was turned outwards, the eyes upon her moth wings open and searching. An all-seeing gaze that would prevent her from getting so ungracefully spooked again. Now all she had to do was wait."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Round and round and round and round and round... When I stop will I? No one knows!\"\n\n*And she needn't wait long, for lurking within this hall of gods was an unfortunate albeit familiar sight to behold. Though she first made their presence known by their incessant yet unfortunately familiar ramblings, or how they occasionally battered and beat themselves into the wall. With how she carried herself, you may assume she had two left feet, an inability to course correct nor judge their surroundings, and was presently blinded. All of which was true, for this creature's long messy hair completely covered their face and they had mistakenly or perhaps purposely given themselves two left feet. Which when combined with their innate inabilities, accurately replicated a drunkard trying to walk themselves home-... Though she didn't have the same smell, at least.*\n\n\"Eheheahaheehawefkeghal... Oh what fun, oh what fun it is to ride with this broken steering wheel! Ehahaeeghh! I so wonder where I'll go, what I'll do! May me-I perhaps stumble onto the shnowy land like this? Oho! Quite the challenge that'd-...\" *Alas her rambling was cut short when she rammed straight into a pillar, falling over limp onto the floor.* \"Ow.\" *Cried the Nach, who made no effort to rise from where she laid. Instead, she began rolling down the hall as her new method of transportation.* \"Ahahaaaa! Ahahahahaehehahahaehaghhaahhh! Oh this is so much better! A bit painful it is, yes it is... But jovial! So very jovial still! Weeeeee!\" \n\n*She inevitably would roll herself to where the poor, unfortunate, Vivienne had seated herself. Though Nach hadn't noticed the witch's presence at all, too preoccupied doing whatever it is that she thinks she's doing.* \"Gaahahaaa! Weeeee!\""
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "\"Bah!\" An all too familiar scream cried out from beyond the halls, as Abrielle tumbled from the canopy of Gaia down the branches, now, you may ask, why was she up in the canopy? And to that, I answer: she was climbing up to fulfil the will of her other selves, and try to find her realm. Unfortunately for her, it seems this fragment forgot it was a deity, and thus tried to climb the traditional way, which only resulted in failure, she'd get oh so close to the very top, and all of a sudden fall back down, the sound of her making contact with the branches of Gaia resembling a comedic 'bonk', this act of utter buffoonery continued on for long, way too long. Before one of the branches she fell and tumbled upon led her not into another branch or the roots, but instead to the hall of gods!\n\nAbrielle without, taking a second to even examine her surroundings or realizing that there was a change of scenery, attempted to climb the walls, only hitting her head on the ceiling as she came tumbling down yet again. The Goddess now only finally realized she wasn't between the branches of Gaia but in a brand new place! She took a mere second to examine her surroundings, before immediately spotting the water clock. It attracted her attention almost instantly like colours do to a toddler, and she went running towards it, wrecking absolutely anything in her path.\n\nFortunately for the unfortunate dream god, Abrielle passed mere centimetres away from the table, though probably softly bumped into the Goddess somewhere along the way. She paused right in front of the clock, a wide smile on her face as she watched it...\n\n...\n\n\"Time is so sloowww! Bah!\" The Goddess cried to herself, seemingly disappointed with the clock, she turned away from it.. Well, that was certainly short-lived, huh? The Goddess found a new centre of attention, a familiar face! No, two familiar faces! Vivienne and uhh... Uhh. Naht? Naci? Nak? Yeah, Nak! The Goddess strolled forward towards the witch at a leisurely pace, as if she hadn't almost wrecked the table and cloth five seconds earlier, and stopped beside the table.. Her eyes barely at length with it, she had to stand on her tippy toes to figure out what was going on, before looking up at Vivi\n\n\"Hi hi! What's this? Looks like cloth, can I eat it? What does it taste like? Does it taste like paranoia? Does it taste like cupcakes?\" The Goddess's barrage of questions seemed never-ending, you'd think she was a deity of gluttony! Abrielle, without warning, went to take a bite of the cloth, but alas, she was too short, and took a nice hefty bite from the table, \"Blerhh! Tastes like leaves and wood!\" She complained, thinking she took a bite of the fabric, before finally manifesting a chair from below her to be eye level with the other god(s), an awfully tall chair to boot, but when you're a fragment and short enough as is, gotta compromise som ehow."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "A thump and a slump drew every last ounce of attention out of Vivienne, the hall around her seeming to *Shake* As someone crashed against one of the pillars and subsequently fell. Instinctively, she whipped around to the source, eyes growing wide. \"Oh dear are you alri-\" Then halfway through her concerned question, *Another* Crash sounded, as a second deity plummeted from the ceiling and slammed into ground beside her. Vivienne froze in her seat, her embroidery halted, and simply *Stared* For a moment, eyes anxiously flitting between the two children. Appearance-wise they were like night and day. Nach she recognized almost immediately, the absolute disaster child from the season ritual. A force of chaos that almost made Silly look tame by comparison. Almost. The other was a stark palette-swap, the day to Nach's night, but her temperament... \n\nThe little deity made a chomp at her carefully-done embroidery-work. \n\n... Was no less deranged.\n\n\"Whoa, sorry! That's not edible!\" With a panicked almost yelp, she whisked the fabric upwards and away, before dispelling it with a snap of her fingers. Only to find the child now biting down on wood. \"Neither is this...\" Two of Vivienne's hands floated awkwardly just over the child, wondering how she was supposed to pry her off, but soon enough she let go of her own volition, summoning up a chair to sit on next to her. This was... Certainly not how she'd expected this to go. It seemed this world was full of surprises no matter how she'd tried to prepare. For a moment, she wondered how she was supposed to get her present done if *This* Was the help that had found its way to her. But, well, a god was a god. Power was power. If she needed to ask literal *Children* For help, then...\n\nVivienne swallowed her pride and anxiety, and pushed on regardless. \"Hello, little ones.\" Her voice raced slightly, her worry readily apparent. Anxious habits swiftly took over, memories of a time that didn't exist racing through her head. Small apprentices learning from her in the art of magic. How they used to get all frazzled from their experiments, and how she used to look after them. With a series of small gestures, she produced a comb in one hand, a handkerchief in another, and one of the fruity cookies from her baking practice in another. Then, an extra duplicate of her appeared, bearing all the same items, and made her way over to Nach.\n\n\"We have met in passing before, but I don't recall if we've been properly introduced.\" Slowly, gently, she started combing the errant leaves and dirt out of the childrens' hair. \"My name is Vivienne, the creator of dreams. I am here to ask a favor of all who would listen.\" She dampened the handkerchief with a splash of magic water, wiping away any cuts or scrapes that her eyes met. \"You see, I'm throwing a birthday party for a friend and one of the presents is going to take more than my power alone. If you wouldn't mind lending a hand, I would greatly appreciate it.\" Before they went and bit her hand off, she swiftly offered the divine children the sweets, smiling. \"In exchange, you will get an invitation to the party, where I will be serving plenty of sweets like this and more.\" With a clap, she leaned back a bit admiring her rather quick handiwork in cleaning them up. Not that it'd last particularly long."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Eh?\" *Nach then inexplicably froze when something caught their ear, her face smooshed up against the floor when a loud BANG echoed through this hall of gods. But though she twitched and squirmed from where she laid, Nach moved not a muscle more from where she froze midroll.* \"Bang? Oho? A bang? An explosion perhaps, or rather- an entry? A great fall that proceeds an equally great entrance! Ahhh... Yes, oh yes there is another in our midst! Two me-I thinks, two...?\" *The mad little god speculated as though she couldn't hear either Vivienne or Abrielle, who were proof enough that there were not one but two others in their midst.* \"How so curious...\"\n\n*At last this Nach acknowledged the presence of their accompanying gods when they reared their head off the floor and set their maddened gaze onto Vivienne, as the unfortunate witch could see little of this creature's face. For Nach's long mangled purple hair obscured it like the curtains of a stage, save for one of Nach's ruby eyes which were fixed solely upon the witch. Warily studying her under an eerie silence, all as she wiggled and writhed upon the floor, wholly incapable of holding still.*\n\n*Her head cocked over with Vivienne's greeting, blinking once then twice, before a smile overcame them and Nach began manically bouncing where she laid.* \"Aha! The many mothly one, from the seasoning gathering! What a pleasurable surprise to witness you again in almost vaguely the same place, a joyous occasion in our jovial roll~!\" *An inspection of Nach revealed numerous bruises peppering their sickly pale skin, yet precious few cuts and an abundance of scribbles. They didn't seem like notes to remember anything, but instead drawings, smiley faces, tic-tac-toe boards that were always a draw, eyes, talley marks. Why all this was done on her skin is anyone's guess, yet Nach paid them little mind.* \"I however am ME! The jovial roller beneath you, the creature of questionable origin, the thiiiii-i-i-i-ng... Awawawawawawawawawaaaaaa...\"\n\n*Fortunately their ramblings were cut short when Vivienne began combing through Nach's hair, which though a difficult and lengthy endeavour, miraculously calmed an otherwise manic god. No longer did Nach frantically bounce around, nor did she wiggle nor writhe nor twitch, instead she laid sprawled out on the floor- at ease.* \"I is Nach... Yes... N-a-c-h~! Ehhehhehe...\"\n\n*From there on the mad little god laid subdued by the stroke of a comb through her mangy hair, listening intently to Vivienne's proposal and snatching the cookie from her hand with her teeth. Which she delicately nibbled on in sharp contrast to how she tore apart the cupcakes, once she were finished with the cookie and Vivienne with her hair however; Nach soon assumed their \"\"\"Normal\"\"\" Behaviour by leaping up onto her feet and throwing their hands into the air with a smile.* \"Ahahaaa! You speak of friend Bells yes-yes? Wielder of the Larry? They who ringly ring and EXPLODE! What a delightfully splendid little idea! Oh to attend a party with an actual invitation for once, to feast upon delicacies of the heart and mind and dance with all the pretty colours! Aaahaahaha! And all must this Nach do, is partake in the joys of creation? What a steal! What a steal! Unless...\" \n\n*She inexplicably turned away to hug herself tight, silently contemplating... Something, before swiftly turning right around.* \"We require an amendment to your proposal... In return, we-I receive an invitation AND the mothly one's friendship. It's of utmost importance.\""
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"author": "omeganumber",
"message": "After the two rather loud noises from the small gods rang out through the area, after a small bit, a god who was already in the hall began to slowly approach the chaotic group of people. Her plain white dress swaying back and forth as she moved along. It was Mizu, another god from the season ritual, even if they were an extremely late arrival to it and they didn't talk to anyone. They all caught her eye as the two children causing chaos and noise, and the one person trying to talk to them stood out among the mostly calm atmosphere of the hall of gods. For a moment she stared at them from a distance, her eyes darting from one person to the next as she contemplated if it was really the best idea to attempt to talk to these.. People. Especially together. Never less she did decide to go through with her decision to interact, she needed to talk with people more anyways.\n\nWith a small nervous wave, she walked in front of the group, she halfway expected one of the two children or both to try and eat her as she did this. Since she saw what they tried to do to the table and Vivienne's embroidery she wouldn't put it past them to try and eat a living being who was trying to have a conversation with them.. Then again would they even pay attention to her? It seemed like they were dealing with their own thoughts at the moment which included a deal to.. Get friendship.\n\nShe cleared her thoughts even if it was only for one or two moments, taking in a deep breath before finally speaking...\n\n...\n\n\"Uh.. Hey there.. I think I saw some of you at the season ritual.. Or.. More specifically two of you\" She would fall silent after this as she froze up a bit, she didn't want to rudely enter into their conversation, but then again she already said hello.. So continuing on couldn't be all bad in her mind. Looking up at the moth lady she directed this sentence to them, with a hopeful but rather scared and unconfident tone \"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. If you want more help with that.. Present you're making for your friend I wouldn't mind lending a hand..\"\n\nShe wouldn't talk after this as she waited to see their response. Though their gaze did end up falling to the two children for a moment or two.. Maybe three, probably more, as to her they seemed almost like feral animals even if their appearances were cleaned up, as the way they behaved was just pure chaotic energy, even for children it was odd. It was fascinating on many levels to her, as it was hard to take her eyes off them. Though she wouldn't be saying that out loud as she wasn't trying to offend anyone, she didn't want to have enemies before getting to make a single friend here"
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "\"Hallo!\" The little Goddess greeted Vivi back, a wide smile on her face as she ignored Vivi's worry.. Was she ignoring it? Or was she too tone-deaf to realize the anxiety and worry that followed the moth being? Her focus quickly directed to the being of chaos that rivalled even the most deranged parts of their mind, they pointed towards the mad Goddess without saying anything, seemingly their way of ack-\n\nAll of their tiny little jumbled thoughts and weird actions were cut short by the sensation of a foreign object touching their hair. \"BAH! BAH!\" The Goddess cried in anguish, agony and wrath, attempting as best she could to fight the witch, though alas, it seems she had physically made herself unable to cause harm to anyone, and her tiny punches and struggles felt like soft caressing, though she still wildly thrashed about and made it surely difficult to properly clean her hair up. \"Evil! Oh, How very evil! Evil witch! Oh, what sin have I committed to endure such a vile fate! Bah!\" The tiny goddesses' cries echoed throughout the halls, as her struggle, yet persistent, was futile. In the end, Abrielle was unfortunately clean. She held her hair and let out a silent cry, this act of over-the-top drama coming to a very quick end as vivi offered a cookie, immediately, Abrielle **Leapt** Forward towards the witch, taking in her entire hand into her mouth for a second, before pulling away. Thankfully, Vivi's hands were intact, though surely covered in saliva, and the cookie was nowhere to be seen, presumably in Abrielle's stomach. \"Bah! I forgive your combing of thine hair for such a gracious gift! How kind! How kind!\" The Goddess exclaimed, her smile quickly returning as she intently listened to the moth speak on about.. *Gasp!* A birthday party! Oh, Oh! Yes! Surely she must participate in it! It would be a sin not to! An act of blasphemy! A sin against all of god-kin! Bah!\n\n\"Yes! Yes! I must! I must! Oh, tables **FILLED** With cupcakes and their weird disc-like yet delicious delicacy! Oh, I must attend, even if I must sink in some of my power to get an invitation I **Must!**\" The Goddess repeated and insisted, excited by the prospect. \n\n\"I.. Uh.. C'mon you practised this!\" The Goddess spoke to herself. \"I.. Promise.. That I will.. Remain on my be.. Bes... Best behaviour during the creation of the gift. And that I will not eat it.\" The Goddess's words came out slow and she stuttered in between them, though eventually she got them out, put her hands on her lap and swung side to side in her seat, swinging her feet while at it.\n\nHer attention quickly turned to the newly entered god, one they had never seen before to boot! She had to hold back the urge to leap out of her seat and at them the best she could. And it was apparent in her struggle against herself, she raised an arm and waved at them. A wide smile on her face. \"Hi, new person! New god..? Who knows!\""
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"author": "somemekboy",
"message": "*And as if the day could not get more chaotic, a high pitched whistle would be heard from above the whole group. It was odd, as if someone was letting out a loud tone for lack of practice on an instrument of their choice. Or, more accurately, as if someone had dropped a very large object from very high up. Should any god observe the source of the noise they would see a white- and gold-flecked shape growing faster and faster as it descended towards the floor of the hall. Eventually the masculine, if rough-hewn in a literal sense, figure would become clearer before a mighty* **THUD!** *Resounded from the impact of his giant soles on the wood of the Hall.*\n\n*Now that the figure wasn't moving, his features could be more easily found. He was a statue carven of marble, flecked throughout with flakes of ivory, and shot through with veins of gold mimicking the vascular structure of a mortal being. He was 'muscular', if having a literally chiseled physique could be considered muscles, although it was as if a novice craftsman decided to make a rough sketch of a humanoid rather than actually sculpt it. His face was plain and angular, but his eyes shone like iridescent gems. Mainly because they were. With a gravelly voice full of power and potential, he spoke.*\n\n\"I am Exilus, and I apologize for interrupting this gathering. I have newly formed from the tree and wish to create and improve mortals. Is this the correct place to do so?\"\n\n*From the god's own perspective, Exilus was hopelessly lost. He had dramatically underestimated the size of Gaia and could scarcely comprehend entire tree-mansions being woven from branches and leaves. It was wonderful artwork, but it could yet be improved. However, he required hands and assistants to help him improve the tree or, well, anything else for that matter. Hence his query, but even after the query was posed his mind churned. He had heard something... Something about creation. It was hard to puzzle out as he soared to the ground given the wind rushing through his metaphorical ears but he could still recall something...*\n\n*A gift is what he had heard. A chance to improve and get himself in the good graces of his peers so they could assist him in his grand mission? How could he pass up this opportunity falling into his lap?*\n\n\"I will assist in the improvement of the gift in exchange for this information, for it is my grand design.\"\n\n*Exilus' words were choppy, and that's because he saw no reason to hide his intentions at all. Lying was counterproductive to improvement as one could not build without knowing the full facts of what they were building upon. He was born yesterday, after all, and so such nuances as withholding information were foreign to him.*\n\n*Meanwhile, Exilus subconsciously started fiddling with the closest thing at hand: Nach's horrendous mane. It had required improvement based on Vivienne's actions, and so the statue began to braid and straighten with his own massive fingers.*"
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "*Oh, her carefully-planned party...*\n\nFor a moment, Vivienne silently lamented. What she had originally been hoping would have been a nice and peaceful affair would no doubt be the absolute image of chaos. But... A cheerful smile crossed her face. This was a party for *Silly* Of all deities. She thrived in chaos and no doubt would have found herself out of her element in anything less. She needed to temper her expectations, and embrace the maelstrom she found herself in. \n\n\"Of course, Nach.\" Vivienne's tone was calm and caring, her expression warm. She stayed on her knees for an extra moment, just to keep at eye level with the much smaller deity. Her friend group was only growing more unhinged by the day, but her experiences with Dez taught her much about going with the flow. \"I would love to be friends.\" She gave the little goddess a quick pat on the head before rising back to her feet. \n\nThe second copy of Vivienne, though a little taken aback by the sudden, excessive amounts of saliva coating her hand, nonetheless gave a thankful smile to Abrielle. With a small gesture, she washed it off with a quick deluge of water. \"Thank you, little one. I know it will take some restraint, but it will be well worth it.\" Again, she gave the divine child a quick pat on the head, before fading into shadow and recombining with the other Vivienne.\n\nAnd how fortunate, there was yet another potential helper. And what's more, she recognized her. Vivienne paused for a moment, all-black eyes fixed on the girl with the flowing hair. Without even properly thinking, she just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. \"Oh! The cute girl from the ritual.\" She again paused, gave a little cough, and averted her eyes. \"That's... Your help would be greatly appreciated. It's a um... Present for Silly. The one who put together the whole thing.\" Two of her hands lifted to anxiously stroke her antennae, a gesture much like fiddling with her hair. \"I'm also putting together a party for her, if you'd be interested in attending that. There'll be-\"\n\n**T H U M P**\n\nA massive crash that shook even the foundations of the Hall cut Vivienne off mid-sentence. Another newcomer had just dropped right in. The witch stared almost blankly as the statuesque man straightened up, eyes following as he rose to be even taller than her. A sight she hadn't seen in a long while. Not since the abomination that had nearly killed her. \n\n\"Well, that's... How would I explain...\" In nearly in instant, the witch had gone from shy, almost stumbling words to the usual even tone she used the most. She crossed her four arms, antennae twitching a bit. \"Well, first, my name's Vivienne, it's a pleasure to meet you. Second, well...\" She tipped her head slightly, eyes closing as she thought. \"There's several places you could go, but the world is a big place, and you seem like a new god, so I'd expect you to be confused or daunted. This information you seek as payment is... Not particularly valuable, as you'd be able to pick it up on your own with time, so I don't want to say that I'll only tell you if you help. I will offer to show you around my own realm, however, if seeing such a thing would help you in your goals. Should you still wish to help, though...\" She opened her eyes again, a friendly smile painting her face. \"I would quite appreciate it.\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Awheehehehh...\" *A delightful grin overcame the mad little god when Vivienne patted the top of her head, followed with the snicker and stir of laughter that urged Nach into swaying to and fro.* \"Splendid! Oh so quite delightful, a new friend for our burgeoning collection! Oh by our count that makes...\" *She quickly counted upon her fingers before wiggling them around, as if to factor some unmentioned equation before she resumed the grasp upon herself with a hug.* \"Three! Oh we'll beat our record in no time, surely oh surely we will, yes-yes... We will.\" *She stumbled back and just barely evaded another fall, if she couldn't compose herself under normal circumstances then what hope did she have for this occasion? That Nach had the occasional bout of mischievous giggling invited a worrying thought of having agreed to something without realising it.*\n\n*There was no telling what thoughts bounced around this creature's skull.*\n\n\"Fortunately their attention had taken to the newest occupant of this hall, first studying her greeting and Vivienne's reception of it with bated breath. Assessing how this new creature ticked, before she clapped her hands and erratically tapped the tip of her left foot to a curious tune.* \"Ah they come in waves it seems... Or, or perhaps more apt to say they come in rain? Aaahhh, yes it would be so.\" *With a wave of her hand and the eerie turn of her head, she smiled at the dear unfortunate Mizu.* \"Another for the p-a-Aa-rty then! So you're a 'cute' one? Say our dear friend the mothly one? GAH! Youuu are not even fluffy, nor do you have knives that nash! And yet... Your hair is snow, yes! But is shnow cute? Eghemm... It's fluffy and it bites like knives, yet this Nach thinks snow it be more __cool__ than cute... Hm.\" *For a while this strange creature wracked her skull with the question, \"Is snow cute?\", rocking her head back and forth before suddenly snapping back to reality. Her eyes dead set upon Mizu, and for a moment it looked like she was about to drop upon all fours then sprint toward her-...*\n\n\"GAH!\" *If not for the colossal metal man currently braiding her hair, which Nach hadn't noticed on account of wracking her head with a most pressing question. Violently tugging the hair with a surprising amount of force for one so small, before stumbling backwards.* \"Ow, pain... Ehehe... Funny!\" *Her attention then turned upon Exilus, blinking once then twice, before setting their gaze back upon the room.* \"Egghhh... For now! For now... We shall trust dear friend mothly one's wisdom and recognize 'cute' girl's title of cute, for now... For now! We've a gift to make and then a most wondrous par-tee-ay to dream for, oh I do hope there'll be costumes! Oh and pumpkins! Oh- oh! And raining confectionaries with FIRE and sparkles and all the little colours! Ohhhh how very fun...\""
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"author": "boggletov",
"message": "*A shard of Taivas entered the hall with curiosity, though not through the usual hectic flying or floating. He decided that today would simply be a 'me-day', of casual discovery and enjoyment.\n\nIn one hand he had a gourd canteen (he was pretty proud of his mortals for figuring that one out) full of water, while in his other hand he held a ham and cheese sandwich (which was wierd because he hasn't even seen bread yet, nor does he quite understand the concept of bread or a sandwich).\n\nHe'd simply been wandering the tree to see if he could find any good views, before stumbling into the hall and freezing in confusion. In front of him was a group of gods he'd never seen before, each of then unique, especially the giant stone dude or whatever the gremlin getting its hair done was. \n\nUnfortunately for Taivas the ground he'd paused on groaned under his feet, with him frozen with a sandwich still in his mouth, he could only pray to Gaea nobody had heard him... Which was definitely not the case.*"
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"author": "omeganumber",
"message": "*She was a bit nervous at first to see their reaction, though once they said she was 'the cute girl from the ritual' it was more so confusion and.. Thankfulness? Was this meant to be a compliment to her? She didn't know, all she did know was she started blushing. Though she didn't think of this for long as she heard Nach and how their rant slowly devolved into if snow is cute. In all honesty it was probably the most chaotic thing she heard in her lifetime, which wasn't that long. But at least the small being hadn't actually figured out why she was called cute. She wasn't sure how to react to this all happening but at least she knew she they were okay with her helping out with the ritual.\n\n Though only after all these thoughts ran throughout her head did she remember to reply* \"Oh!.. Uh.. Thank you..? And I think attending a party would be wonderful.. And it's nice to actually talk to you..? Thanks for allowing me to keep my title I suppose as well..?\"\n\n...\n\n*She paused for a moment as she heard once again another thud as she turned her head to another new entrance.. What was it with people and causing loud noises from banging into stuff? She froze up once again though as she looked over the person.. An odd fellow to be sure. But everyone here was a bit odd or more then that. So technically they fit right in with the crowd. She wouldn't lay much mind to them though as she heard their ideas for the party, she just nodded along* \"Fire.. And sparkles.. Alright\" *She wasn't sure what a party for.. Silly would be like though from the way she imagined it Nach probably wouldn't be too far off from it all. She did take a glance at Taivas though once all was said and done, and odd man with some odd food*"
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"author": "norrian",
"message": "*Despite all the chaos in the halls, truly the party wasn't fully formed as of yet. Another was soon to find their way amongst those numbers as the doorway did creak open once more! ...Yet there was nothing there? No, there certainly was- a small infantile Crocodile crept into the hall, lured by the intensity and noise of the region that shook well with the chaos of the many deities.\n\nTruly was this a most... Unusual form for the Crocodillian deity to take, usually asserting himself as a giant. But he sought not to startle his fellow deities. Afterall, he traveled out now as a fragment of his still healing form in order to continue his original quest of uniting with all of his siblings. His small eyes darted about the various forms of his siblings that darted about and did their own things, only one of them being familiar: Abrielle. Yet she was smaller than he remembered...? Perhaps it was simply his Avatar's perspective that made her seem ever slightly taller prior?\n\nA shake of his tiny snout followed along with a quiet huff. His little legs waddled further in, beelining directly towards the only familiar sibling he noticed. He weaved by all the others with surprising elegance, trying to avoid squashed or yanked around as he waddled to the tall chair in which Abrielle sat.\n\nHis snout quick was it to point up and open wide with a most cute coo which only a baby Crocodile could make. He planted two feet on the chair, staring up at Abrielle as if asking for uppies. Then he finally spoke out, his usually loud and deep voice being quite the opposite in this form. Rather was it soft but fairly squeaky, like that of a toddler.* \"I know you, sibling of mine! Abrielle of Kenneth would it be, yes? Ever gracious creator of the Abrights and friend of mine own children!\" *Even despite how serious he seemed to be trying to be, it would be difficult to take that ridiculous Crocodile seriously in his current form... Yet still did he ever try.*"
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"author": "boggletov",
"message": "*Taivas, still right by the door at this point, slowly turned to face the newcomer. As his eyes then drifted downwards, he could only raise his brow as the tiny reptile crawled in front of him.*\n\n\"Well...\"*He mumbled to himself.*\"At least it's cute?\"\n\n*Taivas's expectations would then once again fracture as the crocodile spoke. He sighed as he glanced at his gourd canteen, wishing he had picked something different then water that may have helped him deal with whatever was happening around him now.\n\nHe would be the first to admit that he was what some would call an oddball, but all of this was just to much! Imps, metal dudes, talking reptilians, if he wasn't extremely curious he would have flown off to go unravel back in the cloud-sea.*"
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Abrielle's smile grew further as Vivi pat her, she held her hand to her head and refused to let go, gripping with the strength of a thousand mountai—! Nope, nope, she was weak as ever, and let go as soon as the shadows recombined, she seemed as if she was on the verge of a tantrum, but had to hold herself back. Still, though, she was frowning. As soon as Vivi addressed Mizu, she turned to look at her and studied her.. Cute? Oh yeah! She does seem cute, her hair reminds her of her own and the Abrights', she clapped and repeated after Vivi and Nak; \"Cute, yes, cute!\" She exclaimed, and as quickly as her attention had gone towards Mizu,\n\nIt had now been taken by the gigantic marble man who had recently entered, she stared at him, squinting... \"Improve mortals? Why improve! You should be proud of what you create!\" She exclaimed, seeming a little annoyed by the small remark before her eyes widened and she held her hair tightly as soon as she saw Exilus fiddling with Nak's hair. Her eyes were on the verge of tearing up as she gripped it tighter and tighter. \"Hair! Hair! Bah!\" She cried out, oh! What a horrid sight it was to see another person's hair being played and braided with! Oh! A crime, a crime! Bah!\n\nAnd yet again, just as quick, there was a newcomer! She looked over at Taivas, smiling and waving, before GLARING at the gourd and ham and cheese sandwich in his hands. \"WoAAH!! What's that!? Sandwich and uhh, uhh, what's the other thing!? It looks cool! Cool!!\" She exclaimed at Taivas, Once again she had to hold herself back from\n\nJumping out of her seat and grabbing the gourd from his hand, instead, she had to *Politely ask.* \"Can I uhh, can I have one!? Yes! Yes! Can I have one.. P-pl..\" She struggled with getting the last word out, her eyes almost tearing up again. \"..Please?\" Eventually, she got it out. A wide grin appeared on her face as she put her hands on the table in front of her as if it was now Taivas's duty to bring her one.. Despite her being a god and being able to summon one out of thin air.\n\nJust as fast her attention was taken away again — Gaia, she had no attention span, did she? — but nevertheless, she turned to the little reptilian that had appeared.. Say.. It did remind her of something she had come across before, a reptilian visited her realm before, no? She watched as the little man slithered about and walked over to her chair, pointing his snout upwards as if asking for uppies—, it would be a crime to not give him uppies now, would it be? Blasphemy! Heresy! As bad as harming Gaia! Yes! And thus, uppies Timsa got! As soon as he walked to her chair she pulled him like a baby and plopped him on top of her hair, comfily tucking him in and smiling.. Just as fast as Vivi had cleaned her hair, it most likely dirty again. \"Yes, Yes! I am Abrielle of Kenneth!\" She exclaimed, \"You're... Timsa'allah, right? Your avatar visited us a while ago! I'll just call you Timsa, the other name is too long, too long!\" She clamoured, putting her hand above her head and giving the little reptilian a tiny pat, before putting her hands on her lap and sitting politely yet again.. Or well.. As polite and calm as a ball of divinity condensed into a tiny body could sit. \"You're so much smaller than I thought you would be! But that's cute, that's cute, yeah!\" She had a tendency to repeat herself, huh?"
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"author": "somemekboy",
"message": "*The marble giant would address Abrielle's point first.*\n\n\"I will love what I will create, hence why I will bid them improve. For all can always be made better than it is.\"\n\n*Exilus would not press braiding Nach's hair as the chaotic gremlin-creature sought chaos over improvement and order. Instead he regarded the other newcomers to the room: a man bearing food, a small crocodile, and an elegantly dressed woman. All of them gods, which made Exilus' mind swim with ideas. So many forms he could improve upon and so little time to improve them! He needed assistants and he would need them soon, but first something more easily fixed was presented. He turned to the four armed witch again.*\n\n\"I still wish to help in the creation of the gift. Once it is done, I will gladly tour your realm to inform my own designs. I thank you for your assistance.\"\n\n*Mimicking the witch-goddess' own actions, Exilus would try and gently pat Vivienne on the head before moving on to Abrielle. He at least offered a word of warning before he next began.*\n\n\"Your unkempt mane is going to be straightened and improved. Please do not resist, this is for your own good.\"\n\n*With surprising speed and dexterity for what was ostensibly a statue, the God of Improvement would begin trying to straighten and braid Abrielle's hair as well. Unlike with Nach, he would pursue the topic further unless sufficiently eluded rather than just stopping the moment she pulled away. Improvement must come, regardless of wether or not the person believes they want it.*"
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"author": "norrian",
"message": "*A tiny snort left the miniature croc as Abrielle lifted him up unto her head, seeming to get comfortable for the time. He was glad she realized his identity even despite his fairly... Uncomfortable form. He laid upon her comfortably, his snout poking out just beyond her forehead. Soon would a fairly bothered huff escaped his snout as he listened to Abrielle, phased only by her description of him. Cute? He is not cute! He is a fearsome warrior, the Guardian and protector of these lands and his siblings! ...Yet then would he realize once more the form he took and let off a long squeaky sigh.*\n\n\"Mine form was chosen to reflect mine own lack of violent intent towards our siblings! ...Aside so would mine normal form be too large for casual interactions amongst the boughs of our beloved tree.\" *So did his monologue halt, seemingly unsure of what to make of the menagerie of his siblings in which littered about the hall and its gathering place.\n\nSoon would his comfort be interrupted by that large statue who sought to tidy Abrielle's hair. A small hiss let out at the Statue before he lept from. Abrielle's head and landed upon the table ever-so without grace. He hit the table with a \"Plap\" And whined in pain before he rose himself back up and shook it off. Yet now was he stuck in the middle of all the chaos with no social skills to fall on. He was, afterall, a warrior, not a socialite. \n\nThat was fine though, as he gaze scanned about the room, he soon found his attention on Vivienne. Out of all the others, she seemed to be the only with a true purpose, an aspect he was glad for. He had not heard the reasoning behind this gathering or Vivienne's attendance, but all the new faces made him happy. Particularly to see them so care-free. This was as it should be. Lives free of worry and guarded from hardship. It wouldn't take long before he was swaying side to side, absolutely beaming with glee and pride. Being surrounded by such merry company brought his emotions to the forefront, an event in which was rather rare.*"
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "It seemed with every moment that passed, the entourage only grew larger. Another surprise came in the form of a pale, humanoid deity that, again, stood taller than her somehow, with a second surprise coming in the form of a tiny crocodilian god waddling in. It seemed she really needed to get this ritual off the ground before it became far too many deities to organize. Vivienne suppressed a small frown at the rough hand that patted against her head. The gesture seemed kind enough, if awkward, but it was just different when it wasn't coming from a cute girl. With a quick flourish, she summoned her amethyst staff, Hypnopompia, tapping it roughly against the ground.\n\n\"For the newcomers here, I will give a brief explanation.\" Vivienne closed her eyes and made an arcane gesture with her arms, magic swirling at her fingertips. \"I am enlisting the help of my fellow deities to create a divine artifact as a gift for another. I have seen far too much death and rot, so I would rather see this become an aegis to protect our siblings, than a sword that cuts them down. We shall see what becomes of the combination of our power, however.\" The air around the group grew ever heavier, more indistinct. The scent of a fresh breeze wafted in, and the singing of chimes could be faintly heard, ghostly and ethereal. Her consciousness wavered, her body wobbled, the seam between sleep and wake slowly fraying.\n\n\"Those who wish to help, simply lean into the power before you. It shall take us to my realm, Hypnagogia, and we will start and finish the work there. I will give you one warning, however.\" Another image overlaid itself atop the Hall of the Gods. One of crystal plants, shimmering moths, and a lonely cottage in the midst of the woods. It stood faintly, almost invisible, like a reflection spied through a window. \"I have a handful of mortals present, who have been so kind as to help me with the preparations for this party. No harm must come to them. I may not be as powerful as the god eater, but that doesn't mean I can't show you a nightmare from which you will never wake.\"\n\n\"With that out of the way, then...\" Vivienne lifted her staff to the air, the magic in the air reaching a saturation point. \"Welcome to Hypnagogia.\" She slammed the staff against the ground, and everything snapped into focus. Crystal grass crunched beneath their feet, the quiet clattering of glassy leaves carried over the soft breeze, and the clearing glowed with a faint, magical light, shining from the flowers newly-planted around the cottage. Two Mothfolk, one male with the coloring of a rosy maple moth, and the other female with the coloring of a smoky moth, worked quietly within the garden, doing their best to ignore the group that had just shown up."
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "\"Bah!\" The tiny god exclaimed as Exilus began walking towards her. She wriggled in her seat and contemplated jumping off.. But her promise.. And the little reptilian sitting atop her head stopped her. She sighed, and almost accepted her fate, letting out tiny tears as her oh-so-precious hair was being tidied.. But then, the croc jumped off! Much like when a cat finally moves off of your lap and you can continue about your daily activities, a wide grin moved along her face, as all of a sudden—\n\nPoff! Her, alongside the chair she was sitting on disappeared into smoke, and all that was left behind were a few leaves and a tiny cat that skittered across the floor, running off and away from the table and further into the hall, before poofing again into Abrielle, who quickly looked around the room, particularly at Vivi. \"Sorry I broke my promise! But he was annoying me!\" She pointed to Exilus, slightly floating. \"Bah! Meanie! You shouldn't touch people's hair without asking first! I don't want it to be improved, I like it how it is!\" She pouted, crossing her arms and staying high up in the air. Watching all the other gods in the area. She recognized Vivi speaking but didn't really pay much attention to it. Instead, she watched the others intently, trying her best to keep their faces in her memory in case she stumbled upon them again, she opened her mouth to speak before suddenly—\n\n```Continuation in Hypnganaona idk large word```"
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*So many others, so... So many others...*\n\n\"What an intoxicating display of bewildering w-o-n-der... So many others, so... So many others. See their shapes I do, witness their colour, behold a stage of charming characters! Ehehehe, ehehee... Hehe... Heh... Ehhggh.\" *Our mad little god warily looks to and fro, from one god to the next, watching how they play and how yet more come still.* \"Too many me thinks... All those eyes, all these many eyes. Like peeping holes for their souls to peep on I, or... Or for __them__ to witness I as me am now.\"\n\n*Nach clutched a hand tightly onto her chest, her claws digging into the fabric of an unusual attire wholly unbefitting of a god. She felt for the beat of a heart, to hear the drums play while amidst this chaos she so thrived in. Yet the grin of Nach which so often invited trouble was bent into a frown, she looked between these others and wondered with venomous murmurs.* \"They'll devour us, these others, they just might. But until then we'll dance, we'll sing, we'll laugh, we'll play- we will! Oh we will... We'll hoot, we'll holler, we'll cheer, we'll be- we will! Oh we will... Oh we will be.\"\n\n*Her gaze met the floor and for a while she stood in silent contemplation, then a smile crept its way back onto the creature's face and a devious chuckle soon followed.* \"Ehehehaaa! Oh what a dream, we'll flourish yet! The par-tee-ayyy awaits, there we'll have our wings and better yet- a beginning! Oh yes, oh yes-yes another beginning.\" *When at last her attention turned back onto the room, one other immediately caught her eye and a burst of manic energy coursed through our mad little god. That smile, that troublesome smile brought upon us a frenzy! A frenzy that sent Nach upon all fours, hurriedly sprinting through this hall before leaping up onto the table. Shoving her face right into the baby crocodilian's, her maddened eyes locked squarely onto a warrior who couldn't hope to overcome this travesty before him.* \n\n\"POCKET MONSTER!\" *She cried, and before Timsa could even fathom what was happening Nach tried whisking him off the table and into her pocket. If there's a god for gods, may he have mercy on his soul. For Nach Will Not.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Hall of the Gods was not a place that Triticea often frequented, if she was being honest. The goddess of the harvest spent most of her time within her own realm, meticulously working on improving her creations, to be sent out as seeds by her spirits. She didn't hate talking to her siblings, but she wasn't usually the type to actively seek them out either. If they wanted to talk to her, they could come to her. That was the way that she saw it. The demigod guardian that she had created disagreed with that viewpoint. Fragarie had pestered her about going out and getting to know her brothers and sisters better, insisting that it was important for her to *\"Socialise\"* And *\"Touch grass\"*.\n\nShe'd been rather annoyed by the comparison. Of course she touched grass often! She spent most of her time working on her plants! Still, after a bit more nagging from her guardian, she figured that she might as well give it a shot. That was the reason she now sat absently in the Hall of the Gods - to get some social interaction besides her daughter. It appeared that she'd picked a rather inopportune time to come, though, as it seemed like the other gods were busy doing their own things as well. She sat alone in the hallowed Hall, grumbling to herself. She'd even taken the time to assume a more humanoid guise, to appear presentable, and nobody has bothered showing up?\n\nThe goddess let out a sigh, slumping back against her seat. She had taken the form of a young woman, around nineteen or twenty years of age, and clad in a toga. Her hair was as golden brown as a flourishing field of wheat, her signature hairpin featuring her holy symbol sitting upon her head. She allowed herself to sulk for a few moments, before straightening up and deciding to do something other than just sitting here. But what was there to do here? This place would make for terrible nutrients for any crops that she might try to grow and work on, so that prospect was out. She stroked her chin, humming her pondering."
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"author": "chaguar",
"message": "Though under the impression she had entered an empty Hall of the Gods, Triticea had been incorrect. In fact, a few inches from her feet balled up underneath the table was Crucia. It had not been long since she emerged, to assure she never found herself lost she had been mapping out Mother Gaia's domain in her head. An unfortunate set of circumstances led to her dashing underneath a random leafy table, to avoid Triticea when she entered. \n\nSeveral droplets of blood seeped through the bandages covering every inch of her face, and she frantically wiped at it. When she worried, much like sweat, she bled more than usual. If a single droplet splattered on the ground, the other goddess may have noticed her! The worst possible catastrophe in her situation, she held her knees close to her chest slowly rocking back and forth. \n\nIn all her clumsiness, she fell forward unceremoniously crashing her face right into Triticea's shins. \"Bwah!\" She exclaimed, frightfully crawling out from under the table. She shot up onto her feet, worriedly looking around with her three eyes (and the few on her wings she let open) pointing, stammering, and stuttering she tried to explain herself only to gulp down saliva.\n\nCoughing into her hand, she weakly flapped her wings, a nervous tic she picked up, \"Um, uh, Um, s-s-sorry! I-I wasn't st-stalking you or a-anything, um, uh, I, erm, uh, I w-wanted to make a m-map of the pl-place. Y-You see I e-emerged not too l-long ago and um, uh, w-well it's sc-scary walking around w-without knowing everything so um, erm, uh...\" She trailed off, awkwardly poking her fingers together as she glanced away from Triticea, shuffling her feet about."
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Still trying to get her bearings on the wonders of Yggdrasil, Calena entered the Hall of the Gods and was so focused on the beautiful wooden striations in the floorboards that she didn't seem to notice the other deities further in the space.\n\n*\"Maple, cedar, oak, pine... Is that bamboo?\"* She wondered.\n\nThe sound of coughing and a voice from further within the room broke her from her studies, and Calena saw a young woman in a toga and a figure in black, who seemed to have many bandages wrapped around her face. *Bloodied* Bandages. \n\n\"Oh dear, are you bleeding?\" Calena asked the figure in black, who she now noticed had multiple eyes and wings. She slowly began to walk forward, reaching into her satchel for some herbs and clean bandages. \"I can help with those wounds if you'd like.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Great Locust let out a noise of surprise as she recoiled backwards, kicking her foot out instinctively at the sudden sensation of touch. Fortunately, the Empress managed to get up just in time to avoid the Abundant One's impromptu kick. Triticea considered her newly revealed sister with surprise, not having noticed that one of her siblings was even in the Hall. The younger deity scrambled to explain herself, but before the Lady of the Harvest could get a word in edgewise, another voice sounded out from across, the room, drawing her attention away from the matter with the Bloody Empress.\n\nGlancing over, she caught sight of another new face. Another sister had appeared in the doorway of the Hall. She watched as the Keeper of the Peaks made her way towards her bleeding sibling. After a long period of silence where she'd allowed others to talk, her own voice cut through the transience. It was high, younger than her body seemed to be, and yet there was a commanding presence to it. \"Don't waste your time.\" She huffed dismissively at Calena. \"She's a goddess. Those wounds are surely by choice.\"\n\nA part of her wanted to leave, but her daughter's words echoed in her head. *\"Touch grass,\"* Fragarie seemed to urge in her head. With a dramatic sigh, she slouched forward, supporting her face with one of her hands as she considered the two younger goddesses. \"I don't think I've seen either of you two before. I guess you must be new, hm?\" She raised an eyebrow at them, waiting for the confirmation that was sure to come. After all, the winged one had already mentioned being new, and the brunette didn't seem to realise that gods could not be so easily injured.\n\nIt was curious, though, that they had managed to find their way to the Hall of the Gods despite being as new as they were. Then again, she had no room to judge. She, too, had come here right after making her realm. Perhaps it was the divine power of their Mother that had drawn them here, like moths to a flame?"
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"author": "chaguar",
"message": "\"Ah!\" Crucia nearly jumped out of her skin, literally as she did jump back a few meters from the other gods. She held her hands up at Calena, shaking her head back and forth as quick as she could, \"E-Exactly what sh-she said!\" She referenced Triticea, pointing both of her index fingers at the older goddess, desperately shuffling toward said goddess to hopefully back her up further. She could not stand being confronted about anything, it made her horribly self-conscious about her bandages. Awkwardly, she plucked at them, each time she pulled them up blood spurted at her feet. That only made her even more nervous.\n\nQuiet whimpers came from her as she basically shuffled behind Triticea like a child hiding behind their mother's skirt. It may have been a new person, but she appreciated that this goddess spoke for her. Speaking did not suit Crucia, she vastly preferred whimpering in the corner while everyone else left her alone. Those were good times, she expected such lucky days did not lie in her future. An easily bullied goddess like her would be too much of a snatch for rituals and pantheons that needed extra oomph. Not that she had ever even heard another god mention those.\n\n\"Um, uh...\" This new question from Triticea had Crucia questioning everything she ever knew! Directly confronting her over it reframed the Great Locust as not a savior but another attacker! Twisting her feet back and forth, leaving bloody trails on the ground, she quietly spoke, \"Y-Yes... I-I emerged, um, n-not long ago. R-Right before c-coming her a-actually. I sp-spent some t-time begging M-Mother Gaia to let m-me sleep in h-her fruit a-again. It's s-s-so scary o-out here.\" Even if Triticea did not seem as comforting as before she questioned her, Crucia still clung to her like a child, afraid that moving away would upset her."
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Calena was not exactly sure *Why * Someone would choose to have wounds. And as goddess of herbal medicine, she couldn't stand the sight of an untreated wound. But alas, this place and its inhabitants seemed to all have their quirks. And she felt a pang of sadness for the small goddess who stuttered in fear, for while Calena was new to the world, she understood fear. The mountains were ripe with it. \n\n\"I too emerged recently. But I'm not sure I will stay here long, for while I love the familiarity of Mother Gaia, it's not quite...\" She gestured uncertainly with her hands. \"It's not quite *Home*, you know? I may explore the gardens a bit, but otherwise I will be leaving here soon. I just wanted to see who else was around.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Triticea let out a sigh, not appreciating her sister's clinginess but with enough kindness to at least not tell her off for it. Still, she had begun to get a sense of how these new siblings were. The winged one was a coward, hiding away from the world even despite her divine power that marked her as one of the supreme forces of the endless expanse that surrounded the Tree. The other was a kind, down to earth soul, yet with that same sense of nervousness as she could see within the Bloody Empress. Perhaps it was some kind of shared trait between young gods? Had *She* Been like that when she first awoke? She didn't think so, but perhaps she could be mistaken. She was not infallible, after all.\n\nWell, she supposed she might as well take on the role of older sister, even if only for a little while. She held up a hand, allowing a miniature stalk of wheat to grow in it. \"Sister, hiding in the shade will stop you from ever sprouting. Every harvest requires the light to grow, and we gods are much the same.\" This was a nice way of advising that the Bloody Empress do a bit more socialising. She couldn't quite understand the feeling of fear or anxiety that her younger sibling seemed to feel, so she gave what aid that she could to try and remedy the other deity. \"Hiding in the darkness will only...\" The tiny plant in her hand withered into a blackened husk of itself.\n\n\"Well.\" She sat up a bit straighter, glancing from one sister to another. \"Welcome to the Hall of the Gods. It's where a meeting place for us.\" She explained. \"And I guess introductions are in order, too. I am Triticea, the goddess of the harvest. You?\" Sure, she was *Technically* The goddess of hunger and satiety as well, but she was a god of agriculture and bounty first and foremost. Besides, *Harvest* Just had a better ring to it than any of her other domains, so it was the one that she chose to introduce herself with. Her domain might have already been obvious, though, by the way her braids resembled wheat."
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"author": "chaguar",
"message": "Crucia tensed up, straightening herself up so she stood perfectly straight with the stalk of wheat her older sister produced. A thick gulp audibly shot down her throat as it withered away, dying with Triticea's warning. It's not like she chose to hide in the darkness, that life chose her she had no way of coming out into the light. Truthfully, she enjoyed speaking with another being who could comprehend her. It meant she did not have to lead, flashes of her past life haunted her. She shuddered, grabbing her shoulders out of undiluted fear.\n\nQuickly shaking her head, she waved her arms, \"I-I-I'll try not t-to hide i-in the d-dark so d-don't t-turn me into a d-dead husk.\" Her voice shook as she took a step away from Triticea. Pausing, she examined her arms and then body, realizing she may have already been the decrepit husk. Ruling as an empress may have been her chance to shine, now an eternal punishment was laid-out before her. Trapped in an all-powerful body she was too fearful to make use of. \"I-I fear it m-may be too l-late for a-a thing like m-me.\" She murmured under her breath, folding her wings over herself to cower behind them. \n\nSeveral of the eyes dotted along her feathers opened up, to let her watch her sisters. \"G-Goddess of harvest? Th-That's beautiful, um, s-sister? T-Titicea? I-I'll call you a-anything you w-want j-just don't w-wither me away.\" Shuffling her feathers, she peeked over them with her head, a few strands of her waterfall of darkness called hair splaying over them. \"Um... I-I am Crucia, G-Goddess of P-P-Pain! T-Torment and s-submission too, um, n-not as a-amazing as you, T-Triticea. Y-You can make a-anything grow, r-right? S-Sorry for a-asking.\" \n\nSuddenly, Crucia jumped up and turned to Calena, \"S-Sorry! I-I shouldn't be asking q-questions before y-you introduce yourself. Pl-Please find it i-in yourself t-to forgive m-me. If y-you must p-punish me, I understand!\" She gulped yet again, swinging her torso down into a bow at Calena."
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Calena immediately became flustered. \"No no no! If we are sisters, all born of Gaia, then we are equals. So you do not need to bow to me. I am not one for direct punishment, and definitely not for something as trivial as interrupting.\" \n\nPlacing her hand on her chest, Calena simply nodded her head at Triticea and Crucia. \"Calena, Goddess of Mountains and Herbal Medicine. And don't minimize your talents, dear Crucia. Pain is a necessary part of existence, and I am well aware of the pain and torment that mortals may experience in my mountains. So know that you are needed.\"\n\nTurning to Triticea, she smiled. \"And I would like to connect with you more, as you are a goddess of harvest, and I oversee herbal medicine. Maybe we can create something together, perhaps? An herb, a healing mixture?\" Calena looked at Crucia, just now noticing all the eyes on her wings watching her. \"Or perhaps we all create something that has an opposite effect? For herbs and medicine can not only heal, but also harm. Nature must have the balance of beautiful and ugly, relief and pain, give and take.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The goddess of the harvest raised an eyebrow at Crucia, an unsaid *You serious?* Ringing out just from her expression alone. \"Sister, I meant that you would wither away on your one if you stayed alone in the dark, not that I would inflict such a pain unto you.\" Her voice was flat, her face unamused. Fortunately, a small smile did sprout on her lips as she listened to the portfolios that the cowardly sister held.\n\n\"But oh, don't say that. Agriculture is more than making crops grow, but also about weeding out the bad ones. It's the pain and torment that you rule that allows only the best of my plants to survive, making them stronger in the process.\" Her creations would only grow stronger through hardship, after all, so the domains of the Bloody Empress were ones she very much appreciated. \"But yes, making things grow is part of my duty.\"\n\nShe glanced over at Calena, humming a little. \"I don't mind working with you. I may be a goddess of civilisation over nature, but I cannot deny the usefulness of nature to ensure that the weakest plants are removed so that the strong may thrive.\" That was the closest thing to an agreement that the mountain goddess was going to get, since the Great Locust didn't much enjoy commitments.\n\nWith that done, she turned her attention back to Crucia. \"Sister.\" She sighed, \"We are gods. It is never too late for us.\" One of the wheatlike tendrils that she used in her true form slithered out of her back, slowly but gently brushing the shorter goddess' chin and tilting her head to look up at her two sisters' faces. \"You are one of us, one of the divine host meant to carry out Mother Gaea's will. If you fear failure, most of our siblings would have no qualms with aiding you in your duty.\"\n\nIt was kinder than how she normally spoke, but if it was what it took to get her kin back on track to fulfilling the purpose that their creator had set out for them, she had no problem with being more encouraging, even if only for a little while."
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"author": "chaguar",
"message": "Though she heard there was no need to bow, standing up was an declaration in and of itself. To stand tall in front of her sister, she would proclaim herself to be an opponent challenging the idea that there had been no offense. Fearing such a dreadful confrontation, she remained curved down her head lowering slightly with each passing second. She wanted to decay into the very ground, shrouding her existence from the world. It did not help when Triticea pointed out her misinterpretation, she let out a high-pitched yelp just hearing it.\n\n\"I-I help?\" Straightening her back to a slouch, she hung her head low pondering on how she could do anything remotely correct. Without repentance, she brought about unending misery, that was everything she had to offer. Nothing beautiful, not even the sweet taste of death. Only the bitter sour-tasting bite of pain, the agonizing never-ending crack of torture and fearful loyalty to tyrants. \"O-Oh! Like s-survival of the b-best plants, s-so they get st-stronger because of h-hardships? I-I guess th-that's kinda c-cool.\" She admitted, rubbing her arm rather flustered. If not for her bandages, and many wounds underneath, she would have shown a cherry-red blush.\n\nIt gave her a semblance of confidence to stand in the presence of her sisters, they referred to her as such and remedied her endless insecurities. Like floating in a warm pool of honey, she let it stick and trap her in the hall of gods for the time being, \"Um,\" She gulped, raising her head with the grain that reminded her so much of a whip, her wings parting to let her eyes make contact with the other two. Triticea spoke, but she glanced between the two unsure who's eyes to meet for the time being.\n\n\"Erm, um... R-right... I'll t-try to be as h-helpful as I c-can to you b-both. To m-meet Mother G-Gaia's wishes.\" She gave a nervous nod, keeping her head askew glanced to the ground, still she felt motivated to help the two! They wanted something useful out of her, she had to give it!\n\n** **\n\"Um, C-Calena, or s-sister, um, erm... Wh-what if- wh-what about like, um...\" Crucia trailed off, awkwardly picking at her bandages again, \"S-Sorry, I'm n-not privy to a-any innovative ideas. M-Maybe a sp-spicy idea o-or something that p-puts organic l-life through a b-bunch of hardships and u-um... They ch-change?\""
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Calena smiled at Triticea's loose acceptance of creating something together. Already she could sense that her sister was focused on more than just harvest or growth. Triticea embodied the struggle and hardship that came with it as well, the necessary life and death, the growth and decay. And Calena respected that about her, for she herself understood the careful balance of chaos and structure found in nature. \n\nCalena turned to face Crucia as she spoke, her brows furrowed at the suggestion of natural hardships. \"I'm unsure if I could make that happen, as my domain is more... Solid?\" She turned to Triticea. \"Are there any other siblings of yours- of *Ours*, who could help with Crucia's idea?\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Growth doesn't come without hardship.\" She nodded. That was a sentiment that had taken on many forms, just like the gods themselves, but it remained prevalent nonetheless. \"It's only through pain, suffering, and strife that my plants can grow better and better.\" Those who survived the trials that she put them through only proved that they deserved to keep the life that they'd granted them, that they'd earned the right to reproduce and create stronger, better children. Of course, not every child would live up to its parents, but those weaklings would soon be weeded out and replaced by the best of the crop, rinse and repeat.\n\nCalena's question was a reasonable one, but unfortunately not one that she had a particularly good answer for. \"No. I'm not the eldest of us, either.\" Sure, she was far more experienced than her current company, but that didn't mean that she was well acquainted with the workings of the universe just yet. Even now, she had only existed for a few months. A long time, to the young deities that stood around her, but not very long at all to her seniors. \"But any of us will be able to aid you, in some capacity. We may be gods of our portfolios, but that does not mean our powers are limited to them.\" She did her best to reassure her younger sister.\n\nShe glanced between the other two goddesses, deciding to give a bit of advice. \"All of us gods are made with a purpose. Mine is to ensure that only the strongest plants propagate and grow, so that only the best crops can populate the realms held by our Mother. Continue to fulfill your purposes, and all will be well.\" She did her best to assuage the confusion and fear that they would surely have as new divinities in a world so unfamiliar to their minds. Perhaps it could be a rather suffocating point to some, but to her it was a reminder that she had a path and a drive, one that would push her to continue to be exceptional, as all gods were expected to be."
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"author": "chaguar",
"message": "Too long! Too long! \n\nCrucia had eyes on her for far too long, that warm pool of honey turned ice cold drenching her in soaking wet icy waters. Or, perhaps that was the sudden rainfall of blood droplets that poured from her bandages, pooling into a thick viscous puddle at her feet. All her shuffling lead to her performing a dance before the other goddesses, her feet slipping and sliding throughout her struggles to keep herself from toppling over like a loser.\n\n\"R-Right! We can m-make anything happen a-as long as i-it fits th-the mysterious w-w-workings of Mother G-Gaia.\" Backing up Triticea, Crucia nodded at Calena, pondering herself over what workings Mother Gaia did have. She never communicated with her offspring, they were let alone cut off from any true purpose aside from their assigned domains. Fully indulging in her own meant punishment, she knew that intrinsically and warded off any idea that forsakes the body granted to her by Mother Gaia.\n\nClenching her fists at her side, Crucia cleared her throat, \"Y-Yes, my d-duty is to c-cause strife! I-It may not b-be of your interests, b-but if either o-o-of you come a-across any g-g-gods interested in c-creating a cycle of a-adversity, please inform m-me.\" After nodding her head, she cowered behind her fluttering wings gasping for air. It took every ounce of energy she had to make that proclamation, raising her voice hurt her throat so much as making a request.\n\n\"If... I-If you two will a-allow me, I would l-like to see t-t-to my realm. I c-can feel it f-forming as w-we speak, and, erm, I-I want to ensure it f-f-follows my purpose.\" Stepping forward, Crucia yelped as she slipped on her pool of blood unceremoniously crashing down on her butt. She groaned, rubbing her behind as she got onto her knees, \"Um, s-sorry! P-Perhaps I could g-get an herbal r-remedy for m-myself, C-Calena?\""
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Calena immediately crouched down to Crucia's level, rummaging in her satchel on her side. \"Oh absolutely, I'm assuming this is for pain relief?\" She asked with a slight smile. \n\nReaching out, she held in her hands a small cloth sack and some clean bandages. \"This sack contains white willow bark, which is a natural pain reliever. Steep it in hot water, and drink the tea. Just make sure not to ingest the actual bark pieces, as those . And these bandages are to keep your wounds clean. Yes, I understand that they are a part of you, but do make sure that you change the bandages. Once it's more blood than actual gauze, replace them.\"\n\nCalena stood up, offering her calloused hand to Crucia. \"You are to see your realm, and I must start the journey to mine. Come, let's be off then.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She watched Crucia dance with some amusement, a little entertained by the sight of her sister dancing around nervously. Even so, she moved her tendril of wheat out to catch the falling goddess, lifting her back up to her feet. At the very least, this cowardly deity had taken Triticea's words of encouragement to heart, so hopefully that meant that she'd be able to fulfil the purpose that she'd been given well enough. As an original consciousness with no past life to speak of, she did not have the same motivations as the other gods. The purpose behind her creation was all the more important to her, as was the purpose behind the reason that her siblings had been made.\n\nThe second time she fell, though, the goddess of the harvest did not catch her. Instead, she merely twirled her pointer finger and caused the blood to disappear in an instant, cleaning it up. \"Don't let us keep you.\" She shrugged. If her sister wanted to leave, to retreat back to her realm, then she had no objections. Now that the younger divinity had been set straight and reminded to carry out the duty that Mother Gaia had given to her, the Great Locust had no more interest in keeping her. She watched with some disinterest as Calena handed the medicine to the most nervous of this small gathering.\n\nIt seemed that Crucia wasn't the only one who wanted to leave, though. She raised an eyebrow at the Keeper of the Peaks, considering objecting, but shrugged. This was still a social encounter, right? Maybe this one conversation would be enough to sate Fragerie's insistence that she go out more. \"Well, I suppose that I have things to do as well.\" She sniffed, flicking back her hair. She dropped the humanoid guise, taking on her true form in all its grotesque glory.\n\n\"I shall hope to see you again someday.\" She hummed, half of the eyes on her circlet flickering over to Calena and the other to Crucia, her vision split perfectly between the two of her sisters. \"And good luck on fulfilling your purposes to Gaia.\"\n\n```Exit Triticea```"
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"author": "tennessee10",
"message": "``` Mura enters ```\nMura's paws slapped on the wood as she entered the Hall, crawling on all fours until she saw the chairs. Her crown of tin stayed perfectly on her head as she adjusted into a standing position, wiped her face, and took a seat. She had with her in one of her little hands a scroll, tightly wound, which she now unfurled. At the bottom, labeled in neat little script \"BLESSED ONE,\" Was a drawing of one such creature, with scales for its height as \"1 BU,\" Or Blessed Unit. This was the average length of one of the rodents that lived in The Wardens and she had decided it would be the standard unit of measurement that she would use. She herself was about the height of 5 BUs, which she had decided because it was a nice round number she could count on one hand.\n\nShe had brought an accurate stone carving of one such creature with her to use to measure. She wasn't sure if mortal animals would be able to survive here for very long even if they were as tough as hers. \"Who all is here?\" She called out into the echoing halls. \"I would like to call to order a decision on sizing for the inhabitants of our Realms. If our people are ever to be in indoor spaces, we'll need to standardize our heights and doorways. I find it more difficult to make larger creatures, certainly, but I don't know how that's influenced everyone else's decisions to populate their Realms and I'd like to see what everyone else is doing before I go about creating my own life.\""
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "``` Enter HER MAJESTY, Queen of all Gods, glory to her name, etc etc.```\n\nIn answer, a midair spark erupted into a boiling sphere of flame, which swelled outward by several feet before flattening into the shape of a ring. From the smoky darkness inside this circle of fire emerged a tall and imposing silhouette, towering nearly half as tall again as the rat queen and framed by great feathered wings that only served to emphasize the sheer gravity of her presence. In place of a crown, two jet-black horns curled upward to either side of her brow, their edges flickering with an ethereal light that seemed to radiate its own heat into the hall.\n\nMagnificent. Oppressive. This imposing goddess was the utter opposite of Mura in terms of appearance, resembling more the kind of animal that killed and ate others just to enjoy the taste of them. Even her long dress was made of many black feathers layered upon one another, like trophies taken from a murder of butchered crows.\n\nWith a snap of her fingers, she dismissed the fiery portal, and crossed the remaining distance to Mura and her sketches. For a long moment she simply stared at both the scroll and the stone carving, her crimson eyes practically boring holes through each of them with their intensity.\n\n\"This seems... Adequate.\" Her voice was surprisingly soft, though unimpressed by what she saw. \"If size is your concern, then We can say that they would easily fit inside the dwellings of Our mortals, at least. They are rather small, but then that seems to be a part of your purview, hmm?\" Her eyes now turned on Mura herself, bringing with them a crushing weight. She didn't seem to be angry or anything—by all indications she just *Was* This way."
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"author": "tennessee10",
"message": "Mura's face wasn't expressive enough to convey anything. The most that the great big queen of divinity saw was herself in those round, black eyes, boggling now in excitement at meeting another deity. She chattered. What Mura mostly felt here was curiosity. This was someone so very different from her, more obtrusive, loud. It reminded her of... Some other life. Maybe she truly had such a life, but she doubted it. It would be strange to think of that when her current world was so different. The weight of the boot on her old self was one thing, the weight of the creature in front of her was actually worth dwelling on.\n\nWings, too. Flying predators would easily slay any one of her people, were they ever to leave the embrace of The Warrens. It wasn't really menace that she felt, more the general unease of someone putting a weapon on a table. But then, wasn't her appearance rather distressing too? She wore no clothes save her crown. And as a guardian of those in the margins of the world, radical acceptance of even the strangest and most aggressive people she met was paramount.\n\n\"My purview is the small people of the world, yes. These here are The Blessed Ones, simple animals that I made in my image.\" She placed the carved rat on the table, then used it as a paperweight to slide her chart across the table to the monarch. \"I am Mura, the Rat Queen. My realm is The Warrens, east of here. You'd know it by the large hole in the... Ground.\" She made a face that vaguely resembled concern at the language there. \"Please, add to the chart, show me your mortals.\""
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "The great demoness's eyes became distant for a moment, as she cast her senses into the mortal world to inspect these Warrens for herself. \"Yes, we see. A fitting dwelling for those kinds of creatures, We suppose.\" Her focus returned to the room, and she considered the scroll, debating what sort of information to give and how much she ought to share.\n\n\"Since you have asked graciously, We suppose We will grant this small wish. Look closely, now: Our work deserves only your fullest attention.\"\n\nTiny sparks appeared upon the surface of the chart, and spread out in different directions, leaving thin trails scorched behind them. One by one, and with great speed, a series of humanoids appeared standing next to the rodent, though each one loomed over it by a great deal. The smallest stood at about six times the Blessed One's height, while the very largest measured over 15 BUs from the top of her head to the tip of her abdomen. Though similar in their general structure, each of the sketches bore stark differences compared to the others: extra arms, the presence of gossamer wings, and in the largest one's case a bulging worm-like lower half. As the drawings neared completion, tiny labels appeared next to each of them, describing their roles. *Worker. Soldier. Princess. Knight. Queen.*\n\n\"Beautiful, aren't they?\" Majesty really was proud of her work, a symbiotic hive made up of five different subspecies all working as a single unit. The Queen stood at the top, and all of the others obeyed her will, with orders filtering down a carefully planned hierarchy that eliminated any chance of disobedience or rebellion. \"They share a certain design philosophy, of course, but We gave them enough variance to adapt to almost any circumstances. We are sure they will arrive in your Warrens, given time, and perhaps hunt these tiny ones you have graciously designed.\" She smiled, then. \"Or keep them as pets. We believe Our mortals would enjoy the sight of them scurrying about in their pens, begging for food and receiving their scraps with tears of gratitude.\" That her own races would dominate was unquestionable, for that was *Her* Purview: total and unbreakable sovereignty over all of creation."
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"author": "tennessee10",
"message": "Mura tilted her head, wiped her face again, chattered, studying the queen with blank eyes. She'd dodged introducing herself. Did she want Mura to ask for her name or something? How much of this was a front? Her read was that there was something to that theory if the creatures were placed into their little roles themselves. It wasn't Mura's job to crack the exoskeleton, though. \n\nAt the very least, Mura could agree that the rounded, skittering forms with their small, dextrous, precise appendages were very beautiful. Their segmented eyes even resembled the shining beady eyes of her own Blessed Ones. She was willing to extend that paw. People like this, putting out such confidence and force, audibly capitalizing their name in the royal we, sometimes they needed affection too. And what of the workers themselves? Were they all so assured in their roles as their titles indicated, or were there those uncomfortable in the places they were born into, who needed someplace else? She wasn't going to *Steal* These creatures, but welcoming their master with open arms would let her do the same for her creations.\n\n\"The Blessed Ones were made to be food and pet alike, you have good taste.\" Mura said with a nod. She tapped the eyes of the creatures in the illustration. \"Your servants. Shining eyes for caverns like my own. And hands perfect for touching the soft fur of the Blessed Ones too.\" She chittered in thought then made a small mark on the left margin of the paper for one proposed ceiling height at about seven rats tall. \"This body shape here, a smaller torso and longer limbs than my own native form, that seems useful for the use of tools at the cost of mobility.\"\nShe tapped the worker's limbs. \"A generalist to the specialized mobility of a Blessed One. Fascinating. Have you sent scouts to explore the other Realms? Do you happen to know of other people out here?\""
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "The Archfiend knew how to watch for flattery. She was also incredibly susceptible to it, which kind of nullified any advantage that first point might have given her. While she remained composed throughout, Mura's compliments on her work struck straight at her burning heart, and soon she was smiling and nodding in agreement. \"Indeed. Take inspiration from Us if you wish—species who recognize Our will in one another will have reason to learn to communicate, and perhaps join together in worship of their gods.\" She had yet to see whether the total divinity output of mortals worshipping multiple gods exceeded that of a monotheistic culture, but it was worth the experiment... That, and having someone use her designs let her feel smart and superior. And why pass up an opportunity to revel in her own glory?\n\nFeeling magnanimous, she answered freely to the rat-god's further questions. \"We built Our Realm in a way that made it difficult to leave. Our mortals need to be ready for the big wide world, you know? And so We test them.\" The Formigals had made considerable progress thus far, but Majesty still had one or two crises to throw at them before she deemed them tough enough to plant their flag in foreign soil. \"On the other hand... We have personally visited several realms, and seen people of many different forms. None so prosperous as our own, but We will shown you nonetheless.\"\n\nTiny sparks once again zipped across the chart, and this time sketched out the many varied forms Majesty had encountered in her travels. The great warlike Deer of the Primeval Mists, the savage Ulfkin and mysterious Huntborn of Pavoriasthenia, and even the delicate Fauns and Flower Folk of the bright and peaceful Wonderland. After thinking for a moment, she added the Trixies of the Nachiavellian too, sketching their minuscule forms and firmly underlining their name.\n\n\"Be sure to watch for these ones; they're tricky fucks who've already been buzzing around Our own Realm.\" Then she considered Mura herself, the unassuming goddess whom... Majesty had just given a great deal of very useful information. *Well, it's not as though I had much reason to conceal it. But nonetheless... A clever one.*\n\n\"We will visit your Realm too, when the whim strikes Us. Be sure to make it suitably entertaining for when We arrive, hmmm?\""
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "As promised, the Archfiend returned, ready to begin her true work.\n\nA boiling mass of smoke seethed forth from a patch of shadow to smother a full fourth of hall in darkness, the air filled with bitter volcanic ash. A moment later, the cloud parted like a pair of vast jaws, and out strode the familiar black-horned figure of the tyrannical demoness, ruler of the Crown and would-be Queen of all creation.\n\nMajesty dismissed the ashen cloud with a casual flick of her hand, allowing it to bleed away into the demiplane from which she had conjured it. As the smoke slithered off to its unseen realm, the goddess was revealed in full, a statuesque blue-skinned woman now dressed for a formal occasion. A blood-red dress shirt, a sleek black suit jacket and trousers, and a pair of fine gloves were her choices for tonight, along with a pair of dark and polished Oxfords for her shoes. Last but not least, she'd made up a fine circlet of gleaming white metal to serve as her crown, its edges placed carefully between her silky black hair and curving horns.\n\n*She* Certainly looked fine enough, in her opinion, but that alone would not do. This simple wooden furniture hardly suited gods like her, and another small gesture immediately corrected the aesthetic of the hall around her. Long red carpets draped themselves across the floors, while plump scarlet cushions and tablecloths materialized upon each of the chairs and tables. As an afterthought, she added a few wide plates here and there, and filled them all with a wide variety of sweet and delicious fruit. Still hardly *Enough* For a meeting of divinities, but it was taxing to do even this much with mortal technology still as stunted as it was... While the gods didn't need it, though, the gesture mattered.\n\nWith everything (more or less) in place, the Archfiend strode up to the center of the hall, and raised a clenched fist high above her head. Her fingers uncurled, and several bright sparks came streaking out, each one zipping forth along a different path that took them out of the hall and down Gaia's trunk to the mortal realms beneath.\n\nInvitations, delivered to those deemed worthy. Others would come, no doubt, and she could field those as they arrived, aligning them within the bounds of her plans. Everything so far had built up to this... Time to play her hand, and see what cards fate dealt her."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones had sensed a large amount of activity coming from the hall of the gods. It was a bit too much *Change* For it to merely be new gods testing out their abilities. There was purpose behind it, a method to whatever was going on. And so he ascended to the hall, looking at its new appearance. Something was definitely going on here. Something was definitely going on, and he was determined to figure out what it was. The skeleton entered the hall, looking for whoever may have created the new decorations. Hopefully it wasn't Silly, it seemed like the kind of thing that she'd do."
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*He began to approach this unfamiliar but large house as they felt there form naturally shrink as per there wishes, making them only around 9 feet tall instead of around the height of a two story building. They neared the source of the energy as the entered the hall, there many mouths went silent as if in curious respect and its tendrils reached around curiously as it's goat like eyes looked around the building,*"
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "A ritual. To make **Magic!?** Now that was something Bea could not pass up. A squirrel came running down Gaia's branches, its fur a lovely shade of lavender and its eyes shining like headlights. Scampering towards the floor, tail bobbing behind it, it looked tiny compared to the hall's lavish decoration. Bea wasn't a grand god. She was just loud.\n\n**\"Hello!\"** The squirrel yelled, jumping down from the branches as it neared the bottom of the hall, transforming into a young, girl in midair. She landed, her cloak flaring behind her and her starry eyes alight with excitement. Bea had arrived.\n\nShe glanced around the hall. *Huh, she decorated. I didn't know we were allowed to do that,* Bea thought. The little goddess stuck out like a sore thumb. She wore a hot pink shirt tucked into a blue tutu. Her hair was unruly as usual, and her feathered cloak made her outfit far too busy to be fashionable. But of course, Bea didn't care. She had the fashion sense of a ten-year-old which, let's be honest, was very appropriate for the type of god she was."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Travelling quickly through the void, Wyrd's half-form appeared in the halls of the gods shortly after he received his summons.\n\nStraightening to his full height, the great deer took in the congregation around him. There were a few gods he didn't recognise, including a monstrous being that he made a mental note to introduce himself to later, as well as some that he did. Among them were Mr Bones, who he greeted with a quick nod from across the room, and of course Majesty herself, the one who called them there.\n\n\"Your ambition has exceeded my expectations, dear sister.\" Wyrd said to the cruel goddess as he approached. \"I suppose I should have seen a ritual coming. I look forward to your... Pitch.\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr was a bit more recent as far as the gods went, having just been reborn about six months ago. That said, even he was aware of the commotion occuring at the hall of the gods. Instead of teleporting, he'd made the trek on foot, though done so quickly. As he entered the hall, he looked around, eyes wide in amazement.\n\nSoldr may have stood out from the other gods in that he looked more or less human. He was a tall, strikingly handsome man, about 6'4. He had long, soft black hair and tan skin. Two things gave away his divine nature: His irises were a brilliant, ruby red, his pupils slit like a serpents. On his back, meanwhile, he had a pair of small black batlike wings. He was built, like someone who had lived their life fighting, lean sleek muscle covering his body. He had thick, muscular arms, nicely sculpted abs, and scars from various battles trailign along them both.\n\nSince he'd first spawned from the world tree, Soldr had managed to acquire some clothes that reminded him more of home. He was wearing furs from beasts he'd hunted himself. He had fur boots, as well as a pair of bracers. A cloak covered much of his chest, though left his abs exposed, while around his waist he had a pair of shorts and a fur loincloth. \n\nLooking around, he saw all manner of characters. The one who first caught his eye was the one who started the meeting. His eyebrows raised as he saw her. She was pretty, but she also carried herself with a confidence that immediately stood out to him.\n\n\"You're the one who called the meeting here, right?\" He asked. He had a deep voice, with a slight growl to it even when he was being friendly. Like if fire could talk.\n\n\"Name's Soldr. It's nice to meet y-Oh, hello.\" Soldr said when the squirrel jumped down and turned into a child.\n\n\"Huh, sure you're old enough to be here?\" He said with a smirk, lightly teasing her."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "He had felt it more than he had seen it: celestial noise, activity in the Hall of the Gods. Whatever was happening here, whatever was drawing the attention of so many gods, could not bode well if ignored. So, drawing most of its attention together, Rav'nixander made its way to the Hall. Physically, the shape of a shard of crystal no bigger than the fingernail of the average humanoid would be no remark but that tiny piece thrummed with the dense energy of a new but still respectable god. Rav'nixander chose a careful spot hovering in the center of the room, able to watch silently for now as whatever would happen was likely to get underway."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Suddenly, Soldr grinned as he saw something out of the corner of his eye. That crystalline glint was unmistakeable.\n\n\"Hey! Rav'ni!\" Soldr said, waving the crystal god over. \"What're you doing here? Good to see you, man.\" It seemed that Soldr knew the levitating prism that had just floated in."
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "As Calena was wandering on her journey, part of her drew closer to the World Tree, as all journeys in some way shape or form led back to her Mother. She gazed up towards the magnificence of Gaia and felt a surge of power emanate from the Hall of the Gods where she had first met Triticea and Crucia. Bright motes of light made their way down the trunk of the World Tree and out, one of them stopping directly at her feet. \n\nCalena sensed that this was the work of another sibling, one that she had not met. Looking up, Calena realized that multiple motes of light had left Gaia. \n\n*Perhaps she would soon meet even more siblings.*\n\nLooking down at her ratty boots and mud covered clothing, Calena willed her clothing to be softer but still powerful. Soon her tunic and pants became a slate grey dress with silver threads lining the edges, and her hair was still braided but less messy. Her satchel and staff remained but were now more polished and clean. It was definitely imposing... But it could be better. \n\nCalena closed her eyes, and soon after a circlet made from pliable twigs sat upon her hair. All kinds of flowers were woven into the piece, lavender, oleander, wolfsbane, and hawthorne: all flowers that could be used in herbal medicine, some healing, some harming. A perfect representation.\n\nShe began to climb the branches and made her way into the Hall of the Gods, where she saw many creatures that she knew were other children of Gaia. She stood quietly just inside the door and scanned the room quickly. The only one she personally recognized was Bea, who was chaotically perfect in pink and blue. But there was a skeleton, a black-haired humanoid, an extremely large deer (deer creature?), a blue-skinned woman, and... A floating crystal?\n\n*Well, Gaia's children can take whatever form they like...*"
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{
"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "A spherical cloud crackled and hissed with lightning as it rocketed around the branches, zapping past Gaia without even warming the branches, despite the electric comet that blazed past.\n\nThen, as it neared the Hall of the Gods, the cloud dispersed, unravelling and being absorbed into the cloud robes of the Sky God. He made his way to the Hall, looking almost the same, except for a couple of things: In the deity's robes, constellations now danced and drifted. \n\nSecond, lightning was frozen, and was placed around his neck like a chain, and what it held in the center was a frozen star: icy blue.\n\nHe walked into the Hall, and looked around, taking note of the deities. He was somewhat surprised to see a child, but then understood when he saw her own shining eyes. So that's who Majesty mentioned.\n\nSpeaking of, he looked around, and nodded to Majesty as he took in the sights, patiently waiting for whatever would happen next."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Unfortunately, fate sought fit to deal her Majesty a wildcard among wildcards.*\n\n*Feint chittering cries call from within shadows, an incessant rambling likened to the jumbled thoughts of a mad man spoken aloud. Whispers amidst a swirling wind, conjuring an unnatural liveliness to a once desolate corner within these divine halls. Here space is torn asunder, as though the air were clawed by a creature most mad. These wounds bleed bright illuminous sparkles, who simultaneously shine in all the pretty colours and whose mere presence distorts the world around them. They dance amidst this corner like a shower of confetti, ricocheting off one another in a mad frenzy before finally coalescing for a miniature whirlwind of pure unbridled CHAOS! Which promptly collapsed, falling apart as soon as it manifested.*\n\n*Yet within this surge of madness, a familiar silhouette presented herself by striking a truly spectacular pose.* \n\n\"Ahaaa! Theatrics! Oh we do adore our theatrics! Ahahahahaaaa! Very-very good it is, our spectacularly splendid performance for our theatrical entrances have performed wondrously since our FALL! Aaahhhh! Fun!\" \n\n*Nach's cheers were soon followed with incessant squirming, stumbling forward with a pep in her step, wildly swaying from side to side- barely paying any mind to whatever gods were already present. Save for Majesty of course, who she briefly eyed with a wink and a few thumbs up- whatever that was supposed to mean. Curiously however, our Nach looked quite different from how she usually does. She of course was as strange, sickly, and disheveled as ever. Yet she neglected her usual dress for a stunning if wholly unbefitting jacket, shorts, and a pair of boots. Her hair however was somehow far worse than usual, despite having an arguable upgrade to her wardrobe for at least this occasion.*\n\n\"Aaahhhh~! Fun! Fun awaits us all it does, an occasion such as this? Oh we've brought our best Nach, we have! Though really, this Nach should get around to all her silly little ideas. But the nachinations have time they do, they do! They'll wait, they'll wait for at least this- this that'll serve them most Nachly...\"\n\n*Nach then lunged forward, grabbed a chair, and started rattling it around.*"
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "One by one they came, each god arriving to answer her call in their own distinct fashion. A moving skeleton marching with steely intent, its hollow eyes unreadable as it examined the hall. A writhing monster with goatlike horns and far too many tentacles, approaching with an inquisitive wariness despite its bestial air. Bea, tiny and sweet yet far scarier than she appeared, one whom Majesty had only settled on inviting after careful consideration. The Archfiend gave her a wave as she popped out of her squirrely form, both happy and wary at the prospect of including her in this grand event.\n\nWho else? Wyrd, of course, the carnivorous herbivore with his intriguing taste. She met his words with a mysterious smile, before her eyes were drawn by the next. A tall and shapely warrior with an aesthetic that in some ways echoed hers, perhaps signifying a meeting point between their two domains. Majesty made a mental note to speak with him further once their business here was done—as for his friend, the tiny crystal shard, she had no idea *What* To make of that one.\n\nA girl in a grey dress and flower crown, hardy as stone but delicate as the first moment of a snowfall. Ethros, the regal sky god whom she'd seen not long ago, and was all the same delighted to see again. And last but not least... The Nach, possibly the most powerful of all those gathered here and the most difficult to control. Adorable as always, and ever a concerning presence.\n\n*That makes nine.* A fine crop, and she suspected more would make there way here soon. For now, however... No sense in delaying. Before all these myriad personalities started talking over one another, she would take command of the room, and establish a fixed and unified purpose.\n\n*\"Ahem.\"* She cleared her throat, the sound washing over the hall like a tangible, albeit gentle, physical force. It dampened other sounds as it passed, quieting down Nach's incessant rattling just enough for Majesty's smooth and confident voice to be clearly heard over it all. \"A welcome to all of Our brothers and sisters, noble children of Gaia! Some of you We were expecting, others of you do not know Us as of yet. No matter: we are all here to create and make change, to form worlds beyond compare around the roots of our mother tree.\"\n\nShe spread her arms wide, as though to embrace all, hug them in a maternal grasp just like Gaia once had with each of them. Smiling, gentle yet self-assured, assuring the other gods with her appearance as well as her words that here stood a leader with their best interests in mind.\n\n\"We are Majesty, the Archfiend, She who reigns over rulers and gifts them with strength and leadership. We have visited many of your realms already, and have seen for Ourselves the worth of your own domains. Many are strangers here, so to begin with I would ask each of my dear guests to speak their name in turn. Let all of us make ourselves known, and in doing so come to better know our beloved siblings.\"\n\nShe indicated a guest at random with a small nod of her head, and gave each one a chance to announce themselves however they wished. As they made their introductions, a tightly wrapped scroll materialized behind her shoulder in a burst of sparks, and when the last had finally had their chance to speak it would unfurl itself vertically behind her. A sketching board, a fixed space to draw attention and illustrate her ideas for all to see and understand. First she'd let them give their names, next she'd answer any opening questions they might have and then dive straight into the nitty-gritty of what she hoped to accomplish."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "The crystal chimes softly from its perch at the middle of the room.\n\n\"I am Rav'nixander. Yet-to-be-made. God of mortal progress and mortal freedoms. I have one question, concerning your role as monarch of gods.\"\n\nIt shines, momentarily blazing like a blue star.\n\n\"On whose authority?\""
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"I am Mr Bones, god of the dead, undead and dying. It seems that I have intruded on some grand plan created by our host. While I do not want to be quick to judge, I must ask: who are you to reign over us, over our mortals? Are we not all equals in the eye of Gaia? Why have you called us here?\"\n\nMr Bones didn't like this 'Majesty' already, she seemed evil or at the very least somewhat malignant. After all, what self respecting good aligned god would willingly give themselves the title of The Archfiend?"
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "\"... I am agraothrust\" *The large eldritch entity stated after waiting it's turn, it spoke threw many mouths but its main one was the loudest. Clear to hear as it seemed to send shivers down the spines of anyone who could hear it, there many mouths whispering filled the air around them as if tendrils reaching out for prey* \n\n\"I am a new God... Born of the one we call mother, I am not familiar with you all. But I feel as if I belong. I know by heart I am the god of eldritch and dark spawn, of broods and children. Protector of there lives and the mother and father of the unnatural.\" \n\n*Unlike many of the others he didn't question the goddesses claim of rule or power, they had no care or concept for such things after all. Being born to love and create but not rule or challenge, Like a firm but gentle parent*"
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea took a seat, her tail wagging furiously. Her first ritual. How exciting. Of course, there were things that could dampen her mood, being teased for her age was a prime example. She fixed Soldr with an annoyed stare, giving him an unwavering view of her bright, star-shaped eyes behind her half mask. The stars, surrounded by void, could be quite unnerving when presented in such a manner. \n\nLuckily, her attention turned to Majesty as she started to speak. The only deity who was intimidated by the Child Goddess. How novel. Of course, Bea didn't know what it meant to be feared. Not really. It would bother her if she did.\n\n**\"Hello! I'm Bea, goddess of childhood, games, whimsy, and um...\"** She trailed off, trying to recall her final domain. **\"Oh yes! Childish mischief.\"**\n\nUnlike the others, Bea did not feel like she belonged here. A child amongst adults. Sloppy amongst the skilled. Tiny amongst the tall. At least there were gods she knew: Majesty, who had paid Wonderland a visit, and Calena, who was fun to sled with. Small comforts, but enough to keep Bea from getting scared and fleeing."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "\"Hello, dearest siblings.\" Wyrd said, dipping his great head into a low bow as he addressed the gathered gods. It seemed that every day there was a new face to greet, a prospect that was as daunting as it was exciting.\n\n\"I am Wyrd, second-born of Gaia and the god of monsters. I greet you all, particularly those who I am yet to be acquainted with.\"\n\nAs he said this, the great deer cast a quick glance at his siblings. They all seemed agreeable enough, though first impressions could be deceiving. Regardless of how much he trusted his siblings, Wyrd was sure to keep his wits about him."
