"During the time men live without a common power to keep them all in awe, they are in that conditions called war; and such a war, as if of every man, against every man."
The First City appeared upon the moon, the creation of Soolien. It was a fantastical city composed of crystal. Its shape and architecture changed to meet the needs of its inhabitants. A gift to the gods, two keys, one for Acter and one for Rexilium. The keys could shape the city to the will of the gods. Yet the city itself breathed and changed for its mortal residents. Three doors were to allow mortals to populate the reclusive city. The first mortals to walk through the door are the Incilatro. The fruitbirds were surprised and amazed by the city. Lumps of crystal stones grew into trees before their very eyes. A crystal forest for the Incilatro to inhabit. One took a step forward and found themselves incredibly light. One tripped and brought their wings up, but found themselves not upon the ground at all. They found that they could fly in the low gravity. Upon this discovery the Incilatro took to the skies, flying to the crystal tree tops. They gave great praise to Soolien, the spirit of the city which gave them this wondrous ability. Sciro came later, by foot they arrived at the gates of the city, their prophet hypothesizing its existence. They too were enchanted by the wonderous city, and the crystal buildings mimicked the architecture of their homeworld. Low laying domes, raised gazebos, and intricate underground systems grew themselves from the rock. All were amazed, many gave worship to the city's guardian. The city and many of the other populated areas are covered in an improvement field, this prevents damage from low gravity and increases the productivity of those within it slightly.
New life sprung up upon the moon of this worlds moon. Clouds of grass begin to form around the moon, giving constant shade and only plummeting to the earth long after their death. Still, the floatsam gives shelter to another creature, the ducklike silverwing. These birds live and nest among the floatsam, from there they eat whatever they can find, normally bottle fruit. A rushed purchase is made and the reverse trees appear all across the moon. The Sciro have mixed feelings about these trees and heated debate divides the population. Many of the followers of acter wish to understand the trees and think hard about their biology. Yet others who believe more in the great tree of salvation think these trees to be an abomination. They are unholy plants, and their appearance is a sign that the new land of the moon which holds them is also unholy. Some sciro begin developing stone axes, and use them to cut down these trees. They then burn the unholy wood, as it is unsuitable for mortal use and corruptive to the soul! Much conflict and discussion erupts among the Sciro.
Fly-apples appear on the moon as well as Verdance and Pangaea. These fruits have rotating leaf blades on their ends that allow them to rise up into the air. This is much more effective on the moon than on the planet itself. The apple flys vines grow to great lengths and their fruit is delicious. Incilatro begin collecting the vines and using them as ropes. Many however see them as unnatural and refuse to eat the fruit, thinking it poisonous. The disappearance of some Incilatro (likely to a distant city) emboldens this rumor and the tasty fruit are discarded. Some go so far as to smash or burn the fruit or cut the vines so they fly away and no longer loom above their simple lives like unholy angels of death.
Great events begin unfolding upon the continent of Verdance. Iorob, prophet of Tauron, gathers a following of the Boroi. He preaches the holy word of the earth and tells them to move away from the other Boroi. This angers the god of war Kyazir who gifts many Boroi with divine weapons. Notably, Iorob's tribe receives no weapons. Many of Boroi receive weapons, most do not. The bloodshed is incredible. Bodies fall left and right, up and down, inside and out. In hours the entire social structure of the Boroi is changed. More than 90% of the population dies. Yet not all reproduce and there is a significant drop in Boroi population. The old warlords are dead, yet no new ones arise. The Boroi have entered a state of nature that far surpasses any Hobbsian philosophies. Every boroi fights for themselves against every other boroi. Was is everywhere, in everyone. The war god is quite invigorated by these events. Iorob's village is, at first, total war, though it is not without heavy losses. The true danger to this village was not from Kyzars wild boroi which have taken upon themselves a future of total rights and freedoms. It comes from within. The weapons of hardened stones are gifted to this tribe, and the power structure is horribly disrupted. Many are slain as opportunistic and ambitious boroi suddenly have weapons. While the prophet survives, their tribe does not. It too falls into chaos. Yet there are those who still kill in the name of Tauron, and their blood wets the earth. Boroi civilization has fallen! Each boroi now fights every other boroi. Life for them is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
This is not limited to the Boroi. In the south of Verdance some boroi gain weapons, and since they are so few and far between, they were already living solidary lives. Yet when the weapons came to them, they believed it a sign of god, and founded themselves kingdoms. Some tastha were enslaved by these new warlords and small fiefdoms arose. Similar small kingdoms sprung up on Pangaea among the Icanthi as boroi warlords armed with steel gained followers and power. While the boroi on Verdance descended into the state of nature, others claimed themselves chosen by the gods and ascended to become small kings.
