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[Roboson]

After the other gods had acted, a final god appeared to finish off the lingering eldritch beings which roamed scattered across the lands. Kamoan stood from where he sat, upon a heavenly pile of gold and silver coins, which shifted ahead of him as he walked, forming steps of coins laid out before him as he strolled across the sky. As he went, a single golden coin would occasionally shoot down from the swirling pile beneath him, striking the remaining beings. The divine coinage struck the beasts, sticking onto their bodies and spreading out until the entirety of the beast was covered in the metal. Then the metal began to contract. As it did so, it crushed the beast, growing smaller and smaller until the entirety of the monster was devoured by the greedy coin. Their job done, each coin clinked to the ground. “Money well spent,” says the smiling god as he continues his stroll across the sky.


While the other gods looked upwards to the sky Kamoan looked down to the earth. “There is little sense in building a wall which surrounds as little as this. What small value this world has.” said the god with a contemplative frown. His brow furrowed as he looked about, his gaze eventually setting on a volcano. He peered down into it, deep into the mantle until he saw what he was looking for. “Yes, this will do.” Kamoan takes a small gem from his infinite hoard and holds it up, appraising it in the sunlight. He takes a drop of his blood and soaks the gem, before dropping it into the volcano. He then begins his casual stroll back to his preferred vantage point to watch his actions unfold.

Slowly the gemstone sinks down through the molten rock, deep into the earth. Moments after Kamoan returned to sitting on his infinite hoard of wealth, every volcano across the land erupted simultaneously, casting fire, stone, and ash into the sky across the world. And from these eruptions, great beasts flew forth to plunder this world. The dragons, the first mortal beings to grace this land, were born.

Forged in the heart of this world from Kamoan’s own power, the dragons were an incredibly long lived, incredibly intelligent, and commanded powerful magical abilities. These mighty beings, born of Kamoan, would greatly enrich this world.

Spoiler: Dragons (click to show/hide)

Dragons are a mighty race, gifted with long life, incredible intelligence, and powerful magical capabilities. However, born of Kamoan, they are cursed with an inescapable desire to hoard wealth, in whatever form that takes.

Dragon biology is rather unusual. To the outside observer, one may simply see a greedy monstrocity, but their hoards serve more than just a symbol of strength and status to other dragons. Dragons are indeed, by nature, greedy. However, their hoards serve greater purpose than this. Basking in treasure hardens and shades a dragon’s scales, making them vibrant and durable. Particularly greedy or power-hungry dragons may even devour parts of their hoard to amplify this effect, at the cost of diminishing their hoard. Furthermore, dragon eggs are incubated in these hoards beneath their mothers, and the nature of the hoard influences the nature of the dragon. Personality, temperament, coloration, size, strength, magical abilities, gender, and all other factors are determined in half by genetics, and in half by the size and nature of their mother’s incubation hoard. During courtship, wise male dragons will offer gifts to the female, courting her favor, and in all likelihood, improving their shared offspring.

Spend 6DE to create powerful dragons.

Kamoan watched as his first children were born from the earth and took to the sky. He smiled as they came to explore the world, as for now, it belonged to them. But his brow furled once more. Something was missing. The world had gained value, this was certain, but only the dragons themselves had value. There was nothing for his children to hoard. He felt his strength failing, but could not leave them so. He reached into his hoard and tossed coins out across the world, glittering gifts for his children to discover.

Kamoan spends 2DE to cast a large number of Golden Kamoanian Kent's across the world. Half are hidden in caves and other hidden places, half are left out in the open.

Spoiler: Kamoanian Kent (click to show/hide)

The Kamoanian Kent, or just Kent, is a two sided golden coin. One side displays an image of Kamoan holding up his symbol, a jeweled chalice. The other side depicts beautiful dragon scales.

With this Kamoan was pleased with the world. It was a good investment, and he looked forward to watching it grow. Occasionally he made himself known to his children.

Periodically Kamoan will send dreams of a random coin to all the dragons. These dreams always accurately depict Kamoan personally placing the coin in whatever location it currently resides.