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "*Oooh, be careful, Majesty,* Ethros thought to himself, *Coming on a bit strong now.*\n\nThough, to be honest, he didn't care whether she tried to rule over the gods or not, as long as she didn't become a real problem to him or his realm. Though, truth be told, he doubted she'd do that. Not to him, anyway. Of course, if this keeps up, politics could derail the whole ritual, and neither he nor Majesty could have that, now could they?\n\nHe gave a small tap on the floor, which resounded loudly through the hall, and began his damage control and attempt to return to both his and Majesty's current goal. \"Perhaps we should save the larger politics for after this somewhat smaller goal has been reached, hmm?\" He locked eyes with Majesty for an instant, before continuing, \"Calm, and let cooler heads prevail.\"\n\nThe deity then looked around and addressed the assembled gods, \"I am Ethros. God of the Sky, Skyfather, Shining Light and Blotting Darkness, and I'm sure my mortals will continue coming up with new titles, but I shall stick with those for now.\"\n\nHe looked around and took a deep breath, \"As I said, perhaps we should allow her to speak before jumping too quickly to conclusions. I am, however, pleased to meet my fellow divinities.\"\n\nAgain, he briefly locked eyes with Majesty, a silent show of support."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The door to the Hall of the Gods creaked open, though the Great Locust wasn't here for the ritual. She had decided to pay the Hall a visit upon another bout of nagging from her Guardian, and had only happened upon the surprisingly populated area. As usual when meeting with other gods, she had taken a humanoid shape, wearing the face of a beautiful young woman with golden hair like fields of wheat. \"That's a lot more of you here than normal.\" She observed out loud, placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head at the assembled divinities. \n\nWere she a mortal, she might be clueless, but she closed her eyes and used her divine power to peek into the intent in the room. None here were really trying to hide what this was for, after all, so she encountered no resistance to her probe as she divined the information. \"A ritual of magic...\" She hummed. There it was again, a word that she recognised, one that she understood, and yet one that she had no reason to understand. Another mystery that hid itself even from the sight of the gods, the sight of one of Gaia's divine fruits. How interesting. \"Well, there's a lot of you here I've never spoken to, so I suppose I should introduce myself.\"\n\nShe placed a hand on her chest, \"I am Triticea of the Harvest.\" It might not seem like a particularly impressive portfolio at first, but the harvest was something that almost every mortal civilisation needed to thrive. She didn't elaborate, though, not feeling particularly interested in standing out with grandiose titles. Her siblings seemed to enjoy flattering themselves with arbitrary epithets, but she had no interest in flaunting the names that mortals had seen to title her. Agriculture was not something that often stood out, after all, as kings and queens and knights fought bloody wars. Agriculture was powerful, but it was quiet as well, and as the embodiment of it she had no interest in making herself seem anywhere near as powerful as she truly was."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "It seemed that leaving a part of themself to wander about the Great Tree was a wise idea, as should have been expected. A great many deities were gathering at the Hall of Gods, clearly for some grand purpose - something that would change the fabric of the world. And despite their young age, they needed to be a part of it. Anything less would be unacceptable.\n\nIn a few moments, Onesifi transferred the vast majority of their power back to their formerly invisible shard, seemingly popping out of nowhere somewhere on the margins of the Great Hall. The heron-winged deity took a moment to shake themself off - such sudden transportation was still not something they had grown used to. They ran their hands around themself, almost as if dusting themself off after falling in some dirt, before taking a moment to look around the hall.\n\nThere were a great many deities here, almost all more powerful and elder than them. The only familiar faces they could spot for now were Mr. Bones, who seemed displeased with the whole proceedings and Triticea, who, Onesifi guessed, arrived not much earlier than them. On any case, one figure definitely stood out: the large, demonic-looking woman who, judging by her presence, definitely was the one who began this gathering.\n\nOnesifi cleared their throat, trying to hide a certain amount of nervousness coming from the expectation of having to walk on a metaphorical tightrope, and proclaimed to the divinities around them. \"My greetings to everyone who has come here, siblings. I am Onesifi, the one who stokes aspirations and guides travelers to their destinations. My excitement to participate in this,\" This probably wasn't a mere feast or diplomatic meeting, \"Ritual with the rest of you is truly immeasurable.\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr had taken his seat next to Rav'ni, relaxing in it as he watched the other gods file in. He'd found he liked seeing the strange forms other gods took. He himself was a bit of a minimalist with his default form, but that was mostly because his true form was very unwieldy. When Bea gave him a stare, she could see Soldr waver a little, looking guilty. That was another god she'd managed to cow. Soldr was a tough badass god of destruction who looked like Conan the Barbarian, but he did have a big weakness for small cute things and didn't want to hurt her feelings.\n\nIf Bea managed to make him falter a little, Nach completely bewildered him, the huge warrior staring befuddled as she tore through space and time and then began jabbering like a mad woman. After several seconds of her ranting, he broke into laughter.\n\n\"Pffthaha~ That was a pretty great Nach.\" He cackled, finding the display very entertaining. When Majesty began the meeting in earnest, he leaned on the table, his chin resting on his fist. \n\n\"Well met. I am Soldr. God of Creation and Destruction.\" He said. He was smiling slightly, showing fanged teeth like those of a wolf. He seemed to be used to speaking in front of crowds. Maybe he even enjoyed it. Soldr watched as the others protested, including Rav'ni next to him, but he seemed completely unconcerned. \n\n\"If I can make my followers stronger, I'm interested in hearing what she has to say.\" He said nonchalantly. If Majesty had a deal he didn't like, he'd just back out and leave."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Rick-rack rattle-rattle... Rick-rack rattle-rattle...\"\n\n*The mad god murmured unto herself, continuously rattling a chair without much thought nor consideration for Majesty's speech. Fortunately, all our Nach's commotion was muffled by the Archfiend's own speech, as was whatever she said beneath her breath- rendered inaudible to all but her alone.* \n\n\"Shake-shake does the chair, hear its noise... What pleasant noise! Noise? No, music, music to our ears! Oh we ought to concoct silly little mortals to play silly little chairs, musical chairs they'll be! Aahhh~! We could bring a whole band together, a band of delightful monsters... Yes-yes! What splendid thoughts in our gathering, the gathering of all these... Others, these creatures. See them writhe, wriggle like worms. Ew. Worms. Gross.\"\n\n*Nach shivered in disgust at the thought of worms, the rattle of her chair meandering on even after Majesty's speech and into the introduction of these Others. She certainly didn't look it, but our Nach paid special consideration to what all everyone said, a broad smile crossing her lips as she heard others call into question Majesty's authority. An expected development, but it served her interest in supporting this Archfiend even more- she clearly had what it takes to stir trouble around here! When at last came time for Nach to introduce herself, the rattle of their chair came to an abrupt close and she hoisted herself onto it for a makeshift podium, bowing before the crowd with dramatic waving of arms.*\n\n\"Helllloooo~... CREATURES! We're the estranged one, a creature of a kind ourselves! What's more, we're Maji-Maji's dear beloved friend! Oh we remember all our days together, what fun we had! What fun! What a mind for wonder she has, an interest of a kind that'd interest you all... Aahhh~! Ahahahaaa... HA!\" *She clapped her hands together, wriggling around atop the chair.* \"We? Oh we? Oh you could call us so many things, most of which are quite-quite rude! We however most prefer, NACH! Nach of The Nachening! Here to- to NACH your socks off! Ahahaaa! God of CHAOS & *Change* This Nach, it is a pleasure of a kind to witness you... Others.\"\n\n*If any actual meaning could be extrapolated from, whatever that was, it was the girl's apparent madness and how she subtly supported Majesty's claim- if however she's aware of her own support isn't clear.*"
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Stepping over to the chair next to Bea, she of course recognized the child goddess, Triticea who had just entered the Hall, and Wyrd, whom she was speaking with in his realm simultaneously. Her consciousness was distracted by the part of her in the Primeval Mists, but realized that she was the last one to speak here. \n\n*Shit.* She wasn't too keen on others staring at her. Ironic, considering that she wanted everyone to gaze upon the pure wonders that were mountains. Well, time to take the wisdom of her own realm and be strong. \n\n\"Greetings my kin, brothers, and sisters. I'm Calena, goddess of mountains and herbal medicine. Some might call me Keeper of the Peaks. Honestly, I am here because of my own curiosities, but if I would be able to help grow our realms, contribute to something greater, I am more than willing.\"\n\nShe reached into her satchel and pulled out a handful of bright red berries, mindlessly popping one into her mouth. Some of the mortals in her realm called these *Baneberries*, and while Calena advised them not to eat any, she rather liked the spicy yet sweet flavor these gave. \n\nShe was unsure if everyone would get along for now, as the tension in the room was growing a bit thick. Calena didn't really care one way or the other if someone was good or bad. Nature itself was good and bad, beautiful and deadly, a giver and a thief. One ideal could not exist without the other. \n\n\"Berries, anyone?\""
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Bustle and din, change and alteration. It seemed there was truly no rest upon this world that Gaia had formed, not even for the Goddess of Dreams herself. Vivienne's innumerable, unconscious eyes had always been turned towards the Hall. After all, it was *The* Gathering place for gods, one she'd used several times herself to rally allies to her causes. And now, a new deity was calling upon her siblings. One she'd never met before, followed by many she hadn't seen. Truly, the roster of the gods was as ever-changing as the mortals under their protection. Deities gathered, introductions were spoken, and the witch herself finally decided to make her appearance. She couldn't pass up an opportunity to participate in another ritual, after all. \n\nShadows flickered and light wavered. A figure lingered at the edge of sight, tall and formless, somehow always in the periphery as it made its way across the hall, to the table, and pulled up a seat. For a few minutes, it sat quietly, waiting, observing, and when a lull in the introductions finally fell, it spoke up. \"A pleasure to meet you, newcomers.\" With those words spoken, her tone calm, low, but unmistakably feminine, the illusion was broken. Suddenly, Vivienne was sitting there as though she always had been, a few plates of sweets scattered across the table in front of her. Various cookies and cupcakes, all the product of her long practice for Silly's birthday party, and all clearly open to take. \"And hello again to those I have met before.\" Her gaze silently passed over the few she recognized. The witch's moth wings wrapped around her body, pooling in her lap like a blanket, and with two of her four arms, she straightened out one of her antennae.\n\nHer all-black eyes fell upon the one who gathered them all last, the one who called herself 'Majesty.' Vivienne stared for a few, long moments, studying the woman closely as she organized her thoughts. There was something... Off, here. She was undoubtedly attractive, imposing, *Definitely* The witch's type, but at the same time... \"My name is Vivienne. Dreamer, diviner, and witch.\" As she introduced herself, she gave a small nod. \"I have heard whisperings that the advent of magic is upon us. As I and my children have thus far been the only magic bearers, at least to my knowledge, it's only natural that I should lend my aid.\""
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"author": "pokara",
"message": "Keres was not one of the gods Majesty had called here, though that was not a constraint to her arrival. There was plenty of theatrics and grandiose entrances, though that was not the domain of Keres, she was as much for theatrics as a tiger was for letting its prey know it was there and that was to say, not at all. She did not remember much of Gaia, she had spilled from a rotten fruit and fallen to the Far Realms where she took up home, untouched by their mothers branches and completely isolated. In a mockery of her first birth, though surely none of her siblings had witnessed it to truly know, Keres appeared from a rotten looking gash in the wall, one that closed behind her and left the goddesses form standing in shadow. While seeing in the dark was a mindless feat for a god, the shade which coalesced around Keres was different, more like smoke than anything and almost assuredly not mundane in its nature.\n\nThe Wild Frenzy stood united, all three of her minds quiet at the overwhelming amount of godly essence in the room. Pursuit in particular was quiet at the amount of prey before her, so much to chase and eat one day. Prey sat content, she saw a room of potential protectors or killers, but she was unbothered by them all. Panic was characteristically dumbfounded, she could not fathom WHY Keres had decided to enter this room where she would surely die though within Keres mindscape, Panic was also quickly crushed by Pursuit. Keres' physical form remained stable, unfaltering as her minds began to fight and she had to will Prey to win, she needed a logical mind for what was to come. Her eyes glowed a dull orange and her hair was soaked with blood, bits of gore caught within her raven black locks. Her body was equally covered in viscera and her long hair rather than traditional clothing, though everything remained covered.\n\n◾\n\nKeres, with the body of Prey, was beautiful. The very few parts of her skin that could be seen through the gore and rivulets of blood that seemed to flow eternally down showed itself with a sienna coloring and surprisingly bright golden undertones. Her eyes lacked a sclera and so her gaze seemed large and as if it sought to peer through you. Her face was well sculpted and delicate, her body was shapely. That was where the seemingly normal ended. A pair of delicate faun horns pushed out from her brow and the shadow swirling around her coalesced into a cloak or something akin to a pair of wings and a great swaying tail. Fur adorned her legs, misshapen into those of an animals up to the knees and her hands which featured the claws of a bear. Lastly was the air around her which hardened as if made of glass shards and caused her features to appear too sharp and wrong to be real. \n\nStriding quietly and slowly around the edges, Keres listened to each one of her siblings talk, her eyes never leaving Majesty. She was certain they'd met before, but she couldn't place when at the moment. Keres decided at that moment, an echo of a decision she'd made in the past, that she would adhere to Majesty. This ritual she knew was something to do with magic, to do with giving the mortals a power of their own to harness. Keres would like that she thought, to turn her domains into a digestible form of magic that a mortal could touch, another way for her to ruin their minds and spread fear among them. She wondered for now, if Majesty knew her name already or if the meeting in her mind had yet to happen and decided not to speak just yet. Instead she would remain on the fringes and let the cold trickle of fear that invades your mind when you know you're being hunted grace the mind of everyone in the room, just the slightest brush of fear but fear nonetheless, something a god might be unaccustomed to."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "So many auspicious names, and nearly all bringing with them powerful and influential domains. Majesty couldn't have been more pleased at this turnout. If she managed to get even half of the gods in this hall to lend their power to the cause, then the ritual was sure to take effect across even the most distant reaches of the Far Realms.\n\nOr course, there were some who sought already to cast suspicion on her and her aims. Seriously. They hadn't even finished the introductions yet and she was already dealing with this much? The Archfiend truly had her work cut out for her here, though she supposed she should have expected as much when dealing with the gods themselves. Try herding cats when each of those cats can shatter mountains on a whim.\n\n*Rav and Bones.* Those we're the two she needed to mollify first. But for a moment she kept quiet, looking to each of the speaking gods in turn, meeting Ethros's eyes and shooting him a brief smile of appreciation. She gently patted Nach's hair as she ambled past, and even accepted a berry from Calena with a quiet word of thanks. Then, when Vivienne had finished speaking and Keres made her entrance, Majesty's assertive voice once more swept forth to fill the room.\n\n\"Well met, beloved siblings. We are glad to know you all, more than any words can say.\" She turned her gaze towards Bones and Rav, speaking to them but making sure the room heard. \"Let Us first clear the air of misunderstanding. We made no claim to be *Monarch of Gods,* But We are the *God of Monarchs,* So to speak. That is the duty bestowed on Us by Gaia—and We value it just as each of you surely value yours.\" She met Mr. Bones's... Empty sockets, but found herself unable to judge his reaction—ah well. When in doubt, forge ahead regardless.\n\n\"Some of you asked why We called you here. Some of you already have an inkling. We ask now that you lend us your attention, so that We may explain the matter at hand.\n\n\"We are all gods of great power. We can shape creation to our will, cast our eyes far and wide, and even bestow gifts upon those mortals whom we favour. We are also not without limits. Some powers stay bound within the borders of our respective realms, and even we can only pay attention to so many places at once.\"\n\nShe gestured out towards Gaia's roots, and the numerous worlds upon them. \"There are thousands of mortals now, and more appearing every day. We cannot know of all that transpires among them, especially in those realms hidden by some means. \n\n\"Now imagine, if you will: what if there was some mortal out there who was wholly devoted to your domains? One so passionate in their dedication, so good a fit, that they would surely deserve reward—and yet, should they exist in the realm of another, you might never know of them. All those souls, worshipping you in their own small ways, and but never seeing the fruits of their excellence, and dying ignorant of your true glory and magnanimity. Oh, we grant boons to our chosen ones, but we will never be able to reach them all, especially as their numbers continue to grow and grow.\n\n\"Thus! I propose a new system.\" She clapped her hands together, showing a wide smile to all the gathered gods. Behind her, bright sparks began to travel across her unfurled scroll, burning tiny dark trails into the parchment.\n\n_ _\n\"Beyond the bounds of creation, We have a plane of Our own. It can bring forth near-limitless material and energy, but none of it can ever leave—quite a waste, in Our opinion.\" A shape was sketched out on the scroll, that of a bright ember floating in the void. \"With this ritual, however, we can make proper use of it for all our benefits. If we gather our strength together, it should become possible to allow for connections between the Demiplane and the mortal worlds. Temporary, of course, but enough for mortals to draw upon a little of its power for their own ends.\" A vague humanoid figure appeared on the scroll, and a line extended between it and the floating ember, signifying their brief union.\n\n\"Now, how does this benefit us gods? There is no use in granting mortals unfettered access to such raw energies, for there are those among them foolish enough to lay waste to our valued creations. This is where *You* All come in, dear siblings. We need not only your strength for this effort, but your minds as well, to determine appropriate *Costs* For this energy, and the various magical *Forms* It can take. Let Us illustrate.\n\n\"Say there was a god of the dance, a patron of rhythm and motion. They might devise a system whereby mortals who danced long and passionately might cause plants to grow where they willed.\" The scroll unfurled further, revealing a new blank space, and upon it a dancing figure appeared, surrounded by sprouting flowers. \"Alternatively, a god of wealth. They could make it possible for mortals to shape the earth with a sacrifice of precious metals.\" Another drawn figure, offering up a chunk of gleaming gold as a ready-made house rose from the earth in front of them.\n\n\"The greater the price—the more the mortals dedicate to the domain in question—the greater the result.\" Now the dancer dripped with the sweat of several hours' exertion, while tall trees grew all around her. The wealthy mortal offered up a whole pile of gold, and a huge castle carved itself from the earth before him. \"Those who prove themselves worthy, by their acts and their sacrifices, will be rewarded by us, even if we know them not. Those most devoted will excel amongst their peers, and draw more to give their efforts to better knowing our domains. And all without us needing to lift a finger!\" \n\nMajesty spread her arms wide, having arrived at last to the triumphant conclusion of her pitch. \"We ask of you to join Us in this—in granting these gifts to all mortals, and thus ensuring that our domains forever find devotees across all the realms. Each of those who aids Us may choose a form of magic to be drawn from the raw energies of Our demiplane, and each in turn may decide what price the mortals pay, and how they prove themselves worthy to make full use of the magic you create.\"\n\nThere it was. Incentives for worship, not through mere prayer but through sacrifice, understanding, and dedication. They were all gods here, and she hoped they too would see the obvious benefits... Not just of the ritual overall, but for those participating in it. *After all, with such clear and universal incentives... Who would not want to worship a god, if they could shape their world in exchange?*"
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "As the deities settled around the great table, Onesifi took their seat as well. More and more deities arrived at the hall for this ritual - Onesifi was not the last one to the ball, which was already a good sign for themself; arriving late to the party was usually considered to be impolite, although who knew with this unstable universe - none of whom Onesifi, unfortunately, knew. So they had to look a bit back in the flow of time to learn the names of all who were involved - listening to introductions was certainly easier than trying to pick the deities one by one through the ritual.\n\nFor a second, the deity of ambition was interrupted by Calena, the mountain goddess, to try out some of the berries. And honestly, Onesifi saw no reason why they should have refused. \"I would not mind taking a few from you, Calena, if you would be so kind.\"\n\nA moment after they asked this question, a feeling of fear suddenly lashed out at them - a chill running down their spine, their body treacherously attempting to shut down in response to the feeling of being hunted. This feeling, and this context around them, almost seemed like it had hap~ **No.** The past did not exist, and Onesifi did not wish to make it. At least that was what they told themself.\n\nThankfully, this feeling was quickly interrupted by Majesty's speech - something that Onesifi listened to intently, even forcing themself to remain in the chair and having to satiate the constant desire for movement by mere swinging of the legs and drumming on the table with their fingers.\n\nThe whole idea seemed quite amenable to the deity of ambition. A way to obtain even a fraction of divine power through such easy means would definitely help all mortals to reach their goals - and in so doing, set new ones ever greater than they had before. Of course, it was impossible for them to truly reach divine levels, but they would try - and in that, they would create movement.\n\nOnesifi's mind was already working on the ways their magic could manifest itself, but for now, they had to talk. Obviously, an enthusiastic approval would potentially sway Majesty's opinion of them in a way that could make her amenable to helping them. As obvious was the fact that asking questions would show the hall that they were not a mere thrall to be ordered around. So they had to grasp for some loopholes in Majesty's ideas.\n\nIn a few moments, they rose up from the table, pacing around it, no longer able to contain the energies inside them. \"Let it be known that I am in support of this idea as a whole. However, I do have some questions that need to be answered before we proceed in earnest. First of all, I have to express some doubt at the prospect of making all magic connect to your demiplane. As much as I believe you to be a just and generous ruler, Your Majesty,\" Some empty praise it was; they could not truly judge her for lack of information, but they had to hope flattery would soften whatever reaction she would have to the question, \"We, as the other deities, have no true guarantee that you would not one day shut off these connections without our consent. Would it not be wiser to create a common demiplane, where none would truly rule and therefore no one could truly hold all the magic in this world hostage?\"\n\nTheir heart skipped a beat. The first die was cast, and Onesifi could only see how it would land."
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea half-listened to her siblings' introductions. She could only hear so many before they started to blend together into one long, monotonous lull. Bea snapped back to attention when a newcomer appeared at the table, but that was only because she brought with her sweets.\n\nBea glanced around to make sure no one was looking, then leaned over the table and pulled one of the plates towards her, ceremoniously dumping its contents onto her own plate before returning it to its original spot.\n\nShe listened intently to Majesty's pitch while slowly devouring her collection of sweets. Magic sounded lovely, though Bea struggled to wrap her head around its finer details. Already she was formulating how her magic would function, not bothered by the concerns some of the others voiced. She couldn't fret the details if she didn't yet understand them. But of course, there were *Some* Things that needed clarification, but they weren't the same kind of things that worried her siblings.\n\n**\"I like this magic stuff, but does it *Have* To be practical, or can it just be fun for the sake of fun?\"** Bea asked. A bit of a silly question, but she was sure no one would mind."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"Alternatively, the power could be drawn from the gods themselves. I am willing to create my own battery realm as additional reserves if we remain on a planar energies archetype, however.\"\n\nThe floating crystal known as Rav'nixander was again very quick to speak up. Really, it was because it was already analyzing the situation, questioning the motives of the room. The clarification of domains was a little comforting to it, but something about monarchy as a concept itched poorly at its ideals. But this is what the debate hall was for, a place to let ideals collide and form a synergistic whole.\n\n\"Additionally, I would like to pitch the domain of Creation Magic: The ability for mortals to access the reflexive creative abilities of the divine.\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr had relaxed in his chair, watching as everyone introduced themselves. He wasn't just here to weigh in: He was curious about all of the other gods, and made a mental note of each one. Calena in particular got his attention. He was never one to turn down free food, and in fact, berries were often a treat in his past life.\n\n\"Thank you, Calena.\" He said, his tone deeply reverent. Bringing snacks was in particular a deeply respected act where he was from. He took one and popped it into his mouth while he sat back down. Soldr kind of wanted to get a cupcake, but by that time it looked like Majesty was starting so he sat and occasionally glanced at the sweets Bea had swiped.\n\nWhen Majesty spoke, he watched her presentation on the scroll with his chin rested in his hands. He found her very very convincing, and the idea did spark the imagination. He loved his followers, and he wanted them to grow stronger. But like Onesifi, the part about all of the essence being gathered from Majesty's demiplane raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be deep in thought while Onesifi spoke, but once he was done, he rose slightly. He seemed comfortable speaking in public, maybe even good at it.\n\n\"I think it's a wonderful idea.\" He said, grinning slightly, then turning to look at Onesifi. \n\n\"She told us how it works. If it came to that you could just come over to Rav'ni's battery realm.\" Soldr noted. \"She'd basically be as beholden to us as we would be to her.\" He seemed to be deep in thought as he tented his fingers together.\n\n\"How much access do we have to this demiplane? I think we need some guarantee we can't just have it shut off on a whim if we're going to commit.\"\n\n\"I'm not wholly against putting you in charge of it because I sure as hell wouldn't want every god in the cosmos bothering me to keep their magic on. If you'd give us unfettered access to the demiplane that would work.\" Soldr said, smiling slightly. He leaned back in his chair, seeming to think as he slowly spun. \"But I think a magical commons like Onesifi suggested might be the most efficient option.\""
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "Ethros hummed to himself, listening to both the proposal and the contention that the other gods had in regards to the idea. \n\nHe couldn't deny that having Majesty's own demiplane could be a potentially dangerous situation should she decide to somehow stop the energy output. However, in a way, this actually worked out better for the gods besides her. She'd likely be bothered in the event of conflict. However, he couldn't bring himself to agree to the idea of unfettered access.\n\nHe let out a sigh, the noise coming out as whistling gusts of wind, and spoke, \"I'm fine with her demiplane being the main source. Even in the event of it being cut off from us, our own wills would be enough to sustain the abilities of our realms.\"\n\nHe leaned forward somewhat, \"However, I'll also not agree to us having unfettered access to her demiplane. Consider this,\" Ethros looked around, \"No one would want other deities messing about unrestricted, particularly in the potential afterlives of our mortals. I would never accept that, and therefore will never ask that of Majesty.\"\n\nHe clasped his hands audibly, \"However, I would be unwilling to accept a common source in the event of a potential deity spawning in the future with more malignant intentions. Don't want a well of power ripe for the taking.\"\n\nHe then leaned back, relaxing his shoulders and fiddling with his necklace of frozen lightning.\n\n\"Having said that, I'm putting forward the Magic of Atmokinesis: Control over local weather conditions. I'd also add in the caveat to shut down or bar certain magics within our own realms.\""
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot's Yggdrasil ghost watched from afar with popcorn and sunglasses."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd let out a snort and swished his tail, something would have been harmless for a normal deer but was a slightly terrifying display for something his size.\n\n\"This well of power would hardly be 'ripe for the taking'. A newborn god would not be any more capable of claiming it than one of the gods bound to it.\"\n\nWyrd fell silent for a few seconds as he considered to ponder the ritual that Majesty was proposing. \n\n\"That said, it concerns me little on the exact source of this power. What concerns me is the power itself.\" \n\nThe god of monsters pawed at the ground absent-mindedly, staring out a nearby doorway to look at Gaia stretching out into the cosmos.\n\n\"I am not against it in and of itself, but the idea of a mortal wielding the power of a god because they want it bad enough... It's absurd, isn't it?\"\n\nThe god of monsters turned back to face the group, lowering his neck to eye level with them. A mirthful tone entered his voice, as if he would be grinning if he had a human face.\n\n\"I will put forward a field of 'magic', as well as a rule for magic in general. A caveat for it's use. Magic should be for the strong, for the creatures that we put more of ourselves into.\"\n\n\"As such, I propose this: when a creature uses magic, they must be strong enough to fight it, to bend it to their will. Any mortal, barring the most powerful, is at risk of the power consuming them when the they use magic. The stronger the mortal, the less likely this is to occur.\"\n\nWyrd let the idea settle over the group for a few moments before continuing.\n\n\"Now, I could accept some variance here. Perhaps a minor spell can be handled without much risk to your average mortal. But anything beyond a mere convenience, a mortal should have to decide: is great power great worth great danger?\""
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*He watched the other gods, each one with each eye- viewing them, judging them, looking as deep into them as he could. From the near eldritch and chaotic that rivaled his own strangeness, to other divine beings who gave off a feeling of beasts and strengh, darkness as well as fangs and claws. There was a few who gave off a more peaceful or a mixed presence but he recognized most if not all of these divine beings where older and most likely much more powerful then he was, still he felt no hatred or even fear any longer as he watched the goddess who seemed to hold the most power, or atleast the most power in authority and attention. Majesty, and from her words the goddess of monarchs*\n\n*He looked over the others, a strange goddess who repeated random noises over and over again and radiated a feeling that made even him rather concerned, a monstrous being that he felt closer to as kin then the others. But not many caught his attention further then that, still he kept one of his eyes focused on each of the gods. Which wasn't difficult considering his hundreds of eyes along his body, his whispering never ceased either as it filled the area around him* \n\n\"Magic... Yes... I will do my best to lend my power, as for a magic I'd like to propose eldritch magic of the beyond, magic dealing with the mind and the unnatural such as spirits, insanity, illusions and even sound mimicry... I have other magics but I shall not proceed further then Is welcome...\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The goddess of the harvest frowned. \"I have no use for mortal devotion. I have better things to do than toying with them to inflate my ego.\" She snorted, shaking her head. The *Incentive* Offered was no incentive at all, but she wasn't opposed to the idea of such a creation. Furthermore, as a bit paranoid of a divinity by nature, she did not enjoy the idea of something like this behind held by a goddess who did not hold its portfolio. \"To tie it to a demiplane like that would grant you power over a domain you do not have. Careful, sister, of bending the purpose you were given and the will of our Mother.\" She warned, shaking her head in disapproval.\n\nWyrd's idea, too, made her let out a derisive snort. \"Really, brother? Force our little paper dolls to tear themselves to shreds for a glimpse of power? How... Impractical.\" She shook her head in disagreement again, finding the idea even worse than Majesty's proposed demiplane suggestion. \"If you're so terrified that the little fragile things might one day reach our heights, then only offer them a diluted version of our power. A scythe that reaps a thousand stalks of wheat slowly is better than one that can reap just ten in the blink of an eye.\" She gave her two cents on why the idea of mortals needing to be strong to use magic was stupid.\n\n\"If you're *So* Scared, limit what they can do, or how many times they can do this... Magic.\" She shook her head. \"I have no interest in allowing my children to burn themselves into husks.\" She may not have any problems with killing mortals that affected her, but that suggestion just seemed unnecessary and even a little corny. If necessary, she would carve out a caveat in magic to protect her children from that mockery of power while also setting her own limitations to remind them not to get too big for their britches. She had no intention of allowing her children to harm themselves for no good reason like her brother was suggesting here."
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "Suzuhime had tagged along with the pair of deities she had been following around since arrival, not particularly in any reason for the crystal as much as she was enjoying its company but in Soldr's case, at least partly out of a desire to continue to use him for cover... Not that he really needed to know that, she liked him too after all... But being this exposed to well... Existence, not being within her dormitory of circutry left her feeling exposed and vulnerable... Given that the meeting was now underway though, and that introductions seemed to be in order... She materialized herself from the cloud of metalic fog she has been using for such a task, nothing really new or flashy here... That wasn't really how she operated.\n\n\"Suzu... Suzuhime\", She introduced herself with a polite bow, taking her more obviously mechanical of her two forms, before looking around a bit and deciding to copy the others in there mannerisms of taking a seat in the ornate room and on the ornate chairs... Honestly even this was a bit much for her, while she wasn't against a display of wealth, these objects for sitting were... Not quite like what she was used too, nor was its display in quiiiite this fashion.\n\n\"My domain is humanities servants, automation...\"\n\nThen, Majesty began to explain the purpose of the meeting, and honestly she didn't really have much in the way of stuff that she could say as a total objection, it sounded like a pretty decent system all things considered, but some questions were beginning to form in her mind that she wanted to ask before she fully committed her support.\n\n\"I... Am not opposed to the idea in theroy, but if we are already debating control over the system... Why don't we just... Also implement a system of countermagics at the same time, something which provides no direct power on its own, but rather offers the option of rejection... Ideally with nearly equivalent costs to the magic itself... Would providing the option to say no not go a long way to help prevent the ability of abuse?\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Geehhh?\"\n\n*Majesty's hand graced the hair of our Nach, and was followed shortly thereafter by a curious yet fleeting confusion. Her gaze momentarily shifted onto Majesty, following the Archfiend's walk around the hall of gods before swiftly their attention unto our Nach's own head. Petting wherever it was her dear beloved friend graced, before broadening their touch into long strokes through this mangy mangled hair.*\n\n\"Pet-pet! Pet the Nach... What a nicety, a pleasurable one indeedly...\"\n\n*Our Nach's fanciful mind would've wandered away if not for Majesty's efforts to grab everyone's attention, and explain in detail whatever she had in mind for their splendid endeavour. Certainly did the prospect of magic pull our Nach's attention back to reality, and for the foreseeable future her fanciful mind was anchored to quite a fanciful idea. Already did our Nach dream of terribly terrific troubles, whimsical wonders, magnificently malignant manifestations, a power of Nachening! With aspirations so Nachial, our Nach could hardly contain herself and in the course of these plans she began giggling like mad! Excitedly wriggling around in that chair of hers, and very nearly falling off on more than one occasion.*\n\n*...But alas this wonder was fleeting, for the more our Nach listened the more... Perturbed she felt.*\n\n*Our Nach's excited wobbling slowed to a crawl, before coming to a close. Her incessant shaking became stilted, monotonous, without feeling. Her giggling too fell short, and what followed was an eerie silence accompanied by a mad but malevolent stare fixated not on any one god but the room as a whole. Her eyes were like knives, for these ears were cut so deeply by all these-* \"Words-words-words-words...\"\n\n*So many words, such little sense. Without warning Nach snatched a plate right off the table, biting straight into it and shattering the dish into pieces- chewing on whatever was in her mouth.*\n\n\"Words-words-words! So many WORDS, such little SENSE!\" *She crunched on another piece of plate, putting on a pair of glasses that served only to worsen her vision.* \"We reject this nonsense you speak, this nonsense of barring certain magi-magics from your silly little realms. Doing so serves in defeating our combined purpose, it's dreadfully dull, and we've no desire to allow what a worthless COV-E-OT within these machinations. Be boring if you wish, stave off ALL magi-magics within your silly little realms- but no picky choosy! None of that! That is far- FAR more offensive.\"\n\n*Unfortunately, Nach's issues were not complete.* \n\n\"And this- this bat-tery? It too is dreadfully dull... If you fear our dear beloved magi-magi so much, then make it so the magi-magic can't be closed. Better yet, make it so the magi-magic BLEEDS! Let it bleed through reality, let it play- let it play! Ahahahahaaaa! Oh our dear Nachiavellian would so love to play with wild magi-magic, the things it'd do- the things we'd do. Have these wounds be where it's richer, where it's freer! Let it warp the world, untethered, and have these mortals play in all its beauty.\"\n\n*Then finally, her attention turned to Wyrd.* \"And you! Yoouuu! You wish to filter what'd bring delight to us, you wish to bring old problematic problems into new wondrous wonders. Allow for the weakest frailest most pathetic creature to lay waste to your lands, and then the strong will think about what being strong really means. Your idea is dumb, but your tail is most adorable- we'll give it bells, we will!\"\n\n*Once Nach was finished voicing her complaints, a broad goofy grin was back on their face, and the pair of glasses she now wore had inexplicably cracked.* \"Many ideas have we, many-many... AH! Have it so they must SAY the name of a spell aloud, that'd be funny- oh it'd be just like that one thing with the wands and the pretty dresses.\""
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Calena passed out the baneberries to those who wanted some, smiling gently at Soldr and Onesifi, and sat back, silently observing all of her siblings that had joined in the meantime. This discussion among the gods was not quite her area of expertise, as there was little magic in her realm currently. If she made more creatures, perhaps it would be of use to her mortals. But right now, she felt as if she had to be like her mountains, like an avalanche waiting to form. \n\n*Stillness. Patience. Observe. And when the time is right... Move.*\n\nShe knew that her lesser known domain of herbal medicine could be utilized extremely well with this idea of magic, but what would make it special to any worshippers or followers of hers? The ability to add divine healing to a potion? Mixtures have faster reaction times? A single dose is now stronger? Or maybe you only need the herbs themselves to perform the desired magic, without needing to mix and neutralize its natural properties?\n\nReaching for a cupcake created by Vivienne, she realized this entire process was going to take some time. \n\nShe grabbed an empty bowl next to the cupcakes and scooped as many baneberries as she had in her bag into the bowl. Calena set the bowl of mortally fatal berries next to Vivienne's cupcakes and cookies, open for anyone to grab as they pleased. \n\nGood thing she had more berries back in the Highlands."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Hm, so this ritual had been organised to create magic. Another god seeking to spread their influence across all realms, sadly including his own. Well ideally, this 'Majesty' would be as amiable to a compromise as Vivienne was when she was attempting to create her dreams. But even though Mr Bones didn't really want anything to do with magic, he still had a vested interest in ensuring that others had more or less even access to it. And what Majesty was suggesting was nowhere close to even.\n\n\"First of all I would like to say that I do not want this magic in my realm. When it is unleashed, I would enjoy the same privilege I had during Vivienne's dreaming ritual, having the effects of it ignore my land and its people. I will still lend my support, but in return I expect this minor concession. However. I must agree that the source of the magic being from your realm is troubling, to say the least. If, when, a divine conflict occurs can we trust you to stay neutral? If a race that relies on magic to exist finds itself opposing you, will they be able to rely on your good graces to continue existing? I don't know enough about you to say you're untrustworthy, but I also can't say that you're to be trusted. If we are to go ahead with this system it should not be tied to a single god, or even a group of them. If a mortal wishes to use magic, then the god or gods they worship should supply it. Anything else would be unfair, what of our brethren who have not yet arrived at this meeting? What of the gods who have not been born yet? What if you, Majesty, fade away like so many others have? What would we do then?\"\n\nFirm but reasonable. Most gods seemed more concerned with what magics they would create than who would supply it. A token few cared about Majesty's plan though, which was good. Even one more god would make the skeleton's concerns significantly more valid. Now he needed to see how much Majesty cared about her theoretical monopoly on magic."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Ah, familiarity. Gods were a finicky bunch, and rituals always threatened to overturn the status quo. What little of it there was, at least. Some would agree with your vision, some would nitpick things, and some would want to throw things out completely. As it was with dreams, as it was with seasons, and as it was here. Vivienne listened silently as the plan was detailed, and as the responses came pouring in. A small cup of energizing tea materialized from shadow in front of her, courtesy of a fragment of herself from Hypnagogia. Something she'd need if she were to stay awake for all of this. All in all, this was rather... Expected. Many of the deities here had good points, and others... Less so. Perhaps it would help if she cut through some of the confusion right here. \n\n\"I would like to clear something up first.\" The insect-like witch spoke up after a moment. \"It being a part of her demiplane would not necessarily make all of magic under her control. When these rituals occur, the demiplane grows beyond the influence of their creator. Mostly.\" There was a small pause as she took another sip. \"As the creator of Dreams, I can excise *A* Deity from the demiplane, or *A* Mortal, but I could not bar off the demiplane from all mortals or all deities. Likewise, were I to die tomorrow, the demiplane would not die with me. Under similar circumstances, I'd presume the same would go for... Our dear sister's demiplane.\"\n\n\"That being said, it's possible for the ritual to turn out differently. I do not begrudge our siblings for looking out for their own best interest. I myself would also be partial to a more shared cost, as, well...\" She leaned back in her chair, and crossed her arms. \"I *Already* Shoulder the burden of my own realm's magic. Asking me to change to this system as proposed would be asking me to cede influence over my own realm for no real gain. Or rather, at a net loss. The mere trickle of power from a demiplane could not hope to match the flood of energy that washes over my realm.\"\n\n\"To that end, I find myself agreeing with the little goddess. Underneath all the insane ramblings, her suggestions are quite solid.\" A small glance was cast towards Nach, accompanied by a light smile at her friend. \"Let magic flood across the world as it does Hypnagogia. Let all who desire it play with it. I do not mind if this comes with a price. Even my children must contend with my magic crystallizing them. However I do agree that the price Wyrd suggests is much too steep. Why widen the gap between 'weak' and 'strong' when even the 'weak' have their role to play. One 'strong' ant alone can't haul a corpse, but a thousand 'weak' ones will. Give the thousand an extra tool, and they will do far more together than the one will alone.\"\n\n\"That should cover everything of vital importance I have to say, but I do have one last aside...\" With a flick of her wrist and a swirl of magic, suddenly a new cookie appeared in her hand, which she promptly tossed across the table down to Nach. \"Could we add incantations to that last suggestion of yours as well, Nach? Saying the name of the spell is fun and all but I'm quite fond of magic chants.\""
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"author": "pokara",
"message": "The immediate cacophony of voices that rang out from the other gods in an instant was enough to drive Keres mad. She wished her ill-tempered, maggot-brained siblings would quiet down like the good little rabbits they were meant to be- No, that was Pursuit clawing her way to the surface of Keres' mind, the violent mind of her most potent aspect affecting her physical appearance as the horns moved backwards on her skull and curled into those of a rams. Her feet turned more into paws and the muscle on her body thickened, her bones cracking loudly as she grew. When she opened her mouth to speak, the ground beneath them shook gently. Even speaking as gently as possible to avoid destroying her own throat and deafening those around her, each word boomed out like thunder. \"My siblings, those whom I've met and those who I have no recollection of yet, I believe Her Majesty has a splendid idea. But some of you draw valid concerns and some of you have inane, useless ramblings that serve no greater purpose than to muddle the mind and make mockery of this beautiful potential. I agree that one source, owned by a single god is asking for trouble, I believe we should all have stake in this plane and create it jointly that no one god holds full dominion over it.\"\n\n◼️\n\nShe looked to Wyrd then and spoke. \"An ambitious idea but I do believe as others have said, if I understand correctly that is, that magical potential should be measured separately from physical potential. Surely that would give some of our mortals an unfair advantage in addition to what they already have.\" Her head then turned back to the group at large. \"The idea of magic flowing freely is quaint one but one that could not work, were magical energy not to be locked to a shared plane then what is to prevent a mortal from finding some way or from being so fervent in their beliefs that they, if even temporarily, ascend to our level of power. What damage could they do that we might have to fix or potentially be unable to fix.\"\n\n\"In this scenario, what is to prevent a mortal that reaches this level of power even from killing one or all of us while they have it. I think a demiplane, shared by all present and all to come in the future would be a much easier thing to govern.\" Keres gestured broadly with her wings of smoke and shadow to every god in the room. \"The intricacies of a demiplane are ones we can finetune to our whims. But a demiplane of this magnitude should, I will reiterate again, be shared. No single being should own it. If we each have equal stake then we each can only influence it that much. Every new god born and old god that dies changes how much each of us holds but it makes sure that we are all always equal.\" Her wings retracted into a cloak once more and with a great gesturing of her arms, she added one more thing before finishing. \"I would also like to say, perhaps we hold off on our pitching of domains and certain other aspects of this until we have fully agreed upon how we will go about handling and creating the energy.\""
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "Silly had been doing a lot of thinking lately. Even at the cupcake party, Vivienne has felt distant. She enjoyed the company of her divine siblings. She enjoyed the company of her mortals. She enjoyed looking over her creation. And she felt oh-so-much enjoyment watching over the travelling carnival. Yet, something felt off. Something was missing. It was hard to truly put her toe on it.\n\nThen... The magic ritual began, and it all clicked. She was jealous. She wasn't needed, and so she was jealous. Others at the picnic enjoyed the cupcakes, but those cupcakes were not hers. They were Larry's. Sure, she could wave her hand and make the biggest cake in the whole world, but that wasn't impressive. That was boring. It was expected. She was a god, and so she could do anything. Her achievements... What did they matter? It was the expectation and weight of her being. \n\nAnd, she wouldn't give it up for the world. She loved existing to bring smiles and laughter to her mortals, but she wouldn't force the same burden upon them. For her, the role was expected. The purpose was demanded, even. For a mortal, they possessed that choice she lacked. It was impressive, and she felt great proudness upon her mortals going above and beyond.\n\nShe was a fool, but she wasn't a fool. She knew how her presence about Larry was recognised, and how incoherent she appeared at times. That made the man just that much more astounding to her...\n\n... And giving him magic, the tools to do anything he so willed, would ruin that. She was thankful for Majesty's approach towards this power, this gift upon the world, but others all seemed to taint it, to push too much, or treat it like a double-edged sword in all the wrong ways. To simply grant strength was destined to have it taken for granted. To punish for it was worse. To trade... Perhaps.\n\nHer-ness, games, and fun, there was a careful science to it. And as the inscrutable black box that was Silly perched about the far edge of the ritual, she finally, *Finally*, made her move to enter. Head held high (at least for her usual short form), and long clown shoes clapping and squeaking and honking with every step, she sauntered confidently into the room, circling about the participants one by one.\n\n\"Wrong!\" She started with Onesifi, pointing her finger assertively at the god. With speed, she whipped her hand back, sending turbulent air currents brushing against the nose she almost touched. \"You're wrong. Bad god!\"\n\nThen she moved on to the next, Bea. More sympathetic this time, she crouched a little. \"You're wrong,\" She repeated. \"But your spirit is commendable.\" Silly maintained an odd air of authority about herself. Unfounded.\n\nAs before, she continued, approaching Rav'nixander. \"Wrong! Bad god! Very bad-bad-bad!\" She huffed, lifting herself onto the tip of her squeaky clown shoes, jingly jester bells jangling with each little movement. Her arm lashed out as before, pointing to emphasise her argument, yet not quite touching.\n\n\"Wrong! You're wrong!\" With a pirouette, she spun and twirled towards Soldr. \"And I had such high hopes,\" She let out a melancholic sigh.\n\nStill circling, having half-cartwheeled to walk on her hands now, she pointed to Ethros with the tip of her foot, before flipping back upright. \"Wrong-wrong-wrong! Bad god.\" Her spiel continued, losing her faux authority and shifting steadily towards a tantrum.\n\nHer face reddened, and just as it looked like she was about to scream at the next god, she turned her head to the corner of the room, facing seemingly no one. \"Oh, hi Aphot! By the way- we need to party sometime! You better come to my birthday! I don't know when it is, but you better be there! There's cake! I think... And-\"\n\nTurning her head a full two hundred degrees, she twisted her neck with a crack, facing Wyrd. Her body twisted, turning afterwards, and she skipped towards him. She jumped, reaching her arms out as if for a hug, only to stop short with a glare. In a quick flurry, she reached into her jester cap, plopping a fluffy red ball at the end of every little point of his antlers, just as she had when they'd met long before. Only once she finished did Silly smile once again. A soft serene smile.\n\n\"You are wrong.\"\n\nHer next target was Agraothrust, but she held herself to no special demeanour, merely walking past, speaking the word \"Wrong\", and dismissively waving her hand.\n\nBriefly glancing at Triticea, she continued past silently. Quiet, and without a word. Well, she would have been quiet if her shoes didn't squeak with every step, and moving on the tips of her toes only made that noise louder. \n\nPast Triticea now, she jumped, landing square in front of the new Suzuhime. \"Wrong.\" \n\nTurning, zig-zagging, and skipping part of the group, she ran to Mr Bones next. Briefly, she waves her hand in front of his face to see if the bone man was still being a big bony meanie no-pants who was ignoring her, only to realise he didn't have eyes. For better or worse, she went about her words anyway: \"Super Wrong!\"\n\n\"And a super-duper wrong to you too!\" She pointed at Keres assertively.\n\nFinally, finally, she turned back to the Nach whom she'd ever so rudely neglected. Speaking nothing, she stumbled forward with all the swagger of a cat walking on its hind legs and reached out with an iconic gesture. One who only the real ones would understand. Palm flat, arm outstretched, she swung by for a godly high five.\n\n***Honk.***\n\nThe clap echoed out, yet Silly's hand *Honked* Upon the contact. Continuing her spinning motion, she twirled until her back faced Nach, and her body looked upon the room. Inexplicably, a microphone had appeared in her hand, and before bringing it to her mouth, she stuck her tongue out at Vivienne.\n\n\"Wrong! You're all wrong!\" White noise rang out as she slammed the mic onto the floor, and jumped onto it with a bouncy honk. \"You understand nothing! You're stupid! You're dummy-dummies! Aaarrrrghhhh!\" She screamed, falling back onto Nach and bursting into confetti as she did so. Before the remnants hit the ground, her rant continued, head popping out of Vivienne's hat.\n\n\"You give mortals *Tools*, not power. You give them knowledge, not discoveries. The greatest pranks are the ones you see through to the end. The best performances have pause. You're selfish and weak. You're monsters and malicious. Or you're just fools. And now I've got to babysit you!\" She crossed her arms, then rolled forward, landing in front of Vivienne. \"What praise can you give one who merely waved their hands and brought about cake? NONE! You're boring and it SICKENS me.\"\n\nAnd with her rant reaching its end, the many words not forming the arguments she envisioned, she turned back to Vivienne and lifted her arms. A silent motion for 'Silly want ups'.\n```\nI know I referenced a lot of people. Just assume Silly is zooming or something. She's Silly, after all. Also, this is obviously all in character. Nothing against anyone here.\n```"
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Yes, the gods had a shadow- a shadow that lied in silence, watching all that occurred in these congregations of increasing frequency. Familiarizing each face, observing each ritual in detail, absorbing all that went down as a mirage that never faltered until interacted with.\n\nAphot would, perhaps, be among the first to admit he had a strong selfish streak. He would not participate in what did not benefit or interest him, and thus far, no ritual following the first had- this one included. His mortals already had their own \"Magic\" At their disposal, and he did not feel particularly inclined to so freely lend his power to those who were not his and had not earned it; ultimately, he was not asked, and so none received.\n\nA wisp of air twirled and twisted into a disembodied Cheshire smile that silently greeted Silly as she addressed the unseen specter in the room. He did so enjoy his most chaotic siblings, as he did all things that he found most interesting.\n\nAs Silly's fleeting attention span moved on to its next target, the insidious god materialized further, inky wisps coming together to form a most curious being: a long, dark trenchcoat rolled out into existence, topped with the fanciest of hats that harbored the skull-less head of an oblong, curved obsidian mask that tapered out to a fine point. The individual lifted their head and hollow eye sockets peered at the divine mass with an air of devilish glee, a sense of unheard laughter somehow present beneath the exterior.\n\nThe entity- a *\"Plague doctor\"* By any other name- strolled forward as if he personally owned the hall itself, a wine glass filled with a fizzy blue liquid occupying one of the mysteriously gloved hands. How was he meant to drink this? Well, they'd just have to wait and see, wouldn't they?\n\nWhatever opinions he had on the matter went unsaid; just like his purpose for being here. He flung himself down in a chair that had totally been there the entire time and propped two mirror-shined boots up onto the table, briefly raising the glass in a wordless toast to the chaotic antics that were happening and their ever-imaginative perpetrators."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "The gods, being gods, all wanted their say. Majesty stood firm in her place near the middle of the room, letting them chatter on for a minute while her handy scroll listed down each of their ideas as it came.\n\n*-Creation of a common demiplane*\n*-Drawing power directly from gods*\n*- Multiple demiplanes used as sources*\n*- Unfettered access to source demiplane*\n*- Restrict magic to stronger mortals*\n*- Limit number of times mortals can use magic*\n*- Create a system of counter-magic*\n*- Let magic bleed freely from its source*\n*- Require mortals to chant spells aloud*\n\nNine major amendments in total, not counting smaller caveats like the exclusion of Bones' realm. Many of them contradicted each other, and nearly all drew heated opposition from other parties. With no clear majority behind any set of proposals, and deities prancing madly across the room, discord now reigned supreme in the Hall of Gods, an endless squabble that would only end in tears.\n\n*...Or would it?* Though she hadn't written it down, there was one proposal that had nonetheless garnered overwhelming majority support. And it was her own.\n\nThe existence of magic. The system of exchange that would allow it to work. The idea of each god involved shaping their own facet of that system. All seemed to pass through would little objection, and even the general idea of using demiplanes for power seemed to have taken hold of most of her guests. Where others may have seen only discord, Majesty could perceive the quiet unity starting to crystallize, her will extending like a shadow over the debate without her even uttering a word of argument.\n\n*Ah, where would you all be without Us? Come, dear siblings. Let Us put you in your place.*\n\nShe clapped her hands three times, slow and steady. Not so harsh as to ring in their ears, but too loud to possibly be ignored. If anyone had yet to notice her list, they would surely see it now, at the exact same time as her voice rose again to command the floor:\n\n\"All right, all right, let us now take a moment to consider. We are grateful to all who shared their thoughts and wisdom, but it is clear that we cannot possibly encompass every view within the bounds of a single ritual.\" She pressed her hands together, closing her eyes for a moment as if to mourn that fact that, ever so sadly, some of these proposals would have to be *Cut.*\n\nShe did not need the support of everyone in the room, after all. Only enough to make the ritual go through, and outnumber any leftover dissenters who tried to counteract it.\n\n\"Let us begin with this. Countermagic, was it?\" Majesty met Suzuhime's eyes, a warm and gentle smile upon her crimson lips. \"A fascinating idea. Too complex to implement on a large scale, We are afraid, but perhaps your school of magic could revolve around this? A form of magic built to negate any other it is matched against, so that mortals who learn it would have a means to protect themselves. Yes, We imagine they would be quite thankful to you for that.\"\n\nOne down.\n\n\"Now, We understand the urge to favor the strongest mortals—why design a greater being, if not to be *Greater?* But Our plan already accounts for this, if you think about it. The mortal use of magic will require a price, and will more powerful beings not find such prices easier to pay? The strength to gather raw materials, the powerful bodies and natural abilities that allow them to perform actions impossible for their feeble kin... Yes, We believe the strong will do just fine. If they are truly strong, then they should not *Need* Such special favor from us.\" She met Wyrd's gaze for a moment, as if daring him to challenge that last assertion.\n\n_ _\n\"On that note, We see no need to limit magic to any particular number of uses.\" Her attention was on Triticea, now. \"So long as We can guarantee that magic will not harm its users, then the price alone should serve as enough of a limitation, no? Though you are welcome to impose further restrictions on your own school should you wish.\n\n\"Next. Drawing power directly from gods is right out: half the point of this ritual was to work around our limitations as deities. Trying to fuel so grand an endeavor entirely through our own raw might would only serve to weaken and distract us.\" She shook her head. \"We will not compromise on that. Chanting out spells, however... We have no objection. So long as we account for different mortal means of conveying language, then it should be an easy addition to accept.\n\nThe scroll turned over, and a new list was drawn, the chanting proposal singled out along with the four she had yet to mention. Now came the elephant in the room, the biggest point of contention: the source.\n\n\"We have addressed the less contentious points, but We hear your various concerns. Let Us first say that We never had any intention of stopping up the flow of magic, nor wielding the prospect of it as a threat.\" She nodded towards Vivienne, thankful that the goddess had already more or less made this argument for her. \n\n\"To make Our plane a source would require a power greater than Our own, and would thus not be within Our power to revoke. Furthermore, We believe the connection itself would serve to sustain the plane even in the unlikely event of Our passing.\" She held out her hands, peaceful and unarmed, as innocent as could be. Except for the devil horns, of course. \"But just to be wholly sure: We will also accept the proposal advanced by Nach. Let power bleed out from Our plane freely into the mortal world, and there be shaped according to mortal spells. We will forfeit the right to cease or hamper this process, and once the raw energies have left Our plane they will be beyond Our control regardless.\"\n\nHere it was. Her first compromise proposal.\n\n**\"Let us use the ritual to enforce the flow of power from my plane to the mortal realms, and protect it against interference. Once these energies arrive in the various realms, they may then be readily harnessed at a cost. These exchanges will be catalyzed through the use of mortal language, and will naturally serve to regulate the use of magic based on individual dedication and merit.\"** She looked to several of the gods in turn. \"Nach, Vivienne, we trust you find this agreeable? And you, Bea: your mortals may use magic for whatever impractical purposes they desire. Mr. Bones, should you wish only to forbid this ritual from touching your realm, then We will happily accept your support.\"\n\nNext, she focused on the others, reaching across the aisle to see if they would be at all more amenable. \"We have addressed your principal concerns, have We not? There is no need at all for Us to have sole power over the existence of magic, and as you can see, We will readily forgo it. We ask only to act as a simple guardian, offering up Our own plane in return for mortal gratitude and security against the very tampering you all fear.\" Her voice grew a little softer, almost humble. \"Our concerns are not so different from yours, truly.\"\n\nShe could feel the anticipation building. Most of them probably had whole speeches ready to deliver in response, and were eagerly awaiting their moment in the spotlight. Time for the next round of bickering then: hopefully a little more focused than the last.\n\nWith her arms spread wide, she put a final question to the room. \"Who is now in favor? Who has qualms yet to be voiced? Come, let us find an answer as one, and work together to do our mother proud!\""
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "The crystal hummed as concerns were raised, ideas brought forth and then addressed and finally a compromise proposal was brought forth. Rav'nixander found it... Acceptable, for the most part. Power to the mortals, spread evenly bar those who barred it to their lands, shaped by word and will... Egalitarian, theoretically. There was still one quibble.\n\n\"This agreement is acceptable. However I would still wish to create a secondary battery realm from which power can also flow. Even if the power of your realm cannot be stymied, the source itself could be harmed. A backup would increase the integrity of the entire system. Additionally, by placing it in metaphysical orbit opposite to your own, coverage may be increased.\""
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "Suzuhime listened to this counter offer, she admits she was a bit disappointed in the rejection of the countermagic without shifting it entirely onto her, especially when she already had a diffrent idea for what she had intended to do... But it is what it is... As far as she could tell this was going to happen and it was better to get in on the ground with it rather then withdrawing suport over disapointment... Though he tail still curled around her, giving it away through bodylanguage alone how she felt about this.\n\n\"I... Will admit I am not the biggest fan of just letting the magic bleed through unopposed, that is too chaotic... Too dangerous for the mortals... Its not that I am agianst the magic being in the enviroment, but for it to do so wildly is... Not something I can endorse, if a counter-system being inate is off the table...\", She responds to the counter proposal... Forcing herself to bring this objection forward.\n\n\"I would like to request that if we do go with this system, we are able to determine what form the magic will take within our realms... Perhaps our more chaotic comrades would be fine with energies running wild... But in my case, for my realm... I want magic to take the form of cold steel when it arrives, a solid element that the mortals will have to work... Not a wild whirlwind that they can fall into and be disorted by.\", she pauses thinking that maybe she should ad a bit more to this.\n\n\"Don't get me wrong, I do not wish to enforce my desire for this specifically on any one else, I simply wish that we all have the choice in what form the natural magics will take... Even if they do just... Happen\""
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea's face settled into a dry, somewhat annoyed expression as she leaned back in her seat. This meeting was painfully dull. Leave it to her siblings to suck the fun out of something that should've been entertaining. Why must they be so caught up in who controlled this and what controlled that? Why couldn't they just skip to the fun part?\n\nShe picked up a cookie and took a bite, glancing around the hall, waiting for things to get fun. At some point, she started to tune out the other gods. If she didn't she'd probably die of boredom.\n\nLuckily, another goddess burst into the hall, clad in clothes so utterly ridiculous that Bea couldn't help but pay attention. She watched as the goddess- Silly- sauntered around the room, her air of authoritative confidence juxtaposed with her clothing. How comical.\n\nBea held back a giggle as the goddess scolded another god. Finally, something interesting. Seeing her siblings get confronted in such a manner was beyond entertaining. Of course, Bea's amusement didn't last long, seeing as she was next on Silly's verbal hit list.\n\nShe stared at the goddess, dumbfounded, but before she could ask what she meant by \"Wrong\" Silly rushed off to yell at everyone else. **\"Wrong? What's wrong with fun for fun's sake?\"** Bea grumbled, too quiet for anyone other than those sitting next to her to hear.\n\nShe watched in disgruntled silence as her siblings got the same, albeit harsher treatment, waiting for Majesty to step in so they could hurry up with this magic business.\n\nWhen Majesty did finally speak, her words went in one ear and out the other, save for her confirmation that Bea's magic could be as delightfully impractical as she wished. Aside from that one comment, she didn't understand much of what Majesty said.\n\nSomething about counter magic, something else about demiplanes. *What!?* Bea felt a bit self-conscious. Everyone else understood what was going on, but then again they had been paying attention.\n\n*Aw rats,* Bea thought. *I* Do *Suck at my job.* Well, at least she got her fun magic. Her tail wagged at that, but her pouty expression never left her face."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Wheatmother closed her eyes, considering all that she had been presented with. The proposal was acceptable, save for one thing. \"I have only one objection to raise.\" She lifted a single finger with her right hand, jostling the basket of wheat that she had been holding with her other arm to adjust her position. \"Should the Creator decide that this... Magic... Should have a deity of its own, you will aid us in helping that new god to source magic from *Their* Realm, rather than yours.\" She shook her head. \"Do not misunderstand this for distrust, sister, but it would be unwise to overstep our assigned duties, to reach for domains that our Mother did not see fit to grant us.\" She reminded Majesty with a solemn expression.\n\nAs usual, the goddess of the harvest was most focused on the concept of purpose. How could she not, when she had no past life to look upon for guidance? All she had was the will of the Tree. She didn't much care what Majesty intended to do with the new power that this might grant her, but she did care that her sister was trying to claim a portfolio that Gaia had not seen fit to give her. Her concerns could be easily abated by conceding to her demands, though, since that would serve as proof that Majesty was only temporarily holding the position until a proper god of magic took form.\n\nAs far as she was concerned, though, Suzuhime's concern was a moot point. A god was supreme in their own home, and she doubted that they'd allow magic to exist in their own homes if they could not control the form that it took. Well, most of them, anyhow. She wasn't too sure about that Nach character, but for the most part the gods would be in charge of how magic was run in their realms, enough so that a great catastrophe would not befall their lands at the hand of this proposed wild magic. With her point made and her piece said, she brushed some of her golden hair out of her face and stepped back, allowing the others a chance to say whatever they desired."
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "Ethros focused his gaze on Majesty as she gave out the amended proposal, and worked the idea around in his head. This could work. This could work very easily. Let the energy flow into each realm, and allow the deities to work out their own boundaries. Perhaps as equal as they could possibly be, and yet allowing the gods to keep their authority.\n\n*Besides,* A darker part of him mused in the back of his mind, *If the mortals attempt to go above their station, I can always just blast them.*\n\nHe felt the urge, perhaps childishly, to roll his eyes at the crystal deity's insistence at a secondary realm. \"If someone tried to harm the source, it would be tantamount to a declaration of opposition against all deities whose mortals use the power. I think the threat of several deities going to war would be enough of a deterrent. If not, I'd gladly rain destruction down on the aggressor.\"\n\nHe said this nonchalantly, as if talking about a business transaction rather than a world-shaping event and threat of war should anyone interfere afterward.\n\nHe held in a sigh. Politics, a pain. However, he definitely wanted to contribute to the implementation of magic, rather than just allowing it to happen. He'd never just turn a blind eye to something that could affect his people so drastically.\n\n\"I do believe that Majesty's current proposal is for the best, allowing for the power to spread with wiggle room in our realms. Besides, we can control what happens in our own realms for the most part.\" He aimed the last sentence largely at Suzuhime.\n\nHe understood Triticea's concern, but he truly didn't see why the Mother would care. Gaia had given them life, that is true, but she allowed them to do what they wanted as Immortals. But that was a debate he didn't feel like having, and so remained silent on *That* Particular topic."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "The room quickly flared up with discussion soon after the Queen spoke, and Onesifi was pleased with being the first one to add to the discussion. That meant that they now had time to witness the other replies and ponder on their own response to them. Of course, they had a desire to speak out after quite a few of the divine speeches, but going out of line would not leave a good impression. So they chewed on the berries that Calena passed them as they listened. They were a bit too spicy for their liking.\n\nThey took a good long look at Rav'nixander's strange form, trying to sense its intentions through its aura - and, weirdly enough, felt like they were trustworthy enough. From the first glance, they did not feel like it had any grand ambitions of its own- perhaps a trait that would make Onesifi roll their eyes at it at any other time, but in this situation it made for a perfectly neutral adjudicator. If the debate arrived to the idea that one deity behind one domain containing all magic was necessary - which they would prefer not to - they would rather back Rav than any other deity in this room.\n\nSoldr seemed to agree with Onesifi's proposal. Although they were not sure about the idea of rerouting magic on a whim - would that not require another ritual? - they nodded towards the dragon god as he went back to his seat.\n\nEthros's response had Onesifi roll their eyes. There were some moments where Onesifi could swear the two stole some glances at each other - or maybe the deity of ambition imagined it after such an enormous lack of self-interest shown by the god of the sky. And besides, the whole closing-off one's realm to only some kinds of magic? It felt even more dishonest than simply shutting magic out from your realm entirely. At least in one case there is a manner of equality.\n\nAs the terrifying deer god contributed his own idea to the discussion of magic, Onesifi... Found themself almost snickering. This was the greatest missing of the point that they had seen - even in their previous life, they would imagine. What Wyrd wanted was to make those who are already powerful unnecessarily more so. Honestly, from his appearance, Onesifi could see it: a brute uninterested in anything but preserving whatever he deemed \"Natural hierarchy\". It was the most disgusting way a deity could exercise their power.. Onesifi would make sure to rip into the deer when it was their turn - if he would not have been utterly destroyed by the time their time came.\n\nThe eldritch god, Agraothrust, unfortunately seemed to have nothing to contribute to the fundamentals, for now. Onesifi had too little information to form any kind of opinion on him; perhaps more would reveal itself over the course of this ritual.\n\nTriticea's rigidity made Onesifi roll their eyes - but, surprisingly enough, she and they managed to come to the same conclusions, despite their vastly different thought processes. It was one more testament as to how the results in a universe could never be truly predicted, they supposed.\n\nThe sudden appearance of the new goddess, Suzuhime, took Onesifi by surprise. And they were worried that they were late to the meeting! And, well, her idea of creating counters to magic - which would seemingly be used by the mortals themselves - was a rational one. Perhaps she could claim it as her own school of magic... Even if her domains did not quite align with this idea.\n\nNach was... Something. The insane goddess's ramblings were a bit too much to handle, and then another bit too much to comprehend. She seemed to hate Wyrd's idea - which was a point in her favor - but they would definitely need more time spent around the embodiment of chaos to truly understand her insane manner of speech before the next deity began to talk.\n\nCalena was currently planning, as far as Onesifi could gather. This silence was actually rather appropriate to her domain, the deity of ambition found, just like their own eternal need for physical movement reflected their reign over travellers. In any case, this moment of quietness gave them a bit more time to puzzle together what Nach was trying to say.\n\nMr. Bones's reactions were expected - especially as their other consciousness was still talking to the skeletal god in the Evershifting Mountains. The feelings on their ideas were somewhat left on the part that focused more actively on him, however - and the god of the dead had not yet revealed his hand enough for Onesifi to fully decide how to play.\n\nVivienne was definitely the most experienced goddess amongst all who were sitting at the table when she started her speech. The clarifications she provided were invaluable - although they still did not quite change Onesifi's mind. Her clarifications of Nach's ideas were worth even more... As well as the main idea that they contained. Make the magic flow through the world without any external source? It was definitely the best deal for the mortals - and, in a way, for all the deities themselves. Onesifi was ashamed that they did not consider it themself, frankly.\n\nThe mortifying deity that went by the name of Keres surprisingly agreed with most of the ideas that Onesifi themself put forward. Perhaps they were more reasonable and less malevolent than her domains would assume - although there was still a strong force pushing them away.\n\nThe deity of ambition was ready for the discussion to wrap around back to Majesty - and then the unknown deity suddenly crashed through the feast, espousing how everyone was wrong - Onesifi chuckled once again. Truly, mere being late no longer seemed like a disaster in \"Divine etiquette\", if there truly was one. It felt... Liberating. In any case, as they listened to Silly's rain of words, they chuckled. So, which category were they, according to her? Selfish? As far as wanting to change the world to one's whims was selfish, they were. Weak? Perhaps they did not have enough of an impact yet to proclaim anything other than that. Fool? Once more, there was truth to that. Hopefully, she did not believe them a \"Monster\" Or \"Malicious\" - there were far more suitable deities for that.\n\nTo the figure sitting quietly, Onesifi paid no mind. He would be judged when he would actually speak up.\n\nIn the end, Majesty proposed an amended system - one that Onesifi was quite a bit more amenable to. While a shared source of power would suit them best among the realisable options, but the way Vivienne, Nach and the Archfiend described the new way to source the power to the mortals, it almost seemed like the demiplane would become a common one anyway - and any attempt to control would be counteracted by the inevitable leaks of magical energy.\n\nSo, when their turn to speak arrived again, they started pacing around the room again, first addressing Vivienne: \"My gratitude for your elaboration on the nature of this ritual, sister. I must admit that I am not quite as experienced at creation as the other deities in the room, which is where my somewhat ignorant proposal came from. And let me add some more gratitude for deciphering Nach's wise words.\"\n\nAfter that, they turned back to Her Majesty and curtsied before her. \"I am glad that my assessment of your character was not wrong. This arrangement for the source of power for the mortals to use suits my own thoughts on this matter rather well. I would not say that I am finished with my speech just yet.\"\n\nAfter that, the deity of ambition turned to Wyrd with a frown that stood in stark contrast with their previous courteous smile. \"With all due respect,\" Of which there was none, \"Brother, your proposal misses the purpose of this convention entirely. What you are proposing may as well be simple granting of boons - especially if you are the one deciding who is 'powerful enough' to wield magic. If you want to have your magic be obtained by physically fighting a manifestation of magic - or whatever it is your wild creations do - then be our guest... Within your own boundaries. Every deity here is supposed to set their own cost for their magic, after all. We do not want you imposing on our own desires with such foolish proposals.\"\n\nThey turned away on one heel, before facing the goddess who just crashed the ritual without even introducing herself, the same courteous smile plastered on their face. \"I am afraid you misunderstand my intentions here, sister. I do admit that my usage of words might be a little... Harsh for what I truly want to say. I do not believe that power merely denotes the strength to impose one's will over others - in fact, in some ways that might be the lowest form of power. No, by power I mean the ability to change the world around oneself - and, if you look at it from that perspective, are brushes and paint not sources of power for an artist? Is a lever not a source of power for one who wishes to lift a stone beneath which their dear ones are trapped? But I digress. If you wish me to amend my speech by replacing the word 'power', then I will be happy to oblige\".\n\nWith that, their concerns for the first round of negotiations were exhausted.\n\n\"Now, the current matter of debate seems to be the potential ways to limit the influence of particular sorts of magic in one's territory. This is a notion I strongly oppose.\" Remembering their talks with Mr. Bones on the topic, they did allow their speech to have exception: \"While the dead already seem to enjoy a special status in the universe, for, perhaps, obvious reasons, and therefore I am amenable to limiting the amount of magic that can reach the realm of Mr. Bones, I believe that the rest of us should not enjoy any privileges to limit the influence of magic upon their realm. I believe that many of you are missing the very purpose of this ritual: and it is to allow mortals to share some of the tools that we are using, perhaps in exchange for something, but no matter where they are. We are doing this for the benefit of mortals first and foremost, not for our own benefit.\"\n\nAfter a moral argument, a rational one followed \"And besides, consider what the logical conclusion to this idea would be. All gods could simply lock off all magic except for their own from their realm - and in that, we would return to the status before the ritual was even conceived! If you are afraid for the safety of your mortals, create the school of magic that counters others, like Majesty had proposed. Let mortals control their own destinies and not have them bestowed by us.\"\n\nAfter that, they closed their fist with a flourish, signifying that they were done speaking, for now."
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*Agraothrust listened quietly, he knew none of these beings but he knew from there smell and there appearances and powers that they where his kin, interesting kin indeed. He looked over each his many many eyes watching each closely. Every movement, every action- every word he listened to and watched closely. Listening, studying. He knew his instincts could only carry him so far and he wished go learn everything there was to learn about these so called kin* \n\n*There was the strange Goddess who appeared and began to yell at each god that had began to speak, she was strange- yelling and moving in simple matter. He wondered if that was the true nature of gods, to eventually become uncaring or numb to where they cover it with such a* **Silly** *Approach, he didn't know but he would keep the idea in mind. As she approached him every single of his thousands of eyes focused on her for the minute she passed as his whispers filled the air around him, after she passed he returned to normal looking at each god with one eye like earlier*\n\n*The second one that interested him the most was the deer, they gave off a very similar air of beasts and the unnatural and Natrual combined. It was intriguing as he watched that one closely, his ideas for the ones they called mortals seemed agreeable even if the others didn't think so. What use did the weak have for tools or weapons after all... But he didn't necessarily believe it was worth defending neither*\n\n*Then there was the one in charge, majesty he believed she was called. It was clear she controlled the room, even if not fully she seemed adapt to ranging in and controlling the chaos that seemed to rang down and root everyone else, almost as if she saw and heard things diffrently then everyone. He watched her closely even more so then the others, her movements- the way she spoke... She was so cool... His eyes sparkled as he watched her. Literally*\n\n\n*There where a few others that caught his attention, a plauge doctor like creature that appeared in a air of confidence, a god that seemed to study and form opinions on each god like he himself was doing... And a few chaotic, he studied them all but many fell from his expectations or didn't seem to do anything to notable* \n\n*He decided it was best to do the same, to just study everyone while remaining quiet himself. He would stay in the complete background and other then his ceaseless whispers he said nothing* \n\n*Still he wasn't the biggest fan of his current form, he didn't mind it of course- it felt natural and good... But it seemed out of place among so many of the other gods. He enveloped himself in shadows, the shadows themselves had eyes that continued to watch before the shadows collapsed into nothing as if puddles, the puddle of inky darkness began to grow and change into a humaniod like shape, the creature still had large beast like teeth and eyes still littered there obsidian black skin but they atleast stood tall and human like with a large smile as if to mirror the others, a large crimson cloak seemed to grow in a small burst of wind as it formed over his shoulders and body. Next a small crown appeared floating above his head followed by something inspired by the god of monsters, he grew large antlers instead of his goat like horns, with that he stood as normal the grinn persisting on his face showing off his numerous and cruel teeth, he still had many eyes and each fulfilled there purpose*"
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "It did seem like Majesty was attempting to prove herself to be trustworthy. And better yet, she seemed to have fully accepted Mr Bones' terms without much fuss at all. Maybe there was was something there that could be read into. But Mr Bones couldn't dwell on it too much, he had to take what he could get.\n\n\"These terms are acceptable for the most part. However I would suggest including a direct clause in the ritual against any god, or group of gods lesser than us, being able to influence the source of magic. And one that effectively just covers common sense, we don't want any gods sneakily worming their way into doing something against the spirit of the ritual through any loopholes do we? Merely saying that we will protect things is all well and good, but if we work together to bind divine protection into the ritual then we won't need to do much at all once this is over. But other than that, I suppose everything here is agreeable enough. I am ready to begin assuming everyone else is. If we are seeking somewhere to strike this deal, then might I suggest myself.\"\n\nMr Bones quickly pulled out a rib, presenting it to the gods before him.\n\n\"I propose that we etch our names onto this bone, along with the rules and constraints of the ritual. If someone goes against the ritual, I will know. They will be dealt with appropriately. Think of it as irrefutable proof of what is soon to transpire. Evidence of all who were here.\""
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "*Oh what a surprise this was.* The familiar orange figure had a habit of suddenly showing up at the most unexpected times but this time, she had truly outdone herself. Vivienne couldn't suppress the bright grin that crossed her face when Silly emerged from the shadows, her light blush not fading even in the face of the jester's obviously foul mood. *Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.* The smaller deity shut down each and every one of their fellow gods as she bounced along, and for a moment the witch found herself almost... *Anxious.* Would her turn come next? Had she angered Silly somehow? She knew she was taking a while to get the party set up but she was trying her hardest. Had it been her suggestions? It was just how her own realm worked though. And it couldn't be said that her mortals were just given power for the sake of power. They still had to learn, to practice, to study. They still had to work with their hands, shape the world around them. Vivienne herself had even learned from some of them. Physical skills she didn't have but now, after all this practice, *Did.* There was no conjuring, there was no cheating, just good ole *Labor.* Had she misunderstood or something? Or...?\n\nHer turn never came, though. Silly didn't stop in front of her, and certainly didn't hit her with the buzzer and the 'wrong!' The last one she visited was the little Nach, whom she gave a congratulatory high-five to before suddenly spinning, mic in hand, and sticking her tongue out momentarily at Vivienne.\n\nA truly deafening display.\n\nThe witch's face flushed a deep red, an anomaly given that it was carapace rather than flesh. One hand jumped to her chest, where her heart would be thumping energetically were her biology more... Human, while another hand reached to cover her face. Truly, this girl was way, *Way, **Way*** Too cute. Unparalleled. Radiant, even. Her beauty was like the moonlight reflected upon the waves of a lake; an ever-shifting tapestry of light, steadfast and certain where it mattered, yet at the same time unpredictable like those reflected shimmers. Oh how she wanted to bask in that glow every day of every year. How she wanted to hold her close, to squish that adorable face, to...\n\n*And then she popped out of Vivienne's hat yet again.*\n\nWrested from her brief moment of gay panic, the deity nearly *Jumped* As Silly was right there, just as she had been back at the dream ritual. This time though, rather than anger or indignation, she simply buried her head even deeper into her hands, lest the jester witness the vibrant red that now dyed the witch's expression. \"Silly...\" She said quietly, so quietly that the intended recipient probably couldn't hear it. \"... Please give me a heads up when you're gonna do that...\" Still in the middle of her rant, Silly simply tumbled out of her hat carelessly, no sign that she'd heard Vivienne. Silently, she closed her eyes and readjusted her hat back into her position after the jester had jostled it. *She just needed to get her face back under control.* Still the heart, clear the mind, erase the smile...\n\nWith her raging emotions back under control she opened her eyes yet again, only to find Silly still in front of her, now turned to her, arms outstretched and cheeks puffed out in a pout. *It seemed her challenges were never over.* But, well, if she wanted more of this in the future, then she supposed it wouldn't hurt to get used to it now~. \"It's good to see you again, Silly.\" Vivienne whispered as she leaned over. With her upper two arms, she lifted the smaller deity by her armpits, and with a lower arm, she scooped her legs up, giving her a spot to sit in the crook of her arm. One upper arm moved to wrap around her waist, while the other summoned a slice of banana bread from a fragment left back in Hypnagogia. Offering up that treat to the disgruntled jester, she turned her attention back to the ritual momentarily.\n\nMajesty's compromise outwardly sounded reasonable. Split the seam between spaces, let the power spill out, and let the mortals harness that power through speech. It did not sound as though she would be barred from providing extra energy to maintain equilibrium in her realm. Neither did it sound like the terms were too lenient or too strict on mortals. Her children might take some time to get used to the new casting method, but...\n\n*Oh!*\n\nThere was something she had neglected, something that she herself had been practicing for some time now, with the help of her mortals. Vivienne waited, letting her sibling finish her spiel before she spoke up. Her consciousness looked over, towards Hypnagogia, and quickly communicated with her fragment. A physical demonstration would help her case, and for that, she needed permission from Gray. Majesty wrapped up her speech, the others began speaking, and Vivienne just *Waited.* While permission was granted, while the item was retrieved, while it was moved...\n\n\"Your proposals, as they stand, sound... Reasonable enough.\" There was a small moment of hesitation in her voice. \"It does not seem like the terms will bar me from maintaining my realm... As it is, so I have no qualms there. As for the method of using this magic, I would like to make one more suggestion...\" Vivienne gestured with her one remaining free hand. Magic swirled, space distorted, and a neatly-folded, woolen hand towel manifested in her hand. \"Just as speech is language, so is art. Magic circles, sigils, whatever you like to call them...\" With a flick, she let the fabric unfold, revealing an intricate pattern of woven thread within, resembling falling snow and crawling frost. \"I propose we let those be used as a method of magic as well. This towel was embroidered by one of my children. When it's charged with magic...\" Her point was punctuated by the thread faintly illuminating, and the fabric rapidly cooling, until it was just a bit warmer than ice. \"... Its temperature drops. Perfect for hot days or pesky fevers. It's... Impressive, what they get up to when you're not looking. I would not like to see that creativity stifled.\" With her piece spoken, Vivienne one-hand folded the towel back up, and rested that hand in her lap."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "When Suzu spoke, Soldr smiled and nodded approvingly, mostly wanting to give her moral support. He did think it was a good option, and sure enough, Mr. Bones also seemed to want countermagic. He was just about to second both of them when he noticed the crazy girl from before was... Was she eating a plate? Soldr watched in fascination, completely distracted from the rest of the meeting as Nach began ranting.\n\n\"Gyahaha! Good choice of words.\" Soldr told her. At first Nach sounded like an absolute madwoman, but after taking a second to understand what she was actually saying he found her idea increasingly attractive. It was certainly entertaining to watch her go off.\n\nWhen Vivienne spoke, Soldr would level his crimson eyes on her. He was a relatively young god, so the exact technicalities of demiplanes were not known to him. If being made through a ritual would end up with the demiplane essentially being public use, that removed pretty much all of his objections to Majesty's plan. When she clapped, he wouldn't jump or start, but his gaze did turn back to her. Indeed, he'd been so entertained by Nach and Vivienne and distracted by the sweets that he hadn't noticed Majesty's amendments. He'd almost half-expected her to double down, but when she agreed to Nach's terms, his smile split into a wicked grin, showing perfectly white wolflike teeth.\n\n\"Flooding the worlds with magic eliminates my objections. Let's do it.\" He said, his crimson eyes glowing like coals. Even the normally calm Soldr seemed excited about the idea of magic. When Rav'ni spoke from the seat next to him, he tilted his head to talk to him.\n\n\"There's wisdom in having a backup. That might need to be its own ritual, but I'm interested.\" Soldr said. When on his other side Suzu spoke, he listened with interest. He was one of her more chaotic comrades, wasn't he? Oh well, it sounded like she'd get her wish with how magic would manifest in her realm.\n\n\"I'd like to second 'art' as counting for the purposes of invoking magic.\" Soldr nodded, then turned back to Majesty. \"I think these terms are agreeable. I'm voting for it.\""
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Calena hadn't said anything so far, but hearing everyone debate all the possibilities made her head hurt. Demiplane this, countermagic that... She knew that what she was hearing was important, but truly Calena had difficulty focusing on the discussions with so many new siblings arriving. \n\n*Mother almighty, this was exhausting.* She reached into her bag and pulled out a handful of spearmint leaves, popping one into her mouth to mindlessly chew on. The sensation, like a sudden burst of cold mountain air, helped her shake off her boredom and mental fatigue to refocus on the task at hand. \n\nWhen there was a gap in the conversation, Calena took a breath and spoke. \"With everything that has been discussed so far, I am in agreement of magic flowing across the realms, gods being able to shut down magic from entering their realms, the creation of a 'counter'-magic, and a wide variety of ways to invoke it.\"\n\nShe turned to Mr Bones, who still held his rib before everyone. \"You mentioned that if someone here were to go against the ritual, *They will be dealt with appropriately*. What would the exact conditions be if someone were to defy the terms? I believe everyone knowing right away what could happen would be beneficial.\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Only after our Nach's nonsensical rantings were complete, and she again overlooked their conference from a perch atop their chair did something quite ghastly become apparent. None of these \"Others\", understood anything of our Nach nor her wisely words nor her whimsically wondrous ideas! Those eyes who harboured madness shined unto each of these \"Others\" And found no light behind their own, they failed to fathom- to even understand our Nach. How could anyone speaking so many words not pick up so many in turn, especially those so ladened with meaning? If she recalled, this exact scenario was why she hadn't put forward her own ritual of a kind, but perhaps-...*\n\n*Perhaps she might yet be surprised! For in an instant those fears were cast aside when Vivienne arose to speak, her dear beloved mothly believed that our Nach's ideas were as splendid as they truly are! Our Nach visibly perked up, a broad devious smile adorned her face and she returned Vivienne's glance with an ecstatic pair of thumbs up.* \"Mooffffllyy~!\" *Cheered our Nach, eagerly swaying from side to side and having the chair wobble as she did so, again threatening to fall at any given moment.* \n\n*But as if to lighten the mood, or as a whim from the tides of chaos itself; Silly inexplicably appeared from nowhere! Her stunning zigs and zags across the room had our Nach's head rear around to and fro, soon enough she too fanned whatever madness was transpiring.* \"Wrong!\" *Cried Nach, tossing a bell from out of her pocket that smashed to pieces as though it were a bronze snowball.* \"Wrrooonnnng!\" *She repeated, accompanied by another bell aimed at whatever god Silly was putting on blast next.* \"Ahahaaa~! Wrongly wrong wronger ring wrong!\" *She brought a whole handful of these bronze bell snowballs, and threw them in the air, having each and every one of them scatter through the hall.* \"RING!\"\n\n*Finally, Silly approached our dear Nach, but in lieu of a declaration of wrongness she instead gave a divine high five which of course our Nach eagerly accepted... By squishing her face into the palm of Silly's hand.*\n\n***Honk.***\n\n\"Eheheheeheeheee...\" *Now this, this was a party she could get behind!*\n\n*...Unfortunately, Silly then promptly fell back into Nach, knocking her and her chair over and showering the mad god with confetti. Our Nach's dear skull smashed into the floor, and there she laid.* \"Ow.\"\n\n*...For all of ten seconds, before skittering across the floor, up the legs of a table, and across its underside before reemerging wherever Calena was seated. Now crawling across the table's surface, naching over whatever was in her way before reaching their grubby little hands for many of Calena's berries. Shoveling one into her mouth after the other, her maddened eyes staring straight into the quiet mountain god without so much as blinking.* \"Omnomnomnomnomnomnommm... Yum, berries! We do so-so adore them.\"\n\n*Her attention and thus her consumption of berries was only steered away after Majesty called on them, rearing her head around before lying down sprawled across the table.* \"Yes-yes! Most agreeable these are indeedly we suppose, we suppose! We too second our dear beloved Moffly Lady's idea, why we once knew a lady who couldn't speak! She couldn't! Not a bit! She was no less entertaining though, why we're quite sure she was on some sort of war path... We do believe she used some magi-magic of a kind in her writing to weave such marvelous creatures for this very path! That, or it was an accident. Mm, accidentally casting spells could be quite-quite fun indeedly...\""
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"author": "pokara",
"message": "Keres shook her shoulders out as she listened to Majesty speak. Glossing over what she'd said as if the goddess hadn't spoken. Rage boiled to the surface of her mind at first, though Prey's presence in her mind was quick to mellow it out to simple disappointment. She did not appreciate being ignored, so she would reiterate her points again, summoning the full might of Pursuit's voice and whispering, a whisper so loud it could crack mountains and deafen whole continents. **\"HMM. I FIND THIS STILL DISAGREEABLE IN SOME ASPECTS. PERSONALLY, I FIND THE IDEA OF MORTALS NEEDING TO SPEAK ALOUD AND GIVE A FOE WARNING TO WHEN THEY MIGHT CAST A SPELL IS POINTLESS, IF WE WOULD LIKE THE MAGICALLY ABLE TO BE EQUAL IN SOME WAYS TO THE PHYSICALLY ABLE, I PROPOSE THE IDEA OF CERTAIN SCHOOLS OF MAGIC BEING ABLE TO BE CAST THROUGH THOUGHT OR EMOTIONAL MANIFESTATION. A TIGER DOES NOT LET PREY KNOW IT IS ABOUT TO POUNCE, DOES IT MY SIBLINGS?\"** Her stature grew as she spoke, her skin taking on a more rusty red hue as the horns curled and grew ever longer on her head, spiraling outwards now. The shadows behind her began to physically manifest into leathery wings on her back and the goddess seemed to be more physically and mentally savage.\n\n◼️\n\n**\"I STILL FIND THIS IDEA OF MAGICAL ENERGY FLOWING FREELY THROUGHOUT CREATION DANGEROUS. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF A MORTAL FOUND A WAY TO HARNESS IT ALL? WHAT DAMAGE COULD THEY CAUSE, DAMAGE THAT COULD BE IRREPARABLE.\"** Her wings gestured wide again, sweeping the room and revealing ludicrous size as the goddess continued to grow. The ceiling of the hall and its walls stretching to fit her increasing mass. **\"I ALSO BELIEVE THAT IF OUR MOTHER IS AWAKE OR CONSCIOUS AT ALL. SHE WOULD DISLIKE US HOARDING THIS GIFT TO JUST OUR MORTALS OR THOSE WHO WORSHIP US. WHY SHOULD WE NOT ALLOW NEWLY BORN GODS TO CLAIM A FRAGMENT OF THIS ENERGY SO THAT THEIR MORTALS MAY WORSHIP THEM AND GAIN MAGIC. IT EVEN AFFORDS THE POSSIBILITY OF EVER-CHANGING VARIETY, SO THAT MAGIC MAY NEVER GO STALE.\"**"
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "They didn't understand. They didn't get it. They didn't grasp the simplest things. Silly seethed. Her blood boiled quite literally, and she crossed her arms, very visibly grumpy despite her oh-so-comfy seat in Vivienne's soft arms. Even Majesty didn't understand, but their goals seemed to align. Silly hated it, but her siblings were entitled to their own opinions, even if those opinions were wrong.\n\nWell, she'd just have to change their minds. \n\nTurning her head, her jaw unhinged and she lunged at the banana bread, chomping down like a shark tearing apart its prey. With the bulk consumed, aside from the bread too close to Vivienne's fingers to risk biting, she greedily snatched the remainder and squirrelled it close to her chest. Idly, she gnawed upon the sweet bread, munching off little chunks and ripping out the crumbs with her ravenously sharp teeth.\n\nDespite all the very incorrect ideas, she neglected to leave Vivienne's embrace. And yet, as some propositions were exchanged and reiterated, and overly controlling pacts were proposed, a very faint whistling sound could be heard. A slide whistle. The sound of something falling. And then- **HONK!**\n\nWith her most signature sound, Silly, another Silly, bounced near the centre of the grouping. \"No-no-no! **Wrong.**\" She huffed and shook her head from side to side. \"You are wrong because you think wrong. Why do we grant mortals magic? Power? No! Even *Majesty*'s speech spoke of freedom, not might. And yet you squabble and cry and whine, understanding nought about the very beings you created. Nil. Nadda-yadda-doo!\"\n\nShe twirled, pointing out a few gods as she did, shouting: \"Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong-wrong, wrong!\" She cried to Rav, Suzuhime, Triticea, Ethros, Onesifi, Bones, and many others. \"And sadly, wrong.\" She pointed to Bea last, with a soft smile. \"Your words ring true, youngest-ling, but this is not that. Fun for fun's sake needn't become a *Stupid* And *Petty* Scuffle for control: the anti- ant- anthe- antithesis of our very goals!\" Silly stumbled over some of her words. Big words never stumped her, only the boring ones. But, in the desire to bring her argument out, she'd tapped into her scarcely used second brain cell.\n\n\"None of this picking and choosing. None of this 'power' and juggling control. Take it all, or take none. If you don't eat your veggies, you don't get dessert! An achievement done through the wave- **HONK** -of a hand is no achievement at all.\" To emphasise her point, the jester juggled a collection of beanbags throughout her rambles. Beanbags that morphed into cake and broccoli, before disappearing with a honk as she waved them away.\n\n\"And even you- Vivi and Nachos- Art for magic? *Art?* You limit them. Art is not painting or drawing. Art is *Expression*. Drawing, writing, performing and song. All-such mediums, even the expressions the smartest of us could not conceive of: why must such beautiful and bouncy things lack this connection? Why-oh-why?\" Holding a hand to her chest melodramatically, the ranting Silly swooned, falling to her knees. \n\nMeanwhile, the Silly in Vivienne's arms clapped and cheered, munching on popcorn. Using her hat like a bucket, she'd taken it off only to reveal another underneath of a slightly different shade. Both jingled, and the one in her hands had a limitless supply of theatre snacks.\n\n\"If we must add a list of restrictions, then we've already failed. The tools must be free so that any might use them, or craft their own with the blocks they've been given.\" Hands moving fast, the Silly performer built up a tower of lego blocks. \"Let the mortals discover and learn and craft and *Sing-a-song* Their own wonderful little paths, rather than lashing out to *Gut* And stab and take their achievements for your petty self.\" A fake plastic dagger jutted out of Silly's torso, the blade retracting as she'd stabbed herself with the prop.\n\nKnowing some others wouldn't agree no matter how brilliant her performance, she flipped to her feet with a squeak and a honk, and skipped to the skeleton. It might get her. If the others wouldn't listen to her, they might listen to him. His bone pact was a detraction from the issue at hand, and perhaps a play at power, but she paid that no mind: the wrong-man that he was. \"Explain it to them. Your bone-things do more without 'power' than they ever would with it. Tools and knowledge allow leaning. Power unearned stagnates and leads to boring and unfunness.\"\n\nThe fake dagger jostled about in her gut, confetti leaking from the fake wound. Her outfit wasn't even torn. The science of fun and comedy and her-ness and the mortal world- it was something Silly couldn't put into words. Something she just *Knew*. Magic had to be a *Choice*, a freedom of expression, an act where one traded and gained their effect of equal value. And, a system with no bounds beyond its innate limits. It had to be. Or, more correctly, Silly wanted it to be: because that was best for her Beautifuls and all the other beauti-mortals about the realms. Even ugly chalk-white bone-beings."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd remained quiet for a long time, processing his thoughts and listening to the inputs of his younger siblings. Then, when a lull in the conversation presented itself, he spoke up. The god of monsters didn't intend to account for every objection and idea put forward, such a notion was absurd. The sheer breadth and depth of ideas was beyond him, but that didn't matter. \n\nThe other were gods, just as he was. Each of their decisions was equally valid, even if they missed the greater picture. And such, his only goal here was to carry forth Gaia's will.\n\n\"All of this talk... Of power versus tool, of centralised against decentralised power... Frankly, I have no place in that race.\"\n\nThe great deer swept his gaze across his siblings. Several of them had his respect, even if he did not quite agree with all of their stances. Mr Bones, Silly, Calena, Majesty. The others... Well, he still respected them as gods, though their slight against him for possessing a different viewpoint were rather childish. That's what you had to expect from the younger gods, he supposed.\n\n\"I understand your... Concerns, my dear younger siblings. I respect your positions, and would appreciate your respect in kind for mine. I know my assertion that stronger magic should be wielded by stronger mortals sounds confronting, but I believe you have missed the point.\"\n\n\"I do not make this declaration out of some misplaced fear of mortals, or desire to extend the gap of power between the weak and the strong. I do not even mean simple physical strength when I refer to 'the strong', but rather the mortals we pour more of ourself into. Even a physically weak mortal may be spiritually mighty with our care and effort.\"\n\nGazing up at Gaia once more, Wyrd took a deep breath, the air whistling through his stone mask.\n\n\"My proposition is a simple rule of the world. The will of Gaia. Our boons and blessings may wreak havoc upon a mortal who is not powerful enough to wield them. Is it not natural that magic would act in the same way?\"\n\nWyrd fell silent for a few moments, contemplating the prospect.\n\n\"If I may be frank, I am not even certain that this element even needs to be put into the ritual. Magic may simply harm mortals who attempt to use too much too quickly, as with all divine power.\"\n\n\"Now... If you are all vehemently against my ideas, I am willing to concede. If that is the case, I will be throwing my lot in with the gods who wish for free magic throughout the realms.\"\n\nWyrd paused for a moment to justify his stance, aware that it seemed utterly at odds with reserving magic for the strong.\n\n\"If magic cannot be granted selectively, then let it be a part of the world itself, wild and free. At least this way, mortals cannot have power beyond their limits placed into their hands.\""
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Opinions still flew thick and fast, but there was a general air of consensus, now. As more and more voices affirmed their backing for Majesty's proposal, the more stubborn and extreme deities were forced to give up their unpopular ideas in favor of more acceptable compromises, all steadily moving towards a final resolution.\n\nThe Archfiend watched it all with keen eyes and an unreadable smile, waiting for her moment to come. Only when every voice had chimed in, when every god but one had revealed their position, did she finally swoop in to snatch them all up in her grasp.\n\nHer voice came suddenly, and her words flew thick and fast. \"Rav'nixander, here is Our answer. The threat you describe is improbable, but We acknowledge your concerns. *If* You are proven right, and Our principal source of magic one day falls, then let all here agree to join in ritual once more and raise your demiplane as a substitute.\" An easy compromise to make, given that it would probably never come to pass. It ought to assuage his worries, at least, without giving up her core position.\n\n\"Suzuhime, here is Our answer. The schools of magic used by mortals shall remain immutable and universal, but the natural magic that flows through the realms will take on a shape particular to each one. In short: your request is granted, and We will count on your support.\" With luck, handing the goddess this small but significant victory would help temper any lingering doubts from earlier.\n\nMajesty glanced to Bea, then. The child-goddess was already on board, but seemed at risk of just wandering away at any moment. So the Archfiend walked over and conjured up a sheet of parchment, handing it to Bea along with a primitive box of crayons. \"We have an important request for you, dear. Will you draw Us a picture of the proceedings, so that future generations may know of what transpired?\"\n\nWith the starry-eyed child hopefully occupied for now, it was time to win over yet another deity. \"Triticea, here is Our answer: should a god of magic come to us with such a wish, We will aid them in stating their case before a council of the gods. A major change of the kind you suggest would require majority approval, but if this future god is sincere in their desire, then We will make sure they receive the fair chance that they deserve.\" She'd cross that bridge once she came to it, she supposed. It was more likely than Rav's scenario, but this bargain would leave her some wiggle room, enough for her to come out on top one way or another.\n\n\"Onesifi, here is Our answer. We accept your proposal, and welcome your support—though should any other gods wish to join Mr. Bones and reject the presence of magic *Entirely,* We expect you will be similarly accommodating.\" Very talkative, that one, and potentially quite dangerous. She could have to watch him in the future... But this ought to settle him down for now.\n\n\"Bones, here is Our answer. We will give you Our name, and Our word not to go against the tenets of this ritual. While We will still hold influence over Our plane, We will exert it only to safeguard the very system We establish today, and for matters unrelated to its function.\" The other gods could quibble, but she had no problem letting him play the policeman if he wanted. Her logic on this was simple: his plan would only alert him to wrongdoing, and not necessarily give him the means to stop it. If she really did need to break her oath somehow, well... *We could take him.*\n\n\"Vivienne, here is Our answer. We find your idea to be a fine one, and thank you for your kind proposal... In short: We will permit written language to be used as a form of casting. It allows the mortals some flexibility, which they will doubtless make fine use of.\" Indeed, making magic work *Better* Was hardly something Majesty could object to. The Witch of Dreams had been helpful to her so far, as well, and this would serve to repay her.\n\n_ _\n\"Keres, here is Our answer. Let it be known that no matter how much magic a mortal may harness, they could never hope to rival our power as gods. To us, such acts of creation and destruction are second nature, and any power we may gift them in our great generosity will never amount to more than a pale mimicry of our glory.\" True, a mortal who amassed enough raw magic power could cause some serious destruction. But anything on a scale that large would draw divine attention, and any god worth their salt could smack down the most powerful of mortal wizards as easily as the lowliest of flies. \"Consider the casting of spells through written language a compromise: runes and sigils are silent, and may be easily concealed from sight. As for your last request, We will not grant it: any god who wishes to amend the system to their ends must exert the same effort we all put in today.\" The unstable goddess asked for a great deal, and Majesty wasn't giving her much. Assuming her other deals were met with a warm reception, she could tell difficult cases like the Wild Frenzy to take it or leave it.\n\nSpeaking of difficult cases—what *Was* Silly on about? She didn't know, and didn't truly care at this point. The rambling god seemed enthused about magic regardless, and Majesty doubted she'd miss the chance to have her part if the other gods aligned around her current compromise.\n\n\"As for you, Wyrd,\" She went on, bypassing the uncontrollable inconvenience that was the goddess of pranks and silliness, \"Your wish is similar to Onesifi's. Magic will indeed flow freely through the mortal world, and will be absent only where the system as a whole is rejected. Aside from Mr. Bones, We have yet to hear of any who would choose this path.\"\n\nShe turned her palms upward, and took in a long breath. \"Now. Ethros, Soldr, Nach, Calena, Agraothrust—you all accepted Our compromise readily, and for that We are deeply grateful. In their current state, We believe the agreement to be generally acceptable... Let us write it down now, for all to see.\"\n\nOnce more, tiny sparks left burned trails upon the scroll, and carved out the accord in clear terms. **The ritual will hereby enforce the flow of power from Majesty's offered source to the mortal realms, and protect it against interference. Once these energies arrive in the various realms, they will take on a form appropriate for each, and may be readily harnessed by mortals able to pay a proportional cost. These exchanges will be catalyzed through the use of mortal language, whether spoken or inscribed, and will naturally serve to regulate the use of magic based on individual dedication and merit.**\n*- Mr. Bones, and any other god who wishes, may opt in this ritual to permanently exclude all magic from their realms. Excepting this, its presence will be universal throughout the mortal worlds.*\n*- In the event that the source of magic is somehow destroyed or rendered nonfunctional, all parties agreed to aid Rav'nixander in establishing his plane as the new source.*\n*- In the event that a god of Magic is born among us, and wishes of their own accord to be granted a place within this system, Majesty will call a new council to discuss the merits of their inclusion.*\n*- The assembled gods will give their names to Mr. Bones, so that he may be alerted should one latter attempt to deliberately subvert or damage the system established by this ritual.*\n\n_ _\n\"We trust all are content with this? We have addressed all concerns, and offered all We can by way of accommodations.\" Her open hands extended to either side of her, inviting. \"If you are with Us, and agree to this solution, then join hands with Us now so that we may all begin. If you remain against, or have any final quibbles—then either settle them with Us now, or take your leave.\" Here was her ultimatum, her final call. \n\nFrom this point onward, matters would swiftly move from mere debate to the enacting of the ritual itself, and the process of creating their own magical schools. *That* Stage of affairs would fall under each god's own discretion, and though Majesty suspected some would not be happy with what others chose to create, she knew the opportunity to create something for themselves would be too great to pass up. *We are the children of Gaia, after all... It is in our nature.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "With the promise that the power would be vested upon a lord of magic should one be born by Gaia's will, the Wheatmother's major issues with the Queen of Tyranny's proposal were sated. She could not deny that she found the idea of forcing mortals to speak to use their magic objectionable, but not so much so that she would continue to insist upon eliminating such a clause. Still, she chose to make her remaining problems with the contract clear. \"I cannot say that I agree that mortals should be forced to pay a cost to call upon our power, but I will agree to the deal nonetheless.\" She nodded. Good, that way she could make her stance clear yet still not raise further argument.\n\nShe took a moment to look over the contract, summoning a small existence over Majesty's shoulder so that she could read what had been written. After a moment, she nodded. \"I cannot promise I will not change my mind about how severe I find this, if we ever have a meeting to revise this ritual.\" She warned, crossing her arms but holding out her hand. Despite her words, though, she closed her eyes and divine energy swirled out of her palm towards the contract, brilliant viridian power whirling like a summer wind and coiling around the contract that Majesty had summoned. The smell of freshly baked bread seemed to waft all throughout the room as the power of life, the power of the harvest, was vested into the contract.\n\nTriticea's agreement to participate in this final version of the ritual was set in stone. Seeing this, though, the goddess had no reason to remain in her humanoid form. Twisting and bending in unnatural ways, her shape warped into her true form, the buzz of the goddess' wings joining the cacophony of the gods' discussion. Each and every deity in the room would be subject to scrutiny from several eyes at once, the hundreds of eyes dotting her form each dancing from one god to another as the divine existence took in the others. \"Do not make me regret this.\" She warned Majesty and Bones."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "The crystal sat silent through the new batch of arguments, even through Majesty's attempts to placate the concerns brought up including its own. And for the most part, Rav felt it was suitable... Almost. Something itched in its thoughts, something to bring up but first.\n\n\"I have one small addition. Of wording. To provide the last required safeguard. But first. I must address another.\"\n\nThe crystal lowered, moving over to in front of the Silly body that was not in another's arms.\n\n\"Your words. Your intent here. Is compatible with mine. But you know little of how to negotiate. I *Do* Want magic to be a tool. Available equally to all mortalkind. Were I creating it on my own. I too would make it an energy with no source. Just a flow across the realms. What you seem to not understand. Is that neither you or I. *Can* Create it on our own. And thus concessions and alterations must be made. You cannot simply call any proposal bar your own 'wrong'. And also expect them to agree to yours. Especially when some among this council. Hold irreconcilable differences to your own opinion. You must learn to *Negotiate*.\"\n\nThe crystal backed off and returned to its central position of observation.\n\n\"My last request is the addition of a third condition on the replacement of the font of power. A consensus among half of the surviving participants of the ritual.\""
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "During the latter round of negotiations Onesifi relaxed a bit in considering the deities' reactions. The first impressions were formed, and anything that did not considerably change them would not bear much space in their mind. That did not, however, mean they did not listen and note however they wanted to respond later.\n\nSeeing Vivienne almost paralyzed at the arrival of Silly, before scooping the chaotic goddess into her arms almost made the deity's eyes roll. While Ethros's passiveness made Onesifi speculate on his connection to Majesty, these two were so openly and sickeningly in love that some part of Onesifi just wanted to send them to a separate room for some time. There was a place for love - but it was not during a world-changing ritual. They slowly breathed out, however; at least the two lovemoths' goals seemed to be working in harmony, unlike a certain other god's seeming submission to all terms Majesty proposed.\n\nBut turning back to the moth goddess's crush, the fun-loving goddess's thought processes were, to Onesifi's great disappointment, apparently far more rigid than everything else about her suggested. She was insisting on this meaningless distinction between tools and power; moreover, she somehow managed to create a dichotomy of power and freedom out of thin air. Was power not a guarantee of one's liberty? After all, without it, mortals were almost completely beholden to the whims of the divine; the whole ritual was about surrendering a degree of control through granting them even a fraction of the divine toolkit - the fraction that still made them infinitely more free. Onesifi sighed; perhaps it was time to cut their losses on that front.\n\nA few more speeches passed their ears, and a few notes had been taken by Onesifi to include in their next speech. After that Majesty herself spoke with the terms of agreement, almost completely finalised. The deity of ambition listened carefully, finding themself mostly agreeing with the compromises made.\n\nSince Majesty interpreted Suzuhime's request to be pertaining to wild magic, Onesifi had no problem with her. After all, a force of nature had no goals as to which it could aspire, so limiting it was not in any way comparable to limiting a mortal. The ability to shut magic off from one's realm completely still perturbed them, but they would not speak out against it; potential antagonising other deities on this issue would not be particularly constructive to their needs. The possibilities for transferral of responsibility were rational, and they had already given their name to Mr. Bones once - what harm would be another?\n\nAfter a few other deities spoke, Onesifi decided to take their own turn. \"I would like a few additional words, if you will allow me, Your Majesty.\"\n\nThey turned to Wyrd, now with the same polite smile they used on everyone else. They might not have trusted him yet, but there was no need to show it in an attempt to form a detente. \"Forgive my hasty judgement, brother. I will admit, I did have a mistaken reading of your motives before. But allow me to ask you a question: what exactly do you believe the Will of Gaia to be? I may have been born long after the first gods, but from what I understand, before them there was nothing. Would this emptiness be the Will of Gaia, if that was all that surrounded her? But then gods started creating their realms, mortals, even bending the rules of the universe - and not once did She voice an objection. In fact, She has not declared opposition to any of our ideas. Would that not imply, then, that Her Will is for us to do whatever we, as a collective, desire with the universe She has birthed us into? The only exception, of course, would be attempting to destroy Her, but I do not believe there is a single deity who truly desires that. Not at this table, at the very least.\"\n\nAfter that, they sharply turned towards the goddess of chaos, making their gown twirl, before speaking. \"As it had happened before, esteemed Nach has uttered something that made me consider a new loophole - to be precise, the possibility of unintentional spells. I will have to disagree with her that it would be fun, unfortunately; it would make the mortals fear the instruments they will have. I know that the word \"Harness\", when applied to an intelligent creature, generally implies purposefulness; however, a plant also harnesses light without mind, and, therefore, intent. On that ground, I would like to propose a small amendment to the ritual: explicitly state that intent is required to cast a spell. I only note this because I am not sure how these small details omitted will shape the world; in the most absurd scenario, the current version could make every uttered word that is connected to a spell cast that spell - which is probably not something most of us would desire.\"\n\nAnd lastly, they moved back to the circle, facing Majesty. \"Other than this minor detail, I shall state that I support Rav'nixander's notion, although it is not something that, if not included, would make me turn away from the ritual. I praise your wisdom and the ability to compromise, and accept the rest of this agreement.\"\n\nWith a curtsy, they took their place, without much regard as to where they would end up."
