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[Sinpwn]

Sinclair went forward with his idea of floating islands, creating exactly six floating in a loose circle between the mountains and tower. These islands represented what would be known as the six schools of magic, which themselves would be based of the six great elements. Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Darkness and Light. These islands became the home of his servants, the elementals. These elementals would bring forth their given duties, keeping reality chaotic enough to not stagnate, but balanced enough not to fall.

He sent contingents of his servants to the mortal plane Elsom created to shape it and make it fit for the plans of the gods. He created an obelisk a few kilometers away from Elsom's, promoting knowledge and change. He also lightly sprinkled the surface of this new world with elemental crystals, designed to radiate a certain elemental energy and hold the world together.


((Please tell me if I am getting ahead of myself.))

[adwarf]

((Where is the Throne Room located thatkid?))

[thatkid]

OOC: Adwarf, white text counts as being illegible. Please fix that, because if I need to highlight it to read it chances are I just straight up won't read it.

Still withholding an "IC" post on my part until everyone's made an action (or hasn't made an action, should they choose to wait)

[adwarf]

OOC: Adwarf, white text counts as being illegible. Please fix that, because if I need to highlight it to read it chances are I just straight up won't read it.

Still withholding an "IC" post on my part until everyone's made an action (or hasn't made an action, should they choose to wait)

((Fixed))

[thatkid]

OOC: Adwarf, white text counts as being illegible. Please fix that, because if I need to highlight it to read it chances are I just straight up won't read it.

Still withholding an "IC" post on my part until everyone's made an action (or hasn't made an action, should they choose to wait)

((Fixed))

OOC: Much better. Thank you.

[Ultimuh]

Hvisskar went along the twisting maze-like tunnels down the mountain, knowing the exact route up from it's entance.
He then stood at the cave's maw which linked the mountain of the gods to the rest of the world.
He was lost in thought for a moment, then he turned back and went through another set of tunnels leading down instead of up.
At some point me met a huge cavern containing the entrance to some ancient ruins, this was his domain.
"Sssecrets, ancient sssecrets rest here.. and more sssecrets will ssssoon arrive.."
He did not know how they would, or why, he just knew it.
He then declared to be the keeper of secrets, and secrets would be his primary domain.
To know all secrets and keep them hidden.

But for now he grew tired, he had to rest.
He went deep into the ruins, found a large room which was the very heart of this cave.
Sleep overwhelmed him and he took a long rest.
He started dreaming, and the dream gave him shape.
What was an incorporeal mass was now a colossal serpent, scales dark as the night, eyes glowing deviously orange.
He know what had happened but he would care less.
His sleep lasted for a time..


((OOC: This good enough?   When mortals arrive into the world, he will learn how to take a humanoid form as to blend in.))

[Digital Hellhound]

Mnosamne surveyed the world, and she was satisfied. It was not her world, alien influences corrupting her dream, but they did not bother her much. Quite the opposite - she had a hunger for the new and exciting, and this fit the bill. Mnosamne drew deep in the jungle air, tasting every bloody battlefield, every hidden mystery, every place of power. She savoured these things, trying each one but not focusing on any in particular. Knowing too much would ruin the surprise. The others were already going their own ways, with their own plans. She knew they would add many more things to this realm. Change was good. Anything but the stagnation of the old and routine.

Yet something was bothering her. She didn't act immediately, going over her thoughts and knowledge. There was nothing wrong with the world itself, and the others had seemed fine to her. That only left her. Mnosamne's divine being hung over the sky of the world like a second sun. The others had containers, bodies for which to hold it inside. Had they always had those? It seemed to her she should have one too.

The goddess descended, a beacon of light blinding the jungle with her terrifying radiance. Little fliers fled as she approached, as did the tree-dwellers. They were much like she had imagined them. Mnosamne ignored them for now, focusing on the mud of the jungle floor beneath her. She scooped up a handful, her arms forming out of the stuff even as she took it. She 'looked' at her hands. Though the mud had gone somewhere, they looked nothing like the wet stuff beneath her. They looked - and felt like - human skin. She could feel all the little veins and muscle and bone inside them, pulsing with life and divine energy.