[NUKE9.13]

Turn 1: The Wall of Stars

And so did four gods take to the skies, seeking to weave a barrier of starlight to hold the hungering void at bay. Anath, Bastion, Go'Sha, and Ventura pooled their energy together, amassing the power needed to warp reality in untold ways.
Needless to say, such an accumulation of divine power was like the shimmering scales of a succulent fish to the Eldritch Threat, and the weakening of reality it caused offering an open door through to its malign influence. Before the gods could so much as begin on their great work, a great rift manifested before them, and from it emerged a tide of Eldritch Beings- the amorphous blobs seen before, though these now propelled their way towards the gods with great force. Where before they had faced handfuls, the four gods were now presented with an all-but uncountable quantity of the ravenous things.
Still, they had no fear. They were in the heavens- the Eldritch Beings faced the gods themselves, not manifestations. Bastion's great shield was set before the tide, and the seemingly relentless onslaught broke against the immovable barrier. Ventura's gusts of divine wind gathered them up dozens at a time, condensing them into spheres, which Go'Sha subsequently infused with destructive energy until they violently exploded, the eldritch energy vaporised. Those that sought to circumvent the shield found themselves ensnared in Anath's shadows, a darkness deeper than themselves, and with little fanfare they were simply swallowed up. It was, in other words, a rather one-sided fight. However, the Eldritch Beings did not relent. Wave after wave came through the rift, which appeared to be growing, as each wave was larger than the last.
Thus, rather than stay locked in combat for eternity, Anath began weaving the starfield, as the others dealt with the endless onslaught. As the divine energy was given form, the assault doubled in intensity, yet the gods stood firm. One after another, shining stars burst into existence, peppering the edge of the system, and lines of power began to form between them. Indeed, as the work progressed, the tide began to weaken, the great enchantment already slowing the entry of the intruders.

Though devoid of thought, the Eldritch Threat was not blind. It could sense the barrier forming, augmenting the repulsive effect of the sun, and it was, insofar as it was capable of such things, enraged. With the work halfway complete, and the tide of Eldritch Beings noticeably subdued, there arose from the void a psychic roar, a 'sound' of purest anger and hatred, that swept through the system, causing the gods, and even the primitive life, to shudder involuntarily. With it, the rift convulsed, and what had already seemed like a chaotic blight on reality became far worse; the shape no longer recognisable at all, such that even the 'eyes' of the gods could not comprehend what they were seeing. The stars already in place shook violently, and several broke loose from the enchantment, falling towards the sun.
All of which was of little concern once the rift exploded in size, and through it reached an... appendage, for want of a better word, a colossal extension of eldritch energy, a writhing tentacle whose appearance fluctuated wildly. Later, the gods would all describe it differently, but could all agree that it was more horrifying a visage than they could've imagined.
For a moment, the 'limb' waved around aimlessly, as if getting it's bearings, but then it swung forth towards the four gods, smashing into Bastion's shield. And lo, the immovable, impenetrable shield was smashed aside, fractures spiralling across its face, and Bastion himself was thrown back. Go'Sha and Ventura, who had been smiting Eldritch Beings from behind it, were momentarily shocked- a moment too long, as the convulsing tentacle swiped forth once more and sent both sprawling.
Anath looked to his companions, his hands temporarily ceasing the weaving of starstuff, torn between lending his aid and continuing the great work. Not that the Eldritch Threat considered either an acceptable choice, the colossal limb drawing back, then striking forth to impale the starry-eyed god.
But hark, in the nick of time, Bastion's fractured shield is set before the monstrous appendage, absorbing the potentially lethal blow. Subsequently, a great cyclone rips the limb away, as blasts of pure destruction pepper it, sending chunks of eldritch matter spiralling into the void. Shaken, Anath continues to weave the starlight tapestry with increased haste, as Bastion grits his teeth absorbing blow after devastating blow, and Ventura and Go'Sha do their best to weaken the titanic tentacle.
It is a battle that is considerably less one-sided, and indeed, one that would go poorly if it were a fight to the death, as Bastion's shield crumbles, Ventura's winds grow weaker, and Go'Sha's destruction fails to do more than temporarily scar their opponent. But Anath works quickly, as new stars replace those that fell, and the remainder of the barrier flickers into life. The rift begins to shrink once more, the lines of power flaring as they attempt to weaken the intruding force.
Eventually, the rift begins to squeeze the appendage, and it is forced to retract a little. This gives the gods hope, and they redouble their efforts to keep the Eldritch Threat contained. The final stars slot into place, the last lines spread between them, and the completed barrier shines twice as bright as it clamps down on the ongoing intrusion. The rift shrinks rapidly, the tentacle retreating with it, until with one final blast of power, Go'Sha destroys the desperately squirming tip, and the rift snaps shut.
The gods, as one, fall to their knees, battered and weary- Anath, though mostly untouched by the fighting, having pushed himself to his limit and beyond, the others sporting many wounds from the gruelling battle.