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "Suzuhime tried to figure out what words she could use to address the confusion of the situation, since it seemed other deities had mistook her exact asks in this situation... A process which... Honestly took a little while since she was not exactly the best with words, and going on around her was a level of chaos that was starting to cause... Thought pain, if she still had a physical form it would have been the kind that was felt in her circuits, either way... It was in the best intrest of her continuing to function corectly that she attempt to minimize dealing with that... Though one of them was there calling her wrong.\n\n\"You... You seem to missunderstand, I do not wish to limit the schools in my realm only control over what form wild magic will take\", she gave as a general answer to those addressing her, with the antenna's that were attached to her head folding back as she did so...\n\nBut then, Majesty's reply came in, and sure enough, she was willing to go along with exactly what she was asking for in this case, it wasn't a total victory given earlier, but when is negotiations _ever_ a total victory, expecting to get every demand you make unless you can enforce it... Something she very much was unable to do here, nor really wanted to do here... Just leads to conflict, and destruction.\n\nShe gave a silent nod, and then a second one in response to this concession, not really wanting to add yet more words to this already noisy and chaotic meeting, but also making it clear that she was happy with this concession and would be more then willing to offer her support for it.\n\nTrying her best to imitate a more veteran deity and not really sure... _how_ this was supposed to work, since it was her first time in one of these rituals after all, she held out her hand as well, and turned it so that the palm faced up... Letting the metallic fog flow from her and to the contracts location... It may be a blatant form of mimicry from her, but... Isn't that how every one learns? First by coppying and then applying there own twists later?"
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones turned to Calena. Admittedly, he hadn't fully thought on what would happen other than some vague promise of violence but it wasn't like a detailed plan was needed.\n\n\"I suppose that it will depend on the scale and severity of any transgressions. Could be anything from a stern talking to, a minor brawl or using my skeletal legion to, well, neutralise any potential threat. I would enjoy it if some of you assisted me, after all these are the rules we've all agreed on, but I should be able to manage on my own.\"\n\n The skeletal deity glanced around the room. No one that scared him. Though no one obviously weak. Hm, time would tell. Then it seemed like Tricitea was against Mr Bones' role in the ritual. He wasn't terribly sure why but it wasn't like someone being overly cautious was something Mr Bones could judge someone by.\n\n\"Do not worry Triticea. I do not intend on this ritual being a regretful experience for anyone here. Now then, let us begin.\"\n\nMr Bones stood up and walked into roughly the centre of the group of gods. His rib was jabbed into the hall's floor, a focusing point for the promises and divine power that was soon to flood the room. He then returned to his spot, offering two bony hands up for the ritual."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "As his brethren bickered and bargained around him, Aphot remained placid on his island of cool indifference, somehow impossibly sipping his drink while observing the ongoings with that air of simmering mirth. The usually chatty deity said not a word, watching the proceedings like a child occupied with a fascinating picture.\n\nHowever, there did seem to be one thread that snagged his attention: Mr Bones' deribbing. The empty eye sockets narrowed ever so slightly in the death god's direction, the thoughts churning in his mind inscrutable. It was only natural for one such as he to want to have a finger in everything- and he was never one to miss an opportunity.\n\nWithout lifting a limb, small sigils defining Aphot's name inscribed themselves upon the proffered rib, shadowed in an underside where one would have to look to find it- and that was the extent of his contribution. Would he join in forming a \"Magic school\"? Oh, almost certainly; but not... Quite so openly, and what that would turn out to look like would be... A surprise. For the trickster, as always, had his own designs in store- for *Everything*.\n\nHe gave the slightest acknowledging nod Mr Bones' way, but otherwise continued to lounge where he was, by all appearances being very detached and disinterested in the situation."
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "Ethros mused to himself as he listened to the continued proposals and extra mentions. He wouldn't lie, he was quite thankful that this was being ironed down to the final shape of the deal.\n\nHe didn't show it, but he found Onesifi and his speech about mortals choosing their own destinies to be a bit, well, unrealistic.\n\nSure, he largely let his mortals do what they wanted, but if they crossed a line regarding each of the species or his immortal children, he'd deal with it without hesitation. \n\nHe tilted his head to the side, seeing the skeletal deity with his rib, and nodded as a little wisp of light spiraled off of his fingers, burning Ethros' name onto the the bone, hopefully earning at least a token amount of trust.\n\nHe did look over with some interest at Triticea's true form, though he was certainly not intimidated. It was simply rather fascinating to see how his fellow deities were embodied.\n\nHe did give a glance over to the God that had remained silent throughout this endeavor, wondering what was going through his mind.\n\nHe then leaned forward some, listening to yet more clauses to this contract. Yet even as he did so, he said nothing pertaining to them.\n\n\"I agree to the contract, and with Mr. Bones.\"\n\nHe spoke, watching as the rib was jammed into the center and its owner returned to the assembly.\n\nThe Sky God raised his hands, storm clouds, lightning, as well as mist, manifesting around his forearms. A little wisp printed his signature on the contract.\n\nThen he waited until the others were ready."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Not even deities were infallible, it seemed. Mistakes, lost thoughts, and forgotten memories ran rampant, and it wasn't until Silly spoke up, said yes, even *She* Was messing up that everything snapped even partway into focus. She had been... Inflexible in her thinking. Rather than adding things in one by one, was it not simpler to flip things around? Allow all and only exclude what needed to be excluded? Had it been a simple mental trap she'd fallen into? Or in a way had she been unconsciously favoring her children, who specialized in more... Physical arts like embroidery? \n\nEither way, her mind was clearly scrambled. Outwardly, it might seem like it had been Silly's entrance that had frazzled her so, but it ran *Far* Deeper than that. Ever since their first meeting, ever since she had accepted that innocuous little request to throw her a birthday party, she'd been running herself *Ragged.* Perhaps it would do her some good to slow down a bit... Vivienne took in a deep breath, did her best to calm herself, and simply waited for Majesty to kick off the next round. With a tired sigh, the witch rested her head against Silly and just *Squeezed.* The goddess compressed like a stress ball, her hat jingling as she was jostled. Vivienne suppressed her smile as best she could, but she could already feel her tiredness washing away with each squish.\n\n\"May I have one as well?\" The witch whispered, nodding towards the hatful of treats Silly had conjured up to watch her own show. \"I haven't seen anyth-mmfph-\" Halfway through her sentence, the smaller deity shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth. Or rather, *Against.* Shattered crumbs of popcorn tumbled their way down the front of Vivienne's robes, crushed between Silly's palm and her face. She only managed to taste a few pieces, and it was certainly... *Unique.* Definitely salty, and definitely like nothing she'd ever tasted before. Though it tempted her to take another bite, and perhaps another, she couldn't tell whether she actually *Liked* It. \"Thank you, Silly...\" Slowly, she brushed the crumbs off of her outfit, and turned her attention to the returning conversation. It seemed they would finally be getting to the meat of things very soon, though first she had to delay the proceedings a little bit longer...\n\n\"If I'm interpreting things correctly...\" When she found a lull, Vivienne spoke, her eyes closed, her exhaustion becoming more apparent by the moment. Majesty hadn't responded to Silly's comments, which either meant that she hadn't understood them, or they weren't worth even mentioning. If it was the former, then her speaking in more... Coherent terms could help, while if it was the latter, well, it didn't hurt to try. \"Silly's... Worries... Are twofold. First, that we are stunting our mortals' growth. Life is about experience, improvement. Just handing someone the power to wave their hand and solve all their problems, while maybe helpful in the short term, hinders their development in the long term. If one can simply conjure up a cake, they may not learn how to bake one. While the material end is the same in both cases, both Silly and I - and likely many others - consider the latter admirable and the former... Unworthy of mention. Because the latter fosters personal growth and a greater understanding of the world, while the former simply fulfills your desires. Essentially, magic should be lenient enough that it doesn't just devour its wielder, but not so lenient that it becomes a replacement for other tasks. An answer to everything, so to speak.\"\n\n\"The second is that we are being needlessly restrictive by limiting to certain arts rather than all forms of expression. I will admit, when I heard Nach's suggestion I got a little bit... Blinded. Just as speech is expression, or painting, so too is a performance. Limiting which forms of expression magic can take again only serves to stifle mortals' growth and creativity, and thus we should allow them all.\n\nThat is all I have to say.\"\n\nWith that said, Vivienne brought her two free hands together, cupped them, and crystallized her magic within. \"Of course, whether or not these changes are accommodated, I will lend my support.\" She opened her palms, revealing a delicate, crystalline moth within. Upon its parchment-colored wings was a pattern of inky calligraphy. Vivienne perched the moth upon her finger and extended her arm. When the answer came, no matter what it was, she would release the moth, whereupon it would flutter its way over to the contract, and imprint her signature into it."
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*He watched each god, other then majesty and the others earlier he began to feel- bored, let down almost. As if he wanted chaos or battle. There was bickering and a few people on guard and agraothrust wasn't pathetic enough to let his guard down around so many beings, even if considering they seemed to be on the same general powerful level of he- he didn't doubt if groups of the gods formed he would still be vulnerable to death. But he also wasn't a coward as he summoned a small chair made of strange black bones that oozed blood that dripped before turning into nothing, even before the drops of blood touched the floor. He sat down making sure to still be on guard, he said nothing- he saw no reason to* \n\n*The magic seemed agreeable, the gods where chaotic but none of there strangeness or unnatural forms fazed him in the absoulute slightest, the god that felt similar to him and another who had many eyes atleast seemed interesting. And of course majesty who he still found cool as heck, although he tried to make it seem as if he was unbothered but perhaps via magic some of his eyes which watched her quite literally continued to spark, as in actual sparkles formed into the eyes.* \n\n*Other then them everyone seemed a bit paler, some interesting- some not, he didn't particularly care. He was ready to leave- to consume, to grow more and to create- but that could wait, this magic was intriguing to him as he listened to it all. Seeing the supposed God of death place a single rib in the center of the room and others signing the bone and placing upon there name, he was hesitant to do so as something told him that such deals where rarely forgotten... He understood that such a claim was permanent, but he decided to go threw with it as a new name began to Fuze itself onto the rib. ⏃☌⍀⏃⍜⏁⊑⍀⎍⌇⏁, agraothrust in his own language, the unspoken whispers of reality he decided to recognize it as. A strange... Edgy name but so was he. He knew not how he knew the language, but it felt orginal to him- it felt good, it felt like it was his.*"
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "When Keres started yelling, Soldr shot her an annoyed look. He stuck his fingers in his ears and could still hear it. He got her point but he didn't see why she had to yell about it. \n\nWhen Majesty moved the meeting forward that got him to listen. Soldr raised his eyes in surprise when she went and offered Bea some crayons. She'd seemed very slightly evil, but that was about the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Almost nurturing even. Now that it seemed like it was a done deal he was relaxing in his seat, though he made sure to read the terms intently, burning them into his memory. \n\nSoldr couldn't help but admire how easily Majesty was able to coordinate the gods around the table. As she called everyone to hold hands, Soldr normally would have hesitated. But he was all in. Hell, he was excited, grinning a little.\n\n\"Hey, good job up there.\" Soldr told Suzu, taking her outstretched hand. He knew that she was a little shy and speaking in front of everyone had likely been hard for her. For Rav'ni, he improvised, grabbing the very top of the crystal at it's tip.\n\n\"Alright, let's do this!\" He said, his teeth looking a little more fanglike, his true form slipping through from his enthusiasm. His companions could see his eyes were glowing a soft orange color like a pair of coals."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Though these Others raised their innane worries and continually put forward their silly little suggestions, our Nach was momentarily quite content with the state of things. Indeed, for this ritual she made out like quite the bandit! She successfully thwarted any attempts at being picky choosy with magic, she assisted in blocking an alternative to her dear beloved Magi-Magi's plane, she made reality itself bleed arcane forces into their world, and now to use magic at all mortals had to say or do such ridiculous things for it! She was indeed quite pleased with herself, and made a show of it with how she leisurely laid sprawled over the table snacking on whatever sweets were in front of her. Yes-yes, our Nach got all of what she wanted and more, paving the way for a burgeoning Nachiavellian and setting her sights on whatever laid ahead of them now.*\n\n*Majesty likely has what she was after, as do most of these Others, but our Nach's victory was most decisive.*\n\n*Yet still there was something nagging at the back of their skull, a matter of some importance which somehow slipped her mind. The potential for a final piece into a grand design, had our mad god wrack their mind for whatever was missing. Lethargically rolling over whilst stroking the lengths of her hair, she considered what more could be done to tie everything in together.* \"Magi-magic... What a delightfully charming perrosss-peck for our most marvelous world, we do so adore it- so adore it we do! Aahhh~! We do so delight in imagining what our beloved creatures shall do, watch them dazzle and play shall we? Oh yes, oh yes-yes we shall... Everything's together so it'd seem, so it'd seem, our treat so perfectly spooned. But what of the cherry? The cherry for our pleasure, bright red juicy-juicy tasty cherry!\"\n\n*Our Nach's idle ramblings were of little use to these Others, as was often the case, yet they preceded an inexplicable wrench thrown into their work. When our Nach arose, standing however tall a creature so miniscule could upon their table, arms outstretched for an open declaration.* \"ELEPHANTS!\" *She cried, her attention on no one in particular.* \"**ELEPHANTS!** WE REQUIRE ELEPHANTS!\"\n\n*What?*\n\n\"AahahahaHAahahHAAhaAhahaaaa~!\" *But before anyone could ask for our Nach to elaborate on their meaning, the air around this mad god again crackled and chittered, space distorting within her presence whilst she cast her power into the ritual. Their mismatched pair of butterfly wings parted, to make room for what'd appear like a couple of spider legs branching out of their back to grasp ahold of whoever took their claws. Unto the contract etched her name, \"NACH\", each letter made of a dozen other \"Nachs\" And the letters for those were too written with Nachs, and so on and so forth.*\n\n*But before magic could even exist, Nach was already tampering with it, for she sought to use her divine power to slip the sporadic sounds of an elephant's trumpet in every spell cast."
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Once again I shall regale you with descriptions of Bea's consistent boredom with the opinions and debates of other gods. I mean *Really,* Every time one of her siblings opened their mouth, a speech tumbled out, dragging on and on as if they were on a podium rather than at a meeting table. It was getting excessive, all of the fancy schmancy language and the fancy schmancy arguments. Magic was supposed to be *Fun.* It was supposed to be *Creative.* Not limited by all this \"Rules\" And \"Strength\" Garbage.\n\nShe listened to Keres' wretched yelling and Nach's nonsensical proclamations of wrongness. She listened to Silly once again start to call out the deities gathered, even mentioning Bea in her speech and leaving the girl to puzzle over what an \"Anti-thesis\" Is. Though she had started paying attention (as much as she could with all the chaos), she hardly understood what the others were saying. She frowned. Shouldn't she know what they were talking about? Had she not prepared enough for the meeting? Was she just not smart enough to understand? Was she not *Good* Enough to understand?\n\nBea's eyes narrowed into glowing lines and her lips pursed. She clenched her jaw and tapped her fingers on the table in front of her, a set of cat-like claws unsheathed to make *Click click clicking* Sounds every time they hit the table. She couldn't be that bad a deity, could she?\n\nThen, of course, she was presented with something new to occupy herself with.\n\nShe glanced at Majesty and gave her a small, but enthused **\"Yes.\"** She was quiet so as to not talk over anyone else who wanted to say their piece.\n\nHer role in this meeting had been that of a listener rather than a speech-maker from the moment the discussion began. It felt wrong to break the pattern.\n\nShe scribbled a drawing of the proceedings like Majesty had asked, distracting herself from her doubts she did so. She listened to the others as she drew, putting squiggly lines above crayon Onesifi because they would not stop talking, and therefore must be immortalized in her drawing as Onesifi the Smelly.\n\nWhen most of the arguments were finally said and settled, Bea slammed down her crayon and perked up. **\"_Finally,_\"** She said, taking the hands of those nearest to her, **\"You guys were taking foreveeeeer.\"** As she spoke, her name appeared on the contract in scrawly pink letters, surrounded by tiny purple sparkles."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "\"Granted, granted, and... Granted.\" Majesty's gaze swept over Rav'nixander, Onesifi, and Vivienne in turn, ticking off each of their requests with nary a word of argument. \"A fair trade for your support, We find. Though the outcome may not be *Exactly* As you each may imagine, We will attempt to honor your wishes in what follows.\" Her attention lingered on Onesifi for a moment, her thoughts unreadable behind her veneer of prudence and impartiality. The ritual was beginning, however, and before long her focus returned to the growing confluence of power that had formed between the gathered gods. She finally had enough support; there was no reason for further delay.\n\nWith an audible *Crack* And a spark of fire, her personal seal of approval stamped itself upon both the written contract and Bones' rib. Her proud likeness stared out of each circular insignia, as though daring anyone to challenge the hard-won agreements, to go against her overwhelming force of will. This ritual would be her greatest work, after all, and though she did not formalize any means of enforcement or surveillance, she was just as likely as Mr. Bones to come down upon anyone who went against it.\n\nUnable to withstand the sheer concentration of energies upon its surface, the parchment scroll burned up in a flash. The words and signatures remained, however, supported now by something more significant than any physical surface. Though it no longer existed in any physical form, every god there could *Feel* The agreement's presence. Like a hand upon their shoulders, a whisper in their ears, binding and guiding them in this effort to change the world.\n\nNo longer laid out in simple language, the contract now consisted of raw *Meaning,* Drawing upon abstract concepts in the same way gods did with their Domains. All would be able to feel Majesty's finishing touches, the gentle tweaks here and there to accommodate those last few objections and requests. \n\nShe introduced *Malleability,* Using the same system by which Bones marked the participants to grant them a degree of authority over the result. Not enough to change the completed ritual on their own, but enough that if a sizeable number were to gather as they had today, they could shift the terms along the lines of Rav's suggestion. Next, the Archfiend introduced *Intent,* The idea that each spell cast should have some will behind it. Not so firm an inclusion as to disallow the creation of runes and magical devices, but enough to prevent accidental discharge of spells whenever someone opened their mouth around a concentration of magical energy. Last of all, she added a hint of *Learning* According to Vivienne's wishes, so that casters might expand their control over time, and expanded the definition of *Language* In the agreement to include several more forms of mortal communication.\n\nAnd that was that. She locked it into place, wrapped her own divinity around it like a sheath to guard against further tampering, and then focused the gathered power into a single fine edge, a sword that would cut beyond the walls of reality.\n\n_ _\nHer brow furrowed with effort as she called upon her demiplane, bringing it as close as she could to the boundaries of creation. It had always existed somewhere *Other,* But now it pressed itself close, so close to the world they knew that even the other gods would be able to perceive its presence... And in that moment, guiding each of their wills towards this singular purpose, Majesty plunged their sword into the depths of her miniature world. The blade carved a line across its surface, and the plane opened up, raw energy pouring forth from its wound.\n\nIt bled, wept, seeped across the membrane of existence. Until, slowly but surely, the first tiny beads of magic dripped into the world.\n\nMajesty was breathing heavily, exhausted by her effort. She would need to rest for a moment before what came next, but the others had no need to pause. Half the work was done: now they all needed to establish *Channels* For this flow of power, the metaphysical structures by which mortals could draw upon it. To those looking to carve out exclusion zones, this was also the time to act—like it or not, magic existed now, and they had but a short while to enact their rules and processes before it poured on down into the mortal realms."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "As the magic dripped from the cracks in that reality, the goddess of agriculture began to weave it with her fellow divinities. Her tendrils of wheat, her divine hands, grasped on to the magic and worked it with a mastery that only a god could wield. In truth, she considered the idea of different *Magical types* For each god moronic, and she would have no part in them. She would not limit the kind of magic that her mortals could wield, only how much they could use it. \"Let you call upon the power of your fruits...\" Triticea murmured, breaking off a piece of magic to mold, and creating the limitation of **Material components** For her magic.\n\nThe goddess flew higher, \"O' children, know when to let your tools rest lest the scythe shatters against the harvest.\" Her magic would not tire her children, nor would it burn them up. Instead, they would only be allowed certain amounts of magic before being forced to rest to use more. **Spell slots**, she would call them. This was her own personal brand of magic, of course, which meant that such limitations would not be beholden to mortals who turned to the other gods for this new magic. \"And let the mightiest tools rest for longer,\" She whispered, creating new **Levels** Of magic. \"Let you harness this magic through study, through divine gifts, and through contract.\" \n\nWith her own brand of magic properly sculpted, she let loose the flow of power towards her Valley, showering upon her realm like arcane rain. \"Let this power heal and harm. Let it birth fire and steel, and let it restore life to land that is salted and broken.\" She whispered as it curled. She could not say that she was satisfied with an outcome that forced mortals to pay a toll, not really. It seemed inefficient. Did the gods not already have enough? Even so, it was too late for her to object now, and so she continued to channel her power into the ritual to spread magic all throughout the World Tree."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "The last negotiations had been worked, the last of what Rav considered rational safeguards had been woven into the ritual, now was the time of implementation and godwork. The crystal, held by Soldr and presumably one other, began to hum and glow in what might be confused for a consistent pitch but to those paying attention it was filled with fluctuations in both light and sound as the god worked to weave all that was agreed upon into the skein of reality. And when that was done, when power and promise and most importantly magic flowed free from the Throne, then Rav'nixander took up loose threads and pulled them into a knot of his own design.\n\nThis would be a magic as a tool, mortal hands and mortal minds turning intent and expression and knowledge oh so directly into works. This would be a magic of knowledge, where the discovery and sharing of knowledge was directly tied to how the magic flowed. This would be a magic of intent, the full conceptualization of an idea and the will to see it exist becoming existence in and of itself. This would be a magic of expression, both in the creativity of mortal minds to learn and understand and invent, but also in the belief that drives them to make the realms a better place. And above all else, above everything else of this magic, was the core tenet of Rav'nixander woven into the heart of the magic he claims as his own: This was a magic *Of the people*, a way for them to wrest for themselves a piece of one of the exclusivities of the gods.\n\nIn various cultures they would call this magic different things: Creomancy, Summoning, Mage-Weaving or even Teledivinics. But right now, Rav'nixander knew this magic in a precise and simple term, this would be the magic of **Creation**."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones could sense the magic slowly creeping its way out of the demiplane. He could quite see into the demiplane but the skeleton could certainly sense it. It seemed... Off. Unlike the other demiplanes that he had been to so far there was a definite purpose in this that he just couldn't place his finger on. Not enough time to dwell on that though, he needed to act to preserve his land. Mr Bones held a clawed hand out towards his realm, slowly making it into a fist. With this relatively simple motion, any pockets of void that somehow impeded the expansion of magic were brought into Mr Bones' land. Some of these pockets became dense enough to form new materials, further strengthening the desert in resisting the ritual. It wouldn't be enough to stop a god from forcing magic into his realm, but without a continuous concerted effort the dead would remain magic free for a while longer."
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "With all the painfully extensive bickering over, it was finally time to get to the actual creation and expansion of the magic.\n\nWhen Majesty forced her demiplane to bleed the energy, he watched as the others began their work. Then, with hands wreathed in pure power, he physically and spiritually reached out and grasped hold of the power that spilled out. He let it flow like mists and fog, let it pour like heavy rain. \n\nInto its patterns he molded hissing lightning and roaring thunder, heat and cold, whistling winds and the calm serenity of a clear day.\n\nHe gripped the power and directed it to his realm, letting move first like a stream, then a great river, then a wind that swept into and through the realm. It soaked and seeped into the realm, enriching and being enriched in return.\n\nIt was wonderful.\n\nSlowly, Ethros lowered his hands, his work settling down and stabilizing. This was good, and had perked up his mood.\n\nHe sent a small smile and nod to Majesty."
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*He felt the magic as his cruel smile grew larger, this was it- the whole reason he was even here. He stood once again moving towards the magic energy- he hadn't a realm, not yet- but he could still hold this magic within himself untell it was time, store and change it to create his own* \n\n*He began to gather the energy to him before his chest began to tremble and shake as if something was attempting to break threw the skin and surface before both sides of Agraothrusts chest ripped open revealing a massive toothy maw that snapped hungrily at everything around it, but the energy began to move towards it as Agraothrust began to guide it into his core, atleast for now he would hold the root untell his realm could.* \n\n*The magic began to shape and turn within him as he consumed his fair share, a eldritch school- it was fitting although he figured it wasn't to unique it was his. And that was what mattered, to him atleast*"
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Chaos ascendant, an unbound tide of chittering madness surged within these halls of divinity and clashed against reality's rigid restraints. Change beckoned, thus did a whirlwind of sweeping splendor drink from our world's wound and carry the arcane ichor through its current. So too did space ebb and flow, for our Nach brought the full measure of an indomitable will to bring reality unto its knees, the combined hand of gods would see to it that their world was irreversibly changed. Thus did our Nach grasp the opportunity, an opportunity to broaden the Nachening's reach and chance for splendor of a kind.*\n\n*She held her arms aloft, standing \"Tall\" Perched onto the hall's table. These maddened eyes looked unto all within her reach, and sought a world of her own forged by a path she tread through the thick of it. Indeed, many of these \"Others\" Would grasp for stagnancy if allowed. Some were so rigid in their \"Purpose\" That they saw no other course, some sought to please an absent mother by doing what they think they'd want, some feared these Others and the mortals, a few even sought to coddle them. Our Nach however sought for more, so- so much more, that which is so simple yet infinitely complex.*\n\n*The mad god looked greedily for the seeping wound of the world, and clawed at it, she clawed at reality's tendons to see to it that magic bled deep within our beloved Nachiavellian. And with these claws she weaved together not a school but an art, the greatest gifting for her beloved creatures, an opportunity to shatter stagnation and turn creation on its head. For these Others might fear their mortals achieving even a fraction of what gods could do, but our Nach would see us ascend if she could. Such is her nature, a creature most unnatural who'd see to it that her magical school would be much the same.*\n\n***Nachromancy***\n\n*A brilliant confluence of apparent chaos and wilful purpose, the means for mortals to bend nature through means most unnatural and lend the opportunity to breathe life into our world just as the gods do. Broadening the Nachening by existence alone, practitioners would lend their service to this great cause of the mad god through their actions in pursuit of whatever purpose they had for it. Nachromancy would see chaos ascend, Nachromancy would see change beckoned, our Nach would have her-...* \"ELEPHANTS!\" \n\n*Ah yes, elephants. Of course.*"
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "For a moment, she felt as if she stood on the highest peak in the Highlands, sunlight warming her skin but the cold winds biting and turning her cheeks red. She inhaled and her nostrils seemed to freeze. A moment later, and Calena felt that she was sitting in one of the lowland grassy plains of the Highlands, next to the lake where she had created the Corna. She smelled the aroma of the variety of herbs, fruits, and other plants that grew along the lake shore and nearby. \n\nWhile she was known as goddess of mountains, she planned to contribute to magic with her lesser-known domain, herbal medicine. She wanted to give everyone a method for carrying magic in their pockets, in jars and vials and bowls to be stored at home next to the hearth, a way to create change using the materials around them. \n\nPulling a bowl and a carved wooden pestle from her satchel, she began crushing and mixing herbs together. Lavender and mint, baneberry and wolfsbane, hemlock and chamomile. Plants that healed, some that did nothing, others that caused harm. She added water that she had gathered from a high mountain stream to make this mixture more liquid, and she pulled on a loose thread of the magic that flowed from Majesty's demiplane, tugging on it until it slipped free like a fresh raspberry at harvest. She added the final component to the liquid and continued to work.\n⬛\n\nGrinding the materials down and mixing until it was a thin cherry-red liquid that shimmered in the light, Calena held the bowl in both hands, whispering and setting the requirements for her magic, for **Elixology**. Any creation must have a base of a natural remedy, there must be intent, and there must be spoken words. There was no rhyme or reason if a potion or elixir failed or succeeded. It required some background knowledge in herbs and healing, and anyone was welcome to try. \n\nOnce Calena was ready and the elixir was set, she gestured with her hands, and the liquid began floating in the air before zipping away from the World Tree towards the Silver Highlands and any other realms that wished to experience this magic.\n\n*A magic that can be saved, stored, learned, passed along from mortal to mortal.*\n\nShe relaxed with a deep sigh, content and proud of her and her siblings' work."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "The rest of the deities slowly agreed to the plan, with only Vivienne expressing any additional concerns. Despite her sentimentality, she was truly an enormous help, Onesifi thought, as she deciphered the ramblings of yet another eccentric goddess. The concern of what ways there were to cast magic were not of a great concern to the deity, and the question of having to learn magic in order to use it seemed almost too trivial to genuinely note - although they could not blame her for doing the exact same thing Onesifi themself did just a few moments ago. The deity noted that they could not help but feel certain respect towards her; hopefully this ritual had not turned the moth goddess away from them, especially since the Restless had quite a few questions for her. But that was for later.\n\nIn-between the multiple declarations of consent, Onesifi sent out a copy of themself to quickly engrave their own name on the rib that Mr. Bones placed in the middle of the room. They allowed themself to be slightly more fancy with this signature in comparison to the one already engraved on another of Bones's ribs; the occasion seemed to call for decorum, after all. Even if some other deities did not believe so.\n\nAfterwards, Majesty gave out a few easy concessions - after all, everything that was said in this final round of negotiations was mere common sense or demands that would not be of any true cost to Majesty. Onesifi could not help but notice that the Archfiend regarded them for a few more seconds than other deities - and, trying to seek out any sign of what she could be thinking, found none. One thing was clear: she noticed the deity of ambition. But for better or for worse - only the regal goddess herself could tell behind that ominously serene expression. She was an unknown - which just meant that Onesifi had to improvise.\n\nBut not now. A mere minute later, after a spectacle of the agreement materialising into the universe, Majesty cut a deep wound into her demiplane - and, as the Throne bled, pouring out the energy, Onesifi leapt on it like someone traversing a desert finding an oasis. They grasped the river of power and diverted some of it onto themself, as their legs led them to twirl away from the rest of the deities.\n\nTheir idea for magic was already formed about halfway through the proceedings. They had to understand that whatever they created would reflect upon themself in the divine court; for the sake of their potential relationship with the more... Obstinate deities, they could not go far beyond their domain's borders; so they would grant them whatever they desired to make their movement faster, easier, more precise; whatever desires they would want other than that, they could find amongst other schools of magic.\n\nAnd for the cost - Onesifi could make it a blessing in disguise. So many delayed their true pursuits, so many died in agony at the end of their lives after stopping to move. Letting them cut the end of their life, to escape the stagnation that comes with it to bolster themselves while they were still able to achieve. An easy deal, as far as Onesifi themself was concerned; if they were mortal, they would easily take it, after all.\n\nAnd so they danced, putting in their own meaning into magic that swirled around them. It was furious, determined, unstopping like the Restless themself. The rhythm's speed only seemed to increase as the deity of ambition pirouetted with unmatchable vigour - until, at last, it was done, and **Celerimancy** Was brought into the world. \n\nAnd as the performance ended, they curtsied to everyone gathered; once again pacing around, perhaps waiting for some conclusion to the Ritual."
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "Giving a quick thought to what she was going to do, and the lack of counter magic concession which she had asked for... Suzu drive her bladed tail towards the river of power that flowed out of the demi plane, while she had initially set her tail in motion with the plan to use her influence to create a direct form of countermagic... Her intent shifted half way through and by the time it impacted and she was exerting her influence, the execution had changed completely.\n\nAs she drover blades into the system, she exerted her will to create a rather simple school of magic... One which would make things colder, that's it... No fancy tricks, no whacky environmental hijinks, hell not even any way to do any thing with it _other_ then to make things colder, when you used her power... Stuff would get cold... Because you see... That _WAS_ the trick.\n\nKnowing that what she wanted to do with magic would require the user to both act fast, and not always be able to have there own materials on hand, the real point of her magic was laid out in its cost... You would pay for this wonderful ability to make things colder... With an offering of _magic itself_ it did not need to be your magic mind you, in fact if you understood this system correctly you would understand that using your own magic actually defeated the point of it... The whole system was a grand energy sink, a way to bring about order and structure, one that you could feed some one else's spells too and accomplish a simple task... A magic whos functional purpose was to consume other magic and use that magic to also take energy with it.\n\n_Syntropy_, at its purest form."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr stared in wonder as raw power fractured the wall between planes, starting to seep out. It took him a bit to stop marveling at the might of the ritual. The other gods were all doing different things. Doing what came naturally had served Soldr well since he had became a god, so he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to feel for the cracks that they'd formed in the planes.\n\nSoldr could feel the raw crackling power, radiating like white hot heat as if he was right next to the sun. And then, it felt like his hand was dipping into something hot, like when he'd dove into the magma of his own realm. Opening his eyes, he could see his hand was gone. It was like he'd dipped it into a deep pool, except instead of a pool it was just the air in front of him cutting him off at the wrist. He could still feel it though, burning hot and at the same time prickling as if he was being struck by lightning. And flexing his fingers, he'd feel them stirring through what felt like a heap of smooth cords. He wrapped his digits around a handful, then gave a mighty tug, yanking his hand free.\n\nWhen it emerged, he was alight in an eye-searingly bright glow. He'd pulled a handful of **Bright orange lightning** Out of thin air, and had a wolflike grin on his face Soldr could feel the raw power coursing through him like he was a lightning rod. He dug his heels in, then took a step back, stretching the cords out until a loud **SNAP** Could be heard as the ropes of lightning began to break off, leaving him with a huge lump of crackling energy in his hands. It was like holding a giant mass of silly putty. A little awkward to keep it all from dripping.\n\n\"Let me just...\" He tensed his hands, forming them into claws as he focused his power on the raw magical energy. He twisted it, compacting it, until it had formed into a glowing white prism of energy about the size of a grape. As he stared at it, it shimmered in every color, storing unimaginable power and at the same time infinitely fragile. So fragile, in fact, he found himself reaching for it and then crushing it in his hand.\n\n**CRCCKLE**\n\nHe could feel the shards digging into his hand as the sound of glass crushing echoed through the room. As if a massive window had been broken, a webwork of white-hot cracks shattered the air around him, spreading all the way back to his realm. He opened his hand, and nothing was there, but he knew he'd altered how magic could be channeled in his own way.\n\n*Did that do it?* He wondered, flexing his hand as he examined it for any residue. He wanted to vocalize the question, but he didn't want to break the silence that seemed to have fallen over the room. And he already knew the answer. He'd created **Item Creation Magic**, allowing raw power to be imbued into tools anyone could use."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "*And so the time had finally come.* The weight of divine creation pressed down on Vivienne's senses. Familiar, nostalgic. All this energy bubbling just under the surface, just barely out of reach. It almost felt like if she reached out her finger, she could just barely touch it. And then, the seam was torn asunder. The great tapestry that divided *Here* From *There* Frayed, just as it had all that time ago, when she had introduced Dreams to this world. Power flowed forth freely. Slow, sickly, and warm at first, like blood seeping from a cut, but it wasn't long before that flow grew faster. Hotter.\n\nStill hugging Silly close to her side, Vivienne frowned, closed her eyes, and rested her head against the jester's. Her consciousness reached out towards her sleeping fragment and wavered. When rest came, so too would change. With her dreams she would create the magic all her children wielded. No. *Create* Was the wrong word. All had already been *Created.* She was merely formalizing it. Packaging it up nice and neat and saying to the world 'look what my children have been tirelessly working on!' At last, the last thread of wakefulness cut, and Vivienne fell headlong into Dream. \n\nThrough her dreams, she saw the dreams of others. Of her children. Their joys and their fears. Their memories and their experiences. A crystal wool spun into a thread, imbued and embroidered. A knife, hewn out of crystal and etched. Even the Witchblight, usually regarded as a weakness, carved into a source of strength. All creations of theirs, and soon the world would know of them. Guided by her ethereal hand, portions of magic all over creation *Crystallized.* In places of high pressure, in the Witchblighted, and of course in high abundance where it had always been found. Hypnagogia.\n\nIt was with these solid-magic crystals that practitioners of the Crystalcraft did their work, weaving long-lasting spells into their creations with the crystals. Not fire and forget like so many spells were, but intended to be used and reused again and again. Just like the blanket the pattern was embroidered into. Just like the bowl the runes were etched into. And because these crystals were now innate to magic itself, and not just her realm, no longer would it be limited to just her children's magic. Through the Crystalcraft, all schools of magic could potentially be weaved into a creation, as long as the proper price was paid. \n\n*And just for good measure~*\n\nWith a mischievous, unheard giggle, Vivienne subtly adjusted one of the frayed edges in the demiplane. If she positioned it conceptually over her realm, then once all the channels were set up, Hypnagogia would get an extra little trickle of magic. A small safeguard for her realm, so the magic her children and her creations relied on to survive could never be *Fully* Suppressed. And now, with all those little changes out of the way and everything in order, it was time to wake back up. \n\nIn an instant, Vivienne snapped back awake. Her body *Creaked* As she straightened herself back up, no longer burdening Silly with the weight of her head. Fragments of iridescent magic crystal cracked off of her, to which the witch gave a small, irritated frown. Such was the cost for channeling so much magic. Thankfully at least, it seemed the crystallization was on the side of her body opposite Silly. It'd take a moment to break it off herself, but at least her companion was untouched. Silently, she got to work breaking herself free from her crystalline encasement."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "As the ritual begin and divine power melded and manifested into new world wonders, Aphot amused himself by drawing illusions over his own eyes, visualizing each present deity as some weird, Othered versions of themselves. But then something appeared to occur to him, and he suddenly had the most *Wonderful* Idea.\n\nOh, he did so love it when he had moments like this.\n\nAphot's stationary form crackled like radio static, a muted white noise thinning the atmosphere around him like a parfum of void. This was the result of the god doing...*Something.*\n\nIn the midst of these coalescing energies, the bare threads of a subtler, quieter one slipped in like a stray snow drop, free-flowing and tracing its course in the frame of a metaphysical skeleton for... Something. Something not yet clear, something nearly imperceptible in its very being; something so faint and light in its touch it could've been a fern brushing lightly against the surface of a pool.\n\nAphot then threw up his hands in jubilant glee, as if reaching upward to pull down reality around him- and he practically did. Reveling in the elation of the sheer energies vitalizing around him, he pulled at the powers other gods were making and, with all the audacity of an emboldened toddler, *Tugged* At them as if they were wires to be twisted and tangled. A little bit of Nachromancy, some Crystalcraft, a sprinkle of Atmokinesis, and physical shards of their festering amalgamations started spilling into the hall, benign yet bizarre in their being."
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "Even before she made her presence known, Silly had been long in thought about what she might add to the ritual. Simply her or comical magic was against her ethos: anything, even the most boring of magics, could be used for fun and games. As they were, each magic was but a lonesome spell. A trade, wherein the outcomes were known. You could master spells, or learn many, and perhaps craft new ones. But each school was but its own piece... There needed to be something to bridge them together. A magical glue of sorts.\n\nWhence came Silly's addition: Metamagic. Her first double bounced and jiggled in Vivienne's hands, honking as it was squished down and up and sideways, whilst her second double merely retorted any of its criticisms with yet another point and cry of '**Wrong!**'. But, beneath that, the two little cogs of her divine mind turned impossibly fast. Threads of silky confetti poured out of her being and into the sky, swirling and weaving themselves into the fabric of magic. On their own, they did nothing. Yet, they provided a basis for infinite complexity and growth. The simplest, yet most complicated school of magic. One whose very spells were individual, obfuscated from others, and highly personal.\n\nThen, she added a degree of spontaneity. The ability to utilise her magic principles to tweak and craft spells on the fly. Other spells might be used, leveraged, and combined, but a myriad of other modifications were possible. From simply changing a spell's colour to increasing its range or duration, or even its potency, Silly worked. So long as the cost was paid, and one knew of suitable spells to use, there was little her magic could not do.\n\nAnd, before she knew it, she was done. Finished. To add anything else would merely provide shortcuts and give unnecessary complexity to what was simply an elegant system. Through dance or song or writing or runes or chants, it mattered not. It was open to all and any. And everyone's performance would be that much different.\n\nThe more one tweaked and wrote their spells, the more they'd need to give in exchange. Simple copper sand, silver, or even gold. A fine powder that had to be produced by hand. Gold was most suitable to allow spells to last, such as runes and engravings. Silver for allowing spells to shine brightest, but not as long: for the fastest of casting times, or for quick and fluid spell-slinging. Copper, however, would be the most general-purpose option, and the easiest to produce. Perhaps the mortals might discover other materials with new properties for their spells. The cost required would always be the same.\n\nWalking up to one of the tables of the great hall, the formerly ranting Silly reached into her hat and pulled out a very thick book. It was thicker than it was wide, with the font on its pages small enough to require a magnifying glass to comfortably read. She slammed it down upon the hard wood with a grin. That was her magic. The book of it all. It was a language in its own right. \n\nThe first page was simple and summarised all her magic could do. The rest, and many thousands as there were, explained in detail. In tiny crayon handwriting, it specified every little cost, interaction, and every possible parameter. But, before anyone might get a chance to read it, she shred all but that first page into confetti. The others would just have to figure it out.\n\nGiggling, that Silly too poofed away, leaving only the Silly in Vivienne's arms. Oblivious of the witch's little endeavour, or simply uncaring, she reached up to boop one of the moth goddess's antennae. \"Sooo, what'cha thiiink?\" She asked. Throughout the demiplane of magic, no, throughout the very fabric of all spells in the world, Silly's intangible confetti connections linked all. Other squiggles swam about. And further wiggle-wags looped about any new creation. Tiny. Smaller than the magics they touched. But a tiny thread out could simply *Pluck* To link so many magics.\n\nFinally, her magic was **Silly Complete**."
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea could feel the demi plane's energy around her, flowing like a great river. All it needed was a little directing.\n\nShe pulled some of the magic close, her eyes shining brightly. She felt alive, with something challenging and valuable in her grasp. She had so many ideas. So many options. Magic was limitless. It was wonderful.\n\n...But her siblings covered so many forms of magic. She needed to bring something new to the table.\n\nBea thought for a moment, then settled on one idea- something, I might add, that was quite difficult for her to do.\n\nQuickly, eagerly, Bea molded her magic. She made it subtle, and intuitive. Something that dealt with the mind rather than the world. Mind magic, she'll call it. On the nose, but gets the point across. Its wielders will be able to peer into the minds of others, toying with their thoughts and memories.\n\nOnce she was finally finished, she let her magic go, letting it run wild throughout the World Tree. She sat back down, tired. She needed a nap."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Throughout the hall, gods flew and glowed and hummed and wove. They clenched fists and grasped mists, snapped their jaws and stood up tall, cried 'ELEPHANTS' and mixed their plants and why, one even did a dance. Tail-blades stabbed and lightning sparked, Aphot spun secrets in the dark, confetti strings whizzed through the air and crystals fell from the witch's hair. Beast-gods and child-gods took their turns, molding spells for their domains—\n\n—until at last, amidst them all, only one last god remained.\n\nThrough all of the colorful chaos, each divine display surpassing the last, Majesty only stood there in eerie silence. She watched, eyes moving this way at that. Her fingers intertwined, one thumb tapping out a quiet rhythm of anticipation. For a moment she met Ethros's gaze, and seemed to acknowledge him with the slightest tilt of her head, though any words would have surely been lost in all the din and clamor of a dozen magic schools being simultaneously etched into the fabric of the world.\n\nHad the Archfiend exhausted herself, in opening that great wound? Or had she never planned a school of her own from the start? Those who did not watch, or pay attention, might find themselves wondering. Only the ones paranoid enough to keep an eye out, or simply mad enough to see things as they truly were, might remember a moment passing as though in a dream—\n\n-\n\n*There is a shadow as tall as the sky.*\n\n*Its eyes are twin suns. Its mouth is a yawning slit, beyond which lies only a bottomless hole. It wears a crown of melded flesh that screams its name from a thousand mouths, countless faces half-buried in a squirming mass from which they can never be free. In its left hand is the hammer wrought of black stone, heavy as mountains, and in its right hand there is the sharpened stake, carved with rows of painful sigils and hissing with the red heat of frustrated avarice. Above hands the torn and bleeding edge of a mutilated world, flapping in an unseen wind that roars and rages about the shadow and its domain.*\n\n*The monster reaches up. It drives the stake through the flap of loose flesh, and pulls it down, stretching, pulling it nearly to breaking point—until it presses flush against the hard edge of something else. Something with a texture like wood, old and lost in dreams even gods cannot reach.*\n\n*The shadow holds the stake in place, its grip unyielding as iron. It brings down the hammer.*\n\n*There is a wail of pain, a keening that echoes and spreads upon the raging winds. The boundary of the world cracks and snaps, twisting and blackening around the point of penetration. The crown and its thousand mouths are chanting now, howling with one voice, and the giant again swings its hammer down.*\n\n*With every strike, the stake is driven deeper. With every strike, the world breaks a little more. The flap of ruined meat is pinned now, nailed to the surface of the real. A festering parasite that latches onto creation and cannot, will not be removed.*\n\n*The deed is done.*\n\n*She has brought hell unto them all—*\n\n-\n\n—the vision passed in the blink of an eye, and fell away into the depths of half-formed memory. Majesty's shoulders relaxed.\n\nIf it had ever been real, who could say? Those who had even caught a glimpse might have seen something wholly different, or simply wiped the horror of it from their minds. A lingering feeling of unease would probably be all that remained.\n\nThat, and a permanent and gaping exception to the rules surrounding what came and went from her Demiplane.\n\n_ _\nAt long last, quiet fell over the hall, as the last flourishes of godly power faded away or reaching some kind of stability. The flow of magic was still there, now present as a kind of constant soft background noise, but no longer did it bubble and roil with untapped potential. There were rules now, systems, and every last god had played their part in bringing them into being.\n\nAs for what would come of it, who could say?\n\nMajesty clapped her palms together, the sound echoing off the wooden walls. \"It is done.\"\n\nAnd then, louder, this time with a smile:\n\n\"It is done!\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Wheatmother had been the first to rise, and now she was the first god to return from her position above. The goddess seemed serene as she floated down, her wheatlike appendages trailing behind her as she descended from on high. If she had seen the scene of the Tyrant Queen's cheating, she did not comment on it, all of her eyes closed to the world at the moment as her form lowered to the tree. Then, starting from the middle and spreading like a wave down her body, her eyes opened. The goddess' divine gaze lingered on Majesty, but only for a moment before they began to flit around the room. Traces of her divine power seemed to fall from her tendrils as she moved, leaving sprouts where the power touched the floor of the Hall.\n\nAfter a long moment of silence following Majesty's proclamation, she finally spoke. \"Indeed.\" Her form shifted once more, the tips of her limbs coiling in like rope as her body warped back into her more humanoid form. The vestiges of the power she had used from the ritual scattered all at once like a small shower of green around her, causing a small garden to sprout around her. Despite that, she did not seem all that tired, more dissatisfied than anything else. Whatever had displeased, her, though, she didn't give voice to, her narrowed gaze dancing from Mr. Bones to Majesty, than to Ethros, then up to the ceiling. \n\nHer issues with how the ritual had went would not be given voice, but she would be sure to remember them for dealings with some of the other gods in the future. For now, she would have to teach her Ceres how to properly use this magic. They had immense potential for it already, she had spent a great deal of essence creating them, so all they needed to do was harness that power. Even with their immense strength and durability, the realms of the other gods would be dangerous, especially if they were expected to travel out to other realms to spread the abundance and the harvest to the rest of the World Tree."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Ah, so that was it, then? In a way, it felt somewhat anticlimactic, but then, when *Did* A ritual feel *Complete?* At the dream ritual, the end had come abruptly when the Unending had taken her. At the season ritual, they all kind of just sat down and had some sweets when all was said and done. And here, well... Vivienne let her antenna swing at the bat of Silly's hand, the smile on her face seeming almost permanent as the feathery appendage swung back and smacked the jester in the face, eliciting a sneeze from her.\n\n\"How would I describe it...\" Ruminating on an answer to Silly's question, Vivienne slid the hat off her head with a free hand. Once again unconstrained from the confines of the fabric, her antennae sprung up, one of them *Again* Batting the smaller deity in the face on the way up. The jester sneezed, and the witch giggled. \"Magic was... Likely inevitable. If Gaia made even *Me,* A deity of sleep and dreams, have an affinity for magic, then it was only a matter of time before enough like me banded together to do something like this. And, well...\" She nodded towards the rest of the group, while taking this moment to pat some crystal dust off of her hat. \"This was likely one of the better outcomes, when it comes to the accommodation of our mortals. On the other hand, though...\" The witch trailed off. There had been a vague *Discomfort* Just below the surface. Between Majesty herself, the demiplane used, and even the shape of the power that spilled forth over the land. Hot, viscous, like a boiling blood or a bubbling magma. The intentions that a deity held shaped their power, and none were more suited to seeing those shapes than the magically-sensitive deity of divinations herself.\n\nHer own power, rigid yet formless, capable of anything yet limited by her preconceptions. Silly's, the inverse of hers, chaotic and free, and yet almost choreographed at times. She, who knew better than everyone what her power could do and yet only using it for the performance. The beast's, abstract, ethereal and yet forceful at the same time. Something that those who dwelled in reality could not grasp. And finally, Majesty's. Was it a desire for dominance or was it desperation? Though her power reeked of subjugation, of destruction, it was not in the same way that the beast brought ruin. And yet perhaps far too similar.\n\nIn either case, what's done was done, and if some long-buried machinations were to spring up in the far future, well they'd have to worry about it then. Though she thought that to herself, she couldn't stop the guilt pricking at her heart. Had she judged wrong, then many would die, and she would have a hand in it. Yet could she even have stopped it if she tried? \"... Will I look back upon this day with shame or pride?\" Her voice was quiet, a statement intended only for her and Silly. Donning her hat again, she slowly rose to her feet, crystals in her legs cracking and Silly still in her arms, and spoke, directing her voice to the one who had brought them all together this day. \"There's one last offer I'd like to make before all of us part ways. I do not want the joy of creating magic to be a privilege that only those of us fortunate enough to be here could partake in. Should another deity come along that wishes to create their own magic, I will lend my aid, help them weave it seamlessly into our current whole. That is all.\"\n\nWith her piece spoken, Vivienne gave a small bow, slowly turned on her heels and started making her way out of the hall. She took a few steps before stopping, realization dawning on her expression. She turned again, blank eyes quickly jumping about the assorted gods before finally stopping on two in particular. \"Aphot, Wyrd, you're both friendly with Silly.\" After that abrupt statement, the witch snapped her fingers and a pair of letters materialized near them, both invitations to Silly's birthday party, and both well put together to the point that it was immediately obvious it was Vivienne's and not Silly's work. \"The party will be soon. If you wish to attend, those letters will inform you of its starting. Not to mention it would be nice to get properly acquainted.\" \n\nAgain, she bowed and turned for the exit. She took a step forward, and somewhere in the far recesses of her consciousness, something *Crumbled.* Her gait staggered ever so slightly, and she blinked, confused. She took another, and a small voice in the back of her mind whispered, a silent scream. She took another, and the small whisper erupted into a shout. A cry reverberating through every thread of consciousness and every speck of instinct, telling, *Demanding* Her to *Run.* Her eyes widened, her head turned to regard Silly for a moment, panic clear on her expression. If she was quick, she could get the both of them out there, before... She lashed out with her power, distorting space around her. Anywhere. They just needed to go anywhere but here, and...\n\n*... There you are...*\n\nThoughts that weren't hers resonated in her head. Her expression contorted into a pained grimace, the weight of an entire god pressing against her mind. *Disgust. Malice. Pride. Resignation.* Emotions she knew of and yet didn't know the true *Depth* Of overwhelmed her. All thoughts thrown into turmoil, all feelings quashed beneath the unending tide of *Hate.* The deity's ethereal claws closed around her *Being* In its entirety, grasping, pulling. Her *Everything* Strained with a feeling she could not put into words, further and *Further* And ***Further*** Until...\n\n***SNAP***\n\nThe empty vessel that was once 'her' collapsed lifelessly, like a marionette with its strings cut."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "The vast amounts of energy that poured out of the demiplane torn asunder slowly subsided and settled into a few relatively stable, steady streams of magic. Onesifi finished their dance at the same moment as all other deities finished their own creations, some in a more violent manner, some in a more careful one; none quite like the performance that Onesifi gave. And sure enough, soon the world below seemed to fill itself with the sheer power, one created but uncontrolled by the divine directly; a toolkit for mortals to use as they please. It was... Exhilarating.\n\nIn their excitement, Onesifi failed to notice the momentary vision that some of the others may have received. Instead, they curtsied once more to the gathering of deities, a grin playing on their face. \"Indeed, it is done! I believe I speak for everyone when I say that we had done a spectacular job in these halls, and it could not have happened the way it did without even a single one of us. For that, I thank every deity who decided to come here. I hope to see you once more some time later.\" With that, their short - by their measures - speech came to an end, and they started moving around the great hall, unwinding after the activity.\n\nTo their surprise, some of the deities seemed to be unnerved with the end of the ritual - a heavy atmosphere that Onesifi could not help but find themself subjected to as well. Her Majesty certainly had something to gain from this ritual, and, unfortunately, it was beyond their ability to guess what exactly it was that she gained here. They cursed their inexperience as they noted that they had to wait to see how it manifests in full.\n\nBut that was a concern for the future; for now, there was still something else the deity of ambition had to do here. Namely, the question of arranging a meeting with Vivienne. They noticed her giving out something to Wyrd and Aphot and tried to reach her before she truly left - shouting from the other end of the hall could potentially unnerve the goddess. But they did not manage to get too far before Vivienne spontaneously collapsed.\n\nAt this point, Onesifi had to teleport right to her. They called out to her quietly \"Lady Vivienne?\" No response. They waved their hand before her eyes. No response again. \"Lady Vivienne?!\" They shouted out again, louder. No. Response. And, as far as Onesifi could tell at this distance, her very divinity bled from her, as if she was a lacerated corpse.\n\nAcross the hall, a powerful shout rang out: \"Blast it all to oblivion!\" It was filled with equal parts fear and anger - both emotions that the Restless barely showed during any other time - except, perhaps, the panic that they felt when they first heard of the threat hunting the deities. The threat that, apparently, had managed to get the only source that had any amount of useful information that Onesifi desperately needed.\n\nThe threat was still around here, and Onesifi had to hide. A moment's notice - and they transported themself away. Damn building connections - the only connection they could build in the Hall of Gods at this moment was the inseparable ties that would bind them to the void if they were to stick around even a moment longer."
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "As Majesty announced the completion of the ritual, Ethros allowed himself to relax. He wasn't exactly sure why, but for a moment he was sincerely worried about her. She seemed to have been caught in a trance of some kind for a short while, and he wondered what it felt like having one's demiplane bleeding power like this. He himself had seen... Something, just a peek before the ritual had ended. Something that worried him, yet the memory was already faded, shading into the background.\n\nYet, there was something that felt like accomplishment in his mind, that he had participated in something that would benefit both himself and the mortals he had created. He allowed himself a small smile, and even kept it up when Vivienne stood up, crystals moving and breaking up. That looked painful, he noted, but she seemed able to deal with it just fine. Better not to involve himself and sound presumptuous. He nodded to her when she made her offer, as it seemed fair.\n\nHe allowed himself a chuckle, light and free and flowing, \"Indeed, it is done. I hope our mortals can make something great with this gift.\"\n\nHe would have said something else, had a shout from Onesifi not echoed throughout the hall, the alarm in the other god's voice making the sky god whip his head around at a speed that would snap a mortal's neck. Then he noticed the corpse that Vivienne had once inhabited, and ignored Onesifi's teleporting away. He teleported to the body, noting the lack of anything divine. He looked around projecting part of his mind briefly to search for an interloper, then reabsorbed it when he found nothing.\n\n\"Has anyone seen anything like this before? Because I am at a loss as to how this happened.\" His voice came out jagged, the fury at something like this happening here, a gathering of deities, very evident. He sent out a part of himself to his realm, to create greater beings. After all, if there was danger, his realm would need greater protectors."
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "At the sound of Onesifi's and Ethros's shouts, Calena quickly scanned the room to see the goddess called Vivienne laying on the floor of the Hall, her purple hat a few feet away from her. She raced over and knelt next to her sister, pushing through any of her siblings in her way. \n\n**\"Don't touch her!\"** Calena shouted. \"I don't know what's going on. Anyone?!\"\n\nShe held her hands over Vivienne, and pulling strength from her Mother around her, she worked to detect Vivienne's source of life. \n\n*C'mon c'mon c'mon, something, ANYTHING!*\n\nNothing.\n\nNo sign of divinity, of life, of anything in her. It was as if she was a wilted and brittle flower. The idea of Vivienne remained, but devoid of color and breath. Laying on the floor unmoving. A stream that had dried up, a forest that had been burned to a crisp. \n\nShe had no idea what to do. Usually she was able to sense some remaining life in a person, a whisper of something, and then she could typically find some cure to lessen the symptoms, put them on a track back to recovery. But those were mortals, *This was a god*. \n\n*Would anything work? What could have done this? And right in the World Tree, right under our noses?*\n\n**\"Bones! Can you help? Can you sense anything? What's going on?\"**"
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "So it was done. Mr Bones definitely felt the magic coursing through the tree, seeping into each and every land except his own. Something had happened in the blink of an eye just as the ritual reached its conclusion, a moment nearly imperceptible to even the gods. While it didn't necessarily fill Mr Bones with dread, it did remind him of just how little Majesty was to be trusted. She had an angle in all this, one that went beyond just bringing magic to mortals. As the skeletal god was mulling over what to do next, especially given his demigod's little expedition in Majesty's land, he heard a commotion. It seemed that Vivienne, or this piece of Vivienne, had simply just died. Mr Bones looked at Calena, shrugging. The first thing that was obvious to check was Vivienne's body. Twisting the corpse this way and that, Mr Bones came to the same conclusion that everyone else already had. \"This fragment of Vivienne is dead. I couldn't quite say why or how though. Perhaps it was an extravagant way of leaving. I suppose I can check if she still exists elsewhere, if it would alleviate concerns.\"\n\nFirst of all, Mr Bones plucked out the rib that had the ritual's participants on it. He reasoned that if any god that had signed it was dead, their name would either no longer appear or would look different. Vivienne's name was still there and so she was probably alive. That or her corpse was still beholden to the rules of the ritual, which seemed a bit more unlikely. Next, he slowly made his way to the hall's wall, a window forming as the god approached. Looking up into the void, Mr Bones attempted to make out the constellations that he had seen in the very first cycles of Gaia's existence If a god as old as Vivienne had died, then an essential part of the cosmos would have been extinguished. Luckily though it seemed that Vivienne's star was still there. Mr Bones looked back at the Calena, lazily pointed out of the window.\n\n\"Her star is still shining. Vivienne, for now, remains alive. As to what happened or why this piece of her decided to collapse, I'm still unsure.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She raised an eyebrow, not comprehending the panic of her siblings. \"What is it that causes you fear?\" She hummed, stepping forward to look down at her collapsed sister once more. \"We all have our vessels. Is it so odd for one of our number to abandon hers with the meeting done?\" As far as she was aware, Vivienne had just abandoned this body, having left to use one of her others. She had plenty of empty puppets back in her Valley, so she wasn't quite sure what all the fuss was about. She squinted at Calena and Ethros, her confusion and judgement clear in her expression. It was pretty apparent that she now thought them to be just a bit thick. Notably, she didn't seem at all worried for their sister, instead looking disinterested.\n\nTriticea Genetrix, the Lord and the Motherlike aspect of the Wheatmother, considered the body and her siblings for a moment more before allowing it to slip into the back of her mind. If her sister and brother wished to fawn over one of their sisters' fallen puppets, she really had no place telling them not to do so. It might seem unbecoming to her, but she was not the authority on what was acceptable and what was not, so she chose to just leave them to their ridiculous panic. Besides, she had places to be now, so she might as well take her leave about now before her siblings began to freak out even more.\n\nA wind blew through the room, the smell of freshly baked bread carried on its scent. The roiling breeze carried the goddess along with it, her form dissolving into grains that blew away on the wind back towards her realm. Her Ceres would need to be taught how to properly harness this magic, after all. She doubted it would be difficult for them to master, smart little things, but they would need that first push. Already, ideas on what to teach them whirled within her mind as she rode the gale down the World Tree back to her Valley of Abundance, leaving only a few grains of rice in her wake scattered across teh floor of the Hall of the Gods."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "The second god of divination's own intuition tingled with several warnings like a lit-up error console, but if he was any bit of concerned about it, he had quite a way of showing it. Aphot continued to play with the excess power that thickened the atmosphere, thoroughly entertained by the little threads he was tugging and weaving and...\n\nAnd then it was all over, and he was back to lazing about as if nothing exciting had ever happened in his life.\n\nHe'd seen the vision clear as day, like a grotesque little cartoon; and like any sensibly demented child, he wanted to reach out, to tie that flesh into knots, to rearrange those teeth in a great big smile, vandalize that throne with its every antithesis- alas, it was but a vision. A fleeting vision that broadened a hollow smile on the trickster's unseen face, veiled gaze settled on Majesty like a snake watching an oblivious child.\n\nHis attention flickered over to Vivienne as the goddess addressed him. At the invitation's manifestation, Aphot inclined his head in thanks- and spoke his first words of the evening, eloquent and light: \"Certainly. I look forward to it.\" He was never one to miss a party.\n\nBut then the air of levity he carried suddenly vanished.\n\nAn icy sliver of ill omen slid through his soul. The notion that something bad... Something *Wrong* Was about to happen, like the feeling of watching an unsteady vase finally fall, or a leaning chair leg giving out, or something... Something...\n\nAphot turned back to stare at Vivienne; and, stars above, he swore he could almost *Taste* It, as if he'd bitten into a necrotic corpse, as if maggots were ravaging his tongue. He watched, enthralled, as a scene replayed that he'd witnessed too many times now: before he could even act, the witch-goddess went down. *Dead.*\n\nAphot stilled. There he remained, statuesque, as his kin either rushed to the goddess's aid, couldn't be bothered, or ignorantly assumed this was an inconsequential incident and left. Some raised very valid questions, questions Aphot even had answers to, but they would go unheard.\n\nHe'd affirm that Mr Bones' was correct: Vivienne was not permanently extinguished just yet, as quickly became evident. Which was a good thing, for several reasons- especially now that, more than ever, curiosity burned in Aphot's chest like a brand to his heart. But he knew he would not find answers here, not at this time.\n\nHis gaze swept over what was left of the congregation once more, before he decided it was time to make his exit. And so like smoke, Aphot dissipated, leaving as quietly as he came."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Majesty wasn't surprised to see a god die. Given her plans, that much had been all but inevitable.\n\nWhat surprised her was that it happened this early, and that *She* Hadn't been the one doing it.\n\nHer shoes clacking against the floor, she slowly and calmly strode across the hall until she stood only a few feet away from the limp corpse that had once been a god. Voices mixed in the air around her, concern and confusion balanced by dismissive nonchalance. Vivienne was dead, and why? Vivienne was not truly dead, so did it even matter?\n\n\"She did not die of her own accord.\" Majesty's voice was hard as stone, her statement a concrete fact. Triticea had left too soon to hear her reply, but once again The Archfiend's words dug like hooks into the souls of the few gods who remained, pulling at their attention with an almost preternatural power. \"We saw her before the end. Her eyes were frightened, confused. She did not *Leave,* She was *Taken* From us.\"\n\nHer index pointed to the floor, and there in the grain of Gaia's wood a faint disturbance could be seen. The Hall was highly resistant to the powers of most gods, being of divine nature itself, but Vivienne's haphazard power had still managed to leave a visible mark. She'd been trying to defend herself, striking out at random against a foe she could not see—not that it had done her any good.\n\n\"We are glad that she is well. But this is a grave matter, not to be dismissed as mere coincidence or curiosity.\" Her fierce red eyes stared at each of the other gods in turn, alight with barely contained fury. *Could it have been any of them?* No, she would have sensed it. The implications, however... \"Something was able to cut down a god in our very sanctuary, before the eyes of more than a dozen of her siblings. If *Any* Of you have an inkling of what may be behind this, however slight, then We urge you to say so now—for your own sake, if not for the rest of us.\"\n\nIt could be a flaw in Vivenne's being. It could be some natural occurrence, a quirk of the universe. But Majesty's intuition told her it was a threat. She was no god of divination, but she did rule over Tyranny, and tyrants were nothing if not paranoid.\n\n*If someone was behind this, if someone murdered a sister in MY fucking Hall—I'll have their head. I'll have their entrails.*"
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*The crystal seemed to dull a little after the ritual was complete, but the sudden drop of one of the gods managed to get a glimmer out of it.*\n\n\"I may only offer theories. Perhaps another part of her oversoul was attacked. And such a thing reflected onto her reflections?\"\n\n*Regardless, Rav'nixander felt this was a good time to take its leave... Almost. Floating near its ostensible allies it projected two small discs of seemingly mundane brassy metal, one for each of Soldr and Suzu.*\n\n\"Mark of passage. To incoming demiplane. Please be wise about who you bring with you.\"\n\n*And with that, the piece of crystal vanished.*"
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*And so another beginning within the beginning of beginnings was etched unto the world, and our Nach stood amidst it all, reveling amidst divine machinations and whatever chaos that was sure to follow.*\n\n*She wore the slightest smile there on that table, the tips of our Nach's little feet rhythmically knocking against a wooden surface. For a melody most magnificent strummed within that mind stricken by madness, a mind wandering free of this creature's body. The gods etched their will unto the world and changed everything forevermore, a sweeping revolution for the world of mortals would thus necessarily precipitate the Nachening's own diabolical play. How exciting, how so very exciting indeed! Our Nach could hardly contain her anticipation, as she so often did the mad god begun to wriggle and writhe. Caught within her own embrace she squeezed, swaying from side to side with a giggle.* \"Ehehehehee~! Oooo... Aaahhhahahaa~...\"\n\n*Alas wonder was fleeting, and a matter most desire urged wondering of another kind.*\n\n*Vivienne's abrupt demise followed by an uproar among the gods was enough, after awhile, for our Nach's wandering mind to be anchored back into reality. The mad god's watchful gaze rearing around unto the lifeless vessel, those eyes of burgundy broadened and subsequently dimmed.* \"Moffly...? Our beloved friendly friend Moffly... Down she fell, dropped, pitter pattered parted apart...\" \n\n*Our Nach's voice was jarring, it didn't harbour it's usual bombastic energy nor was it alight by whatever madness she was spewing. But it wasn't all too sorrowful, no instead our Nach's voice was lost. As though she'd recalled something, a faint fleeting memory stricken by curiosities and confusion, muddled by an absence and simultaneously abundance of detail. Her eyes were devoid of colour, the light which sparkled so brightly behind them was now lacking.*\n\n\"Ghastly.\"\n\n*She rummaged deep within that skull of hers, thoughtfully stroking the lengths of her hair.* \"A god such as she, to have pitter patter parted apart at the blink of an eye... That is the work of something, something certainly curious.\" \n\n*She blinked once, then twice, and suddenly her eyes were again alight. Her face affixed with a broad sinister smile of knives and eyes of a lingering hunger to them. She leapt off the table, swiftly scurrying toward the remains of dear Vivienne and declared before the remaining gods of something most foul.* \n\n\"Aahhh~! Fell, fell did she! By something of a kind, a kind like us perhaps? Like us and yet not, a creature of a kind spoken of by our dear Tim-Tim. He spoke of a creature, a blighted beast who sought the death of life and thus the gods-... It attacked him saids he, and now it may have attacked her think me! Hypocritical it is though, saids I! Quite!\" *She put particularly emphasis on \"Hypocritical\", she followed with shouting, as though the creature responsible was still present.* \"If YOU seek DEMISE, then CAST THYSELF into the ABYSS! KILL YOURSELF YOU COWARD-! Or... Or better yet! Ahahahahahaaaa! Much-much better, you'd like this...\" \n\n*Her smile broadened, and as if to challenge this creature she shouted again.* \"KILL ME! Kill me now, you coward! Be our guest, we're life after all most certainly we are! Not just life either, so go ahead! KILL ME, you COWARD! C'mon! Do it, we're right here!\" *She pat herself on the head furiously.* \"KILL US, COWARD. We won't even be upset, not a bit! But you'd better make it good, quite-quite good! COWY-COWARD!\""
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd remained silent in this entire exchange, though he was not unmoved by the events unfolding before him. He wasn't sure what had happened, but clearly something had gone wrong.\n\nWas this a result of the ritual? Had they truly deviated from the will of Gaia? It seemed unlikely. In that case, surely it would have struck out against the lot of them, no?\n\nBut, ultimately, the reason *Why* Was largely irrelevant. *Something* Had struck down one of his little sisters right in front of him. \n\nFurious hatred burned in the god of monsters, fuming deep within the heart of the great deer. He was the older brother, *Their* Older brother. It was his duty to watch over the younger gods, and he had promised China, Gaia's oldest child, to do just that.\n\nThe seam running down Wyrd's chest shuddered and writhed subtly, claws and teeth and tendrils slipping briefly from within before disappearing back inside, an open display of his vengeful intent. \n\nThen, abruptly, Wyrd forced himself to calm down. Taking a deep breath, the god of monsters looked forward, arching his neck down to look at Vivienne's unmoving form.\n\nHe would not let this happen again."
