Amidst the ferns and bushes of a plain field was a lone Celadar, sitting peacefully on the ground. The sound of waves in the distance and the fluttering of wispy leaves in the newly created wind echoed through the night as a curious rose face watched the starry expanse of the heavens with an innate curiosity. It enjoyed the peace of this place; the time away from its extended Family left its flow of thoughts unobstructed -- and from that flow spewed outwards webwork, lining the space between the stars with stories.
And yet, unbeknownst to it -- the webwork stared back. The petals of Attaein's crown gently lowered themselves against the God's head and, just as quickly, the environment dissappeared from view; once more bringing into focus the monolithic white walls of the shrine room with its intricate relief. He spoke no words, for words could be misconstrued (it was for this very reason that he had gifted the Celadar the ability to speak through thoughts), yet he already knew Morrak would understand his message. Ever since the corruption of his first sons by the Thought of Conflict, Attaein had known the deep pain of loss, and felt a great resolve to push his creations onwards.
Yet knowing the Death God's ways, he knew it would not be enough. The heroes that would defend their family would be great indeed, but without direction they would surely lose their way. Sowing the seed of conflict in both those who felt greed and in those who feared them would only lead to sorrow, loss and rage festering like a plague upon the first beings like the Gods themselves -- and this he could not allow.
Thus it was that he would bestow upon the Celadar three gifts.
Upon the most curious of his creations, he would bestow a crown of divine metal and name him Ahneros -- Hero of Sight -- for while others would think and ponder the Dream, his connection to it would be greater still, and his mandate over them in place to assure they lived morally and prospered. He would thus be their greatest teacher and the one to keep the Family together.
Upon the crests of thirteen others, whom he would name Akrekoi (Those who cry), he would embed shards of the metal; their role to engage eachother in debate, and execute matters that concerned rulership so that work was done well and the Family would accomplish many works of grandeour.
Finally, his last gift would be a vast sheltered landscape throughout which beautiful emerald and ruby flowers would blossom, thusly called the Emerald Fields. These, when consumed by the Celadar, would keep their furnaces alight for years and allow them to live peacefully -- concerned with higher things.
With that done, Attaein again let his focus step among his children -- eager to walk once more in the footsteps of innocence. The shrine room, as silent as before, was now also empty, and the only sign that something had transpired would be the relief of a tall white tower amidst a field of bright red and green.
[X] Attaein crafts a crown and thirteen shards of divine metal and bestows them upon those Celadar he finds to be the purest in their amazement with the world. These would enhance their wielder's connection to the Erdanous, making them uncorruptable, and would possess a natural inclination to act as the rulers of the first society on Yil. These select few will gather all the Celadar and, directed by Attaein, arrive in the Emerald Fields, where they will build their first city. This complete, he will watch over them to assure their survival; as despite the Ahneros' foresight, some matters may simply be outside their ability to address.
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Topic: Too Many Gods: Age of the Earth, Turn 2 [14/12] Waitlist Open (Read 23691 times)