The Wall of Stars is created. It will drastically weaken any Eldritch Intrusion.
Anath, Ventura, Bastion, and Go'Sha all suffer 2 wounds. (Gods naturally regenerate 1 wound per turn. Suffering as many wounds as you have strength will result in being knocked out and unable to act for a turn. If all the gods are knocked out at the same time, the Eldritch Threat will consume the world).


The stars that were knocked loose from the barrier hurtle towards the sun, most of them crashing straight into it and being absorbed with little effect. Several, however, strike the five planets orbiting the sun, including the (still unnamed) life-bearing world. Their impacts leave behind great craters, and within them, the still-glowing remnants of stars.

The world is littered with 12 Fallen Stars.


The dramatic events in the heavens would've no doubt caused great consternation amongst more intelligent life. Fortunate, then, that no such intelligence was to be found on the world. However, this will not be the case for ever, as Go'Sha returns to the world to create the first multicellular life. A smattering of boring, nondescript plantlife, and Wildfire Grass, which true to its name spreads quickly across the world. With little in the way of competition, it's uniquely destructive nature is mostly applied to other patches of Wildfire Grass. As the red grass grows older, its colour fades, until it is too weak to resist the next 'generation' of grass, resulting in interesting patterns across the plains of the world- concentric rings of red fading to gold.

Wildfire Grass is created.


Saraab, anticipating the needs of more advanced life, creates a creature that might eat the grass, and in turn be eaten. The Red-Prarie Antelope springs forth, and quickly spreads across most of the world, having no predators or competition... yet.

The Red-Prarie Antelope is created.


Kamoan, who was always here, I don't know what you're talking about, sees the world and judges it to be lacking in worth, offending his sensibilities. To this end he spills a drop of his own precious blood on a fraction of his infinite wealth, and combines it with the fire of the young world to give birth to the mighty dragons, who burst forth from volcanoes across the world, beings whose greed will surely create value where there was none before. The dragons hunt the Red-Prarie Antelope, but are relatively few in number (a few hundred), and so do not put much of a dent in the population.

Not to leave his creations paupers, Kamoan also spreads a hoard's worth of golden coins- Kamoanian Kents- across the world. He sent visions of these coins to the dragons, to let them know where they may be found.

Not that the dragons needed much by way of encouragement to seek out these coins. Many of the first dragons find themselves with hoards consisting of "somewhat shiny rocks", "pebbles of an interesting shape", and "especially large Red-Prarie Antelope horns". They instinctively feel these to be paltry hoards, and the state of their scales and offspring confirms this- weak and mud-coloured. Even a single golden coin is enough to elevate a hoard considerably, and so it is that every time Kamoan sends out a coin-dream, most every dragon in the world sets forth to find it.
Which, inevitably, results in conflict. When two (or more) dragons stumble across a Kent at the same time, a fight erupts, gouts of flame scarring the land, fang and claw spilling draconic blood that stains the dust red. Often, these fights will not end until all but one of the dragons is dead or dying. The survivor must then flee the scene quickly, before other dragons arrive, lured in by the sights and sounds of battle.
Despite this, the dragons who find the coins are grateful for the dreams that led to them. Though primitive and meagre, their thoughts of thanks provide Kamoan with a little nourishment.

Dragons are created.
Kamoanian Kents are created and spread across the world. Kamoan sends dreams of these coins to dragons occasionally.
Kamoan gains 1 strength from the (unfocused, primitive, paltry) worship of the dragons.


