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[Humaan]

The First Era, the Era of Birth, has Begun!

Light. A thing which many underestimate, yet a thing which we cannot live without. Throughout the dimensions there was plenty of light to be seen, some growing dim, some growing brighter. In the elegance of this light, infinite worlds grow, prosper, die, and the cycle continues again.

So, when a new light appears, a new torch which a world can live, can thrive, appears, there is a reason behind it. The will of the cosmos calls them the Children of Light. In common society, we know it, as the Overgod. An entity beyond time, beyond space, beyond reason of many people. The Torchbearer of a new World. The creator of a new universe. The lone being which formed the worlds.

Indeed, it was his hand which created the two element, matter and energy, stagnation and change, the principles which build the stars above, the ground beneath us, and the light of day and the dark of night. It is from these elements that magic is formed in its most base of forms, which pushes the heat and cold of the world, and changes the weather of the world.

Yet, when the elements come together, a new element was created, whether as a remnant of the Overgod's power or as something else entirely. The Divine element, the element of changing stagnation, of difference in a world gone dark. From this gather new entities, those we call Gods, those which the world is shaped.

Gods were born not into a world filled with wonder, though. Those born First awoke to see the world as it used to be, The Great Wastes. A single land large as the beautiful seas, but few ever see the seas when the world lacks many life. The seas  are full of life over the Wastes which Men live, the first of those intelligent. We did not see any light, we were one with the animals in the world, we did not know who were the gods.

Yet the gods were powerful from their recent birth. What would they do, is the question?

The Overgod has created the World and the Stars.
The World is have seas which carry an abundance of life, and a world which is a waste filled with few oasis's of life.
The only intelligent being is Man, though their intelligence is hard to see under an animal-like behavior.
Akarvi, God of Weather, has been born.
Dalkaral, God of Water, has been born.
Maxime, God of Goals, has been born.
Archmagus, God of Madness, has been born.

Spoiler:  All Players (click to show/hide)

Yes, not all of you awaken this turn. Do not fret; you will awaken eventually this era, and everyone will awaken at the same time next era.

Act Rules this Era:
1 Act Can: Create a geological landmark, influence a current intelligent race, create a non-intelligent race, alter the land to fit your sphere, or create a medium-level artifact.
2 Acts Can: Create a major geological landmark, greatly influence a current intelligent race, create a new intelligent race, or create a major artifact.
3 Acts Can: Almost Limitless, split the land, lower the oceans, create a entire group of races, etc.


Also, as a note, magic already exists, so don't create it.

[Scelly9]

((PTW for mah turn))

[The Immortal End]

The End awakened and saw man. Man lacked drive so he whispered to them and they moved.

However he created his own people who he would truly cherish. Through a magical means they preserved memories and souls however they lived short lives and only the greatest were remembered. He gave them the privilege to name themselves.

As his final act he created the Titans to guard and protect the fledgling race.

In other words The End is a void who can't see himself but wants to see man move forward. However he builds a race suited to his needs and creates Titans to protect them

And yes I have created a race of Bene Gesserit

I guess I should also say their thought process, basically the lawgiver can be summoned to help a council or a scientist to help another

The Titans only come in need and aren't summoned. The smaller ones come just when borders are invaded the greatest a massive spire miles high is summoned only when the last citadel is attacked and the population has dropped

[agertor]

It was Archmagus who saw man, the colors and thoughts were an organized chaos that intrigued this god. A primitive race full of potential is what the Mad God desired. Finding a good area was best. Forests or grasslands. It was there that Some of the trees began to lose their leaves and their bark turning into a mesh of black, crimson, white and orange, though these were not changing, one tree towards the center grew taller than the most, a tower even among the trees, this one had a changing pattern and color, and if touched or walked near, it would speak an indistinguishable language to man through their minds, gibberish to their ears. The trees seemed to live, to move and to speak through these colors. Knowledge is what Archmagus wished to give to man. For now though within these colored trees. He went to protect man. The trees seemed to whisper at times as if speaking.