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"author": "The Unending",
"message": "*Satisfaction. Pride. Glee.*\n\nEmotions swirled with a long-awaited victory. A plan long forged. Its near-imprisonment at the hands of Timsa'allah may have slowed it, but it could not be stopped. For far too long the moth evaded its grasp. Ever since that first encounter, where it stopped to gloat, and subsequently allowed her escape, she had avoided it. Always hopping from fragment to fragment, her realm constantly adrift, she had kept up on her vigilance. There was one spot, however. One where she had not thought to look. A place she had not even considered as an *Option.* Her own creation. Her own downfall. *Dream.*\n\nBeings of flesh and blood, New Gods with their permanent forms, all who entered Dream entered through but a fragment of their soul, the rest left behind to sleep upon the world. Yet it was not a being of flesh and blood. Neither was it a fledgeling deity, tethered to their body, unable to truly free themselves. It was an Old God. Free from the chains of body and form. Where others had a vessel on the other side they needed to maintain, it had no such need. It had slipped through the cracks of the demiplane effortlessly, and sifted through dream after dream after dream until it found the master of dreams herself. Always sleeping. Always present. Always residing over the plane, growing her realm, *Dreaming.*\n\nIt had caught her unaware. She truly knew how to let her guard down. Her consciousness, her *Being* Had writhed in its grasp, trying to slip out, to escape, to awake. But its grasp was unfailing. From there, it had just been the simple matter of following that thread of *Being* And reaching over it, grasping at every disparate and disconnected self she had. One by one by one. Slowly, surely, with every new shred of her being brought across the veil, her connection to reality weakened. Faltered. Dimming like a dying flame until the last fragment crossed the veil and...\n\n*Silence.*\n\nThe consciousness in the beast's hands wavered formlessly, emotions scrawled across it like a child's drawing. *Confusion. Terror. Despair.* With empty eyes, the monster stared into all that was of Vivienne. All of her thoughts, her feelings, her plans, and her memories laid bare. She could no longer hear the whisper of her mortals' prayers. She could no longer feel her connection to her realm. Even her connection to Gaia was tenuous at best, as though the beast could reach out and sever it with a gesture. Under the scrutiny of something so much more powerful than her, she felt she could do nothing but shrink in and hope she didn't die. She did not know how lucky she was. The beast, however, was more than aware how lucky it was.\n\nWordlessly, the beast rolled up the mass of being that was Vivienne as though she were a ball of putty, and carelessly tossed her deeper into the dream. Before she came to her senses, before she realized this was *Her* Plane and it could not touch her here, it needed to leave. To simply walk out, lock the door behind it, and to come back at the end of this cycle when she was the last living deity left. If she wanted to avoid it so badly, then fine, she wouldn't see it for the rest of this world's life. And to make sure she *Truly* Had no way back, it simply reach out again, through all the little cracks in the veil her being had been seeping through, and followed the traces back to their source. Vessel after empty vessel, devoid of master, ripe for the taking. \n\nThe beast's own being slipped again through the seams, through the great veil and into their new vessels. Formless though it was, it did have favored shapes, and one as... Small and even as this was... *Less than ideal.* Its consciousness poured into the vessel like water pour into a pot, learning and filling and *Tethering* To it. The feeling of *Body* Was unfamiliar. Uncomfortable. But any tool that could help it further its undying will was worthy of use.\n\nOn the floor of the Hall of the Gods, Vivienne's body twitched. A small movement at first, followed by a more noticeable one. Body moved, limbs adjusted, starting clumsy, but slowly learning. Like a puppet controlled by an amateur. Arms worked under the body and pushed up. Knees brought under and propped up. Body straightened up. One foot moved and planted on flat ground, followed by a second, and a full lift. The mouth fell open, moved as though it were trying to speak, but no words came. *Troublesome.* The mouth snapped shut, and instead the wind stirred, speaking a language none here knew, yet all understood.\n\n*... Ah hello... Siblings of mine...*"
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "The sky god sighed at Majesty's words, \"I have no idea. I wish I did, but I do not. This disturbs me greatly.\"\n\nThen Ethros turned to listen to Nach as she spoke semi-coherently, speaking of a godly being who sought to kill other gods. Admittedly, he still had to run her sentences back in his head once to parse out her meaning, but he got there quicker than rest of her speech patterns.\n\nHe hummed thoughtfully, wondering if he too would eventually meet this creature. He couldn't say he wanted to, but it was likely to be inevitable.\n\nIf he only knew how right he was.\n\nIt was the vibration from the body that got his attention. He felt the slight vibrations that emanated through the floor from the corpse, and whipped his head around to witness the desecration that was taking place in this assembly of gods.\n\n\"What in the name of Gaia?\" He muttered, somewhat slack-jawed, as the thing overtook the body, and slowly shambled to Its feet. He watched in stunned silence as It moved, It opened Its mouth, and failed to speak.\n\nThen there was the whisper on the wind, or was it a shout? A scream?\n\nHe snarled, raising his hand as energy gathered into a form not unlike a spear. What it became was a crackling, hissing lightning bolt in his right hand, infused with enough force to blast a hole straight through a mountain.\n\n\"Identify yourself.\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "After Soldr had disintegrated the crystalized energy and released his magic back into the Barrens, he watched the others form their own magics. It seemed like he'd been among the last: Vivenne was peeling crystals off herself, and Silly's squiggles were whirling around her. That left just Majesty. He was wondering what she got out of all of this, and to be totally honest, Rav'nixander and Onesifi's suspicions had rubbed off on him a bit. He stared into space as he witnessed Majesty's vision. Was *That* Her magic? He watched as the terrible monster, dwarfing even a dragon tore out a stake and hammered a terrible wiggling thing to the wall of creation. He rarely felt fear, but whatever it was had managed to unnerve him.\n\nHe blinked, and then he was back in the hall of the gods, staring at Majesty. For a moment, he considered that perhaps he had just imagined it. But it was far too vivid, too real to be any day dream. Most likely it had been Majesty creating her magic. What had that horrid thing been? He supposed it'd be a question for another time.\n\nAt first, his suspicions that she was up to something had seemingly been confirmed when Vivienne appeared to drop dead. But she was as confident as ever when she outlined possible causes, and Mr. Bones's reasoning was sound. Soldr was himself a relatively young god, and didn't know much about the mechanics of how god's died or were taken or lost some of their souls.\n\n\"You think so? That does seem to add up.\" Soldr said, accepting the disk from Rav'ni. Once it became apparent that Vivienne was alive, that had cut the tension in the room quite a bit. Still, he felt it would be a little inappropriate to announce a rager at Rav'nixander's demiplane right then so he resolved to do so after the affair had resolved.\n\nAs Nach ranted on, Soldr had vaulted over the table, approaching Vivienne's body, though at a bit more distance than Calena or the others who were close with her. \n\n\"Like another god? Or something else?\" Soldr asked Nach. He'd decided that there was a method to her madness, and for all her noisiness she seemed to be very knowledgeable. And sure enough, seconds later Vivienne rose, seemingly coming back to life before his eyes."
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Leaning back from the body, Calena was relieved to hear that Vivienne somehow was still alive, even if this form was gone.\n\nGone, or taken? Majesty and Nach were implying that Vivienne's form was killed, which Calena had no idea was even possible. *I mean, who... Or maybe even, what... Could kill a god? Especially at the source of our power, at Yggrdrasil? Her siblings spoke of a creature, a creature that attacked gods... But Bones said Vivienne was still alive, so where is she?* \n\nHowever she had no time to further ponder this idea as Vivienne's body twitched and began moving. Calena yelped, scrambling towards Wyrd and Soldr. Even though they were bigger and more intimidating than some of her siblings, she felt a sense of security being at least near them. She definitely knew they could throw down if needed. \n\nCalena's grip tightened around her staff as she stood up, her formal wear shifting back to her dark mountaineer clothes. Quickly looking at her siblings, she tried to assess what the next course of action would be, as a low voice echoed through the minds of everyone in the Hall. \n\n*...Ah hello... Siblings of mine...*\n\nYeah nope. This was not cool. It didn't matter that Calena had only met Vivienne today, she was her sister, and *Nobody* Messed with kin. \n\nEven if this strange new entity inside her body said it was her sibling too."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "A blighted beast, Nach said. An enemy capable of striking down the gods themselves. Majesty's expression was grim as stone, but deep within a part of her thrilled at the prospect. She wouldn't call it *Good* News, of course, but a crisis like this presented... Certain unique opportunities.\n\nSo she did not withdraw, nor even back away, when the dead body of Vivienne the Witch rose from the floor like a twisted marionette. The sight drew a brief tremor of revulsion out of her expression, but no sooner had this appeared than she stamped it out with an iron will, forcibly returning herself to a state of icy calm. The future Queen of the gods could *Not* Be seen to back down, least of all when her subjects needed her most.\n\nShe fixed the beast, the pretender, with a glare that could have struck mortals dead on the spot. \"You,\" She said, \"Have no *Right* To call yourself our sibling.\"\n\nNot just hers. Majesty spoke for everyone in the hall, everyone who'd helped her bring magic into the world. She had Ethros by her side, lightning spear at the ready. Her hand reached out to gently rest on Nach's shoulder, protective. \n\n\"You have harmed Our sister in this cherished sanctuary. You have made a mockery of her elegant form. You are beyond forgiveness, and hardly deserve atonement.\" The utter disdain with which she spat out the words could not be overstated. It was as if all the anger in the room was being focused through her, and directed upon the wretched being that had dared to offend them all so. \n\n\"Consider it a generosity that We offer this: abandon her form, surrender yourself now, and We will make your punishment swift.\" Her eyes narrowed. \"Refuse, and you will come to wish that We had merely struck you down.\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Cowy-cow-cow...\" *Our Nach's voice was wracked by a slew of conflicting emotions, those eyes of looming madness lingering around their defiled Vivienne with an aching heart and a rocking mind. This creature so curious appears within the guise of their beloved moffly friend, and touts a lie often told? This creature who stole away their beloved moffly friend, and now seeks to impede their party? For what? Hatred of all life?*\n\n*Our Nach found beauty in many things, she saw splendor and wonder and whimsy and spectacle in everything. For everything was an opportunity for change, everything was ultimately of the Nachening. Indeed this creature undeniably imposed change of its own, and it sowed chaos with its actions in pursuit of ending all life. For that she couldn't fault this thing, it was admirable in that respect-... It's just that... Well it's just that our Nach wished to impose a change of her own. A change which bound this creature to a band, a harp of its bone and intestines, a xylophone of the ribcage, a drum of its skull and skin, a lovely guitar fashioned from its pieces.*\n\n*If there was anything more pathetic than the preservation of stagnation, it was the hatred of life and insistence of genocide. How dreadfully dull, how utterly inane and worthless...* \"You'd certainly make a better xylophone, you would... Oh you would, you would indeed... Bing bang ding ding ting clink clang.\"\n\n\"Another god perhaps, something else? Perhaps-perhaps... An older one, a kind of another make.\" *Majesty's grasp was followed by our Nach leaning into the Archfiend, fidgeting with herself as she continued rambling on.* \"Nearly slay Tim-Tim it did, before it fled... Other gods has it felled yes-yes, indeedly. Moffly encountered it before too before she did, said before again she pitter pattered apart. Saw she did in dreams, dreams she thought prophetic! Dreams... It came to where she slept and tried a hand at having her sleep forever then too it did. Like, like it'd turned the dreaming dreams against her!\"\n\n\"Now she sleeps... Sleeping of a kind. But not just this Moffly, another Moffly we witnessed pitter patter apart, as did the others of her realm they did! This cowy-cow-cow struck them all, all at once.\""
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Well that was unexpected. Mr Bones simply stared at Vivienne's corpse, attempting to get even a bit of information from whatever possessed it. Certainly not a voice that Mr Bones recognised, nor was it something that Mr Bones would expect any other god to do. If Mr Bones had to guess, *This* Was the threat. All the other gods seemed to be quick to threaten whatever had just arrived. Mr Bones was a bit more interested in finding out just what it was, couldn't fight something that no one knew anything about. For now, his only input was a simple question.\n\n\"Who, what, are you?\""
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "The ritual was completed, but a sense of unease nagged at Bea's mind. She thought nothing of it now, but she'd likely come up with half a dozen idiotic theories of its cause once she was back home at her treehouse.\n\nShe did not leave yet, though she faded into the background as the meeting continued, dragged out by the death of a god. She shrank back in her seat, tail wound around her chair, cloak lengthening to hide her body. Or perhaps she had just gotten smaller, her form reacting to the emotional turmoil of seeing her sibling struck down so suddenly.\n\nAs she had been for most of the meeting, she was silent, staring at Vivienne's body as it was manipulated by that... *Creature* While her siblings spoke out. She did not offer her advice, nor did she take a turn bombarding the Unending. She just sat there, posture tense, eyes wide, half-heartedly scribbling on the piece of paper Majesty had given her.\n\nShe was supposed to be recording the events of the ritual. That's what Majesty had asked of her. This, though not a part of the ritual, seemed more than important. She marked it down on her paper, but she was distracted and running out of space, her drawing taking a sharp turn for the sloppy and chaotic as soon as all *This* Started happening.\n\nShe glanced towards Majesty as she spoke of banishing the thing, and nodded along silently. She didn't feel like talking right now, but she was still here despite her inaction, and she'd be on board to help get rid of whatever this thing was. It was creepy and mean. Bea hated that."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"No.\" *Our Nach however took great issue with all the abomination before them suggested, these eyes of lingering madness reflecting that creature's hate back onto them.* \"The Unwendvig? Pffft, it's no pleasure... No pleasure of even a kind to meet a creature with such an inconceivably sshhhtupid name! Unwendvig? There's no spark, there's no tune nor song nor colour. There's only noise, noise conceived to grate against your ears for a wretched confluence of tactless depth and blunted purpose. If that really is your name then you were given it by another who hates you so, or... You hate yourself. For perhaps the cowy-cower isn't such a hypo-crit-ee creature as we suspected... You've maligned your own image for what you are and yet you've convinced yourself in spite of this that you've meaning. You've deluded yourself so spectacularly that there's purpose in, this, that you continue on in spite of your own inherent absurdity.\"\n\n*She paused, considering her next words very carefully with a tap of her cheek.*\n\n\"No... No, perhaps you're just really bad at naming things, no matter, we give you a new name! A better one, cowy-cow-cower... You're Alwenduvag the Cowy-Cow-Cower. At least now, your name won't be so dreadfully dull like your colours... Or... Lack thereof.\" *If however that abomination could hear any of these deranged ramblings was hard to say, for Majesty mustered a barrier to impede them from listening sometime between what our Nach was saying. She however either didn't seem to mind or just didn't notice, for she buried her head in her hands and pressed it against Majesty.* \"Throw it away say-we, throw the cowy-cow-cower away for it's dull, uninteresting, mean, and a wretched liar to boot. Indeedly, indeedly... It's a fanciful liar... It certainly would have killed our beloved friend moffly in a heartbeat had it not purpose within her vessel. We think it, unlikely, it'd kill her if we shut the doors we think... We think.\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Majesty had barely given the order to attack when Soldr moved, holding up his palm at The Unending as if to say 'Halt.' The energy he'd been charging was still there, just waiting. And then, he released it\n\n**FTHOOOOOOM**\n\nA huge pillar of brilliant orange energy shooting out. Looking at the beam would be like looking as the sun, and anything it touched would be torn apart molecule by molecule. Any mortal would be reduced to a pile of ashes. The force from the blast was blowing Soldr's hair back, and even those near it would feel the air tremble from the force of the blast.\n\n\"I thought you'd never ask.\" Soldr said, grinning, showing fanglike teeth. He was actually a little excited. He'd wondered for months what it would be like to face another god in combat. Soldr didn't even know if it would actually do anything to The Unending, but he had been itching to try it. The only thing that had been holding him back was the possible ire of the other gods, and now he was fixing to throw down with whatever that thing was."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*The Unending respite began following a sudden sharp shriek of a violin, in an instant did all the noises, all the colours, all the tricks, all the illusions, all the theatrics cease. So too did the harrowing music orchestrated by our Nach deafen, curiously however the accompanying musicians remained. Still as stone, but nonetheless present.*\n\n*Our Nach though was certainly worse for wear, falling limply unto the floor.* \"Ow.\"\n\n*Her little legs crisscrossed together, the arachnid limbs protruding free of her flesh held aloft at her sides twitching and writhing like an insect crushed beneath your heel grasping for life. The mad god's hair completely obscuring their chest, and partly veiling the gaping hole in her chest which gushed blood. Streaks of blood dressed our Nach's skin in macabre fashion, her clothes dyed a similar crimson red. Vivienne's shattered discarded skull rolling by the mad god's twitching limbs, a couple lightly tapping its surface as though they were testing the waters, nibbling at the flesh.*\n\n*Our Nach made no effort to interrupt the Unending's speech, nor did she interject for its performance, no she was indeed remarkably still! Uncannily so, unnerving even.. The Unending knew little of this creature but it summarized it was acting, unnatural. Just before it was ricocheting off the halls, laughing and rambling, assailing them with seizure inducing colours and noises and tastes and pain. Now however it induced another kind of wrongness, a lingering weight at the back of their skull.. Did the madness ever really end?*\n\n\"Ehehehee...\" *An insidious giggling, and a cock of her head. She was bleeding an awful lot, and yet the Unending recognized beneath all that hair a smile.* \"Thannkings you~! We thankings you, creature! Our differences have we but a recognition of talent we share, your song was.. Most marvelous. You say you've forgotten, forgotten the wonder of it all? Mm, alas it'd seem you were never really alive then. Not until now.\"\n\n*Her head fell forward, limp, she was bleeding an awful-awful lot.*\n\n\"A musician you should be~! An eternity you have for your craft, wasted... Alas! Alas! AhaHAaaaa~!\" *She shakily rose to her little feel, another sudden gush of blood erupting from her chest. Incentivizing the mad god to pool some of it into her little hands, to cup it, and to drink.* \"Mmmm... So much feeling, so much passion! We'll sing, sing together we must. So thus must all immortals sing, among eternity!\"\n\n*She was bleeding an awful, awful-awful lot. The blood which gushed free of our Nach flooded the hall, but __only the Unending and her could see that they all stood amidst our Nach's blood__. Wading through a veritable crimson mire of writhing ichor, see within its reflection the many faces of Nach and marvel. See within the many eyes of many Nachs the people she's touched, the memories of a broken mind, the scornful gaze of another cruel mother. Her eyes bored into the Unending's chasms, and for a moment it seemed Gaia herself was staring down the beast. But that was impossible, right?*\n\n\"...Blood! Blood! Gallons of the stuff! I gave you all that you could drink and it has never been enough~! I gave you BLOOD! Blood! Blood! BLOOD! Blood! Blooooood~!\" *Again did the musicians play their heinous music, and only now did it become apparent.* \"I'm the kinda Nackly wreckage that yah love~!\" \n\n*The madness, the madness never ends.*\n\n*Once again our Nach assailed the Unending's senses, all the same tricks as before except now he stood among blood. It stood among the blood of she they hurt, a reflection of the many gods it vanquished before- a monument to all its sins. The blood ebbed and flowed casting reflections of reflections, distant distorted memories entangled within a nonsensical web. Waves of ichor rattled these halls crashing down upon the beast, streaks chewing against its flesh like searing knives.*\n\n*Why did the other gods not react? Why did they not see it as they did, was this another of this foul beast's tricks?*\n\n*But looking at them only raised more questions, for now mirror images of each god stood alongside the real thing. These projections intermingle with a slew of clashing colours and flashing lights. Our Nach however stood still, arms crossed across their gaping wound, smiling and waving at the beast.*"
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "Ethros, for his part, was glad to see that he had hurt the Unending. That was always reassuring, that though this beast was powerful, it was far from insurmountable. However, the way it seemed to move, and then devoured the eldritch divinity alarmed him greatly.\n\nHe snarled, as the Unending harmed Nach. This could be a major problem.\n\nHe began to charge a blast of lightning, but just as he raised his spear, the foul thing assumed what the Sky God had presumed to be something close to its true form, and Ethros just stopped.\n\nHe just. Stopped. The spear dissipated into nothing. He felt the pain of the attacks they had thrown against the being, but it was nothing compared to the enmity this being felt toward Gaia.\n\nFor what? \n\nBeing immortal? \n\nThe Mother not waking up?\n\n\"Heh.\"\n\nEthros actually dared to look at the Uneneding and laugh, and laugh, and laugh some more. Yet, even as he did so, something was deeply unsettling about him. His great bellows of amusement also began to hold cruelty in them, a sincere malice that he had never displayed before.\n\n\"Was that supposed to be it?\"\n\nEven as he spoke, his body morphed. His robe turned turned a dark gray as his entire body turned a deep blue, a blue that was almost black. His fingers were covered in black gauntlets, materialized shadows formed into obsidian armor.\n\n\"Mother wouldn't wake up, and you couldn't handle it? Couldn't handle the centuries? You FOOL!\"\n\nEthros' voice was at once amused and scolding, and the shadow-forged armor covered his torso, along with a deceptively simple band of black metal serving as a crown. All along the breastplate, faces were shown in many expressions, from joy to sorrow to humor to agony.\n\n\"You want your rest? Fine! You can be ripped apart and devoured, and rest in oblivion!\"\n\nThis was a new part of his personality, something brought about by pure scorn. His eyes, rather than the white starlight, were now the bright red-orange of a red giant star. Shadows poured from him.\n\nThe darkness formed into shapes, serpent-headed and clawed tendrils that grabbed, sliced, and bit down whenever they could. Ethros, however, formed a simple black shield with a roaring face on the front, and a sword in the right hand. He stomped forward, continually spawning more shadowstuff to keep the Unending occupied. \n\nThe faces of his armor shuddered, then opened wide, as an audible laughing could be heard from them, even as Ethros would move to carve through the abomination."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr didn't even blink when his claw tore through Argraothrust, the dead god falling to the floor in pieces. When the unending tore a huge hunk out of his side, that did it. He let out of a hiss of pain, releasing his axe to clutch at his side. He recovered quickly, and with the Unending now behind him, he lashed at it with the bladelike tip of his long tail while he whirled around.\n\n**\"WHEN I CHOP SOMEONE'S HEAD OFF THEY USUALLY HAVE THE COURTESY TO STAY DOWN.\"** Soldr said. The wound wasn't bleeding so much as the edges seemed to be burning red hot, as if his inside was made of coal and ember's. He yanked on the axe's handle. It stretched, bending and twisting and turning into a long chain with a giant axe head at the end. \n\n**\"I'LL JUST HAVE TO CUT YOU INTO SMALLER PIECES!\"** He laughed. Soldr liked to fight, and hadn't had anyone strong enough to truly challenge him since he'd become a god. He didn't care who got in his way, he wanted to fight the Unending and win and didn't even care if it killed him. He gave zero indication that he had heard Majesty's orders, but all the same did as she asked, swinging the chain faster and faster to gather momentum before sending the axe-head flying at the unending. The whole thing was made of raw destructive energy, and even touching the chain would cause anyone in its way to become unmade. Soldr seemed to be even more reckless than usual in this form, but he at least had the presence of mind to make a token effort to stay at an angle with the Unending that the other's weren't between him and it. It would probably be a good idea to stay that way.\n\nIf the Unending was paying really good attention, she'd notice that his throat was swelling up, almost like a bullfrog's. Embers of brilliant white flame were leaking from his teeth. Most noticeably, he'd shut up since he'd started doing that. It looked like he was readying something powerful..."
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"author": "stormzx",
"message": "\"Alcohol would be superfluous.\" Autos did not look over at the newcomer as he arrived, continuing to study the water clock with some intrigue. Two of his mechanical limbs did turn to point in his direction when the man stepped into the same area as the machine god, studying him. It did not seem necessary to one such as he to be provided refreshment given their status. They were deities and required no food and drink to accomplish their respective purposes. As such, it would be an unnecessary addition to the location.\n\nAfter a moment, Autos finally turned his metal body to face the deity, bridging his fingers in front of him. \"Who are you?\" The inquiry was blunt and to the point, carrying the usual trend of emotionlessness that characterised Autos' manner of speaking."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"Not a killjoy...\" Dagon said with an equal sense of bluntness his attention away from the walking talking sowing machine. He continues on his way hoping to find someone that had more of a charm then whatever this new guy was supposed to be... And snacks, he wouldn't mind a snack, a cup of hard liquor, and something to smoke on. Not to mention a soft seat and something put his legs up, oh yeah, he's gonna relax when he returns to Eson. \n\n\"Dont let any of your mechanical juices fall in that water, you might ruin its beauty with your runoff, ya know I met a creature that is the opposite of you, instead of industry, its nature... Now that would be an intriguing interaction\""
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"author": "smftyy1",
"message": "```can I join this? Im looking for a new rp and I wanna meet Henryc Or dagon so that the battle can happen (in an arena) ```\n\n```dagon/henryc said I can join so im joining```"
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"author": "smftyy1",
"message": "Tipota had been closely watching this interaction from afar. He had interest in this new Deity. It seemed the near opposite of Autos. Instead of Calculation, feeling instead of indifference to emotion it was extreme emotion. It was an utterly unnecessary God. And tipota liked it. Because he thought 'If we can do anything. Why not do it all? ' Tipota was extremely interested and entered the Hall."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"Not a maiden in sight, should make some automaton maids to fill my Forge, does that make me sound like a perv?\". Unless the automatons are made specifically to resemble maidens, fine skin, fair hair, and legs... Actually you know what? The more he thinks about it the more pervy it sounds, now who the hell has been spying on him? \"Took you long enough, did the smell of pollution keep you away?\" He asks the newcomer actually giving his attention to something other then the pool."
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"author": "smftyy1",
"message": "\"Yes actually it did. \" Tipota walked to the deity. He wanted to observe and understand the source of such emotional thinking. Tipota in general just wanted to meet as many new thinking styles as possible. \"My name is Tipota God of Thought. What is yours? \" Tipota felt this being contained lots of violence... He waited"
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"Call me Dagon\" He outstretched a hand to the other deity waiting for him to shake it. Placing the other hand behind his back in a formal matter to say the least. Or as formal as a God could look around another one. \"Did the high consistency of our siblings bring you here? Or you made a pit stop on your travels?\""
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"author": "smftyy1",
"message": "\"Hello dagon, my name is... Wait I already said that. Uh no I came here because I was looking for some people. \" Tipota firmly shakes dagon's hand. Tipota finds this deity much more informal and yet friendlier.\n\nTipota says \"Good to meet a friendlier and more informal God. I am tired of the awkward or unlikable type. \""
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"The kind of ones that make thier Godhood thier personality? Yes many of our brothers and sisters will play that part in this great stage\" He agreed as Dagon even though hasn't met any arrogant gods yet, knows they exist when you have this much power at your fingertips. Some will let it get to their heads."
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"author": "smftyy1",
"message": "\"Not just them... There are many irritating gods. (In his mind Tipota thought of Autos) that are just irritating. Many gods are just unlikable in that way.\" Tipota finally found someone who understands. Tipota also summons a German beer can into dagon's right hand... \"Good to meet someone that understands. \" Tipota likes this one. No Unnecessary coating and no irritating ways of speech (or thought)."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "Dagon looks at the beer and tiltes his head he shrugs and chugs the beer in a single gulp, allowing the empty can to balance at the end of his finger. \"Uniqueness is a charm many seek, even if they sound like a jackass, whatever impresses the mortals i guess\""
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*A faint pull under the light of the four pointer stars, a message in smallest slivers of crystal slipping along the roots to the terrestial holdings of gods.*\n\n\"Low emittance form. Wander to hall. Do not invoke names.\"\n\n*One god is excluded from this message sent by the god of mortal works, after all the actual presence of Edon did nothing to help with the previous attempt at dealing with the issue of his malevolence...*\n\n*And in the hall itself, a figure so close to mortal sits waiting at the head of the table with a crystal-covered hand clutched tight to a decorated staff. Rav'nixander in mortal guise, hoping beyond hope that by the time the god of 'fate' realizes this meeting was happening, it would be far too late to stop its work.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The first to arrive was Triticea, and it was fairly clear from her stormy expression that not only was she rather unhappy with the summons, she had sent her Pueri aspect again. \"What. WHAT. WHAT?!\" She stamped her foot on the ground, with only Rav'nixander as her witness as she all but threw a tantrum in the middle of the hall. \"Can't a goddess get a little peace and quiet to do her job around this tree anymore?\" She looked rather like she wanted to reach out and strangle Rav, but if she truly did she elected not to. She had already wasted all this time to come out here and answer his summons. It would be even more of a waste if she just throttled this brother of hers here and now. \n\nShe had no idea what a *Low emittance form* Even was, so she had simply chosen to show up in her humanoid form as she normally did to rituals and meetings with the other gods. Fortunately, this was probably the least conspicious of all of her forms, since she tended to be more liberal with her powers when in her casual shapes, namely that of the locust and her true form. \"It's ALWAYS one thing after another!\" She continued to loudly complain, \"Can't you guys do anything for yourselves?!\" She flailed her arms around, before suddenly freezing in place.\n\nHer entire posture seemed to change as a bit of her other aspect began to join the Child here. Her form grew almost older, and she coughed into her fist. \"Right. Sorry for that. I wasn't happy about being interrupted by one of you.\" She deadpanned. \"Again.\" Seriously, between Bea's incursion into her realm and the sun ritual that had taken far longer than it needed to, it seemed like the other gods were set on wasting her precious time. At least to her, that was the way it seemed. With a bit of her more mature aspect in her, she seemed to settle down, though she still seemed fairly displeased as she took a seat in one of the chairs in the Hall. \"This had better be good...\" She grumbled, since she *Was* Still majority Pueri."
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "Suzuhime was third to show up including Rav, which was kind of odd given that she had been... Well she had mostly been sticking to her own teritory the past few years, either dormant or just quiet but she was here now... Still... On the quieter end of the spectrum even as she was here though quickly looking for a place where she wouldn't quite stand out so much... But not really finding one... And realizing that it wouldn't really mater that much any way given physicality wasn't her default state in the first place.\n\n\"Agian...? Is... Some one else sending mass messages? Do... Ummmm we need to enact some kind of spam filter but for like powers?\""
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "\"A fine thought, Suzuhime. Perhaps a ritual to establish an *Official* Channel of communication, hmm?\"\n\nA secretive meeting? Of course Majesty was going to poke her nose into this. Though her voice sounded far higher-pitched than usual, and distinctly more adorable. The Archfiend's usual forms were about as showy and eye-catching as one could get, and to fit the clandestine theme of this particular get-together she'd had to think a little outside the box.\n\nHence her current shape: a short red-skinned demon child with pointy ears and little flapping chicken-size wings, all dressed up in a dainty barmaid's outfit. She did a little twirl as she came in, and giggled at the assembled gods.\n\n*Behold: the great and terrible Mini-Maj!*\n\n\"So what's this all about, Mister R? Must be quite important if you're being so cloak-and-dagger about it.\""
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "Mere seconds after the message had been sent out, Onesifi appeared in a flash of dark light, shedding their gown for a simpler dark hooded robe. They looked around, confirming a few facts for themself. First, the message seemed to have, as they had suspected, sent by Rav'Nixander, who had been standing in its mortal form at the head of the table. And secondly, they had not been the only one to be invited to this meeting. Triticea, Suzuhime and... A short demon with an air of dominance despite her cuteness; a new, weirder form of Majesty was their best guess, considering the strength of the aura - had all arrived before them. Whatever this was must have been even more important than they had anticipated.\n\nAnd, considering the nature of this meeting, they had some work to do. First they flew up on their heron wings, scanning every corner of the room for hidden eyes and potential vulnerabilities. Thankfully finding none, they had split off a small part of themself into an invisible watcher - the part that immediately started patrolling the area around the hall for any intruders - although they were not quite sure what they had been looking for.\n\nThe basic security ensured, their main consciousness gave a curtsy to everyone present, rattling off a few greetings to the invited \"Suzuhime, I am glad to see you well. Triticea, my gratitude for your role in the Starlight ritual. Your Majesty, I shall second the gratitude... And would also like to compliment you on your new form. It is very... Sweet.\" It was clear that this form of the Archfiend threw Onesifi quite a bit off, despite their attempts to hide the fact.\n\n_ _\nWith these formalities taken care of, Onesifi turned towards the host of the meeting. \"And your role is much appreciated as well, Rav'Nixander; but I do believe there are more important matters at hand, considering the urgency and secrecy of this message. I have made some arrangements, and this place seems to be quiet enough for a secret meeting; for the moment, at least. I would advise to close off teleportation the moment we gather the bare minimum of deities required for whatever you desire.\" They snapped their fingers as if to punctuate their next question. \"By the way, I would be very grateful if the purpose of this meeting was to be established as soon as possible.\""
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Hmm? Another call? In... Secret? Oooo I can dress up special~... Though I cannot wear it twice? Ugghh so limiting... But it's a **Meeting**... So I must go~\n\nMaybe something... Off-brand of me? Ooo maybe something SAGE would go for, she doesn't like these so this should be secreted well~... But maybe I should go something completely random? I suppose I should~\n\nSo many siblings here too... I wonder why we were called though...\n\n```img is form she took for this meeting```"
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Savarii was ever curious and ever cautious. She didn't just teleport or appear into the hall of the gods. She didn't appear in a easily visible or discernable form and approached doing her best to hide her divinity among all the other gods that were forming this large party. The form she sent was weak, a fraction of a fraction of a fraction... A mere piece of her larger form, aiming to make it easy to lose her divinity in such a big gathering. She had dropped her regal, disquieting aesthetic meant to capture attention, hold it and perturb those who looked upon it for too long. She normally wouldn't walk into something that could be so obviously a trap. A \"Secret meeting\", \"Come quietly\", \"Other gods you don't know will be here\"... Sounded like a perfect setup to a murder plot. Instead, at least for the moment, she wanted to be a fly on the fall while she ascertained the situation... Quite literally. \n\nIn fact, one would instead probably say spider on the wall... \n\nSavarii had merely detached one of the many swarming bugs that rested within her body and made up her divine form. A spider, relatively large, but not enough to attract too much attention. It had bright red eyes and its head was oddly shaped to have a bit of a crown, but all these \"Unique details\" Were hard to tell at a first glance, even a second or third. It appeared these little \"Fashion choices\" Were mostly for Savarii at the moment to still feel elegant and \"Well dressed\" For whatever party this might be. This form still allowed her to move around sneakily, hide among the other divine beings in the room that she hoped could mask her presence yet, should she need to, she could easily participate or speak into the ears of whatever god she could climb onto.\n\nThe small arachnid crawls into the hall from above, using her webbing to carefully drop in from the further corner of the ceiling. She remained unaware of the invisible watcher that Onesifi had sent out, but she was already doing her best to hide herself and blend in as just another insect that nobody, let alone a god, would bother paying attention to. She took a note of Onesifi especially, as he was name dropping nearly every guest that had appeared thus far, allowing her to better put names to faces of the current guests. Undoubtedly, all were likely disguised to some extent, but it was better than nothing.\n\nShe listened closely to his greetings: Suzuhime... Triticea... Apparently some involvement in a starlight ritual, likely responsible for the annoying amount of light that had recently shown up... 'Her Majesty' in a cute little form and Rav'Nixander, the one who had called this meeting together. The tiny little spider would crawl ever so slightly closer to the meeting, using the waterclock as cover and hiding in any grooves or indents she could find. \n\nShould Savarii feel the need to contribute, she would, but she had nothing to say at the moment, so she kept silent... Conveniently keeping herself hidden as she did so."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Like moths to a flame, did the gods gather in that hallowed hall. Many times had they assembled here in Yggdrasil's heart, and they'll amass many more of such meetings long after this. But long were those days past, and since their passing had a shadow loomed over Yggdrasil. The last of such meetings was assailed by the Unending, which had left a permanent scar on their number. That they again congregate here for clandestine purposes, shone light onto the shadow they dance in... Oh how things change!*\n\n*But a strange, stygian shadow crept onto the ceiling with every god's arrival. It dwell above their heads, an elusive specter to blot out the stars to which they crafted. But in lieu of their twinkle did the eyes glitter, oh yes, the abyss above were in actuality a writhing celestial tapestry of eyes. Eyes of many, eyes above.*\n\n*Though the abyssal presence masked its presence, a mind needn't dally that something or rather- someone dwell above. But those who knew that thing well, recognized what manner of creature this was.*"
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"Hey, bro! How've you been?\" Soldr said, going in to give Rav'nixander a big bear hug if the cat man was agreeable to it. \n\nSoldr had come in human form, though his human form was pretty close to his default one. He was a tall, raven-haired man with emerald green eyes and a sleek, athletic build. He didn't tend to wear much. Today, he had on a pair of leather shorts with a fur cloak wrapped around his waist. Soldr's arms and torso were left bare, showing his myriad collection of scars. Sword wounds and claw marks trailed along his muscular arms, and a claw mark crossed over his chest. \n\nSoldr had already had all of them last time, but now, he had a new one for his collection: The left side of his torso had a huge scar covering it, as if some giant monster had taken a big bite out of him. As a god, he could just heal it away, but he didn't seem to want to or maybe he just wasn't aware.\n\n\"Hey, long time no see.\" Soldr said to Suzu. \"What've you been up to? You should see some of the stuff your mortals have been doing.\" As he took a seat between Rav'nixander and Suzu, something red caught his eye. Holy hell she was so cute. Like a kitten or bunny. \n\n\"Wwait, why are you so small?\" Soldr said to Majesty. Suzu and Rav'nixander might recognize the sparkly look he got in his eyes as the same one that he'd gotten when Rav'nixander had turned into a cat boy for the first time and Surtr had been possessed to start petting him and rubbing his ears."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*The catboy is looking distinctly offput by the state some people are arriving on and the things they are saying.*\n\n\"I did. In the message. Ask for forms that do not emit divinity as much. And to *Not invoke names*...\"\n\n*This is probably where a sigh would go if it wasn't for the fact that none of Rav's forms actually breathe.*\n\n\"I have gathered you here. To address an undeniable threat to the safety of gods and mortals. And then. Implement a solution through ritual action.\""
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "A little late to the party, a small fragment of Abrielle, disguised as a fallen leaf from Gaia's branches fell into the hall of gods, slowly landing on the floor much like any unsuspecting leaf, though said leaf quickly lit up and with a *Poof* Abrielle appeared where it was.\n\nShe got in a little... Late, but still managed to catch the end of Soldr's & Rav's speeches, disregarding Soldr and focusing a little more on Rav, she took the least emittance form she could, though otherwise, she appeared much like her usual self, still, so many gods in one place was bound to catch attention one way or another, small aura after small aura added up, the more the merrier and the easier the ritual was, sure, but so many and it'd attract the attention of unwanted guests, which she assumed there was.\n\nShe recognized Rav from the upper branches battle, and he most likely did the same, she also Recognized SAGE/TSU's divinity, and a few other faces from other encounters, though for the most part, these were new people, still, each of their own importance.\n\n**\"A threat... And that would be?\"** She had a sneaking suspicion about who it might've been with the recent actions that took place, but she wouldn't directly call anyone out, waiting for Rav to plainly state it before she jumped the gun."
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Unlike the other gods, Melancholia could not change her form. She arrived with no conspicuous disguise, appearing to mask her own presence with the help of a hood and the hall's shadows. Clothe had been carefully draped over her two horns and large ears; it also served to hide the very unique features of her face. Nobody quite knew who she was, anyways. If her name or domain was questioned, the goddess would lie. It was something that pained her to think about, but she knew it had to be done. Her involvement with Edon, while unknown by most, was a vulnerable piece of information that she was to hide at all costs until it was ready to be revealed. In this room, there were no gods named Melancholia. She was a nameless nobody of no significance.\n\nHow foolish could one be to summon the personification of depression for a party? Admittedly, she *Did* Enjoy being invited to things. There was no.. Anger she felt, but rather, a feeling of surprise. It was almost humorous. Merging with a wall, she silently watched as deities united and conversed. She had a feeling that she was not supposed to be there. The faces she saw were not ones of friends, yet not enemies, either. They were alien to her eyes.\n\nWithout any words, she cursed the fact that she had to be in the wretched hall. Not a single soul in this place felt like her. The pain she constantly bore was misunderstood, isolated, and clowned on. Anger, simply the smallest millimeter of anger, bubbled in her mind, causing her fists to clench behind the dark cloak. The goddess of sadness was unwelcome in this place. No artifact, weapon, nor any other sort of divine creation matched her melancholy mindset.\n\nSuddenly, another goddess spoke of a.. \"Threat\". Melancholia's mouth curled into a slight smile; she loved threats. Carefully, she reached out of the shadows and came closer to the others, pretending to share their ideologies and beliefs. In the room, there was a fraud. A pretender. *Someone who did not belong*.\n\nBut the other gods would never know. They would not know until it was too late. Until the damage had already been done, and they had shared their plans and secrets with someone who was not on their side. No matter how much she found supposed happiness and changed her ways, she would never agree with them. She would never be like these fools. They were far below her. Or was she far below them? It was meaningless. The war had ended before it had begun, and Melancholia won. She would always win. Sadness was a cruel, dirty emotion that no one bothered to love. Except Edon.\n\nThe thought of the serpent brought her mind back to the hall of the gods. Scanning the area, she searched for the notorious shape and orange hue he constantly wore. However, her attempts to find him were unsuccessful. Just as she had thought before, she was alone. This time, though, she was alone and *Hopeless*."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "A threat? Why would another impose so much on others? Though she did wonder who it could be... Surly not who those selfs were yelling about? Or maybe the one who 'reeked' to them? No... Why would they harm others? Though Edon did... Eat... A baby... But that isn't *Bad*... Right? There's so much more that could be... *Bad*...? Like what this other... Much more silent one whispers? Yea... Wait am I the bad one... Or it... \n\nTSU began to look frantic as she thought, though she wasn't at the table in-front of the others, but rather peeing from a hall to them. Maybe some would notice though, mostly because she just looked lost though.\n\nTSU did though notice... Someone winking at her? But by lunar is winking?? She couldn't visualize it well... So she shouldn't think on it... She didn't want to make more selfs to think for her..."
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"author": "sillykarma",
"message": "A droplet of water silently crawled around the feet of the deities; unoticed without her divine presence. The droplet shook once, then twice, and the form Adira had chosen to come in manifested like a whale coming up for a breath of air. Water that seemingly appeared from nowhere evaporated once it touched the ground and perhaps other Gods. Adira in her little form looked at all the other Gods one by one, a stern look on her face. She settled on Rav. \"I was called.\" She said simply. While her voice was not as melodious as her main form, it was still soothing to listen too, albeit high-pitched. It was quite jarring, to know that you were near Gods and yet they emitted know divine presence, not like her elder sibling.\n\n\"With all due respect, I believe that if you wanted to be so secretive,\" Adira started, \"You could've *Not* Invited every God. Now then, what is this threat my elder siblings go on about?\" She said. Of course, she knew nothing about Edon, the child eater, so she assumed that this was sort of an open secret party. She still liked being included, however, so she came. Which is why currently she looked like a cute child wearing what could only be plainly described as the most expensive robes one could get.\n\n*Terror of the Seas, Sovereign of Oceans, Tempest of Storms, Adi!*"
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "With more and more deities arriving to the Great Hall, Onesifi could not help but feel that the supposed secrecy of this affair was completely worthless. Especially when the diverse attitudes of the deities around them, usually a welcome bit of diversity brought into the world, filling it with all the different colours, now made discerning who was on their side impossible. Were this meeting done before the Great Blasphemy, they would not mind it that much; but it was one of their siblings who was now seemingly a threat to Gaia.\n\nOf course, this did not mean that Onesifi trusted no one in this room - at least with this particular task. Rav'Nixander's allegiances would be obvious even if it had been merely a guest. Suzuhime might have been reserved, but she definitely was not the completely heartless type. Soldr, although he was more intelligent than he looked, also did not have a truly malevolent bone in his body; bloodthirsty, yes, but not evil. Triticea was completely tied to the Godmother's well-being. And Majesty, while she would potentially be the target of a containment ritual herself, did not seem the type to rule over ashes.\n\nBut the others? Nach was an enigma wrapped in a mystery; who was to say she could not side with a threat to simply bring forth more chaos? The ashen goddess from the Sun Ritual was far too quiet for Onesifi to read any of her intentions. There were at least two other deities whom the deity of ambition did not know personally, and they had a feeling that they had missed something. Worst of all? Adira had been summoned to the meeting as well - a goddess who, Onesifi was certain, had only met them before.\n\nIt seemed that this 'secret meeting' had been, in fact, more of a masquerade ball. Everyone was invited, with only an aesthetic of secrecy rather than any actual attempts at it. But still, playing along was the only choice so far. The first step in the process was to fix the gaffe they had made.\n\n_ _\n\"Oh, come now, Rothelen, we had all agreed to this beforehand, had we not? Fabricated identities to maintain secrecy; it's one of the basic tricks in a conspirator's arsenal.\" They stated in an unamused tone, letting their creativity spring forth for a second. Hopefully, the others would play along; not invoking names had been a fair tactic, of course - but redirecting any suspicions upon another was even better.\n\nRegardless of what they had thought about Adira for now,her words had been a perfect opportunity to voice their concern. \"And I am afraid to say that I have to agree with Shea's complaint: this seems to have been an open message. Would it not have been better to gather a few trusted siblings, rather than put out the call to any who would love to betray us to the threat?\" For a moment, it seemed that their eyes scanned the room for any further disturbances - finding none yet; but everyone in the room could see Onesifi's cold, calculating, judging stare. \n\nAfraid that they had pushed too far, however, the deity of ambition had decided to trail back for a moment. \"Of course, that is but my insignificant concern; ultimately, I trust in your judgement and will abide by it without fail.\" With this point of conflict defused, for now, they decided to move on. \"Now, as for the topic of the meeting... I am afraid this was not enough information for me yet. Do you refer to the greater threat or the lesser one?\""
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "\"Ehehehe...!\" So many gods, so much intrigue! It all made Majesty feel positively cheerful, enough so that she had to wonder if it was a quirk of her current shape. Was this what they called 'getting in touch with one's inner child?'\n\nWhatever. If she felt happy, she may as well revel in it. Let these peasants think what they would of her; she'd just charm them again later anyway. First, the tiny demoness stamped her way over to Onesifi and stared up at them with an expectant smile. \"Oh, We know, dear. Aren't We cute? You may reach down and pat Our head if you wish; We will allow it just this once.\" She flashed them a viciously adorable grin, and then marched her way past TSU and Soldr with a brief glare at the latter as she went by. \"Do not question Our aesthetic choices, you himbo! We shall be as small as We damn well like.\" She wouldn't refuse if he wanted to pat her head too, though, so long as he wasn't patronizing about it.\n\nReally, though, there was only one god in the room who interested her right now. The Mini-Maj made a beeline for Adira the moment she appeared, and proceeded to pace in circles around the little goddess while humming appreciatively at her form. \"Hmm, yes, very good. Five out of five stars.\" Only when she had completed a very thorough inspection of the marine monarch did she finally spare a glance for Rav, and a mutter in his direction.\n\n\"What, that grouchy little worm?\" She didn't bother trying to hide her disdainful eye-roll. \"Oh, yes, let's try to *Understand* The baby-eater. His noble *Motives* For baby-eating. Surely there is much to be gained from an open dialogue, which he definitely won't use to manipulate us against each other.\" Honestly, where would the gods even be without her? The Archfiend had shown them all *Exactly* How to deal with Edon the moment he showed his ugly face at the ritual just prior."
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"author": "winweasel",
"message": "*Maybe, I shouldn't get myself into something I don't understand. Oh well, there might spelling people grammar mistakes here. Mistakes are always made, even by the most well meaning people. Perhaps, I'll meet new friends and they can tell me what happened with me.*\n\nAmythyst moved closer towards the group. She spied someone who looked familiar. Amythyst was in her regular form, and even so she wouldn't be noticed. Even if she was noticed, no one would care enough to watch after a second or two. Amythyst tried to sneak towards the deities she somewhat knew. She wouldn't speak, that was certain. All of these deities looked like they knew what they were talking about, and Amythyst craved for that. The only thing she knew was grammar, so she would only speak about that. Listening to every word of the others' speeches, her two brain cells split up tasks. One brain cell actually listened and processed what the others were saying. The other listened for proper speech. \n\n*Hmmmm, all seems proper here. Did someone eat a baby? Yes, there is certainly much to be gained from open dialogue. If we all just thought our thoughts, I won't be able to spell check them.* Her brain picked out bits and ignored the rest, that was simply the way her brain worked. Despite being a bookworm, she often glossed over important details. The only thing she wouldn't dare gloss over was her proper writing. She stayed in the back. She didn't need to see anyone to hear their mistakes."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Onesifi's little... *Switch* Caught Savarii's attention. If he had simply called Adira \"Shea\", she may not have bat a single, spidery eye. However, she took notice that \"Rav'nixander\" Was quickly replaced with \"Rothelen\". It appeared his complaints had sparked the newcomer to ditch the name, or perhaps it was a nickname? Perhaps both names were fake? Savarii hissed with irritation from her shadowy little outcropping near the waterclock, scuttling a bit closer to get a better view of all the other late arrivals. It appeared the only names she could now safely rely on being some *Mild* Truth were Her Majesty, Rav'nixander, Suzuhime and Triticea or Titicaca or whatever it was. Even then, Onesifi's attempts at gaslighting the hidden goddess weren't ineffective, she wasn't as confident in the possibility those names were correct, and any further slip ups of other people's names could be easily chalked up as another fake name unless something clearly convinced her otherwise. \n\nAt the very least, as Abrielle appeared in the hall, Savarii recognized a fragment of the goddess she had encountered on the roots. Her spidery eyes narrowed and she avoided the construct that had spawned from the leaf, unsure if the presence of an insect so symbolically tied to Savarii would tip her off to the goddess' presence.\n\nWith more people coming, Savarii was feeling more confident in approaching the main area through various outcroppings, shadows and grooves within the halls. She dropped from the waterclock with a piece of web, quickly detaching herself from it she approached the new figure of Melancholia. While Savarii lacked the knowledge of who really was behind that cloak, the cloth she had draped over herself however *Did* Catch Savarii's attention.\n\nOf course, it presented an intriguing mystery as to the identity of this newcomer but... More importantly, loose cloth was a great place to hide closer to the meeting itself and could be used to get closer to hide on the bodies of various other guests. As Melancholia would pass by, the spider would quickly pivot to the figure and snag onto the cloth, quickly crawling into the folds and hiding on the inside of the pieces of cloth further from the goddess' body. \n\nShe *May* Feel a very slight ripple on her cloak and a few odd strings of webbing may be visible where Savarii had attached herself, however she was moving as carefully and quickly as any bug, barely applying any pressure on the cloth to make it move. Savarii's weak, divine presence might be sensed as it got so close, but she still hoped it was heavily masked and diluted by the powerful presences of all these other nearby gods. The spider form of the goddess would crawl over just out of the grooves and folds of the cloth to be able to peer out to the other guests of this little gathering, already looking for who else she could possible climb onto should she need to reposition. \n\nRav'nixander, or \"Rothelen\", was off the table. A spider would stand out like a massive pimple on a crystal catboy, and he was clearly at the centre of this meeting and drawing too much attention. \"Her Majesty's\" Cute form was very approachable and clearly looking to be in the centre of the action, a good spot to watch and learn but not to hide. The small body and attention she was grabbing making hiding on Mini-Maj a risky move. The same applied to the child-like form of Adira, or \"Shea\", as Onesifi had called her, although her robes did seem to have more loose cloth and intricate designs she could hide in without making her presence to noticeable.\n\nOnesifi was likely off limits to hide, he already seemed much more alert and paranoid than the others, even the slightest movement on him might trigger suspicion. Amythsts new presence was also considered by the spider, who's beady eyes peered out of Melancholia's cloak to stare at the god. She was completely unaware this was the newly birthed goddess of grammar's regular form due to the nature of the meeting and, as such, didn't think much of it. \n\nAs the purpose of the meeting was stated however, Savarii's eyes stopped moving around the hall and quickly locked onto Rav'nixander. *This appeared to be about Edon...* Perhaps coming so inconspicuously was indeed the smartest decision Savarii made, she applauds herself quietly on her forward thinking and not attracting any attention to herself, this was *Definitely* Not the sort of conversation she wanted to blindly enter. If nothing else, it would give her another opportunity to collect more information and get another perspective on this God of Fate.\n\nIt *Was* Of course a bit upsetting to her this snake was so blatant about being a big threat that he warranted a meeting of this sort, it definitely was not the most *Ideal* Of circumstances. *Somebody really ought to teach that god about subtlety...* Savarii thinks, unamused. Now there was a ticking timer for Edon to act before everybody inevitably organized and figured out how to mitigate any threat he posed. As Mini-Maj took the stage, the goddess would have probably smirked if the spider form had any capability to do so.\n\nNot only was the cute little form of the goddess quite amusing and cute, Savarii herself enjoyed the goddess' astute observations and concerns of the matter. She liked this creature's decisiveness and boldness. She found herself strongly respecting her ability to just take the stage and immediately call out all the issues she took with what was happening."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Yea... Edon did say he killed her... So that's why we're here? Is that what they consider necessary for... Shattering... I sure hope my thoughts don't whispers the same... \n\n\"He um... Wouldn't let me stay in his realm, got real grumpy... But lots of others have done the same...\" TSU said to Rav, though still peeking from a corridor so maybe not in voice. \n\nHmm? She didn't know majesty nor her vibes, though sense she was quite friendly. Maybe she should follow her? Wait... Would that make the secret part of the meeting's request... In vain? \n\nShe did though, notice Savarii was here? She only vaugly knew her a bit because her selves were slowly seeping back into her major, but it did seem odd as she show... Bugs which she at Edon's realm just earlier... Why would she be allowed and not TSU... One of Ashs..."
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"author": "sillykarma",
"message": "Adira watched the other gods carefully, her eyes discerning. She gave a quiet nod at Onesifi who seemed to agree with her question. Next was Majesty, who gave Adira much more childish vibes than the rest of the gods. Was she always like this? Perhaps it was the disguise- Adira did not know, nor did she seek to know. Not yet, at least.\n\nShe allowed herself the smallest smile as she looked at Majesty. \"Thank you, elder sister.\" She giggled, patting Majesty's head. It was an odd movement, because Majesty and Adira were about at the same height. \"Is sister alright?\" She continued. \n\n\"Now then, straight to the point of this meeting, as some of you are so terribly *Boring*,\" Adira's eyes found Rav'nixander, as she considered him the initiator of this meeting. \"Who is this... Baby-eater? And what threat do they pose?\" She asked, feeling terribly unprepared. Adira was only recently born; the only god she really knew at all was Onesifi, and they still where simply acquaintances. The other gods seemed simply uninteresting- the only one who caught her attention was Majesty, and that was really it. Of course first impressions were important, but Adira had a sneaking suspicion some gods were not as they seemed. In a place like this, with little divinity and disguises, no god could be sure who was their ally or who was their enemy. At least they were all here for a common goal."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Understand him?\" She raised a scornful eyebrow. Her attitude spoke of the Pueri, though the eloquence of Genetrix controlled her words. \"What use is there to understand the Devourer?\" She scoffed, taking a step forward. \"Paralysis by such indecision is the very reason that you and the others at the battle *Failed* To uproot the weed growing amongst this garden, brother.\" She seemed entirely unimpressed by the other gods here. How quick her siblings were to stoop to childish insults, when all that truly mattered was effectiveness and efficiency. Her eyes flickered from sister to brother as she strode forward with slow but deliberate steps.\n\n\"What use is there to waste time on insults and attempts to *Understand*?\" She growled impatiently, \"No understanding will absolve the cancer of his sin!\" And more than that... The time they were wasting on their petty insults. Adira had called them boring... Ha. A child's notion! She would not indulge it. She did not think it fitting to insult her siblings, that it only showed a level of immaturity and inefficiency that she could not respect. The Devourerer, of course, was an exception, for he was no longer her sibling. Some of them demanded to know *Who* The Devourer was, but as far as she was concerned the reasons behind his actions were entirely irrelevant to a meeting like this.\n\n\"There is no justification for what he has done. We should make haste to remove him promptly.\" In a situation like this, the goddess of the harvest cared only for cold efficiency. Context mattered not, for there was no context in existence that would save Edon's soul from his evils. She stared down each and every one of the gods that had gathered here, daring any of them to suggest some fantasy where what the Devourer had done might possibly be somewhat justified. \"When one would turn on our unripe siblings, they forfeit their right to existence.\" She spoke with complete conviction, as if she were laying down a fact rather than an opinion."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"You're so cute like this...\" Soldr said to Majesty. She'd feel his hand alight softly on her head. A little heavy, but warm and comfy. She reminded him of a puppy or kitten and he had just felt a sudden compulsion to reach out and pet the archfiend.\n\n\"Psst, what's a himbo...?\" Soldr whispered to Suzu and Rav'nixander. It looked like the meeting was officially starting. He rested his chin on his fist, listening intently. When Rav'ni revealed what the meeting was about, he cracked a slight grin. He'd actually just been thinking of how to take care of The Devourer.\n\n\"I agree, there's no justification for what he did.\" Soldr said. \"But I wonder... Why did he want to do it in the first place? Was he hungry? Did he think it would make him stronger?\" Soldr wondered.\n\n\"We can figure it out and go after him at the same time. We don't need to understand him, but information's a weapon too.\" He said. He then turned back to Rav'nixander, smiling a little. He was impatient to see what his brother was cooking up.\n\n\"Don't keep us waiting. Tell us what kind of ritual we're doing.\" He said, goading the other god on. \"I was toying with sending my demigod to go kill him for a while, but I guess that wouldn't really stick, would it?\""
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Under the thick cloak, the skeletal figure... Smiled. She knew everything, but she would not tell; what was she? A fool? Unlike her host, she was not completely brainless, and she was cautious of what she was doing. Meetings and events were not exactly things she took likings to. Her presence in the Hall of the Gods would have been missing, had she not been aware of the \"Secretive\" Circumstances. However, she was a nobody. It would not be brought into examination.\n\nIn the midst of the others' chatter, the quiet voice of Melancholia spoke up. It was feeble and shaky, even in the mere two words it uttered.\n Know.\"\nShe could have gone on.\n*\"I know... Something that you don't.\"*\nBut the goddess of sadness had self control, and she did not let her tongue slip up. Her thoughts were too loud in her head for her to even notice the tiny spider that had suddenly weaved its way into her cloak, for she was deeply pondering and sulking in the menacing power of the meeting.\n\nShe came came closer to the others, nothing of her splintered face showing but the tips of a chin. While everyone else assumed power, attraction, and the lead, Melancholia could only laugh at the idiocrasy of it all. It was useless! Lies were not her native language, but who was to stop her from using them? It wasn't as if anybody here knew who the goddess was. One dainty hand reached out from under the cloth to de-wrinkle a suspicious fold, only for it to land on a thin, glittering thread of spider silk.\n\nBringing it closer to her face to observe it, the slightest hints of her empty nose became visible for a short moment. Melancholia reprimanded herself; slip-ups were not undoable. Why was there spider silk in her hood? The texture of it was odd, as though it had not come from a normal arachnid. Surrounded by enemies, she knew that every little thing was to be questioned and investigated. She was superstitious, and it was for a good reason. No one here was on her side. No one understood.\n\nThe silly little goddesses in the center of the room were ridiculous. Even though Melancholia was on Edon's side, she could still admit that his plans should have been ones to bring heavy attention to. They were important. The gods and their fake names.. The idiotic grammar goddess...\n\nIt made her mad.\n\nWhy was she so alone? Nobody in this hall understood her. Why? What did she ever do? What did HE ever do? \nThe right thing, that was what he did. Stopping that unborn god from being birthed into a miserable life was the best thing Edon could have done, and she believed she would forever stand by his well thought-out choice. The smile that had once been on her face faded, replaced by a small frown."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*There is a sudden thump as Rav taps the bottom of his staff against the floor.*\n\n\"**You hold incorrect assumptions about my methodology.**\"\n\n*A pause, to let the gods fall silent.*\n\n\"I do not seek understanding out of some sense of empathy or desire for reconciliation. I seek to understand the slayer so that what we do here. Our solution. Does not play further into his motives.\"\n\n*The god of mortal works got up from the seat and began pacing.*\n\n\"I seek to understand the fate he sees and how he sees it. So that we rebuke it's path here and now. I seek to understand his abilities. So that our method cannot be turned against us as a weapon or corruption. And I seek to understand his motives. So that his malevolence can be stopped here and now in the cleanest and most effective process.\"\n\n*He stands behind his chair and looks out over the assembly.*\n\n\"**This is not empathy. This is tactics.**\"\n\n*The eyes flicked over to the approaching god of sadness.*\n\n\"You know? Share your information. Then.\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "As the figure that Savarii was hiding on begins to move, she tenses up and quickly crawls on the underside of the cloak, skittering quickly and quietly into cover, maybe a bit too quickly as the cloak would once again ripple just a bit... *Could've been the wind of course, or simply Melancholia's own movement*. The voice of the goddess was... *Familiar* To Savarii, but the hidden and disguised nature of the goddess and everybody else here made her second guess the true identity of her hiding place. Either way, even if she thought this was Melancholia, she wouldn't take the risk to whisper in her ear unless she was *Absolutely certain* Of the identity of the god with the cloak. Savarii's form was chosen to be able to keep her communications and whispers to individuals discreet by merely crawling near one's ears and whispering in them while also permitting her to actually speak in the meeting should she need to. Even then, she wasn't sure how the other goddess may react to a talking spider. Even the shock of hearing whispering or seeing a spider crawl on her may be enough to tip off others to something suspicious. \n\nLuckily, nobody else but the currently unknown figure of Melancholia had discovered any hint of her presence. The webs she had used to climb into the Hall and onto the water clock remained undiscovered for now and Savarii deemed them unlikely to attract any attention, and Melancholia herself had cleaned up the traces left by Savarii had she had climbed into her cloak. The web was a bit more of a reddish hue than usual, but could be mistaken for regular spiderwebs should one fail to double check. Savarii was unsure if this goddess' suspicion would lead her to search her cloak, she was hopeful the god she hid on wasn't obsessively remembering every detail of their wardrobe or thinking too hard about just a random piece of webbing on it.\n\nEver cautious however, some of her eyes were already on those near her \"Hiding place\", searching for anybody's body to hide on next should this one start drawing too much attention or begin shaking out her cloak. The other half of her attention was, of course, on the discussion that was taking place in the Hall of the Gods.\n\nShe found amusement in the complete lack of cohesion that the others displayed. They were not nearly as unified as her own children, Savarii thought proudly. She was smugly enjoying seeing the discord among even her own brethren, taking it almost as a testimony to the success of her organization of mortal hives and colonies. Everybody showed up confused, completely haphazard, some of them with barely any rudimentary disguises... Now the opening statements were insults, benign clarifications and accusations. An evil, chaos loving part of her didn't even care what she learned here and hoped they'd just end up at each other's throats all duking it out... It would be funny to watch, shame this party didn't serve snacks... \n\nMaybe if everything went to shit so quickly, she'd just invoke Edon's name to see what happened at that point.\n\nNo... Things were getting underway unfortunately, Savarii's response to *L'Appel du Vide* Would wait another day. Instead, this was a meeting for tactics. A war council. *Great, Edon inspired a war council already*. That massive snake of fate sounded more and more like a prize boar by the second with how many people were clamoring over eachother to find a way to hunt them. If Savarii had known issues would present themselves so quickly, she would have perhaps pressed a bit harder in her own negotiations with Edon. *This* Is exactly why she hated commitment.\n\nTell a guy you're going to help him then you're blindsided with all the baggage he brings to the table and can't even alter the terms of the deal. She knew the timer to doomsday was ticking, but she did not expect it to be *This* Quick. *Couldn't he maybe eat a baby with more subtlety the next time? Surely a new diet change isn't worth all this fuss.* \n\nSavarii's eyes turn to Majesty... *Personally commanded several gods and kicked the ass of a far more powerful devourer*. She had half a mind to complain about all the gods infringing on her domain of gluttony and not even bothering to pay royalties... The other half was a tad more productive. The spider's red eyes glinted from Melancholia's cloak, shining in the light for only a few moments as it stared at the small devil. Commanding several gods is quite an accomplishment, defeating a supposedly powerful devourer was another. She would love to pick that devil's mind, she liked her style. \n\nAs Majesty takes the opportunity to make her own announcement about *Another* Devourer, Savarii's heart jumped. Her eyes shone brightly with interest, a second glint possibly visible under Melancholia's cloak. *A monster that eats grown gods... And who said soulmates didn't exist~* Savarii's a-fluttering heart went pitter patter at the idea, but she quickly stifled that horrible instinct that so clearly went against even her own self preservation. She was way too close to just quickly walking away from her deal with Edon and not looking back, those were *Dangerous thoughts to have over a mere fantasy of a greater devourer*...\n\nThen, Majesty makes her not so subtle and shameless plug into her annoucement. *A pantheon...* Savarii hisses lowly. *Oh... Dear...* That is quite a big decision. She was almost ready to step out of the shadows herself, but she held back. This was a very sudden development that gave her quite confusing feelings, more confusing feelings that the knowledge of some greater devourer being out there."
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "If the goddess of sadness had eyes, she would have rolled them at the foolish creature who spoke with untainted pride. Her politeness was thin on these grounds. The aura she was beginning to gain completely conflicted the others, even though her divine presence had been very carefully covered. Those who came near her would feel weighted... *Melancholy*. In order to assist her plan, the seraphic sadness that forever accompanied her subtly spread to the other gods. It was not enough to bring direct attention to it, but to make a simple difference in the mood of the meeting.\n\nShe waited for the deity to stop talking, soundlessly pulling her hood further down as though she was still fearful of her identity being revealed. The amount of self reassurance she had injected into her mind was peculiar. Paranoia was her punishment, and soon would be guilt.\n\nSuddenly, an unnatural flicker in the hall's lighting made her flinch. It had come from.. Herself? Bringing her fingers to where she had caught the glimpse of shine, Melancholia sensed something strange beneath her fingertips. She glanced down to see what it was, only to find that it had been nothing she could detect. Fretfully, the deity fidgeted with the rifts and folds of her cloak, trying to forget about her worries. If it was noteworthy, she would have found it. Melancholia moved on from the issue.\n\nUntil the room fell quiet enough for her miniscule voice to be heard, she did not talk. Melancholia icily stared at the leader, who seemed to go by many names. There were many things she could have said; both the truth and the fabricated lies she was to tell were complex. She took her sweet old time to conjure up dialogue, for the goddess truly did had all of the hours in the world.\n\nWalking closer to \"Mr. R\", Melancholia took the place where the small demoness once was. Her information was not to be shared with the whole group, but only with the leader. Should he decide to repeat her words to the rest, she would not be surprised.\nBefore her lies landed in the laps of the others, she wanted to test only one person.\n\n\"I spoke to the beast before it consumed the divine fruit. It had been... Only just born,\" The goddess made sure to emphasize her usage of inhumane terms. It pained her to do so, but it was only *Realistic* That she referred to her love in the same manner that the others did. \"Upon its birth, it told me it had immediately come across.. A vision. A future that it did not like. From what he- *It* Described to me, I could only listen and empathize with what the serpent had to say. It showed me a *Sick* Mirage of what the world would become if a certain fruit blossomed. I did not ever think the beast would take such.. *Action* In order to prevent the fate. As for the fight it put up, I do believe it was convinced it was rightful for ingurgitating that unborn god.\"\n\nShe waited for the god's reaction before she continued.\n\n\"I do not know how or why a deity's star has gone out, but I can assure you that the serpent did not have ill intent from the beginning.. Perhaps its own power had driven it mad.\"\n\nAs soon as Melancholia finished, she stepped away; she was evacuating the crime scene. There were no questions she wanted to answer, nor was there anymore information she wanted to give. She left it at that. The disorganized group of gods were to contemplate their newfound knowledge on their own, lacking the assistance of the goddess who had given them it in the first place. Her cold, quivering voice had only enforced the feeling of misery her aura was inflicting upon the poor deities who had gathered."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Hmmm? I think that one's... Nearby one of my forms... They don't seem *That* Bad... But um... Should I worry for that portion of me?\" TSU asked though in mental communication to one who... Was similar height to her? Nobody else is of such...? That's interesting~\n\nShe said we could... Pat her head? That seems nice but... These bandages don't work well to protect her from my skin... But like... Patting seems to... Appealing? \n\nFrom the area TSU was, in a far corridor though with sight of the main groups a light feeling of fuzz might be felt, though it's not very strong, nearly akin to sensing a light breeze from tides.\n\nPut ourselves... On the line? What line... Of danger? But with coordination wouldn't there be no danger? Wait why didn't mother directly punish brother if his act was truly this repulsive to her? Maybe she wants us to do it for her... But why not just act yourself... So very confusing and loopy...\n\nSomehow... Some small presence her seemed... Familiar? But quite distant... Like a faded taste. Did her selfs return yet? No... Still quite quiet~\n\nBrother Edon has something to which whispers... But with visuals? How strange and intriguing~ Wait but he spoke with... Despise and anger? Something akin to such... It wasn't of regret if that be to implied by them... Wait they seem familiar to... But almost not? I wonder if I'm familiar too~\n\n\"I watched the... Wretched brother after he... Said he killed her... The one of flowers and bloom? Their realm was pretty... But wilted... So quick... Brother... Said stuff not as to regret or wishing not as to her death... Did you too then watch...?\" TSU asked to the cloaked one, though she too was cloaked as well. She peered when she asked this... Not really knowing if the other sensed her before... Though some did seem to. Her skin as she approached wasn't that of wax as to her usual forms, rather of soot and embers."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She regarded the goddess of sadness with disinterest. \"This is an impressive amount of words you have used to tell us nothing.\" She drawled, unimpressed. \"Whether he had delusions of righteousness matters not. He defied the will of our Mother, or she would not have screamed for aid like she did.\" She twirled a hand, summoning one of her Abundances to it. The sickle was only a Lesser Weapon... For now, anyway... But it was more than enough of an indicator for her answer to the disgraced deity's actions. \"He is to be cut down, slaughtered with all the grandeur of a random mortal stumbling into our path. There is no mercy for him, no matter how intentions.\"\n\nTSU, too, drew the ire of the Wheatmother as her gaze swivelled from one little sister to another. \"Intentions are irrelevant here.\" She said smoothly, \"The defiance of the Creator's will is his unforgiveable crime.\" She did not care if he had been acting out of some misguided attempt to save them. If Gaia demanded that one of them die, no matter how pure or innocent, she would gladly execute them herself. They were all extensions of her will, as far as she was concerned, and so she found the thought of a deity perishing by the World Tree's hand no more frightening than dead skin cells turning into hair upon a mortal's head.\n\nIf there was one thing to be said about the goddess of the harvest, it was her steadfastness... Or perhaps, stubbornness? Regardless, she was unshaken by any of the arguments that the others had put forth, looking annoyed that they were even trying. In the end, what mattered was the results, rather than the intent. If he had been playing by the Will of the Mother Goddess, then she might have considered granting him some amount of mercy, but the scream had made it very clear to her that this was not the case. As such, the only rightful fate awaiting the god of fate was death, to be absorbed back into Gaia and redone to fix whatever mutation had turned him from a cell into cancer."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "For once in their existence, Onesifi was silent, pensive. They knew very little about the dangers that threatened their existence - and the existence of the entire universe, of course - and it unnerved them so utterly and completely that words could not form in their mind and thoughts raced with all the possibilities of what their foe might be, might desire, might do to them. They still had enough good sense not to pat Mini-Majesty's head - even if she allowed them, it could easily be a test, asking how much deference Onesifi would have for her even in her less threatening form. But other than that, their very mind remained unmoving in its circling- a decidedly uncharacteristic state for the deity of travel.\n\nBut slowly, as more and more deities spoke, their mind grew focused enough to start truly pondering their situation. The entire \"Understanding the motives\" Debate was quietly amusing; as Rav'Nixander and Soldr had pointed out, motivation informed deeds - and knowing one's motivation could let anyone versed enough in the workings of minds predict their behaviour. Still, they were silent for that period - still gathering information on this Godeater.\n\nUnfortunately, there was precious little of it. Majesty merely recited what Onesifi had known already (although it did catch their ear that Majesty mentioned felling the greater threat - something they had thought impossible; if let a slight hope bloom in their chest - something that was not to be lingered on). Whatever the hooded goddess was whispering to Rav'Nixander was said too quietly for them to hear - at least without raising others' suspicions. And Triticea, in her lack of flexibility, refused to recite anything important.\n\n_ _\nWhich left the ashen goddess - the only one who was actually contributing to the meeting in terms of useful information, Gaia bless her. And important information it was indeed. Edon ejected her while allowing some others in his domain - which meant that he had allies, despite everything. She had a fragment somewhere close to his realm - which meant she could lead someone to it. And, as far as they understood her chirps, at least, Edon did not truly desire to kill the goddess whom the meeting was called for - although the fact contradicted all other information. With that, they had finally found what they desired to say.\n\nAs soon as Triticea finished speaking, Onesifi flew over the line of deities into the center of the circle, landing before Rav'Nixander and clearing their throat. \"Pray, allow me to insert my own beliefs on the matter into the discussion,\" They stated with their usual small smile on their face and an even tone - one that signified that they would take the next few minutes of everyone's time by force.\n\nWith that, the deity of ambition turned around to TSU, curtsying before her. \"First of all, allow me to express my gratitude to dear Flimey - for bringing something to attention that none other so far has.\" An elegant twirl of a dancer - and they were now facing Rav'Nixander's mortal form. \"The threat has allies. We don't know who they are, we don't know why they allied with such a vile creature - but he has them. Which means we might very well be infiltrated by them, considering our dear host has seen fit to invite every divine soul around the Yggdrasil. We have to keep our senses sharp.\"\n\n_ _\nIn the next second, they moved away from the crystal deity and closer to Triticea. \"With all due respect, Florilesse, I expected more thought from you. You pride yourself on knowing Her ways - and yet you forget something. Deities can be reborn. Executing them for good is a process I am not sure we even could accomplish,\" - at their next phrase, a smirk appeared on their lips, and their voice could not help but show a certain amount of irony. \"Unless someone would like to converse with the greater enemy in order to find out its secrets. Or to eat our foe's godfruit - which would be immensely poetic, of course, but I doubt anyone could stomach the taste, considering the odour he has.\"\n\nThey turned back once more, stating with clarity and power in their voice. \"We will need to act more creatively. A prison demiplane, perhaps? One which no one could leave, nor enter - except for the warden, of course. But that is but one proposal - one which we could enact right now, with the gathering we have. But before that, one more thought.\"\n\nThe pantheon idea that Majesty put forth seemed rather rational, on paper. However, they knew that, when dealing with the likes of the Archfiend, they had to tread carefully. She was likely using this as another avenue of empowerment - and hoping for such a nefariously titled deity to be fair with the power she is given was akin to asking a hyena not to steal a lion's meat.\n\n_ _\n\"About the pantheon that Her Majesty Delemma proposed. While I am, obviously, fully committed to the cause of striking down the threats to Gaia and Her world, I find the idea rather dubious due to the immutability and rigidity of a pantheon as a structure. Should a villain find their way there, they could easily abuse the rules that are set before them; no matter how much time we spend deliberating the specifics, the loopholes will always be found; and should it function as a non-aggression pact, then the pantheon would find itself completely worthless. I do not doubt the goodness of any gathered here, of course, but it is a question worth considering.\"\n\nAnd besides that, there was a plan they had that would be ruined by joining such a pantheon. A plan that could not be freely discussed in an environment contaminated with doubt. They turned towards Rav'Nixander, sending it a simple telepathic message. \"Bring a part of yourself to your demiplane. I have something that merits discussion.\"\n\nThe message sent, they bowed before the audience, finishing their speech with a small \"My gratitude for your attention.\" With that, they flew back to their corner, ready to listen to everyone's concerns."
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "Suzuhime's fragment folded its ears upon hearing the words of Triticea, \"While I for the most part do agree with the fact that they are a danger at this point and the motives behind said danger do not mater\" She paused trying to think of how to word her next sentance, since it was clear she wanted to say _something_ but her experiance dealing with others, which is to say... Minimal, even during her past life was holding her back.\n\n\"It does not feel right to me to use the will of the creator as justification for doing so, not until we can actualy understand what they mean\", she pauses, \"Don't get me wrong, I understand \"Screamed for aid\" Is concerning, but... Your domain is one of organic life no? Do some of them not cry for aid during rather normal functions like childbirth? Is the treatment of injuries sometimes not unpleasant, you are right in that we should be doing what we should to protect her, but using a singular incident of discomfort to jump on slaughter risk becoming the bloodcells that kill there host fighting an infection\"\n\n....\n\nShe paused, still processing the ongoing envrioment.\n\n\"I... Do find the evidince convincing in this case though, the creator has not spoken directly to any of us... Why would she choose _now_ to start, why him? Using the avaliable information, I almost wonder if the one who seeks to devour gods is responsible for his so-called visions\""
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"author": "sillykarma",
"message": "Adira stood silently, saying nothing as her siblings continued their debate. What Majesty said interested her; another devourer. Adira sighed and spoke up, a light frown on her face. \"If this baby eater is simply a nuisance, why have you not yet rooted him out?\" She outstretched her hand, forming a droplet of water on the very tip of my index finger. \"He is like a poison. He weaves his way from the sounds of it. How do you all know his spies are not already amongst us? He could deceive our brethren as they are born, converting them over to his side.\"\n\nShe looked at each of the Gods in turn, her eyes lingering on the goddess of sadness a little longer. The droplet then sunk back into her finger. \"You should've only invited people who have fought him before; then we would have useful information. Does anyone know anyone who has fought this deceiver, or at least talked to him? Then we could actually get some useful information, instead of padding this meeting with useless words to tell nothing. What we need is information, then we formulate a plan of action.\" She clenched her tiny hands into a fist, looking quite comical in her tiny form. \"A pantheon, like my elder sibling said,\" Adira continued, referring to Tricitea, \"Would be quite easy for anyone to slip into. Even now, as I said, you cannot trust anyone you don't know.\"\n\nAdira paused. \"I propose we call someone who has seen and fought the devourer head on, and knows his tricks.\" With that, Adira was done with her speech, ready to hear the other's concerns."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"..Bite.. Chew... Thrash.. Nibble.. Maw... Munchy! Crunchy! Ehehehhh~! Snapping at the hand of Mawtheraahhh... Thrashing, chewing, biting, siiiinking... Teething! Tesssting~? Prodding!\"\n\n*Deliberating deities oughta pay mind to a malevolent meandering of an attentive abyss, a black proverbial \"Sky\" Who hung overhead and spied upon they with their many little eyes. Blinking in a asynchronistic fashion, wriggling and writhing through a black, murky tapestry. The eyes heard of their woes, their woahs, their thoughts, their oughts. They themselves deliberated another curious course, which precipitated an eerie silence while within such splendid company. An anomaly of our Nach's behavior, which oughta warrant worry of familiar faces, but then again our Nach was anything but predictable.* \n\n\"You... Creatures! You creatures speak of death, execution of a forthright fashion! You speak of skullduggery, and have neither skulls nor a dig dug! You speak of information, and yet...\" *But a brief pause brought upon by a black, drooling ooze that first hampered and then heightened a madness on display. Like rain it weighed upon them, pooling together, coalescing within a strange, slimy replica of our Nach. A poor misshapen imitation of that thing's typical form, falling apart at the seams.* \"HAH! Oooo... Awwawawawaaaa... Fffreeaaaky~! Oh what a slimy little creature I am now! See? Seeeee?\"\n\n*She seemed to have forgotten what else she were on about.* \n\n\"Oh? Oh yes, that thing you're all so-so-so very on about..\" *Her slimy amalgamation smiled, or at least tried to.* \"Death alas isn't so inviting to us, should it befall it is by.. Unusual stakes! Perhaps, oh perhaps something akin to death? Parallel, but not quite! Similar and yet, off.. A ritual could do this, a many to pulverize, but- we've another idea.\" *She giggled, a snicker, her body wiggling and writhing as she did so.* \"Geheheheee.. We'll have its house, we'll have its shoes, we'll have its shirt, we'll have its skirt! HAH!\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "At Adira's proposal, Soldr shook his head.\n\n\"Finding him is the easy part. But then what do we do?\" He asked. \"I watched Her Smolness over there squish him like a bug and that didn't do the job.\" Soldr glanced up, unsurprised at Nach's arrival. He'd known her immediately from her odd speaking pattern.\n\n\"Like Eyeballs said. If we killed him he'd just bring himself back to life. It might take weeks, maybe months, but that may as well be five minutes for us gods.\" He was lounging in the air as if it were a couch now, head resting on his fist. He didn't have much preference for Majesty's proposal. It looked like her using politics to try and position herself at the head of the table. If the others went along with it he'd try and join her, but if it didn't pan out he would just keep going as he planned. Onesifi's plan, however...\n\n\"A prison demiplane... That might work.\" Soldr said with a slight grin. \"Yeah, why not just make one and stuff him in it?\""
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "A singularity.\n\nA small burst of energy sparked in the hall; barely noticeable over the cacophony of the other Gods. Even with their presences masked, they still emitted enough to cover the small speck of divinity unless one where paying true attention. The singularity sparked again, resembling a small crackle of pitch-black lightning at the entrance of the hall. Within the next second, the spark appeared yet again. This time, it was like a lightning bolt had struck the area, disappearing as fast as it had appeared, with little to no sound.\n\n\"Eh, I just couldn't resist myself. I suppose this great trouble isn't about my arch-nemesis, is it? I was listening in long enough.\" A voice said, coming from Xanthous in his disguised form, who still stood at the entrance of the hall. He had shades as he did in the last meeting, and his vacation wear still remains. His hair was much more elaborate, and his crown was now just a tiny object of gold on the side of his head, bent at an angle.\n\n*I present to you, Xaniod! Prince of the Gods and Master of Late Arrivals!*\n\n\"If we are talking about the devourer,\" Xanthous continued, sticking his hands in his pockets, an arrogant smirk on his face. \"You won't get to him like this. I've fought him before, I was the first God to meet him. I know his tricks. He fights dirty, never head on. He uses petty lies and tricks like a misguided fool. He is dangerous.\"\n\nXanthous would never forget what Edon had told him...\n\n*\"This is my horizon, Xanthous. King of gods? You are the king of naught. You are not even worthy of my final blow, you are weak. You are not even the king of your own mortals. You are but the court jester that dances for their amusement.\"* Edon had said.\n\n*He laughed hysterically, the world began to twist and spiral. The illusion of broken vision started to slowly return to a normal setting. The epileptic fit of violent visual and peripheral assaults over. \"So Jester, dance for me.\"*\n\nThe anger coursing through Xanthous let him know one thing: He would kill Edon. Give that wriggling worm a slow, and very, **Very** Painful death. The brief spark of anger caused Xanthous' to emit a little bit of his masked divinity. It immediately snuffed out any other presence of the other Gods, since they where already masking their divinity. This brief moment where the gods appeared as mortals was perfect for any who sought to sneak in, or hide on a god. In the next few seconds, Xanthous withdrew his divinity."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*Melancholia was scrutinized as she spoke, the crystal catboy looking at her intently as she laid out her take on the motivations of Edon. When she was done, he simply nodded and gestured at the seat she had wandered over from.*\n\n\"Thank you for this intelligence. Please be careful with your passenger on the way back to your seat. Kin.\"\n\n*Rav'nixander began to speak when Xanthos burst in, said that they were the only one capable of fighting Edon and then left. There was a pause of silence in the aftermath before Rav chose to speak up again.*\n\n\"Barring that. *Underestimation*. Of what we are capable of here. I believe our current best option is containment. By reducing the harm he poses while allowing interaction with gods trusted by this council. Perhaps we can mitigate damage to the god's mental state. Or at the very least acquire the knowledge to derive a more permanent solution. If there are no well-reasoned objections. I would like to propose the structuring of this containment.\""
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"author": "sillykarma",
"message": "Adira was listening to Rav'nixander just as Xanthous decided to show up. She narrowed her eyes at him, as the self-proclaimed king of gods started to call them all useless. Adira already did not like him; he was like a poison. It mattered not. Adira would cleanse him in due time. Once Xanthous had left rather dramatically, Adira cleared her throat. \"I suppose that Gods cannot be kings, can they?\" Adira asked, her child-like voice making it all the more innocent. While Xanthous seemed like an... Interesting God, she was not sure which category he entered into with Onesifi's categories.\n\nAdira frowned inwardly to herself. Patience. Everyone was connected in some way; that was the beauty of Karma. First, to tackle the problem at hand. \"Well, having a demi-plane prison is all well and good-\" Adira snapped her fingers, and a miniature worm made out of water appeared in front of Rav'nixander(adapted from frequent mentions of gods calling him a 'worm' and \"Pest\", not that it was what he actually looked like). \"But how do you propose we capture him? If he fought nearly a dozen Gods and lived to tell the tale, how will we catch him? We need a strategy, a plan of attack. If what the arrogant God said is true, then what way will he come at us next? Where even *Is* He?\" \n\nThe worm then shifted into many undecipherable shapes, one after the other; blobs of water being manipulated. \"And I also have no doubt that there is more to him than meets the eye...\""
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Alas, the Archfiend's cause didn't inspire the kind of fierce support that she'd hoped it might. For all that this meeting was supposedly an attempt at cooperation, the gods were still afraid—not just of Edon, and of risking their sorry hides in an actual fight, but of *Commitment.* Everyone wanted to play at civility and claim they were on the same side, but the moment she proposed the idea of an actual binding vow, suddenly they all shied away.\n\n*As We thought. The only way to truly unite this cowardly rabble will be by force.*\n\n\"Ah well,\" She said aloud, without ever dropping her smile. \"It seems to Us that if the enemy does have allies, then the binding oaths of a pantheon would be the *Best* Way to determine who can be trusted. But We understand your fears. Conflict is not an easy thing, and some of you are yet quite... Inexperienced.\" Little wonder Edon had been able to fight so many of them off, if this was all the fire they could muster. She was half-considering just taking on the rogue god herself to set an example...\n\n...And half-wondering if he might not make a more valuable asset, given his evident willingness to *Act* With decisive and deadly intent.\n\nFortunately, a new opportunity had just presented itself. At Adria's questions, she couldn't help but let out a wicked little giggle. \"Oh, We know *Exactly* Where he is, darling!\" A snap of her fingers, and she'd manifested a view of the gathering of gods at where Edon had just appeared. \"Look! The bulk of his divinity lies before your very eyes. We can end his threat this very instant, if we all work together... Or would our dear Mister R prefer to *Investigate* For a few more years, hmm?\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Drink from the milk of the sirens. Drowning the sailors in town. Straggling the fear of deciding which ones deserve to drown... \n\nShe was pretty late to the party. Her four eyes were blinking from the left and right. She didn't actually know where she was going, after all, she was a newbie. Engraved in her memory the harm she had felt. All of her siblings were here. Or at least most of them, most of them were here. She poked her head inside the hall and looked around just to find a water clock. She has never been here before... She just interrupted, smiling gently and just standing besides her siblings who were talking.\n\nThe woman waved gently as she flapped her wings with ease, and suddenly a voice screamed her name.\n\n**Xantara, Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Motherhood.**\n\nShe actually didn't know what was going on.. So she got a little startled at first. She walked in, wearing a pretty white gown. She smiled gently and waved at everyone. Xantara was completely pink, and her four eyes looked from side to side.\n\n\"I am sorry for being so late...\" She apologized. She blinked and fixed her gown. \"Also... I am so sorry... What was this party about...?\" Xantara said a little confused with a little bit of arrogance in her voice."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"The escape of the Devourer does not speak of the strength of the traitor.\" She told Adira, \"But of the incompetence of the gods who attempted to stop him.\" She watched as Xanthous arrived to try and make himself feel more important than her truly was again. It was almost impressive, how he managed to make himself seem less and less impressive each time he tried to claim dominion and superiority over the rest of them. Still, what he had said reminded her of the betrayal of one of their own, siding with the Devourer and protecting him from a fatal blow. At the very least, the pathetic god seemed to be focused on ending the Devourer, so he would spend most of his time chasing that goal instead of annoying the rest of them.\n\nWhat Majesty showed the rest of them, though, was *Far* More important than any of the blather that their self-proclaimed Prince had spouted. She narrowed her eyes as she saw the Devourer himself, and as one of the few *Proactive* Gods there, she summoned her Abundances. \"And why are we not already down there, reminding him he is not welcome among us?\" She growled, \"Why do some of you have fragments *Fraternising* With him?\" She had half the mind to go down there and attack, but she wanted to hear what excuses the others had to spew before she started a fight with the traitor god that dared crawl back to their ranks.\n\nThey would feel the Wheatmother's essence fragmenting. Most of her essence had been here in the Hall, but only about a tenth of her now remained as the majority of her was sent down to deliver justice upon the betrayer. She expected at least a few of the other gods to follow suit. Surely not *All* Of her siblings could be weak and pathetic enough to refuse to aid her in this battle against this aberration that had once been their brother. The sliver of Triticea that remained regarded the other gods with disapproval, a silent, *\"Well?\"* Communicated just through her expression alone."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Hmm? Why'd Xanthous say I tried to fought brother Edon... That was just helping mother to not feel pain from his actions...?\n\n'Ah... Brother Edon is there then...? I do think I shall give him an earful of the fruit he rejected... Though Gaia didn't seem to think it was... Good for him to eat it either..?' TSU thought as she stared as to Maj's project, though she also kinda wanted to get closer to Maj to... She seemed much like her Dolls...\n\n\"Miss... Sister...? Might I... Lay to your arm... I might be... Chilly... Though hopefully not too much so... May I?\" TSU tried to ask mini-maj, though with so much to listen to she though to take some breaks to do such as listen, then continue her query... Though she did also not get why Edon was much, much more distasteful than even Vemtra... Did Gaia's imposement make them think such...?"
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"**HAH~!**\" *Majesty's wicked giggle precepted a terrible turn of events, a spontaneous shift from planning to execution which was to send our Nach doubling over in a fit of laughter. That murky malformed fragments of her dissolving before reconstituting itself several times over, wriggling and writhing through the floor.* \"Aahhhaahahahahaaaa~! Ahahahhaaaa~! HAH! Haaaaaa~! Most- Most marvelous! What a wonderfully whimsical whoa you've brought upon us, oh dear marvelously miniature Maji-Maji... We knew we so adored you!\"\n\n*A splendid stroke of spontaneity, our Nach was content to listen and wait here whereas she laid slit through the serpent's spirt elsewhere. She quite miffed to not have thought of this, oh but she was far too caught up by how marvelous Majesty's maneuver was to care! Such harrowing hilarity was sure to ensue, and now she had a mind to seize this opportunity and fan the flames further.*\n\n\"Ohohohohooo~! You tell I, you tell I~! It were a ritual it was, and that THING there was invited! The bones? They're of peculiar persuasion we suppose... None had taken arms by our arrival, curious! Cure-cure-e-US! Oh but not as curious as why we hadn't taken arms, are we an ally of their midst? A betrayer, also? Maybe~! Gehehegagaghehehh... Maybe not? You'll see, you'll seeee... Clear it'll be, clear as I myself.\"\n\n*Our Nach was far from clear at the moment, but regardless, her form here dissolved and left no trace of itself.*"
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr pointedly ignored Xanthous, instead watching as Rav'ni seemed to agree with his plan. And when Majesty brought up a vision of where Edon was, a wicked grin crossed Soldr's face.\n\n\"Alright, first priority for the new Pantheon is to end this asshole.\" Soldr said, his green eyes turning a ruby red and starting to glow.\n\n\"Guess it's time for that ritual, huh Rav?\" He said, snapping his fingers and forming a huge battle axe of brilliant orange energy in his hand.\n\n\"I don't like it when someone picks on someone weaker than them.\" Soldr said. As he went for the portal, he was already shifting into his war form. He blinked, and he had two pairs of eyes, one above the other. Two mouths, two, and when he talked it was with both at once. His legs were getting longer too , his hands distending into monstrous claws.\n\n**\"Let's go teach him a lesson.\"** He growled, stepping through the image as if it were a portal and into the meeting with Edon and the others."