The goddess began to work. More soil was needed for skin and muscle, tree branches for bones, leaves and vines for hair. She used everything she could find, feeling more and more alive by the second. After completing the head and the brain, she began to realize her strange feeling of dissatisfaction above. Deprived of senses, she had been only a shadow of her true self. Now they flooded in, strong jungle scents that made her scream out in sheer joy, the textures and colours of the vibrant world around her that threatened to overwhelm her mind at first, the feel of soil beneath her feet and of the hardness of tree trunks, the sound of her own laughter and the world around her, all of these things and more.

Mnosamne stood with wavering feet, making no effort to quell her beating heart and maddened mind. She could've done it with ease, her divine mind more than capable of controlling her emotions. But there would have been no point. She began making her way down the path, singing songs of joy that seemed to spring up from the core of her very being. These were songs of dreams, of true pleasure and the fulfilment of fondest wishes.

And without her knowing, these songs took on a more powerful form...

Mnosamne sings the Valley of Dreams into existance, an area of jungle where dreams quite literally come true

[micelus]

((Seems I didn't make a form for myself either. Might as well make one.))

A dimension created, a tower defended, and shelves ready, and yet there was something missing...He had no true form. He was only but a formless ball of light, a spark of creation. He needed more matter and so he crafted himself one. With soul and mind acting as one, he looked and searched his domain...Love...Knowledge...Emotionlessness...That's what he was. He created metals from the air, a godly material, flexible, easily tempered, but unbreakable and light. Syrethium. With the material, he gathered it around himself, molding a body. An automaton. He gathered himself in a new shape, as tall as man, and yet different:runes all over, a face without a face, a lower body of a reptile (tail and all), and a metallic glow.

[Ghazkull]

he...she? Or was it something else entirely? Urd-Valnir was confused. Was it representing Life? or Death? Both? Something Else? Maybe Undeath? Too many thoughts and those other beings were bustling with activity. It's shapeless body stayed in the Jungle... or was it shapeless? Maybe better to wait and see...yes it wasn't sure whether it wanted conflict with another god if it claimed a sphere not belonging to it...yet if it was too slow it would miss something...

Urd-Valnir does nothing contemplating it's existence and sense in existence, all the while observing the Gods

[Dwarmin]

The raggedly armored man looked upon the world, which was already blooming with such beautful life...and the singing. He had never heard something so sweet, in all of creation. Such a pity, then.

"Forgive me, beautiful Mnosamne, I do what I must..."

He would take them...and he would make them dark as his own soul. Songs of pleasures and desires would become horrors-nightmares, to torment those who did evil, or warn those of who evil tempted.



Action: Steal some of Mnosamnes song and darken it, so that dreams and nightmares will be created in balance.

[shadenight123]

(i too miss a form)

as other took forms different and strange, i too claimed one, from the top of the cloudy storms, my form wasn't meant for peace, or war, or for songs or other. it was meant to do it's job, and thus was effective.
I was born anew, as a reaper of those meant to die, a planter of those meant to live.
A bringer of storms upon those who needed no sun, and i should have been dreaded.
a scythe, a dark mantle upon my shoulder, no face underneath my shroud.
i was born anew. i was the Shadnazaer, the reaper of time.
my form is that of The Reaper.
I order my valturi (my vulture people) to spread my word around everywhere. Yes, they know how to speak, albeit with a crackling voice.

[Sinpwn]

As Sinclair arrived back at the home of the gods, he saw his brothers and sisters making new forms for themselves. He did not really feel an urge to, but thought it might be fun to try. He began to compress his godly essence and succeeded in reaching the size of the others, but it seemed that his new body did not want to take a static form. It was a man shaped mass of purple magic, with streaks of others running through it like lightning. Amused at this turn of events, he fashioned chains from a metal like Elsom's to hold this new form together and made a few pieces of armor from the same metal for looks. It had worked well enough, as he could touch, see, taste and hear, but it was apparent that he was still a mass of magic trying to look like something else.

Putting some finishing touches on his islands, he created small cities and structures for his elementals to reside in, as he felt a fatherly love for them. He created a divine tower on each island, but all of these towers were located in the same area on the inside. He made this his home, the place where he would reside when not loitering around his obelisk.

[Ultimuh]

((How would they know if Hvisskar took a form? He retreated to his own domain, out of sight. And it was not by his own will.))

[thatkid]

OOC: Unless a god actively works to conceal its actions from others, they're aware of it. They are omnipotent, after all.
At least...these gods are. :3

Dwarmin: I'm having the same problem with your text color as I had with adwarf's. Need to change it before I read it.

[Dwarmin]

((Lay your eyes upon my lightgreen font color, heathen.))