These trees would be known as "The Living Trees"

Their job was to watch over man. Though if man were to try to chop down one of these trees, they would not sleep that night, the whispers would be as screams. They would hopefully learn not to fell any tree that was given life.

-Trees which have not been made Living Trees will not be taboo to chop down, they will be allowed to fell normal trees.-

[Shootandrun]

Dalkaral awoke in the deepest of all seas, slowly and silently. At first he saw only darkness and he heard only silence, but as time passed he started to hear the creatures living in these waters. He rose from the depths towards the surface, and the first thing that he saw was the sun. It seemed incredibly bright when compared to the darkness beneath the seas, and while Dalkaral appreciated the light that revealed the secrets of the water, the sun was too powerful for his taste. He returned down deep, and there he remembered the beauty of light and the burning heath of the star that produced that light.

He visited all the seas of the world, and he learned to know them, but he never left the water. The water was cool and peaceful, but the world outside was too bright and too hot for this God who came from the depths. He eventually realized that water was stagnant on that world - the only movement came from the living creatures that swan and thrived underwater. He decided that it should be changed. Slowly but surely, Dalkaral started to spread his power inside the seas. His power was much like him - untamable and energetic. His energy filled the waves, and the world started to change.

Never again would the water stay stagnant. Never again would the seas be limited by simple barriers of earth. One week after he had started his work, the first waves of that world were created - always beating against the shores of the great wastes, always trying to break through. The waves became stronger and seemed to gain a will for themselves as he acted. Three years after his work, there were lakes and rivers inside the great wastes where the earth had not been strong enough to stop the furious movement of the water. Ten years afterwards, there were islands where there had once been hills near the coast.

Dalkaral watched his final work, satisfied. The geography of that world would never remain stable for long - the water was now too powerful for that. It would not engulf the entirety of the surface, but it would make the world change a little every year. He knew that within a few hundreds of years new continents would rise from the water and old ones would be submerged. Water was no longer bound by eternal borders.

Dalkaral creates Waves, and makes the water of the world extremely powerful and energetic. Because of that action, continents will never have a clear geography - a great plain might be a sea a hundred years later, a great continent might be split in two by a new ocean within a thousand years, etc.

[Armok]

The goddess of goals analysed the situation.

It was found inadequate. Things drifted aimlessly, without purpose or meaning. Plants, just standing there, like soft minerals. Animals walking without direction, like wind-up toys. Humans, supposedly intelligent, yet lazing about, with no though of tomorrow and no need for such.

So she created NEEDS: Hunger, thirst, lust. Needs to grow and needs to get rid of waste products. In the plants need for light. In all things, need for air. And many others.

And so she observed: and indeed, there was strife, and from necessity was spawned goals and strategies in all living things. Yet the humans, with their cunning, and more importantly collaboration, quickly overcame most of these obstacles. Sure, their progress was slow on many of these, but it was clear that eventually any static challenge would be overcome. To keep the beings of intelligence striving, a task was needed that scaled to whatever competence they achieved, that pitted them against themselves and each others in a zero sum game.

And so, Maxime created Politics, the hunger for power over ones fellow beings.

[Chaos Armor]

The newly born Akarvi looked around him. But to his despair he saw nothing but wastes. He wished to survey the rest of the world to see what it looked like, so he created clouds. He rode on clouds around the world until he had seen everything. Satisfied that he had seen everything he wrought weather patterns in whatever way pleased him. In one area there were heavy snows and ice. In another it was hot and humid with tons of rain. And so Akarvi deity of weather created climates.

Pleased with the creation of weather patterns, climates (really just the same thing as weather patterns, but you know the difference), and clouds Akarvi sat back and watched.

[Humaan]

Turn 1

The Overgod's world awoke one day under a sun which always remained the same. The wastes warmed the same way they did before, the seas remained calm,  man remained unaware, the trees stood still in the oasis of the world which had been made under the principles of an entity which was gone and no longer cared for the world he created. An abandoned world, with an abandoned lifestyle not unlike animals. The planet went dark, and none sought anything more.