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "Suzu didn't get a responce, which more then any thing caused her to relax a bit, or well... It did for a breif moment until she realized that every one had run off to fight Edon... She considered joining, feeling the pressure to join... But it wasn't exactly like she was an avid fighter... Oh well... As long as she kept part of her essence somewhere else right? \n\nA bit more paranoid then most, she wasn't just going to go with one split in though, but rather leaving the fragment that was here here, and splitting off one more some where else as she pinned her ears to her head.\n\n\"Are... You guys sure that charging in without a plan is the best idea, didn't he already avoid this once?\" She asked to no one in particular."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "As Melancholia reached to feel where Savarii had been hiding, the spider would skitter around, perhaps risking to even crawl and brush against the goddess' own hand as she did so. Savarii's attention was interrupted by the movement of the cloak, now that Melancholia was approaching Rav'Nixander and the subject of much more focus, she couldn't just drop off of the goddess or crawl on the exterior of the cloak lest she then be seen and found by more than just the goddess she had been hiding on. Of course, she was still a spider, something that could easily be ignored or even missed if she dropped anyway... But she noticed the suspicion of all the other gods nearby, something that might drive them to investigate the presence of another living being further. \n\nAs such, Savarii's movements would be more erratic. Those who focused especially close on Melancholia may even catch a glimpse of the lower half of the spider moving and disappearing further into the cloak as it flickered and moved.\n\nThen Xanthous emerged, fueling suspicion even further. Some may not have noticed his warning about mistrusting younger gods, but Savarii caught that loud and clear. She hissed to herself, did the god suspect her in particular? Was he referring to somebody else? Was he merely making an educated guess? She wouldn't take any chances, of course, but she did *Not* Take kindly to him spreading so much suspicion that would cast *Her* In a negative light. Not that she didn't *Enjoy* The negative light. As a Queen and Goddess of outcasts, she reveled in such a thing... Any publicity *Was* Good publicity, especially for a god who essentially fed on popularity, but she didn't enjoy it when it clashed with her more pragmatic needs and desires.\n\nThen, things got worse for her... Majesty makes her little reveal of Edon's appearance in the Void mere moments before Savarii could figure out how to react to his appearance. Almost immediately, Savarii knew this meant she would *Not* Be talking at this gathering any longer. She had the possibility to reveal her presence, maybe add some information or even help move the meeting along. It would have been beneficial if she wanted to use the information she had learned here *Without* Garnering suspicion later on, and she could even deflect suspicion by helping them out... But now, it was better for her other form to play dumb and act as if she had no clue or association around Edon's crimes or any attempts to stop them. \n\nHer other form was at the ritual and her best chance was to simply ignore Edon's existence and treat him as any other god to deflect suspicion off of herself, something she could not do if people knew she even remotely was involved in this meeting. She *Really* Entertained the idea to reveal herself and stop them, not for any desire to save Edon's skin... But to keep the ritual progressing smoothly, the easier she could spread to other mortal realms, the better for her. Unfortunately, such a move could easily be seen as protecting Edon and not being on \"Kill on sight\" Terms with the snake god was something she wished not to be discovered or investigated.\n\nAs all the different gods left or fragmented to go towards Edon, Savarii recoiled and dropped from her place in Melancholia's cloak. Assuming she hadn't been found (which was still very possible), she would move further into another corner of the Hall of the Gods, taking a risky path to hide herself further in the shadows and crevaces of the Hall of the Gods, closer to where Suzu was.\n\nShe risked being spotted on her way there, but once she got there, she would have a much harder time being discovered and an easier time moving around the outskirts of the meeting undetected. Should Melancholia had found her, however, she would merely crawl into a sleeve, forgoing all this cloak and dagger movement and playing the \"Im just a regular spider\" Card unless she was certain this god was Melancholia."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*They were going to war again. Majesty had given a glimpse of their foe at an acceptable arena and most of the gods **Lept** To go fight him. Rav let out a sigh, a performative gesture given its avatar had no need to breathe.*\n\n\"I shall. Remain here. And weave containment. I would *Prefer*. That the rest of you keep him *Distracted*. I would *Prefer*. That be through debate of Bones' new ritual. Rather than *Violence*. I shall. Remain here. And weave containment. Any gods who would prefer *Not* To join in the likely battle you all wish to render. May join your voices in mine for the weaving.\"\n\n*Even for the god whose voice is measured and restrained, that was a tense tone. Saying nothing more, Rav closed his eyes and began to hum the opening tones of ritual action.*"
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Though she'd tried very hard to be polite, Mini-Maj couldn't keep a wicked little giggle from escaping as her plan went off exactly as predicted. Triticea, Soldr, and Nach... Ah, how she adored all three of them! Would that all the other gods were so fun to manipulate, and not boring stuffy mineral-things like whatever Rav'nixander was.\n\nShe collected herself, and cleared her throat. \"Alas, We feel it is Our duty to go and aid the others. A nonviolent solution *Would* Be ideal, of course, but these things so rarely go as planned...\" A glance and a smile to the irritated Rav. \"We'll leave the containment in your *Trustworthy* Hands. Act with haste, if you can; We don't know how things will escalate on the other end.\"\n\nBefore she left, however, there was just *One* More thing to take care of. With her tiny wings flapping, the little Archfiend hopped right up to TSU and wrapped her short arms tight around the ashen goddess's form. \"How's this? Pretty warm, aren't We?\" Another little giggle from her, for she was indeed perfectly toasty. A truly huggable demon if there ever was one.\n\nShe cuddled her for a long moment, and then gently released her grasp. \"You stay here and help Rav'nixander with his ritual, okay? We'll meet with you again, We promise.\" Though she didn't know TSU very well, her domains alone made her very interesting to Majesty, and she'd need to catch up with her at a better time. Right now, however?\n\nRight now she had a dragon to slay.\n\n\"Pray for Our glorious success. This is Our final message! Goodbye!\" And with that, the adorable Mini-Maj dissolved into a swarm of minuscule red motes, and promptly vanished from sight."
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"author": "dawnacus",
"message": "Unlike most Gods who would drift into the doorway of the great hall, Hokmah's divided self merely followed the wooden makings of the hall, and sprouted himself from the ground up within it. This supposedly familiar area to the fresh god had caught his eye, and while his main self would continue on to the lower branches to enact his realm. Perhaps he may even spare a glance to other such gods in this area? He was are that he could not be alone. Several similar sensations akin to himself could be found elswhere on Gaia, though they simply are not around where he could properly gaze at them at the moment.\n\nMaybe waiting would bore fruit to it? The Green God of one eye smiled as he willed himself to one of the chairs, placing himself on it as his one limb turns into a long branch where a golden eye would perch itself at the top. Before letting his own body rest as if he had become part of the chair he sat on."
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "***Crunch... Nom... Nom... Nom..***\n\nChewing on a gifted apple from the Garden of Gaia, Puffsie arrived at a hall? Maybe? Whatever this place was, it looked pretty in their opinion. A clean wooden design was a theme in the world tree as anyone would think I guess, still appreciation was something Puffsie did not lack in giving, gawking slightly at the surrounding carvings and perfect symmetry. \n\nAttention was shifted to a chair, in it, sat a deity, the crunching sounds of an apple slowed then stopped. \n\n\"Hiya deityy\" Echo'd through the hall next as Puffsie moved closer towards the taken seat, apple held between two sleeved hands, as the cloud they laid on stopped before the one eye'd God. *So coollll*, an expression of interest merged with tiredness appeared. \n\n\"Super pretty place rightt?..Im Puffsie by the wayy..\" Attempting to make another friend, Puffsie introduces themselves first."
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"author": "dawnacus",
"message": "The previously raised arm now lowered itself to gaze its glowing open eye at the floating cloud God. Unblinking, before it returned into itself. The arm/hand now returning to a simple branch coming from the shoulder of the resting God, who now peeked his one eye open to smile at the newcomer.\n\n\"Puffsie. A very.. Fluffy, name befitting your demeanor.\" He commented as he strained his back to sit straighter. He'd like to be polite to the first God he'd meet after all. \"I am Hokma. Do not mind the eyes.\" He nodded to his branchy arm, as well as blinking his one only eye, as if there was a joke there somewhere.\n\n\"And yes, quite pretty.\" He commented as he gazed around. \"I may be biased due to my nature favoring the wooden nature of Gaia, but it truly is befitting what one would call a Hall for our kind.\""
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"author": "puffsie",
"message": "Puffsie watched as the God before them retracted their weirdly cool arm to a more simple state. Next, shifting their posture to a more polite one, slightly confused Puffsie tilted their head.\n\n\"Relax sillyy we're all family here no need to be so politee..\" Responding with their usual tired tone, the light nature of this God was something pleasantly seen by Puffsie.\n\n\"Reallyy? Thank youu..\" Suddenly surprised by the compliment, Puffsie looked into the deities eye and lightly smiled, displaying their appreciation for their unnecessary gesture of kindness. \n\n\"Hokma is a great namee... I think the eyes are super duper coolll..\", Puffsie spoke their mind freely attempting to make Hokma more comfortable in their presence, a warm feeling of friendship once again filled Puffsie's heart as they split the apple they held in half and gifting it to Hokma.\n\n\"Heree... The apples here are super gooddd..\" Reaching forward and holding the apple out to the God before them, a mirror like apple reflected the light of the room, releasing a scent of sweet and sour which filled the hall. Red as rubies, sweet like cherries."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"Yeah, well I didn't expect him to fucking decapitate himself and die.\" Soldr said, pulling himself through one of the portals he'd made during the fight with Edon. He'd taken some time to regenerate, then returned to human form. His body was covered in freshly healed burn marks from the lasers. He had his fist clenched around something.\n\n\"She died trying to stop him.\" Soldr said, shaking his head. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He'd admired Majesty and gone into battle alongside her multiple times. During the fight she'd redirected attacks and been the one leading the fight against Edon. He'd checked the stars, and the Archfiend's had gone completely out.\n\n\"I guess sealing Edon away is out.\" He wiped his tears off on the back of his forearm, then took a depe breath, regaining his composure.\n\n\"Maybe he won't come back either.\" Soldr sighed. He turned to look at Rav'nixander.\n\n\"I know you and Maj didn't see eye to eye, but do you remember her last wish?\" Soldr asked. \"She wanted to make a Pantheon. To make sure the other gods don't try to chop down Gaia or eat her fruit or anything.\""
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*Rav'nixander looks surprised for a moment as Soldr returns to the hall, before the avatar closes its eyes and nods.*\n\n\"I... This is what I wanted to avoid by handling this from here... Arrangements will have to be made for what she has left behind. Mortals and the like...\"\n\n*An uneasy silence from the catboy for a few moments.*\n\n\"Such a pantheon will need to act quick, if Edon's star resurges rather than fades. Or perhaps we should build out pantheon on ideals, rather than the swift pursuit of justice?\""
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Wait... Edon killed another sibling? Another pretty sibling too... \"Is her star okay?\" TSU had asked, though from a lantern her body held? Odd it might seem... \n\n\"You should stop letting our friends die...\" She told herself? She had lifted up the lantern to her face and said such... The face she made seemed quite disappointed...\n\n\"Wha- yea... I can't always stay on the side...\" The she said through the lantern... Seeming downcasted in tone.\n\nThe body of TSU nodded in agreement to Rav's point, they should act less loosely and more securelya... Such may require law even with deities."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"That's fine, then.\" Soldr huffed when TSU claimed she was talking to herself. \"I didn't mean to lash out at you. Sorry.\" He added. Then, he turned to look at Rav'nixander, shaking his head.\n\n\"We've got TSU, you, and me here. Let's form it now.\" He said. \"It'll let people know we're serious and make it easier for me to recruit.\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "The spider that had been hiding in the hall of the gods had remained for a while, hiding and waiting in the shadowy corners. With the ritual well underway, it felt... *Prudent*, to still have somebody watching the developments that were happening not so far away from the upper branches where Edon had spawned. It chattered and slowly made its way into the open, no longer hiding its divinity and presence in the shadows. The large, dark coloured arachnid leaps from behind the hourglass and skitters towards the group.\n\n\"I respect the unity my dears~\" The voice of Savarii comes from the spider. \"I'm glad you are the ones who remain from the previous meeting...\" Her voice says, her tone ominous. The spider would crawl towards the cat boy. \"Rav'Nixander... Or Rothelen... Whatever your true name is. You are the one behind this meeting and the leader who shall draft up the first pantheon among gods, so I beg you to let me join.\" She was unsure which name that Onesifi used was the correct one, but wagering it was the former simply from how everybody had behaved at the time. \n\n\"Forgive me for not announcing myself sooner, I was lead to believe that it was best to remain inconspicuous for this meeting and... Frankly, I had nothing to add.\" Savarii's voice says before the spider does a bowing motion. \"I am Hive-Goddess Savarii.\" The voice greets itself with an off putting amount of kindness and friendliness, yet there was that ominous undertone that she had never fully dropped. \"I believe that this yet to be pantheon has proven itself adequate in its desire to protect our brethren and avenge our losses. I have reason to believe I can place my trust and... The future of myself and my mortals, into your hands.\" Savarii says. \"I do not do this lightly but, there is... Some information that I believe may be of use to you.\""
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*The avatar watches the little spider intently before nodding.*\n\n\"Speak then. Savarii of the Hive.\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "The spider would let out a pleased hiss in response to Rav'nixander and another bow. \"Thank you...\" It hisses, it's voice oddly humble and... *Anxious* For the goddess. \"I come seeking help. I am... *Desperate*. You have proven yourselves to be capable of facing Edon once, and you have shown proper temperament and reflection that I can only hope affords mercy and restraint...\" Savarii hisses, her tone was subdued and less eccentric than usual. Oddly enough, she seemed to be speaking like a normal person for once. \n\n\"You were correct in believing that the attack on Edon only sought to motivate him further and inflame the matter...\" The spider speaks. \"He has been reborn and put out a call to his inner circle, small as it is...\" Savarii hisses ominously, *Hoping* Somebody would ask her how she knew about the situation.\n\n\"Edon seeks to conduct a ritual designed to attack Gaia, to attack *All* Of our brothers and sisters...\" Savarii says \"He seeks to destroy who we are as gods, to bring ruin to what we have built and strike o out against our mother...\" She whispers, her voice low. Despite her *Relatively* Normal and straightforward manner of speaking, she still used her pauses, mild eccentricities and suspense to add more weight to what she was saying, hoping it would be enough to stress the importance of what she was saying and her belief in the other gods' strength of both character and might. \n\n\"As we speak, the newly reborn Edon has secretly gathered all of his allies in a location and has commenced a ritual. It may already be too late to stop him but... I have to at least try to convey this message. I have to let you know that, despite everything, I am on *Your* Side...\" The spider hisses. If the inhuman arachnid could appear timid, hesitant and afraid, it certainly would convey those emotions.\n\n\"He aims to sever us from our mother. He's been forced on the defensive and, like any other cornered animal, is planning to strike. **Edon, the serpent god of fate, alongside his closest allies, is planning to sunder our immortality.**\"\n\nAs she speaks her final words, the spider goddess' red eyes start to glance around the gathering. She expected questions in response. *More details, a location, who was helping Edon, how she even came to know of this ritual...* Questions with answers she held that she hoped made her useful enough *Not* To strike out against."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"Hm. Deeply concerning. My suggestion. Then. Would be to make the formation of this pantheon also a counter-ritual.\"\n\n*The catboy breathes out deeply. The time for disguises has passed. Its form collapses into motes of light that coalesce back into a shard of crystal that now hovers above the meeting table.*\n\n\"I presume your knowledge of this. Comes from Edon trusting you. I wish to ask why he would and why you choose to turn.\""
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Hmm? Serious... Though also isn't the mechanical sibling here to? If but in lesser form...\" The body of TSU asked, gesturing to the mechanical beast like form they had left. The lantern TSU'd body held have a flicker of flame as Soldr said 'serious'.\n\n'Hmmm ohhh that's her name?' TSU thought... But when and were did they ever meet? Ughhh why can't I see when and even where??"
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "```hmm with your blessing i'm gonna ping everyone who was here maybe so they can figure out what they want to do and if/how they want to be part of the ritual.```\n\nSoldr leaned against the pillar, eyes closed in contemplation. He was aware of Savarii's entrance, but didn't react. The death of his ally had made him a little less hotheaded for the moment. As he listened to Savarii, Soldr seemed unfazed when he opened his eyes, but nodded.\n\n\"Alright.\" Soldr said. \"How many allies does he have?\" He asked Savarii. Soldr didn't really care for his own immortality that much, but he also was feeling extremely spiteful towards Edon. As for Savarii's trustworthiness, it made perfect sense to him. She didn't want to lose her immortality. He turned to look at Rav'nixander.\n\n\"We'll need to get more people than he did, right?\" Soldr asked."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "The spider glances away for a few moments, making a show of her hesitation and being deep in thought as the catboy asks his question. This was it, no going back... She hoped they would keep up to the heroic yet pensive types she had taken them for who were looking to settle the score with Edon. The spider doesn't speak for a few moments, simply staring at the crystal deity for a few moments, which may have been a silence long enough to figure out the truth on one's own, yet she answers soon enough. \"Because... I *Am* One of those allies...\" Savarii hisses. \"But please, before you cast judgement allow me to explain my actions...\" The spider looks up towards the gods there with eyes that were filled with emotion, something that didn't sit quite right on the arachnid. \"Edon has lured many young gods to his side. Young gods who, like I, could not stand against him...\" Savarii hisses. \"Some joined willingly, others... They had no choice. Many of us are young, insignificant compared to the god of fate and the power he carries. I knew I could not fight him in direct combat, so instead I hoped to watch from afar so that, should the time come, I may help the rest of my siblings in stopping him...\" The goddess knew full well that the part of her siblings being tricked or forced to join Edon was likely not true, however, she hoped it spurned on her brethren a bit more into acting against the god should the knowledge that he was planning a ritual was not enough. She turns to Soldr and chatters. \"Including myself, there are 4 others.\"\n\n\"When I was young... Well, younger than I was now, I was warned about a god who had eaten an unborn sibling...\" The goddess hisses, her tone bearing both sadness and guilt. \"But I had not known who was the culprit. I encountered Edon and foolishly trusted him as I did any of my siblings...\" Savarii whispers, her voice a low whimper.\n\n\"I didn't know who... *What* He was and what he had done until it was too late. I was in his realm. A single, young god at the mercy of the terrible serpent and...\" The spider trails off, its eyes flickering back and forth. \"He forced me to join him. He made me suffer... He threatened me, my mortals... *My children!* I *Couldn't* Refuse to help him...\" Savarii hisses. \"He's too powerful for me. I may not die permanently but... I would have never stood against him on my own. He sought out the young and weak deities, those who couldn't stand against him. Those who couldn't be manipulated were forced to stand by his side. Should I have disobeyed, he would have struck me down and made me suffer.\" Savarii looks up at the three with a defiant gaze \"You may call me a coward but... I couldn't allow such a thing to happen. If I was struck down, my mortals... My *Children*... *What would he have done to them?*\" Savarii's voice breaks as she says that, expertly showing just enough pain and fear about what she was doing that it didn't seem overplayed. Frankly, it looked as if she was trying to hold it back. \"I had to bide my time and watch from the side. He *Trusts* Me, I played my role... Now I want to make use of all that I learned.\"\n\n\"Please, I will help with a counter ritual but you must stop him first...\" Savarii whispers, her voice was pleading. \"Once the ritual goes through and he no longer has use of us, or should he realize it is being sabotaged... I... I don't know what he'll do to us. Some of our brethren were simply misguided, they don't deserve to suffer like this. If you promise mercy, I shall reveal to you to you the location of the ritual so that you may stop it.\" Much of what Savarii had said were lies and exaggerations, yet unverifiable by the current audience who was already on a time crunch.\n\n*But... They were good intentioned were they not? Hoping to further spur her allies into fighting Edon and rescuing her and her siblings from his evil clutches~* The spider's mandibles quietly click with a distant hunger as she looks up at her potential saviors. \"I beg of you...\" She adds."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*There is a long pause as the crystal god takes in the information. A tense moment as processes unseen take note of every piece of information.*\n\n\"We have enough gods here in this hall. To subvert the ritual... If Edon wishes to sunder immortality and die forever. Then we might be able to make it only effect him. Removing him from the board and leaving you and the others threatened safe from reprisal.\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "From the depths of her brain, she could hear her brother. A faint smile crossed her face as if she had actually been taken by surprise. Suddenly her pheromones filled the air, painting the hall pink. She was the devil, a beautiful, gorgeous, devil. The other gods just wanted her body, and love. Xantara was envied by many, and as her brother got closer, she turned around. \n\nThe smell of peaches was so intoxicating. \n\n\nHer beauty was astonishing. The pheromones in the air were screaming 'Love me' as well as they were... Giving her the attention she deserved. She got closer, her four eyes opening all at the same time. She held her wings as if they were precious, inviting to the touch. When she looked at him, she did not speak, until she fixed her black dress that exposed her abdomen.\n\n\"It is one pleasant evening, brother.\" She chuckled, raising one of her eyebrows, one of her eyes blinking at him. She wasn't waiting for anyone. Xantara was just there. She was.. Quiet, her voice being so demanding, yet elegant. After all, she was a mother. \n\nThe goddess of Motherhood got closer. There was a lack of light in those eyes. \n\n\"Oh, I understand.\" She mentioned once she got closer and fixed her black gown. It was so beautiful, made out of the stars. \"You need to leave all of your problems at the door darling.\" He was a hound dog wasn't he, dying from curiosity, and the goddess of love... Just smiled.\n\n\"Hmm... What are you called?\" Xantara said, looking at him with those four eyes she held, they were filled with sparkles."
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"author": "nox1644",
"message": "He stood there, taking in the looks of this woman.. Sure, by all means she was attractive, it's just he didn't feel much, not in the edgelord way - but in the more, it's just who he genuinely is. The god of isolation needs nothing but satisfaction in his life, and his satisfaction is brought about with the snuffing out of sound and the feeling of loneliness. He, unlike a lot of others, could go his entire life without social interaction - he held no need for it. \n\nThe pheremones just slapped the poor god in the face at this point, and in it.. His melancholic expression didn't change a bit. Sure, he was still curious, but he didn't feel the slightest bit changed. Maybe the fact his body couldn't physically receive and detect pheromones would explain is abnormal resilience when faced with utter beauty. His body didn't need to detect anything unnecessary, only optional senses were left with him - the feel of touch, the hearing he resented so much.. Because if he had not been able to hear, how could he possibly tell sound from silence? How could he ever snuff it out completely? His sense of taste and sight remained, but besides these.. The lad didn't have anything else.\n\nWith a sigh to himself in his head, the god rather calmly dropped himself from the ceiling to the floor, landing with no noise ever gracing the hall. He was truly as quiet as his title made him to be.. Nox snapped his fingers, and in that brief moment - it seemed as though all sound had been completely halted full stop. No words could be spoken, no footsteps could be made, nothing could be heard. Using the same telepathy he used earlier, he spoke.\n\n\"Someone who would be ever-so thankful if you spoke through your thoughts and not your mouth. My ears are ever-so sensitive.. My name is Nox, god of Isolation and Silence, Silence and Isolation. You would be..?\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Following the tunnel into the portal of her mind, laying down all of her burden and stress, stares at the clock made out of the holy water of Gaia, and watches as finally she puts him to the test. Xantara, the goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood was not just anybody. She had her eyes on the price, she just smiled at the silence. It was something she was too familiar with. His focus was empty, he was rushing to talk with her. Xantara was more than just fresh meat, she was more than that. She was powerful.\n\nShe was curious, by now, he would've been on his knees. Many end up kneeling before even... Gods. She raised her eyebrow, it did not disgust her. On the contrary, she was pleased. The goddess of love got closer, she was used to crushing hearts, but now, she could show how far obsession goes. She didn't really care to be silent, so she just nodded when the sound disappeared, it was a feeling she was not used to, but will of course, keep silent for this man.\nIs wishes. \n\n\"Nox, it is so great to meet you, my lovely butterfly.\" She mentioned, holding back her words, replying inside her brain. Soon the sound of crushing bones, of touching bodies, could invade her mind. \"My name is Xantara, Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Motherhood.\" Her mind was quick and precise. \n\nHe was like a bad tattoo, always under the skin even when it was removed. Positions she was forcing her way into. The sound of her blood pumping was loud. \n\n\"I am surprised by your senses. Most would be on their knees now. I respect that... Some can't wait to crush my bones, our bodies to touch, push me, pull me, and finally... Crush me. Of course, this is mostly mortals... And some gods that cannot resist the urge of possessing me, or loving me.\" She chuckled inside of her mind. \n\nShe got closer, as silent as she could.\n\n\"May I ask, my dear brother, what are your faculties? Do you have a ream? Or are you also isolated from that?\" Xantara thought, some of her words were slimy and superficial, yet she wanted to make it beneficial to both of their causes, the black dress she was wearing started to change. Mostly to another dress, which was white, but now it was smaller, covered in flowers and moss.\n\nOpening her wings, she flapped them gently as she fixed them. She didn't need anyone to make her life sweet.\n\nShe stared at him, with those big eyes of hers. He could help her when she was at a loss for words, and bring up her memories when she was in the temporal realm. Her brain controlled her silky flesh. She wondered when did gods started to separate brain and heart as if they could stay alive alone. They were a part of each other, no power store and no database, there would be just a shell left behind.\n\nThere was passion blooming through her bones, and heartstrings triggered emotional streams, where rivers connect all of the gods. When did he start to become so calculated, pushing his hand to his chest, he was testing her, wasn't he?\n\nWill she be the jester to entertain him to the best of her ability? \n\nShe was not just any mortal, defected by this form, she rather be tested by goddesses. She was more than a chapter of books. He had to learn that her eyes could see every subtle movement."
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"author": "nox1644",
"message": "He was still going over everything he was seeing in his mind. Too many details screamed perfect, and in more ways than one, Nox didn't like how perfect she was - in fact, he almost detested it. He adored imperfections, uniqueness and inequalities within people, whether it be an odd amount of limbs, irregular hair colouring, intricate and simplistic internals. With her introduction, it became clear as to why Nox felt the way he did regarding her appearance.. Artificial emotions, that's all they were to him, that's all he thought of them as. Anything to compliment this woman for was likely just her unique charm.\n\nAs she continued to go on about her lovely backstory, Nox's mind sort of just.. Spaced out, now wondering if maybe there was something he could do back at Setsugen, something he could relay to his actual body. Nothing came to mind besides \"Don't trust\", and then this message, alongside a mental note of Xantara's appearance was relayed to the original body of Nox. He'd likely have to go have a long soak in an ice lake after this to get rid of all the pheremones being brushed onto him.. Hell, it may even affect the Senchi.. A problem - he can't seem to recall if he disallowed their perception of such chemicals..\n\n\"You needn't worry about that, Sister.. I'd rather have some cards.. Yeah. Cards left up my sleeve.\"\n\nHe noticed the changing of the dress, the paler palette certainly would've brought an odd sense of gratitude in regards to her.. It was like she knew what his favourite colours were.. Not much of a surprise there, almost any god, after glancing at his domain, would have gathered such. Or maybe this was just a coincidence? Either way, the white certainly made it nicer to stare, he was being overwhelmed by the pinks and blacks.. And the exposed skin she repeatedly fixed.\n\n\"The dress at least looks pleasant.. You know style, and I admire that.\"\n\nStill though, what was pestering him was just how close she was getting.. Sure, by now, Nox would've just walked off, not wanting to be disturbed by the warmness of one's body, nor their breath, their aura, whatever he could feel. He didn't want that. But, he remained still, his eyes only occasionally going up and down as things changed with the goddess, the fluttering of her wings, the swapping of the outfits, any slight bit of movement with her person was noted.\n\nThe god of silence just continued to stand there, basically motionless as she went around moving her arms, flicking her wings, blinking and winking at the man.. What could he ask of her? Was there anything that could be said? Was there anything TO say?\n\n\"Look.. Before you try anything.. Rash, I'm not in the business of giving nor receiving love of any kind.. Whether it be platonic, romantic, or whatever else you can think of. You can try however hard you wish, play with whatever feelings I may have left when designing this vessel.. Tug at my arms, pull me apart even.. Just don't expect any affection to be tossed back at you.. Goddess of love.\"\n\nWhen he began thinking back on her title, she mentioned she was the goddess of love, fertility and motherhood, right? It was that motherhood part that brought a pleothora of questions to his head. How many kids does this mother have? How many fathers and step-fathers do those kids possess? How many half-siblings and genuine siblings do each have? He didn't like her character in the slightest, she was the polar opposite of what he was, what he admired in this life of his. She was accompanied by many, loved by more, likely had children more than he could count. And Nox was alone, quiet, he relished in his own melancholy. His sadness and his quietness were his greatest assets, much like how Xantara's were her looks and her adaptability regarding the men..\n\nThe more he thought about things, the more he came to despise the woman.. Whether it was envy, or whether it was genuine hatred, he knew not. The god of silence had found himself lost in thought once more.. And that served into a feedback loop.\n\n\"Although.. Because you remind me of my own mother.. I can at least love you for that.\""
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"author": "nox1644",
"message": "The god merely stared, watched and took in the sight before him. A beauty that admittedly rivalled even his own creations.. Which was an annoyance if anything. It meant that his art was not at the pinnacle of its design, especially if he found a mere dress more beautiful than them.. He definitely needed to study this, he could learn more that might add to what was missing with his works, his craft, his reason for birth. Sure, he was no god of perfection or beauty, but he certainly rivalled them with his tenacity when forming either new life, statues, outfits and the like.\n\nEven his current outfit was interesting, shoulders exposed, mismatched colours splitting the overall outfit into four segments, his hair was tied back - and.. If anything, he almost looked like some kind of jester. But this was on purpose, the weirder he looked, the less people were bound to interact with him. A simple yet surprisingly effective strategy that works with most logical ways of thought, but not all. Plus, it wasn't just what people could physically see on his person that would've weirded them out, it would've also been what they could feel. An unreasonable amount of pressure was being exerted onto a teeeeeeny bit of the area surrounding him, only really being felt if you were to close in on him to the point your noses were touching!\n\n\"Sister.. You wouldn't mind if I have a closer look at your dress? I'm curious as to why I find it as.. Hm.. Pretty..? Maybe.. I want to see if I can figure out why I'm so allured by it.\"\n\nThe god could hardly hold himself back, it was almost something he just HAD to do. He had to look closer, he had to give it a touch, he had to analyse every last detail of the outfit.. Hell, given who he was dealing with, it might not have been the dress that piqued his interest but the wearer itself. And then that begs the question.. Why? Whether it was her physical appearance, or perhaps some form of magic weighing down upon his thoughts, he knew not. And if it was a genuine physical trait that did it, finding out how it captured even his attention would be the first on the agenda. By whatever means necessary.\n\nDespite his gloomy appearance, despite how truly despairing he looked, regardless as to all the melancholy swelling up behind the eyes, there was something about him now.. He was almost more lively with his thoughts, his hands were fidgety, his eyes continued to scan her up and down even faster than before, taking in every single detail. Could it be the colouring? Could it be the texturing? How about the overall design? All things that could be the cause of such beauty to be created.. Hopefully he'd be able to figure it out at a closer glance, or maybe his sister would be inclined to teach him exactly how she made it.. Maybe he could learn to refine his art to an even better state, something all gods, and not just himself, could admire!\n\n\"Yes.. Mother is truly brilliant.. I'm sure she can hear all of us, our thoughts.. Our- words.. Everything. Although, it's saddening she has yet to speak herself.. Maybe one day.\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Women have this sort of... Magic. She had this gaze that screamed that she was in charge. Her four eyes observed his, which were red like her moon cycle. \n\n\"What do you need?\" The goddess of love thought, for some reason, her voice sounded a little bit softer... Submissive? It truly wasn't, she was watching him carefully. She gives tenfold, and she could grow a family from the womb, a family. She provided him with love, but she was overlooked and unappreciated. Men could reciprocate, Xantara had a delicious taste. Nox needed a woman's touch... Didn't he? As she allowed him to get closer to her. Many worship her hips and waist, she was so feminine and had so much grace.\n\nHis outfit was... Interesting. Yet, Xantara just analyzed him with that aspect of hers. She smiled at him, showing just a singular dimple. Imperfection, an imperfection that she felt... She hid her face with her hair, lowering her smile. She quickly fixed herself.\n\nShe wasn't weirded out by him in the slightest, after all, she loved everyone and she was on everyone's team... When he asked if he could get closer to her dress, Xantara smiled.\n\nHe was falling. She wanted to try and experiment, but suddenly the air turned lighter. He was nothing but... Another one. Why was he so allured? Of course, she was the goddess of love. Everything about her was alluring, from her aroma to the soft touch of her plump skin,\n\n\"I understand.\" She looked at Nox and allowed him to get closer. Nox was so cute to her, she got it, he wanted it, and he needed someone who could prove him wrong. She still had empathy... Or even let her demons off their leashes. As he scanned her up and down, she got closer to him, and walked in circles around him. He was nothing... But a hound dog... \n\nShe loved how he was losing himself when she was corsetted. So, she decided to do something. Take off the dress. Don't worry, Xantara already has something else under her. Another dress!\n\n-\n\nShe lowered the white dress, revealing her shoulders, and some of her abdomen, as another dress flourished from her chest, covering her the instance she lowered one of the shoulders. She was so beautiful, even that glimpse of that shoulder would leave a mortal blind. Her body was so slender, and some might argue that she was unfit for bearing children.\n\nBut who cares about that?\n\nThen she handed it to him. The dress was completely normal and simple. It was a white dress with some flowers and moss. It was a very beautiful dress, yet it looked nothing like before when it was on her body. She laughed, and carefully fixed her new dress.\n\n\"Do it... Take it.\" She was a queen, she looked up and down at his outfit with a smile. Her wings opened, establishing some air, of superiority. She had the spotlight for a moment, and then, with her hand, she touched his shoulder. \"I can teach you how to make one. But, you have to... Do me a favor.\"\n\nShe was the devil, she was a rebel, and they just wanted her love and her energy.\n\nIf he gave her the chance, she would a hundred percent go there."
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"author": "nox1644",
"message": "Whilst glaring, Nox began to stretch a tad. Clicks and cracks were seen as his arms slowly resisted and then gave in to the stretching, yet none were ever heard. You could see when his bones were snapped during this, but his authority over sound seemed to completely negate its effect, no noise dared disturb the god's stretching. He took note of her sudden change of voice, it was easier on his head at the least - he didn't necessarily like people yelling away through telepathy as even that disrupted the god's pleasure. Silence was preferred, whispering through thoughts was regarded as kindness and speaking was at least bearable.. But raise your voice, and Nox would shut you out of his head instantly. \n\nAnyways, whilst he awaited a response, he took note of the subtlest of changes in this woman's stare onto himself. He felt nothing from it but curiosity, whatever was she glaring at? There really wasn't much to be impressed by here. And this was him talking himself down again. Nox was brilliant, a perfect example of a god in fact, bound to his domain, watched mortal life from afar and rarely ever tampered with its fragility. But of course, he didn't see himself as much - someone not even worth looking at. Yet he wanted to be known. A contradiction, and a large one at that. \n\nHe heard a voice again, their eyes meeting again - his blood-red eyes to her own. Of course, it didn't last long before she circled the lad like some kind of shark, clearly trying to get a better look at him? He merely stood there and waited, letting her look at whatever it was she wanted, not much care. Again, there wasn't much to be impressed by, not the outfit, and most certainly not him.. Unless that's a reason to be impressed? His sheer simplicity.\n\nHis head perked up, by only the slightest tad when she began removing her dress. It was so slight that most people wouldn't have even noticed such a jolt, but to him, it was shocking. Instead of keeping such a work of art on her person, she'd willingly give it to him? He was almost honoured. He wasn't hypnotised by the thought of an undressed woman, no, but by the idea of being able to get a closer look at such art! But now that he had it in his hands.. He tilted his head.\n\nIt was the same dress, and yet- where did that feeling he had regarding it go? It was basically the same fabrics he used with his own outfit. There was nothing interesting about this! He was almost disappointed, the stitching was similar, almost identical to his own, the quality was indifferent to his own attire, and even the weight of it was comparable to his own.. So why? Why did he like the look of such.. Simplicity? There was nothing intricate about this! \n\nHe glared up after a tad, and when he looked at her new outfit, that same feeling from earlier returned. It had to be her, something magic about it. Could it be he was really complimenting the wearer as opposed to the outfit? Someone like him? Surely not.. But that's the only explanation he had regarding such oddity. His confusion was disrupted with the touching of his shoulder. Normally, she'd have lost her entire arm doing that, but not this time.. He was still processing everything.\n\n\"Hm.. So long as it provides me with the same feeling I have regarding your current attire as opposed to this.. Then.. I'll at least hear your terms. What favour do you require, depending on what it is I'll make my judgement..\""
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Her baby. For a moment, Nox reminded her of her baby. She looked at him with those brilliant eyes, and she smiled. She was betting on losing dogs, she knew she was losing, but she had paid for her place. Xantara was losing by their side as well. Her hand finally lets go of Nox. She wanted... Something. Something special to her, she wanted him.\n\nEverything was coming back, and for her, it was the end of the world. She was starting over, and she loved him. He was inside the hall, and for some reason, Xantara felt so distant. She needed a quiet place, where she could scream how much she loved him. Her hands were shaky. She knew everyone was tired of her. \n\nShe watched him observe the dress she had given him. Xantara loved everyone so hard, and she still couldn't sleep. Everyone was tired of her, and all the things she doesn't talk about. When he was so curious about the fabric, she just smiled. Her motherly instincts seemingly wanted to kick in. So as she backed up, she showed him the dress and proceeded to tell him her terms.\n\n\"I want you to come take lessons from me once a week. If you can, of course, I will teach you the trick.\" There was a hole in her heart that helping others filled. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat. She knew he wouldn't accept. \n\n\"For now, I will just say, the trick is knowing how to pull it off. I can do it to you as well.\" She thought as she got closer. She had to face, that in this place she shouldn't show a trace of doubt. But poured against the grain, she felt a little pain, that she would rather do without. Xantara wanted to be free...\n\nShe would always think of the others, she saw their face, as the days passed. The days passed so fast, but memories last. Summer, winter, and year by year. She heard the same words inside her ear, trying to restart and be smart, but the thoughts of being loved haunted her heart. She didn't want to be alone, just binding her time, she needed somebody dearly, and Nox would be sublime as a friend.\n\nSpring and autumn, up and down, she kept trying to escape this feeling. Her wings opened as if she were to take flight, but, she backed up. Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight. Why did she feel abandoned? Wasn't she supposed to be perfection?\n\nShe wondered if that... Dress actually got his attention, rather than hers. Xantara the goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood, a goddess which belonged to everyone, yet, she didn't belong to no one. Xantara got closer and touched the dress, it once again shining as if it were on her. The trick was the one who was wearing it. Just as his clothes, she could fix them a little.\n\n\"I wonder... What do you want to know about my attires? How to make them? How to... Fix them...?\" Xantara looked him up and down, trying not to be disrespectful, yet, she was sure he knew that his attire was... Interesting. Please... Xantara's eyes were now filled with stars, waiting for him to accept her offer.\n\nShe was really hopeful. After all, it was not always that the goddess of love actually gave fashion advice."
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"author": "maximaybe",
"message": "Laumi wandered into the hall of the gods, and sat on a long wooden table, looking around at the large hall. He was new to the area, and found the hall rather marvellous. He took a red berry out of the satchel, and he began to nibble it cheerfully, gazing about.\n\nHe had created a world, and peoples, and creatures, and even his own demiplane, and he was whatever the equivalent was to tired was for a deity. He figured he'd explore the world tree in the meantime, whilst he recovered.*"
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"author": "federal_agent764",
"message": "*As he ventured forth into the world tree, Johan would eventually come upon a grand hall with dozens of statues lining each side. They all seemed like they should be familiar to him yet he could not truly place where they belonged. As he kept walking, multiple doors appeared on each side on him, but he did not enter any of them.*\n\n*Instead he keept walking until he found a pair of large and heavy wodden doors, opening them another hall with a table surrounded by dozens of chair appeared before him. On the table, however, something unusual was happening. A small mouse was eating some red berry on the table, it was the first sign of life Johan had seen since he entered this world aside from that strange woman.*"
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"author": "maximaybe",
"message": "*The mouse turned towards him as he approached, and tilted his head, before scampering along the table towards him.*\n\n\"Hello!\"\n\n*Said the little red-brown mouse, finishing off the berry with a last few bites, wrapping his tail around himself.*\n\n*Its not normal for mice to smile. Either way, the mouse did, because mice don't care whether everyone else thinks they can smile or not.*"
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"author": "federal_agent764",
"message": "*Upon hearing the mice speak Johan would stop for a moment, normally that shouldn't be possible but given the world that he had found himself in it seemed like possible and impossible were loose terms at the very least. Taking a step forwards he would approach the mice.* \"Hello?\" *He said with a somewhat confused tone of voice.* \"Do mice usually speak around here?\" *There existed no value in fighting something as weak as a mouse, as such, Johan knew that he could probably get some information about the world he had found himself in from this one.*"
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"author": "maximaybe",
"message": "\"Yknow, I have absolutely no idea. The only other mice I've seen, I made, and they don't speak to anyone other then me. I'm a little new here.\"\n\n*He thought for a second, then small dragonfly wings flicked out from his back and flew up into the air, darting about around the head of the new visitor.*\n\n\"My name is Laumi.\"\n\n*He said simply, before approaching a little closer to Johans face.*\n\n\"Whats yours?\""
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"author": "federal_agent764",
"message": "\"Goldenheart, Johan Goldenheart.\" *Was the short reply he would give the flying mouse.* \"If you know where I can find the ruler of this realm, I would be most thankful for that information.\"\n\n*Johan would look around the hall as he walked a little, eventually settling down in one of the many chairs that surrounded the table.* \"Do you know what this place is?\""
},
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"author": "maximaybe",
"message": "\"I'll he honest, you're the first being I've ever met. It's nice to meet you though. A ruler? Uhm... I don't know any ruler. You look kind of like a ruler, don't you?\"\n\n*He flicked about Johans head as he walked through the hall and sat down, before perching on the table in front of him, gesturing with his little hand to the golden locks.*\n\n\"I... Dont know that what a ruler is exactly... But you seem to meet whatever description I've made up.\""
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"author": "federal_agent764",
"message": "\"I see so you were just born like myself then...\" *He would say with a foggy tone of voice, almost like his thoughts weren't with them at the moment. He would look to the other side of the hall, there another set of heavy wooden doors stood. Johan wondered what lied beyond those doors.* \"Very well, I shall see for myself then what this realm has to offer.\" *With that he stood up and began heading towards the pair of doors, seemingly having lost any interest in the mouse.*"
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"author": "maximaybe",
"message": "*Laumi shrugged, then twitched his nose, then pulled out another berry from his satchel, and began to nibble once again.*\n\n\"Bye!\"\n\n*He waved a little.*"
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Sometimes, a guy needed a break from all the instigating and creating. That's precisely what Guerre needed as he stepped into the place, his eyes darting across the hall. He had no idea how long he had stayed in his realm, creating mortals and erecting mountains. He also had no idea how long he had slumbered. Ten different consciousnesses spread out across his realm, and it still wasn't enough. And so, he elected one of them to go off and \"Relax\" In whatever way possible. Strapped to his hip on a scabbard was his sword, surprisingly made late during his time of immortality.\n\nIt was strange how the first thing he did when being born from this ethereal tree was sprint head-on towards the lower branches. Stranger still, he didn't fall.\n\nNowadays, he has yet to talk to his kin, something put off in the myriad of plans that only continued to grow in his head. It's safe to say he was still extremely pissed at that one goddess who caused a slaughter of his people in their earlier years. He still wished he had attacked, done something, vowing that the next time someone of his kind presses him like that again, he'd rock their shit. But he was here for diplomacy firstly, not for fighting. Not yet, of course.\n\nHe continued to look around for anyone to talk to."
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"author": ".greatwolf",
"message": "They had only just been born, hadn't even made it fully out of the tree! Certainly, they had yet to meet any of their fellows. None of their fellow's creations or children, either. Where could they all be? After birth, there wasn't a pull in any particular way. Nothing to tell them where to go, who to meet. Only that unending drive to instigate some combat. To put themselves against others in some kind of competition. So it is that they saunter into the Hall, hands resting at the back of their head, a long suffering sigh pushing past their lips.\n\n\"Where, where, where?\"\n\nOh, but there actually was another here. Who might it be? A vaguely friendly smile slips its way to their features as they make to close the distance between themselves and Guerre, one hand dropping from their head to offer up a wave.\n\n\"Hey, hello, hi! I'm...\"\n\nA brief pause to find their name.\n\n\"Oda!\""
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre's head turned to face them. Great, he thought, a volunteer. He would have preferred someone else to approach him rather than the other way around, so this was a welcome change of pace. His eyes scanned them up and down.\n\n\"Guerre,\" The god replied in a softer tone.\n\nHe felt something starkly familiar with this one, a form of kinship he had sensed with another deity from a while back. Perhaps someone like him in terms of domain? In short, he was interested.\n\n\"Were you just born?\" He asked, tilting his head, his eyes fixed on them."
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"author": ".greatwolf",
"message": "It was an interesting sensation, speaking to another deity. There was a sense of belonging, almost, with this one. They couldn't quite place it, but in the end it mattered little to them. Once they've closed a decent distance, and they no longer have to shout at each other to talk, both hands drop to rest easy on their hips, head tilting a bit to the side in an unintentional copy of Guerre.\n\n\"Oh, yea. Just.. Uh.. Hatched? I'm the god of combat!\"\n\nThough that word didn't exactly sit right with them, god. It felt just a little off.\n\n\"Goddess?\"\n\nThey could here the question in their own voice. This wasn't the right term either. Oda was hard pressed to think of the proper word, so hands are thrown up in the air with a quick 'ch'ka' of frustration. \n\n\"I am Combat!\"\n\nThat worked just perfectly."
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "\"Combat,\" Guerre echoed, nodding along.\n\nSo, that's what made this one so interesting, he thought—similar domains. He examined their figure, tilting his head. With hindsight, they did seem like a deity of combat. He uncocked his head and tried to replicate the same enthusiasm as Oda.\n\n\"And I, a god of war,\" He stated, pointing at himself.\n\nIt left a sour taste in his mouth, however. Not that he lacked pride in who he was, but it was more like he hadn't earned that title yet. All he had done was make mortals fight each other. I hope this isn't going to be a consistant problem, he thought again. The sudden tick in his head began to buzz at the back of his brain, but he shook it off for now.\n\n\"Just hatched? Well... Welcome, I suppose, to your new 'life.'\"\n\nA hand reached out to shake theirs."
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"author": ".greatwolf",
"message": "War! That would be what this sensation is. As if they were siblings, in a sense, with Guerre being the older, more responsible brother. Oda was a part of war, but not war. War was too big for them. It encompassed too much. But they were quite interested in it, all the same. When Guerre extends a hand, they take it firmly for a shake. Just a couple of pumps before they let go. Despite their figure, their grip is more gentle than harsh. That vaguely friendly smile finds it way to their features again.\n\n\"Thanks for the welcome! Not entirely sure what to do now. Have this vague urge. Like.. An itch?\"\n\nOne they haven't found a way to scratch, though they haven't been alive very long yet. Perhaps this guy could help them out?\n\n\"Combat is a part of war. Is that what I'm meant to do? Be a part of war?\"\n\nIt feels almost correct. Adjacent to it. Just a little step to the left, and they're where they should be.\n\n\"What is it that you do, Guerre, God of War?\""
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "An itch. Yes, that's the best way to describe what Guerre experiences every so often. Whenever he witnesses the skirmishes in his realm, the little war games they have amongst themselves to determine who's the strongest, Guerre always wants to jump right in and prove himself. But it's too easy. They are like ants to a large boot.\n\n\"I relate,\" He responds simply. \"I've had it for quite a while. It's easier to handle when you relieve it vicariously through your mortals.\"\n\n\"...Or we could battle it out of our systems,\" Guerre offered, almost desperately. However, he was unsure about this. They were just born, and he didn't want to potentially break them.\n\n\"Not everything in war is combat. Just as every combative encounter should be considered a war. More nuanced, I think,\" Guerre offered the sentiment. He wasn't one for being philosophical, but he knew that there were subtle differences between the two. Oda seemed more outspoken than Guerre initially thought, perhaps it's the new-hatched jitters.\n\n\"Other than tending to my realm, I suppose I try to make myself familiar here. You must always serve the land before striking~\""
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"author": ".greatwolf",
"message": "For a time, Oda remains silent, digesting what the other has said. They make it known they listen by giving nods at the appropriate times - though their timing is just slightly off. Hand lifts to their chin in thought, before dropping back to rest on a hip. Guerre seems to be getting closer to the core of them. Its been helpful!\n\n\"I think you might be right! I'll have to think on the totality of combat itself.. But for now I thi—\"\n\nBut they hadn't processed everything the other had said. His mortals? Head tilts to the side as eyes narrow in a scrutinizing way. The idea of it comes to them, slowly, but it does. Creation. It was in them to create. To be worshipped. Divinity. This new knowledge has them start to pace, a slow gait back and forth, as if meaning to worry their imprint in the hall.\n\n\"Creation. Worship. Is that what we are? Beholden to the idea of creating and being worshipped?\" \n\nMostly its rhetorical pondering, but their words are always directed Guerre's way. He is their first compatriot, and whether the God of War is privvy to it or not, Oda has already assessed them as an ally of some sort.\n\n\"Could I see your mortals? Your creations? Maybe partake in some combat? Against you or them, I think either might spark something. \"\n\nAs for what to call them...\n\n\"Oh, and no bother on what to call me, Guerre. I'm not particular.\""
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"author": "clonkl",
"message": "\"Creation and worship seem to be the only things that matter here,\" Guerre guessed.\n\nHe had wondered the same thing when making his realm. What happens after? Does he just keep creating wars, realms, and people until the end of time? It sounds good at first, but Guerre always thought about the potential boredom that might ensue. Then again, he is still relatively new, only alive for a couple of hundred cycles.\n\nOda was brand new, but Guerre was already starting to like them. At least, compared to the other deity he met around his first few cycles. Perhaps it's the shared kinship in domain. Perhaps it was something in their eyes; the eyes of a warrior. Something that he made sure every one of his mortals, from the small bugs to even the largest mounts, had. Guerre hoped that this newfound friendship would help him with... Something.\n\nThat was strange. He had just thought of an idea so grand, and then it disappeared. He chalked it up to memories of his past life fading in and out of his head once again and snapped back to reality.\n\nThey asked him to see his realm, and he obliged, bowing his head down respectfully as a smile grew on his face. Guerre, like the proud, all-mighty father that he is, was proud of his creations. Proud of his realm, despite how simple it is. But he was most excited about the idea of actually fighting someone on his level.\n\n\"I wouldn't have it any other way. Let me lead you towards it, yes?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "A feminine being of multicolored, physically altering form wanders into the hall of the gods, confused, and slightly dazed. The room would be swiftly and suddenly overcome by a powerful smell, both horrific and delightful (like that of cigarettes and candy, of weed and wine, of intoxication). Many eyes mold into existence from the surface of this female's form and gaze across the surfaces of the area, spotting more deities, more creatures of divine power, creatures that would surely know what this place was.\n\nShe takes a few minutes to gather herself, before asking no one in particular, in a quiet, slightly terrified manner, \"Where am I?\""
},
{
"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "The Hall of the gods had not been filled with this specific presence since the day of her birth. On the thirteenth of Mahlios, the blackened apple fruit birthed the entity known as Sinrael. Today she would revisit, knowing another new sibling of hers was wandering it's halls most likely alone. Black smoke began to roll underneath and inbetween the cracks and crevasses of the massive doors that led into the first hall, where the newborn deity stood. As the smoke rolled in, it twisted and slithered across the ground until it rose up a bit and began to fill the room though it was thin. Some of the smoke was more condensed, forming a humanoid shape behind the newborn deity who stood alone. \n\nThe sound of a deep nasal inhale would come from just beside the newborn gods head, as if someone was smelling their hair or obtaining their scent. Once the scent was obtained, the smoke began to twist and turn into a humanoid form, floating in the air a bit and around the Godling. Her skin was pale and mostly covered, even the upper half of her face was covered by the large black hood and it's shadows that she wore. Her garb itself seemed to be made of the thickest of these black smokes with only her hands, a leg and her lower face exposed. \n\nThough her eyes were unseen, the Godling could very much see the wicked smile that spread from cheek to cheek full of razor teeth like a smiling crescent moon, resting on its side. The pale lips parted and her voice rang through for a moment. Soft and whispery with a touch of seduction or allure, but just as noticable was the raspy, coarse tones and cackles that followed her words. \n\n\"You wreak of... Confusion... Interest... Is poor little baby all sorts of curious? Or is your location the only question you have? Welcome!\" The woman's soft tone shifted into a shrill scream as she yelled welcome. \"To the hall of the gods, of which... You are... So tell me... Who are you and what do you embody? What is your true... Core?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "The multicolored creature wreaking of an intoxicating scent physically recoils several times over the course of this woman's short, speech. With several eyes across her body locked onto the dark, sharp-toothed figure, all show both a mixture of curiosity and uncomfortability. \n\nBreathing in through her one-two... Now just one, mouth and releasing a heavy sigh, she speaks quietly, nervously. \"I know not. My name. Nor. My duty. I know only my form. And even then. It is incomplete. It is unstable. It is... *Painful*. Do you know who I am?\"\n\nThe body of this poor individual shivers aggressively for no apparent reason, and, in fact, most of her body appeared to shake and twitch with each word she spoke, and with each word that was spoken from others. Each second she existed was another second that her form was altering, that the pigment in her cheeks was turning more red, or turning into a vibrant blue, or that her arms molded into one another, or that they divided up into more, or that more eyes appeared. Her hair grew longer and shorter, her feet and legs changing into that of a different species by the moment, her pupils dilating and splitting, becoming unique and commonplace. Each second was a new change to herself, and with each new change she seemed ever the more uncomfortable.\n\nThe uncomfortable energy surrounding this girl multiplied the moment she finished speaking... It smells more of heavy red wine now."
},
{
"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "As the dark goddess watched the figure of ever changing colors and forms, she continued to inhale the emotions. A beautiful bouqet of confusion, conflict and concern in a sense. Curiosity kept creeping. The scent of uncomfortability hit Sinrael with an ecstatic reception. The scent of alcohol too, though Sinrael cared little for the physical scents, only for those of emotions and heart. With a swirl of her slender hand and it's daggery black nails, Sinrael conjured a bottle of something. \n\n\"Try this... You smell like a distraught alcoholic. A miserable existance, a broken mind and a well kept desire to enjoy yourself... To relieve the pain and discomfort... Every addict has their crutch and every addict has their reasons... So try this, see if it helps you feel better. As to who you are...\" The Fear-Mother looked over the newborn deity again and tilted her head. \n\n\"You are whoever you wish to be... Outside of this Hall is a nearly infinite void... Go there when you wish. Make a realm, a demiplane, mortals and more! Do whatever your sins and innards desire! Wallow and revel in your wretchedness and wonderfulness! Flow with yourself... Let emotion reign...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "The feminine creature takes the bottle and looks it over, her hand solidifying in response to touching the bottle, though, only the part in contact. Twirling it around in her hand, the girl takes the bottle and, if there was a lid or cap, pops it off, taking to smelling its contents before anything.\n\nHer mind ran rampant with thoughts, 'miserable?' 'distraught?' 'broken?' 'how curious...' formulating in her thoughts was a phrase that she tried to take a hold of, a name followed with it. Her form slowly solidified into something more humanoid as her imagination began to spark, sticking to six purple eyes, four on the face and two on the hands, four arms, and a white skin color with black spots and lines that seemed to morph and wave about her skin like waves slipping onto the beach, or like droplets of water striking the surface of a pond or puddle. Her hair lengthens, curling something most sinister, like a long, black thorn bush.\n\n\"What. Is this?\" She asks as her body begins to take form, holding the bottle, trying to discern what exactly it is before herself."
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "'Easy.' That was his first thought when finally discovering how effortless it was to travel around Yggdrasil as a deity.\n \n'Gross.' Was his second thought when arriving somewhere in the middle of those many branches the world tree had. He didn't have a real direction as to where he was going, he didn't even know anything, to be honest. Still, somehow he ended up in the hall of the gods. \nUnfortunately, he joined right after someone opened a bottle that smelled like misery incarnate. \n'It reeks of something pungent.' He thought, crunching his nose while trying to disperse the fog to see what was happening and from where this strong smell was coming.\n\nWith uncertain steps, he walked in the general direction of this odor, shaking his arms in the best way possible to make his vision clearer. His dark purple hair flowed with the haze, and beyond all the gray smoke, red eyes appeared curious.\n\nSadly, this poor newborn deity had a terrible sense of direction, and without ceremony, he ended up collapsing on something that, when touched, didn't feel solid enough and wasn't secure enough to prevent him from falling down.\n\nWith his hands on the ground to support his own body, he puffed and disappeared into the mist, feeling extremely embarrassed to be seen. \n\nThe weird smell was still there, but his curiosity wasn't big enough to make him reshape into a humanoid form once again. It felt comfortable to disappear, even if his friend mist wouldn't.\n\nBesides, if this smell came from other beings like him, then maybe they wouldn't mind another deity coming in the middle of whatever business they were on...\n\n'Right?'"
},
{
"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "The wretched Goddess Sinrael watched as the figure left and shifted yet again, only to return. Sinrael had done her job, opened a door of some sort. \"My sweet little sibling... Follow whatever your smelling, intoxicate yourself with it. Find yourself that way...\" She gave a bit of a manic cackle before taking a step backwards and simply poofing into a cloud of black smoke again before slithering back under the door and back into her demiplane. She felt she had done all she needed or could do here."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "The feminine creature nodded as Sinrael disappeared, confused and still slightly frightened, she finally took a swig from the bottle, taking in the taste of this substance before taking a complete physical form.\n\n\"...Ma'andanaehso...\" She finally spoke as she was alone again. A smile creeping across her face as it dawned on her what exactly her purpose was."
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "He could hear and feel while being thin smoke, he couldn't see but could sense what was happening around him. And he was sure someone had just disappeared and the thing that he bumped into before was still there, smelling weirdly strong, and saying something that he didn't recognize as a word.\n\nCuriosity finally took the best of him, making him take on the form of a humanoid boy again, trying to see through the haze what this being that spoke uniquely was.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\"What are you?\" He said, his multiple voices echoed, and he instantly regretted saying this out loud. \nHe was sure those eyes were looking directly at him now."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Taking a moment to think deeply on what she just realized, her four eyes became pinned upon the smoky form before herself, another deity, perhaps. Her smile grew wider, more thinned out, her clothing appearing on her humanoid form, but just scantily enough to keep one guessing.\n\n\"I am. What I am? I am a sibling, I am miserable, I am an addict, I am confused, I am... Desire, I'm... Broken? ...I am **Madness**... What are you?\" Her voice grew more powerful with each declaration, her only question changing her tone to that of a whisper as she glared into the cloud before herself.\n\nEvery part of this girl's body, from her feet, to the hand holding her bottle, to the eyes planted upon her head, seemed to liquefy, morph, and solidify randomly, the only consistency about her more human form being that it *Looks* At least somewhat human, not just a mass of rotating body parts and color. The four eyes on her head remained in the same place, the two on her hands did too, same with her four arms, but her body shifted skin pigmentation, build, the likes.\n\nShe takes another swig of the drink, continuing to glare, slightly menacingly into the cloud."
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Just before making contact with the other being, he saw hands adorned with eyes, an unsettling sight that made him instantly recoil. Those eyes fixated upon him with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine, and the accompanying voice, growing louder with each word, echoed through his head.\n\nHe wasn't scared (he was also a deity!), but his body still reacted.\n\n\n\"Algen.\" He spoke shortly, accompanied by a chorus of echoing voices. He was surprised that this deity could hear what he was saying despite how much those voices mumbled with each other.\n\"That's the sum of my self-awareness,\" He admitted, and drew nearer, squinting his eyes to see that in front of him there was something that resembled a girl. \"It must be comforting to truly understand who you are. Addiction... That explains the smell...\" And this girl was pretty in her own way, kind of like how you feel attracted to succumb to vice even though you know how bad it is.\n\nFrom her smile, it was easy to know that she also carried a little mischief with her. \n\nWhile messing up his own hair, he said: \"I'm sorry that I tried to touch you.\" And sighed, feeling a little tired once again. \"I can't see well and don't know my purpose here.\" \nMaybe the tiredness was because of how much he made before finally meeting someone, but he wasn't sure.\n\"But I see you already know yours.\" He pointed towards the bottle of alcohol she was holding. \"What do you plan on doing now?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "She thinks for a while, a few seconds turns into about a minute, and a minute into two. Her smile slowly fades as she considers what she planned to do now, eventually leading to her completely calming down.\n\n\"It's... Fine that you tried to. I don't mind physical contact, just no pain please... Yet. As for my plans... I guess learn my name, and get on with my duties.\" The girl says, her body slowly crumbling up and liquefying again, taking the bottle into her mouth and devouring it, swallowing it whole.\n\nHer form reverts to what it originally was, an amalgam of multicolored confusion, arms and eyes, mouths and a variety of other body parts appearing in places they usually wouldn't, her clothes disappearing alongside her new form and molding back into her feminine form. Her hands felt Algen's arm, this girl getting close enough to take in his own scent, close enough for Algen to smell alcohol, tobacco, weed, and a variety of other drugs... Close enough to feel the tingling sensation of madness slowly creeping over his deific mind.\n\n\"...You reek of something lightly foul... I like this smell.\""
},
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"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "\"Foul?\" A smile graces his features, realizing that mist carried different scents to each observer. For him, It smelled more like eucalyptus and rain. \n\nGetting used to her smell and this feeling of getting too close to addiction, he took a deep breath to not let her influence creep into him. He wasn't sure if being divine made him immune to the influence of others like him. \n\nHe made a pause, suddenly understanding what she said, \"Wait... What do you mean when you say 'no pain?' And you don't have a name...\" He trailed off and lost his words when the girl, now an amalgamation of multiple body parts, creeped into the fog, so close that, with this distance, he could see clearly every part of this form she had. \n\nMesmerized, he watches her form change, pondering if this surreal image was his fault. Maybe she was just as confused as he was. Maybe she was recently born just like him and doesn't know many answers yet. Her form may be linked to her knowledge for now, avoiding too many questions must be wiser. Or maybe better, since this can make her know more about herself? \n\n\"I don't know much about everything,\" Softly, his many voices came on in an even lower whisper, a bit more mixed and harder to hear. \"But maybe we can discover more together?\" He felt the place where her hands had brushed against him slowly turn into smoke, his body dissolving to be part of the haze once again.\n\nHe felt weaker."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "The girl gives a kind of warm, gentle smile, to Algen, drifting slightly away from him as he turns to smoke. Ignoring his obvious confusion towards her speech, she nods lightly in response to his offer, \"Maybe we can... Depends on if you'd be willing to tolerate me.\" She laughs lightly, a laugh of embarrassment as it hits her what she just did, what she just said. \"I have a feeling my life is going to be a very... *Different* One, in terms of sanity.\"\n\nHer form shifts between humanoid and true, an amalgam and a beautiful human girl, colors changing left and right until solidifying into one pure white color, and then shrinking back into the black to continue this cycle, her body a relentless cyclone of change.\n\n\"I will be going now. You'll find me again, without a doubt. Before then, give some thought to... Working with me, really consider the consequences and... Benefits... Or, lack thereof.\" She steps away, her smile fading... Literally, she no longer has a mouth where it should be. \"Goodbye, sir, Algen.\" The girl swiftly leaves the hall of gods, giving Algen little opportunity to protest her exit, or even speak to her further on the offer, her scent leaving with her as the hall's air becomes clean once more.\n\nAny pressures on Algen's mind ceased, as the creeping madness subsided for him, yet, it was apparent that chances are...\nNot for her."
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Maybe this was the start of a friendship or partnership? It was the beginning of something, for sure.\n\nHe felt glad knowing he wasn't alone, and mixed with the fog, he felt grateful for the encounter. Now he needed to find his own purpose too, maybe after this, he could think of working with that girl. \n\n\"Goodbye.\" He tried to say something, but his voice came out like a breath; she probably didn't hear it. \n\nBut he was sure they would meet again.\n\nDeciding that this place was just the beginning, he ventured to other places looking for answers.\n\nHe had much to see, too many places to visit, and many others like him to meet. Couldn't stay still for too long.\n. . ."
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{
"author": "halo.64",
"message": "As the new deity traveled the paths of the Branches of Yggdrasil, she eventually found herself walking into the Hall of the Gods. She still didn't know where she was, so finding a room embedded in the wood of the giant tree she found herself on was a surprise. Nevertheless, she used this wooden room to rest after walking for so long, sitting down in one of the many wooden chairs scattered across the hall.\n\nAs the deity rested, she realized something: She didn't have a name, or at least, she didn't know what it was. It wasn't as high on her list of priorities at the moment, but she did know that if she was to interact with anyone she would need a name. So what was meant to be a moment of rest for the deity turned into her struggling to come up with a name to be known by, as she wanted to have at least one good introduction to someone else.\n\nShe went through many different ideas for names, but none of them stood out to her. The deity sighed and just decided to set that aside for now, she'd make a name for herself once she found out where she was. All she had to do was find someone and strike up a conversation, how hard could that be?"
},
{
"author": "wdorrell",
"message": "**..Here He was... Alone. Quiet, save for the sound of his breath and steps ever so slightly thumping against tile. But this was perfection, a break from others... Especially that Witch he had encountered, the one who tried to drive him into an untrusting state, of which he was not too keen upon being driven into. But alas, things could not be perfect, could they? Nay, they could not.**"
},
{
"author": "halo.64",
"message": "She spotted the deity that was also in the hall and got up from the wooden chair, walking over to the other person. \"Hey, sorry if I'm bothering you but I'm a little confused as to where I am. I woke up on a branch of this tree and I just don't know what's going on...\""
},
{
"author": "wdorrell",
"message": "**The steps from the other deity alerted Him to another presence, causing He to stand up and face towards the other presence, the face-cloth hiding only their mouth, yet allowing four violet colored glowing orbs to peer through, void of any emotion. As the Deity approached, He spoke, His voice solid and almost as if two men spoke together with slight latency.** \"..Another one, who awakens from the Mother's loving arms.\""
},
{
"author": "halo.64",
"message": "\"I'm sorry? Who's this 'mother' you're talking about?\" She was even more confused now, the person before her not clearing anything up, though their conversation had just started so she probably shouldn't have expected anything."
},
{
"author": "wdorrell",
"message": "\"The one who birthed You and I, our Mother. For I not know her true nature nor name, She shan't be named. However, you seek yourself. It is told in thine eyes and words.\" **The Deity approaches They who is unnamed and gently grasps their chin with a chilling touch, studying them with their four empty violet orbs. A new Goddess, He could tell. Yet so seemingly innocent and pure... Letting go, He bows, his cloak flowing slightly.** \"They call I Zhouct'krixr, The Hollow Void.\""
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"author": "halo.64",
"message": "While that explanation did answer a few questions, it also opened the door for a new one: The name of their mother, but that question could be answered later. \"So, wh-\" She started asking another question, but was cut off as the other person held their chin, freezing in place a bit in a combination of surprise and a little bit of fear. After Zhouct let go and introduced themselves, the deity regained her composure, though not without a drastic shift in her mood, the water that made up her hair flowing faster and rougher, alongside lightning bolts making their way across her black dress. \"Okay, what the-\" The sound of the crack of Thunder obscured this word as it was said \"-was that?!\""
},
{
"author": "wdorrell",
"message": "**Zhouct'krixr's orbs seemed to glow as the four eyes/orbs peered to her, a slight amusement coming from her mood shift. How be it, that They shifted mood, of which He was amused at? He mused at this, His voice becoming known again, with a higher amount of latency.** \"A mere study of thine's purpose, yet naught to be thought of, mine companion.\" **They mused once more, their arms drifting back to their side. However, He felt amused at Her use... Just what *Type* Of Goddess was She?**"
},
{
"author": "halo.64",
"message": "\"Don't do that again, okay?\" She said, taking a few deep breaths as the water which made up her hair slowed and the lightning bolts disappeared from her dress, the first of her mood swings fading away. \"Sorry about that... I'd introduce myself but I don't have a name, or I don't know it. In fact, I still don't know where I even am.\" She said to the person before her, hoping they'd be able to help with most of her questions."
},
{
"author": "wdorrell",
"message": "**He peered to Her again, the Orbs shifting ever so slightly in their sockets. Yet, they had a quick, perhaps a second at most, flicker of what seemed to be emotion before fading as He spoke to Her.** \"You are upon the Hall, as I have heard others speak of such. Yet, 'tis but a mere guess.\" **He mused, the orbs never leaving their gaze off of Her.**"
},
{
"author": "halo.64",
"message": "\"The Hall, hm? Well, a guess is about as good as anything right now.\" She said, sitting down in one of the wooden chairs near where they were, not wanting to stand for the whole conversation. \"This'll hopefully be my last question: What am I exactly?\" Her voice held a genuine tone of confusion and curiosity, as this was a question that had been weighing on her mind ever since she awoke on the branches of this tree."
},
{
"author": "wdorrell",
"message": "**They let out a chuckle, that sounded as if it was the two voices combining into one, louder voice. They didn't know? How amusing... He knew what He was in the beginning and what His purpose was: To be the Void. But, this new Goddess... Perhaps He could drive Them forwards** \"You are naught but a Goddess, My kin. Yet, *I* Do not know what your domain might be. That is for *You* To find, new-one.\""
},
{
"author": "halo.64",
"message": "\"I'm... A Goddess?\" She sat there in silence for some time, processing this new information. Then, she held her hand out in front of her and used all her focus to try and make something in the palm of her hand. There was nothing at first, but after a minute, some small clouds formed in her hand. As the deity kept focusing, more clouds formed, and eventually they combined and started spinning, creating a Frisbee-sized hurricane, spinning yet otherwise stationary above her hand. \"I wasn't sure if that'd work,\" She said, diverting her focus back to Zhouct, the small storm dissipating as her focus on it broke, \"But since it did, I wonder what else I can do with these powers...\""
},
{
"author": "wdorrell",
"message": "**The empty amusement grew inside His body, sparkling as if It was part of Him now... Perhaps It was, even a small amount, but things shalt occur as Gaia wills it, He knew. Or was it something higher than Gaia and the Mother Tree herself? Perhaps, and perhaps not, He mused.**\n\n```\"S-Storms. Storms. And Sto-Storms.\"``` \n\n**His voice turned to a notch, as if the latency grew higher in intensity, causing a sort of 'lag' between the words. Yet, he seemed normal, the stoic expression never-changing on His face.**"
},
{
"author": "halo.64",
"message": "She noticed the strange 'lag' in his voice, but because of his unchanging expression she didn't ask about it. \"Storms... That could be it.\" She says, moving her hand from in front of her. The deity, now aware of the powers she had, stood up from her chair, thinking of what she could do next."
},
{
"author": "wdorrell",
"message": "**As He sat up now, He peered to the back of Himself, grasping hold of His chair, before a strange gurgling inside His body began to make itself known.** [TW: Gore.] ||**And soon enough, four arm-like appendages with hands burst from His back, sending a strange, Black Essence and parts of His flesh flying, mixing into the colored walls. The Essence stunk, and the Appendages began to squirm, a gurgling noise coming from within Them. If the Goddess paid attention to the hands, She could count four bladed fingers on two Hands and the other two Hands had a sticky substance upon them. As for the blood and flesh, unnatural organs and materials were mixed in, as if His bones shattered.**|| **And after that, His Flesh began to mend around these appendages, His face looking stoic and unpained.** \"..B-..Better.\" **The 'lag', as well, stopped at this point, or, well, was slowing.**"
},
{
"author": "halo.64",
"message": "As Zhouct's chest split open, the deity jumped away from the changing form of the other deity, her expression a blend of shock and horror. \"Holy-\" Another crack of thunder obscured the word she said ||(this will be a theme)||. She stared at the contorting form of Zhouct from a couple feet away, definitely confused and shocked about what had just occurred. \"Are you sure that's 'better?'\" She said, staying pretty far away from him now."
},
{
"author": "wdorrell",
"message": "**Zhouct's four eyes turned to Her, a slight amused flicker appearing in them. Was She sort of afraid? Nay, no need... Right now, at least. Perhaps future references may... Warrant that. But, He mused, He should try to become an *Ally.* Not a threat.** ```\"Quite. Th-They have a mind of their own. Tending to... Burst.\"``` **A slight cough of 'lag' from Him, as He stared at Her, unsure, deep inside, He wondered how this would affect future interactions...**"
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{
"author": "foureyesisafish",
"message": "*A short time after her encounter with the now corrupted fire god Olivia, the little crow, divine embodiment of winning fights you should not* ***Possibly*** *Win, was now resting at her 'nest', in other words a table in the hall of the gods she's claimed as her own, examining the necklace she had claimed from god of commerce Damkara-Mynet. It was pretty, sure, and it made cool sounds when shaken and was seemingly charged with magics that invited confidence and good fortune... But none of that really mattered.*\n*What did mattter was what it represented: the little crow besting Damkara, not once, but TWICE. She laughed a bit inside at that.*"
},
{
"author": "soapthecleangoat",
"message": "*Damkara would be dealing with his newly created mortals, giving them a hoard of concepts, and distinct appearance to prepare them for the way of a merchant, for when they were ready, he would ship them across the globe, setting them up with boxes similar to his, allowing for a new boom within the era of trade. Though, something weighed heavily on his mind for the entire duration, yes, the crow was a bit annoying, and he was a little envious of his lose to the crow due to his pride. As the humans began to become more semblance to that of their creator, they began to go their own way, atleast for now. Looking back at them he held a few random assorted artifacts before slamming them on the ground in anger, kicking up dust, how could someone he gave so much too betray him for some elder goddess, for of course he wasn't nearly as flashy or cool looking, but that doesn't make him less important, he slowly sat down in his chair as he sighed.* \n\n**\"At least I got this crow...\"**"
},
{
"author": "foureyesisafish",
"message": "*The crow stopped examining the necklace and fluttered over closer to Damkara-Mynet, head tilted again as if she wanted to ask something.*\n***She.*** *Damkara hadn't likely questioned how he instinctually knew the little crow's gender, but he did. Further evidence of her divinity, perhaps? Regardless, she does seem... Rather new to the whole godly existence, being nonverbal and all that. Perhaps he could show her how she could manipulate her form so maybe she could take one which allowed for easier communication?*\n\"Caw?\" *Was all the little crow had to say. It definitely sounded like a question, even if a nonspecific one.*"
},
{
"author": "soapthecleangoat",
"message": "*Being annoyed from the crow made Damkara smirk in ambition, as a new thought provoked him, with a slight turning of his head he his whole head, and neck suddenly morphed into a crow, as he cawed he would imitate the bird, reminding it of its constant need of attention, or at least that's what Damkara thought of at the time, as his returned back to normal he laughed, but, suddenly an idea sparked in his head, could all of these odd feelings he had of this, bird equate to something more? With a slight raising of his body he would stand up to the crow., trying to see if this experiment will work.* \n\n**\"Alright, so here...\"** \n\n*Suddenly his hand morphed to a crow, followed by the morphing of his other limbs into crow wings, head, and legs, as his size dwindled down to her stature, with a sudden caw he would began to morph back, very slowly, so that the crow can get a good look of his transforming, and possibly use it to help her*"
},
{
"author": "foureyesisafish",
"message": "*The little crow stared for a moment before Damkara could hear a sharp inhale and the little crow closed her eyes. And then... The little crow grew and blurred and-*\n*Damkara was now longer faced with a small crow but a raven-haired (or maybe crow-haired) young woman instead. She was still rather small, being around 5' in height with a slight build, but she carried along a vivaciousnes that almost filled the room. Two wings stretched from her back as the woman stretched her scaled, clawed, speckled arms towards the roof and then to her sides, her eyes closed all the while before she dropped her arms back.*\n*She opened her eyes to reveal two icy-white irises which were almost too familiar to Damkara at this point.*\n*And then she jumped back, her tail fanning out and her wings quickly extending, with her pupils quickly contracting in shock, which she seemed to quickly recover from once she had a millisecond to breathe.*\n*After a moment of seemingly getting used to a beakless mouth, the little girl-who-was-formerly-a-crow finally talked*\n**\"Sorry bout that little outburst right there, pal, didn't recognize you for a moment. Woah this is all so weird...\"**"
},
{
"author": "soapthecleangoat",
"message": "*Noticing the stark inhale of the crow, Damkara would sit their in utter anitcipstion, and slight confusion, he knew that she was going through some sort of metamorphosis, but he didn't know what, for all he could know, this simple crow could turn into a monstrosity, and threaten his mortals, though this was just him speaking up fantasies, as he wanted for the transformation to end, he looked at the now humanoid shape, still having some crow characteristics to their overall character. Standing in awe at what he just saw, and overall what he just accomplished from this, his jaw almost unhinged, before he touched his face to snap himself back to reality. Taking a close peer to her gestures,Damkara would step forward a bit, scaring the young woman before quickly reeling back, he was entirely perplexed, he didn't really see the crow turning into a creature, but what a pleasant surprise it was, letting the woman catch her breath he stood still, before coming a little closer, his hands up in front of his chest, signifying he means no harm to her. Before, she-* \n\n**\"Huh?\"** \n\n*As she spoke to the deity, he would let out an audible sign of pure confusion, he was quite enamored at what came upon him the last couple days with the gods that revolved him, but this, was a first.* \n\n**\"Hello, what is your name??\"**"
},
{
"author": "foureyesisafish",
"message": "**\"Hey. I'm... Hmm...\"**\n*She stopped for a moment to think.*\n**\"I'm Xiaoya! Nice to... Well, actually meet you.\"**\n*As she said that, Xiaoya gave a quick wave with one of her hands and both of her wings.*\n**\"Well... Sorry not sorry for earlier. Mind teaching me a bit more god stuff? Still kinda new to all of this.\"**\n*Xiaoya fidgeted, partially due to nerves, mostly due to her infinite energy.*"
},
{
"author": "soapthecleangoat",
"message": "*Reeling back he waved back at her as he scratched his chin, how interesting this situation was for Damkara.* \n\n**\"Yeah, I'll teach you some things, but, as a god you can do almost anything your mind pleases...\"**\n\n*Wirhin one hand, an object similar to trade appeared in Damkara's hand, but, within the other, elements of nature varying would appear, showing the variety, and true potential of a god.* \n\n**\"Gods usually make their own craft, such as I being trade, and a couple other concepts, you can choose what you want, if you don't have a clue, I can help...\"**"
},
{
"author": "foureyesisafish",
"message": "*Xiaoya stands there and thinks for a moment, contemplating Damkara's words.*\n**\"Our clash of sorts felt... Weirdly natural to me. Maybe I'm tied to... Perseverance maybe? Being an underdog? I'm not entirely sure yet.\"**\n*Her wings flapped as she swayed from foot to foot, seemingly unconsciously.*\n**\"Is being worshiped part of the job description? I'm not really sure if I wanna be the kind of god to demand it.\"**"
},
{
"author": "soapthecleangoat",
"message": "*Damkara laughed at the girls question of worship, he didn't really seem like the type who wanted worship from his mortals, but of course other gods did, but atleast this time he would voice his mind to her*\n\n**\"You can get worship from mortals yes, but, it's just boring to me, you can do it sure, though I don't, you don't seem like the type to want worship.\"**"
},
{
"author": "foureyesisafish",
"message": "*Xiaoya immediately got more relaxed with a smile, crouching into an almost sitting position, more bird-like in posture than a person normally would be in.*\n**\"Ooooh thank Gaia. I was a bit worried there for a sec. I don't even think I should be allowed to lead a flock like that, not that I'd want to anyways.\"**\n*She looks back at the necklace she 'claimed' from Damkara before turning back and placing a hand beneath her chin, clearly pondering something.*"
},
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"author": "soapthecleangoat",
"message": "*As Damkara noticed her odd behavioral movements he would try to make her feel calm within her new body, not wanting her to feel overwhelmed, or too energized within the moment, looking at her he tracked her eye sight to his necklace, he noticed Xiaoya had a fond liking for the piece of begotten jewelry, though he didn't mind, he had grown a bit of a liking to this creature, possibly a new friendship kindling from the realm of Olivia.* \n\n**\"Yeah, it's not super hard, but you always gotta just be yourself, don't change who you because of someone else, someone as yourself will do amazing.**"
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"author": "foureyesisafish",
"message": "*Xiaoya kept thinking.*\n**\"I... Do need to figure out something to do. And I have an idea.\"**\n*She stands up and dramatically points a fist to the sky.*\n**\"I'm gonna get a trinket from each god by beating them in... Something.\"** \n*It seems like Xiaoya thought that sounded more dramatic in her head. She sighed and lowered her fist.*\n**\"Or maybe something else, I dunno. Our little fight was so satisfying that I think challenging other gods might be fun too.\"**"
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"author": "gonglblin",
"message": "The dragon wore a look on its reptilian face that seemed almost bemused, turning into utter disbelief as the woman who had fallen from the sky suddenly liquefied before his very eyes. His tail flicked from side to side as he backed away. The swinging appendage making a sound like the crack of a whip mixed with that of thunder as it snaked its way to and fro. Fos raised his wings slightly, evidently instinctual judging by the fact that he couldn't seem to get them to fold back down. Despite the beast's great size, it was rather skittish. Perhaps it, too, was raised to be fearful of others.\n\nIn spite of that, Fos's startled expression changed to one of abject horror as Surtr stuck a *STICK* Into the melted-woman-goop thing before *PROMPTLY STICKING IT* **IN HIS MOUTH**. Considering the fact that Fos had only eaten the Pure Realm's reeds the past short few days of his life, he hadn't even considered the fact that he may be able to eat living things, let alone people-juice. Of course this wasn't what was actually happening in his head, it was much simpler and less expressively put than that, yet he was learning quickly that new discoveries were always just around the corner...\n\n\"WHY WOMAN GOOP PINK ORANGE RED GREY PURPLE YOU ARE? WHY YOU ARE THAT? VERILY!?\" The dragon inquired, though it was more of a random string of words and some incoherent growling and whining, unlikely to be understood. Fos spoke so quickly that a few sparks shot off of his tongue unintentionally. The beast turned his great head over to Surtr, who was now placing blocks on the ground.\n\n\"Why you castle make here? Why not home-place-realm? Why you eat woman-goop? Goop girl... Sludge maiden. Verily.\"\nAnother barrage of inane questions from the great beast. It was strange for something so large to be so... Childish."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She tasted a lot like strawberry jelly, but that was besides the point for her. \"Ew! Stop that!\" She squealed in disgust as she solidified back into her humanoid form in an instant so he couldn't do that again. She waved her hands in his direction, as if shooing him away in an attempt to ward off any further attempts to get a taste of her. Despite her disgust, though, his attempt to help her focus had worked, since she was no longer an ooze. \"And no, I just tripped and fell.\" She seemed indignant for a moment before she remembered just how she'd gotten here and looked embarrassed again. Fortunately, though, she wasn't embarrassed enough to melt down into slime this time, instead remaining firmly solid.\n\nFos' question, though, was actually easier to answer. Turning to the dragon, she put her hands on her hips. \"Because my shape is malleable.\" To illustrate her point, she transformed twice, first into a giant wasp that loomed over the dragon, than to a true dragon like him. Unlike any real dragon though, her scales were red a the head, slowly transitioning to a light shade of lime green at her tails and on the ends of her legs. She flared her wings, which were held together by leaves instead of membrane, and made the closest thing a dragon could to a smile. \"Mom thought it was important for me to be able to communicate with others to work as a guardian.\" She explained, then shunted back down into her humanoid form to watch his work.\n\nAs he began to create, though, she frowned, cocking her head. \"That material kind of sucks for a castle. \" She criticised, strolling forward and poking one of the blocks. \"Black? Really? And the location, too. What are you even going to do with a castle out here? Moving anywhere's gonna be a hassle.\" She pointed out. She zipped over to the other side of one of the granite blocks, tapping it lightly and shattering it into rubble. \"And it's not great either. Have you considered some other options?\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "The edge of the stick still in his mouth while he had a chesire-like smile Surtr blinked, seeming a little surprised that everyone was on him for taking a little nibble. \n\n\"It smelled really tasty, okay?!\" He said back to Fos and Fragarie, though his pale complexion would make his bright red blush even more apparent. It was good though. He liked sweet things. \n\nSoldr busied himself with building to try and escape the awkward situation. Who were these goofs anyhow?! Who were they to tell him who he could and could not eat. As he worked, he could see Fragarie shapeshifting. He kind of wanted to try but was being a bit stubborn...\n\n\"I don't have a home realm.\" He said simply to Fos. When Fragarie got in on his castle he was building too, he tried to ignore her. She could see that he was kind of annoyed and it was because she was right.\n\n\"Wh-hey!\" He said, watching her shatter the block of granite. He stared at it, then looked to her, shoulders lowering a little. He didn't actually know anything about building a home... Or find a place to put it.\n\n\"Well, I need a place to live. What do you think?\" He asked Fragarie. Fos could hear it too. \n\n\"This might not be the best place for it... I could steal some material from those ruins.\" He'd seen the huge wrecked city on his way in."
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"author": "gonglblin",
"message": "Fos watched on in confusion as the two other demigods had their back and forth over building materials. Seeing the sludge-maiden turn herself into multiple unrecognisable forms before turning herself into a facsimile of his own perfect form irritated him immensely. He resisted the urge to take a bite out of the sweet-smelling slimeling as Surtr had before. It seemed they both had a similar lack of control when it came to wanting to eat things, it was just that people were more wary of Fos due to his size. Something else that interested him was how the girl flitted around with her leafy wings. Fos still hadn't figured out how to control his own yet, perhaps asking this girl could help him figure it out.\n\n\"God, mortal. Not matter. We the same. Can tell, can smell.\" Fos tapped his nose with a talon, wings fluttering slightly in an oncoming breeze. Strange that they had wind out here. \"Half-and-half. Like... Um...\"\n\nFos trotted around searching for something to make an analogy out of. Heavy, plodding footsteps echoed through the void until he found something along the lines of what he wanted. He dug around in the dirt for a moment before pulling something out of the ground in his claws. A large clump of dirt. Half of it was somewhat sandy, the other half was smooth and moist.\n\n\"This dirt. Half and half.\" Satisfied that he'd made his point, Fos casually tossed the clump off the edge of the base."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Instead of responding to the Overlord's question immediately, she let the dragon say his piece. When he was done, she nodded and snapped her fingers, pointing one at the great drake. \"Yepyepyep! Got it in one, lizard boy.\" She nodded. \"I'm the Divine Guardian that my mom made to protect her realm. It's pretty well guarded against most things anyway, though, so she agreed to let me go out and see all of my aunts' and uncles' realms... Or, I guess, *Our* Aunts' and uncles' realms, huh?\" She raised an eyebrow at the dragon, who had just identified herself as a fellow demigod. From the level of creation magic and the ease he had made it from, she could deduce that Surtr, too, was probably like them, though the powerful titan angle was also there too.\n\nNormally, an analogy like that wouldn't impress her, but she was partial to soil anyway. She clapped her hands together, before turning to the Overlord and putting her hands on her hips. \"So yeah! I was the best strawberry in my mom's garden, so she pumped me full of her goddy stuff to awaken me and put me in charge of keeping order back home.\" It was technically how her mom had made her mortals, too, though to be fair the Strawberry Maiden had had a lot more divinity put into her than any of her sisters, since her mother was not only inexperienced with creating life at the time but also wanted her to be powerful.\n\n\"So teeeeechnically, I'm a fruit.\" She vanished into a poof of smoke, taking on her true form. The most delicious looking strawberry they'd ever laid eyes on floated in front of them, staying only for a moment before poofing back into her humanoid form. Surtr had already shown his weird fetish for eating her already, and she did not want to be in a form that easily encouraged him to keep up with that. Her wings fluttered a bit as she almost fell off the base onto the roots below, just barely managing to catch herself and right herself with some frantic buzzing on her part."