However, the fight over Kents is child's play compared to the fight over a far more precious treasure- the twelve fallen stars scattered across the world. These appeal to the dragons like nothing else, as a star-hoard will elevate a dragon to untold heights, with scales like diamonds. Of course, this strength is constantly put to the test by other dragons who come seeking the stars for themselves. Eventually, however, most dragons give up their attempts to seize the stars- the twelve dragons who rule the star-hoards having grown too strong for even those with several golden coins to challenge. The star-dragons, covered in scars, grow ancient and powerful, most of them being of the first generation, yet outliving those of the third and fourth.

The 12 Fallen Stars are claimed by dragons. The owners of the stars grow ancient and powerful.


Time passes, and the Wall of Stars holds. No Eldritch intrusions take place, and the world is peaceful (barring fights between dragons). The draconic population increases to a few thousand, although most of these are weak, having pitiable hoards. The gods accumulate some strength from the fragment of the Divine Shard within them, and the worship (such as it is) of the dragons in Kamoan's case. Anath, Ventura, Go'Sha and Bastion recover a little.


Right then. Carry on. As before, you may ask me questions in the OOC thread or on Discord.

Spoiler: God Statuses (click to show/hide)

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Roboson: Kamoan (Wealth) (5DE), 4 Strength
Happerry: Anath (Night) (9DE), 3 Strength (1 wound)
Wozzy: Saraab (Growth) (8DE), 3 Strength
Micelus: Ma Dong (War) (12DE), 3 Strength
Glass: Bastion (Preservation) (9DE), 3 Strength (1 wound)
Elvish Miner: Go'sha (Destruction) (6DE), 3 Strength (1 wound)
FallacyOfUrist: Ventura (Wind) (10DE), 3 Strength (1 wound)


[Elvish Miner]

There was no question that Go'sha would be attracted to the dragons, what with their destructive potential. Hoping to gain favor from them, she spills her blood and infusing each of the droplets with her destructive potential, crystalizes them. While she doesn't have the same touch as Kamoan when it comes to crafting finer things, the ruby red stones are still dazzling. If one were to look through it, the world would appear as though it were engulfed in an inferno.
She creates a score of these precious jewels, and (in a less ceremonious way than by 'dreams') she approaches the weaker mud dragons, offering up a taste of her power.

Spend 3DE to create 20 Blood Rubies, infusing some of her power into them, and offer them to the weak, desperate mud dragons.

[FallacyofUrist]

Ventura was pleased with the barrier of stars, and less pleased by the pain inflicted by the Eldritch Threat's tentacle. Still, he would endure.

Looking upon the mortal realm and the dragons flying across it, he smiled and prepared a grand gesture, a challenge and reward in one.

Ventura took half of his power and sunk it into the earth. The power of wind sought to rejoin the skies, and exploded upwards, forming a new mountain in moments. The mountain, Ventura could tell, was infused with the power of the wind, and already the air around it was starting to churn. Soon, Ventura knew, the mountain would be constantly surrounded by powerful storms capable of striking lesser dragons to their death.

And at the very tip of the mountain, its sharp peak, a crystal grew. And continued growing till only a dragon could grasp it within their claw. The crystal turned blue and crackled with electricity. And Ventura knew that the power within the crystal still resonated with him. In fact, someone who touched it could likely talk to Ventura simply by wanting to. Truly it was a magnificent treasure. Of course... if it was kept away from the magical mountain for too long, it would lose its power, but it could certainly regain it.

Ventura traced a mural onto the side of the mountain, near the peak. His hand, reaching from the skies and touching the peak of the mountain. It would do.

Ventura spends 5 DE to create Stormheight, a magical mountain made of Windstone, a lightly blue tinted stone that is much sharper than normal when cut. Stormheight is constantly surrounded by great magical storms capable of striking down lesser dragons. At the very tip of Stormheight, the treasure the Gem of Storms lies, a massive magical gem crackling with electricity, permitting any being that touches it to communicate with the god Ventura. If taken away from Stormheight for more than a few years it will lose its charge and its power, but being brought back to the peak will recharge it. Near the peak of Stormheight there is a mural depicting Ventura's hand touching the peak of the mountain, reaching down from the sky.