This was the world the Firstborn of the Gods were born to. A world alien, a world unfamiliar, a world hostile to the thought of a god. The world needed some change, and change soon followed soon after the gods were born. Clouds went over the wastes, attacking the dry mountains and parched plains with the power of the sky. Rain poured over many parts of the world, and life slowly increased with time due to this. Man had to adapt to the first of many changes, cherishing new life with more people, covering more of the new world.

The sea grew restless, as many of men noted. The ocean had altered, the very water which was contained inside the wave moving across the land with the might of titans. Rivers had rose from what appeared to be nothingness, and life prospered in different ways. Beings from the land saw strange creatures which they had never seen before, fish from the ocean seeing the new paths which were filled with different light and shades. The newfound strength of water had problems as well. Waves, tall as some of the tallest trees, had engulfed many parts of the coast. The coast would sometimes be safe, but many saw the waves as dangerous, making the shore a place alien to many. Few would be stranded, and islands dotted the seas far away from most life.

The land itself began to change from a force which none yet understood. From the trees came a new, much more different thing than what the world had ever seen. The trees grew bare, changing colors to a large variety of strange things, one of these trees even growing many times larger than the tallest in the forest. Few humans really knew what the trees knew, the tree babbling and whispering in silence of the world. Some humans ventured in there, following game which had went into the forest. They fled empty-handed, growing fearful of the trees voices, but believing that the trees were a way the world talked to man, the trees were deemed to sacred to destroy.

Man had needed many things since the original birth. It wasn't a need which was commonly followed through as a absolute thing. If man was hungry, they looked for food, and if they found it, that was okay. Yet the divine changed that. When hunger strikes, you would try to find food as quick as possible. It was no longer acceptable to live in the dirt. A few individuals, feeling a new aura of dominance, went to rule the people which for long periods of time had no concept of ruling.

And, as the Firstborn came from the divine energy, the Secondborn came into a world much friendlier, but much odder, than the world the Firstborn would see.

Weather has spread across the world, allowing life to spread in the disappearing wastes. -1 Act
The oceans, with their newfound energy, cause rivers to form, and people to flee the coast. Few islands are in existence at the moment. -1 Act
Living Trees, while humans seem to dislike it, are considered the "voices of the earth" and by simple humans are considered sacred. -2 Acts
Humans have become more obsessed with fulfilling their needs. -0 Acts (Divine Influence)
Humans which carry ambition are forming larger units which have real leadership. -1 Act
The Angel, God of Death, has been born.
The End, God of Endings, has been born.

Code: [Select]

Archmagus - 0 Act(s)
Akarvi - 1 Act(s)
Dalkaral - 1 Act(s)
Maxime - 1 Act(s)
The Angel - 1 Act(s)
The End - 1 Act(s)


Spoiler: Notes (click to show/hide)

Just two more gods to go.

Divine Influence means that a gods presence itself caused an event. Really, It's so people don't lose an act over something weak which isn't worth much anyway.

Also, as you can see, you need to be careful about how you define your actions. Talking trees are pretty intelligent, if you ask me...

Any questions will be answered, so don't worry.

[Fniff]

Death is simple, and silent. When you die, nothing shall move. Silence. No afterlife, no singing, no hope... Death is simply blank. Not even darkness, it is simply nothing.

The Angel stands in the point of nothingness, feeling nothing, seeing nothing. He is nothing. There is nothing. It is simply non-existence. Then the things change. Then the nothingness stops. He is in such shock that he stays static within a vast plain of brown dirt. Soon, grass grows around him, and humans start to live around him. He does not exist. He is nothing, merely a statue around which the humans worship. A faceless angel wearing a white robe. Then his eyes open.

