District 5
Mechanical GraveyardNobody looms over a massive block, its faces glowing blue. Once, this had been the heating element of a great forge; now, it would function as both flame and anvil. Roiling liquid metal flowed across its surface, though not one drop spilled; six colors, green, gold, blue, red, white, and grey. In hand was a hammer, black and gold, itself churning, but held in its shape.
One hand guides the materials together: grey flows to white flows to green, as the others dance across and within the other shades, lending it a shining iridescence. The other hand comes
down with the hammer, and form begins to show.
Down comes the hammer; the metals are straight.
Down comes the hammer; the metals are strong.
Down comes the hammer; the metals are sharp.
Down comes the hammer as the blade is built.
It is white to halfway up, green halfway down; where they would meet, the metals are sharply divided by a grey chevron. The blue glow of the heat seeps into the edges, never to be lost. The metal itself still flows, crashes, recedes, like the ocean in a hurricane. These are not mundane metals; they are the divine power of
creation given form, and held in shape by power alone.
But the blade is missing something. Look where it should be held; only the tang extends. To the side, puddles of metal yet remain, largest among them gold and green. The hammer comes
down once more; green metal divides as the gold coalesces.
Down the hammer strikes; the gold shines like the long-lost sun.
Down the hammer strikes; the green is verdant beyond any life left here below.
Down the hammer strikes, and a beneath it takes form a four-pointed star, enveloped by a wreath of metal leaves. As they slide onto the blade, the bond is formed; the guard shall never loosen.
And yet there is one last piece to be attached, and no more metal left behind. But no, that is not true.
The hammer warps, its old duty done. The head compresses, twists, as it shifts from a blunt instrument to a diamond of gold. The handle lengthens, twirls, as gold and black intertwine into an elegant spiral. And when it is done, down comes what once was the hammer, the last piece of the blade, the handle.
As it slides down the tang, a tangible pressure builds. Lightning courses along the metal - green, gold, blue, red, white, grey, black. Seven metals, seven colors, seven Acts. The artifact itself resists the binding of such power; as the handle inches closer, magnetic force tries to push it away. Even a god struggles to assemble such a potent construction; Nobody could do it.
The handle impacts the guard, and there is a
click, barely audible.
All is silent for a moment.
And then the
blade erupts with the force of Creation bound within it. Liquids sizzle on the surface, dusts turn to flames in a myriad colors from the heat, roiling metal refuses to calm-Then sheets of gold wrapped themselves around the blade, constraining it, insulating it, protecting it, protecting
from it. Nobody had seen its potency, its power. It was a force of
creation, yes - but it was volatile, as true
creation often was. Primordial, from a time before order or chaos could be meaningfully differentiated. No, earlier - this was the essence that had declared, to an empty eternity of nothing, that
I want be something. Go somewhere. Do something. I want things to change. It is the declaration that where there was nothing,
there shall be something.This was the force that ended eternity. This was the force that began forever.This was GENESIS.And it will have to do.Nobody stalked off, a blade in each hand and a storm of golden pages at their back. This world had a place for everything, but nothing had overstayed its welcome.
Even through its sheathe, bursts of steam, flame, and smoke in a cavalcade of colors cascaded off
the blade.
7 Act Artifact:
GenesisSize: 1
Severity: 7
Physical Description: Longsword with a white-and-green blade (with an edge lightly glowing blue), a four-pointed gold star wreathed in leaves as the guard, and a black handle ending in a diamond-shaped gold pommel. The entire object constantly swirls and shifts as if made of liquid, and it perpetually sheds material that it is perpetually creating.
Magical Effect:
CREATION. Pushed into overdrive when encountering nothingness/vacuum, which it turns into
stuff at an even more accelerated rate.
And with it,
Nobody is off to destroy create end begin undo [].
(Thank you, Superdorf!)