The majority of the Tasatha are unaffected by these events, and they too gained a gift. The Skycloth shows the layout of the sky reguardless of the clouds or sun, through it, the stars always shine. The Tasatha rejoice and are quite excited by the new cloth. They notice the sigil upon it, and take it as their own. It begins the first written language, the first word ever written, "Sky". Many tasatha begin willingly following a few Boroi warlords, for their swords are divine proof that the sky sent them to rule.
The intense bloodshed on Verdance attracts the Minotaur to the continent. It begins its long swim across the ocean.
The spider queen however introduces new life to the world. Giant millipedes now wander across the continent hunting beast and mortal alike.
A great storm begins to rage across the world, the arrival of the typhoon monster, stirring the air and clouds. However, the combined force of the gods drives the beast away from this universe and prevents its entry through the heavens. Intense calculations were made by acter, and the apt use of chaos caused their entry into this world to become incredibly difficult. In the end, the beast abandoned their pursuit.
The angel Rycial remains silent, but does not depart. Eventually it speaks,
No god has proven themselves better than the rest. Many have claimed righteousness, some have shown it, others have whispered it in my ears.
Yet none have proven themselves better than all the rest. I shall remain a while longer and see if one can truly demonstrate or argue they are unequivocally superior. The mythos of mortals has changed slightly.
Most boroi now give thanks to the deliverer of the swords. Proof of a divine power is now obvious to them. To those who live near or have begun to rule over small groups of Tasatha, this god is synonymous with sky.
The prophet of Tauron has lost his following, but his word is not lost. While the tribe has splintered and descended into chaos, the weapons granted gave weight to the words of the prophet, and they let the blood of the slain sink deep into the earth.
The Sciro and Incilatro incorporate Soolien into their mythos. The spirit of the city is seen as a bringer of wonders and a source of wisdom and guidance. Many look to it as a true god and some abandon their previous religions in light of the power the spirit wields. Most believe that the improvement field is the work of the spirit.
The Incilatro think the appleflys are evil and refuse to eat them. Though some begin to use their vines like rope. Religious fever begins to spread as the fruits are rumored to be poisonous and devilish. Some come to worship Julius, and their prophet, though this number is few.
Three offers are made during this era.
The first is from a lessor aberration
Aedanusuirillystiphosidarap. It doesn't speak the language of the gods, and just rambles in incomprehensible tongues and moving its tentacles in ways that defy the laws of physics. The strange creature then furnishes several eldritch acts and holds them out to the gods. There are three in all, and it seems to be requesting something in exchange for them. However it seems the universe is unhappy with this creature here, and it would take the support of a majority of the gods to even consider dealing with this thing. You believe a minor use of power could assist in translating it's language into something that can fit within the laws of physics.
The second request is from a bounty hunter. The demigod
Faceslayer.
I come to this world to slay mighty beasts and collect their power for myself. No beast can defy me,
nor escape me. I will slay all monsters who pose a challenge to my mighty strength. For two acts, I will slay any beast which plagues you, my lords. The third offer is one from an independent race of mortals, the
Ishagi. The Ishagi are a race of mortals with a foreign patron, they are a slow growing and wise race of constructs who form themselves from elements. Its likely that their race began as elementals of some sort, or descendants of elemental spirits, but has evolved away from that path. Each Ishagi is built from bits of the world, some are earth or water, others metal or wood. Their composition changing to become more like the area they find themselves in as new members are constructed. It seems that the last iteration of this particular tribe found themselves on a planet of machination and poison, likely why they left. For two acts one could give them passage into this world. They are an advanced race, capable of construction, writing, architecture, and many of the technologies that your mortals have yet to discover.
Done writing for now. Will edit in act inventories. Like always, I missed something. I don't know what it is yet, but I'm sure you'll tell me when you come across it.
Crazyabe gains a chaos act from the Great War.
Taricus gains a war act from the Great War.
Taricus gains an act from the tasatha.
Acter gains an act from the Sciro.
D7 gains an act from the fruitbirds with an impossible to spell correctly name.
SC777 gains an act from the Annelids.
SC777 gains an act from the boroi.
Nakeen gains a minor act from the Duro.
NRDL gains an act from various city worshipers.
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Topic: Gods of Creation III (IC) (Read 30975 times)