Armies of Halflings and Aether Elves are formed on Aether.It is an army of the skies. Elves and Halflings ride upon the backs of Rhea or Aether dragons, trained to fire arrows or spears tipped with crystal down upon their targets. The Rhea and dragons can swoop down with their powerful talons and claws, and the dragons have their powerful breaths of frost.
It possesses a blade blacker than night, with burning points of starlight on it. It is long and thin like a rapier, coming to a point that can pierce even a God’s flesh. It is filled with Luna's cold wrath, raw and unfettered. It is a weapon bearing the adamant judgment of order, and the destruction of chaos. It strikes with both the burning of light, and the deathly chill of darkness.
They are hardy and long lived entities that trade information on any subject for memories or, if the knowledge is pricey, souls or lives. It places a sizable population of Scholars on all the planets with sentient life, and instructs them to teach the myriad peoples of civilization, of technology and of all sorts of cool stuff. They are also instructed to single out all those with the potential for magic and teach them to become mighty leaders and warriors.
- Two acts, due to its gigantic size.
It is currently just a giant rock.
Mania now goes where-ever the Stone of Madness goes, until the curse is lifted.
A tower of a strange pure white twisting stone. It is smooth to the touch and seems to have no fault as it reaches into the heavens. It will be hard even for a god to look upon it's structure and not marvel at its natural beauty. Inside, it is filled with statues of the many forms of Xarn out of the same stone the tower was constructed of. They are ever-changing, like Xarn himself, both with shape and shapeless at the same time. They seem to defy logic.
Its surface hardens upon encountering air, and it stretches some few hundred feet out into the underground ocean of the Nameless World, looking like nothing so much as rolling hills of scaly flesh with small tidal pools here and there. The pools are regularly spaced, deep, and briny.
Inside each pool, larval forms of Astra'ath swim, their tiny minds scheming and plotting against one another. Every once in a while, a sudden flurry of movement shatters the surface of a still tidal pool as the larvae within form alliances and consume one another, leaving only the strongest and fastest and smartest alive.
When one of these larvae grow large enough that it has consumed most others within, approximately the size of a golf ball, a group of female cultist wades naked into the spawning pool. Each of them hope to be chosen by the larvae. Most in the group are impregnated by the lesser larvae who have survived, and some cultists are not impregnated at all but are grabbed by the vast bulk of the spawning pools and dragged down as food, but some few in every group are taken by the largest and most developed larvae; and this is the prize which compels the female cultists to volunteer for this dangerous duty.
While the two are indistinguishable until well into the pregnancy, those impregnated by a lesser larva rarely live to bring the 'child' to term. Somewhere between seven and eight months the difference becomes obvious, as a clawed horror bursts forth from the unprepared womb of its own accord. These bestial creations gnaw their way free, consuming the host before making a mad dash for the waters. No two look alike in shape or size or number and configuration of limbs and organs. Some do not survive a week from the birth, some seem to be eternal, but it is entirely random and none of them are intelligent. These children are known among the cultists as Deepspawn, and apart from the host creature they would never harm a being baring the elder sign. They grow very quickly in the lightless depths of the underworld sea.
The lucky few chosen by a mature larvae carry the 'child' to term and give birth to a healthy little horror, known among the cult as Starspawn. As a child, a Starspawn resembles a human baby, but Starspawn mature slightly faster than humans and live far far longer. Upon approaching physical maturity, the differences begin to show. The starspawn's skin becomes hard and translucent, almost transparent, and fleshy wings grow from its back. Its cranium elongates to make room for its massive brain, and its eye sockets deepen as its eyes change. They grow a transparent inner eyelid and their sight is enhanced to superhuman levels.
No two look alike in shape or size or number and configuration of limbs and organs. Some do not survive a week from their birth, some seem to be eternal, but it is entirely random and none of them are intelligent. They would never harm a being bearing the elder sign.
All Deepspawn feature the elder sign of Astra'ath somewhere on their bodies.
As a child, a Starspawn resembles a human baby, but Starspawn mature slightly faster than humans and live far far longer. Upon approaching physical maturity, the differences begin to show. The starspawn's skin becomes hard and translucent, almost transparent, and fleshy wings grow from its back. Its cranium elongates to make room for its massive brain, and its eye sockets deepen as its eyes change. They grow a transparent inner eyelid and their sight is enhanced to superhuman levels.
They can survive for months at a time on the faint starlight which reaches through the void, or consume the magnetic flux of a spinning planetary body with a metal core. Their wings can capture and redirect solar radiation, acting as small but powerful thrusters allowing them to move around. They are fast, strong, remarkably intelligent, and they possess an incredibly powerful psychic ability.
While Starspawn are mortal, they can prolong their life almost indefinitely by consuming the mental and physical essence of a sophont, their 'soul' if you will. This is done by grasping the head or other thinking apparatus in the hands and enfolding the being within the wings. Once the Starspawn overcomes the sophont's will, the wings siphon all energy from its body and nothing is left but a dessicated husk. Their unnatural existence is accompanied by a disturbance in the void, created by their intellect and will, which most perceive as a cold tingle down their spine. Ordinary animals and other unintelligent beings normally hate them on sight, and beings not native to this universe instantly recognize their nature.
All Starspawn feature the elder sign of Astra'ath somewhere on their bodies.
- No acts
Gheronaton moves the planet of plates near Incendium and Ferraria, Inside of the asteroid belt.Incendium can constantly be seen, even at day, while Ferraria only becomes visible at night.