},
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "TSurtr turned to look at Fos. At first, he didn't want to believe it. He pursed his lips in annoyance, but then looked down at his hand. He didn't want to admit it, but he had been completely outclassed by Soldr when he'd fought him. *That* Was a god. Surtr doubted that he was even half as strong as a god, though he'd never admit it.\n\n\"Yeah, some family. One of them tried to kill me.\" Surtr said, jerking his head back towards the barrens. \"I probably can't go back...\" He mused. The realm was still in view. A large corner of it was broken off, shards of it slowly crumbling away. With the mantle breached and the supervolcano broken open, lava was flooding much of the northern side of the realm, causing it to slowly melt. \n\n\"Careful!\" Surtr said, rushing over as Fragarie nearly fell off, only to glare at her as she landed back on the roots.\n\n\"Knock it off.\" Surtr said. For all his posturing he didn't seem that evil, and was worried about her in spite of himself. As she turned into a strawberry, she'd see Surtr actively looking away. Trying to avoid temptation. Or maybe he was looking at that realm to the west. A forested, green realm. Smaller than the others, likely created by a new god.\n\n\"I'm gonna go look for somewhere to live for a while.\" He said to Fragarie and Fos. He headed for the edge of the root, where Fragarie had just jumped off.\n\n\"You two can come if you want. I'm headed to that realm first.\" With that, Surtr leapt off, then spread his wings, swooping back into the air towards"
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Xanthous stood on the base of his *Mother*, hoping in vain that she would provide guidance.\n\nThe young God sat crisscrossed, simply watching, looking at the creations of his brothers and his sisters.\n\nWhat went wrong?\n\nThe young God stood, pondering. When he left to visit his subjects, he had not expected them to be so hostile. Still, more, that they would mock the King of Gods so. Why? The echoes of Vaias' words still lay fresh in his mind, that all Gods are born equal. Perhaps... He was wrong. Maybe a God cannot be a king, maybe he was being inconsiderate. He turned over the events in his mind, frowning lightly, cocking his head to to side. It did not make sense. Are not all God's naturally happy? Perhaps he had to change his approach.\n\nWas he not keeping the balance? Was he being kind to the other Gods? Of course, he would still kill Edon, but he would prefer not to leave any other God in a state of reform, or threaten to... This was all so... Confusing."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "TSU decided that she could follow her brothers since they didn't like flash in red at her like Edon when talking about seeing each other later. That would be fine with she thought as she followed Xanthous and Vaias. Though she noticed Xanthous reached what seemed to be a shared destination as Vaias so she waved at him while hurrying to Xanthous. \n\nShe noticed Xanthous looking gloomy like Rhonix was seeing the void. \"One wonders of those little dots afar... Why are they so bright too?\" She began getting sidetracked by them."
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "Although Vaias had been flying as fast as he could, he soon noticed both TSU and Xanthous standing on the base of the World Tree. Well, it wasn't *That* Odd; Vaias had not had a destination in mind at first, and had only decided on returning to Gaia's branches when his mind had cleared, free of the distraction that *Thing* Had provided.\n\nEither way, they seemed to be holding a conversation. Sighing, Vaias debated whether to join them or not. He hadn't been the kindest to Xanthous, to say the least. Still, they had a shared enemy in Edon. Would that be enough? Or would Xanthous hold as much a grudge against him as he did against the god of fate?\n\nWell, there was only one way to find out. Even if it turned out Xanthous was still hostile towards him, he could simply leave.\n\nVaias calmly landed on the World Tree's base, next to TSU. He nodded his head to the two, and said: **\"Hello there. I hope you two do not mind me joining you.\"**"
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "Upon hearing Lyndor's call, Ichtaca emerged from a shadow in the shade of part of the trunk of the World Tree. He held an offering in his hands, a stew that was made from a secret recipe. He paused to take in the marvel of Lyndor's blueprint before announcing his presence.\n\n\"*Ahem...* You called?\""
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "In the tranquil ambiance of the World Tree's shade, Ichtaca materialized, the god of shadows and mysteries gliding gracefully into view. He held an offering in his hands, a stew made from a secret recipe that carried an air of intrigue and allure. The sight of the enigmatic god's arrival filled Lyndor with a sense of wonder, and he welcomed Ichtaca with a respectful nod.\n\n\"Ah, Ichtaca, you were the first to heed my call,\" Lyndor acknowledged with genuine appreciation. \"Your presence here adds an air of mystery to this gathering, and I'm grateful that you could join me.\"\n\nHis curiosity piqued, Lyndor couldn't help but wonder what secrets and hidden knowledge Ichtaca might bring to the table. As the god of shadows, Ichtaca had an unparalleled understanding of the unseen and the enigmatic aspects of existence.\n\n\"What have you brought?\" Lyndor inquired, gesturing towards the offering in Ichtaca's hands. \"It smells divine, a concoction of mysteries and secrets, perhaps?\"\n\nAs Ichtaca presented the stew, a subtle smile played on Lyndor's lips. He sensed that this gathering would be as much a celebration of the gods' unique domains as it would be a momentous creation.\n\n\"Ichtaca, I have called upon our fellow deities to join us in a grand endeavor,\" Lyndor revealed, leading Ichtaca into the grand hall he had conjured. \"We are about to embark on a momentous task—a collaboration to create a Sun that will illuminate and bless our realms.\"\n\n\"The Sun we create shall embody the essence of each of our domains, fusing the powers of the pantheon into a single celestial beacon,\" Lyndor explained. \"I have designed this divine hall as a place where we can openly share our insights and contributions, crafting a Sun that will be a testament to the unity and strength of our divine family.\"\n\nTaking a seat at the table, Lyndor gestured for Ichtaca to do the same. The hall was still and serene, awaiting the arrival of other gods and goddesses to partake in this extraordinary creation."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "A familiar odor wafted and seeped through the aether, infecting every corner of creation. It ran thick with ambition, with grand ideals, and that ever-so-spicy hint of brewing conflict. Somewhere, somehow, a group of people had come together and were trying to organize a group endeavor, a compromise that would leave no one happy and everyone irritated and irrevocably change the world in ways that could not be undone.\n\nThis was the scent of *Politics,* And Majesty drank it in with an unrestrainable glee.\n\nWith a crash like thunder, she appeared at the base of the tree in Lyndor's hastily assembled meeting spot, stepping forth from her private demiplane in a cloud of roiling sulfur smoke. Her head turned, and deep crimson eyes subjected her colorful surroundings to swift and immediate judgement. *Tacky* Was her first thought, too shiny and pandering by half. The Hall of the Gods itself had a certain rustic charm to it, and could be easily adorned with fresh decorations for any kind of special occasion... But here one of her siblings had gone and erected what was effectively a cheap tent made from their own essence, painted over and made to look like something grand and substantial. Any one of the gods could have swept this whole place away with a wave of their hand, and she knew many of them who probably *Would* If she didn't take control of this situation first.\n\n_ _\n\"Good day,\" She said, and immediately made a beeline straight for the one who appeared to have put this farce together. The Archfiend stood as imposingly tall as ever, her luscious blue skin and curving black horns hard to look away from, but she didn't seem to have bothered dressing formally for the meeting. Rather, she wore a tight black short-sleeved top and athletic pants, along with a pair of brand-new sneakers with little flapping devil wings protruding from their heels. As she approached, she slipped on a pair of dark glasses to complete the ensemble, and flashed her host a bright and sudden smile. With teeth.\n\n\"We don't believe We've had the pleasure. Tell Us, brother, what manner of deity are *You?*\" Rather than simply step forth and extend a hand, she swept one leg up in the air, brought her heel down softly on Lyndor's shoulder, and applied a steady downward pressure while she examined him from up close.\n\n\"Must be quite confident, to have called the whole family like that.\""
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "The world called out to the Deity of Ambition once more. A great ritual was taking place, officiated by one of their divine siblings - and it was enough for them to awaken from their stasis. Whatever their reservations were, whatever their fears - change was happening, and Onesifi would rather not find themself blindsided by it. On the opposite, they would shape it to their own desire - and to the benefit of the mortals, of course.\n\nAnd so they appeared in a mere few minutes after the call, dressed in their tree-invoking gown as ever, looking around the immaculately designed hall and taking in the smell of newly-made stew. The venue was certainly fitting for a grand ritual - if, perhaps, not quite as much as the Hall of the Gods itself. Still, the atmosphere here was relaxing enough for Onesifi to not feel the same unsettling feeling they had experienced during the Magic Ritual - or, perhaps, it was the little bit of experience that had helped them not lose even a single bit of their nerve.\n\nDeities started to gather, even if Onesifi had been one of the first to arrive. So far, there were two gods, speaking to each other like they were already acquainted - and one of them was clearly the host of this gathering, considering the voice they had heard. And there was Majesty, in all her regality and unholiness. But other than that, gods were still gathering. They had evaded the embarrassment of being late to the ball this time, at least; hopefully, this punctuality could win at least some of them over.\n\n_ _\nThe small thoughts were quickly replaced by instinct as their expression settled into their usual thought-concealing smile of politeness. They made an elegant, practiced curtsy, before finally addressing the hall \"Greetings, my siblings. It is a pleasure to see all of you.\" They moved their eyes over at Majesty, stating simply \"It seems that we keep meeting, Your Majesty.\" And finally addressing the remaining two gods with \"Would it trouble the two of you to state your names and domains? And it would please me greatly were you to state the reason for the ritual?\""
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*A small flicker, a slight tension. The smallest shard of Rav'nixander now floats among the assembling gods.*\n\n\"Greetings.\""
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "Lyndor stood his ground, his confidence unwavering even in the face of Majesty's imposing presence and passive-aggressive demeanor. He had called upon the gods with a clear vision and purpose, and he was not about to back down or be intimidated.\n\n\"Ah, Majesty,\" He replied with a polite smile, his tone matching her passive-aggression with a hint of subtle assertiveness. \"I must admit, I called upon the family because I believe in the power of collaboration and unity. It is through the combined efforts of all the gods that we can achieve greatness.\"\n\nAs she applied pressure with her heel on his shoulder, Lyndor subtly shifted his posture, maintaining his composure but making it clear that he would not be easily swayed.\n\n\"I am Lyndor, the god of magic, architecture, and creation,\" He reiterated, a touch of pride in his voice as he reminded her of his domain and the significance of his role in the world.\n\n\"I understand that you have a flair for the dramatic, Majesty,\" He continued, his tone still polite but with a hint of playful teasing. \"But there is no need for theatrics here. We are all equals, after all, and it is the strength of our individual domains that makes us unique and valuable.\"\n\nLyndor met her crimson gaze with unwavering confidence, not allowing himself to be overshadowed by her imposing presence.\n\n\"As for the grand collaboration I've called for, I assure you it is no farce,\" He stated firmly, holding his ground against her subtle attempts to undermine him. \"The creation of the Sun is a momentous endeavor, one that requires the combined talents and powers of all the gods. Together, we can shape the destiny of our realms and leave a legacy that will endure through eternity.\"\n\nHe paused, his smile turning more genuine as he extended an olive branch of sorts.\n\n\"Majesty, I invite you to lend your unique perspective and powers to this project,\" He said, his voice sincere. \"Your insights and contributions would be invaluable, and I believe that together, we can create something truly extraordinary.\"\n\nLyndor remained steadfast in his resolve, not allowing himself to be swayed by Majesty's attempts at intimidation. He knew the importance of standing his ground and asserting his own power and authority as a god in the world. He hoped that she would see the value in working together and join the collaborative effort to create the Sun, a celestial masterpiece that would illuminate and bless their realms for all eternity."
},
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"Interesting. I too am a god of similar domains. I am Rav'nixander. God of mortal works. Whether industry. Art. Or even the Creation Magic I have given them.\"\n\n*The small shard spun in place.*\n\n\"What is the purpose of this intended sun? Your words are vague.\""
},
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The next to join the gathering was the very deity that Lyndor had been speaking to right before he'd come from the Gardens. Carried down by a swarm of Granum that acted as a divine seat for her, the Wheatmother descended upon the meeting. Oddly, though, her current form seemed younger than usual, and her stance was much less... Composed? It was hard to place what was different, other than the age of her shape, but today the Great Locust seemed to emulate her daughters more than she normally did. The goddess of the harvest hoppped off of the swarm onto the base of the tree. The Granum, in response, all blitzed towards her, burrowing into her skin as she returned them to her essence.\n\n\"WHAT is all the NOISE about!\" She complained indignantly as she strolled over. This was Triticea Pueri, one of the Wheatmother's two aspects. Her hair was tied into her signature golden braids that resembled stalks of wheat, and both of them seemed to float a little with her outrage. \"I was TRYING to work!\" It might be particularly odd to those who'd interacted with her more mature aspect before, especially for Lyndor himself who'd spoken to Triticea Genetrix not even an hour ago. There was a pretty sharp contrast between the tiny yet energetic deity that appeared before him now and the calm one that he'd interacted with earlier.\n\nShe overheard the tail end of what Rav'nixander had just said yet. Sun... That was another one of *Those* Words. A word that she had never heard used before, but yet somehow inherently knew the meaning of. \"A sun...\" She hummed, before raising an eyebrow. \"Is this a *Ritual*?\" She sounded annoyed, somehow. \"Mother above, you didn't have to be so NOISY calling us all here! At least send a messenger or something beforehand!\" She crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a soft *Hmph*. Despite all her words, though, the Child had yet to give any agreement or opposition to the ritual. She wanted to hear the specifics of the discussion before she gave anything."
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "Before Vaias could answer Xanthous, he felt a wave of various presences, all coming down from the World Tree. *\"Many of our siblings are coming here, hm?\"* He muttered. *\"Well, I'd like to see what all the fuss is about- ah, but that would be impolite.\"*\n\nOut loud, he continued speaking: **\"Of course, you can ask me any question you'd like. But!\"**\n\nVaias turned around, looking in the direction he felt so many of his siblings heading to. **\"I am quite curious as to what is happening there... If you don't mind, we could talk while heading there?\"**"
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "Ichtaca took a seat, as Lyndor had suggested, and watched as the other deities appeared, one by one.\n\nThe first to arrive was Majesty, whom he had never met before, though he had heard rumors of her existence. He maintained an indifferent composure as he watched her materialize and waltz around. *How... Dramatic,* He thought. Of course, he'd never say that aloud, but he couldn't help but internally roll his eyes at her theatrics, watching as she placed her heel on Lyndor's shoulder, an act which he construed as an attempted subjugation of the other.\n\nThe next to arrive was Onesifi, another deity unfamiliar to Ichtaca. This one seemed to be less malevolent than Majesty, and he was happy to have his presence acknowledged. \n\n\"Peace be with you, brother. I am Ichtaca, God of Secrets, Mystery, and Shadows. Pleasure to meet you.\"\n\nThen came Rav'nixander, whom he had briefly seen once before, during his momentary interaction at the World Tree after Edon ate one of Gaia's fruits in the upper branches. Ichtaca shivered at the thought, recalling the unholy screech Edon had made at him. He thought that he shouldn't dwell on that situation any longer, and nodded his head at Rav as a greeting.\n\nNext was Triticea, another unfamiliar face. He thought that she seemed rather petulant for a god, but simply watched her as she rambled on. He made a note not to get on her bad side.\n\nLooking at all the gods assembled here, familiar or unfamiliar, he had a feeling that they were going to create a great thing together, and this feeling overwhelmed him with anticipation. He could not wait to create a sun, not only to benefit himself and his realm, but also to benefit the entire world."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"***Grrrugghhh!***\" *Another among many, unanticipated and unseen, but certainly heard given their thunderous groan and roar of lightning which flicker and spat through the air. That another presence was among them already wasn't immediately obvious though, but a god's senses would betray this other's whereabouts.* \"***Errgghhhh...***\"\n\n*This other, which were damnable thing set the air alight with a sporadic, tumultuous frenzy. Like a spasm in space, wherein reality briefly ebbed and flowed. Though this effect was short lived, for soon in lieu of that energy did reality become so slow, weary even. Water sporadically materialized midair, and later became little bits of ice. Gravity's pull was too lethargic, and thus these droplets hung in the air.*\n\n\"BLEGH!\" *This other, was our Nach.* \"Too much talkity-talking-talk-talk-TALK!\" *She cried, keen gods would've noticed by now that our Nach was obscured within Majesty's own pocket. The Archfiend likely felt how that Tiny Terror rustled from within, tossing and turning before her little tiny head emerged with an annoyed, perhaps enraged expression.* \"**SHUSH!**\"\n\n*She wore a purple sleeping hat, which for whatever reason had a bell, and had a warm fuzzy blanket worn like a cloak. Her emergence suddenly ceased all sound in an instant, problematic for mortals sure but a god could dispel this trifling affair. But alas before anyone could either confront our Nach, or dispel this sudden silence she dipped back into Majesty's pocket. Wherein she wrapped herself with said blanket, and resumed her \"Slumber\".*"
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"author": "khepri",
"message": "A golden portal appeared nearby, followed shortly be Iona talking calm and measured steps into the hall. She made sure not to gawk at her surroundings. Instead her eyes roamed around the room, taking in the scene. There were already many gods assembled, some of which she recognized for the better while others... Not as much.\n\nShe gave a respectful not towards Triticea, though she was acting a bit childish, wasn't she? Perhaps her first impressions of the goddess weren't well placed after all. Only time would tell, she supposed.\n\nAs Iona continued to look around the room, her eyes fell on Nach. They were certainly making a scene, weren't they? It would be best if she steered clear of that one, lest she become the first god to ever get a migraine.\n\n\"Calm yourself\" She said chidingly, only to realize that no sound actually came out. She blinked in confusion, only to watch as her small sister suddenly went into the pocket of another. What? Why? She shook her head. There was no reason to concern herself with such nonsense. She closed the portal behind her and took a step deeper into the room. She waved a hand through the air, breaking the silence forcefully with a surge of her own divinity.\n\nChildish. She would have to expect these sorts of things in the future.\n\n\"I am Iona - Goddess of Order and Control\" She announced to the room, if only to keep any introductions short and to the point. Otherwise it would quickly get annoying being a newborn goddess. Rather than take a seat, she created her own pure marble throne. After sitting down she made sure to levitate it just high enough to appear to be the tallest in the room. It would be best to make a good first impression, after all - and having all of her brothers and sisters look up to her was simply how things should be.\n\n\"If we are to make a sun... I ask why not two? One large star that shines over all, and a second smaller one to follow it around the sky. All of creation should be able to look up and see that even in the skies there is a hierarchy, and thus remind them of their own place in the world\" She said, offering her own thoughts as she started to put together her own plans for how to affect the ritual. It was best to try and get as many concessions as she could early on."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Energy crackled through the air... It was almost as if the air was supercharged with lightning. Suddenly a large lightning bolt struck down right at the entrance of the room. The wind crackled, popping, as if air needed time to go back to the way it was before. Now at the entrance kneeled Xanthous, fist on the floor. A grin lay on his face. Xanthous was feeling a bit... Chaotic, today. \n\nIn one smooth movement, he rose, getting up into a standing position that somehow reeked of authority. Xanthous took one sweeo of the room and frowned. Especially when he saw Iona... \n\n\"So this is where my siblings decide to meet. I see.\" Xanthous' grin turned into more of a sly smirk, eyes cold and calculating. He spared no glance for any God. Xanthous dropped into the lotus position, eyes closed, still smirking devilishly.\n\nHe started to rise, now level with Iona as he floated in the air.\n\n\"I am Xanthous.\" The words cut through the air, his crown shone in brilliant white light, making him look much more like a God. He was completely different than how he seemed earlier. \"The God of Order and Chaos. And the future King of the Gods.\" He continued, as if he was stating a fact.\n\n\"A sun?\" He laughed. \"Sure, let us create two Suns. What else, three moons?\" This was directed straight at Iona.\n\n\"Let us simply keep it... Simple. One sun. That is all we need. Unless you are a sun God as well?\" Xanthous asked. It was hard to tell whether he was joking or was actually serious. Even simple things like this made him seem much more of a God than anyone else- everything he did simply seemed refined.\n\nXanthous' face then turned back into a poker one. His eyes seemed to cut through the soul of everyone. \"Create one sun. And one moon. Day and night need to both cooperate. Order... And Chaos.\" He said."
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{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Another grand collaboration? Another damnable ritual? Surely the gods couldn't be serious. More attempts to gain a grand influence over all others? Well, if other meddling gods kept attempting to change the world then at the very least Mr Bones would have a word in how it happened. As he neared the tree, the skeleton mentally prepared himself to fly to the top of the tree- presumably the hall had repaired itself since the fight with the Unending. But then he noticed something. A new hall, atop the base of the tree. It was clearly created by a god and positively radiated divine energy. Was this really where the ritual was taking place? It just seemed a bit... Over the top. It didn't matter, if a god wanted a new hall then they could easily create it. Mr Bones shoved away all thoughts of confusion as he entered the hall, preparing to begin negotiations. \n\nInside the hall now, it was a very intricate design. Mr Bones would have been impressed had it been the centrepiece of a deities' realm but just putting it on the tree was- it didn't matter. He needed to take stock of who was actually present. Six gods that Mr Bones didn't recognise, even at a glance. Likely new, simply checking out the ritual. Then there were Nach, Triticea, Onesifi and... Hm. It was Majesty. Well that would probably be an awkward conversation. Maybe if he just ignored her she wouldn't say much. Best not to think of it. The skeleton's arrival did seem to get a bit of attention from all the other deities, creating a slight lull in the conversation that he needed to take advantage of, if not only to figure out what was happening.\n\n\"Hello everyone, I am Mr Bones. I understand that you are all planning a ritual. Now then what exactly are you all planning to do?\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"King of *Your big dumb realm and nowhere else*.\" She spat, crossing her arms at the presumptuous nonsense that Xanthous had spouted. It felt more like a child's tantrum than anything else, though, what with her current youthful shape and the way she stomped on the ground like a petulant child. \"I can't believe you interrupted me in the one time that I get to be in charge over the Genetrix.\" The Child complained. \"This sun thing had *Better* Be good.\" More and more annoying people flooded in, and Triticea Pueri was far more unforgiving with her opinions than she normally was. Unlike when she was closer to her other aspect, she was also far more outspoken about her demands and impatient.\n\n\"If you want a sun, it had better help crops grow faster.\" She harrumphed. Even with her childish aspect being in charge, her singleminded pursuit of her purpose had not changed. The approaches of her different selves tended to be different, but their goals were still the same. The propagation of domesticated plants to become the best they could be, by any means necessary. The Pueri was better for this anyway, she smugly thoguht. The Child represented the young sprouts and the process of sowing, that which would be more affected by this than the Mother, who was period of golden fields and the Harvest manifest. \n\nIona nodded towards her, which earned her a wave back. None of the others had really addressed her specifically, though, so she seemed satisfied with stating her condition. There was no use for pleasantries and beating around the bush here. It was way better to be clear and concise with her conditions for her aid and her intentions for helping with such a ritual. She would not donate her power to something that did not bring her closer to her ends of fulfilling the will of Gaia, the reason that she had been put here. She ignored the rest of the gods, beyond giving a nod to Majesty, Soldr, and Nach for their part in their whole Divine Weapon project."
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{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "```TSU's going :v```"
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{
"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea made her belated arrival, materializing at the center of Lyndor's strange blueprint after what she considered to be a lengthy debate over whether or not to show. Of course, it'd only lasted a few minutes, but Bea still chided herself for not showing sooner.\n\n**\"Your invitation was very loud,\"** She commented as she strode past Lyndor, not caring that he and Majesty were kind of in the middle of something. She recognized a few other gods from the magic ritual but did not try to talk to them. Her siblings talked too much at these things. Talk talk talk. It was all very boring. Rituals themselves, however, were fun, though she wasn't sure how she felt about this 'sun.' Best to show up and have a say than watch idly, she reasoned.\n\n*Yuck, I'm turning into my siblings,* She thought half-heartedly as she leaned close to the edge of the blueprint to better study its details. It was... Nice. Bea didn't hate it, but it didn't appeal to her tastes, either."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Woah... So many siblings nearby? TSU thought, sensing so many just nearby. She got entirely distracted from the conversation she was having and zipped over to where her siblings had gathered. She didn't really speak to them yet cuz last there was just SO MANY WHOA WHAT LIKE WHOA. She did though pear over to them from some bark because she felt almost necessary to hide from just SO MANY SIBLINGS."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Lyndor, was it? The man spoke like a corporate middle-manager, droning on with endless pleasantries and very little of actual substance. Had the circumstances been otherwise, Majesty would have cut him off before he got more than three sentences in. As things stood, however, they were likely about to enter a phase of intense *Negotiation,* And antagonizing him outright wouldn't do her any good when it came time to talk terms and pick sides.\n\nSo instead she settled for keeping up the pressure. If he wanted to stand firm, he bloody well could: the Archfiend made sure to get a *Good* Long stretch out of her compliant footrest before she finally withdrew her heel. \"You seem to have heard of Us already, so We'll skip the introduction—just know that wise Onesifi here addresses Us correctly.\" A step around him, circling, placing the Deity of Ambition behind her so they seemed to put up a united front. *You see the respect We command, newcomer? Do not take Us lightly. If your little scheme finds any success, it will do so only by Our forbearance.*\n\nOutwardly, she remained all smiles. \"Regardless, We're glad you see the value in collaboration. After all, We've already brought about a ritual to change to world once, and We'll *Happily* Lend Our administrative insights to another such endeavor. How astute of you to ask.\" She patted him on the shoulder (the very same one she'd placed her weight on before, light affection laid on top of belittling pressure) and then walked on by, already spreading her arms wide to welcome another of her siblings.\n\n_ _\n\"Ahhh, Triticea! Feels like it was only yesterday We last worked together. Forgive dear Lyndor here, he's new to the whole process and still working out the finer points.\" The Harvest Goddess would probably support a sun no matter what happened, given her domains, but if Majesty could smooth things over between her and the host then she stood to extract favors from both of them. As for Ichtaca, he remained appropriately enigmatic, but she could surely find—\n\nAh, but Nach had arrived, and that rather took precedence over some lowly younger brother. The Archfiend had to suppress a laugh when she glanced down to find the Goddess of Chaos nesting upon her like a tiny bird, already snug in her place. For any deity, such a violation of her personal space might have drawn a fiery rebuke... Nach, however, was Nach. With a gentle smile, Majesty warped the fabric of her clothes and shifted her pocket smoothly across them until it sat neatly upon her breast, positioned so as to give the Tiny Terror both a soft cushion and a fine perch from which to chime in on proceedings.\n\nMore gods flashed into existence one after another, and took turns in belting out their names and titles and grand superior plans across the hall. Fools, all: did any of them really think that simply shouting across each other would get anything done? It was all Majesty could do to keep up a polite expression, and as soon as a lull in the exchange arrived she suddenly spread her wings and loudly cleared her throat.\n\n\"All right, settle down! Let us voice our ideas in an *Orderly* Fashion, now.\" A pointed glance at Iona, both a challenge and an attempt at finding common ground. \"To begin with, We will review for everyone gathered here.\"\n\n_ _\nJust as it had in the previous major ritual, a huge paper scroll unfurled itself in the air next to Majesty, and dark lines began to burn itself across its surface. First came a glyph that resembled a flaming sphere, with rays of light shining outward from it in all directions.\n\n\"The key point of this discussion is whether, and how, to create a **Sun.** For those not aware, such an object usually consists of an immense ball of flaming gas that radiates heat and light, presumably across a great many realms at once.\" Of course, given that they were gods, they didn't necessarily have to stick to those parameters, but it seemed to Majesty like a good point to at least *Begin* From.\n\n\"Now, here are the proposals so far.\" New lines burned themselves into the unfurled scroll beneath the illustrated sun, and this time they formed clear letters arrayed in a series of bullet points:\n\n*- Plan A: Two suns, one large and one small.*\n*- Plan B: One sun and one moon, to change positions with the passage of night and day.*\n*- Proposed Addendum 1: That any sun created should accelerate the growth of mortal crops.*\nThere, now they could all see the shape of things. \"If anyone else wishes to put forward their own design, or voice support to the existing plans, let them do so now.\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*A small glimmer chimes out from the distance, a lowly grey puddle of energy begins to swirl and spiral, small strips of fluid drool from the overhanging two dimensional pattern like a waterfall. No clear indication of how or where the liquid is coming from. The pattern lingers for a moment before shattering like glass as the air around it distorts and contorts similar to how a human perceives a heatwave. The air becomes fuzzy and hard to focus on, soon. An all too familiar wrongness starts to flood the surroundings. Edon was here, the fate god had arrived out of curiosity to see what the message sent out entailed. He did not wish to be part of the creation, nor did he wish to see it come to be. Edon was not here to fight or start a rivalry, so any god lashing out at him despite the intangible urge to kill him would most likely look the villain for once.*\n\n*The serpent coils around a nearby reaching root, tensing his scales and pulsating with a fate glow as he slithers from the diluted air and onto the playing field with the rest of the deities. Those around may feel that same wrongness, to those that hadn't met him. They would quickly realise that this... Beast, was the reason that Gaia herself had screamed out in pain and called for other deities. Whatever he had done that day had surely awoken the spark of Gaias wrath and he was still subjugated to that lingering stench of rejection, the fragment he had sent here was extortionately weak. Serving merely as a voice and a set of eyes, to destroy the piece would merely be a minor setback and achieve nothing but make them look harsh in nature. The divine presence that radiated from the exiled god was low enough to show there was no hostility. The 50% required to engage in a ritual was not here, lucky for them.*\n\n*Arriving just in time to hear the end of Majestys speech, he seems perplexed by the goddess. An unfamiliar face that had taken storm of the situation and control with such ease, an admirable trait he wouldn't forget in the near future. The god clears his throat with a phlegmy spit and heave. Coughing up what appeared to be a small puddle of divine ichor, the creature just wanted to rest but such rituals required at least a fraction of his watch to understand. The talk of the sun... It made him recoil with a grim hesitation, to eclipse the sun was certainly a great feat but a sun created by such force was out of his reach. That was unacceptable.*\n\n`\"I propose a refutal to this plan, I will play the part of the pessimist. Deities, to those that know me. Quench your anger, I do not care for it. I am here to raise points clearly and concisely. We may settle them professionally or like children. I do not care which, just know the latter will end worse than last time.\"` *A cheeky smile, Edon was still riding the ego of escaping such a precarious situation. Though the sarcastic tone was addressed to the gods that had been there. He had no intent of pissing off more than he needed to, at least not yet.*\n\n`\"Think about the issues this plan may cause. To enact a natural cycle of light and darkness is to embrace a lack of indivduality, it takes away from what may make us. As beings, unique. I do not wish to take away your plans but you must understand we have our own goals and locking a force of nature behind such a rigid idea is surely detestable to what we as deities stand for.\"` \n\n*The god clears his throat again, four tendrils creep from the gods gaping maw and squirm momentarily as though they are cleaning out the real things he wished to say before squirming back in and allowing his jaw to rest calmly.*\n\n`\"Accelerating mortal crops creates a sense of intervention, they should not reap benefits like this. For they will expect more and grow weary for when they do not. It will sow chaos and disorder within your own populations, you must understand that enabling them an insight into our world is a cruel jest at what they could be? Please, at least hear my words and think.\"`"
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "*\"Booooriiiiiiiiiing.\"*\n\nIt wasn't clear when Silly arrived to the little meeting, but she was here now. Her head popped out of a little hole in the ground, and a pile of dirt had built up by her side. Erratically, she shovelled out more soil, digging the rest of her way up into view.\n\n\"One sun- two sun- *Laaame!* Everyone should get their own sun! Then we can have lots of suns of different colours and shapes and sizes and they can all sparkle and look pretty! My sun is going to leave rainbows!\" Silly bounced the rest of the way out her hovel, balancing prevariously atop an upright oversided pink plastic shovel. \n\nCrossing her arms, she leant forward and skidded down into her hole, riding the shovel and jumping back out with a kickflip. Catching the shovel in the landing, she swung it like a baseball bat, smashing the dirt pile back into her hole and spraying specs of dusty soil into the air. \"Ehehe- You guys are lame and boring. *Apparently,* Some people got me memories and things, and remember worlds with suns. I don't see the big deal, but if it's so-so important, then we shan't have no protesting if we make a hundred of them!\""
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "Lyndor's composure didn't waver as Majesty continued to exert her presence, stepping around him and circling like a predator sizing up its prey. He could sense her attempts to assert her dominance, but he refused to be intimidated. Instead, he kept his polite smile in place, meeting her gaze with a steady and confident expression.\n\n\"I must admit, Majesty, you do carry an air of authority,\" He replied, giving a slight nod in acknowledgment of her status. \"And I appreciate the respect you command among the gods.\"\n\nAs she pat his shoulder, Lyndor resisted the urge to flinch at the reminder of her earlier pressure on him. He understood the game she was playing, and he was determined to stand his ground and show that he was not one to be pushed around.\n\n\"Thank you for offering your administrative insights,\" He said, his tone still polite but with a hint of assertiveness. \"I believe our collaboration will be strengthened by the diverse perspectives and talents of all the gods involved.\"\n\nLyndor watched as Majesty moved on to greet Triticea, making a mental note of her tactics and the way she tried to smooth things over between the Harvest Goddess and himself. He could see the subtle manipulation at play, and it only fueled his determination to be cautious and thoughtful in his interactions with her.\n\nAs more gods arrived, Lyndor took a moment to observe the chaotic scene unfolding before him. The cacophony of voices shouting their names and titles made it clear that a more organized approach was needed if they were to make any progress in their discussion.\n\nWhen Majesty finally called for order, Lyndor couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. He appreciated her attempt to bring structure to the gathering and allow each god to voice their ideas in an orderly manner.\n\nAs the scroll unfurled and the plans for the creation of the Sun were presented, Lyndor carefully considered each proposal. Plan A and Plan B both had their merits, but he couldn't help but feel that they were too conventional, too predictable.\n\nStepping forward, Lyndor cleared his throat to speak, his voice firm and confident. \"May I propose an alternative?\" He said, his eyes meeting Majesty's with a spark of inspiration. \"What if we create not just one Sun, but a network of interconnected Suns? Suns that can move across the sky, creating patterns and designs that would dazzle mortals and gods alike. Suns that can dance and weave together, creating breathtaking displays of light and beauty.\"\n\nHe paused for a moment, allowing his vision to sink in before continuing. \"And with each Sun, we could infuse it with a unique aspect of our domains. Majesty, your flame of ambition could burn brightly in one, while Triticea's bounty could shine in another. Each Sun a reflection of our individual powers, yet all part of a harmonious whole.\"\n\nLyndor's excitement grew as he spoke, his passion for his vision evident in his voice. \"This would not only illuminate our realms but also serve as a symbol of our unity and collaboration as gods. A testament to the power of working together to achieve something truly extraordinary.\""
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"We already have a stellar object apiece.\"\n\n*The Rav crystal flickered a little bit and pointed its sharper point skywards.*\n\n\"As for the notion of a sun. It appears the purpose of such a celestial orb remains vague. I have heard a singular suggestion of it increasing floral growth rates. But that can be accomplished through any mechanism of light. I would like to propose a counterconcept. Will that be acceptable?\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr was in the habit of traversing the world tree in human form. Luckily, he was nearby when Lyndor made the call, exploring along the base of the world tree with his newest pet. \n\nSoldr approached the hall astride a giant white tiger - a Great Hunter. It was 2 meters at the shoulder, and over ten feet long. Gods that had already met him might recognize him, it would otherwise be easy to mistake him for a human. \n\nSoldr was a tall man at about 6'4, with an athletic build covered in sleek, toned muscle. His clothes matched the styles of his people: Barbarian chic, with furs and leathers. He had on a pair of pants fashioned from leather, and a fur cloak hanging from his shoulders. His arms and torso were both bare, though covered with a vast collection of scars. Old blade wounds and other marks crisscrossed his thick, muscular arms. Meanwhile, there was a big scar on the right side of his chest. The battle with the Unending had left its mark, with the left side of his torso now sporting a huge scar from where it had bitten a huge chunk off him. As a God, he could have just healed it. Maybe he didn't want to, or maybe he just didn't know he could.\n\n\nIn his mortal form it had taken him a while to arrive at the hall, and he realized he was a bit late. It seemed the others were still filing in though - had Silly just gotten there too?\n\nSliding off his Great Hunter, he entered the great hall. As he did so, he assumed his true form. His eyes turned a deep ruby red, and a pair of black, batlike wings spread from his shoulderblades.\n\n\"Hey, Rav'ni. How've you been?\" He asked the crystal quietly, a wolfish grin on his face showing fanglike canines. He found his place near him, Majesty, and Triticea, the ones that he had interacted with the most up till now.\n\n\"Triticea. How's your new toy treating you?\" He asked. The last time he'd seen her, he'd helped her construct a new weapon. He was still eager to see it in action. Spotting Onesifi, he gave him a 'Come sit with us cool kids' smile. They'd done a little war in his Arena and Soldr had had a great time.\n\nAs Majesty helped direct the meeting, he couldn't help but admire how she was able to bring order so effortlessly. He even found himself shutting up and listening as she explained what the ritual was for. It seemed good to him, but then Lyndor had another suggestion...\n\n\"I like the old fart's idea.\" Soldr said to Rav'ni, smiling slightly as he looked at Lyndor. \"We even already have some stars we could use.\"\n\n\"Hey, Antlers.\" Soldr said, now addressing Lyndor directly. He didn't seem to be intent on making fun of him, that's just kinda how he was...\n\n\"I'm interested, but hoow do you see this working? Is it just going to be always night, or are they going to light up during the day?\" Soldr asked. He then looked to Triticea.\n\n\"Sun or stars, I think we should be able to make them with crops either way. I'm seconding that one.\""
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea returned to the cluster of gods once Majesty began to lay out proposed plans. She frowned, not pleased with any of the three ideas. Her frown deepened once Edon made an appearance. She felt a visceral discomfort in his presence, the inexplicable *Wrongness* That radiated off of him settling over her, heavy and wretched. Bea did not know this god or his transgressions, but she shot him a loathsome look for causing her such discomfort.\n\nShe relaxed a bit when Silly popped up. She remembered her from the magic ritual. Silly and Nach were the only ones here who hadn't bored her half to death with their lame speeches. Bea took her presence as a good sign.\n\n**\"Yeah, let's have lots of suns! I want a giant disco ball sun. Oh! Or a pastel purple sun with *Glitter*,\"** She said. She was very excited by the idea of designing a celestial body, her tail wagging and her star-eyes large and bright.\n\nShe wasn't opposed to Lyndor's idea of a network of suns, either. While she wouldn't have her own personal sun, it sounded like a creative and entertaining idea. So long as she got to make something fun, she was interested.\n\n**\"Oh! If we do Lyndor's thing and get imbue the suns with aspects of ourselves, does that mean we can make them do cool stuff?\"** She asked. **Like could I have mine make Mind Magic stronger every once in a while? Or maybe make plants grow super big like, once a month?\"**"
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"author": "khepri",
"message": "Iona resisted the urge to sigh as Xanthous appeared, instead simply glaring at him from atop her throne. Clearly all of his ire was directed at her - and for what? How had she truly offended him? It seemed that her brother had quite the chip on his shoulder. Rather than even bother to reply to him so she simply rolled her eyes and looked away. Hopefully the other gods would ignore the rabble rouser. She resisted a chuckle as Triticea chided him.\n\nWhat surprised Iona most however, was Majesty suddenly taking **Control** Of the situation. Her eyes narrowed as she watched her go from person to person, worming her way into their good favor. It was blatant what it was that she was doing - currying favor and gaining power however she could. It was just as Triticea had told her - Majesty seemed to be a rarity in that she was competent.\n\nCompetency was dangerous if she turned out to be an enemy in the end. It would mean that trying to hobble her even in whatever she had planned here could end up being ideal.\n\nAnd yet...\n\nSomeone here had to take charge. More than that, there was always the possibilities that her own interests could align neatly with Majesty. For now, the best thing to do would be to wait and see.\n\nIona gave slow, meaningful nod in return as she calmly sat atop her throne, and gestured for Majesty to continue. Moments later her gaze moved to Edon as he appeared. He dared to show his face again? Before so many? Her hands dug into the marble, cracking it as she resisted the urge to disrupt the gathering and attack him once again.\n\nNo, she would certainly help if he became an issue, but it wouldn't do to be the one who started violence here.\n\n\"I wouldn't be against having whatever system we choose end up benefitting crops\" Iona agreed easily. After all - her own mortals relied almost entirely on growing their food. It would just help her in the end, while also backing up Triticea.\n\n\"As for having some sort of interconnected system of suns... It would depend on the details. I certainly wouldn't want **My** Sun to be near something like that thing\" She said with a dismissive gesture towards Edon."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Sun this, fifty suns that.\" She groaned. \"Who CARES? As long as it works, it doesn't MATTER how it looks!\" The purpose of the sun was more important than how it looked, and already this was beginning to drag on. As long as the stupid thing(s?) helped the crops of the other realms to grow better, she didn't care if there was one or two or ninety million. All of that was semantics that didn't make even the slightest difference in her eyes, and so the whole argument they were having was a waste of time. Triticea Pueri's infamous impatience was beginning to rear its ugly head once again, but at the very least Both proposals that Majesty had put her forth were pretty acceptable.\n\nBut before she could make another complaint, a fell presence settled over the gathered gods as *He* Had the audacity to show his face. \"And what makes you think *You've* Got any say in the matter, Cancer of All Worlds?\" She sneered. \"After what you've done, nobody will listen to a word out of your mouth.\" Was it truly so *Stupid* To think that it would be absolved of its crimes, even temporarily, simply because it had come without evil intentions? She had half the mind to strike him down here and now. That none of her siblings had yet seen fit to take the initiative was proof to her of their incompetence.\n\n\"Are we *Really* Gonna let the Devourer stay here?\" She addressed the rest of the gods now. Her divine weapons, her Abundances, flashed into her hands with a burst of golden light. \"If none of you will, I'll get rid of this aspect of him.\" It was truly baffling that none of the others had done so already. Why were they allowing this betrayer god, this cancer, to remain in their presence? His very existence here tainted the land that he slithered upon, and provided a much more significant cause for concern than anything else that her siblings had said. A deity that had hurt their Mother the way he had could not be allowed anything more than absolute exile, if they did not execute him entirely."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "WHAT, EDONS OUT?? TSU thought really loudly, likely transmitting this the those around. She wipped off sippers she just made at threw them at Edon. \n\nIt took her a while to notice that she made herself known, \"UM, um what about a fog of stars? Like orange warm and glowing fog? Wouldn't that be cool,\" She said as she retrieved her slippers"
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"Devourer?\" Soldr asked Triticea. He turned to Rav'ni.\n\n\"Hey, do you know who this guy is? He's creepin me out.\" Soldr said, staring at Edon.\n\n\"TSU, what's going on here?\" He felt like he was terribly out of the loop."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"He... HE ate one of our siblings before they formed!\" She said to Soldr after getting her barrings on her selfs. Some of them really wanted to be let out really badly."
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "\"Wait wait- Uuuuh- Guys, I'm me! You're not meant to take the fifty suns seriously. It's pointless and stupid! And sparkly disco sun-balls only pollute Gaia's natural stary sky.\" Silly crossed her arms, slipping her feet into oversized pink wellies and jumping up and down on the remnants of her dirt pile. \"Big brother Wyrd won't be happy.\"\n\n\"Anyway, my star is really pretty, look, it's right next to Vivi's! We should just make that brighter instead - all of them! Ooooh, and line them up into little constellations! We could make pretty pictures with them together... And give demigods their own little stars to let us draw even more things!\"\n\nFor the first time ever, *Ever*, Silly's jester cap lost its bells, only for jingling star-shaped chimes to take their places. Edon was an issue, but she opted to ignore him. Her business was just too serious to deal with the itty bitty small fry."
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "Lyndor greeted Soldr with a warm smile as he approached, impressed by the God's majestic Great Hunter and his imposing human form. He admired Soldr's mix of barbarian chic and divine aura, finding it fitting for the God of the Hunt. As Soldr transformed into his true form, revealing his ruby red eyes and batlike wings, Lyndor couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with him.\n\n\"Soldr, good to see you,\" Lyndor replied, acknowledging the God's wolfish grin with a nod. \"I've been well, thank you. And you and your magnificent companion?\"\n\nAs the meeting progressed, and Lyndor presented his idea for a network of interconnected Suns, he was pleased to hear Soldr's support for his proposal. The mention of having stars they could use intrigued him, and he realized that Soldr must have been referring to the countless shining celestial bodies scattered throughout the cosmos.\n\n\"It's not necessarily always night,\" Lyndor replied, thinking about Soldr's question. \"The Suns can be designed to move and shift, creating day and night cycles just like we have in our own realms. And with the stars at our disposal, we could enhance the beauty and complexity of the display.\"\n\nHe then turned to Triticea, considering her proposal to have the Suns influence crop growth. \"I agree with you, Triticea. Combining the Suns' light and energy with the bountiful essence of crops will undoubtedly lead to abundant harvests in all our realms.\"\n\nLyndor's excitement grew as he saw the support from his fellow gods. It was exhilarating to see his vision taking shape and gaining traction among his peers.\n\n\"As for the design itself,\" Lyndor continued, \"I envision each Sun as a radiant sphere infused with the essence of the deities involved in its creation. Each one unique, with its own pattern and movements that correspond to the domains of the gods who contributed to its making.\"\n\nHe glanced at Majesty, considering how her essence of ambition could add a fiery brilliance to one of the Suns. Then his gaze shifted to Triticea, imagining her essence of bounty interwoven with the Sun, bestowing fertility and growth upon the lands it touched.\n\n\"And we can have a central core that acts as the heart of the network, connecting and coordinating the movements of the Suns,\" Lyndor added, his mind racing with ideas. \"It will be a grand spectacle, a symphony of Suns dancing across the sky, each one representing a facet of our divinity and united in creating a harmonious balance in the cosmos.\"\n\nHe paused for a moment, letting the vision sink in, before looking around at his fellow gods. \"I believe that together, we can create something truly magnificent and enduring. Something that will not only illuminate our realms but also inspire awe and wonder among mortals and gods alike.\"\n\nLyndor listened attentively as Silly chimed in, her excitement and energy infectious. He couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, finding her ideas intriguing and endearing. Her proposal of creating constellations with the stars and giving demigods their own little stars sounded delightful.\n\n\"Ah, Silly, your creativity is truly something to behold,\" Lyndor said, giving her a playful wink. \"I must admit, the idea of crafting constellations and letting demigods have their own stars is quite charming. It would add a touch of whimsy and personal connection to the night sky.\"\n\nHe glanced around at the other gods, his smile still present. \"Perhaps we can find a way to blend both ideas, combining the grand network of Suns with the beauty of Silly's constellation concept. It would be like having the best of both worlds.\"\n\nHe paused for a moment, considering the possibilities. \"Imagine it, a grand celestial canvas filled with vibrant Suns and sparkling constellations, each one carrying the essence of the gods who contributed to their creation. It would be a testament to our unity and creativity.\""
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "As the discussion bounced back and forth, Majesty positioned herself near the center of the room and carefully made note of each new idea to be brought up. By the time she saw fit to speak again, her scroll now looked like this:\n\n*- Plan A: Two suns, one large and one small.*\n*- Plan B: One sun and one moon, to change positions with the passage of night and day.*\n*- Plan C: Several suns, moving as an interconnected network, and with each sun reflecting an aspect of a ritual participant.*\n*- Plan D: To brighten the stars, and grant demigods stars also, to provide light in place of suns.*\n\n*- Proposed Addendum 1: That any sun created should accelerate the growth of mortal crops.*\n*- Proposed Addendum 2: That the light of a given sun strengthens magic associated with its creator gods.*\nNow they had a surplus of concepts in the mix, and Lyndor was talking up a storm. Furthermore, the presence of that serpent represented an entirely different problem. Majesty held her composure throughout the chaotic discussion, but even she arched an eyebrow in genuine surprise when TSU revealed just why the creature was held in such low regard. It certainly explained the *Stench* Of the being, at least.\n\nAh well. Time to corral all this nonsense, and bring matters under her sway once more.\n\n\"Begone,\" She said, and then promptly *Smeared* The fragment of Edon out of existence with a wave of her hand. Given how minuscule a portion of a god that worm had been, there was little it could do to evade or resist under the circumstances, and the nature of Majesty's attack was—like she'd shoved aside the version of reality in which the serpent existed, and replaced it with one where it didn't. \n\nAs it turned out, rituals weren't the only field in which the Archfiend held experience. Compared to the Unending, this nuisance was hardly worth bothering with.\n\n_ _\n\"Edon can face his judgement later; for now we have other matters to attend to. Besides, it was clear he had no intention of contributing to any form of agreement between us.\" Honestly, did that squirt think he could just eat a baby god and then show up to throw peanuts at the next ritual? She'd admire the audacity, if it weren't so blatantly stupid. With a sigh, the Archfiend turned away from where the fragment had been, confident that (in the *Unlikely* Event that any part of it had survived) Triticea would be watching and waiting for any further signs of trouble.\n\n\"Now, where were we?\" A calm smile, her arms open as though she sought to welcome all the gods' thoughts and opinions. \"It seems to Us that plans **C** And **D** Have gathered the most support thus far. If we are to compromise between them, why not brighten the stars and set them moving in the sky, so that each one lightens a particular realm in turn? Let them be empowered, too, as Lyndor suggested, with the aspects of the gods they reflect.\" It seemed as good a solution as any: take the star plan and stitch in the important parts of the multi-sun plan. \n\n\"Triticea's proposal seems to have garnered general approval, so We'll consider that one included for now. However... Rav'Nixander, why don't you go ahead and voice that concept you had in mind?\" \n\nKnowing that weirdo, it wouldn't be anything she agreed with. However, the crystalline deity might look on her more kindly if she handed it a spotlight, let it shoot its shot. She respected its eloquence, at least, and would rather have it owe her a favor if possible."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "In the name of Gaia, what *Now?*\n\nSomewhere in Yggdrasil's tangles, Aphot drew his attention from whatever he'd been doing to cast a questioning look towards the base of the World Tree. His younger siblings' penchant for calling attention to themselves was becoming... Impressive, in a word; a nuisance, in another.\n\nLike he'd been at so many other gatherings, the shadowy god was quite suddenly *There*, lurking in the background like a pretty little decoration. Watching his dear kin politick and posture like one amused by a cartoon sitcom. Just as he was at the magic ritual: muted, invisible, beneath notice until one decided to notice him.\n\n*Suns.* Of course the bloody spitfires wanted to set the sky aflame now. And granting demigods their own stars? A soundless laughter bubbled up from within. His brethren never failed to entertain.\n\nEspecially in their ire. Aphot's presence squirmed with amused glee as several deities voiced their disdain for the deplorable Edon. His personal feelings on the matter remained unknown, but damn if he didn't find this particular scenario funny. As Majesty vanquished the Edon fragment, a small *Pop* Noise was created for that comedic ambient effect. It enhanced his joy quite a bit."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"If I am to be blunt. Silly's concept of stellar amplification was the idea I was to convey. I suppose an additional addendum would be to tie amplification to a mobile celestial lens. To both regulate day slash night cycles and to assist divine and mortal astrological observation of the stars.\"\n\n*It appears being preempted caused the crystal to sound almost sheepish.*"
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"What about the fog sun? I'd bet it'd look pretty and beautiful! Like wouldn't it not be just so majestic to have the air be your sun?\" TSU said, almost getting rabid with her thoughts, like really wouldn't this just be soo cool?"
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Edon would listen to the conversations. The disdain and hate chucked at him was expected even if he had attempted to quell their desire for blood in the moment by speaking clearly and arriving in such a docile form, trying his best to be nothing more than an envoy. Some sins can not be forgiven, so it would not take long for the discussion of them ridding him from the conversation. Edon would grimace at the outcome, most of them hadn't even heeded his words or bothered listening. Poor poor serpent... Forever wanting to coil, never able to perch. That was the fate decided, the outcome he would live out. Though this meeting had served a second purpose for the fate god, potential recruits. Victims. People that could be persuaded, as well as the head honcho of the situation identified.*\n\n*Majesty.*\n\n*Oh Majesty, a tyrant that referred to herself as royalty. A wolf in vile sheep's clothing. A girl in a gods body, he could see it here. There was no order to her, a filthy fearmongerer. They respected her because they had no other reasonable choices, Iona was still so new to the world. Xanthous was well... Xanthous.*\n\n*His attention turns to Silly, for such a strange appearance. They raised the most valid point of the entire situation. He would nod in... Agreement? A first perhaps. Congratulations to the jesters privilege for being the only one able to see sense in such a rancid situation for the god of eclipses.*\n\n`\"I do agree with this one, having our own unique shape with its own properties mitigates the issue of morality. I am willing to participa-\"`\n\n*Splatted like an insect by an invisible force, the fragment of Edon is hit by the slippers and the energy from Majesty and explodes into pieces of glass, shattering as the remaining parts fizzle away. It would seem Edon had actually planned to agree in his participation following those rules, yet they were too quick to judge. He had played the part of pessimist to try and raise such a counter solution. Now he would not be there to be a part of it. Though his encounter with the tyrant would be remembered, she had become a priority on his list. Not for violence, for resolution. The two may be able to settle upon something... To be at odds with a queen was to possess a level of influence he so direly needed.*\n\n*But for now... He was removed from this equation.*"
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "The ritual's call was answered by ever more deities, a few of whom Onesifi recognized, and some of whom were completely new to Onesifi. It was to be expected; Gaia never stopped in Her creation, just like the lesser gods never did unless they disappeared. And with the new arrivals came a need to assess the participants once more.\n\nAlmost instantly after Onesifi, Rav'Nixander arrived in its usual crystal form. The deity of ambition greeted their fellow mortal-oriented deity with a special nod. At the very least, the arrival of the God in Waiting would ensure that necessary failsafes would be made - and there would be a simple, reliable mind in the poison-laden atmosphere of divine politics.\n\nSoon after, the goddess of Harvest joined the gathering - although, in truth, she was acting completely different from the Triticea they knew. It was striking how the composed and calm goddess was now overtaken by a childish, impulsive mood; perhaps there was more to the rigid goddess than Onesifi realized. A short nod of acknowledgement in her direction - even if she did not seem to acknowledge them - was in order.\n\nThe unknown old has been replaced by the new, as Ichtaca introduced himself, clearly pleased with the attention that Onesifi showed him - a welcome sight, for they still found themself in need of allies. Still, the domains that he introduced himself with were those that Onesifi understood well - and therefore knew how dangerous they might have been. This one was ought to be watched - but perhaps not right now.\n\n_ _\nAfter all, whatever they were thinking was instantly interrupted by the one and only Nach. One Siri still remembered the mad ramblings of the chaotic goddess, and recalled how painful it was to try to decipher them - but once they were, how many ideas they held, whether good or bad. Although the momentary silence that she had cast over the whole hall and the fact that she had fallen asleep the moment she did so clued Onesifi to the fact that she might have been in a more... Disruptive mood today. Hopefully, Majesty would be able to at least reign her in somewhat - she did become an involuntary transport for Nach, after all, which did imply a certain connection.\n\nA completely contrasting goddess came right after her, breaking the silence almost immediately after Nach wished for it. Iona, the goddess of order and control, had all the overbearing presence and condescension of Majesty with none of her tact and diplomatic ability. It was clear that Onesifi had nothing in common with her - and they almost thanked her for the complete lack of subtlety. They knew immediately that they could certainly expect nothing good from the goddess.\n\nAnd to complete the triad, Xanthous, the god who embodied both of the previous aspects, made his entrance - and immediately earn an eye roll from the deity of ambition. They did admire the aspirations of the god, at least, even if they would certainly resist him should he have been tried to pronounce himself as such - but to tell these aspirations in front of an entire divine community, including a few deities that would definitely oppose him... Was the peak of stupidity. Especially with nothing indicating that he actually had any cards to force the issue.\n\n_ _\nMr. Bones, the next one to arrive, certainly looked less amused than usual. Something was going on inside his head - especially with the way he ever-so-slightly moved his jaw as he was looking at Majesty. There was most likely history there, but it was probably for the best not to press anyone on it. Still, the skeleton god probably came to ensure that his realm was once more exempt from changes; other than that he would not be a factor in the proceedings. Onesifi acknowledged him with a small nod, before moving into the next person...\n\nThe one that Onesifi should probably have expected, all things considered. Bea, the child goddess. She was not really a factor in the hammering of the pact, and the Restless did not believe that she would be. They just hoped she would not actually be a problem, even if she was sure to be bored out of her mind by the most important part of the ritual.\n\nThere were two more deities who had not, in truth, shown themselves, but who were probably willing to participate, judging by their arrival. One Siri would need to assess them later.\n\nAnd of course, there were the main stars of the show. The host of the meeting, Lyndor and Majesty.\n\n_ _\nLyndor, from the first glance, seemed to be a benevolent and optimistic god. Almost too much so to be believable, considering his domains did not imply it in the least - although his earnest attempt at persuading Majesty to \"Drop the theatrics\" Was a sign of extreme naïveté - a quality so often associated with the features above. If this assumption was correct, then it would not be too difficult to manipulate his views to align with Onesifi's; just cover them with a sprinkling of apparent benevolence, and he would come rushing to lick it off. Of course, that was in the ideal situation. Reality was that the deity of ambition would not be the only one trying to sway the ritual master.\n\nIn a way, everything Majesty was doing here could be predicted: it was an endless show to establish dominance and make everyone around her seem lesser in comparison. So, when she circled Lyndor in a way that put Onesifi behind her, clearly attempting to assign them her lackey - an intention clear despite the honeyed words - Onesifi allowed themself the tiniest bit of treachery: they simply stepped to the side and forward, trying to put themself on a more equal ground with the Archfiend symbolically. The further signs of condescension and obvious attempts to hijack the ritual did not go unnoticed as well - but before they could address this properly, something happened.\n\n_ _\nA dark feeling came over Onesifi - a feeling of disgust, of seething anger that had to be unleashed one way or another; it was only in a few moments, when the deity of ambition turned around, that the source of the feeling became clear. A serpent, so distasteful and vomit-inducing that a desire to quash it almost overwhelmed Onesifi - but they knew it was irrational. They had never seen this deity before - or a fragment of such, at least. A weak memory of a great pain expressed by the Yggdrasil surged through their mind - as vague as everything was. Perhaps this was what happened to those who truly defied Her. A smirk appeared on their lips as they affirmed one thing, at least: whatever Wyrd was babbling about had even less worth than they had first assumed.\n\nStill, the emotions that Onesifi experienced were far too intense; they could understand what was happening, but could barely process it in any rational way. Only once the Archfiend squashed the petty fragment of the Devourer did they feel some sense of relief - and finally could form their thoughts on some more new information.\n\nSilly was one of the deities who did not leave a good impression on Onesifi, despite how much they wished otherwise. She was rigid, completely set in her ways - something they would never think could be said about a goddess such as her, with the disruptiveness she had brought rivalling only Nach. They did not expect dealing with her to be pleasant.\n\nSoldr, on the other hand, was much more agreeable. He asked fair questions, did not mind any decision and generally lightened up the mood in a calm way that none of the other deities could. He was another welcome addition to the gathering.\n\n_ _\nAnd of the proposals themselves... Frankly, Onesifi could not be more confused. Everyone was talking rapidly, completely unorganised - despite there being apparently a few deities of order. Ideas bounced off each other, with very little clarity on what everyone was truly proposing. But most of all, Onesifi was shocked at how... Self-centered all the divine proposals were - and they were supposed to be the selfish one!\n\nFor what it was worth, the proposition the majority seemed to be in favor of seemed to be mostly adequate for the mortals - even if there were still some things to be ironed out. And yet, Onesifi was done with simply waiting. They rapped their knuckles on the wood of the table, cleared their throat and stated a simple question - one which did not expect an answer: \"Would the council kindly grant me the right to speak\".\n\nA few seconds passed, before they started talking. \"Thank you. Now, let me introduce myself to those of you I am seeing for the first time. I am Onesifi, the Patron of the Ambitious, the Guid of the Travellers and the Emboldener of Change. I am rather pleased to meet all of you, but I could not help but feel the desire to forward a few of my own thoughts on the matter.\"\n\nThey stood up and turned their head towards Majesty. A practiced curtsy was followed by somewhat monotonous words: \"My gratitude for escorting the Godeater out of the gathering hall. I must admit, it's aura was harmful to my concentration - the reason I had not spoken out sooner.\"\n\nThis formality dealt with, Onesifi strode around the table, eventually landing near Iona; their gaze slightly hardened, before declaring to the entire table: \"Iona's first message makes me note something I did not expect to be necessary: whatever the form of the lighting we choose, it should not be ideological. Let us suppose, for a moment, that the discussion had stalled at the first proposal, and everyone agreed to the two suns.\"\n\n_ _\nThey conjured two balls of light above the table. \"As Iona stated, she desired for it to show some sort of immutable hierarchy - a proposition which I, as you could suppose from my profiles, could not abide with. But neither would Iona budge on her point - unless we agreed that whatever we chose should not represent any single system of values.\"\n\nThe lights disappeared, and Onesifi shook their head. \"Granted, this point is now moot, considering that no one truly agreed to that proposal, but I believe my point stands.\"\n\nOnesifi could not help but look at Xanthous during this interlude, and instantly turned their gaze away in a clear show of disinterest at whatever title Xanthous claimed. They moved instantaneously to the head of the table, snapping their fingers and continuing. \"Now, returning to the more relevant matters; at first, I was somewhat apprehensive of the current situation, but after giving it some more thought, it seems to be solid. I was hopeful for the ritual of the Light to solve two problems in particular.\"\n\n\"First was a way to synchronise mortals' understanding of time with the cycles of the World Clock - and moving the Godstars in a certain direction at a constant speed, together with Rav'Nixander's proposal of a lens strengthening and weakening their light cyclically does solve that.\"\n\n\"And secondly, I hoped for the system to help mortals with navigation - especially in case of connecting our realms more securely. Once again, a fixed direction of movement of the Godstars, combined with the everseen Yggdrasil is a fine solution to this question.\"\n\n\"I also agree with Silly's proposal: demigods should have their own stars. After all, they might be lesser than us in sheer power, but they are still divine.\n\n_ _\nLooking over the committee, Onesifi snapped their fingers again, punctuating the next part of the monologue. \"However, I still have something to say. First of all, there is a concern I do share with Iona: how shall the constellations be arranged exactly? I do not ask about demigods' stars - obviously they should be close to those of their progenitors - but what about us? So far, I see two logical choices: via deities' relationships to others or via their domains.\"\n\nThey created a few points in the air as demonstration. \"Arranging the stars according to domains eems to be the rational choice, but it does not truly take into account our wishes. Taking, for instance, these three stars.\" Onesifi colored three of the points: one turned blood red, one became opulent golden and one started flashing between white and cyan. \"The deities here are much alike in their domains - and yet, each one would be too prideful to let the others outshine them. And while watching the competition might be amusing, I have no doubt they would be more interested in standing alone and unobstructed. And besides,\" They made a fourth point flash every colour possible and put it next to the white-cyan one, - \"The domain of the two-coloured one overlaps with another; and the two on its sides have completely nothing in common, defeating the point entirely.\"\n\nThey made the points disappear, and moved onto the second topic. \"And as for personal connections... Is this not how the Godstars already work? Fixing them in a state that they are now would only render them inaccurate one day. Lovers can become the most bitter of enemies. Nemeses can turn to staunch allies. Why should we fix the constellations in this frankly arbitrary point in time?\"\n\n_ _\nThey cleared the throat once more, before continuing. \"And for a lesser concern, there is something I would add for little more than mortals' convenience. Four stars, unconnected to divinity, staying constantly in place, signifying directions from the World Tree. It is not entirely necessary, of course, but I cannot help but indulge our creations at times.\" They smirked slightly, before finishing with a simple \"These are all the concerns I can muster for now. Perhaps there will be more that I will find over the course of discussion, but I am glad to pass the voice to the next deity.\"\n\nThey curtsied and got back to their seat, preparing themself to listen to more ideas of their siblings."
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "Shaking his head, Vaias followed after Xanthous. Really, couldn't he have chosen to do this in any other way? He hadn't even responded to Vaias' question. Well, it wasn't as if Xanthous' behaviour was truly surprising; Vaias was well aware of his arrogance. The self-proclaimed king of the gods must have thought himself above answering even the simplest of his brother's questions.\n\nBut, alas, he was headed to the same gathering as Vaias was, so what choice did he have but to follow? Vaias flapped his wings, rising into the air without a sound, and soon landed near the gathered deities.\n\nHe had missed some of the conversation, it seemed. *\"What in Gaia's name is a sun..?\"* Vaias mumbled, inaudible to anyone but himself. Oh well, it wouldn't hurt to stand around and listen for a while. If it turned out this \"Sun\" Thing was worthless to him, he could always leave.\n\nAs he listened to the conversation, the Lord of Truth realised it may have been a good idea to introduce himself first. This may not be the right time for it, though, as the instant the thought popped into his mind another goddess stepped forward. She'd had the bright idea to summarise all of their ideas so far. So, Vaias listened intently to the goddess' explanation, and the ideas that were proposed afterward. Even Edon, he humored, letting him speak but not making up his mind.\n\nVaias would be alright with any option. It seemed like a good idea to have some united form of light within the world- like Triticea, he didn't care much about how exactly it would look."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Zzzz...*\n\n*What resigns a god to slumber? Those immutable few, unburdened by mortality's maintenance. Rest is pivotable for us lowly mortals, but a god's slumber is surely a slothful thing. For what need has a god for rest? What need has a god for dreaming? What precisely, does a god dream? When the world's at your fingertips, your every whim, your every whimsical desire could be brought to life.*\n\n*Zzzz...*\n\n*So, whyever would a god dream? Could it be a wellspring for divine inspiration? A means to kill the time? Perhaps, a curiosity or even a peculiar pleasure? Perhaps something more profound?*\n\n*Zzzz...*\n\n*Our Nach dreamt of many things, our Nach dreamt of her past wherein she lived a fruitless life burdened by a broken mind but accompanied by a few, a precious few she can scarcely remember. Our Nach dreamt of her present wherein that broken mind could at last bear fruit, a boundless experience, a never ending tale, all her whimsical wonders brought to life and yet still so much more was to come. Our Nach dreamt of her future wherein the pretty colours flew unfettered, wherein all could enter unto the Nachening, wherein reality was sundered and-... And... She had her-.. What.. Her-.. Talking. So. Much. Talking.*\n\n*...*\n\n*Long was our Nach idle, cozily confined therein Majesty's pocket, unperturbed. Bliss without that damnable thing was however sweet, short, a renewed rustling was felt from within and sure enough did our Nach's little tiny head emerge with an annoyed, now furious expression.* \"***Grrruuuuggghhhhhh!*** Talk-Talk-Talkity-Talkity-Talk-Talk-Talking-TALKERS! Sshtupid Sunlyvers... Foiled-soiled this Nach's most pleasurable dreaming!\"\n_ _\n\n*Again did all sound, excusing our Nach's own, suddenly cease. Though that wasn't the only trick she pulled, our Nach in all her fury cast another babbling bubble around the gods. Wherein all but our Nach would have their voices swapped with one another at random, the effect wasn't immediately noticeable unlike how she muted our world. And after it was cast she adjusted her spot in Majesty's pocket, wrapping herself in a banky, and leaning back against the Archfiend, with a yawn.*\n\n\"Foiler-soilers... Ruiner of our most pleasurable dream! Alas, alas... It'd seem this Nach is awake.\" *She nodded, a wide eyed crazed look sparkled within those eyes of burgundy, as did a smile crease across her face.* \"Your talkity-talk-talking of STARS and SUNS had awoken us, NACH! Thus penance, PENANCE! Is required, yes-yes! We shall for this pour all the pretty colours into the sky, a phenomenal phenomenon! See them sow currents of dancin shimmerin light, see them ebb and flow... See them sparkle and glimmer, like waves brushing against our many-many stars! We'll see that these auroras are sailed, we'll see that we and our precious chittering creatures too sail onto our *Fawncy*-fawncy lights~!\"\n\n*She looked up, and above the gods did these supposed shimmering dancing lights materialize. They ebbed and flowed, like an ocean's tumultuous waves intersecting with one another for a vivid star stunning scenery.*"
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Xanthous rested his head on his fist, watching all of these Gods and their proposals. He especially didn't respect Majesty at all, but he'd have to deal with it.\n\nFools, all of them. Especially the disgusting Edon.\n\nHis attention was directed to Nach, the small woman within the Majesty person's pocket. Xanthous frowned even deeper, noticing the sudden lack of sound. It was odd, not hearing anything except for the voice of Nach. Xanthous snapped his fingers and the barrier practically exploded, doing no real damage but sending the air scattering around the Gods. Then, the sound of air trying to fill up the vacuum again resonated with a pop. \n\n\"A lot of suns?\" He said, chuckling. Though he did not know it, his voice was swapped with Bea's, which made him much more comical. \"You fools. Suns are stars that are simply brighter and bigger.\" He said, \"Think about it. If we were to have a network of Suns, what would that mean for the eyes of mortals? The heat?\"\n\nSuddenly, about a dozen or so miniature Suns appeared in front of the Gods, each weaving in the way Lyndor described. Xanthous then placed a miniature mortal under it. In this simulation, the mortal burned up under the sweltering heat, and the light was practically blinding.\n\n\"One sun and one moon would describe everything in the world. Not theoretically or philosophically or metaphorically or any other false way. Simply good and bad, predator and prey, hunter and the hunted...\" Though, his speech would lose its touch without his voice.\n\nXanthous grinned devilishly. \"You reap what you sow. So why not make everything equal?\""
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea frowned and grumbled something about disco suns and her siblings not understanding her creative genius, but did not otherwise speak out. Fine, no disco sun. How boring.\n\nShe faded out of the conversation but continued to listen as she simmered with annoyance. Why would you make a suggestion if you didn't mean it? It was a stupid and dumb and a waste of time.\n\nAnd of course, the others just *Had* Embellish their proposals with fancy schmancy words that made her head spin. Bea had no use for eloquent speaking and it did nothing but encourage her boredom. She'd prefer it if her siblings spoke casually but knew better than to expect such a thing. She thus resigned herself to being clueless.\n\nHer eyes narrowed when another spoke, only in *Her* Voice. She scowled but did not comment. For now, she was done with the negotiating. She just wanted to start making things and the less she argued, the sooner that would happen."
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"author": "khepri",
"message": "As the conversation continued, Iona had her floating marble throne descend just a bit below Majesty's towering height - acknowledging that her sister was in fact the one completely in charge of the room.\n\nThere were so many unfamiliar voices speaking out, each trying to advocate for whatever personal side they had... It would be easy to misstep. So instead, she leaned back into her throne and remained mostly quiet, listening to the other gods as they said their piece. She let out a small huff of amusement as she watched the cannibal get snuffed out of existence.\n\nWhen Nach revealed herself once again though, she was already expecting mischief - especially after seeing how the room was once again forced into silence. Iona honestly had trouble keeping up with whatever Nach was even trying to say. It was as though the words went in one ear and straight out the other. It became more obvious what had happened though, after Xanthous started to speak.\n\nA simple voice swap? Well, if the little rat thought that she would get to choose how she would speak, she was wrong. She'd teach her sister a lesson in her own way - modifying the magic placed upon herself to sound as though she was Nach specifically.\n\n\"As was just said, **Brother**, such blatant powerplays are pointless\" She said in Nach's exact tone of voice, though without the cadence.\n\n\"I'll make things simpler for all of you - I rescind my plan. No need to keep it up as a possibility to take up room. As for my vote... I vote with Majesty, whatever should she choose\" She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. She would recognize when she had lost. It was better at this point to gain favor and hurry up the process rather than waste goodwill."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "With the Betrayer God vanquished for the time being, she returned her attention back to the meeting. \"The eyes of the mortals?\" She raised an eyebrow at Xanthous. \"What about them?\" She crossed her arms. \"Who cares about those little insects? If they die, we can just make new ones. They shouldn't even be a factor here.\" In truth, she didn't care at all about how things were done, but she really wanted to speed up all this pointless prattle about how the suns would take form. Bringing in unnecessary complications like the dumb mortals was just wasting her precious time. So long as the suns got their job done, they could look like naked jesters or even giant messages spelling out **FUCK TRITICEA** For all she cared. Her pride was not a factor here, just that they get to a swift conclusion and stopped wasting time, and she made that clear in her speech.\n\nThe more and more people spoke, the more she complained. Triticea Pueri did not have the patience that a fusion of herself and the Genetrix normally did. \"Who cares about any of this? This is just meant to spread abundance and light, not to inflate your egos!\" The Child stomped her foot on the ground, looking like she was having a tantrum. \"All this arguing is wasting our time! The aesthetics of it don't matter! We should just get to the point and make it already!\" The shape that the suns took or their number was irrelevant to her, only that they would further her pursuit of her purpose. The divine gift that Gaia had bestowed upon her, knowing what she was meant to do. \n\n\"If you want to have one sun, okay! A hundred suns, okay! According to some made up idea of who's best or just randomly tossing them around, okay! There's no point quarrelling over something this irrelevant!\" Where her foot stomped against the ground, shoots of wheat began to sprout, only to be crushed beneath her heel as she brought her foot back down onto them. The utility of the suns was what mattered. All the other discussion was pointless."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Xanthous' narrowed his eyes at the temper tantrum his sister was throwing. Triticea held no regard for mortals... Disgusting. \n\nXanthous then relieved all the tension with a sigh. When he noticed Iona speaking in Nach's voice, he knew something was wrong. Clearing his throat, he dispelled the trick Nach had placed, returning Bea's voice for his own. He did not, however, change the other Gods'. \"Fine then. Since this meeting is going nowhere- which is to be expected from incompetent Gods like you, I honestly do not care anymore.\" Now Xanthous looked bored with this whole situation. \n\n\"The final result no longer matters to me. Whether we have a sun or not means nothing in the grand scheme of things. I wish to be productive.\" He said. His eyes then swept everyone in the room, lingering especially on Majesty. \n\n**\"So hurry up.\"** He said, his voice commanding, clear as if he was standing right next to each God and talking into their ear. Xanthous slowly descended from his cross-legged position landing on the ground lightly. \n\nNo need to be fancy or formal. He had things to do, and unlike *Someone*, he cared for his mortals. So if there were fifty suns, he'd blot them out. As soon as his foot touched the ground, golden energy(akin to that of lightning) sprouted up and around him, darting for his crown. When the surge was over, his crown was then a teal, which it regularly was. \n\n\"Let's get moving. I have a vacation I am due for, places to be, and people I need to see.\" Xanthous said. Suddenly, his ripped shirt changed to a button up t-shirt with palm trees on it, and he now wore khaki shorts with slippers, and also sported a pair of shades. This was a look most never saw Xanthous in, only when he sought to go relax on the beaches of his realm. Even his hair looked somewhat different."
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "Ichtaca sat silently as he watched his siblings engage in an endless cycle of arguing. They'd posit ideas, then someone else would posit another, then they would argue which is better, then they'd come to no conclusion. An endless cycle of nothingness.\n\nHe took note of how they all seemed to carry an air of superiority about them, but especially Majesty, Xanthous, and Iona. He thought it was queer how they came here to work together, and yet they still insist that everyone else is somehow inferior. It sparked a fire of rage within him how seemingly everyone, save for a few, carried a contrarian, holier-than-thou attitude.\n\nBut rather than voice his thoughts, or confront his siblings, he remained silent. The god of secrets thought it better to remain enigmatic, concealing his opinions, than to start yet another argument amongst the group."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"Let us simply go for the amplification plan.\"\n\n*Rav flinched a little at the change in sound coming out of itself.*\n\n\"It appears any other suggestion so far is being pushed towards ideologies of specific gods. If additional effects are wanted, may I suggest those be tied to the current star or constellation being amplified? Tricitea's star brings growth, Nach's casts auroric light across the sky, things of that nature. Theoretically such effects can be implemented on a far more personal scale.\""
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "Lyndor cleared his throat, standing tall at the center of the gathering of gods. He could feel the collective energy in the room, a mingling of ideas, ambitions, and creativity that made his heart race with excitement. It was both exhilarating and humbling to be surrounded by beings of such power and wisdom, all gathered here to shape the future of their world.\n\n\"My fellow gods,\" Lyndor began, his voice carrying a tone of confidence and determination. \"I want to thank each and every one of you for answering my call and coming here today. Your presence here signifies your commitment to collaboration and your desire to bring something extraordinary into existence.\"\n\nHe took a moment to scan the room, making eye contact with each deity present. \"I am grateful for the input and ideas that have been shared so far. From the concept of multiple suns to Silly's brilliant proposal of constellations, it is clear that we have a wealth of creativity and potential in this room.\"\n\nHe raised his hand, offering a small gesture of appreciation. \"Before we proceed, I want to ensure that all voices are heard. If anyone has any objections or additional ideas they wish to put forth, now is the time to speak.\"\n\nLyndor would continue speaking. \"With that said, I propose that we proceed forward with the constellation idea. It carries the spirit of unity and individuality, blending the light of the suns with the wonder of the stars. The night sky will become a tapestry of our combined efforts, a testament to the diversity and creativity of the gods.\"\n\nLyndor's gaze moved from one god to another, seeking their approval. \"Of course, we will incorporate all the general accepted addendums to the ritual to ensure the stars align harmoniously and the balance is maintained. But let us embrace Silly's vision and create something truly unique and beautiful.\"\n\nHe turned his attention to Silly, a warm smile gracing his features. \"Silly, your star will shine brightly, and together with the others, it will inspire mortals and demigods alike. You have brought a touch of whimsy and magic to this gathering, and I thank you for that.\"\n\nLyndor then glanced around the room again, giving each god a moment of recognition. \"Let us move forward with this endeavor, my fellow gods. Together, we will create a new celestial masterpiece, a testament to our collective power and creativity. May this collaboration mark the beginning of a new era, where the heavens themselves reflect the beauty and unity of the gods.\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "When Tsu told him what Edon did, Soldr felt raw rage inside of him. In his past life, Soldr had lived in a time where it was common for children to die before they reached adulthood. He had siblings and several friends when he was younger who just didn't make it. The end result was that harming children was one of the few things that could rouse his temper.\n\nHe was just stepping up on the table, battleaxe in hand when Majesty reached out and... Erased Edon. Personally, Soldr preferred a more visceral approach but couldn't deny it was pretty damn cool. He released the axe, and it dispersed into orange embers as he stepped down.\n\nForming a dark stormcloud with his hand, Soldr took a seat on it, lounging on it like it was a couch while he calmed down. His eyes were closed, brow furrowed. Had Majesty really killed Edon, or just cast him away? Soldr didn't know TSU to be a liar, and something in the aura Edon gave off seemed to confirm what she'd said. It was like when Soldr just *Knew* Things sometimes. He chalked it up to being a god now.\n\nSoldr was distracted, thinking of what could even be done to stop Edon. Maybe a ritual to seal him away? Could gods be killed? He was still pondering such questions when he realized Lyndor was wrapping the meeting up.\n\n\"I'm for it. Constellations are perfect.\" Soldr said, pulling himself into a sitting position, arm draped over his knee. He was trying to pretend he hadn't basically missed the last several minutes of the meeting."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "With the minor *Disruption* Cleared away, the conversation could at last proceed in a productive direction. Iona and Xanthous withdrew their proposals, Onesifi and Rav'Nixander threw their weight behind the constellation plan, and with that, the course of the ritual was more or less decided. Really, there were more objections to the sheer amount of chatter than anything else, a fact that privately amused Majesty to no end.\n\nWhile Lyndor made yet another empty speech, the Archfiend took the opportunity to quietly approach TSU. \"Alas. Your idea does have merit, but the course of things seems to be settled now. Though perhaps such a fog would make a fine addition to your own realm, hmm?\" A gentle pat on the back for the cute ashen deity, a small gesture of sympathy. Let her feel acknowledged, at least, even if her concept had failed to gain momentum.\n\nHaving squared that loose end away for now, she moved back to the center of the room and loudly brought her hands together. \"Right! We will outline the final agreement here, and begin the ritual henceforth. Final amendments may be offered, but We will no longer be taking alternative proposals as of now.\" A snap of her fingers, and her scroll appeared again by her side. It now showed what Majesty understood to be the general consensus, written out plainly for all to see.\n\n_ _\n*All in support of this ritual agree to lend their power for the following purpose:*\n\n*To gradually **Brighten and dim the stars** With every cycle, so that all of creation shares the same day and night. To **Infuse our own stars** Further with our respective Domains. To set the stars in steady **Cyclical motion** With the World Tree as their focal axis, at a rate of one full revolution per season, and furthermore establish **Smaller lights for each Demigod** Nearby the stars of their creator Gods.*\n*- While a star infused by a participating God shines most directly above any mortal realm, it will influence that realm in a manner of the ritual participant's choosing. Be it accelerating the growth of crops, strengthening that God's magic, or manifesting a bright aurora in the skies.*\n*- Four fixed pseudo-stars will be established above the edges of Gaia's roots, one at the extreme of each cardinal direction.*\n*- Stars may drift and align in constellations as they did before, over the course of many years.*\nShe gave them all a moment to read through it all and consider. Not a signed contract, exactly, but a condensed summary to get everyone on the same page. They could quibble over the finer points if they wanted, but the time was almost at hand.\n\nThe Archfiend reached up with both hands, and above her the roof of the great hall cracked open. With a deep, creaking rumble, both sides of it slowly peeled apart to reveal the sky high above, with all of its stars glimmering faintly together alongside Gaia's vast branches. Her preparations now complete, Majesty slowly lowered her arms, and then extended a hand towards Lyndor in open invitation. \n\n\"When you are ready... We can begin.\""
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "Lyndor took a moment to read through the concise summary of the agreed-upon plan, his eyes scanning each line carefully. It was a comprehensive and well-thought-out outline that encompassed the desires and contributions of all the gods present. The collaboration and unity displayed by the assembled deities filled him with a sense of pride and hope. This was a momentous occasion, a project that would leave a lasting mark on the cosmos.\n\nAs he finished reading, he looked up to find Majesty extending her hand towards him, ready to initiate the ritual. The moment had come, and he knew that this was a pivotal point in their divine history.\n\n\"Thank you all for your contributions and support,\" Lyndor said, addressing the gathered gods. \"With your combined power and cooperation, we shall weave a tapestry of stars and constellations that will guide and inspire both mortals and immortals alike.\"\n\nThe roof of the great hall opened by the will of Lyndor, revealing the expanse of the night sky above. Stars twinkled like distant beacons, and Lyndor couldn't help but be filled with awe at the prospect of shaping the cosmos.\n\nHe stepped forward, placing his hand in Majesty's. His gaze met Majesty's. \"We are ready,\" He declared, his voice filled with determination."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "A few Lei manifested around Xanthous' neck, flower necklaces that looked like they belonged in the tropics. A coconut appeared in his right hand, followed by a straw that was elegantly shaped in a way to say 'king' in cursive with Xanthous' crown. He quietly sipped the golden liquid from the coconut, breathing out contently. \"Hold on, hold on. Not so fast.\" Suddenly, a pacifier appeared in the mouths of every god in the room- or wherever their mouths were supposed to be. Some even had binkys. Triticea's said 'farmer', Nach's said 'annoying', Silly's said 'Jester', Majesty's said 'BOSS' while Iona's said 'control-freak.' \n\nThe only ones who didn't receive anything was TSU and Vaias, who Xanthous seemed to hold in high regard.\n\n\"Unlike the farmgirl, I want to make sure that these suns won't be hot enough to burn anything flammable. Trees, mortals, crops... Then, every God would have to blot them out and use their own, which would be annoying and defeat the purpose of the suns anyway. I still don't care, I'm just adding my own two cents.\" The God chuckled, taking another sip.\n\n\"Only then will I go forward with this ritual.\" He finished. \"Warm sands, here I come...\" He whispered to himself."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The pacifier disintegrated only seconds after it had been brought into existence, the annoyed harvest goddess narrowing her eyes at her uptight brother. \"Why should we even care?\" She raised an eyebrow at him, looking bored with the gods' so called king already. \"We have more than enough divine power here to carry out the ritual without you. Go back home if you're so disagreeable.\" She huffed, putting a hand on her hips. In truth, she had no real objection to the idea of dimming the suns, but being Pueri made her feel petty, and Xanthous had been pushing a lot of her buttons here. Her objection was said mostly out of spite, and because she was tired of them wasting time. The Child was known for many things, but saintly patience was not one of them.\n\nAs the night sky opened up, she closed her eyes and held up her hand. Here, silent, she looked a hundred times more divine than any time before in this whole interaction. Tiny insectile bodies began to meld out of her skin, burrowing out of her arms and face like parasites. These shimmering green spirits, the Granum, took to the air, beginning to fly up into the night sky like a rising verdant snowfall. She seemed completely unbothered by the swarm that pried their way out of her face and body, focused on her purpose. Each tiny light alone may have been nothing, but together they lit up the heavens as they began to circle above the gods. Triticea's contribution to the divinity of the ritual was complete. \n\nThe Granum were more than her mortals - they were representations of her generosity and her abundance. They were the ones that would imbue the suns with the power of growth, the power of life. She let out a breath, and from her mouth blew the Spring Breeze. The very same force that she had bent into a weapon for her daughter, the same force that breathed new life into crops each year, whirled out of her mouth and spiralled upwards, supercharging the Granum with her abundant might. Now, it was up to the others."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "\"Aren't you the one who cares about crops?\" Xanthous asked with a raised eyebrow. \"Whatever. When your crops burn, don't come to me.\"\n\nXanthous raised his hand, and clenched his fist. Suddenly, two swirling energies erupted from where his stood, wind pressure pushing most of the Gods who weren't paying attention back with the sheer force. Xanthous pointed towards the stars. Like a twig snapping, Xanthous suddenly grinned, his crown turning a pitch black. \n\n**\"Show me some fireworks.\"**\n\nThe energies obeyed his command immediately. They manifested into dragons that weaved up his arm, shooting upt into the night sky. It was quiet... And then the air disappeared. A boom sounded, before being cut off abruptly, the force temporarily destroying the sound barrier. And then an orb of swirling energies appeared, twinkling like a northern star, shining like a torch in the night.\n\nThis would be his beacon. The shades that were on his forehead automatically dropped onto his eyes as he admired his handiwork.\n\nInstead of a black and white light, this sun emmited a warm orange light. A perfect yin and yang orb floating among the stars, moving in tandem with the Granum.\n\nNever had Xanthous looked more like a king in this moment. His contribution to the ritual was complete.\n\nXanthous took another sip. \"I have nothing against most of you. But sometimes, you have to think two steps ahead.\""
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "TSU couldn't really stand her other selves absolutely screaming at her, and just how many voices were here with ideas. Like her selves really wanted to be let out, but really no you aren't gonna TF last time I did you attacked a friend?? And just a moment ago you had me attack them! Like no! \n\nShe put a finger to her temple, and and a pain came to her as she shot a beam into herself, she didn't think about how she might be seen by doing this, her other selves really need to SHUT UP.\n\n\"Finally, less noise...\" She said trying to pay attention to the other deities, her skin repaired itself where it was rended."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "Through the rest of the discussion, Onesifi did not feel any need to interfere: there was little disagreement in this ritual, few opinions clashing against each other - few deities to try to convince and little need to prove their options' superiority to the host of the ritual. Perhaps it was due to the low stakes of the event: most deities were already using their own essence to power the lights in their realms, and the suggestion was merely taking the burden off the deities and putting it on their dear Mother. The completely agnostic proposal, no doubt, only helped the matter.\n\nOne small matter remained: while there were a lot of deities present, Onesifi still noticed the absence of some - Wyrd, Keres, Calena, Suzuhime and Ethros in particular, not to mention the many who had not even attended the Magic Ritual. Perhaps it was not strictly in Onesifi's interest to mention their less fortunate - or less diligent - sibling. However, a reputation was also a source of power - and they had already been cultivating one of benevolence.\n\nAnd so they spoke out, blissfully unaware that their voice became closer to a set of chirps and shrieks than their usual posh inflection, \"Pray, allow me to speak of one final concern. I can agree to every clause proposed in the records made by Her Majesty. A lot of deities have gathered here today - yet more have missed the ritual. I am certain they may have their reasons for doing so - and would therefore be displeased to leave them out of the benefits of the ritual. Therefore, I propose one amendment, similar to a clause included in the Laws of Magic. Namely, to allow the other deities to modify their stars' effects with the support of a deity participating in the current ritual. I hope this will not bring controversy into our meeting, for otherwise, I am ready to begin.\"\n\n_ _\nBut by the time they had finished speaking, some of the deities had already sprung into action - modifying their stars before they had even been set in motion. Considering that any order of things that could have been intended by Majesty was already broken, the deity of ambition saw little reason not to join them. A slow stride back let them have the space for their part - and so they began. A step followed a step as Onesifi began their dance - a much more simple one than one they did during the Magic Ritual. But it did have two things in common: the tempo that they had started with rapidly gained speed, and the divine energy around them clearly reacted to the movement, swirling around them, until, finally, the deity threw their hand up into the sky, pouring the divinity into their star.\n\nFrom now on, Onesifi's star would make mortals swifter when in focus, helping them in their ever-changing paths. Such was their will, undone only through their death."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Xanthous looked over at his sister, a frown on his face. Why would a God willing hurt themselves? He did not know. With a sigh, he patted TSU on the head, wincing at her heat. \"Sister... I don't recommend you do that. Self-damage is not good for any God.\" He took another sip, raising an eyebrow at the spectacle of Onesifi. He looked up at their star, frowning. \n\n\"You like to show off, don't you?\" He said, slowly sipping from his coconut like sweet bourbon. Oddly, it never seemed to run out. Xanthous used his pinky finger to scratch his ear, looking at the other Gods in boredom.\n\n\"Are we done? Can I go, boss lady?\" He sneered at Majesty, smirking as he tried not to laugh at his own joke.\n\nHis star moved in tandem with that, brightening and dimming with his emotions. He let out a small chuckle, allowing himself. \"Just for the record, I think my star is the flashiest.\""
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*The agreements complete, Rav'nixander began to hum and through that hum the world was woven.*\n\n*Those who were paying attention to the smallest viable divine shard would see concepts necessary for the ritual being woven: Lenses to amplify the sky, a gentle light of Inspiration to weave into its own star and because it appeared no other god had taken up the duty, four orbs to act as the compass pointers of the night sky.*\n\n*For the north, Rav'nixander wove a star of ice blue that blinked in visual intensity on and off every alternating second, the Articon so named for the lost realm of his adopted people.\nFor the east, it wove one whose hue shifted from a burnt orange passing through green to a sky blue and back like a pendulum, the Azumcon in tribute to Soldr, Tricitea and Suzuhime.\nFor the south, it wove an orb in a purple-blue that cast a field of darting and short-lived sparks behind itself, like tears or sparkles or insects, this Notocon, he hoped, would be appeasement for some gods who did not come to the ritual.\nAnd for the west, Rav'nixander made a star of red and blue that shone brilliantly against the night sky. This it chose to call the Topothesicon, for it would perhaps point the way to places the god of mortal arts and sciences would one day cherish.*\n\n\"Are these pointer stars. Distinct enough for the purpose. Of wayfinding?\""
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Huh? Oh sorry- sorry-\" TSU said seeming embarrassed though worried, more so for Xanthous though it seemed. \"The voices... They started after Mother screamed... They were really loud, and wouldn't let me focus... Sorry,\" She said, in slow almost like how Melancholia talked, but not nearly as slow. \n\n\"It doesn't really hurt though... I think they were, small?\" Her flesh was still rending itself, but it was nothing like what happened at the upper branches with Edon."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Once Lyndor voiced his support, the deal was as good as done. Majesty accepted his hand with a wordless smile, and through her firm grip the God of Creation would experience an immense flow of sensory input passing from the Archfiend into him. All of a sudden, he could *Feel* Her essence reaching up towards the sky, and the relentless thrust of her steely intent behind it all. The way her power reached outward like countless grasping tendrils, to influence all within their reach and nudge it in line with her own desires.\n\nAt this moment, her desire was mainly to ensure people kept to the stated fucking agreement, which was more than a little difficult when half these children kept tossing around their divine power in attempts at petty insult and overt influence. Nach and Silly would often pull pranks at events like this, but their charming antics never quite crossed the line of disrespect. Xanthous, on the other hand, stumbled over it with boorish abandon, and earned a dismissive eye-roll from Majesty as she pinpointed the flow of his power and wiped out most of his pacifiers before they even materialized. She didn't even bother answering his moronic question about heat: every god in the room with half a brain could tell that his concerns were completely unfounded. *Oh yes, we were just about to set the brightness at such an intensity that everything would light on fire! How wise of you to warn us of our imminent mistake, you absolute imbecile.*\n\n_ _\nTriticea's Granum needed to be steered towards her star, conceptually linked with it to tie their effects together. A nod of agreement to Onesifi indicated her assent, and she sketched out the beginnings of a keyhole in their steadily forming system of stellar movement. More tendrils of awareness probed Rav'nixander's guide-stars for any sign of undue bias or influence. \"These are acceptable,\" She told the tiny crystal, in a firm but distant tone of voice. She still had so much more to focus on: the rate and accuracy of stellar movement, degrees of brightness, checking the stellar lens system and adding her own support to it. All more than she could possibly accomplish on her own, but with luck the other deities would pull their weight. That was largely why she'd shared so much with Lyndor: so long as he knew what she was doing, he could coordinate and work around her without having to worry about stepping on the Archfiend's toes.\n\nOnly once she was sure everything was running more or less smoothly did she finally turn her attention to her own set of stars, three for her demigods and one for herself. A bright golden pinprick for Celestine, a dull blood-red teardrop for the Unyielding and an ominous orange-black cinder to mark the presence of Fiamma. Each one was a spectacular work in and of itself, but all would soon be dwarfed by the fearsome light of Majesty's personal celestial body.\n\n_ _\n**The Demon Star** Manifested itself as a baleful eye in the heavens, an orange-red iris surrounding a slit-like pupil of purest obsidian. A sign to all mortals that she was above them, watching—and that wasn't even getting to the fun part. The Archfiend had already tied her demiplane to the mortal world in the previous ritual, and now she widened that connection by linking its power to her star: so long as its light shone directly on a mortal realm, small numbers of demons would spontaneously manifest there and roam the land in bloodthirsty, hedonistic packs. If the ever-present symbol of the Tyrant didn't put the fear of her into all the worlds, then her hellish servants would likely finish the job."
