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Author Topic: The Work - Life Itself  (Read 2712 times)

NJW2000

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The Work - Life Itself
« on: April 14, 2023, 01:01:08 pm »

THE  WORK



Floating in the void between the worlds, a mass of pure potential beckons.


Drawn to this essential medium, a handful of artisans gather in the cool nothingness. Worldwrights, the beings responsible for the creation of new worlds and planes, each practising their chosen craft with superlative ability and finesse, resolved to pool their talents to bring about a new reality.


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Re: The Work (0/6)
« Reply #1 on: April 14, 2023, 01:26:14 pm »

Craft: Explosions. Such beautiful works of art, fleeting yet leaving an impression within the heart. It's craft is one of excess and danger, color and life. To be for a single instant.

Description: A blank shell of some strange eldritch form that bursts to life in a twinkling of starlight and nuclear fusion for but an instant of creation, before the implosion occurs and all returns to silence.
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Re: The Work (0/6)
« Reply #2 on: April 14, 2023, 02:35:45 pm »

Craft: Clockwork. The intricate motion of gears and parts, all fitting together for the creation of more complex patterns.

Description: An oddly material-looking humanoid of indeterminate gender, beige skin and a dapper suit and greasy hair. Perhaps the Wright was once a mere god. Or a man?
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« Reply #3 on: April 16, 2023, 08:44:12 am »

Craft: Redaction - the art of destroying information to leave patterns in that which remains.

Description: A marble statue wrapped in layers of black rags.
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« Reply #4 on: April 16, 2023, 05:27:09 pm »

Craft: Love. The craft of love. That is to say, love craft.
Description: Unlikely.
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« Reply #5 on: April 16, 2023, 09:21:35 pm »

Craft: Bureaucracy, the craft of crafting paperwork for the sake of crafting paperwork.

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Re: The Work - In the Beginning...
« Reply #6 on: April 18, 2023, 02:19:36 pm »

PURE POTENTIAL


Five artisans. Two withdrawn beyond the realm of the tangible, entities of sheer purpose, manifest only through the Craft they practice. One half in and half out of the real, apparent only in flashes of furious motion. An ancient stone form, resonant with reserves of extraordinary power. And strangest of all in this place, what seems to be a mortal, leant comfortably against the sheer void.


Their preparations finished, the worldwrights turn to the mass of pure potential. Now is the time to shape the essential features of the world from this absolute medium - the land, the seas and the great firmament above.
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Re: The Work - In the Beginning...
« Reply #7 on: April 18, 2023, 02:23:26 pm »

Build an Orrery; countless bodies circling in meticulous motion.
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Re: The Work - In the Beginning...
« Reply #8 on: April 18, 2023, 02:39:46 pm »

Ignition. From nothing bursts hydrogen and oxygen, exploding and burning within the aether. From this they collapse, fusing into the endless seas.
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Re: The Work - In the Beginning...
« Reply #9 on: April 18, 2023, 03:40:24 pm »

A lovestruck eldritch god sings the stars a serenade,
Laying everybody low with a love song that it made;
Finds a convenient nova, steps out of the shade,
singing something like, "You and me, world, how about it."


Create the music of the spheres, romancing the cosmos into an elaborate, swirling, endless dance set to classic rock hits.
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Re: The Work - In the Beginning...
« Reply #10 on: April 18, 2023, 04:18:47 pm »

Spoiler: Bureaucracy (click to show/hide)
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Re: The Work - In the Beginning...
« Reply #11 on: April 19, 2023, 10:35:34 am »

The statue tears away one of the rags covering its body and wraps it around the primordial chaos like a shroud.

Whatever comes after this, let it be inexact. Let no one, be they demiurge or divine or mortal, gain a full understanding of this world or of its contents, and let what is unseen remain malleable.
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Re: The Work - In the Beginning...
« Reply #12 on: April 20, 2023, 06:14:33 pm »

A CLOCKWORK COSMOS


Build an Orrery; countless bodies circling in meticulous motion.

