Deep in the cosmic hinterlands, a wild and vibrant place of the multiverse far from the central towers of the most ancient gods, but yet, rather a midway point between several clusters of divine dominions. As the world seed blooms into it's dark swirling form, the gods of this place pull themselves from the aether and watch their planet begin to swell and swirl, awaiting the tempered hands of the deific sculptors to mold it.
It is then the roads began to form, the twisting rivers of light that connect the multitudes of the universe together, unseen by mortal eyes, but to the gods, their splendor signaled that they are not as isolated as the empty void suggests. While some find solace in the fact they are not alone in this dark empty realm, still one must wonder at what evils may attempt to traverse those roads, drawing ever so near your realm. As the rivers of light twisted and settled into their path, the newborn gods found their world served as the foundation of a crossroads, a connection between places yet unconnected. Soon denizens of the higher realms will begin to sail this river, passing deep below your world, just close enough to reach out to the lords of this place.
Even now, several deities have metaphorically docked in your metaphysical harbor beneath the physical plane. Whether they sensed the shifting tides of the light river, or happened to have been in the right place at the right time, it is unclear. Still, whatever their reasons, they seek audience with the gods, as is their holy claim of as travelers upon the light river.
The first to arrive is wide fat being of hearty demeanor. Their body is a dense swirling gas purple and white of color, with a twisting maelstrom where one may expect a belly button their plump stomach. Even by divine standards, they are quite large, and exceedingly fat, though neither seem to diminish the light and airy motions, save for a bit of gaseous jiggling. I, Ulutross come before this new realm, naught but a simple practitioner of my craft. While I do admit, I was drawn naught by any but curiosity, it is because that curiosity was piqued that I do indeed stand before you now. As is the case with many a new realm, yours was born alone. And to some among you, this may be a disappointment, for as you know, some worlds are born as twins, one spirit and one physical. Now, while this is a matter of taste, I find options to be the spice of life, choices which direct the flow are indeed ones which must be chewed and digested before deciding upon action. And thus it is an option I offer you. I, as a world farmer, could graft upon your world a spirit realm. While it may blossom and grow to one day mirror your world, it would always remain wild, as it is not born of the same aether as you. This does not mean it's untameable of course, just that you'd experience lesser control over it than the physical realm. The decision is yours of course, and the price is 10 acts.
The swirling god Ulutross bows before backing away, making room for another to approach. They were an olive skinned god, with eyes of ruby gemstones. They wore clothes most plain and you notice their shoes are worn from many journeys along the bank of the lightriver. Ah welcome to the multiverse, newly crowned kings and queens of this fledgling land. I am Alouk, and I offer what little I can as welcome to existence. I carry little on me at the moment, as I was returning home when I discovered the path that led me near your lands. Still, I carry several plants and seeds foraged from across the worlds. Though I do apologize, as most of my popular selection has been sold out already. The first of what I offer is the brittle birch tree, a tree which grows quickly, but it's wood is so weak that a mere mortal could fell it with their own hands alone, for but a minor act. The next is the jingle berry bush, which is always a good seller. It's a squat bush which grows in shade and whose berries make a delightful sound as the wind shakes them, they even have medicinal properties in pain and fever relief. They cost naught but an act. The third is one I've yet been able to sell, due to it's more specific conditions. It is an Abololabola, which roughly translates to Tree Which Knows, but could also be translated as Tree of Face. This sentient tree will live as long as it is cared for, growing wise and ancient enough to serve as counsel to god and man alike. However, it must be watered with a minor act every turn, or gain a following of worshipers, lest it shall wither. Since I was unable to sell it, I'll offer it at a discount price of one act. The last thing I have for sale, and for good reason it has not sold, is a bag of wild seeds from across the worlds. I know not what is in it, but there are many kinds of seeds, and I ask 3 acts for it. Alouk bows and steps back.
Another approaches, a demigod of the hunt in armor of a blue blue fur and metal bones. I know you are busy, so I shall keep this short. I am Hikui, and I am born of the hunt. Newborn worlds can serve as incubation nests for powerful creatures, and I seek permission to place one such monster upon your world so that I may return in five turns of the universe hence and slay it. I offer two hunting acts as payment, one now, and one when I return to slay the beast once it has matured. Thank you.
As stiffly and as coarsely as they approached, they departed to make room for the last two to approach. Unlike the previous gods, these beings gave off an aura of foul magics and an equally pungent scent of decay. The first, a long spindly black thing whose disproportionally long limbs gave the slightest impression of spider legs spoke first. Newborn worlds are so empty, don't you think? So much potential, but so little of substance. I offer you several species of mortals, which were, oh how should I put this, acquired from distant realms. The second one, a lumpy being which seems to be a potato in roughly the shape of a masculine human, but perhaps more closely resembles a golem. Land. The being then nods in your general direction, but perhaps slightly to the left. Yes, and my partner here offers hand picked lands from a variety of worlds. I've taken the liberty of making a menu... a list, yes a list of what we have available.
(1) A race of furry horned mortals standing but a foot tall. Prone to living in small communities isolated from outsiders. (2 acts)
(2) A race of large blue constructs. Dim of mind, slow to reproduce. They grow quite large over time. (2 acts)
(3) You cant quite make it out, but something is scratched out here. Snake people. (2 acts)
(4) A race of fungus people. Reproduce via spores and budding. Highly adaptable. (2 acts)
(5) Land. (1 act)
(6) Land. (3 acts)
(7) Land. (3 acts)
(8) Land. (2 acts)
Upon giving you the list of their wares the two beings left your presence, as the others had before them, so that you may consider their offers. They linger nearby, awaiting your call.
The eight gods of this new world look out upon their canvas, a world of their design. They look at eachother, and at their guests, and then, they begin.
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Topic: Gods of Creation 2020 IC (Read 8028 times)