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "As Majesty focused on her stars, Lyndor's attention was pulled toward his own creations. The celestial canvas beckoned him, and with Majesty's guidance still resonating within him, he felt a newfound confidence in his abilities as a god of creation. He stepped forward, positioning himself in the perfect spot to bring his vision to life.\n\nDrawing upon the essence of his domain, Lyndor's hands glowed with a soft, radiant light. He reached up towards the sky, and with a flourish of his fingers, he began to shape his first star. A brilliant sapphire-blue sphere took form, shimmering with an ethereal glow. This star represented his own domain of creation and was a symbol of the limitless possibilities that lay before all mortals.\n\nWith the first star completed, Lyndor moved on to his second creation. This one was smaller but no less magnificent. It glowed with a warm amber hue, radiating a sense of stability and strength. This star represented the divine connection between the gods and their demigod children, a beacon of guidance and inspiration.\n\nFinally, Lyndor focused his attention on his last star. This one was unique, for it was not a singular point of light but a series of interconnected points, forming a constellation. Lyndor had always been fascinated by constellations, and now he had the opportunity to create one of his own. With careful precision, he shaped the points of light into a majestic stag, its antlers reaching across the heavens.\n\n\"This constellation shall be known as 'The Stag's Embrace,'\" Lyndor announced proudly. \"A symbol of the cycle of life, of growth, and the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. May it inspire mortals to seek understanding and enlightenment in the world around them.\"\n\n\"This constellation shall be known as 'The Stag's Embrace,'\" Lyndor announced proudly. \"A symbol of the cycle of life, of growth, and the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. May it inspire mortals to seek understanding and enlightenment in the world around them.\"\n\nAs he completed his work, the three stars shone brightly in the night sky, adding their brilliance to the celestial tapestry that had been woven by the collective efforts of the gods. Lyndor stepped back, a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction washing over him. He had contributed to something greater than himself, something that would endure for eternity.\n\nHis eyes turned to Majesty, who was now overseeing the final adjustments to the stellar movements. He was grateful for her guidance and support throughout the entire process. Without her, the Starlight Ritual would not have been as successful as it was.\n\n\"Thank you, Majesty,\" Lyndor said sincerely. \"Your collaboration has made this ritual a true masterpiece.\""
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "Whatever was happening, Vaias didn't really care anymore. Really, he agreed with Triticea- this was taking much too long. It didn't matter too much to him, even though he did find himself agreeing with the notion of a single sun and a single moon. It would make for order, a predictable pattern. A pattern that could be known and studied easily- sure, Vaias wouldn't mind having to study an intricate, elaborate pattern, but mortals tended to be less intelligent than his own divine mind.\n\nBut, whatever. If the others preferred their many suns or stars or whatever they were calling it- that was fine. If they were made into patterns, that actually might be even better than having only a single sun. Patterns, even- or especially- ones that shifted, could be mapped out, studied, observed.\n\nVaias read the newly created scroll that Majesty had written. Nodding along, he stepped forward, ready to begin.\n\nAh, but wait. He was only a mere fragment of his full self, at this moment. There were a handful of others scattered around the mortal world, each as powerful as this one. If he tried to participate in the ritual now, it would have no effect- especially not considering how many other deities would likely be giving it their all.\n\nThe god drew most of his being together, though still leaving the smaller fragments to their explorations. He didn't need all of his power for a simple ritual; a bit more than half would be plenty.\n\n**\"I am ready,\"** He finally spoke, stepping toward the center of the open ceiling.\n\nSuddenly, his appearance was no longer a mix between man and owl. Instead, a massive book, taller and thicker than many of the gods, floated just above the ground. The book opened itself, and letters flew off the pages.\n\nThe letters combined into words, words spelled out sentences, sentences formed stories. Before they could be read, they flew up, beginning to shine as they shot up into the night sky.\n\n** **\nThere, they merged with Vaias' star. From this moment onward, any mortal who saw the light of this star would find themselves able to remember more than they had before. Dreams, trivia, facts- they would remember the truth, that which they had already known but which had been lost for one reason or another."
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "Ichtaca finally stood up after watching his siblings commit their power to some form of stellar contribution. He decided that he should probably give his part now.\n\nWith a mere thought, Ichtaca harnessed the power of creation, drawing upon the celestial essence that flowed within himself. Rays of celestial light emanated from his divine form, cascading like a celestial waterfall, and ignited the cosmic dust that permeated the void. From the very fabric of the cosmos, Ichtaca sculpted two stars, each one a unique expression of their divine vision.\n\nAs each star took shape, Ichtaca breathed life into them, bestowing upon them a purpose that transcended the boundaries of the heavens. The stars were not merely beacons of light, but living entities, vessels of divine energy that would inspire, guide, and connect the mortal realms to the mysteries of the cosmos.\n\nWith gentle caresses, Ichtaca named each star, whispering their divine appellations into the vastness of the void. \"Tlanextli,\" As he called one, the radiant star of illumination, was adorned with the essence of wisdom and knowledge, a beacon that would guide mortals towards enlightenment and understanding.\n\n\"Yohua,\" As he called its enigmatic twin, was imbued with the allure of secrets and shadows, a mesmerizing entity that would awaken curiosity and introspection within those who gazed upon its splendor. Together, Tlanextli and Yohua embodied the duality of existence, a celestial dance that mirrored the ebb and flow of life.\n\nAs the twin stars began to orbit across the night sky, their unique power would touch the lives of mortals. Whenever Tlanextli graced the heavens above a realm, a sense of curiosity and enlightenment would awaken within the inhabitants. Scholars would delve into their studies, seeking answers to age-old questions, while artists would draw inspiration from the star's radiance, creating masterpieces that captured the essence of the divine.\n\nConversely, when Yohua took its place in the night sky, mortals would feel an irresistible pull towards introspection and self-reflection. The mysteries of life would call to them, urging them to explore the depths of their emotions and seek the wisdom hidden within the shadows. Those who embraced Yohua's influence found profound transformations and newfound strength within themselves.\nThe twin stars' presence also fostered a unique balance within the mortal realms. The harmony of Tlanextli and Yohua intertwined like an eternal dance, reminding mortals that light could not exist without darkness, and vice versa. The duality they represented became a symbol of the ever-changing nature of existence, a reminder that life's journey was a delicate equilibrium between illumination and mystery.\n\nAfter finishing his creation, Ichtaca returned to his seat, without saying a word. He was proud of his creation, but to anyone else, he would seem indifferent. He was not going to comment, nor express any emotion at the event. He simply returned to his facade of being an enigma, and he would remain there unless something changed."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Their celestial accord was... Acceptable, if not by all then at least by our Nach.*\n\n*There were however a few sour notes, the greatest among which being that the necessary penance wasn't paid in full. But instead these Others relegated the requisitioned auroras as a mere fixture of our Nach's star, and not a fundamental aspect of their celestial canvas. Descending to the depths of Majesty's pocket, which were in truth quite shallow, our Nach may at first appear dejected by this outcome. Obscured within another's pocket, and that fuzzy blanket of hers. But in truth, this outcome yielded spectacular opportunities.* \n\n\"Ehehehehee~!\" *There amidst their cover, a muffled mayhem rustling within.* \"Victory~! Vic-Vic-Victory~!\"\n\n*An incessant chittering crept through the air and whispered such terrible things to that celestial canvas, upon which gods and their divine imagery adorn. They spoke of all the pretty little colours, they spoke of all whimsical wonders, they spoke of what's past, what's present, and what's pending. They spoke of the Nachening, and how deep its roots were embedded! So deep were they, that the heavens were in their grasp. Our Nach's terrible touch was felt upon the fabric of reality once again, and so thus stars quivered.*\n\n*A puncture pierced that stygian sky, where once Ica bloomed another blossoming snowflake took its place. Her star a stark reminder of her father's legacy, an ethereal beauty which shone like a cool winter's night. But Yvera's star was neither dainty decoration or a memorial of a dead god, but a promise of things to come.*\n\n*It's awfully apt that the **Peeper** Should succeed it, a crystalline eye which shone the aurora's pretty little colours, a piece to accompany our Nach's grand nachinations. For now however, it did as promised and manifested bright traversable auroras to dance upon their celestial canvas.*"
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "*Finally.* The negotiations were over. Now came the fun part. Bea began her work, expanding her awareness beyond the base of the World Tree up to the heavens where spheres of light burst into existence as the others formed their creations.\n\nShe did not wish for something bright and intense, though she was still fond of her disco-sun idea. If every star was grand and dominating, then the sky would become tacky with stars all fighting for attention. Bea would go with something subtle, yet hard to ignore once one realizes its presence and the effects it had when in focus.\n\nHer eyes brightened as she wove her divine power into a glimmering star of pastel blues and purples. She had no demigods for which to make extra and for a moment, she wished she had an excuse to continue creating, but her longing passed quickly and she was content to let her star shine alone for the time being.\n\nLike that, the **Mind's Eye** Was brought into existence. It cast a soft, comforting light. And unto those caught in its rays, awareness was granted. A vague awareness of their peers and the emotions that ruled them. And to those empathetic practitioners of Mind Magic, their abilities were boosted and their grip on the innerworkings of their peers intensified."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Though to TSU with all so many siblings around, she really, really wanted to just ask what everyone thought of her now that those bickering selfs were asleep, but maybe now was time to 'showcase' as everyone else is? She thought for a bit, thinking of her sky, the dust that filled it... Oo~ maybe something like that but shiny? Oo~ or maybe something less scattered...\n\nShe manifested in field an array of clustered lights, though first, in the palm of her hand, they were a bit hard to distinguish in sight. As she expanded the light from herself, it came to be something like that of the aurora Nach had suggested, yet also her own. They arranged in a pattern almost that of dust in a pool. They weren't particularly bright, but surely one could see them from afar."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "The Archfiend didn't immediately respond to Onesifi's appeal. Which was strange: she should have been right on top of it, quick to spin it in her favor, immediately taking *Control* Of the situation. Behind her dark glasses, however, her eyes were distant. They started out at nothing at all, or perhaps something none of the other gods could truly see. It took her a moment to snap back to the space around her, and throw a charming smile in Onesifi's direction. \"Oh, go on then. We've already decided on the parameters, and you do seem quite eager.\" Besides, now that all the intensive bargaining and nitty-gritty celestial mechanics were taken care of, why not make this last part of the ritual a little more *Fun?*\n\nShe released Lyndor's hand, and made her way across the floor to Soldr's side. \"In any case, We will be on vocals.\" A microphone had already materialized in her hand, held loosely between her slender blue fingers. Not a *Working* Mic, obviously; her mortals hadn't advanced far enough for that. More of a prop she could sing into while amplifying her voice with divine power alone. Aesthetics mattered, and if this was to be a cosmic dance party, then the singer would need an appropriately otherworldly stage presence.\n\nLight coalesced around her, reflecting the heavens up above, and all of a sudden her outfit was replaced by a ghostly black dress dotted with everyone's stars. The Archfiend cleared her throat, and whispered into her microphone then, her voice echoing out across the hall:\n\n\"Do We have any guitarists in the house? Any keyboard players, perhaps?\""
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "Ichtaca curiously watched Majesty traipse around in all of her eccentricity, waltzing around like she owned the place. He suspected that she probably thought she did, or at least that she eventually would. He rolled his eyes in annoyance when she pulled out her microphone, placing a finger to his ear when her voice boomed across the hall, feigning as though bad feedback were coming from her direction.\n\nHowever, he did reluctantly stand up. With a wave of his hand, shadows rose up from under his seat, curling around his legs, up his torso, then around his shoulders and down his arms. As the shadows pooled there, an elegant, midnight blue acoustic guitar materialized in their place, strapped around his shoulders. He raised his hand and spoke up.\n\n\"Might as well.\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr had been planning to just conjure up a band like in Prototypea, but Majesty seemed to have taken him a little less literally than he meant. Still, it seemed like a lot of fun.\n\n\"Alright, you're on.\" He said. He didn't have a guitar in his culture so no idea what it it was. He could play the lyre, but he also knew what a keyboard was. He held up his hand, and a bolt of red lightning struck down. He caught it in his hand: It was some kind of bizarre fusion between a keyboard and a string instrument. Soldr could play it like it was a lyre, but it'd sound like a keyboard. Hefting the neck, he pressed the keys experimentally, playing a few notes and finding himself satisfied.\n\n\"How about you start us off?\" He asked Majesty with a slight smile."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "\"Don't worry. Xanthous will help.\" Xanthous said, a smirk on his face as the coconut fizzled out of existence. A pair of yin and yang headphones materialized out of nowhere, and suddenly DJ equipment materialized before him. Nothing his mortals could use, anyway.\n\n\"Let's get this party started, boss lady!\" Xanthous said, a wide grin on his face. \"Give me some singing, and I'll start us with a killer beat.\" In all honesty, Xanthous had never expected this turn of events, but at this point, he no longer cared and just went with the flow. \n\nA mic materialized in front of Xanthous as well. For him to beatbox into."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Guitar. Keyboard. An entire DJ setup manifesting out of nowhere. Any instruments they lacked they could just manifest from godly energy, or even weave the sounds directly into the world. What was more, the band seemed to be raring to go, and their open anticipation was enough to make even the Tyrant's cold heart beat just a little fast.\n\n\"So be it,\" She murmured into her mic. And then held one arm aloft and addressed the entire hall:\n\n**\"Are you ready??\"** A booming voice, an open floor. If these deities didn't remember having a dance party before, they were about to experience it now. With the newly blessed stars blazing down like multicolored lights from a disco ball, Majesty tapped her food and led the musicians into the song:\n\n*\"A-one, a-two, a one-two-three-four-\"*\n\nCue the *Real* Music of the spheres."
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "**Ding!**\n\nSilly tapped a triangle, the most noble of instruments. With a sparkle, her own star continued shining in the sky, **Silly**, just like her. Each time one looked, it was a different colour. Sometimes blue, sometimes gold. Even when watching at the same time, no two mortals - or gods - would ever agree. Paintings and other depictions were fallible too, for any representation of her aspect in the heavens shared its quirks. \n\nAn artpiece drawn with her star as orange might soon shift to purple upon any moment. Yet, the colour never changes when one watches... And her star remained constant, never seeming to move... Yet one might be certain her star was just half a degree to the left some moments before, or a tad to the right.\n\n\"But guuuysss! What about all the pretty pictures in the sky? We could make little constellations and pictures together~! Oooh- what about if we want to work together with friends, we can boost our stars so our little people can look up at them and smile at the star-drawing! Ooooh- and when people are born what if they get blessed by one of the stars they're under!\"\n\nSilly rambled on, then paused, tapping her chin. \"Wait, did you guys already do that, I zoned out. I was thinking about ~~Larry's biceps~~ me things, like candy and clowns.\" Bouncing up and weaving her way between the gods, she twirled. \"Oh wait-wait- we're dancing! Should I repeat this louder? Oh, I could sing it-!\"\n\n\"Ooooooooh~ Guys~! What about all the pretty pictures in the skyyyyyy~s!\" As usual, there was no stopping her."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"This is a stupid waste of time.\" Triticea groused. What even was the point of something like this without an audience? The way it stood right now, this inane dance party was... Purposeless. As she watched the others indulge in this pointless endeavour, though, she let out a sigh. They had not yet contributed enough to do their part in the ritual, and if they wanted to add this... This *Unneeded* Music to the ritual... Well, as long as they got it done. Bratty as she was, Pueri wasn't stupid. She knew that the benefits of this 'sun' project outweighed the extra effort wasted on this bootless errand. If it meant that the suns would be made, she might as well contribute to this dumb band idea.\n\nBut what instrument to play... Bah, there was no time to waste on useless stuff like that. She thought back to one of the oddities that one of her daughters had brought back, summoning a replica of it in front of her now. A set of drums appeared in front of her as she summoned a pair of gnarled sticks into her hands to act as drumsticks. She let out a long-suffering sigh, looking more like the Genetrix in this moment than any time before. \"Let's get this over with.\"\n\nOne might not expect a goddess of agriculture and the harvest to be good on the drums. Triticea was good on the drums. It was more second nature than anything, the natural skill with mortal tools that she had been granted by Gaia as a god of civilisation. The drums were primitive of course, given that they had been technology brought back to the Valley from a foreign land, but they were just as effective as modern drums. She started with a relatively simple beat, tapping the animal hide head of the drum lightly to get the rhythm going."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*A strum, a beat, a groove, a booming voice, a tapping of feet, an electrifying spirit in the air!*\n\n*Nestled there within Majesty's pocket, that strange conniving creature begun to stir. It were small though, subtle even, a strum of hair or a beating arrhythmic heart. But that were before a ghastly groove overcame her, and a crackling cackle thrummed through Yggdrasil's base. Now she were in a booming motion, an ecstatic tapping of feet, and now the earth trembled... That electrified spirit had overcome our Nach, and spurred upon the gods an abrupt explosion of energy emerging straight outta Majesty's pocket!*\n\n\"***HYYYYAAAAAAAA~!***\" *Cried that wretched thing, blasting through the ceiling, as all in her wake felt that electrifying current. Our Nach's cries echoed through disparate realms, and she ping ponged off Yggdrasil's branches several times over before crashing down through that makeshift roof again.* \"***AAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHHHYAAAA~!***\" *Miraculously though, our Nach's impact hadn't shattered the floor but instead bestowed upon it a bright splotch of colour. And after ricocheting off the wall, another vivid splotch of colour was made. One by one in rapid succession, the gods soon had a dance floor!*\n\n*Complete with changing colours! Seeing as how fast our Nach ricochet off surfaces, a breakneck speed that by ignoring all laws of physics wasn't tearing this place apart or shattering that pesky sound barrier.*\n\n\"***AwaawAaAWwAAAaaaWwwWWaaaaaWwWWaAAaaaaAaWWAAAAWAAAaaaaawWaaaWWWWaaaaaa~!?***\" *But our Nach wasn't just rocketing here and there, no, no far from it! And because she were in the company of gods they could see that chaotic creature in action! She was... BREAKING IT DOWN!?* \"***DansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansu.***\""
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "A dance party? Oh, how delightful. Fun for fun's sake was time well spent! Guitars and dancefloors and singing and *Entertainment!* Bea grinned and snapped her fingers. What fun was a party without dressing up? Her cloak shrank until hung loosely over her shoulders in the form of a feather boa. A bright pink tutu manifested itself on her waist and a little costume tiara rested comfortably on her head. Even her signature mask was suddenly covered in glitter.\n\nTo the side of the dancefloor, two plastic tables appeared in a puff of pink smoke, one long and one short. On the long one, an array of snacks were laid out for the taking- cupcakes, candy, fruit, and various beverages. The short table was stacked high with all sorts of wonderful props. Glitter-coated hats and ridiculous sunglasses seemed to be the props of choice, but a few feather boas and eccentric jewelry pieces were scattered throughout the pile.\n\nHer contribution complete, Bea took to the dance floor, dancing in an appropriately chaotic and ridiculous way for the young goddess of childhood. With her eyes shining bright and a big grin plastered on her face, she was clearly having fun."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "With such clear head so many thing TSU now thought of doing... Like participating in this... Culture share? But whatever culture does she even have bot her poetry and pottery... Maybe her hunting lessons? No... Somehow those didn't seem right... Oooo the Shadows gooey movements? But siblings aren't being gooey... It's different than gooey... Maybe should make sounds unique to her realm? It seemed that be what others are doing? Hmm but what kind of sounds... So many to try~\n\nShe manifested nearby here, as it seems it was some thing necessary for the act in observing her siblings, a pottery she liked from one of her Dolls. Of course she didn't nab it away from them, she just replicated it. I had flower like symbols all around it... \n\nOoo~ maybe she she make a language for them? But no... That would limit them... But they'd like it too aughhgh~ \n\nFrom the pot came to a soft yet hard whistle, like that of almost a harmonica and flute combined. It was unique surly, but yet didn't sound awful either."
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*\"Ah? We're still continuing?\"* Vaias mumbled. He'd thought, at first, that the amplification of the stars would have been the last part. His own **Spark of the Past** Shone brightly in the skies, but it seemed that there was still something to do.\n\nThough, Vaias had never danced before. He didn't think he'd be very good at it, even if he would try his best to go along with the rest of them.\n\n...Oh, what did it even matter. He'd just do whatever the others seemed to be doing. Ironically as it was, they knew what they were doing quite well, whereas the Lord of Truth had simply been ambling behind them for this whole ritual. He'd learn in time, but today was not the day when he would know exactly what was going on."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Xanthous slipped on his shades and got to work.\n\nThe first thing was finding a beat that went with the flow of Majesty's song. It wasn't too hard, he simply had to imagine it and the sound would simply come to life. The DJ set was just a cosmetic, Xanthous just summoned it because it appeared fancy. Bobbing his head to Majesty's song, Xanthous somehow made touching random buttons and levers look like he knew what he was doing. Being a divine DJ was rather easy- perhaps he should be called a God of Music.\n\nHis musings were cut short when the other gods started their own additions to the dance. As his star shone bright, Xanthous frowned. He adjusted the music again, so it would expertly weave and perfectly fit every God, amplifying whatever they did to make it better. His eyes found Vaias, who, Xanthous thought, seemed too scholarly for dancing. \"Brother Vaias,\" Xanthous called, slipping on one of his headphones, \"Too uptight to dance?\" He teased, a smirk on his face. This was a Xanthous many had not seen, a carefree Xanthous.\n\nThe young God could get used to this. \n\nAlmost.\n\nHe still had his goal in mind."
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "As Ichtaca stood there, absentmindedly strumming a guitar and watching the revelry of his fellow gods, he rolled his eyes at one goddess in particular— Silly. She was just so... Well, silly. Almost childish. He thought, \"How could a supreme being be so... Immature?\"\n\nBut as she tapped her noble triangle and placed her star in the sky, equally erratic as her, he continued to watch her in curiosity. There was just something about her, like she was hiding something, a wisdom behind her asinine facade. He suspected he was right when she then suggested creating drawings— constellations— and having people be blessed by the stars they're born under. This was truly a brilliant idea, and he found it to be something that he wanted to do himself. Maybe she wasn't as Silly as she let on.\n\nBut then she kept talking, and repeated herself. \"How strange,\" He thought, \"How strange indeed.\"\n\nRegardless, he was keen towards this idea of constellations, so he would keep it in mind. He was going to bring it up following this party. But for now, he wanted to set the stars into motion, so as he played his guitar, he looked up at his stars, Yohua and Tlanextli, and blessed them so that they would move as the gods in the dance party were, constantly waltzing across the sky, in a cyclical pattern in tune with the passing of the seasons."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "The show carried on. Music, dancing, and all manner of godly joy all through the night... Was this the first true night, now that universal days had been born? Or had creation up to this point been nothing but an eternal night, to be ended only by the coming dawn.\n\nRegardless, at some point in that long stretch of merriment the Archfiend's voice quietened, and she turned her gaze up towards the stars. **\"Look,\"** She said, and the word swept through the room like a breeze, and quieted the sounds of music wherever it was heard. Some might continue to play and frolic, but all she needed was their attention, to draw their eyes towards her outstretched hand and the heavenly view that their ritual had now fully reshaped.\n\nThe Celestial Lens was moving into place, and all those stars they had altered with their will and imagination had begun to brighten. Magnified, more powerful, enough to drown out even the dark of the endless void. Rather than a single blazing orb, over a dozen miniature suns all lit the sky at once in a multitude of colors: some flashed and shifted, others danced around each other in strange arrangements, and still others shone unwavering down upon the world. Their exact positions and relative brightness would differ depending on the date and one's position relative to Yggdrasil, but henceforth this new form of daylight would reach all the way from the vast leaves above to the furthest reaches of Gaia's roots, and even beyond.\n\nFor better or worse, their work was done, and the world forever changed.\n\n\"Well done, everyone.\" The Archfiend's wide eyes were fixed on the sky, and for once her voice was oddly soft. \"We cannot truly claim to speak for our ancient progenitor, but... We believe that even Gaia would be proud of this result.\""
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "Ichtaca stood silently as he watched Majesty bask in the glory of their collective creation, and took in everything she said. He was surprised that she was willing to praise the others for their work, but he took the compliment — with a grain of salt — but he took the compliment nonetheless.\n\nThen, a letter appeared. An invitation, it seemed. He raised an eyebrow as he read the elegantly written text:\n*\"You are cordially invited to a meeting between the gods of the western realms.\"* Below the main text there were two boxes, one for yes, and one for no. Ichtaca contemplated whether or not to accept, but figured he might as well. What could go wrong, right?\n\nHe pulled a feather from the piece of armor garmenting his shoulder and placed the tip of the quill on his tongue, before promptly checking the \"Yes\" Box. In the blink of an eye, the invitation disintegrated into a handful of ashes and a beacon, visible only to him, ascended from the void to the west of the tree straight into the sky. He turned towards it, and sunk into the shadows. His disappearance was likely to be confusing to the others, as one second he was there, and then the next he was gone, a part of the assembly of shadows previously surrounding him.\n\nIn any case, he was gone in the blink of an eye, and with his contribution having been made, he had ended his participation in the ritual, following Majesty deeming it to be concluded. He didn't necessarily want it to appear as though he was following her lead, but to anyone else in the room, that's probably what it looked like."
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"author": "blackgriffin23",
"message": "The ritual now complete, Onesifi allowed themself a little bit of respite. The dance and the launch of the stars' movement did, after all, take some of their essence as well; now, they watched blissfully, almost oblivious to their environment, at the lens rushing around Gaia, bringing light to every realm out there. Their smile still wider than they used to, unchanged since their part in the ritual, they seconded Majesty's words \"Indeed, we have done very well this day. The realms shall thank us for this grand change; I know it for certain\". And even greater than the sense of accomplishment that permeated every inch of their body was the lack of any foreboding feeling, one similar to that which everyone felt at the end of the Magic Ritual. For once, they were relaxed.\n\nBut it was a feeling that did not last long. After all, mere moments after the completion of the ritual, their ears received a message, one similar to that which had awoken them in the first place.\n\n*\"Low emittance form. Wander to hall. Do not invoke names.\"*\n\nDespite the related way of deliverance of the message, Onesifi was even more intrigued by this one. It was cryptic - way too cryptic for something inconsequential. Moreover, the style of this message was far too familiar to Onesifi; there was only one deity they knew who talked in these short, abrupt, technical sentences.\n\nAnd if Rav'Nixander was calling everyone, it was bound to be important.\n\nThey quickly stood up - not too sharply, just in case it was not a message for everyone - and bowed to the gathering. \"Alas, I believe something has come up for me - something that needs to be addressed now. I shall now depart - and I wish luck upon all of you.\"\n\nThe quick farewell said, they disappeared in a single moment, leaving the hall with one deity less."
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"author": "djhonore",
"message": "*On the way back to the Land of Joy, Aarus bear hugs Gaia herself because reasons*"
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "*Again, I am back here... Again* Diova groaned as she slapped her hand against Gaia's trunk. It seemed she'd been visiting her mother more and more these days. The last time she was here she had merely greeted a new Deity. A new sibling. The Goddess took a seat and placed her back against the cool bark, letting out a small sigh. \n\nSilence.\n\nThat's all there seemed to be, silence. In her realm, in her mind. Even outside her realm! \"I need to get out more-\" She mumbled to herself. She had very little knowledge of her other fellow divine beings, what they were up to, and what impact they had made in this world. \n\nDiova looked down towards her pale hands and clenched them, then let go. Bumping the back of her head gently against the trunk, her flower head peice bouncing each time letting a petal slowly fall. \n\nShe was bored! Bored of isolating herself from other Gods, bored of being huddled up in her realm working on who knows what. There was something missing, but she didn't know what. \n\n...\n\nWhy was that crossing her mind again now? *Surtr?* She frowned slightly recalling the cocky Demigod, the only lesser being who was able to make Diova open up and... Caused her so much pain she shoved it all into a demigod. She groaned and gently smacked her hand on her forehead running it down her face and stretching it before she kept her palm above her mouth. She let it drop to the side and allowed her mind to wander a bit more, what she experienced with Surtr was nothing but some sort of *Awakining*. A realization is you will, the realization that Diova could experience *Love*. The word made her recoil a little, her face scrunching up as her mind was then filled with cliche romance tropes and scenarios. She could never picture herself in such situations, it was only recently that Diova was even aware that she could experience affection. It was ironic. She'd always been the playful type, she enjoyed being touchy and teasing others. *Well that's not exactly affection I guess..* She chuckled, recalling moments she'd pester either Pureman or her own demigods. Though she coudlnt help but feel guilty, guilty that- she'd never truly expressed proper affection. Being vague and crude was always her preferred method when it came to talking or even acknowledging her feelings. \n\nVulnerability, love, affection. She hated it all, it was weakness disguised behind simple pleasantries. Perhaps that's why she never sought after it, she had no desire or want for *That*.\n\n\"Blegh...\" She stuck her tongue out in slight disgust. The Goddess then pouted and thought back to other times where the feeling had been present. *There was her* Abrielle. The name sent shivers through Diovas back, it'd been some time since she'd last seen the smaller Goddess. \n\n*Something told her she wouldn't be seeing her again anytime soon.*\n\nWas that just her luck then? Could she never be able to bond with someone in such a manner again? Then again, it's not like there were many interesting Dietys to begin with. Most of them were rather... Boring. \n\nNo one could really catch her eye."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "The void ritual had been completed. Mr Bones didn't know if gods could die of old age, but if they could the stress had probably shortened his lifespan by a couple centuries. But it all worked out in the end. Mr Bones' mortals were now capable of traversing into the void- as was all other sentient life. To make things even better, Majesty was dead and Edon appeared to be dying. Things just seemed to work out for the skeleton. Well- all things except one. Allies and to a somewhat more frustrating extent, friends. Mr Bones had met countless gods in his lifetime, most of them were either dead or had disappeared long ago. It wasn't the worst position to be in admittedly, but certainly wasn't enviable. There were two solutions available to the skeletal god; he could always shut himself in from the rest of the tree and merely look after his own mortals. But he had already tried that. It led to gods going beyond their station, meddling in the fabric of reality for their own gain. The other option was trying to meet *Every* God. Eventually, the skeleton would find enough like minded gods that weren't likely to die any time soon. He didn't have any reason yet, but he didn't need one. Socialising could very well be the motive and the method. Anyone who disagreed was probably just a simple minded fool.\n\nA fragment of Mr Bones tore itself out and ascended the tree. New gods always proved frustratingly unreliable, too readily sacrificing themselves to The Unending before their time. Old gods were annoying for other reasons. Always hard to track down, normally difficult to deal with. \n\nHm.\n\nMaybe it was just that the vast majority of deities were difficult to deal with. There were the occasional genuinely good gods- deities that Mr Bones cherished his time with, but they were rare and far between. And most were gone. Too many. At this point, the skeleton was willing to converse with just about any god. Any deity would catch his eye socket. But only a few would keep his attention. There was a damn near infinite supply of deities, Mr Bones wasn't going to get bogged down entertaining ideas of laying claim to the tree or killing every other god. He reached the base of Gaia and immediately stumbled upon a new god. \n\nSmall (not presenting herself as intimidating, likely not a conflict related domain though it could be an act). No clothes (not that Mr Bones could comment). Primarily white (peace? Serenity? Purity? Innocence?) that had red peeking through it (hidden other side of personality, possibly violent?). Plain skeleton, but that didn't show anything. Mr Bones hovered up and down until he was more or less level with Diova, before moving towards her. The skeleton leaned down ever so slightly. More than enough to show respect, but not enough to *Loom*. \n\n\"Hello there, I don't believe we've met. I am Mr Bones, god of the dead, undead and dying. Who might you be?\""
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "\"Ah, hel-\" \n*What?* \nDiova looked up to see a... A skeleton? A human skeleton? She blinked rapidly a few times then looked to her side, then back up again to still find a mere... Skeloton. Flustered she stayed sitting, an awkward grin appearing on her face. She'd never been caught so off guard by another deities appearance. Of course, she didn't mean that in a bad way, most gods just seemed to look more human, those who wanted to be unique sometimes resembled animals or were just in fact animals. She supposed Mr. Bones was also human, in some sense anyway. His voice was also \n\nShe found his sudden appearance quite coincidental considering she was just moping at the fact that there were no interesting Deitys. Her eyes trailed up towards the top of his skull and then down to the end of his rib cage, stopping herself from looking further down. She had no idea why, but she felt like she was staring too much- he looked so exposed. In a literal sense. Though Diova couldn't exactly say much herself, looking down towards her own exposed body that was only covered by a few strands of hair, she was basically labeled as a nudist at this point. \n\nWouldn't that make her vulnerable in some sense as well?\n\nThat word had come up again, sneaking into her mind and never leaving. Reminding her of the constant irony her entire demeanor held. She hated the idea of being emotionally vulnerable, yet here she stood, nude of all things. Exposed in a sense, *They're two different things!* She told herself.\n\n**Are they though?**\n\n The feelings towards the fellow God quickly subsided as she now noticed a few similarities between them. They were both exposed in some nature, that being the biggest similarity. She flashed him a small smile and patted a place near her, signaling him to come and sit. She wouldn't mind some small talk, especially with someone so *Unique*. She found him oddly alluring as well, wanting to get up and begin observing him more. The urge to just run her hands along his skeletal structure was strong, and knowing her behavior she'd be doing it now. But she kept her hands to herself, for some reason she wanted to genuinely chat with the God. Make a good first impression and what not. \n\n\"Allow me to properly introduce myself, I'm Diova. Goddess of Creativity, mainly of the arts, and Destruction of the mind.\"\n\nShe stated, a bit more confidence in her voice than the last time she had to announce her title. It'd been in the very same spot as well, this place had begun to hold a lot of memories now."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Kurumi looked at the odd Goddess in front of her, a member of the divine that radiated the aura of impossible heights and cold peaks. However, just as Kurumi started to delicately sit on air, an old, brown piece of paper materialized in front of her. It held the stamp of Xanthous, and radiated the aura of the ancients. The scroll displayed its contents to Kurumi, who read the message worriedly.\n\nOh dear. It seemed as if she was quite late. The message soon dematerialized again, leaving Kurumi with her troubled thoughts. \"I am terribly sorry, Aunt. It seems that I cannot stay for tea...\" Kurumi said. \"There is a ball tonight, involving those of the divine, and my father has seen it fit for me to join him. Again, I am terribly sorry, but perhaps you could join me...?\" Kurumi said, creating a small portal the size of her arm. The portal led to her father's demiplane. She stuck her hand inside and withdrew a letter, this one made on much cleaner paper.\n\n\"You are invited as well.\" Kurumi said, the letter slowly floating over to Calena. \"Now, I must go. I am Kurumi, by the way. May I know your name, Aunt...?\" Kurumi asked with a bow."
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Calena plucked the letter out of the air and skimmed it. She had not yet met Amythyst, but she was not eager to join another gathering of Gaia's children, as the existence of herself and siblings was threatened at the last one.\n\n\"Pleased to meet you, Kurumi. I am Calena. And thank you for sharing the invitation, but I will be passing on attending tonight. But know that you are welcome in the Silver Highlands at any time, and do feel free to stop by for tea. That invitation extends to your father, my brother, as well. I won't keep you here, but it was wonderful to meet you today.\"\n\nShe folded up the letter and tucked it into her shawl. Calena found a paper cup in her satchel and poured some of the tea into it. \"And feel free to take some tea for the road, it's a specialty blend I gathered from the Primeval Mists, the land of Wyrd. It will bring you some peace and tranquility. It *Should* Taste like lavender and a peaceful memory. However, do let me know if the flavor profile can be improved, as my first batches tasted like mint and embarrassment.\" She floated the cup over to Kurumi. \"But yes, I will not keep you from the festivities. Send my regards to my siblings, and I hope you have a wonderful time!\""
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "\"Thank you, Aunt Calena.\" Kurumi said with a slight smile, catching the cup with ease. She very much understood Calena's desire not to go, as she had just woke up. It was alright, as Kurumi would visit the Silver Highlands and get to know her Aunt better. However, Kurumi was still in a hurry.\n\n\"I will definitely drink this.\" Kurumi snapped her fingers, and reality tore as a portal materialized in front of her, leading to the demiplane of Xanthous. \"I shall tell the divinities of your name. Goodbye, Aunt.\" Kurumi did a final bow before she walked through the portal elegantly. The portal closed behind her without much fuss, leaving Calena alone in the void. A point in space, caressed by the trunk of Gaia. \n\n\n\n``` End of rp ```"
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "Calena sat for a while at the base of Gaia, sipping her tea and trying to piece together the timeline. Hours? Months? \n\n... Years?\n\nShe placed a hand on the trunk of the behemoth tree and meditated. \n\n\"Mother, how long has it been?\"\n\nFlashes of time passing, of the Unending falling. New children of Gaia being born, dying, chaos and order, realms growing and imploding. Of battles, betrayals, alliances, and time, time, *Time* Always passing. It had been years, just over a decade since Calena had disappeared in the Highlands. Yet somehow, *For some reason*, Gaia had kept her safe. \n\nPulling back from the tree, Calena blinked as the vision faded. \n\n\"What does this mean?\" She whispered. But like always, the tree stood silent. \n\nRealizing her questions would not be answered today, Calena sighed and packed up her things. Time to head home and see what had become of her realm."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones continued to ascend up through the void, eventually reaching an area of the tree that he had not yet spent much time in. It was similar to the branches where he had been born. However this area was quieter, more open. It may have just been all the gods being summoned at once in the upper branches, but the limbs closer to the base of the tree seemed almost serene. One could watch the stars twinkle in the void of space, waiting for new gods to arrive. The skeletal god was, surprisingly, tired. Creating the foundations of a new civilisation was a lot of work and now, he just wanted to sit down and *Think*."
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Luella didn't know what caused the split, but it happened! Now separated as two bodies, she decided to let herself enjoy the sleep and walk around. Maybe meet new people. Leaving the upper branches, she descended lower in hopes that there'd be new people. She paused as she saw a figure and continued walking. Her movements slowed down as she took in more of his appearance. Hm, odd. Bones! Lulu wasn't expecting that. Deciding to be friendly, the deity put on her friendliest smile and waved over. \"Hello!\" She called, hoping she was close enough to be in a hearing distance. Lulu continued walking over, excited to meet a new friend. \"Hi.\" She smiled again, repeating her greeting as she was positive that she was in hearing distance. Lulu stopped and stood next to him, hands behind her back and looking at the skeleton deity."
},
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones was a little bit saddened by the new arrival. It was a shame for his moment of peace to be ruined, but he had returned to the tree in order to meet fellow gods and it would be terribly rude to ignore someone. He stood up and turned around to face the new god. Hm, this god was certainly different from Nineveh. For one thing, they were a female. Mr Bones wasn't even sure if he had seen this god when he first emerged. In terms of skeletal structure she was a rather immaculate specimen, perfect to the point of nearly being boring. But it was always pleasing to see such wonderful bone structure. \"Hello. I don't believe I've seen you before. What's your name?\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Luella wondered if she had seen him before or not, but she couldn't say for sure. \"I don't think so either. I'm Luella. But you can just call me Lulu.\" She hummed. \"What's yours?\" Lulu tilted her head slightly, in a questioning manner. So far, the only names she knew were Ayame and Vivienne. She had Vivi for Vivienne, but she could make a nickname for the former. Lulu couldn't see anything out of Ayame, though unfortunately. Ooh, maybe she and this other god could be friends too! The friendship deity smiled a little more at the thought. She'd have to make lots of friendship bracelets. Maybe make them so they could talk to each other through them! Could she make that? Lulu wasn't sure. She wanted to try, though. That'd be nice."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones nodded slightly, definitely a new name. Definitely not someone he had seen before. \"I am Mr Bones, the god of the dead. I want to guess yours is a bit more positive but I can't quite place my finger on it.\" Now that he had time to have a better look at Luella/Lulu, he had time to judge her. She was definitely more lively than the corpses he was used to working with, in more ways than one. He leaned in slightly, craning neck to take in every angle of Luella's frame. Mr Bones leaned back, paused and awkwardly looked away. \"I am, hm, sorry about that. Force of habit I suppose.\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "\"Oh.\" God of the dead. Not God of Death, though. So, he'd just work with the dead and not make the dead she guessed. Didn't sound that fun, though. It'd probably make her sad all the time. Feel bad. \"Oh, mine is like - friendship! Companionship! Camaraderie. Y'know, when people make a platonic bond.\" Lulu smiled again and had her own pause as he seemed to inspect her. \"Oh, it's ok. I just wasn't expecting it.\" Luella shrugged. \"What were you inspecting me for?\" The deity asked another question, tilting her head again in the same mannerisms as before."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"Friendship, companionship, yes I see. Very interesting.\" Mr Bones idly tapped his fingers on his thigh bones, thinking of a way to make his actions slightly less invasive than they were. \"I was merely observing your bones. I am glad that you did not find it invasive. I am aware that it can be a bit... Strange. Your bones are quite good. You should be proud of them.\" Probably not that successful, hopefully it wouldn't matter, Luella seemed like quite the forgiving type. \"Anyway, what brings you here? Seeking to make new friends, companions, comrades and platonic bonds?\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "\"Oh.\" Lulu paused and looked down at herself. \"You can see bones through skin?\" She sounded genuinely confused. Did he have some sort of X-Ray vision? Only see people as skeletons? Or was it just a sense? Like, he could feel it. In his bones. \"Oh, well, at first I was up up there,\" Lulu began, looking up as well as pointing in the directions of the upper branches before she looked back at Mr Bones. \"And I met these two really cool gods Ayame and Vivienne, but she lets me call her Vivi.\" Lulu smiled and continued. \"And right now, we're actually all in this dream because Vivi is a god of dreams, and I think Ayame is just a god of comfort she's really nice to be around, but she'd be nice to be around even without that added bit - and I guess I just split into two and came down here. I wanna meet more people. Make new friends, companions, comrades, and platonic bonds.\" Luella laughed at the end of her mini speech. \"What about you? Why are you down here?\""
},
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bone shrugged, there wasn't really any full explanation that he could give. He simply was able to sense bones. Looking at them through flesh was difficult, but it was possible. Especially in areas where skin was already stretched thin against bone, like the skull and shins. \"I can sort of sense skeletons. I can't quite grasp a full picture with meat in the way, but I can see enough.\" Mr Bones looked up as Luella pointed, she seemed to be indicated the same place he came from. \"Hm, I came from the same place as you. Well not just now, I have just come back from creating my lands. As we talk a fragment of my consciousness is watching my sentients, observing their choices. It is quite interesting to say the least.\" \nHe looked back down at Luella.\n\"Ayame and Vivienne? I haven't met them. The only other god I have talked to besides you is a god of wolves- Nineveh. He seemed to have a large focus on packs, I think you would get along with him quite well. A god of comfort is interesting, I wonder how they would go about furthering that domain? As for me, I was merely looking for new gods to talk to. I feel like I need to meet as many gods as possible. I seems proper, at least.\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "\"Oh, I guess that makes sense. You're a skeleton yourself. Just without any meat.\" She hummed. She paused as he talked again, and her face lit up. \"You already have your own land?? That's so cool! What's it like? How hard is it? I want to make my own things but right now I'm preoccupied.\" She laughed a little near the end, rubbing the back of her neck. She knew she could split her consciousness again and try to set out on that daunting task, but there was a strange underlying guilt that she wasn't giving the two girls back over in the dream realm her full attention anymore - and wasn't giving him full attention as well. Just splitting it. \n\n\"Oh, Ayame and Vivienne are cool. I love them.\" Lulu smiled again. \"I haven't met Nineveh, but I'd be happy to meet him. Do you think he's busy right now? I want to meet as many gods too. Make friends.\" She shrugged, before her eyes lit up and she looked back over at him. \"Do you wanna be friends?\" Maybe she could time herself one day on how many acquaintances she could turn into friends, but right now she was sitting at a solid 3 for the day."
},
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones thought on the matter of creation. It wasn't especially difficult but it was draining. \"It's an interesting experience to make land, and sentients to along with it. I wouldn't necessarily call it a difficult thing to do, but it's hard in other ways. In my experience at least, it seemed to drain me physically. Nothing you won't quickly bounce back from but the first time is... Unsettling to say the least. I couldn't say where Nineveh is, we parted ways after out first meeting and I have not seen him since. But there isn't much around here, not yet at least. I'm sure you could find him if you put some work into it. As for us?\" \nHe paused, thinking over the matter.\nLuella seemed like a very nice, polite god. It would be very rude to say no to being friends with her. And what was the harm in it anyway.\n\"Sure, I suppose that we can be friends. Would you like to see my land?\""
},
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Hearing his words was comforting. She really did want to start getting to work. She had a few ideas, as well! It seemed fun. The draining part not so much, but she could put up with it. Maybe she could make little things of fluff with legs, and they could just roll around and they'd be silly like that. At his acceptance in being her friend, she smiled happily again and practically beamed. \"Oh, yes. I'd love to see.\" She wanted to see how he did his. Maybe borrow some inspiration before adding her own creative spark to it. She wanted it to be colorful, but not too vibrant that your eyes melted. Maybe lighter colors, with flowers and fruits that wouldn't turn into Gods of course and streams and, and, and, she was getting ahead of herself. But maybe she could just have an idea board and throw a dart at it and do whatever it landed on."
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"Come with me then. My lands are just overrrrrr... *Here*. You'll need to, mm, you'll need to jump though. Come along now.\" Mr Bones said, falling off the edge of the closest branch, heading down towards"
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"author": "cuttlefishck",
"message": "Clambering around again . She found herself at the lower branches... She should be more used to this bye now... She has been clambering around for days nothing to eat and nothing to drink. And yet she is only a little fatigued. Is that a problem? She sat down on one of the branches, whistling to herself as she twiddled her fingers and whistled softly. She hasn't found anyone yet, was she alone in this world... Was this hell? A small red tear runs down her face , welling and dropping into her cupped hands. The tear split and vibrated into two almost like mitosis before parting in her fingers , again and again. She grew startled bye this and opened her fingers, where these dripped put her hand. She stood up, anxious and panicked... Who was she?"
},
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"author": "The Unending",
"message": "One god down, and uncountable more to go. Satisfied with its divine meal, the beast stalked along the branches of the world tree, its skeletal visage almost seeming to *Smile* As its unseeing gaze passed from realm to realm. Its clawed fingers flexed, scouring rotten divots in the bark beneath it, which would patch themselves up just as fast. A symbol of its actions so far. An omen of what was to come. Endless. Eternal. Unceasing. Until the day It was free. One way, or another.\n\n*The void trembled. The scent of blood blew in on a nonexistent wind.* Its head creaked skyward, empty eyes seeing all and nothing at the same time. *Another deity. Uncertain. Incomplete.* An isolated fruit of Gaia, newly born and ripe for the picking. A thrill crawled over its unending soul, an itch like a thousand ants scurrying through its being. *One god down, and another soon to follow.* With a ghostly sigh, its body scattered into ash, blowing away on a rancid breeze. \n\nAnd it truly was not long at all before it found her. Compared to It, she was tiny. But a small mouse caught in the gaze of an owl. Helpless. Unaware. Without even the knowledge to know that it was doomed. From her myriad eyes, a divine blood dripped, pooling in her hands and spilling away into the void. The aroma that had wafted over. Not a wound, but neither was it a sign of *Completion.* \n\nThe beast *Manifested.* First with the overwhelming scent of *Rot.* Death and decay suffusing the world. Then came the pressure. Emotion. Hate, ancient and unfathomable, and glee, overwhelming and unnerving. Finally, *Came being.* Wood and bark tore from the bough of Gaia they found themselves on, replaced just as quickly, but nevertheless growing, swirling, *Coalescing* Until the Unending stood there in all its might, hateful gaze centered square on the tiny deity before it.\n\n*... I have always... Wondered...* Its horrible voice came in the splintering of wood, and the splashing of blood. *... Fear deity... Who knows not... Of their own power...* The beast tread ever and ever closer, yet its voice did not, whispering as though the air itself were speaking. *... Do you too feel... Fear..?*"
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"author": "cuttlefishck",
"message": "\"... Yes I do... I am fearful every second , I am always one step from madness, one bad thought away from falling into the void. You cannot fathom the darkness of my mind.\nAnd what do you mean diety????\"\n\nTo be Fair the smell of rot , almost made her gag, but it was more with releif then fear... It was comforting? Almost a reflection of her liquid self, of her uncompleted and broken form. Rehabaku didn't even turn around , the eyes on her hair staring intently at the wood at the bark , as she slowly picked apart at one of her hairs. Her eyes dripping red blood, that once they hit her palms , increased exponentially in mass. Her eyes were wild, but tired, lethargic but erratic at the same time. Her form sat down ... \n\n\"What are you thing that comes from the bark? Have you come to take my soul? Are you from the fruits of the tree too? What am I? What are you? Sit and talk to me will you\""
},
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"author": "The Unending",
"message": "A stiff silence fell between the pair. A supernatural kind of silence that snuffed out any sound that was happening, and any sound that would. Even the dripping of blood and the creaking of wood had ceased as the aspect of rot itself stared down at her with empty, loathsome eyes. Then, the beast *Jerked,* Head lowering, limbs bending, squatting down in its four-legged gait like a marionette guided by an unfamiliar hand. Its massive deer head stopped mere inches from the many-eyed deity's head. Had the beast any breath, it would have blown against Nehebkau.\n\n*... I knew you were... Young... As far as... Gaia's children... Went...* The wood that made up its body slowly eroded away, returning to dirt as all things did. Still, its form did not waver. *... Yet... I had not expected... A child...* Another who thought themselves more than they were. One under the impression others couldn't possibly understand. A juvenile kind of arrogance that somehow still made that spiteful ember in its heart flare. The spark that reignited the blaze. *... Very well...* Yet despite the wildfire burning inside of it, the beast sat placidly. So still one could mistake it for something inanimate amidst the animate. *... As I am feeling... **Generous...** I shall... Entertain you... Consider this... Your last rites...* The air itself seemed to heave with a sigh. A tangible exhaustion hanging over the air. The exhaustion of a creature, older than ancient, letting itself, for just a moment, stop.\n\n*... You... Are one of Gaia's... Many children... A deity... A god... A divine being... And one of my...* If the beast had lips, they would have curled into a sneer. ***... Siblings...*** The stress it put on that word alone weighed down on them with a tangible force. *... As for I... I am simply... One of Gaia's... Nameless children... Here to tear down... All she has built...* Its skeletal jaw clattered as if it were laughing, jagged and broken teeth clashing against each other. *... Including... You...*"
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"author": "cuttlefishck",
"message": "I'm your sibling? Were quite different you know? Rehabaku laughed, a painful smile arching across her face ... Deep in thought . So are you death sir? Is this your comically cruel afterlife to torture me? I have siblings? Why haven't you come for them first... Instead of meeting the first fruit on the vine? I know I can't escape you , or fight you, death and decay will always come for us all eventually. I fear death as much as the next person , but their is a love to it. With decay comes the melting of the mine, the loss of fear and struggle. It's inescapable, and I must embrace realities ... But why now... My brain is grappling with the crippling anxiety of a thousand worlds and places , wrestling with self hate and self loathing that threatens to consume me. \n\nAs she was twiddling and fiddling with the hair is length became longer and longer, though she was unaware of it, though she had stopped crying. The form was unerving, but not in a bad way. She had little fear for whatever that thing was, though their was a little tingle in the mind that persisted."
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"author": "The Unending",
"message": "So this was one who accepted death. Welcomed it, even. Revulsion crawled along the beast's spine, its rotten form bristling, hackles raising. To be given such a gift. *Life. Power. A world all their own to make do with.* And to just throw it away at the first chance she got. No drive. No will. No ambition. She was... *Pathetic. Worthless. The lowest of the low.* Worse than even the insects beneath its feet, driven only by baser instincts to live. To thrive. To reproduce. Barely even worthy of being a scrap between its teeth. Not even worthy of the effort it had been ready to put in to hunt her.\n\n*... I am not... A god of... Death...* Its words were laced with a hateful venom that scorched the bark around them for a moment, fraying that hair she had been twisting in her fingers. *... I am merely... A god who... Brings death...* Finally, the beast's body moved, rising jerkily, like a damaged puppet, back to its feet. The dirt that now made up its form whispered as it tumbled end over end, flowing to the base of its being, and then back up. An eternal river of decay. *... You... Who fears... And frets... And begs for nothingness... To finally claim you...* In contrast to the impassioned hate it felt earlier, its anger was now cold, cruel. *... You... Are not worthy... Of the gifts... Bestowed upon you...* Its icy words brought a wintery wind with them, Nehebkau's breath now fully visible. *... Yet neither... Are you worthy... Of the effort... Needed... To end you...*\n\n*... Know your place... Creature unworthy... Of being called... A god... And let yourself... Be claimed... By the void you desire... Show me... Through death... The ambition you lacked... In life...*"
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{
"author": "cuttlefishck",
"message": "I find your illusions delude me .... I am no god ... God I don't know what I am . I have no purpose, Maybe you are lucky, but there is no purpose bestowed upon me upon creation. You may know Your goal on gias inception of you .. . But I am not so fortunate. I am without memory , without destination. I feel fear and yet I feel calmness ... I am a paradox. Sure I am not worthy of the body I have been given , I am not worthy of the branches I walk under. But I have been given my mind , and my body, and as long as the body can adhere to the will of my mind il be ok... \n\n\nRehabaku began to laugh , her tears unending, her hands moving forward to the sight of her eyes. The hair she twirled in the air lengthening and twisting, lashing into a whip like shape.\n\nI don't know my purpose, the ambitions of my mind... But I will come for you when I am ready... I will come back and fight you as a equal good sir, and I will part oceans and branches of this great holy tree with the struggles of you running away"
},
{
"author": "The Unending",
"message": "No words were said. None needed to be spoken. The beast had already laid out its judgment. Now was time for the execution. Its skeletal jaw unhinged, bearing blackened and broken teeth and, with a lurching movement, it lunged. Its skull closed, *Crunching* Over empty air, finding no purchase in the deity that had been so still up until a moment ago. An anticlimax overturned. The will to live revived. The beast's head *Cracked* To the side, empty socket staring hatefully at its prey, catching her balance after jumping a few steps back.\n\n*Ah... So scraps... Of the fear... Of nonexistence... Still linger within...* It hissed with a tone that sounded of rot, of decay. The Unending staggered forward, its unsteady steps bringing it swiftly closer to Nehebkau. She hefted her whip bravely, *Foolishly* Facing it down. She still did not have a grasp of her power, but that didn't mean she couldn't *Direct* It, even haphazardly. *... That makes your death...* The whip struck true, severing one of the beast's legs cleanly. Dirt and dust exploded off of its body, the limb starting to fall to the wayside. *... Less unsatisfying...* \n\nIts severed arm lifted as though it had never been separated in the first place. That disembodied hand lashed out, a veritable wave of debris *Slamming* Against Nehebkau, sending the smaller god sailing. Off the branch, across the void, and onto a neighboring bough. The deity shook, arms under her as though she were trying to climb to her feet, but it would not give her respite. The beast's malleable body flowed into the palm of its clawed hand, coalescing into an orb of pure rot, a fragment of itself within. A foul missile it hurled with deadly precision. Detritus crashed against the fear deity. Rancid, burning muck showered over the fear deity as she was sent sprawling again. Back on the other branch, the beast scattered its body, disappearing like dust in the wind. But it wasn't a retreat, or a respite.\n\n*... If you **Truly...** Fear death...* Clawed hands exploded out of the dirt, grabbing hold of both of the lesser deity's arms before she could scramble her way back up. *... Then show me...* From the scattered detritus, a deer skull rose. Rattling antlers first, and then bleached bone, and soon the rest of its body followed suit, fashioned from the bark of the world tree *... Fight for your life... With that divine power... You claim to lack...*"
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Curious, Ica listened to the singing that came from the higher branches. He couldn't sense any of his siblings nearby... The voice had to be a mortal's, then. Despite the simplicity of the song, it would not have surprised him to find it was a deity, singing their heart out on these walkways. Ica had met plenty of gods that enjoyed these simple pleasures.*\n\n*When the mortal came into view, Ica stopped to look. She clearly had not seen him yet, cheerfully continuing to roam the World Tree's branches. She was not of any species he had seen before, he noticed. He wondered which of his divine siblings had created her. Although, he realized, he had been left to sleep for a long time. It was very much possible for this child to have been made by a sibling he had not had the opportunity to meet yet.*\n\n*Oh, but he could simply ask her, could he not? Honestly, he had almost forgotten that mortals- at least, many of them- could be interacted with. Ica wondered whether part of him was still asleep. With all of these minor, superficial things he was seeming to forget, it was a miracle he had not killed any mortals yet without realizing.*\n\n*He shook his head. It was best to hurry, before the mortal girl left his sight.*\n\n*A slight hum came out of Ica's throat, as the branch he had been treading shifted and connected to a branch right in front of the mortal. Taking the opportunity, he stepped on the newly formed walkway, following it to emerge near the girl's position.*\n\n**\"Hello there, child,\"** *He greeted her.* **\"I would be careful here, if I were you. It's... Inadvisable for a mortal to fall down from this height.\"**\n\n*Of course, she had wings, so she should be fine. Probably.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The sudden appearance of the god surprised her, causing her to yelp and trip over her own feet. \"GOLDEN DELIGHT!\" In an almost comical matter, she tipped off the branch that she had been on at the moment, falling straight down towards the void. Fortunately for her, she did have wings, which began to beat faster to stop her descent. After taking a moment to regain her bearings, she righted herself so that she wasn't flying upside down and put her fists on her hips. \"Hey, what gives?!\" She huffed as her wings carried her back up to hover above the branch that she'd been on.\n\nDespite the fact that the little fairy was face to face with a god that could smite her in an instant, she showed no fear, having the audacity to put a hand on her chest. \"You nearly scared the Granny Smith out of me.\" She shook her head before finally turning her attention to what he had said. She would have responded, but given that she was already hovering in the air, she doubted that there was a much better reply that she could give to that little piece of advice than by flying. Oh well, she supposed that it had probably been a good faith attempt to help her, since her mom had told her that a bunch of mortals couldn't fly and he might not have seen her wings. She *Supposed* She could forgive him.\n\nIt was only then, though, that it occurred to her to ask. \"Wait, who're you?\" She squinted at him. \"Are you one of mom's goddy brothers?\" He did kind of give off that vibe with her, some super icey stuff. Then again, she hadn't actually met a god before besides her mom, so maybe she had it all wrong. Either way, though, she figured that it would turn out well. Either he was really a god and she was right or he was mistaken for a god and he was flattered for it. She puffed out her chest, proud at this revelation. Given that she'd not given voice to her thought process, though, it would be a little weird for her to do so, since it looked like she had just puffed out her chest in pride for nothing."
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica's eyebrow raised as he watched the mortal stumble about. Luckily for the girl, her wings were indeed enough to keep her from falling down towards her death. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, letting her ramble out anything she wanted to. At her last question, he let out a small laugh. The phrasing was amusing, but Ica had to admit, she was observant enough to tell what he was.*\n\n**\"Oh, I suppose I am one of your mother's \"Goddy brothers\",\"** *He said.* **\"Although, I'm not sure who your mother is. You see, I... Have not been the most active as of late. There are many of my siblings who I simply haven't met.\"**\n\n*Then, he hummed. He should introduce himself now, right? Oh, how he had forgotten even the simplest things in his slumber.* **\"By the way, I am Ica. God of Winter, Ice and Snow.\"**\n\n*Internally, he smiled at the mortal's strange behaviour. Ica had met multiple odd gods, but he had not seen many mortals like this one yet. He supposed the girl's creator might be similar to her daughter. Ica himself had made many of his mortals, especially his Knights, in his own image. It would not surprise him to hear of other deities doing the same.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She stuck out her tongue. \"Bleh. That stuff makes it really hard to grow crops, you know?\" Of course, she knew her mom would probably spout something about how *Winter made it good to weed out the weak crops*, but she had never understood that kind of thing. As a creature that had been created with the purpose of helping crops to grow, and whose magic ensured that any crops grown were of the highest quallity, she had trouble truly comprehending what her mom meant when she talked about that. Of course, her magic was stronger than a nonmagical winter when it came to crops, but that didn't mean that it didn't make her job more annoying to do.\n\nWhen the god mentioned that he didn't know who her mom was, she puffed out her chest proudly once more. Following what she had done earlier, she placed an open palm on her chest. \"My mom's Triticea, the goddess of the harvest!\" It was a deity that Ica had met before briefly, during the ritual that created the Seasons, but the two hadn't interacted too much. Even so, the bombastic attitude that the little apple fairy had seemed pretty different from the quiet goddess that had been present at the ritual. It took a couple seconds for it to occur to her that she should probably introduce herself, as well.\n\n\"I'm Mallie!\" She said after a long couple moments of silence. She grinned in anticipation, excited to finally use that one introduction that Pruney had come up with for them to use when meeting outsiders. \"I'm one of the Ceres that spreads abundance through the realms!\" She landed on the branch, causing apple tree saplings to burst out from the branches from her very touch. Noticing this, she waved her hand to stop them, keeping them eternally as saplings. She wasn't sure how badly Grandma Gaia would take it if she started growing trees everywhere, and carefree as she was, she didn't want to find out how her grandma was like when she was ticked off. Better safe than sorry and all that nonsense, that was what she always said."
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "**\"Ah, Triticea. I believe I have met her once, though I did not get the opportunity to really converse with her,\"** *Ica said. He remembered the ritual that he and Triticea had been present at, and how it had caused the seasons to change everywhere. Unfortunately, Ica had fallen asleep shortly after the ritual, so he had never really seen the seasons in action. Now, he looked out and away from the World Tree. He could see to the north and east, and a sharp line where the north's winter became the east's spring. It was a strange thing to see.*\n\n*He realized he had become distracted, and looked back at the mortal girl. Somehow, he had heard her introduction despite his own ponderings, and so he smiled at her and hoped she had not noticed his absent-mindedness.* **\"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mallie,\"** *He told her.*\n\n*Surprised, he watched as Mallie's presence spontaneously caused trees to grow on the World Tree's branch. Ica had known plants could grow on here, but he had not known mortals could possess the power of creation. It was interesting to see.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Nice to meet you too, Uncle Ica!\" She said cheerfully, waving a finger. The basket of apples, that had fallen down into the void when she'd tripped, floated back up to her, the apples still having miraculously remained in the basket despite the fact that it had been free falling off of the World Tree for a few seconds now. She was a little ways away from him, because her mom had always taught her not to immediately approach strangers unless big sis Fragarie said it was okay or her mom was around. Her uncle was nice enough, but he was still a stranger, so she kept her distance for now... Well, until he interested her with something, anyway.\n\nThe presence of the god made the air around her cold, and so plucked a few apple seeds out of the basket and murmured something in the language of the plants. The seeds dissipated into nothing as she put up a ward around herself with her magic to help stave off the cold. It was nothing too special, most definitely not enough to do much against a direct attack from the god himself, of course, but at the very least it helped her warm up against his cold aura. Even so, the display of magic might be interesting to the god that hadn't attended the magic ritual, and had yet to meet a mortal able to use such supernatural power.\n\nSeemingly satisfied with the temperature that she had managed to cultivate around herself, she allowed her attention to drift back to the deity in front of her. The expression on her face was one of polite curiosity, since this was the first time she had ever met a god before. Besides her mom, but mom barely counted. She was always too busy telling the Ceres to knock any squabbles off and working on her plants to seem super goddy to her mortals, and so this was her first time meeting an actual *Goddy* God. No, goddy wasn't a word, but it was one that succinctly described the feel that she was thinking of, so she figured that it would be a good enough thing to use in her mind."
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Mallie's casual way of speaking was cute, Ica thought. He'd never met any mortals who were this.. Accustomed to talking to deities. Sure, it could be seen as her being disrespectful, but that was not how Ica took it. In fact, he quite enjoyed Mallie's cheerful informality.*\n\n*Before he could say anything else, Ica felt **Something** Hit him. Mallie was using **Power**. His own divine power did not like it.*\n\n*Ica tilted his head, eyes narrowing. What was that? How could Mallie even use this kind of power? Mortals weren't supposed to-*\n\n*Another wave of **Force**, coming from all sides at once. With a gasp, Ica fell to his knees, unable to speak or move. Even the divinity he possessed could not stop... **This**, whatever it was.*\n\n*No. Ica's own power was.. Turning against him. No, **Returning** To the World Tree. This **Might** He felt was Gaia Herself, calling for him to become nothing. To **Die**, once and for all.*\n\n*As he fell apart, his divinity **Streaming** Into the World Tree, Ica wondered. What had he done to deserve this? Had he disrespected Her creation, somehow? Was he simply no longer needed, now that his domain- his winter, his cold- had spread out to every Realm that would allow it to?*\n\n*It took only seconds for Gaia to **Rip** Him apart at the seams. Finally, as the last scrap of divine power was pulled out of him, Ica exploded. A wave of cold burst from him, freezing a pitifully small circle on the branch he had stood on. From where Mallie stood, she would only feel a cool breeze at worst.*\n\n*And with that, Ica, the God of Winter, was no more.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She watched as the god of winter imploded on himself with a mix of fascination and curiosity. The little fairy fluttered a little closer but still kept her distance, not sure what was going on. Eventually, the deity before her broke to pieces, icy wind bursting from his body that rolled over her face in a gentle breeze. The little apple fairy covered her face, a little worried that she might get blown away by powerful winds, but the soft winds that blew past her never grew stronger like she expected. After a moment, she lowered her arms to allow herself to see all that remained of the former divintiy.\n\n\"Woah.\" She murmured. \"Do all gods seek out random mortals to freak out before they die?\" The little fairy hummed, tilting her head as she pondered what to do now. There was a long moment of silence following the death of the god as the fairy considered what to do, hovering in the air with the light buzz of her wings being the only sound that remained. Despite the irreverent nature of the Ceres, though, she still felt like she should probably do *Something* To show respects. She'd never met the guy, but he *Had* Been her uncle.\n\nAfter a moment, she fluttered down to the little patch of ice on the branch and pulled out a special seed. While she represented apples, she had power over all plants, and so she decided to deviate from her specialty, just this once. She dug a little hole in the branch, right in the middle of the grave of the deity, and carefully tucked a seed into the ground. With her magic, she filled the hole with dirt, and she brought her head low to the ground. A huff of her breath of abundance rolled over the seed, prompting it to sprout into a final blossom to remember the fallen deity.\n\nWith that, she plucked the flower from the ground, glowing with the last of the god's divinity. As a mortal in tune with plants, she could tell it wished to be returned to its mortals, and so she tucked it into her basket and continued her way, leaving the cold patch."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot watched this bizarre show in stop-motion frame, rendered a hapless bystander in a fantastical gig he was clearly not in on. He stared at Nach for a very, very long moment, up until she yeeted herself and his friend from Yggdrasil- and he stared long after that.\n\nIn these musings and wonderings, he would come to a conclusion. What that conclusion was may never be known to another being, but it caused the subtlest of half-smirks to form on Aphot's visage. He'll be damned- Nach was right.\n\nHumming to himself, the ghostly god turned on his heels and resumed his endless journey through the World Tree, not soon to forget Nach's lasting impression."
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"author": "jaja005",
"message": "Chieki was completely immersed in her surroundings, thinking about various things since she didn't have anything better to do. That was until a small girl popped up in front of her, she didn't notice Abrielle coming towards her so when the tiny girl almost shouted at Chieki, she got a bit jumpscared and took a few steps back while her eyes immediately fixated on Abrielle. \"Wh-wha-...\"\n\nAbrielle didn't stop by one question and asked so many questions at once that Chieki couldn't keep up. She didn't know if she had to be scared or weirded out, that was noticeable on her face as she had the strangest expression. After Abrielle stopped asking questions she was silent for a while trying to process it \"U-uh... I'm Chieki and yes... I'm new. My domain is knowledge... Though I don't really know what that means, I thought this tree from which I was born gave me that name and domain... I'm still quite confused though\""
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "**\"Chieki mhm, that's a funny name! I'll call you Chi... I'm Abrielle!\"** The goddess repeated jumping around Chieki in circles. Seemingly unaware that she was being a little too much to handle for a newly born deity, but oh she was just so excited to show people blood and gore!\n\n**\"Knowledge, hmm, I didn't know how I got my domain either, it's Life, summer and children by the way! But yeah, I didn't know! It kinda just came naturally to me..\"** The goddess pondered upon what Chi said for a whole 5 seconds, five whole seconds of standing still with her eye fixated on the roots of Gaia, but alas, 5 seconds is 5 seconds and if she thought for too long her head might've exploded then and there.\n\n**\"HEY hey! Wanna see something! I think I said that already... Wanna see something? There's like this white box, and inside it, this smaller grey box with a glass wall, and on that glass wall a lot of colours moving when you press a button somewhere else, here here!\"** Abrielle grabbed hold of Chi's hand and pulled with all her tiny little might, fortunately for Chieki, the tiny being had not enough power to pull another, and ended up falling on her back with another comedic *Bonk* Sound effect as the back of her head made contact with the roots of Gaia, hastily though she got back up quickly. **\"You should come, you should come! Abrielle, a more whole Abrielle, or actually, we're both the same size fragments now, aren't we? Either way, another Abrielle that's also me but Abrielle sent me to get visitors, so you should come!\"** It sounded very much like a child trying to sell things at a garage sale because their mother told them so."
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"author": "jaja005",
"message": "\"Are you okay? That fall seemed like it hurt...\" Chieki said a bit worried but after seeing her smile again Chieki couldn't help but chuckle softly. Abrielle was so full of life while Chieki, or now also referred to as Chi, was till now very much in a boring, lame, serious mood but she couldn't help but brighten up after seeing Abrielle.\n\n\"I might not know much now but I will learn from anything and everything.\" Chieki said, determined to fulfill her purpose, her domain. \"This box you're talking about... Is it on your... Island? I saw a lot of floating islands from where I was.\"\n\nWhile waiting for her answer Chieki thought about what this little girl actually said. _If there were two Abrielles and the other is NOW the same size... Then that must mean before there was one bigger Abrielle. She must've split up then, I wonder if I could do that too. It would be amazing for information gathering._ Chieki suddenly began concentrating really hard, visualizing splitting up just like when she visualized her realm and it appeared. Then out of seemingly nowhere a second Chieki formed, they both looked exactly the same. \"Oh... That's handy I guess... But you won't be able to keep us apart. How about you get blue glasses? Then I'll keep red since I'm the original.\" Chieki said to her clone. The clone understood and her glasses turned blue, along with the other red things in her aesthetic. The clone didn't talk back but just walked off the opposite direction. On her own way to gather information.\n\n\"Okay, I'm ready to go now.\" She said, prepared to follow Abrielle to her 'island'. \"I'll follow you if you lead the way.\" Chieki smiled softly at the girl like a parent talking to their child."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "The Ascendent had been getting tended to for a while now. A new, slightly better, skeleton was affixed to it. The tiny fractures in its skull had been fused by Mr Bones and then been made obvious with inlaid silver. It was scarred- and wouldn't allow anyone to forget until the demigod's failure had been righted. Now wasn't quite the time for that, but it was time to leave the land. The Ascendent was fed up with being preened by attendants, angry that skeletons were fawning over a *Skeleton-less* Foreign mortal. It had to get out. Watch the abyss, far away enough that no other mortals could be seen. The skeleton just needed to enjoy solitude. And so, it began to make its journey up the tree. \n\nThe demigod slowly clambered up root and vine, taking care not to harm its grandmother(?) on the journey up. Eventually it managed to reach one of the more sturdy branches, sturdy enough to be used as more than a foothold at the very least. Slowly so as to not fall off into the eternal abyss, The Ascendent shimmied over to as far as it was sure the branch would hold them. Then it simply looked over the void, waiting. Minutes, hours, possibly even days passed. The Ascendent simply observed the movement of the tree, the way that lands sprung into existence upon vast roots. It was calming, but in the back of The Ascendent's mind it was a little bit exciting. One day every little *Bit* Of all those realms would be under skeletal control. It could not wait. But for now, it did. It waited and it watched."
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{
"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Being alone all the time was hard. After their creation, Shadeje had been isolated in a lonely land of rain and left to be on their own. It was just too lonely for them to stay there! What was a better place to explore than the World Tree itself?\n\nThe piercing power of Gaia weighed them down, pulling on their limbs and making each step a bit harder than the last. They were not cautious. If they fell into the void, they could have cared less. Life was something that they were always prepared to lose, so they would always be ready for the worst to happen. \n\nAt last! A person! Shadeje felt themself grin. In a moment's notice, their form shifted into something more approachable. The color of their skin grew tan with splotches of pale blue, and they morphed into the power-hungry body of a tall, broad-shouldered man. His eyes remained empty as ever, that melancholic blue glow continuing to stain his changed appearance. Shadeje came closer to the other person. Without a proper invitation or even notice, he made himself at home next to the skeletal being.\n\n\"Plentiful view, ain't it?\" He muttered, having not yet been shown the social norms of the world."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Of *Course* Someone had to come right by where the skeleton was. Naturally, something was going to disturb The Ascendent's peace and quiet. Oh well, it wasn't in the mood to fight and there wasn't really any room to go past it without risk of falling off. It seemed that the demigod would be forced into engaging in pleasantries, for the moment at least. \n\nSlowly, bone scraping on bone, the demigod turned to face the newcomer. \"Plentiful is not the word I would use to describe it. Serene is more accurate. It is empty up here, quiet and separate from the chaotic lands below.\"\n\nThe Ascendent paused, looking the newcomer up and down. They *Appeared* To have a skeleton within them and weren't being aggressive so far. For now, the demigod would humour the thing. Perhaps they would even make a friend, or at the very least a passable acquaintance. \n\n\"I'm here to think, what could bring you to a place as serene as this?\" \n\nWhile not as alight with emotion as the demigod would have normally preferred, it was enough to start a conversation. And it wouldn't do any good to anger someone that could easily kill them, certainly not before the skeleton had had its revenge."
