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GreatWyrmGold

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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #15 on: January 22, 2014, 01:52:47 pm »

((It bugs me a bit that everything's circular. Let's change that!))

Mountains sprouted up across the land, and rivers began to flow.

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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #16 on: January 22, 2014, 03:10:00 pm »

Year 1000
Tag saw the storms, and he sought once more to defend the mortals that would arise. He drained the moisture from a vast swathe of earth, and set it in an orb above the Land. the ground from which it had been taken withered to dust, and a great desert was born.
 The Fourth saw the globe of water as Zorgoth slept - it seized it with relish, determined to break the uniformity of the Land. A crack began to open, from the bottom of the desert to the ocean far in the East - as it formed, a stream of water fell from the globe, flooding the gap. Thus the first great river was formed.
 The Shaper known as the Second acted less favourably - the mountains it had caused to rise it polluted, and what little life that had begun to encroach its borders stopped its advance. The shadows of the mountains grew longer than they should, and the springs that bubbled forth from the rocks grew foul or faded altogether. An arid heat spread throughout the plateau, a fine coat of red dust collecting on its slopes - a warning of its hostility.
 The last Shaper was the Fifth. But if it acted, it was in ways even the Watcher himself cannot see. However, before its gaze, the land began to rumble and grate - a shift in the fabric of the world itself. And as the tumult rose, a ridge began to form on the bare island. The ridge rose, forming a peak, and the peak broke open, spewing fire and ash into the skies - and still it rose, until it seemed the mountain was the sky itself. As the embers cooled, it could be seen that around the peak lay a number of smaller mountains, their bases acting as guides for the streams of lava that flow from their parent.


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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #17 on: January 25, 2014, 06:01:28 am »

Tag continued watching his territorry, deciding to create a more habitable area inside the ring of mountains. He decided to create a lush grassland inside the ring, fit for any race that would make the ring their home.
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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #18 on: January 25, 2014, 02:18:32 pm »

X the Undefined tosses two more Corruptions on his wastelands.

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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #19 on: January 25, 2014, 02:29:15 pm »

Finally seeing his chance Zorgoth creates the Hydra a race of giant four-headed winged element-breathing lizards who's first two eggs were ejected from the Elemental Scar itself and landing in the Oasis Mountain Ring creating the Lands of Draconia.
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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #20 on: January 26, 2014, 11:21:51 am »

The mountains and woods spread over the land. The subcontinent grew hot and dry. The world lived on.

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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #21 on: January 28, 2014, 11:57:33 am »

Create subrace -12: Desert Hydras
As the Hydra grew, food stockpiles depleted. The population in the ring of mountains was growing too large and unwieldy. Some migrated south, to the great desert. They dug into the sand and rested during the day, and hunted at night when the air was cool and the night starry. They grew long in the tail and tooth, swarming up from the sand and eating whatever creature was not wise enough to stay off the sand at night. In exchange for great physical strength and agility, they lost their ability to breathe the elements. Beneath the Earth, great tunnels in the hard earth below the sand stretched from the edge of the mountain ring to the mouth of the great river at the eastern coast.

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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #22 on: January 28, 2014, 01:45:19 pm »

Year 1500

Creatures flocked to the safe haven provided by Tag. The small worms and rodents soon grew in both numbers and types, until every niche was filled. The mighty grazing beasts rested besides more humble fowl, and protected from the world outside, they soon began to flourish, until the grasslands that had formed there could expand no more.
 Then the sanctuary of the haven was broken. For deep within the Elemental Scar two eggs had long been forming, shaped in waiting for a home. Now, their opportunity granted, they were flung far by the great winds of the storm itself on the bidding of their maker, and landed together in the centre of the great grasslands. Where they landed the earth was sundered and rendered burnt, and the swathes of grass swayed in the ensuing tremors. They lay there, undisturbed, for some time, until the fires they left in their wake extinguished - then they shook, and cracked. First emerged a thin neck, on the end of which was a single head - then three more followed, and the shell shattered as two leathery wings pushed outwards joined shortly after their first pair of legs. After these, a tail followed a second pair, and the creatures burst free into the light. As they shook off the last signs of their births, their scales moved from a dull brown to an electric blue, before shifting further to a cloudy white, and last to a leafy green, camouflaged against the grass. their underbellies however, unarmoured as they were, took on the colour of the sky above, mottled with the patterns of clouds.
 The two soared high into the air, stretching their limbs, and at the peak of their flight each let forth bursts from their jaws, both singeing and soothing the air above - their scales flashed once more with colour, before fading back to green. They fixed that site in their memories - almost sacred in their minds - and then they began to hunt.
 No longer were the grasslands a place of peace in the hostile world. the flapping of wings heralded the arrival of the first truly fearsome predator - one that knew not just hunger, but also fury. But they also knew kindness, and with time, more of their kind were born. they bred slower than their prey, but still their stomachs outmatched the prey they relied on. The young, pushed by the dominance of the old, fled their ancestral home and their almost sacred migration back to the craters left by their forefathers. they flew south, across the mountains, and away from the sea, until they came upon a great and barren desert - what little it offered in food was more than made up for in size.
 In time, they grew distorted, more suited to the life this land offered. their scales and bellies grew rough and brown, and their claws and heads flattened, allowing them access beneath the sands. Their wings stunted, and whilst still usable, they were ill suited to long flights. they learnt to hunt at night, feeding in ambushes as often as they hunted, and eventually they found themselves so far removed from their origins that they lost the ability in which their ancestors had been so proud - their gaping mouths revealed no lightning or frost, but only row upon row of fearsome teeth. They dug deep beneath the sands, and even as they hunted by night, by day they built their tunnels further until they stretched in a great network from the mountains to the river that marked the end of their territory.