[Wozzy]

Saraab looks at the land and sees it is pretty monotonous, with seas of red/gold grass and the occasional mountain poking out. It is time to change that.

In the Red-Prairie, he creates the Umbrella Tree. This is a thin tree with incredibly deep and wide roots, to hold it in place during storms. While it doesn't grow very tall (15-20ft) it has an incredibly wide canopy (nearly 50ft) that provides plenty of shade and cover from dragons. It spreads it seeds using the wind later in the season, which sprout quickly in order to avoid the Wildfire Grass. Their leaves are gold.

In an area where the Wildfire Grass has not reached yet, he creates the Hardwood Forest: a group of trees that grow wide and tall. The wood is durable, but lightweight, and they produce tasty fruit. The wood is a dark brown while the leaves are a dark green.

Saraab spends 4 energy creating two species of trees.

[micelus]

The longs warred greedily
For dead celestial lights
Untouched by heaven will

Ma Dong looked at the draconic get of the god Kamoan with some approval, satisfaction and intrigue. However, he felt that star shards would be put to better use in the defense of the realm. As such, he committed to memory a plan of action to make off with them. At the same time, he knew that this might cause conflict with their godly creator. As such, he decided to pay visit to the slender man of goldy locks.

"Oh Kamoan, I can't help but find your dragons most intriguing. Their conflicts and acquisitions show a good basis for further development...but I find their control over those star fragments worrying. Would you be in opposition to myself procuring them for the defense of the realm? I would of course promise to aid in the dragons' further growth, especially in the manufacture of wealth."


As for the other gods, those who had engaged in the construction of the Wall of Stars, he did tip his helmet at them. "You did well by that, though I do hope you all see to your wounds."

He looked at their creation and whistled a marching tune. "Still, it is only a wall, and one without a garrison to protect it. Well as it is, we require levies. The world is young and lacking yet in souls, but, the future holds promise for much greater growth. As such, I would ask from all amongst you, if you would object to the conscription of the souls of the dead into an army- a mainly voluntary one, I promise. "

[Happerry]

Hearing the conversations of his fellow gods, Anath manifests a form next to Ma Dong and Kamoan long enough to express his will about what to do with the fallen stars that the two of them, unlike almost all the other gods, had no hand in creating. "I personally feel no need to remove the stars from the grasp of the dragons." Anath states plainly. "So long as they are willing to use the power they have gained from that which was forged to fight the great enemy to, well, fight the great enemy, I see little reason to diminish the greatest of the dragons by forcefully taking the prize of their horde from them."

"As for the conscription of the dead... if you wish to use your own worshipers for such a purpose that is up to you, but I have my own plans for my own worshipers."

Turning away from this discussion, Anath goes to work once more, finished resting from his exertions in the first day, even if the wounds gained then still pain him. Collecting moonlight as bright as day, stardust that has never seen sorrow, and shadow never known to the sun, Anath sets to creating his own race to walk upon the world and do as all races do upon it's face, awakening the forms he forged with one of his own breaths and a single drop of starfire.

These new folk are long of limb and form, tall and towering, keen eyed and keen sensed though this does serve to cause them a certain amount of sensory overload during the day. They will walk amongst the shadows and moonlight that birthed them as old friends, their eyes will see with the eternal flame that birthed them, and the celestial wall will evermore be their guide. Thus, across several different locations on the planet, do the first Star Elves awaken.

And to these Secondborn mortals of the world, Anath sends a manifestation, whom upon them will teach the art of hunting and skinning, of forging simple tools of stone and wood, and grass and bark, of fire keeping and cooking, and most of all the art of navigation and estimation of the future by the patterns the stars make in the sky.