The humans do not notice. Then everything starts to die. First the grass, then the trees, then the humans themselves. Everything dies. The human's souls are absorbed into the Angel, and he shudders. So, so tasty. He did not feel like this before. Now the souls are inside him, squirming around him. He gets to work with newfound power. First, the grass turns black. Then the humans get back up. Now they are decomposed, but they shall remain static until their end. A skeleton grows out of the ground. Another. Human-sized skeletons like trees are scattered in groups. When someone dies in this world, the skeleton grows flesh and is separated from the ground. The dead are aware of their existence. They cannot escape, or they shall shatter.

With immortality, their minds shall decay until they simply cannot think. Their bodies will not stop walking. They will not eat, sleep or think by the end. They shall simply be there. Eventually, they'll forget to move.

Static. Nothingness. All in good time.

The Angel creates the Black Plains, a hell of constant twilight, skeletal trees and staggering corpses. Whenever someone dies, they grow a new body here. The longer a mind stays, they more they forget until they forget to think. They cannot leave without dying again, and growing another body.

[Armok]

In dark flame, a figure hidden beneath billowing purple robes, wearing a bronze crown appears before the god of death. And in a cold, terse, matter-of-factly way speaks:

"Angel, I have a proposal. Your death shall befall those who fail at Survival. Survival shall be a cruel task which cannot be won and which gets progressively harder until failure becomes inevitable. They shall fear death in their core, the End of their self. This curse shall be called Mortality, and shall plague all life. Do you agree to cooperate with me in this endeavour?"

[Fniff]

The Angel looks up. The dead shuffle about the plain, and the sky is dimly yellow. It seems like reality itself is dead.

"I shall require more nothingness." He says, simply. He does not care what this thing is, or what it is meant to be doing, but he does want nothingness. "Silence to everything. I cooperate."

[Armok]

"Excellent. Just let your power follow the signal of failing me and you shall find those made easily unfettered by a failing body. The system is all set up. "

[Fniff]

"Activate it. I shall be waiting."

[agertor]

The Mad God watches as the waves begin to crash the earth, Archmagus' Living Trees engulfed under the waves at times as the trees attempt to spread themselves more and more outward. This irritated the Mad God and forced him inland. The tallest tree disappearing and reappearing before a large tribe. Archmagus had wished to give them ways to communicate to the trees. Yet it seemed they only grew suspicious of them. As weather came about, the Mad God was pleased, his trees thrived under what was now rain. It made them sing and grow, however the waves of the oceans posed a problem. The trees while able to grow steadily, would not be able to do so under water. In response, and to attempt to aid humans in knowledge further, the grass they stood on would begin to turn blues and oranges, patches of pink and yellow. Bushes would bear fruits in odd shapes, the trees as well. Some wheat would grow in a variety of colors, despite the alien looking vegetation, Archmagus had hoped that man would learn to cultivate the land, so they need not live off the land, but begin to take a little control. Knowledge would bring about his goal in the end. Though his trees under the water would die and be forced to grow more in land. The Mad God would tolerate this, but was not pleased that his Living Trees were dying under chaos of waves. While the grass on land began to grow different colors, it would also spread to the sea as it came over. Sea Grass hanging on rocks, the whispers would also be heard under the water now. Trees may not live, but grass could. If possible, the grasses would communicate with waves, to try and soothe them, they sang to the waves in a language perhaps the waves understood, "You harm my trees, what is it you want?" The Mad God's song was of anger.

*Makes vegetation and grasses available to men on land, and grasses under the water thrive in sea, trees are still only land-based, attempting to get man to take these new wheat and fruits to cultivate them into farms. As well as using grasses under the water to try and enter communication with Dalkaral*

[Armok]

"I have already done so."

The figure gives a polite bow, and disappears as suddenly as it came.

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Observing the mad gods idea of farming, although foreseeing an eventual conflict with this deity, Maxine smiles uppon his persistence in pursuit of his goals, and of humans implementing such a far reaching solution to the need to feed as agriculture.