 But the new uprising of life was not entirely unbalanced. in the south, behind the great barrier of the crimson desert, the plateau grew even more hostile. Where once there had been only a dry spring there flowed rivers of poison, and in the darkness beneath ledges and shaded by peaks there came strange rumblings as the Land had never before seen. What few creatures managed to bypass the border of the desert were reduced to little but bones and dust, the flesh withering of their bones with unnatural speed - the life that had once sustained them absorbed by the very stones themselves.
 
 Despite this, the Land still heaved. It threw up more seed and life around the forests it held, and mountains at their edges. The land around the volcano grew hot and dry, the plains of volcanic glass glinting in the harsh sun.


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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #23 on: January 31, 2014, 08:10:33 am »

Tag decided to leave the desert area, turning his attention to the small bit of land to the east of it. There, he decided to create a massive swamp. After that, he made the swamp somewhat colder, and less scorching than the desert.

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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #24 on: February 03, 2014, 04:22:37 pm »

The time had come to enact great change upon the barren land. Mustering his deep reserves of power, X drove its mighty hand into the earth, and shattered the land with a great crack, cradling the tumultuous maelstrom in the south in its ringed embrace. From the chasm bubbled forth a flood of molten rock, like the first blood of a great injury. This upwelling of fire cooled, died, and settled into a ring of mountains, the color of blood half congealed, and under X's careful ministrations, six great stone hands reached for the sky, grasping at six great rubies. It was an accursed place; the range had a fell aura about it which warded most off from its crimson reach. The only way to cross was to pass through the untamed maelstrom the range cradled, as a gem in its socket. South of the untamed vortex, affected by its wild energies, the land hardened, cracked, and gave way to rolling hills of cobalt.

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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #25 on: February 03, 2014, 04:36:42 pm »

Feeling a surge of power Zorgoth lifted the ground around Draconia allowing seawater to create a mighty moat. Then he used that land to shore up the gaps in Draconia's defensive wall.

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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #26 on: February 07, 2014, 12:53:03 pm »

Another spring welled up in the mountains, disgorging clear water down to the sea. Along its banks sprouted mighty forests.
To the north of the mountains, the cold land finally built up enough ice and snow to be called a true glacier.
Meanwhile, a great creature was born. From deep within the Scar, a creature of the elements was born. A massive quadruped, covered in smooth gray skin with a white belly, blue head, and yellow stripes. It had a four long necks and four longer tails. It had no wings, but it could float among the clouds. It controlled the elemental forces of the world and was unaffected by them. It was Tempest, the Storm Dragon, the First of Dragonkind.


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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #27 on: February 12, 2014, 05:00:29 pm »


First the mountains rose to the west of the forest, and then the cold in the west began. The cold from the tundra began to grow, forming over the west and freezing it over.
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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #28 on: February 14, 2014, 04:49:12 am »

Year 2000

 As time passes, silt and sand from the desert wash down river, gathering at it’s mouth. With a little encouragement, plants take root, and a primitive swamp begins to form. A slight chill rests in the air here, and in colder seasons the water frosts over - not completely, but enough to offend the touch of most of the creatures that live there.
 However, the new terrain had little time to settle as the land began to shake once more, as it had in times past. Mud spilled the banks as to the south the Land sundered, and from those chasms rose mountains of deepest crimson. Fog rolled down from their peaks, a metallic taste in the air, and they seemed to draw on the spirits of those who saw them. 7 gaps stood in the range - the first was filled by the Elemental Scar, a barrier most effective. In the others arose great stone fists, clutching rubies in their grasps.
 To the north, the Land split also, but here the waters of the sea flooded in. The loosed land pushed upwards, turning the hills to mountains and the mountains to vast fortresses of solid stone, and the ring formed an island.
 More mountains rose to extend the range in the West, and a second river ran down from those that were already there. In their shadows, the heat faded, sending these lands into a state of snow ice in all but the warmest of ages. The North was most affected, the cold working its way into the ground itself, which froze solid, before being covered over by deep white snow.
 And as the shaking ceased, a single being arose from the Scar. It floated gracefully upwards, looking around as it rose above the peaks around it.


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Re: Dawn of Worlds IC
« Reply #29 on: February 14, 2014, 03:13:39 pm »

Tag looked at the swamp he made. It was beatiful beyond belief to him. He decided that there must be creatures populating this beautiful and unoccupied part of the world. To this end, he searched for eggs. He finnaly found what he had been looking for, a seemingly abandoned cluster of crocodile eggs, likely scattered away by the storm. He took these eggs to the swamp, where he granted the unborn crocodile hatchlings intelligence, and giving them a humanoid body, with the features of a crocodile.

Create race: Crocodilians -22
((I hope this is good enough, at least.))
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