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The Chronicles Of Aether Ep. 1: The Second Genesis

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The Chronicles Of Aether Ep. 1: The Second Genesis

Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Mon May 09, 2011 5:43 pm

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In the beginning, there was only one thing. That which can neither be created nor destroyed. Energy. Energy in it's pure, primal state. That energy, however, somehow gained sentience. Or was it always sentient? No one knows. The sentient entity of Energy, Prime, decided to create a world. Or was it always it's purpose? Again, no one knows. The world that Prime created was called Aether. Upon creating Aether, however, Prime, being the primal form of energy that could neither be created nor destroyed, only transformed, realized that as he created the world he poured himself in it. Upon creating Aether, he had given all of it's elements both energy and sentience. The sentient creatures that were born out of this fusion each had control over certain elements of the Aether, although none had full control over all of them. These beings, Prime called Gods. Along with the Gods, Prime had also created several creatures.

As time passed, the Gods that dwelled in Aether realized that they lacked something. They constantly grew weaker, losing control over their elements and experimenting several afflictions. Upon extensive research, they finally found out what was it: The Energy. It was the primal form of energy within them that gave them both their sentience and the power to control the elements of Aether. However, as they used their powers, the Energy within them started running low. The Gods needed to find a way to reverse this...

...And they did. Each God had something within Aether that could replenish their primal Energy when absorbed, consumed, or otherwise. The Gods were relieved of their concern when they found out this, and thus began consuming the resources of Aether and living a good life.

It was then that they distanced from each other. Some went to live together on different parts of the world, and some lived in solitude. They all took reserves of their "Fuel", and created their homes.

However, nothing lasts forever. Many aeons after those events, the resources of Aether, the world that the Gods had claimed as their own, were running low. Prime would not answer the calls for help of the Gods of Aether. They were alone. They needed to find more resources, or else their inner Energy would run out and then they would cease to exist. As if they had never existed in the first place.

And that is how this story began...
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Aether, Higher Plane
East Hemisphere Wastelands


Kaaysel, lord of Weaponry, Alchemy and Daring Deeds, strolled around his castle, pondering what to do next. His reserves of Fuel were running out quickly. He had dispatched hundreds of Unicorns with his bare hands, and stored their blood in special vials he kept on an underground vault in his castle.

He had tried everything within his domain to synthethize his Fuel, and that of his brother. He even wasted several vials of Unicorn blood in fruitless research. Everything he tried had failed. Time was running out, and he was desperate.

Finally, a thought shoved all others away. Kaaysel began babbling like a mad scientist.

"Energy within... He did it... We can too!... The principle of equality... Repeating what has been done..." Were the words he said without any apparent order as he rushed outside of his castle, opening it's doors by summoning a warhammer.

The task he was about to take was a daring one indeed, but it fit just fine with him. Kaaysel was the lord of daring deeds, and by Prime he would prove it.

So he rushed to his brother's flying fortress, and with the powers of Alchemy broke inside. Not too abruptly, but abruptly enough for his brother to notice. He knew that his brother, too, was running out of Fuel, as well as pretty much all of the Gods. Soon Aether would become part of Prime again, as if none of them had ever existed.

"Valtherzaw, we need to talk. Now." He shouted from the gates of his brother's fortress.
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Aether, Equator Region

Lycaeon ran through the woods of his home, hunting for the new Golden Hind. Each time, they got harder to find, even with his pack to help him. And they kept spawning farther and farther apart in time. Soon, he would not be able to survive off the stores he had amassed over the long years. He was running out of Fuel, and by direct comparison, life. I must find a new source, or a way to breed these Hinds. he thought. At that moment, his pack entered a meadow where the new Hind was grazing. Lycaeon's pupils grew large, and he started the Hunt.
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Aether, Northern Frosted Mountains
Volla could feel it's presence. An odd feeling of familiarity, the creatures she hunted always felt like this. Corrupt. Tainted. Feral in some way. But, they were never the same entirely, some were smart, moving in groups trying to surround her so they can overwhelm her. Others were dumb, about as smart as the dirt they moved on. Why did the Prime create these things she thought to herself, Well, if they didn't exist neither would you hon...

Volla was interrupted from her small musings when the ugly creature (a troll no doubt) walked over the snow covered trees. Well, not really over, more like through. She hid from it, sizing it up. It stood twenty feet tall, about as tall as most of the trees get around here. It was fatter than most, weighing well over a tonne. It seemed to not really care for what it ate for it was chomping and a small boulder it found.

Volla walked out of the bushes she was hiding in, "You know. I hear those things cause really bad indegestion." The troll took notice of the little five and half foot woman and charged. Hahaha, just another days work, huh. she thought as she charged back.

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Postby NWO-ONE » Mon May 09, 2011 6:30 pm

Aether, Somwhere in a Forest
Cullan had been wandering aimlessly for days trying to find a maple tree to replenish his fuel. He left everything at his cave in the Mountainous region the only items he brought were coal and his golden ax that he had created only a few days ago. Cullan knew he had maybe a few hours until he would be out of fuel and absorbed by Prime. He was going to the goddess of nature to see if she had a solution he knew that Prime wouldn't like it, but he had no other option.