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "\"Yeah, okay... Dimbis,\" The demigod muttered in response to the other's correction. His words had come out before he had had time to think. Realizing it was a bit uncalled for, he pulled back his mean dialogue and apologized. \"Sorry, that was rude. Name's Shadeje. The 'j' is silent, though, because it stands for joy, and there ain't much joy you can find amongst a backdrop of misery. Who're you?\"\n\nSimilar to the other demigod, Shadeje's face was bony and almost as skeletal as the actual skeleton himself. He grinned at the thought. There was very little depth and variation from his side angle, for he had no nose and the sockets of his eyes were completely empty. No matter who he shifted into or what Shadeje chose to be, he would always have this face. He had never seen a mirror, but he liked it, anyways.\n\n\"Friendship\" Was a foreign term to the colorful person. This interaction was simply a test drive, an experiment to see what the real world was like. He hoped it was not as sad as the mortals of his realm made it out to be. Sure, there was death, but there must have been fun things as well!\n\n\"Well, it was just so lonely in my realm. You're the first person I've ever met, really! I just wanted to get outside and see what this whole 'world tree' thing was all about, you know? Anyways.. Um, am I supposed to ask that question back, now?\" Without even giving the other a chance to respond, he answered the question himself. \"Yeah. So what are YOU doing- oh, wait, you already told me why! I meant- what are YOU thinking about? Anything fun? Cool? Please tell me this place isn't all about depression and death.\"\n\nHe was so bubbly and childish, it was hard to imagine that Shadeje had been the creation of the goddess of sadness. Everything about the demigod screamed otherwise... Yet there was something underneath, something that had not quite been revealed..."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Dimbis? By Gaia's branches what kind of word was that? Likely an insult. But just as likely, an expression of admiration used to describe the skeleton's superior intellect! Yes, that had to be it. And this 'Shadeje' was merely apologising for stroking The Ascendent's ego too much, hardly something to apologise about at all!\n\n\"No, no don't worry about it one bit.\"\n\nHm, that comment on misery was somewhat confusing. Possibly something to read into, but it wasn't The Ascendent's role to question why gods made their creations so frustratingly gloomy. Shadeje seemed to dislike his creator, or at the very least the land that Shadeje's creator had made. That was a good sign, disillusionment of other mortals simply meant that the skeletons were crafting a superior society. \n\n\"This place, meaning what exactly? The tree? I wouldn't call it a place of sadness and misery. It is a place of new life, of creation. But, Gaia being the mother of everything, it is also a place of adversity. Friend and foe comes from the tree, this *Place* Is ultimately meaningless- for those of our significance at the very least. What comes from it, is of the utmost importance. These... Other lands that spring from Gaia's bountiful roots. Each one a potential ally or enemy. I have come to look at all of them together. To ponder things that even I do not know. All likely part of Mr Bones' great plan I imagine. On the note of my creator, I don't believe I've met anyone that looked even remotely similar to you. What is the name of your god, Shadeje?\"\n\nThe Ascendent did hope that it wasn't Majesty. While it would certainly be an interesting coincidence, the possibility was absolutely unwelcome in the skeleton's mind."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "Mistake. \"\n\n*A solitary word rings out across the lower branches, the sound of a ripple and swerving energy seems to uproar with a howling gale as a piercing scream beckons forth, mixed with the sounds of slashing and flesh being torn into. A small portal rips itself into reality, tearing through the fabric of the divine air like a creature pulling itself apart, small cuts and judders send rippling aftershocks into the ground, low rumbling vibrations that toll like a bell. The gray and dull opening seems to shimmer with a haze of mystery, yet through the wonder and spectacle. There is a distinct... Wrongness.*\n\n*It only lingers for a second, like a fetid claw. It clings and grapples at the nearby living and or unliving. Even through the portal, the vile taint of the fate god lurches and creeps in like a malignant tumour. Spreading like a plague, it continues to reek and deflower the purity of the air. Before settling as a purple shape of flesh and torn carapace flies though the rift like a cannonball. Crashing into the side of one of the branches with a sickening crunch as bone mixes with wood and leaves squelch into the wounded serpents cuts... Another demigod, definitely detectable in presence. Though fleeting fast... Damaged and dying, like an extinguished flame it clung onto the roots of survival with all her heart. *\n\n*The noise is loud and unsettling, dust is kicked up in the arrival. Only two swirling hypnotic eyes pierce through the obstruction at a glance, slowly... As the dust whittles away and erodes back into the atmosphere, she is revealed in all her form. A delicate and gentle creature, a larger than life snake, cracked scales are mismatched and some angled like daggers into her own body. The wrongness is gone even if this situation doesn't feel correct. Coiling with a slow weave, Vorran wraps herself fragilely around the branch. Dangling and drooping with the little energy she has left, exasperated sighs and gasps crackle and fizzle out as she struggles to speak cognitively and clearly.*\n\n`\"P-peace... Ful? L-light?\"` *Drawn out slogged words, barely more than a faint whisper into the air. She did not cry for help, she did not scream any further. Simply remained there, hung and quartered by her cruel god. She still speaks with a friendly tone even in what seems like fleeting speech. Trying to join the conversation as though nothing had happened, the demigod was riddled with fear on top of her injuries. This place was a battlefield in her mind, she had been cursed with the memories of the war that took place above. Now she was back here, like a child cowering under the table as the bombs fell... Scared, lonely.*\n\n***Exiled.***\n\n*Just like her father, exiled by a god. How could one be exiled by an exile? Did that cause a return to civilisation and normal life. Whatever the case, Vorran seems to hang loosely from her position before taking a large gulp, coughing up a small amount of black ichor before trying to speak once more.*\n\n`\"Friends? Friends. I... I need friends...\"`"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Shadeje stared at the skeleton, trying to read his emotions. Unfortunately, there were no features for him to dissect. While his gaze was on The Ascedent's head, he noticed an obscure amount of silvery, reflective cracks that made a decorative pattern. A careless grin passed over the demigod's face.\n\n\"I like the silver in your skull,\" He complimented. The tannish color of his skin was beginning to brighten as his emotions changed, shifting into something pinker. \"Looks real interesting, I'll tell you that.\"\n\nShadowed by the branches above, his expression grew a bit grimmer. The more he learnt about this place, the more he realized how absolutely... Horrid his creator's realm was. A burst of maroon burned on his skin. Shadeje's appearance shifted from someone who looked power-hungry to someone who was aggressive. He was angry. The anger stemmed from how inconsiderate his mother was for placing him in an ugly, wet, gloomy land with no one at all to talk to when he could've been in this amazing place! As the emotion of rage overtook him, he furiously decided that she wasn't even his mother. She was just... A person who had happened to have some significance in his life. That was all. There was nothing special between either of them.\n\n\"Eh, both foe and friend is better than where I come from. I think I like this tree. I like Gaia. She gives you such a *Chance*, you know? Makes you think, 'what's gonna happen next? Where'll this branch lead and who's growing in this fruit?' That's a good reason to come here, actually. You can just see everything from this part of the tree! If you look up, you see glowing fruits. If you look down, you see the roots. I think you're a smart guy. I don't even really know if I would've found this spot if I hadn't seen you sitting here!\"\n\nHis thoughts and tongue were moving so fast, he hadn't even noticed the ripple in the air that was beginning to appear.\n\n\"Mr Bones... Never heard of him. Guess it makes sense that he's your creator, because you were made of bones!\" The obvious revelation made the childish demigod feel smart. \"My goddess.. I've never really met her. Have you?\"\nWithout a warning, Shadeje shifted into a woman with straighter hair, white skin, and indigo eye sockets. \"She looks like this,\" They said, now speaking in her voice.\nThe form felt awkward over them, causing them to turn back into the ruby-skinned male.\n\"Don't even know her name. Saw her once, but that's it. She's very sad.\"\n\nThinking about it, he was unable to even recall her actual domain. His ideas were swiftly shattered by the arrival of... What even was that? A noodle? An animated knife? A snake? He squinted and walked closer to the poor creature, a broken frown crossing his face. \"Oh.. Dear..\" A melancholy shade of blue rapidly crossed over him as he processed how damaged the serpent was, and his configuration changed once again. Suddenly, Shadeje took the looks of a girl, black-haired and red-horned.\n\"Hello?\" The new Shadeje murmured, her focus completely turned away from the other demigod for a moment. \"Are you okay?\"\nThen, Shadeje turned back to The Ascendent. \"Does stuff like this happen.. All the time?\"\n\nThe tone of her voice had changed. Unlike her last form, she was less energetic and more... Conservative. It was as if she had become a whole different person. However, her alien face and improper manners were just as prominent as before, even if they had been darkened by her newfound mien."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "The Ascendent briefly traced the silver's route with its finger. While the skeleton agreed that the decoration did look rather fetching, it would not last forever. Perhaps when all was said and done the demigod would replace it with another metal, one that represented triumph. Or perhaps the silver would stay. It was far too early to tell. \n\n\"I am overall... Indifferent to Gaia. She is the creator of both ally and enemy, to call her a positive or negative force would be giving characteristics to the tree that it simply does not possess. While Gaia's creation of my father was a clear boon to this place, her creation of other gods was not nearly as benign. It all evens out though, more or less. As for your creator, I neither know of or know her.\"\n\nThe Ascendent was about to go on a tirade on how Shadeje's creator must have been a cruel thing to abandon their child without so much as giving their name. But something distracted them. Another sulky thing, coming to The Ascendent's branch for some kind of comfort. Leaning ever so slightly towards Shadeje The Ascendent muttered \"I couldn't say, this is the first time I've ventured to the tree's branches.\"\n\nThe skeleton then looked at whoever, whatever, had just arrived. It was a worm- possibly a snake. Fair chance of it having a skeleton, though it had a most duplicitous form. Its very arrival was marked by a wave on unpleasant energy. Whatever backwards god created this thing clearly didn't care for such minor things as aesthetics. Nor health, given the foul bile now staining the tree. \n\n\"What is your name, beast. Who is your creator?\"\n\nAggressive, certainly. But it wasn't The Ascendent's fault that this *Thing* Had been made so horrid looking."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Okay.. I'm okay... Yes? Yeah! Y-yeah... My name is Vorran, f-former daughter of E-edon...\"` *Former? Vorran might not understand how that quite works, she was still his daughter even if they were disowned. Genetics are genetics and that can't be changed, the beast gently falls and flops from the branch to ground level with the rest, taking keen observations on the pair that stood before them. A strange sad jellybean and a skeleton, what a strange world to live in... The small purple serpent traces over her own skin with the remains of its tail, sounds of welding and sparks begin to fly as though she were cauterising her own wounds with some sort of machinery. Such was the joy of change, unorthodox methods and strange occurrences followed every corner.*\n\n*Vorran pulls a smile through the pain and speaks up again. However nothing actually comes out, she can't be heard over the fizzling of charred skin and welded together flesh. The pain of the situation was intense and the world around them was a reminder of the suffering. Potentially it was time to make amends and some new friends, now she had the chance to... She still had her sister, Ophelia to turn to if it all went wrong... Unless Edon had got there first.*\n\n*The purple eyes begin to spin once more, a hypnotic pattern emerges from the smile. The back of her mouth glows with the same light as she continues speaking through the equivilent of construction work. Blabbering on about something, it's not until she takes a break in the action that the racket of noise stops and the end of her speech finally comes out.*\n\n`\"— And that's how I ended up here!\"`\n\n*Great... What a compelling backstory, seemed this serpent wasn't the brightest. It had taken the childish properties from Abrielle. Edon interpreting that as a bumbling idiot in the creation process, Vorran looks up to the higher branches and shudders once more, flickers in her eyes depict the terror of war for a fraction of a second before they fade back to reality.*\n\n`\"Y-you guys are friends now... Right?\"`"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Blankly staring at The Ascendent, Shadeje shrugged off his correction.\n\"Yatta, yatta,\" The demigod said. \"Look: call me crazy, but I'm convinced that Gaia is just great, even if she creates some not-so-great things. Look at this place! Ain't it just lovely?\"\nShe stopped to think more, her chaotic mind unable to focus on both the broken creature and the skeleton. Before more words came to her head, The Ascendent answered her previous question. Strangely, she had already forgotten about what she'd asked in the first place.\n\n\"Oh, man, okay.\"\nThe blue in her skin deepened as her mood sunk lower and lower, her white-colored eyes almost appearing to obtain some sort of glow against the darker color. She allowed her cold, abiding gaze to gouge into the purplish serpent's changing body.\n\nVorran changed, just like her. Horrified, Shadeje watched as she drilled and injured her own skin. She bit her lip, wishing she could have said something. The name that Vorran had spoken of.. Edon? It rung some sort of bell in her head, and she hated it. Feeling bursts of purple blossom on her skin, she didn't try very hard to suppress her bitterness. Her form remained blue as ever, even if it was constantly shifting from one shade to the next. \"Blue\" Was what the mortals of her realm called her. They were lucky enough to not meet her other... Looks.\n\n\"Great story,\" Shadeje muttered. \"Shame we couldn't hear a single word over your... Um.. Whatever you were doing. Speaking of that, actually, would you mind stopping? It's freaking me out. There's other ways to heal that don't sound like an.. I don't know, something as loud as that. AND there's ways that don't look like they hurt so much.\"\n\nGlancing at The Ascendent, she seemed as though she was making sure he was fine with her coming closer to Vorran. In her mind, he was the wisest one out of the three of them. Her feet slowly lifted themselves and landed a step further on the ground, cautious, as if she was scared that the snake might attack.\n\n\"Well, I'm not completely brainless. I think I know how that story went. Don't worry, sis, I'm disowned too,\" She placed a cold, off-putting hand on Vorran's body. \"You're such a sad little thing. C'mere, I love sad little things.\"\nThe demigod patted the serpent's head, continuing to be unaware of the social norms that she should've been following."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Shadeje seemed to react to the name Edon. Likely, the creator of Vorran if The Ascendent had to guess. It seemed that neither of the beings The Ascendent had found itself among had a positive opinion of their creators at all. How peculiar, did other gods *Really* Create life with no concern for its wellbeing? The skeletons little romp in Majesty's land already proved that some deities saw their mortals as little more than slaves, but at the very least those had been **Convinced** They were happy. Damnation- that was a dangerous line of thinking. Even *Suggesting* That one such as Majesty was not as bad as Edon or whoever made Shadeje gave idea that she was more trustworthy, that a deal could possibly be made with her if it acted against 'worse' deities. No, all these gods were just as bad as one another until evidence to the contrary was made painfully obvious. No concessions would be given to the forces of evil. \n\nAs the demigod listened to Vorran's story, it noticed something awfully strange. Not from the story, no, The Ascendent was barely paying attention and couldn't make heads or tail of whatever the thing was saying. The creature was emitting some strange, pulsing, purple light. Peculiar to say the least. There was some hidden message there, something the creature was attempting to achieve with its lightshow. The Demigod was content ignoring whatever was happening, for now. If the thing tried it again too many times then something suspicious would certainly be taking place.\n\n\"No, not yet. Nor are you my enemy- for now.\n** **\n\nThe Ascendent looked around the tree. There were other branches relatively close that would probably hold the demigod's weight. But it was always sensible to be safe when given the chance. Two of The Ascendent's spare arms reached out to grasp a branch above it while the others kept a hold of the limb it was previously on. It had gotten too crowded where the demigod was previously sitting. While it did take a bit more effort, the air was a slight bit more comfortable to be in. Content in its new hovering state, The Ascendent nodded at Shadeje who had... Already turned away to touch the thing. \n\n\"Vorran. Who is this 'Edon' you speak of, beyond being your creator. I am unfamiliar with their name.\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Disowned?\"` *The single word rings out with a soft voice... She's hurt by it, Vorran hates that word all of a sudden. It burns with bitterness and stings her forked tongue just to speak it. A droning hum continues in the midst of her endless noise and cacophony of changing notes and chords. Then... Silence. She stops reconstructing her scales and falls into a trance for a moment. The static in her brain like a lobotomy, she does not move. Only remains frozen for quite a while, the words they were all saying were going in with nothing coming out... Disowned... It repeated, over and over. Every pronunciation slightly different until she finally spits it out.*\n\n`\"I am not disowned... He will come back for me!\"` *Still hopeful, even in her clearly maimed state. It seemed insane for anybody to possess some sort of optimism for the situation, especially for one of Edons creations. Truly a bizarre shift in events, the snake allows her head to be pat gently. Looking up with child-like eyes that filled with glee, not minding the cold touch against her mangled body... No sadness could invade this ones conscious. She was simply too stupid to worry about things like... Emotions... Who needed those things anyway.*\n\n`\"I am stopping, yes! Oh- Uhm... We are not friends? This is NOT good news. This is BAD news... BAD BAD BAD BAD... I HATE BAD NEWS... Vorran likes, good news! Good good!\"`\n\n*There was something wrong with this one. Maybe she hit her head too hard? Nope. This was just how Vorran acted, as Edons embodiment of the fear of war and his emotions he had experienced. Vorran inherited the childlike quips and remarks he often shed during that encounter, now he was past such things... Combat was not about silly messages, only the final strike. She shakes her head, flicking shed skin and bits of carapace all over the place as if a porcupine had fired its quills, she smiles gently before turning to the ascendant. Continuing to squirm and wiggle around like a pool noodle...*\n\n`\"Edon!... E-Don... The god of fate, change and eclipses! Apparently, he is bad news... That can not be true, my father is good news! He eats the bad fruits... To keep the good ones... B-but there are no good ones... They hurt him, they hurt me...\"` *She extends her carapace atop her head into a large spike that she can use to point, pointing it towards the upper branches and the hanging fruits of Gaia... Surely she should be pointing at the nearby garden? That can't be right... Not those fruits... She was just confused? Surely?*\n\n`\"War. War is bad news...\"`"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "She turned from Vorran to look at The Ascendent, her eyes widening as she watched him hang from the branch. \"Woah. How are you doing that?\" Shadeje questioned. \"That's the craziest thing I've seen all day!\"\n\nThen, her focus went back to the serpentine demigod. She seemed to be having a hard time deciding who she should have been focusing on more: the deranged, injured snake, or the cool-looking skeleton. After what felt like forever, she made a temporary choice and spoke to Vorran.\n\"Yeah, disowned..\" She echoed, tilting her head. Why didn't Vorran understand? \"Oh. So *He* Disowned *You* - not the other way around? 'Cause me, personally, I disowned my creator *Myself*. It's okay, though, you sad little thing. He don't have to come back for you. Being disowned isn't so bad. Are you disowned, Skelly?\"\nUnable to tell how hurtful the word was, Shadeje kept repeating it, thinking that it would make sense to Vorran if she said it enough. It had no weight in her mouth. To the demigod of the sadness goddess, it was nothing but a hefty appellation.\n\nThe more the moniker, \"Edon\", was said, the more her head hurt. She brought her hand to her forehead. What was so agonizing about Edon? Why was he so harrowing to Shadeje? \"Ugh...\" Resting her head upon her fingers, her eyes shifted to the ground. She had never heard of the deity, yet it somehow brought her so much emotion.\n\n\"There's gotta be some sort of 'bad news' about him! Gah, YOU'RE hurting me by saying that wretched name so much!\"\n\nA few discolored streaks materialized in her hair, signifying yet another change in her appearance. The hue of her skin transitioned to a full purple; however, her figure still remained the same small, feminine demigod. Out of all of the people she could have turned into, this physique gave the impression of being her favorite. Shadeje looked down at her hands. Purple had never been her favorite color, but she stuck with it, anyways. It looked quite pleasurable below the white sheen of her clothing. \n\n\"War? What's war?\" She muttered, dumbfounded. \"And why's it so bad? Do you just hate all news because most of it is bad? Why can't it just be bad? Or does it have to have 'news' tagged along after it? By the way, Skeleton, I have a question. How do your bones stay together if you have no skin or anything to stick it to itself?\"\n\nWhile simpleminded was a good word to describe Vorran, annoying seemed to perfectly fit Shadeje. Her mouth just didn't seem to close."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"*I* Am one of Mr Bones' favourite creations. I am and will be forever loyal to His will. Not every god spurns their creations. Though I understand that may be a new concept for you two.\"\n\nVorran was starting to worry The Ascendent. The thing was clearly unstable, obviously on the precipice of going insane if it hadn't already. While Shadeje was busy with their impossible task of calming down Vorran, The Ascendent turned its gaze upwards. Vorran hadn't pointed towards the tree, where The Ascendent knew for a fact there was a garden. But from what it understood all the fruit there was pristine in every way. The only place it could be pointing was on the outside of the tree. The only fruit that Gaia produced on its upper branches was that which gave birth to gods- fruit that once gave birth to Mr Bones. The Ascendent had already said that such fruit could be viewed as good and bad. But *Surely* Edon hadn't eaten a god bearing fruit. Such a thing was unthinkable, even the idea of it pained The Ascendent. But the horrid sense it got when Vorran arrived, the overall feeling of wrongness that had heralded its arrival... Something was wrong. It needed to move. The skeleton was cornered- it needed to get closer to the tree. Get past Vorran. Slowly moving all but one of its floating arms to the branch above, The Ascendent began to move towards Gaia's trunk.\n** **\n\n\"To answer your question, Shadeje, war is a violent conflict between nations. In most cases, it is when one realm decides that words can not do anything more and violence must be used to force another to submit to its demands.\"\n\nThe Ascendent was coming up to Shadeje and Vorran now, it moved the final arm up to the upper branch. The skeleton paused, waiting to see if there was even a hint of cracking. None. Good. It continued moving forward.\n\n\"While war is undesirable, it is a necessary thing. Kind words and empty threats can only get one so far, if perfidious foes refuse to cooperate they must be forced to do so. As for my bones, they were made to stay together. Why are *You* Able to shift your form so easily?\"\n\nThe skeleton dropped down, turning to face Vorran's horrid form. Punctuated by an accusatory finger and sparks flying from its eye sockets, The Ascendent leaned towards the beast. Calmly and softly, just loud enough for Shadeje to hear, The Ascendent asked a very important question.\n\n\"What fruits has Edon eaten?\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Hey... Don't say that, he'll be back.\"` *She nods her head quickly, trying to reassure herself that Edon will one day come back to reclaim her. Sadly, it was pretty obvious from her state that this was far from the truth. To be abused at the hand of your creator and still wish to crawl back was outright depressing, that false hope that flickered within her slowly beating... Frozen heart. The hypnotic eyes drift to the climbing skeleton... It was an impressive display of core strength, Vorran did not truly understand the concept of demigods and the strength she was gifted. Much less so that she was a jack of all trades.*\n\n`\"No... No bad news, he did it for us! For us! Look! You see now...\"` *Her childish giggle is quickly replaced with a blunt neutral resting face as the joy drains of her body... War. Illusions and spectacles begin to dance around the area, recreating the scene in a way that felt comfortable to her, all of the gore and violence was censored like a cartoon. Dying gods and gore replaced with confetti and flowers... She did not want to fully relive this, she could not fully relive it. Having the memories of this battle and the trauma it caused, she would begin to rock and shake, her timid head lowering and digging into her mass to hide it away.*\n\n*The illusions continue, showing just about everything... The way Edon fought, the lack of care he had for everything and the sheer overwhelming strength of some of his attacks being able to keep seven gods at bay long enough for him to escape. The accomplices in the fight on his side... Pureman, Melancholia. They were highlighted in an orange tint with a black shadowy outline... Eclipsed by the fate gods presence despite their usefulness. It was an insight into his mind and how he viewed those around him. Darkened and lesser pieces of the world. To join his side was to become an extinguished light already.*\n\n*Would Shadeje recognise her creator in the chaos. The slow moving sad goddess that had brought utter misery to the end of the fight. Would the ascendant recognise any of the arriving gods? Having the memories of his god. Whatever happened, the suspicion was confirmed. The god had eaten an unborn deity, claiming it had saved them from the pain of existence. Then proceeded to throw a tantrum when others didn't believe him.*\n\n`\"That, is war... War is bad news.\"`"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "\"Woah... Imagine being.. *Favorited*. Must be so nice. Has Mr Bones ever talked to you? Like, *You*, personally?\"\n\nLove? What was love? What did it mean to be cared about and considered? Unlike The Ascendent, who was very obviously eying up the delusional serpent, Shadeje began diving into thoughts about her relationship with emotions other than sadness. She was doing everything in her power to just forget about how much mental pain she was in. Anger, betrayal, hopelessness, submission, joy... What did they mean? How come she could somewhat feel all of those, yet not *Love*?\n\nIt was getting harder and harder to avoid Vorran's gaze. After the poor demigod couldn't take it any longer, she looked at The Ascendent and strangely hoped he would do something about it. She didn't even know the guy, but he was already somehow who she looked to for help. \n\n\"Oh. War doesn't sound so fun, you know? Sounds.. Sounds horrendous, actually. I don't think war is my thing. I think emotional manipulation is more my thing. I'm good as dead in a physical altercation. If war's so undesirable, why can't *Something* Be done for people to avoid it? It can't be that necessary. Kind words can get you plenty! And so can mean words. And so can messing with people's heads and rotting them from the inside before they can even get the chance to *Force* You into doing anything!\" Shadeje grinned, feeling almost proud of her powers for the first time in her life. It wasn't long before her sense of dignity faded, and she went back to being unhappy in her own shifty skin.\n\n\"So can you... Touch the air in between your bones? Is there even air, or is there invisible skin or something? I can shapeshift because 'change' is my middle name. It's what I was born to do: change, because Mommy can't.\"\n\nIn the blink of an eye, Shadeje became four different people. Then, she went back to being Blue. She gave Vorran a sympathetic look, only barely understanding the weight of the unfortunate snake's situation. \"Yeah.. I feel so bad bursting your bubble, but I'm afraid I have to. It's only the right thing to do. Vorran, you were mutilated and then sent through a portal. Does that sound like something someone who'd come back for you would do?\"\n\nShe had narrowly finished her words before the visions. As soon as they started, she began uncontrollably shaking. Shadeje was almost as insane as Vorran! Her fists clenched as she tried to take power over her own body, but there was no point. The scene was curtained by a hue of orange that she inanely didn't like, as though her natural perception of the world had halted her from even giving the dumb color a chance.\n\"That's.. That's me..\" The demigod whispered, noticing a similarly tall, empty-eyed figure in the midst of the fighting and terror. But it wasn't her. Was it? Unconsciously, she modified her body to match the one see saw. This time she did it, it wasn't so uncomfortable and horrific. She felt nothing at all towards the giant, golden snake. There was no hatred, nor no anger. She was not repulsed. There was nothing.\n\"How... How much do you know about this?\""
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Shadeje definitely had the right energy, though their questions were a little bit... Unfocused. And useless. And frankly rather confusing. But they seemed to be going along with it, which was what The Ascendent was after anyway. \n\n\"Steel and faith are ever stronger than mere words, Shadeje. Decisive action will always come out on top when compared to mere trickery. See how this *Thing* Still tries to trick us. It refuses to answer, for giving any answer would be an admission of guilt. If it admits to being here by Edon's will, then clearly we would have to eliminate the threat it poses to us. Were it to lie, we would do the same.\"\n\nA thin blade of flame slowly came out of The Ascendent's closed fist, dragging along and poking at Vorran's flesh. The vermin seemed to wiggle and writhe under the heat, getting more and more distressed. Good.\n** **\n\n\"It matters not if this creature is ready or not to die. No one is ever ready to die, but that hardly matters. The abomination's destined time is fast approaching. Whoever this Edon is, it did not account for my divine wrath when it came to creating a demigod that would live long. The thing is a snake in form and in nature, lying comes to it as easily as coughing up its wretched fluid. The safest thing to do, for both of us, is to end its miserable existence before it finds a way to hurt us.\" \n\nThe Ascendent stepped on top of Vorran, walking to the thing's ghastly excuse for a head.\n\n\"Though I am of the opinion that even the most dastardly of heretics have the opportunity for redemption. And what better way to redeem yourself than dying in the line of duty, laying down your life for the cause of fighting evil? We are still not friends, Vorran. But we can be.\"\n\nWith a mercifully unlit hand, The Ascendent gently cupped Vorran's face. \n\n\"I truly believe that you have the chance to redeem yourself. To be more than Edon, to become friends with me. And you want that right? You only have to do one thing. One easy thing, and then we will be friends forever.\"\n\nThe Ascendent gestured to its side. To the branches. To the roots, below them. To the abyss, under everything.\n\nThe skeleton whispered, quietly enough that it barely even heard itself.\n\n\"If you and I are to be friends, then you need to kill yourself. Now.\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*\"I'll miss her when she's gone... Not because I cared, because I could've done better...\" ~ Edon*\n\n*The wounded, gasping serpent gently contorts and twists in her painful embrace. Agonisingly overstimulated by everything going on, the sensation of pain... Her body giving out, the fleeting life as her eyes flicker and falter. She clings to the entrance of the tunnel, refusing to be carried into the light, the sound of voices. Constant questions... She was meant to embody change and everything that came with it, so why was this too much to handle? There was a small gasp as she pulls at strings in an attempt to control her breathing, her divine heart thumping out of its chest... Beat after beat, it was only accelerating. Panic... Perhaps this was the way forward? To overcome change. You must adapt to it. But there always comes a point where you change just that little bit too much, then what?*\n\n*Her struggling settles... Her head droops, flopping meekly by the serpents side, embracing the scales in a tight cradle as she hugs herself. Gently nuzzling the newly formed horn against her body, just to feel something... Pleasant, something less painful. Exiled from one place, only to be exiled from another. That was her fate, forever on the run. Forever homeless with nobody to go to. The horrors of war would scrape her skin away like barbed wire. This world was no mans land, there was nowhere or anything she could do to change that. They would find out she belonged to him, then they would hate her...*\n\n*An endless cycle, weaved into history. Etched into fate.*\n\n*\"You are the one mistake I wish I could've undone...\"*\n\n*The sentence echoes in her ringing ears, the tears continue to fall. Her eyes quiver and tremble, breaking apart as her composure completely falters. There was no running from this anymore, she would answer their questions... Then she would do it, become its friend. As requested... Perhaps, she would be visited after life? That must be what he means... He would be her friend, just in another reality. They only had to get there... They'd join her. Dragged to the grave, she could see it now... The moments of peace, a blooming friendship. The games they would play, the memories they could share... She just had to reach the end of the tunnel.*\n\n`\"I am a snake, because I wait in the grass as a slippery creature. Change is an endless curve, fate is a slippery curse... Serpents embody both of these things... Edon is my father, a serpent that just wishes to die... So he tells me, I don't believe it. If he wanted to die, why hasn't he? We talk because we are gifted divine power, I talk the same reason you do... Our creators had the dignity to let us be heard. My mother... My mother, I don't know... Would an OUTCAST have a mother?\"` *She seems to emphasise the word outcast, making it painfully obvious how much the word stung. How deep the venom of such a spiteful meaning wove into her lungs, flooding her with poison. There was an antidote here. She whispers back to the ascendant, her voice as broken as it was when she arrived. His gentle grasp is kind and caring, for a moment she forgets the agony...*\n\n`\"Then consider us... Friends.\"` *She smiles faintly, her tail raises up, quickly shifting and warping... A large impaling spike rears up and aims towards Vorrans skull. It was all so quick, she doesn't even hestitate. A vile reminder of just how down this creature was, how foolish and stupid she was to believe the words of her aggressor. The heartbeat slows to a gradual thump... Acceptance was the final stage of grief... Now she could finally accept a happy ending, a light rain begins to fall upon the tree as the spike is driven through Vorrans carapace. Straight through the head, there was no blood... Only flowers grow from the wound as she slumps down, the light in her eyes extuinguished for a good. It was over... It was all over now, they could move on... She. Could move on...*\n\n*\"And then... We will be friends forever.\"*"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Death.\n\n What was death?\n What did it mean to die?\n What was Shadeje supposed to do?\n\nDeath.\n\n The word cascaded off his tongue.\n Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death.\n What was its purpose? Why was there a word to describe it?\n\nStupid.\n\n Stupid.\n\n Stupid.\n\n Stupid.\n\n Stupid.\n\n Stupid.\n\n Stupid.\n\n So\n#\n\n\nShadeje could've done something.\nShadeje could've helped.\nShadeje could've been her friend.\nShadeje could've saved her.\nShadeje could've stopped Vorran.\nShadeje could've shut up The Ascendent.\n Could've done something.\n\n Instead, the\n demigod wa-\n tched like a he-\n artless, idiotic,\n merciless piece\n of garbage.\n\n..............................Her\n te ars\n had fa-\n llen into\n Shad eje's\n gen tle h-\n and s. Th-\n they glis-\n ten ed as\n the demi-\n god let \n the m f-\n all f ro-\n m th eir\n palm. Was\n Vorran really\n .................................\n Dead?\n\nStaring at the decorated space where Vorran once was, Shadeje slowly turned back into Blue. \"She really just... Disappeared.\"\nThere were no words she could think of that would possibly satisfy the *Itch*, the need for meaningful dialogue, that had been pinned between Shadeje and The Ascendent. After a few seconds that felt like a million years, she thought she knew what to say. It was a question, a *Hope*, a singular piece of her that was unlike her creator in many unimaginable ways.\n\n Gonna come back, right?\"\n\nShadeje still had more questions about snakes, and she didn't want to ask them towards anyone but Vorran. But Vorran was gone.\n\"Yeah, an outcast would.. An outcast would have a mother.. I'm an outcast. WE COULD'VE BEEN BEST BUDS! Oh, Skelly.. Oh, why would you let her do that to herself?\"\nPicking up one of the flowers her body had left behind, she carefully tied its stem to one of her horns and let it dance in the World Tree's light wind. It would forever remind her of this.. Ugly day.\n\"I...\"\n*I what?*\n\"..Don't...\"\n*Don't what?*\n\"...Understand.\"\n Don't understand.\"\n\nA quiet blue tear slipped off of her smooth face and stained her skin. She looked at The Ascendent, wishing he would *Do something about it*. He could make everything right! Where was Vorran? He'd find her. If she had gone away, he would surely bring her back.\n\n\n\nMaybe it was easier to remain naïve than to know the truth."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "A weak fragment of Wyrd, almost a splinter, appeared on Gaia's lower branches in a veil of mist, the fog quickly dissipating around him as he took his first steps in what felt like an age onto his mother. He looked up at the great tree reverently, taking in her majesty before walking along the roots. He had no destination in mind, he was simply wandering for the sake of wandering. \n\nIt wasn't unusual for newer gods to make their way to the lower branches, either before or after making their realms, and the old god was interested in getting a view into their lives, a look into how the newest generation viewed the world. As he gazed out idly into the void, he couldn't help but marvel at how many stars there were. The Great Deer couldn't help but remember the new sky, one where but half a dozen stars twinkled, and now they stretched across the horizon, though many were brighter than others. \n\n\"Do they please you, mother?\" He asked quietly, expecting no response from the slumbering creator. \"They are a chaotic lot, but I will continue to do my best to guide them.\""
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"author": "daecappp",
"message": "**__\"Guide who? The other gods?\"__**\n\n*A voice resonated within the ears of The Great Deer. He was not alone at the lower branches of the World Tree. The sound of footsteps approaching followed right after the voice, and soon coming in the picture was one of the more newer members of the gods. Yvtarr, the God of Sea and Destruction. He was around the average height, standing about six feet and three inches while in human form. His hair was a blue that was as light as the clean ocean water surface. His skin was caramel in color, and his body was mesomorphic and lean. Blue tattoos spanned across his torso and arms, identifying that this god wore no shirt. He had gold jewelry draped around his upper-body. Below, he wore simple baggy black pants and no shoes. Being a god whom spends most of his time in water, he has no need for them.*\n\n*After getting the attention of the Great Deer, Yvtarr would also look out into the void, to see his generation of gods making progression within their realms. A sight that brought a smile to his face before turning his head back to Wyrd.*\n\n**__\"What do you gain from guiding them?\"__**"
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "\"Oh, I didn't see you there, brother.\" Wyrd said, a little surprised, lowering his head so it came down to Yvtarr's height so he may look the ocean god in the eye. \"Your guess is correct, I wish to guide the other gods.\"\n\nThe elder god fell quiet for a moment at the blue-haired god's question. It was one that he hadn't expected. Gain? He didn't have much to gain from it. Certainly, some might guide others to manipulate them to their own ends, but he didn't see it like that. \n\n\"I gain little from guiding them, no more than any other deity. When I guide the younger gods, it is for the benefit of all of my younger siblings, and for our Mother.\" Wyrd said, his tail swishing gently. \"It is simply my duty to do so. But, all of this talk and I am yet to introduce myself. My name is Wyrd. It is a pleasure to meet you, brother. What might your name be?\""
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"author": "daecappp",
"message": "**__\"My name is Yvtarr, and the pleasure is all mine. So, whats some advice you would give to a new god like myself?\"__**\n\n*Yvtarr asked, taking a seat on the very edge of the branches of Gaia. His feet swinging in the void as he continued to watch as the realms progressed. Even from here, Yvtarr could see his own realm that was fairly new but still held a beautiful look. He awaited for Wyrd's response, hoping to get some useful information out of the elder god. Although Yvtarr was extremely carefree, he made sure that his duties as a god to his realm were fulfilled as best as they could. And information held from those whom lived long lives could prove useful in fulfilling those duties.*"
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd was surprised that the sea god was so receptive to his advice so soon. Young gods were typically so full of their own ideas and convictions that they had little time to listen to their older brother guiding them. The Great Deer hummed to himself for a moment as he considered the best advice to give the young deity. \n\n\"Make your mortals as best as you can. And I don't mean 'make them as strong as you can', though I would not discourage you from doing so,\" Wyrd said solemnly. \"Make them happy, make them self-sufficient, give them as few reasons to suffer as you can. And make sure that they can live in harmony with the world around them. I know many gods are infatuated with the ideas of mortal advancement and invention, but it is not worth it to see them destroy their homes for it.\"\n\nWard fell silent then as he stared off of Gaia's branches and into the expanse of their world. It was a great burden to be a creator and many didn't even realize it, content to pawn off any consequences on their mortals. But, ultimately, every action, every emotion, every experience of mortals fell onto the designs of their gods."
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"author": "daecappp",
"message": "*Yvtarr's smile faded upon hearing his kin's opinion. Actually, he was more disappointed from the piece of advice. He had already knew that his humans needed to be self-sufficient and happy to nurture them into a prosperous society. However, that was only to the benefits of those mortals. It gave no real meaning to Yvtarr, and so he yearned for purpose. A dismissive sigh releasing from the lips of the Sea God. His irises pushed to the far low corner of his lids.*\n\n**__\"Yeah, I guess you're right. Though, that seems kind of lonely, and boring too.\"__**\n\n*Yvtarr said nonchalantly. His eyes still glued to the realms that stretched all the way to far realms and how everything before that were all connected and intertwined by Gaia, mother of all. It was truly a spectacular view that was comparable to none, leaving a genuine smile on all of its spectators.*"
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd couldn't help but sigh at Yvtarr's response. It was a true shame, he thought this one might understand, but no. Another young god born with a mind too mortal to consider the greater picture. \n\n\"I can... Understand how you would think that way.\" The God of Monsters replied, gingerly picking the most diplomatic way to approach the subject. \"But you have countless ways to alleviate your boredom and loneliness. To subject your mortals to pain and cold and fear just to spur them to create, just so it makes things more interesting for you...\"\n\nWyrd trailed off for a moment, turning to look at the God of the Sea. Even if this wasn't his true form, he deigned to take the form of a Solomani - a human - and that spokes volumes about his mindset.\n\n\"Please consider that you are a god. You have responsibilities beyond what most mortals could dream of.\""
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"author": "folsense.",
"message": "Her soles clicked against the branch. Coming down from the higher branches, a woman paced lower and lower.\n\nShe looked over the side as she walked. Now lower, she had a clearer view of the realms below. Her eyes twinkled, her heart clicked. Squinting through her monocled eye, she tried to make out anything familiar to her.\n\nTo no avail. Even then, the sight was one to behold. She took in the view, taking good time for it. After all, she had much time to spare, she was still much too early."
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"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*Birds began chirping, then loud hisses were heard with them, as if they were both fighting against each other. Equally standing, then the noises stopped as the wind brushes against the branches and leaves.*\n\n*Blank was in the top branches in the beginning, then ended up slipping, he began to fall from the top to the bottom landing near Pneuma, making a loud thud breaking the silence that was originally there.*\n\n*Blank held his now damaged arm with loud groaning, he was here to meet pneuma but was late and went to find her, but slipped now landing near.* \"Aggggghhh... I forgot I can fucking fly...\""
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"author": "winterfestivity",
"message": "Unfortunately for The Conductor, her view of the branches was quickly obscured by a fog, rolling, drifting in, a middling, yet notably strong wind setting in as well. \n\nAll the time in the world nor any timetable would be enough to help one lost at sea, after all...\n\n\n\n\nThe sound of wood creaking would be the only forewarning for Pneuma as a massive copper-bottomed boat, eight-masted in a schooner configuration as it impacted against the branch, followed by a divine presence felt upon the boat... And said presence very audibly speaking, exasperated. \"What in the *World...*\" Quickly, its anchor lowered as peeking over the bow, in sight of Pneuma, The Captain looked genuinely *Confused.* \"You... I can tell you're another deity— Did you have a hand in this? I try to *Avoid* Sailing close to *Gaia.* But here my crew and I are, and you're the only one in sight.\" She raised an eyebrow, looking deeply at Pneuma, rather odd looking. She'd seen similar looking machinery before but it was far from her area of expertise, plus... Those memories were long faded, seaswept away. For now, she was cautious, awaiting to see what this newcomer would do."
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"author": "folsense.",
"message": "The woman watched as Blank unceremoniously landed nearby. \"...How does one *Forget* Something like that? Do you put in effort remembering how to *Walk* As well?\" Her view was disturbed, though only briefly. After giving Blank a healthy amount of disdain, she turned back to admire the view.\n\nThere was a boat in the way. She pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose.\n\nShe looked up at The Captain. The hydraulics in her neck hissed as she craned her view. \"Perhaps not. I myself shouldn't be here... Shouldn't *Be*, *Now.* It is by coincidence that we both end up in the wrong place and time.\"\n\n\"I am Pneuma. Goddess of the Railway.\" She bowed. \"...Which does not seem to be commonplace quite yet.\" She pursed her lips, tapping her foot. \"Quite bothersome.\""
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"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*Blank rubbed his arm, as he healed bit by bit, much slower than it used to since he split himself so many times and didn't know the consequences. He laughed at her comment of needing to reminded to walk* \"Hahaha, well sometimes! If I'm to tired my friend would help me!\" *Sly sarcasm. He then saw the boat, he's never been on one before now or even in a past life*\n\n*He decided to fly towards the goddess with a big smile* \"My name is Blank, The serpent god. And what do you mean you shouldn't be here? Maybe you should be here, fashionably early maybe?\" *Blank laughed as he floated around her looking at her mechinizimes and hearing the sounds she's making by moving* \"Think my finger would be crushed if I put it... Ehm. Nevermind.\" *He didn't like what he was going to say.* \"Anyways, yes a boat in such a beauty is quite bothersome hehe\""
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"author": "folsense.",
"message": "*Early...* That word echoed in Pneuma's head. She scowled. \"There is no realm in which *Early* Is fashionable. Time saved is time taken away from something else.\"\n\n\"You are a Serpent God?\" Pneuma put a finger to her chin. \"I lord over serpents, in some kind. Serpents with brass scales and cast-iron segments. Serpents who eat coal and drink water and belch smoke and steam. Whose whistling roar can be heard for acres around. Who slither across the land carrying the economy on their backs.\" She frowned. \"But a beast of that kind has yet to be born.\""
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"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*Blank scowled with her, then pressed his fingers against his chin as a way of either making fun of her, or to give appreciation to her attitude, Blank admired her beauty, her tightly and well done uniform, neatly tied hair, and her professional voice, it enticed him*\n\n\"I am well aware of what a train is, and a railway. Since you and I are close maybe I can help you. I won't mind striking a deal~ where we both benefit, the creation, and the benefactor so to say?~\"\n\n*Blank gave a smug smile, truly one to punch. His attitude seemed to not match the goddess* \"If you had to pick one? Be late or early? Which would you prefer?\""
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"author": "folsense.",
"message": "\"I would *Prefer* To be *On-time.*\" Pneuma narrowed her eyes. \"But if I must humor you. Early is the lesser of two evils. One who is *Early* Will eventually be *On-time* Given they wait. But even then, they're off schedule.\"\n\nShe raised an eyebrow. \"A deal...? Let me hear your terms, first. I would rather not stray even *Further* Off schedule, unless you actually have something worth my time.\""
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"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "\"That's why being early isn't such... A big problem, but being early means you had a gap between the schedule yes? So to say... Free time? So being early wouldn't mean you yourself is off schedule.\" *Blank confused himself* \"You get it?\"\n\n*Blank landed his feet infront of her, he was shorter than her five inches specifically, Blank looked into her eyes losing himself then catching himself quickly* \"I know how trains move and function, I can help you with such things. But to repay me... You let me access such small things. Like entering or leaving them. Is that small enough?\""
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"author": "folsense.",
"message": "\"What I am saying is that this deal is *Not* On my schedule.\" Pneuma narrowed her eyes again. \"However much 'free time' I have is not important.\"\n\n\"However.\" She turned towards Blank. Extending her arm, her joints clicked. \"If I am to make good use of this time I was *Erroneously* Granted, then I suppose a deal would not be the worst.\" She held out her hand."
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"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*Blank had a gentle smile. One to bring joy. Behind such a mask was evil intent. But this would probably either go away or go bad. For her anyways, he shook her hand a deal with two gods. He let go* \"Now then! Let's go to your realm! Gaia will provide you with one! I'm sure it will match to your personality and soul! Truly remarkable! You will be taken good care by me and her herself!\"\n\n\"I am grateful for ones time, so. How did you manage to come to be? Why do you say you have come early again? Maybe you were made to create something or do something spectacular! While you yourself look spectacular~\" *He said with a underlying flirt. He hoped to go over ones head but his attitude was one to be shined* \"I'll do good on my deal.\""
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"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "Silph takes Nareau by the arm and unfurls her wings. The slow heavy sound of beetle's wings quickly turn into a deafening symphony as her swarm of beetles follow's her into the air.\n\nOnce in the air they glide soar down through the branches until they hit the roots of Yggdrasil, Silph takes a moment to admire the sheer size and grandeur of the world tree, before turning to Nareau and saying\n\n\"Amazing this place is truly beautiful. Did you enjoy the trip down friend Nareau?\""
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"author": "dani4c",
"message": "Nareau observes creation on the descent downwards. Gaia's trunk eclipses all sight, leaving only the gargantuan expanse of divine bark, the void, and the two gods.\n\nNareau gazes at Silph. Particularly at her eyes... Nareau realizes that they do not have eyes of their own. Strange, they can perceive just as fine. There is nothing to give reason to why she cannot, however it feels right to have eyes to have sight. They spend a few moments in their mind weaving together the image of their own eyes. Then, as if they were always there, she opens all 8 of her eyelids, exposing two dominant eyes of irridescent iris pigments and 6 supplemental eyes of arachnid form. \n\nAfter the descent Nareau observes the grand roots and void with novel sight.\n\n\"It was pleasant, friend Silph\"\n\nThey look down at the scraps of rich soil and land that clings to Gaia from the void. Nareau further climbs down the roots to this soil noticing decaying fragments of Gaia's leave intermixed with clay.\n\nNareau begins to pick up a clump of such dirt and begin to mold it in their arms."
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"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "Silph for a time becomes lost in thought, taking in the feel of the decaying plant matter beneath her feet and pondering the new forms of life that sprout from death.\nSilph regards the fungi and the necrophages and finds beauty in the creation that stems from destruction, seemingly a fact of life in this strange new world.\nAfter a time she turns towards the spider like god Nareau who is molding something from the dirt and clay and decaying matter that clogs the roots. \n\"What is it that you are making friend Nareau?\""
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"author": "dani4c",
"message": "Nareau works lost in unexplainable though. Molding form into the clay, revising, changing, sculpting as they did to themselves upon their birth. Something, some form, some memory nags at them. \nThis torso is too distorted; the leaves and clay are imbalanced; it doesn't bond together well in the joints; it lacks connection with what is; it lacks spark.\nFrustration grows at every error, destroying the failures and starting anew each time.\n\n\"I am making... Something. It is like our forms. Like the skeleton we saw... Skeletons. They're normally within something. Giving shape, substance, and sturdiness. What was it... Can you help?\"\n\nThey hold up the most recent iteration of their clay figure."
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"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "Silph regards the clay figure for a time, thinking on what was asked of them.\n\n\"Yes of course Nareau I can help you\"\n\nSilph tentatively reaches out and grabs the figure and studies it in her hands, turning it in the light.\n\n\"Skeletons... Yes, it needs some sort of internal support structure!\" \nSilph picks up a carrion beetle in order to help illustrate her point\n\"So you see, this beetle has a sort of external support structure, the carapace keeps everything inside and where it should be, but what if it had an internal carapace instead? A rigid system throughout it's body that the softer tissues cling to, in order to maintain it's support?\"\n\nSilph let's the beetle fly away and hands the figure back to Nareau."
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"author": "dani4c",
"message": "They listen, staring at the figure, molding silph's ideas into their mental image of the creation. \n\nThey nod slightly. Accepting the figure again. They take the form of clay, mud, and foliage and mold it. Over the course of many cycles, they work with their many hands to spin the substance into essence like wool to yarn, and knit and weave it into flesh and bone, sinew and blood. Finally resting to show Silph the newly formed humanoid body in their hands. They turn in speak to the body,\n\n\"You are first of your kind, the Solomani, but will not be the last. I bless you with feeling, thought, and language, just as was given to us. I give you these gifts to love each other and find pleasure in creation, but this is not your purpose. You are given your own will to decide that for yourself, something even we Gods were not given. Yours is what you make for yourself, we will be with you through the journey.\"\n\nThey pull of strand of glowing divine thread from their core and melt it into the body. Though the person is not yet awake. They hand the person over to Silph.\n\n\"Please give them a blessing, dearest Silph.\""
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"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "Silph thought long and deep for a moment as she gazed upon the newly formed Solomani. Silph knelt down and spoke blessings to the being just as Nareau did.\n\n\"Young one I present you with these gifts, first I give you memory so that you may learn and grow from your past, second I give you the ability to create and destroy, for all creation is born from destruction, lastly I offer my guidance when the time has come for you to pass on from the world\"\n\nWhen she was finished Silph stood up and turned towards her friend Nareau.\n\n\"And thusly we have spoken life into a new being dear Nareau. Where shall we set it down so that it may live free?\""
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"author": "reiteration6",
"message": "Just one of the several dozen incarnations of China makes it down to Gaia's roots in time to see two of his younger siblings creating their first lifeform. Possibly *The* First lifeform, as none of his selves have yet come across anyone else replicating this feat. He catches only the tail end of the process, yet that is still impressive enough.\n\nHe cannot wrap his head around the words being spoken by the beetle-winged goddess. Free will? The idea that anything but a god could possess the ability to think for itself utterly perplexes him. Although the first generation of gods were all born more or less within a single cycle of one another, he already feels old, watching these youngsters revolutionise the world with concepts he had never even considered.\n\nThough he makes no effort at hiding his presence from them, neither does China approach. Despite being very interested in the outcome of this experiment, he doesn't wish to intrude and force himself into their moment."
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"author": "dani4c",
"message": "Nareau nods, listening to the blessings of their friend. Together, creation was far more beautiful when done with another. Less frustrations. More surprises. Ideas, souls, and minds brought together. Satisfaction. They turn their perception for a moment towards the world tree. Gazing upon Gaia's gargantuan solitude. They notice the porcelain god floating above. Were we gods made for Gaia's loneliness, or an act of similar union with the void. There must be some means of communicating with the great one. We gods are connected, truly, but not in language... Something to address. \n\nNareau turns again to Silph. Appraising both their blessings. Memory, creation, destruction, guidance, emotion, thought, language, free will. As creatures of destruction they would be destroyed, as Gaia shows us in the very soil. Alive with a great intensity before rejoining the soil they are made of. Their beings ripped asunder at death and their divine fragment to be collected by Silph in her promised 'guidance'.... They would live and suffer, but not end. It would be change. They are of dirt and Gaia and to both they would return, and be reborn just as Gaia breathes and gives new life to all. With memory and tongue they will live beyond death and rebirth. Together, just as Gaia and the Nothing made we Gods and we Gods make them, they will make new kin, and place in them hopes dreams memories legacies responsibilities and suffering. All would be together.\n\n\"You are quite a genius, dearest Silph. I wish to see what you will do with them in their passing,\" They then point with two hands to the soil clinging to the roots, \"For now, we shall place them in this garden bed of our creation to observe and adapt. Soon perhaps we will make a proper home for them and their childer. I will observe but now I am burdened to create family for this first being.\"\n\nThey will set about the process once again of gathering soil and foliage and spinning and weaving it into mortal creation."
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"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "Silph sits with Nareau for a time and assists with the creation of more of the Solomani.\n\nEventually she gets back onto her feet from her position on the ground and says to Nareau\n\n\"Friend Nareau I greatly enjoyed the time we have spent together, but for now I am off to explore more of this most strange world. Let us meet more in the future as friends and allies, is this agreeable?\""
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"author": "dani4c",
"message": "The creation of the first Solomani tribe had proceeded steadily. 250 Solomani, each one placed in the garden bed, an immense valley nestled in Gaia's roots with fertile soil, wildlife, and shelter. \n\n\"I understand. I quite enjoyed our time as well. I for my part will remain here and observe. Faretheewell, dearest Silph, please do tell me of your explorations when we meet again.\"\n\nNareau then turns towards the garden bed, and observed the Solomani nursery. Still and silent.\n\n```\nNot there anymore, lol lmao. See the realm Dilmun\n```"
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica, having heard Silly's announcement, knew it would be good for his Glacias if some were to travel around. They could meet more people, discover other cultures- he didn't see any downsides. So, he had gone to Viernas, and asked around for any willing participants.*\n\n*He had found five, and so he took them to the roots of the World Tree. Of course, Silly hadn't mentioned a place to meet, but the Hall of the Gods was inaccessible to mortals. Ica and his five mortals appeared there, having teleported all the way from the Arctic.*\n\n*The five Glacias- and Ica himself- took in the strange scene before them. Those creatures were strange, seemingly a mixture of multiple regular animals. Now that Ica thought about it, he shouldn't be too surprised; the goddess' name was Silly, what should he expect but a whole lot of weirdness?*\n\n*One of the Glacias- a woman, in her late thirties- stepped forward first, introducing herself to the strange beings that sat there.* \"Hello, my name is Tseda. We're here to join the carnival, is this the right place?\" *She asked.*\n\n*The other four nervously shuffled behind her.* \"Oh, if I'd known this, I would've stayed home,\" *Corin mumbled, only audible to his Glacias companions. He looked the most nervous out of them all, his hands constantly fidgeting.*\n\n*Ica, meanwhile, simply sighed.* **\"No need to worry,\"** *He said.* **\"Had there been any sort of danger to you all, I would not have brought you here.\"**\n\n*He turned to Silly, and told her:* **\"These five will join your carnival. I expect them to remain alive and unharmed under your care.\"**"
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Hemlock stared up at the World Tree, breathless with awe. It was just as magnificent and grand as promised, stunning beyond his comprehension. His heart sang with the joy resonating in it.\n\nHis emerald-hued gaze then trailed to the mass already gathered, and his nerves nearly went haywire. This was it! His dream of being the first of Aphot's children to experience the world beyond the Mists! To see the things that Aphot had spoken of when He first whispered in his ear!\n\nAnd how his god had so graciously granted his wish- *He* Would be the first to represent Him and His Sagacity to the world; not the others, not even King Anathema himself. Today was a truly triumphant day for Hemlock indeed.\n\nAn opposable thumb brushed over the exquisite ring resting on one of his four fingers. *I will not disappoint, my Lord.*\n\n\"Heeeeeemlooooock!\"\n\n*...However, I cannot speak for all of us.*\n\nHolding back a growl of annoyance, the nymph snapped out of his reverie and turned to critically eye over his compatriots: ten other faevhön and a single chanöátl, all who varied wildly in appearance. They were all dressed as if they'd already been partying for eons, and looked seconds away from running all over the World Tree amok. If it weren't for the authority Hemlock's Vespertine Rose gave him, they undoubtedly would be.\n\n\"*Heeeeemmmyyyy*, can we please, *Please*, play with the others now?\" The whine came from one masked faevhön who was recklessly tossing around her violin. \"I'm getting bored!\"\n\nA chorus of general agreement and other whines joined in until Hemlock raised both of his hands and shouted,\"*Cease!* I must speak with the appropriate authority first. You will all *Stay put* And do *Nothing* Until instructed otherwise, understood?\"\n\nThere was moaning and groaning, but no open objections. Deeming them suitably scolded, Hemlock returned his attention to his task: seeking out the one they called Silly.\n\nA moment of observance, and the power of authority in the present environment seemed to mostly gravitate around two beings in particular.\n\nHe took a deep breath. He had never approached a god before- wait, how did one even identify a god? Was there a protocol? Some sort of special etiquette? Surely, Aphot would have told him if so. Were the other gods like his own? Different? What if-\n\n*\"You're overthinking it, my darling little seedling. Relax, and present.\"*\n\nHemlock's heart soared again as the words trickled in his ears with a light-hearted tease. Was Aphot here with him, in spirit? It brought him comfort to know his god was here with him, even if he could not yet be allowed to witness his god in full glory.\n\nTrying to conceal his trepidation behind a facade of cool professionalism, he approached Ica and Silly with his head bowed low to show every ounce of reverence possible. He would wait for them to notice him, not daring to interrupt them."
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "Silly, however, didn't notice him. She was too busy engaging in super important godly business. Like talking to Ica, introducing herself to some of the Glacias, and ensuring the cool god that any mortals in the carnival would be under her protection! She was super good at protecting things. This one time, she protected someone so hard that he was safe enough to make the world's first ever muffin! Well... It was more of a cake but...\n\nA tap-tap was prodded upon Hemlock's shoulder, and the jingling of bells could be heard behind him. \"Hihi, it's me, Silly! Oh-oh! Are you going to join the circus? The carnival? The merry band of travelling clowns and storytellers and traders and dancers and performers and- oh! Wait, I should stop talking. I forget that sometimes. I need to listen. Yeah! Anywaaayyyy- The group will be off in a while! Everyone's camping out here while they wait for alllll the others to arrive! Then we'll have a big par-tay!\"\n\nShe tapped her chin, then bounced up and down, before honking her nose. \"Any questions? Oh, if you need to think of a question I'm good at asking them so just let me know and then I can give you question ideas and you can ask me!\"\n\nMeanwhile, the main Silly, along with multiple other small fragments of her, continued to mingle, popping up here and there, and greeting any new arrivals. She had called it her carnival originally, but really: it was the world's carnival! Something for everyone! And she made sure everyone knew that fact.\n\n```\nAnyone who wants to have someone join the carnival, but doesn't want to actively roleplay, can still throw down an introductory post for your characters here. There's no time pressure.\n```"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Yvette had been curious. Really, that was all it was. Curiosity. Though, what was wrong with that? Most things were done from a place of curiosity. Sporelings saw trees with sap leaking, and naturally were confused. Which led to them tapping, and gathering whatever came from the trees. But now, she just had to get there. Crossing the desert was a no-go, seeing as how dry it really was. Instead, Yvette came up with another idea. She knew someone who had one of those birds as a pet - Rain was its name, Yvette was sure. So, approaching it, she requested to be flown over. At the avians agreement, Yvette felt relieved and mounted it and the two set off after she gave the bird where to go. \n\nAs the two flew, Yvette let herself just relax against the feathered bird and closed her eyes as a way to relax. The breeze felt nice as she and the avian flew. A sense of calm wrapped her up and she let any worries slip from her mind, instead letting her mind focus on anything but. \n\nA new shift in the air, and Yvette popped her eyes open and sat up, stretching a little. Roots. And other people! Good, she was in the right place. Gliding down, Yvette held onto Rain and once the avian had landed she slid off. \"Thanks,\" Yvette hummed, patting the Orus on the head before they departed. She waited for a minute, watching the bird fly back towards the jungle, before turning back around. Yvette could see all sorts of people - she could feel a sense of being alone but didn't let it worry her. Just because they were all different didn't mean they couldn't be friendly, right? Right. Yvette silently wondered to herself who she had to talk to on the topic of joining.\n\nAt a pop-up of a Silly, Yvette took a step back in surprise before just talking with the God. It was almost strange how she, a mortal, was talking to a high-up deity. As far as Yvette knew, no one she knew had met their creator. Well, no worries. Yvette was a part of the world's carnival! It'd be fun. She'd enjoy it, really. After the interaction with a fragment of Silly, Yvette looked around. Out of curiosity, really. *Wonder if there's someone to talk to...* She quietly thought to herself."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Hemlock nearly jumped out of his skin, just barely able to save face by donning the least nervous smile he could muster once he turned around. He opened his mouth to respond, but his jaw was left agape and useless as the goddess rambled at speeds he previously had not thought possible.\n\n\"I- well- you see-\" As he suddenly struggled to remember how to talk, the merry band a mere few meters away were growing more excited by the second, the sheer joy in the air infectious. Well, he supposed he could either tie knots in his mind trying to comprehend... Silly, or join his peers in festivities... Yes, the latter option sounded like a good idea.\n\nAfter a hurried bow and jumbled mumble of reverence, Hemlock tried to not make it look too much like he was escaping as he waved his hand for the rest of the fey to join the gathering."
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*The five Glacias still seemed nervous, but at Silly's reassurances- and her cheery behaviour- they calmed down. With the exception of Corin, who looked behind him and saw more people coming.* \"Guys, should we have come here? I- I don't know if those guys are gonna be as-\" *He shut his mouth quickly when he felt an arm being wrapped around him. Corin jumped.* \"No worries, no worries, it's me,\" *He heard from behind him. Right, that had just been Morrik, that was someone he knew. No danger. Corin took a deep breath, in an attempt to calm himself down, and let himself be turned around.* \"Hey, 's all gonna be fine, okay? They're all here for the carnival, no need to stress,\" *Morrik spoke, looking Corin in the eyes. Corin nodded at him and sighed.* \"I know, I know.\" *Morrik let go of him, and moved over to the new arrivals. Corin reluctantly followed him, and only now noticed that Tseda, Manay and Phelle were already there.*\n\n\"So, where are you guys from?\" *Phelle asked a mushroom person with water around their head. They didn't have any companions, so she wanted to make them feel welcome in the carnival.* \"We're from the Arctic. It's north of here, and it's much colder than here. There's lots of snow and ice everywhere.\" *She gestured in the vague direction of their homeland.*\n\n*Ica, meanwhile, watched Silly as she talked the ears off of some mortal that had come to them. After a few seconds of this, he grew tired of her constant energy, however.* **\"Silly, calm down a little. You're killing the poor thing with your enthusiasm,\"** *He said. And sure enough, the mortal looked incredibly overwhelmed with Silly's rapid speech. Ica allowed him to make his escape, not seeing any point in talking to him.*"
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*Standing at the edge of the village, Dego felt like they could explode with excitement at any moment. After all, they would become one of the first Zandoli to step outside the sphere of The Creators influence, being made even more special by the fact that they were handpicked by The Creator themself to join some 'carnival'.. Since yesterday, they've only replayed that memory in their head, over and over again like a broken record.*\n*The creator had entered one of the dining halls yesterday, in their usual style of loud and sudden. His form was.. Well, the one he always took, that being a black and neon pink Zandoli, with horns in addition to his crest and wings that could encompass their entire body twice over. More or less bursting into the room, their words brought attention, then interest.*\n*\"Okay, so. Who wants to become part of a carnival and travel, like. EVERY realm? It'll be sick, you'll love it.\"*\n*Sure, Dego might not know what a 'carnival' was, even less so how to operate in one, but the possibility of exploration? If seeing realms besides their own? They had been wanting to learn more about realms besides their own since their realm had first made contact with the 'Beautifuls' - mishmashes of all sorts of creatures, most of which Dego had never even seen - but it ignited a curiosity within them. They wanted to learn more about the Beautifuls, their realm, and almost everything about what lay beyond their village, and this carnival seemed like the opportunity to do so; they couldn't simply pass it up.*\n*Dego didn't quite know what did it. Maybe they were the first, maybe they were the loudest, maybe something else out of their control. But what they do know is that they were looked at, pink eyes like spotlights staring them down..*\n*\"You, white and tan. What's your name?\"*\n\"Dego! My Creator.\"\n*\"Dego, we leave tomorrow!\"*\n*And with that simple transaction, The Creator flashed then a grin, leaving them to figure out what to do now.*\n\n*The next day was.. A blur. The feast that night was held in their honor, they spent most of the day packing what few items they had, and now, they sat, waiting for The Creator to show up. Despite their excitement, they couldn't help but be a bit nervous, pacing around and pushing their crest back with one hand. After all, even the few before who went outside the realm of Dez Vegas were in a group, and only for a short bit. Dego was going to be alone, and stops here would be far less frequent, if at all. It was the one part of this that made them hesitate on going, if only for a brief second.. But, they'd probably come back, right? If only briefly, but anything was better than nothing. Besides, they're gonna be exploring the world, something which had only been a dream up to that point.. Degos thoughts were thrown off by the woosh of air, signalling the landing of The Creator. Turning to him, Dego bowed slightly. Even if he acted casual around the Zandoli, it didn't stop them from maintaining some slight respect and fear of him.*\n\"My Creator.\"\n*\"Dego! How you doing, ready to go?\"*\n*Dezód patted the Zandoli on the shoulder, trying to get them to look up. After all, they were shaking like a leaf! What, were they worried he was gonna get mad or something?*\n\"Yes, My Creator.\"\n*\"Alright, sick! Just need to figure out how to get over there... Hm.\"*\n*Stepping behind Dego, the demonic deity very casually picked up the rather nerved Zandoli under the arms, thinking for a moment. After all, the hard part would be getting them across the void, given how quickly Dego might fall victim to it.. Ah, plan made. Around them, an invisible 'bubble' of air formed, almost identical to the pressure and temperature of the grasslands around them.*\n*\"Okay, ready?\"*\n\"Y-yes?!\"\n*\"Alright, let's go!\"*\n*With a rush of air under them as Dezód took off, they started flying over to the world tree, breaching the border into the void rather quickly.. Both screaming, of course.*\n\n*Their arrival at the roots lacked the elegance of most of Dezóds fellow gods, being more of a controlled crash-land into the nearest available root. The demonic deity had made the split second decision to tuck the smaller Zandoli into his body a bit and curl up, protecting his mortal as they rolled to a complete stop. Laying on his back with Dego perpendicular on top of him, he's glad they seemed unhurt. That's cool! Sure, his form took some minor damage, but it was nothing he couldn't just heal all on his own, eh? Raising his hands to celebrate, he was immediately followed in suit by Dego.*\n*\"Yeah!\"*\n\"Yeah..!\"\n*Standing up, the young Zandoli looked around, trying to make sense of the new surroundings. Any nerves they may have had were more or less knocked out of them by the rough landing, if they didn't simply fall off during the ride over. Now, all that's left was the urge to explore this new realm, see this strange cast of characters that were everywhere. A few Beautifuls, some winged crystalline humanoid, a mushroom person.. Sporeling, right? They've seen a few around. Dego just wanted to talk to all of them, to see-*\n*\"After you. Let's get 'em!\"*\n*The voice so close startled them quite a bit, trying to turn around to find that, no, The Creator wasn't right behind them. Instead, they could see rather clearly that he had shrunken himself to a smaller form, deciding to sit on their shoulder for a bit like a bird. Didn't matter much to them, they got the go ahead, and they were gonna take it! Rushing in, they found themselves borderline overwhelmed, not knowing who to talk to first..*"
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "The Peacekeeper and Grumbo slowly moved along the roots of the tree, eventually hitting an incline. They had to abandon the ibexes, though The Peacekeeper assured Grumbo that it would bring both of them back. The two began to slowly make their way up the roots, having to move slowly to ensure that none of Grumbo's possessions fell into the void. They had managed to avoid any spills so far and it would be a pity to fail now. Ever so slowly, the skeletons ascended the world tree. Flimsy sheets of something seemed to be plastered across the roots, which was a bit of a problem since they were covering most handholds. The two had to pry off the things and fling them away in order to continue their journey up. Eventually, the duo were able to make their way into what was more or less a clearing. Better yet, this is where it seemed like the carnival was meeting. They dusted themselves off and approached the group. Knowing that it was rather difficult for Grumbo to communicate, The Peacekeeper made the first move.\n\n\"Hello there. Is this is the place for the carnival?\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Yvette turned her head over at the appearance of someone new. \"Oh, it's just me here. The bird is going back,\" She hummed, looking back over in an Eastward direction- where her home jungle lay. \"I'm Yvette. 'M a sporeling,\" She explained, \"I came over there, and live in this really cool jungle place. But to be more specific I lived in water.\" *Never heard of snow or ice before,* Yvette thought to herself. \n\n\"So, what made you wanna come over?\" Yvette asked curiously"
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Grumbo looked between Yvette and The Peacekeeper. The demigod slowly gestured towards the new mortal \"Go on, I'll help with any miscommunication.\"\n\nGrumbo walked towards Yvette and pointed towards a gap in its upper right where the word **Grumbo** Was crudely scratched. Just under it in a much neater font, was a small bit of text reading *Collector of antiquities and curiosities*. They began to rapidly sign, pointing at itself and the various containers and compartments that the skeleton had. Grumbo began pulling out little bits and bobs, showing them to Yvette only to instantly put them back. The Peacekeeper put a hand on Grumbo's shoulder.\n\"I am sorry, Yvette. Grumbo can get a bit overexcited and isn't very used to having to communicate to talking beings. Grumbo here collects odds and ends, and is seeking to expand their collection. Why are you here?\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Yvette squinted her eyes at the crude nametag that was etched into the gap and made a small hum. Alright, must be their name! Her eyes fell down to the words etched below in the more neater font and made another hum. Yvette paused as they began signing, and felt a little at a loss. She didn't really *Understand* Sign language yet, so it just looked like they were flailing their hands. Confused, she looked over to The Peacemaker for a little help. Yvette looked back over to Grumbo, realizing that maybe they were trying to explain everything they were pulling out and putting back. Ok, she kind of understood only thanks to the context. The *Supposed* Context. Maybe they were telling her nuclear arm codes, or something. \n\n\"Oh, it's fine. I was just a little confused. I don't understand all the.. Hand things, though. I might have to be taught that.\" She shrugged. \"I don't mind learning though, it'll make talking easier though so thats a huge plus.\" Yvette laughed a little. \"I was just pretty lonely, y'know? And I saw the whole ad thing and decided that it could be pretty fun and something to do.\" The Sporeling explained. \n\n\"For like, a special talent though, it's not really that impressive but,\" She began, and leaned down to try and see if she could find something solid or round like before coming up with nothing. \"Eh, I was gonna do it but theres nothing here. But I can just toss things around and not drop them for a few minutes.\" Yvette shrugged, standing back up fully."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Among the idling feyfolk, Viola hummed a lilting tune as she spun around and around in endless pirouette to a rhythm that only she could hear. Unlike her easily fascinated cousins, she had grown bored with these new environs rather quickly. Just more leaves and more wood, which were rather plain compared to the ones back home, and the alien people might as well have been overcompensating chanöátl. When was the real *Partying* Going to begin?\n\nShe spun to a halt to a shoot another glance towards where Lord Hemlock was still conversing with some... Thing. *Ugh.* What a drag. Why had Aphot chosen *Him* To lead their people on this mission of merriment? They should be *Merrymaking* Already, not standing around conversing like dry sticks.\n\nOf course, the spritely satyr had already had several arguments with Hemlock prior to their arrival, and she didn't want to push her luck at the moment- the nymph was high-strung as was and her pride would not handle being scolded in front of so many people. She needed to *Impress*, after all, and first impressions were important.\n\nSo shoving down her growing impatience, she resumed her aimless whirling, getting out that restless energy through physical movement as much as she could."
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*Dego had been looking around, trying to find something.. Well, anything to do. It didn't seem like everyone was already talking to each other, and not about, like.. Their homeland. They wanted to learn about other cultures, not make idle talk! Or start up this journey, anything really! The small copy of Dezód on her should was busy getting drunk, but apparently couldn't make any for her because 'The dealer never takes'. Well.. At least they'll be selling to a wider audience, now. One that hasn't appreciated wine yet, people like.. Like her!*\n*Degos attention was caught by the spinning woman, and they found themself highly interested in her. For one, the horns she had reminded them of their Creator, albeit far more curved than the Creators. In addition, the clothing choice was strange, at least in their eyes. Zandoli clothing was built to last through desert storms and animal attacks, being more or less a primitive leather armor like what Dego was wearing at the moment. But this article was light, loose, it seemed to flow in the breeze and flare as she turned. What kind of craftsmanship was this? They had to know! Taking a breath, Dego made their way up to the woman, a smile present on their reptilian face.*\n\"Hi! I like your tunic, how'd you make that? It's so light!\"\n*As they got closer, the song was heard.. What was that? It was so nice..*"
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "The Peacekeeper had started its journey back down to the desert. It was sure that Grumbo was safe with the rest of the carnival. Relatively safe at least. Now the demigod needed to return to its home. It had been a long time, they were sure that the skeletons had been up to much. Hopefully, they hadn't interacted with The Warmonger. Slowly, the skeleton started to climb back down the roots. It was slow work, but the demigod was clearly making progress with each jump or shuffle. The skeletons had probably figured out whatever problems they were having with the copper by now. They'd probably made a lot more materials too. Hopefully not too many weapons though, it would be such a sad sight."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The World Tree, the origin of all things that had even given rise to her mother. Did that make Gaia her grandmother? Fragarie chose not to dwell on that subject for long, instead looking around with excitement. Her mom had finally given her permission to leave the Valley, with the instruction to return immediately if she sensed an intruder making their way into her home. She still had the job that her mom had made her to do, of course, but it was still exciting to finally be allowed to wander the World Tree, explore the different realms of her aunts' and uncles' making that dotted the area around it. Of course, given the Valley's isolated nature, she found herself needing to fly, jumping from root to root in search of new sights. She drily noted in her head that it wasn't all that different from the way the Lesser Spirits back home jumped from plant to plant. Wow, herself as one of them was not the mental image she needed right now.\n\nShaking her head to clear her mind, she returned to traversing the roots of the tree. The buzz of her leafy wings cutting like knives through the otherwise silent atmosphere of Yggdrasil's surroundings. She had chosen to travel in a humanoid form, since she didn't want to unnerve anyone that she came across, and her mom had always told her that this shape was more polite. She jumped gracefully from root to root, eventually coming into the Peacekeeper's sight. She hadn't yet noticed the skeletal figure, too busy stopping herself from tripping and falling off of the root that she was perched on entirely. She waved her arms around to stop her fall, using her wings to push her back into a more stable position. She let out a visible sigh of relief. Phew.\n\nOh, shoot, had anyone seen that? Quickly, she looked around, searching for anything that might have caught her embarrassing moment. Fortunately, there didn't *Seem* To be any... There was somebody there. She stared at the Peacekeeper for a moment before all her juice flooded to her face. Noo..."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "The Peacekeeper heard *Something* Above it. Definitely not a follower from the carnival, but not a noise that the demigod recognised either. It stared at the humanoid newcomer as they slowed to a stop not too far away from them. It seemed scared, or just overall worried. Not terribly surprising all things considered, skeletons were a bit scary and suddenly finding something in the middle of nothing would always be a bit strange. But, the demigod now had the perfect chance to meet entirely new life from a god that even Mr Bones may not have met yet. The Peacekeeper raised up its hand and slowly waved. They shouted a short greeting across the void. \n\n\"Hello there. Don't be worried, I won't hurt you. I'm The Peacekeeper. Who might you be?\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The thought that he might want to hurt her had never even crossed her mind, but it did occur to her that she should have thought of that now that he'd so kindly pointed it out. Even so, she figured that she was probably going to be fine. After all, he was nice enough to point out her mistake, so of course he wouldn't have any harmful intentions. Maybe that was a naive way to think, but she also had her abilities as a demigod to fall back on to either fight back or escape if push came to shove. As such, she didn't hesitate to approach, making a leap over from the root she'd been on to his. This time, she stuck the landing a little better, much to her relief. It wouldn't do to embarrass herself a second time.\n\nHer wings were a blur as they carried her over to him, beating like an insect's wings rather than a bird's. She straightened, proud of herself for not messing up this time, and turned to him with a grin. \"Nice to meetcha, the Peacekeeper! I'm Fragarie!\" She introduced, waving at him, then paused. For all of her preaching to her mom to go out and socialise more, she'd not actually done a lot of socialising herself. To be fair, this was the first time that she'd ever left the Valley of Abundance, so her creator had been the only intelligent lifeform that she'd ever had the chance to speak to. What was she *Supposed* To say now?\n\nHer face scrunched up in concentration as she searched for the right things that she could say to ensure that this conversation went well. After a moment, she settled on explaining why she'd come out here. Purpose was a big part of her life, after all, so it was only natural that she'd default to it when she wasn't sure what to do. \"I'm exploring the World Tree! Mom finally allowed me to leave the Valley, so I wanna see all of the realms of my aunts and uncles!\" She proclaimed with an enthusiastic grin on her face. \"I even went ahead and took a humanoid form to look less scary! What about you?\" That... Was alright, wasn't it? She hoped so."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "The Peacekeeper leaned their head to the side. It was interesting for a demigod to have been created on their own, without any sentients to live amongst. But then again, The Peacekeeper had been created alongside a veritable legion of skeletal compatriots. \"Who are the other sentient being within Triticea's realm? Are they also strawberries?\" The demigod thought back to their interactions with Mr Bones. It was true that he was sensible, though perhaps acted a bit too prudent at times. Not every apocalyptic scenario he thought of was going to come to pass in reality. Calena, Crucia, Keres and Aphot... All names that The Peacekeeper didn't recognise. Maybe Mr Bones just hadn't met any other gods when he made his first demigod? Not like it mattered though, The Peacekeeper would be told about what was important when it became important. \n\nThey let out a light chuckle, just enough for Fragarie to hear. \"Yes, I suppose that would describe my father. Sensible to a fault in my opinion, though there are certainly worse characteristics I suppose... How would you describe your mother though? Still a single word or do you think you know her enough to say a bit more?\" It was interesting that Mr Bones had met Triticea when she had first awoken. The Peacekeeper often sensed its father's presence high up on the world tree. Maybe he greeted new gods as they came into existence. Maybe he tried to be the first to influence them. Not like The Peacekeeper could do much about it though, they were sure that in the end Mr Bones' goals would be morally correct."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Strawberry Maiden grinned, always happy to talk about her new sisters. \"They're called the Ceres! They were made to command the Granum, who are tasked with spreading fertility to crops across the realms!\" She explained. One notable thing about all of Triticea's creations was that everything had a purpose. The Granum to help grow crops, the Ceres to command them and to defend the Valley from mortals, and of course Fragarie herself, who had been made to be a guardian. \"All of us have a reason to exist! Purpose is a very important part of existence to Mom.\" She nodded sagely, not at all afraid to spill the tea on her own creator. In her humble opinion, her mom needed to touch some grass, so spreading the word of the Great Locust's existence might help her fix that.\n\nSpeaking of spilling the tea, the Peacekeeper wanted to know what she thought about the Lady of the Harvest. Fragarie brought one of her legs to the bottom of her head, mimicking the human gesture of stroking her chin. Hm... \"Mom's normally pretty nice, though she's really scary when she's angry. Uh... Also, she needs to get out more.\" It wasn't that the goddess was antisocial, just that she was too engrossed with fulfilling her purpose of perfecting her plants to really take the initiative of exploring the world outside her realm! She supposed that that was one thing that she was grateful she didn't share with her creator. She couldn't imagine enjoying a life of being cooped up in one place for all of eternity.\n\nStill, it felt like there was something that she was leaving out. She couldn't put her leg on it, but it was an odd feeling that prodded the back of her mind, trying to remind her of something that she couldn't remember at the moment. Eh, if it was important, she wouldn't have forgotten it, so it was probably fine if she didn't include whatever it was. At least, she thought that was how her mom had created her memory capacity. Honestly, Fragarie wasn't entirely sure about that, either."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Ok, so, the ceres commanded the granum, who tended to the crops. A bit more complex than skeletal castes but nothing too over the top. \"I can understand. The creation of me and my fellow demigod was done for specific reasons. I for one was made to be a leader, a uniting force for the skeletons.\" The Peacekeepr paused for a moment, looking away from Fragerie. \"I'm on a break right now though. Can't be around them all the time. My sibling, The... *Warmonger*, is more concerned with matters of conflict, if you couldn't guess. They tend to stay away from the rest of the skeletons though, which I do enjoy. I feel like my father gets out enough, might not be around his sentients enough all things considered. But that's why I was created. To enact His will. The other skeletons though, they just sort of exist. Free to do as they see fit, though that mainly seems to just be mess around and create weapons. I don't believe you've told me your purpose though. Why did Triticea create you?\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Well, I was meant to be a Guardian of my mom's realm, basically to make sure no mortal or demigod caused any trouble there.\" She shrugged. \"But nobody ever really goes there, anyway, so my mom gave me permission to leave and explore the world. Something about how it would give me a better understanding of intruders.\" Of course, she could also have mentioned that she had the ability to sense intruders and instantly return to the Valley, but she chose to withhold that information. It wasn't that she distrusted the Peacekeeper, quite the opposite in fact, but it just seemed like a security risk to let that kind of information get out there. The element of surprise when the giant demigod wasp appeared with murder on the mind would remain an advantage over invaders.\n\n\"I'm supposed to go, wacha, pow, boom!\" The wasp fluttered her wings excitedly as she swung her arms randomly in the air, \"And either scare them off, or maybe kill them if they don't leave.\" She sounded pretty remorseless about the idea, though to be fair it was a bit hard for her to feel bad for killing intruders. That was the purpose that she had been created to fulfil, so she had also been created not to pity those who might enter the realm. \"Of course, if they're not causing trouble, I'm supposed to just leave them alone.\" She was just there to deal with troublemakers, given that her mother's Valley was hardly a closed realm.\n\n\"But man, Peacekeeper and Warmonger are pretty awesome names.\" She wondered what her name might have been if she had been Mr. Bones' creation rather than her Mother's. Guardian sounded a little basic, but she wasn't really learned enough to come up with something better. Also, guardian was kind of a lot less cool than fire names like Warmonger. \"Hey, is your dad named after actual bones, or are actual bones named after him?\" She wondered. She had always wanted to know, so she figured that it wouldn't hurt to ask one of his creations for that answer directly."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "The Peacekeeper nodded. No wonder Fragarie had decided to venture out of her home. Being stuck among beings that couldn't communicate whatsoever? It must have been terrible. The demigod had no idea that other realms were so sparsely populated, it just seemed natural that gods would attempt to fill their lands with life... Or something close to it. \"Well Fragarie, if you ever tire of your unspeaking companions I'm sure that you'd be allowed to visit my father's land. The skeletons aren't *Much* Better for conversation but I'm sure you'd be able to learn their language relatively quickly. I could teach you if you want.\"\n\nThe skeleton paused.\n\n\"But. I have a condition. Just one, a minor one at that. I am allowed to visit your home at some point in the future. I'll try my best to let you know beforehand but it sounds interesting and I would like to have a tour of it. Sound like a deal?\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "To be honest, it hadn't been *So* Bad, just kind of boring. She had entertained herself by making up games to play by herself or nagging her mother, or sometimes even having little one sided chats with the Granum or the plants. Besides, her mom had been around most of the time to keep the demigoddess sane if she ever needed to chat with someone, even if the Wheatmother was never a particularly chatty deity when she was busy. It was fine by Fragarie, though, since she'd had lots of experience essentially talking to a wall. The idea that someone might even be listening was pretty uplifting to her, especially after spending hours and even days chattering away at leaves and bugs.\n\nThe Peacekeeper would find that the other demigod was suddenly in front of it, clasping its bond hand within her fleshier ones. She moved so fast that it was pretty much impossible to see, but despite her speed none of it translated into momentum as she clasped its hands with a pretty normal amount of force. \"You WOULD?!\" She almost shouted in its face, an excited look on her face as she considered the idea of having a *Whole other language* To ramble to the plants to. Ooh, she might even be able to teach the Ceres, now that the Valley finally had other sentients besides herself and her mom!\n\nShe let go as it asked for a condition, thankfully retreating out of its personal space, but didn't take long to mull it over. \"Oh, sure, as long as you don't intend to harm the Valley or its residents.\" She shrugged. \"Calm down, we're not that xenophobic. We'll still let people in, it's just that the Ceres like to mess with outsiders. As long as you don't want to harm the Valley or exploit its resources, you should be fine.\" The Valley wasn't a place of death, after all, in the same way it wasn't truly a place of life. It was a place of growth and a place of preservation, and as long as neither aspect was threatened by a visitor, they *Should* Be just fine strolling in."
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Oh well that was. Hm, that wasn't quite what The Peacekeeper had been expecting. They looked down at Fragarie's hands not really sure what to do. Would it be impolite to let go? Luckily the skeleton didn't have to make that decision, Fragarie darted backwards just as suddenly as she had rushed forwards. \n\n\"Don't worry about that. I have plenty of experience in avoiding being pranked by the skeletons, I'm sure that I will be able to deal with anything they throw at me. Now then, let's get to teaching you the skeletal language.\"\n\nThe demigod started to make various gestures with its hands, pointing at different bones. \"We indicate bones with a single finger, which is only really important when we're looking for or trading them. A fist on your head indicates thought. Clasping your hands is varying degrees of quietness, depending on context it could be asking someone else to not talk. Don't clasp another skeleton's hands though, it's terribly rude.\"\n\nThis went on for a while, as The Peacekeeper gave Fragarie tips on the finer points of skeletal communication. As the lesson went on both of them started to work together on creating new words for things the skeletons had not yet discovered. Strawberry, a hand forming a cone. Wheat, sliding ones hand down their arm and then sending it off at different angles six times. And so on and so forth until Fragarie was as proficient in the language as any skeleton, good enough to teach someone."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She waved a hand in front of, a sheepish grin forming on her face. \"Oh, don't worry about needing to pay me back! We're even! You gave me the gift of knowledge, and I gave you the gift of seeds.\" In fact, when she put it that way, its gift sounded way more valuable than hers. Its gift would help her to do her job, to fulfil the purpose that she had been given, while hers would only be able to save lives, which would only serve to stoke further conflict. Wasn't that, like, the exact opposite thing that the other demigod might have wanted? She wasn't sure, but the Peacekeeper name wasn't exactly subtle about what it was meant to do.\n\nShe tilted her head curiously as the older demigod had a sudden change in demeanour, though it quickly morphed into mildly disappointed understanding as it explained that it had to go. \"Well, alright. If you're insistent on getting me a gift... \" Her face scrunched up in concentration as she pondered what she might want if she had to take something. \"Ooh, how about more knowledge? I've got sisters back home now, so I need to know some good games to play with them!\" She clapped her hands together, excited at the prospect of playing around with her new Ceres siblings. It wasn't like there were a lot of invaders entering the Valley, so she didn't have much to do anyhow.\n\nOnce they had said their goodbyes, her gaze drifted further away, to the rest of the Tree. The sheer vastness of it was beyond anything that she might be able to comprehend, but that only intensified the feelings of anticipation that were swelling up in her. Fragarie, the Strawberry Maiden and soon to be World Explorer! She waved her new friend goodbye, then fluttered away, using her leaf wings to jump and glide between the roots of the tree, searching for other realms that might populate this area. She could have asked him if there was anywhere like that nearby, but discovering them herself was half of the fun! She couldn't just throw the exploration it away like that."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "**SKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRR!**\n\n*Like nails on a chalkboard, the terrible cries of __something__ scraping against Yggdrasil's mighty roots bellowed for as far as the eye could see, and furthermore still for whatever ears were made to endure it. These ghastly shrieks were accompanied by gnashing metal scraps and wood whose agonized moans made certain how they were brought to the brink of breaking. Brief intermittent pauses followed each terrible push forward but it was of little consolation for anyone misfortunate enough to be subjected to all this commotion. Yet now you must fathom, how anyone might fancy anything in all these terrible cries?*\n\n\"...-Da-da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaa~!\"\n\n*By now we're sure you aren't too terribly surprised, but the question was not who- but how?*\n\n\"Before the boat had hit the water! The whale's tail came up and caught her! All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her! When she dived down low- huh? Ehm- Soon may the Nacheran come! To bring us sugar and tea and rum! One day, when the tonguing is done! We'll take our leave and goooo~!\"\n\n*Our beloved Nach sat within a cobbled together canoe, who looked about as ghastly as the ghastly shrieks it eeked aloud with every scrape against Yggdrasil's roots. Amidst her singing, she ushered this \"Mighty\" Vessel on with a pair of sticks- which nearly appeared like oars of a kind.*\n\n\"No line was cut, no whale was freed! The captain's mind was not of greed! And he belonged to the Nacheran's creed! She took that ship in tow- huh? Soon may the Nacheran come! To bring us sugar and tea and rum! One day, when the tonguing is done! We'll take our leave and goooo~!\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The roots of the World Tree were usually a quiet place. That was what Fragarie had learned over the past few days of travel along the roots, searching for new realms to explore. As such, the little demigod was startled out of her sleep by the sudden cacophony. She had been sleeping under one of the roots, clinging to the bottom in her waspish form. Upon hearing the cacophony, she lost her grip on the root, her wings beginning to instinctively flutter as she turned back upright and crawled up to the upper side of the roots. As she did so, she assumed a more humanoid form, her leafy wings occasionally buzzing to help her get her footing on the tree.\n\nThe Strawberry Maiden glanced around, searching for the source of all the noise. It wasn't hard to spot the god in the boat. Normally, she wouldn't be able to recognise a deity, especially one that her mother hadn't met for very long, but given that the goddess was screaming her own name, Fragarie was able to conclude who this was pretty easily. Though the demigod's heart swelled with excitement upon meeting someone else after so long, it was quickly overwhelmed by the terrible screechy nature of the song sparking genuine annoyance in her. It wasn't a new feeling by any means, but that just meant that she very much recognised what the emotion forming in her gut was.\n\n\"Ugh. Aunt Nach, this song is terrible.\" She grumbled under her breath, sticking her fingers into her ears. It had been mostly meant for herself, rather than for the chaotic deity's ears, but it wouldn't be tough for the goddess to hear what she had said, especially since she had invoked the divinity's name. She decided to just take a seat on the root that she was at present perched upon, using her wings as support as she waited for the god to pass. She didn't fear her aunts and uncles, despite them being a lot more powerful than her, but she was a little worried that the god would start singing louder if she tried to approach and ask her to knock it off."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*What followed Fragarie's wrong opinion must've come as rather a shock, for in the middle of rowing forward our Nach came to an abrupt stop after she voiced her complaint. The mad god's curious stare swiftly turned unto the Strawberry Maiden, blinking once, then twice, before a broad smile crossed that sickly face of hers. She arose from within her canoe, scrambling off to the side in an apparent rush to grip onto the edge.* \"Berry overboard! All hands to stations, ready the ropes- bring er aboard! Ehehehehee...\"\n\n*Alas Nach's cries were the unfortunate Fragarie's only warning, before the mad god unfurled a rope from within her pocket! Continuously pulling what'd appear a seemingly endless rope from unfathomable deep pockets, by the time she was finished it occupied about a quarter of the canoe's floor space. With little skill nor finesse, she swung the rope madly through the air before casting her line forth to the Strawberry Maiden. Miraculously, as though the rope moved of its own volition- it began wrapping around the demigod and sought to pull her away and onto the canoe. She could of course resist, but there'd be no telling how a creature such as Nach might react to that.* \"Heave! HO! Heave and away, bring forth our berry!\"\n\n*As though that weren't enough, another Nach was conjured perched onto the bow of their canoe. She however wore a tricorn hat, and peered through an impractically long looking glass.* \"Aye! This berry be ours, best pull er aboard in before these tides CRUSH its body against our here hull!\"\n\n*Not long thereafter, Hat Nach's looking glass shifted onto another startling sight. Emerging over the horizon were a foreboding silhouette of a shark's fin, tied onto the back of yet another Nach conjured out of thin hair! This Nach however hastily sprinted for Fragarie on all fours, gnashing rows of sharpened teeth together.* \"Aahhhh~! CROMCH!\" \n\n\"GAH!\" *Cried Hat Nach.* \"Blighted shark on our starboard side! Ready our death-killers, real our berry in!\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Yagh!\" The Strawberry Maiden let out a cry of surprise as the sudden yoink, flapping her wings on instinct to stop herself from falling into the gaping maw of the Void below. She wasn't even that afraid, to be honest, just surprised and disoriented by the sudden movement. Fearing death would make it easier to threaten her, and so her mom hadn't included that in her when making a Guardian. No, what she felt was the world whirling around her as she was dizzily tossed around by the goddess. That, of course, and confusion, because she had *No idea* What Nach was saying. All she'd ever known were fields of endless wheats, so certain key words that the goddess of chaos was yammering about meant nothing to her, which just made the whole situation even less comprehensible to the already bewildered demigod.\n\n\"What are you even talking about?\" She screamed as she was flung around like a fish resisting the pull of a rod. \"What are tides! What's a hull? WHAT'S A BLIGHTED SHARK?!\" She complained, her vision beginning to change into a swirl of colours as her body seemed to be ragdolled around. Well, not quite, given that she continued to windmill her arms and legs rapidly as she flew through the air, but she couldn't really do much to resist the pull of a full deity. After a moment, though, she figured that this might be some game that her aunt was trying to play with her, and so she decided to play along.\n\nUh, the silhouette with thin hair was supposed to be the bad guy, right? She blew a raspberry at shark-fin Nach, deciding to try and act along with whatever cringey roleplay that her aunt was trying to pull off. Her leaf wings fluttered rapidly as she tried to gain some sense of stability, but it didn't work all that well, not with the power of a god tossing her around. Still, she reassured herself that it had been a valiant effort as the goddess continued to use her as some sort of action figure. What even *Was* An action figure? How did she know that word?"
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Aye-aye!\" *Fortunately Hat Nach's command of the situation proved decisive, for yet another Nach was conjured by the starboard side of their canoe.* \"Death-killers armed, steadying aim, preparing to fire!\" \n\n*...Unfortunately, this Nach wore two eyepatches, one for each eye. This supposed death-killer was just another stick, it however looked a lot like a gun! Wait, what is a gun?* \"FIRE!\" *With a wave of her hand, Hat Nach beckoned for Blind Nach to fire and so she did. Her supposed death-killer was quite the apt name, for a shake of that stick cast a wild surge of fire swooping right past the Strawberry Maiden and unto their dreaded opposition. In an instant their mortality was clarified within a scenario too absurd to believe, an explosion ripped through space where that surge of fire met its mark. Casting an inferno of shimmering colours, swallowing whole that blighted shark and distorting the very in its wake.*\n\n\"**AHAHAHAHAAAA!**\" *But as though in defiance of this raw power, Shark Nach leaped ahead right through these flames- the shark's fin she wore now aflame as was some of her hair.* \"CROMCH!\"\n\n\"GAH! Brace yourselves! Here comes the counterattack...\"\n\n*Shark Nach's broad toothy grin was cracked open, and within their accursed maw an ominous glow illuminated their many jagged teeth, teeth like knives. Fortunately, after only a little resistance on her part the Strawberry Maiden was pulled aboard our many Nachs cobbled together canoe. But alas none of them bothered getting that rope around her off, instead the many Nachs clasped their hands together in anticipation for the Shark's assault.*\n\n\"Welcome aboard our berry! Do try not to die, our voyage shall soon have some ehm... Turbulence!\" \n\n\"Ahahahaaaa! We suppose you're in greater danger here aboard then adrift at sea! Woops.\"\n\n\"Ah! A trick perhaps, do a little trick for us! If it's most pleasurable, then perhaps our shark me will miss. So terribly-terribly distracted they'll be, they won't aim at all and shall instead enjoy your trick!\" \n\n*There wasn't much time for consideration however, for soon thereafter Shark Nach cast their accursed breath of tumultuous flame and dreadful light which ebbed around the surging fire. If however this surge was anything like the previous, then if it met their mark- the consequences could be quite frightening.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She continued to flail around in the air, doing her best to remain out of the way of the fight... If you could even call it that. With a flap of her wings, she pushed herself out of the way of the fireball, knowing that unlike a mortal attack, a fireball from a god could very much kill her in a single shot. Having spent most of her life knowing her mother, she was less in awe at the display of power and more trying not to get obliterated in this childish aunt's playtime. Fortunately for her, it seemed like the goddess of chaos didn't intend to harm her, but it didn't stop her from instinctively trying to get out of the way of any danger right now. Eventually, she was pulled on to the ship, where she took a moment to stop the world from spinning and to regain her bearings. This gave her a few moments to decide what to do, and...\n\nYou know what? Screw it! If her aunt wanted her to play along, she didn't see any harm in doing so. She shot to her feet, pointing a finger at the shark-Nach.\"The, uh, blighted shark is... Starboard?\" She cried. This direction was, rather definitively, not starboard, but she did her best to appear confident as she summoned her own little hat, based off of the one that Hat Nach was wearing. As the shark-Nach roared and jumped at them, though, she let out a little yelp and jumped away from it onto the ship. The sheer speed at which events were happening were less scary and more disorienting.\n\nShe'd have undoubtedly fallen off if not for her wings, which she flapped to regain her balance after the shark-Nach rammed the boat. Her leafy wings unfurled to try and stabilise her stumbling form as more and more impact shook the fragile surface she was standing upon. Still, her aunt had demanded a trick, and so she quickly forced her own arm open with her shapeshifting powers and tossed some of the strawberry juice into the shark-Nach's eyes. \"Take this! Strawberry Splash!\" She cried at the top of her lungs, hoping she was playing along well."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"**RAAGHHH-**... Mehehm...?\"\n\n*A marvelous trick, and a brilliant distraction to boot! For though this cobbled together canoe was beginning to crumble, and the enemy's accursed fury was soon to be upon them. None could've anticipated the Strawberry Maiden's confluence of skill and purpose, to muster a devastating blow into that blighted shark which assailed them! At first our Shark Nach was confused when she felt suddenly felt like her eyes were burning, yet confusion was soon followed by splendor! Blinking once to have her eyes turn into little mouths, made for the explicit purpose of catching whatever strawberry juice she could.*\n\n*This was quite fortunate, for without eyes a shark couldn't aim their dreadful fire breath and in an effort to catch all the juice she could Shark Nach tipped her head this way and that- completely missing the Strawberry Maiden! And only some of their fair ship caught aflame! Thus the maiden survives our Nach's nachinations still, much to everyone's delight.*\n\n\"Ahaha! Most marvelous, most marvelous indeedly! We've even a little light for our ship now, we do suppose it was getting quite chill-chilly around here..\"\n\n\"Now! For OUR counter-counter attack, cast this blighted shark away we say-we say!\"\n\n\"Aye-aye!\" *Blind Nach saluted in the wrong direction, aiming their stick backwards toward themselves instead of Shark Nach and instead of firing it at all she swung it straight into the shark's skull.* \"BONK!\"\n\n\"GAAHHH!\" *Cried Shark Nach, who after being knocked back from the \"Ship\" Was sent blasting off into the heavens. Wildly flailing around, breathing fire everywhere, and soon disappearing from view.*"
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