- No acts
Satae fills the night sky with additional stars, but no new constellations. She also sets the stars and constellations in motion; they'll eventually break up and reform as new signs with new powers.Satae also creates a small pocket dimension, and wards it against uninvited guests. - 3 acts
Most of the Vanguard population is eradicated in one shot.The main AI Core on the Great Ship is destroyed.It has been split into many pieces, spread throughout the entire ship into independently acting AI's.
The palace looks as old again.
Xarn felt it. He stretched his immaterial hands, and they were claws. He twitched his eyebrows, and they moved as commanded. And with a form came schemes. Xarn noticed now not only his own mind, developing once more as his power grew, but those of the other Gods as well He felt their emotions, shared them, became them. Soon, he would be...<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>
Poena trained with the firstborn. She was still clumsy and not as skilled as they, but her godly powers helped her. Sometimes, when they frustrate her, they would instantly collapse, tortured by a deeply rooted pain. She hated most weapons that she was granted, but Ertanon she admired. The blade was hers, and the blade was her. Poena refused to use a shield, instead doing her best to deflect incoming hits with her sword.
Not a single hit did she land on the flesh of Gheronaton's Chosen during an entire week of training, but when she finally did, after parrying the several hits launched in a folly of attack by the least skilled of her trainers, after sparks of hot metal fled off the armor and weapons, the sword took a bite into the shoulder of the unprepared warrior. A lashing pain not only stunned the warrior, but struggled control of the combatant as well. The sword absorbed whatever blood attempted to gout out of the wound, and only when Poena pulled back the steaming blade with its redly glow did the pain stop and the wound bleed.
Pale and tired the warrior fell down onto the ground, drained of not only blood, but the essence of life as well.<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>
Careless Creation. From carelessness came disaster.
Xarn had seen it before, not only during, but before his slumber as well. The Gods weren't incompetent, but they made many mistakes. His form drifted along Aether as he watched the harbinger of a great disaster that might soon strike the hapless planet without intervention.
Ozymi, a gigantic piece of rock, that seemed to constantly compress itself under its own mass, threatening to not only pull Maia out of its orbit, but also to collide into the Black Star within not much more than a month of time. He knew very well that if that were to happen, the Gods might have to start over and rebuild a lot of their works.
Focus was all it would take..<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>
Poena had stared at the dying warrior for a moment, shocked, but then something slipped into her mind. She felt an urge that she could not resist, and she obliged, facing Coradin within the shortest of moments.
"Destroy Ozymi."<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>-<>
Astra'ath. A God that was a slumbering danger to the universe.
About a week passed, but already did many women carry monstrous children in their wombs, deep inside the caverns of the Nameless World. Little did even Xarn know of this, although some of Astra'aths works went more noticed.
Xarn's vigilant eyes caught a scene in the Armada: Astra'aths first failure. Most of the few surviving Vanguard deflected, using not only their weapons, but their bodies as well to carve Astra'aths mark from their bodies, turning on those that didn't, with an advantage in both numbers and skill as they swept down on the worshipers of the strange God. Finishing off all sympathetics within moments, the remaining Vanguard, not much more than a dozen, surrounded Sothurn, ready to kill him for the stone he was carrying, hoping to regain favour with their first master by giving it to him..
Within a matter of seconds the new stars took their place on the infinitely far facade that surrounded the universe, moving ever so slowly.
Akat'Av was met initially with hostility by Aether's inhabitants, but within time one of them dared approach them; a younger man named 'Curio', his hair long and wild, who approached him with a question. "How much can you teach me?"
The Great Ship dissolved into Chaos as the many AI's not only fought the Morai, but each other as well. Defensive mechanisms shot at each other, some sections destroyed themselves, and power outage threatened the more vital sections of the huge vessel.
Only one world did Xarn survey that he thought was peaceful. The new civilizations of the Nameless World went about building themselves homes and villages. Not only did their settlements already provide them with safety, but they prospered mutually..
It was chaos, and Xarn made a decision.
As Xarn's fist shone brightly, his tail slashed the Essence, the Foundation. Three more Gods were born: Quôth, Màquines and Tarn.
Xarn knew his reasons were simple; more Gods meant more Chaos, but more Chaos meant order. The new Gods would assure for the universe to stay alive, and become even more so in due time.Poena mortally wounded one of Gheronatons chosen during a session of sparring.Ozymi is about to pull Maia (and Aether) out of their course.Ozymi, if it remains on course, will crash into the Black Star.Poena orders Coradin to destroy Ozymi.Although neither Deepspawn nor Starspawn have been born, many women have been impregnated in the Spawning Pools.Most still-living Vanguard deflected from Astra'aths religion by erasing their marks, and about a dozen of them survived, now surrounding Sothurn.Akat'Av is shunned by the Aether Elves, although it is approached by a man named 'Curio'.Curio is now a historical figure.The Great Ship's AIs fight each other, causing Morai deaths, malfunction and damage to the ship itself, and a threat to the ships essential areas as well.The civilizations on The Nameless World prosper in peace.Quôth, Màquines and Tarn were born into the universe. (With only one act each)
The situation of 'Soul Confusion' ended with only very minor damage to the several worlds.Acts:
Satae: 8
Anacraeon: 7
Natus: 6
Astra'ath: 6
Galt: 5
Dragnar: 4
Coradin: 3
Luna: 3
Palad'in: 3
"The Chained God": 3
Frandor: 2
Aarrook: 2
Mania: 2
Gheronaton: 2
Quôth: 1
Màquines: 1
Tarn: 1
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