Wrought from fundamental matter, the Orrery is painstakingly assembled from a multitude of cogs, gears and wheels. Countless perfect spheres of metal whirl in perfect unison, mechanical arms gliding throughout the cosmos. In fact, the worldwright devises an engine so great and intricate that it stretches across all of creation, the mechanism capturing the lesser orbs made by other worldwrights and spinning them into fixed movements in the cosmic pattern.


Ignition. From nothing bursts hydrogen and oxygen, exploding and burning within the
aether. From this they collapse, fusing into the endless seas.


One worldwright chooses to ignore the great mass of pure potential, instead bringing forth gouts of firey steam from the emptiness of nothing. Despite their talent for the explosive, this is a lesser medium for the task at hand, and the dark seas form a minor part of the great pattern of empty worlds, gathering to wash endlessly over a handful of the smaller spheres.




Create the music of the spheres, romancing the cosmos into an elaborate, swirling, endless dance set to classic rock hits.

Music rings out across the mass of potential, and a constellation swirls into being, stars and planets glowing white, pink and red with limitless desire. The dancers take their places in the movements of the mechanical cosmos.

At first, the celestial bodies shine with a tender love, but as the ceaseless dance continues and they move no closer to one another in their eternal orbits, this gentle feeling deepens and intensifies, until the stars are incandescent with limerent obsession.



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It is Written, and it is So. A subtle and responsive material, a section of the pure potential responds to the observations, and the system is created as specified: a great blue sun circled by a smaller white-gold star, planets of water, metal and gas, as well as various other bodies. The two stars, so closely marked and measured, provide a splendid quantity of light and heat.


The statue tears away one of the rags covering its body and wraps it around the primordial chaos like a shroud.

Whatever comes after this, let it be inexact. Let no one, be they demiurge or divine or mortal, gain a full understanding of this world or of its contents, and let what is unseen remain malleable.


A portion of the mass of potential is hidden, removed from view, it's nature uncertain and unknowable. The one thing apart from the great clockwork whirring across the skies, it swirls between the stars and moons, an uncertain shape, shrouded in mist, streaming between the worlds.





The Work

A vast clockwork mechanism underpins the great whirling cosmos. A huge blue sun rotates near the centre, while countless other spheres of diverse metals and star-stuff perform an intricate dance all across the heavens. Among these, a constellation of stars aglow with terrible red light light emit a desperate and insatiable yearning, while at the periphery of things, small worlds spin gently beneath dark oceans, waves rolling across their smooth surfaces. Between these bodies winds the Unseen, an unknowable part of creation, abstracted even from the near-absolute vision of the worldwrights.

It is clear to any artists as skilled as the worldwrights that certain aspects of the mass of unfinished creation before them would be profoundly useful in the next stage of the work. There are only a handful of such materials to be found at any stage in the process, and use of lesser materials, while not impossible, is likely to produce lesser forms.

Brilliant blue light streams from the largest star, a splendid material and enough for any number of crafters to use comfortably. From the red constellation emanates a terrible desire, an awful, unquenched need and a difficult material to work properly. From the clouds veiling the Unseen there streams endless mist, a fine mass of water drifting aimlessly between the worlds. The cogs of the sky themselves emit a ceaseless stream of sparks as the immutable metals grind and strike. Finally, a fifth of the mass of pure potential remains, the ultimate medium, enough for a single artisan to work with.

It is now time to create the realms of the universe. The worlds must be adorned with forests and mountains, deserts and ocean depths - even the heavens for the gods to inhabit or the underworld for the dead, if such places will be.


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Re: The Work - In the Beginning...
« Reply #13 on: April 20, 2023, 06:42:36 pm »

Finding the other substances available to be too temperamental for the fine, precise work of watchmaking, they take the pure potential and fashion a Mechanism to sit outside of space, yet linked to it. At the center of this Mechanism is a control room of sorts, from which necessary adjustments may be made by god or mortal.
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« Reply #14 on: April 20, 2023, 06:58:52 pm »

Craft: Beliefs An acceptance that a statement is true or that something exists. A state of which dictates one's own faith in something or someone.
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