Spoiler: Star Elves (click to show/hide)

Spend 6 DE to create the Star Elves, night and darkness adapted elves whom have faintly bioluminescent eyes and blood that trace from the drop of starfire used to give them life. They have a lifespan of several hundred years, usually around three hundred but sufficently magically powerful ones can see up to twice that or a bit more. They are faster then they are strong, and nimbler that they are tough, but the starfire in their blood still makes them more then any mainly mundane race, as they are still innately magical creatures. As magical as the dragons in fact, given an equal amount of DE was used to make them, even if said power is more diluted from the simple fact that there's more Star Elves then there are dragons. The most noticable outright supernatural element of the Star Elves is their innate knack towards manipulating shadows, moonlight, and stardust, as well as in being able to manifest starfire for the strongest, calling upon the elements originally used to birth the first Star Elves. Anath then spends 2 more DE to teach them useful survival skills, like fire making, rope making, how to work with stone and wood, and all sorts of other skills that are really useful for a group of primitive tribefolk at the dawn of the world to be taught instead of having to learn the hard way. Like proper cooking and basic sanitation.

And Anath looks upon what he has done, and is happy.

[Roboson]

I agree with Ananth. The star holding dragons are the first to taste true power in this world and I'm more than a little interested in seeing how that will play out as they age.

There are many more unclaimed stars across the other planets, I would advise taking those. To take from the dragons would be to potentially lose a valuable defensive force.

[Happerry]

-Deleted because of DM granted information-

Also, unless someone else does something unexpected I need to react to, Done for the Turn.

[micelus]

"I am not inclined to believe that these dragons will be inclined to aiding against the enemy nor do I believe curiosity to be enough to justify leaving such a risk. Still, what say you Kamoan about the draconic souls?"

[Roboson]

As beings who inhabit this world, I find it doubtful that they would simply allow the Eldritch threat to devour them and their world without a fight. There is no risk to leaving the stars where they fell, and to take them would weaken them. If defense is your goal, the stars are where they belong. And if you need stars for your plans, there are many others across the solar system that would not weaken the dragons if you took them.

As for their souls, I have plans for an afterlife befitting my children.

[micelus]

"No risk? Kamoan, is it not true that these frsgments give power to those dragons that wield them? Your get are beings of desire and greed, as you have seen fit to make them. I do not mind this, but there keeping of these fragments pose a weakness to creation."

"For now, there is equilibrium between the stronger dragons of the realm, enforced by their hold over the star fragments. In their current state, perhaps, you can still yet convince them to act in the defense of the realm. But think of the  future, when they uncover further ways of conflict, where dragons can now conceivably take more of the fragments from their stronger kin or where those already with fragments do the same. The dragons will be in a state of competition for the fragments, with the chaos and anarchy such eras bring. Though true, such periods produce veterans and heroes, such will be the loss of dragonpower that their future aid against the Eldritch could he blunted. Further, such times bring desperation and some may be willing to seek the Eldritch itself as a source of power. Combined with the power of the fragments, I fear what damage such a state could bring to Creation."

"As for the souls of your dragons.... well I suppose I did expect such....demureness in those who've never served in the military. There is an old saying 'Those who should desire peace should prepare for war.' I cannot force you to give your creations a choice in service to creation, but I would like you to dwell on those words for a time."

[Roboson]

The power the dragons gain from the stars is due to their own nature, not to the nature of the stars they possess. Any other object of equal value would have the same effect upon the dragons.

To take the stars from the dragons does nothing but to weaken them. While I do agree that they have the propensity for war in the future, I see this as the danger of any mortal. If they are weak, they could never assist against the Eldritch Threat. If they are strong, they are a danger to creation. To simply deny them strength out of fear, is deny ourselves an ally.

And I use the word ally here because they are not mere swords to swing at the monster which lurks beyond the stars. They have free will. Some will become villians, others will become heros.

As such, I shall not deny them the deny them the choice to join the defense, so long as you do not deny them their treasures.

[micelus]

"The stars gave inherent value against the Eldritch, Kamoan. I do not trust the dragons to make use of such fragments in a goodly manner. But I see that you are not willing to acquise to me in this regard. Still, no point in keeping the impossible in one's mind."

Ma Dong smiled. "I won't take the fragments, as you have requested. No point in antagonising allies against the foe. In the future, I would hope that we can remain in a state of peace  and strive to a common goodness."

[Roboson]

I too hope we can remain peaceful and open with eachother. Also, my friend, there are many other fallen stars scattered to other planets. Could you not use those for your mechanations?