He knew he was close to The goddess of Nature's dwelling but his fuel was running out he began to feel light headed and sat down. Thats when he noticed a maple tree he got his ax and went over to cut it down. He started to do that but he felt to weak to move so he laid down and fell into a deep sleep.
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Postby Shnercropolis » Mon May 09, 2011 6:31 pm

Yther wandered out of his shack and onto the small alpine plain. He trudged past various machines, some working and others nonfunctional from the previous night's rainstorm. These storms periodically came in through the pass, then exhausted themselves in the bowl made by the mountains. Yther's metal feet squelched through the mud. He didn't mind the broken machines; it just meant he would have to make a better one. The robot's mind didn't stay on that thought for long, though, and instead focused on getting to his lookout point on the edge of the plain. He tightened his bathrobe to keep out the below-freezing temperatures of the vale's predawn. Finally, after crossing a small knoll, Yther stopped. His beady camera "eye" looked at the magnificent view before him.

He was standing on a steep cliff, which dropped perhaps a hundred feet before slowly tapering into a walkable slope. Then the same slope continued to taper even more slowly into a nearly flat field. Suddenly, another steep cliff occurred that dropped into a small lake. The lake was probably a thousand meters away. The process repeated itself on all sides of the lake, which was in the center on the valley. to the left was a pass, and out in the pass, many many miles away, was the end of the mountain range that Yther had decided to settle down in.

Even more magnificent was the improvements that Yther had made to the valley. He made an automated mine that took the salt supplies in the Northernmost mountain in the valley. The mine then had a complex mine cart system that eventually shipped the salt to a huge pile about 50 feet from the lake. It was only purified in small quantities, and then not so often. Metal was sparse in from the next valley over, and completely absent from this one, which was why Yther usually made new machines out of old ones. He looked over is little one-robot empire for a while before hiking on one of the trails he had made down to one of his creations.
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Postby The Inritus Extraho » Mon May 09, 2011 6:37 pm

Valtherzaw jumped, startled by his brother's sudden appearance and shout.
He hit a button, and yelled at his brother, "Hey, brother! Follow the movement!" and then pushed over a pin next to the button, starting a massive clockwork series that would, eventually, lead him to Valtherzaw.

He turned from his work, and carefully bottled up his dwindling supplies of alkaline metals.

"Did you find something? I'm currently trying bombarding noble gases, but it's very hard to keep them stable enough after I create it- the rest of the noble gas causes it to react to quickly for me to intake it..."
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Mon May 09, 2011 8:32 pm

Kaaysel merely watched as the clockwork mechanism led him to his brother Valtherzaw. When they were right next to each other, Kaaysel tossed his hammer upwards and transmutated it into a stool. He then proceeded to sit down on it, and listen to his brother. After the boring lecture about noble gases, Kaaysel spoke up.

"Listen. I have an idea. It's very risky and if it doesn't work, we're ALL screwed. But if it does, we won't have to worry about Fuel again!" He said enthusiasticly. "I've planned it all in my mind. Now, see this." Kaaysel said as he pulled out an image of the Sphere of Aether and the surrounding stars. Unlike what would be known as the Lower Plane, on the Higher Plane there was no moon or sun, and the stars surrounding it's Sphere were very few.

However, Kaaysel then started connecting them. After connecting all of the stars together, the image now looked like a transmutation circle of cosmic proportions, with the Sphere in the middle. "Do you know what this is, Valt?" He asked, knowing that his brother indeed knew.
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Postby The Inritus Extraho » Mon May 09, 2011 8:37 pm

"A massive transmutation circle. That's your domain, bro." Like always, Valtherzaw was very informal.
"But anyways, you wanna explain what it'll do? You know I have no patience for your signs and sigils and whatever. I prefer the solid interactions of gears and the repeatable, easy reactions of chemicals. I assume it'll give us enough Fuel for the rest of our 'lives' so much that we have them."
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Mon May 09, 2011 9:02 pm

"No, no, no! You silly Valt. Ah, well, here goes..." Kaaysel said. And then, he began telling him once again about the story of their origin: How Prime created the Higher Plane and the Gods of Aether came to be. After he was finished, he began with the explanation.

"...Well then, now that that's clear, let's continue. You and I know that it is Prime's energy that keeps us alive, and we need Fuel to maintain that energy. However, it was also that energy that created this world, once rich in resources . If Prime did it, then with a joint effort we, the Gods of Aether, could do it as well! Just give it some thought: A sub-world, much like this one, but that we would all work together to sustain, and where our powers would be amplified. Think of the possibilities! If managed properly, we could have a world with endless resources, and therefore, endless sources of Fuel!" Kaaysel said, now excited.

He then took a more serious stance and grinned. "And the best part, my dear brother, is that you and I are the only Gods in this whole project that can start. With the cosmic circle, I can transmutate the Primal energies into matter that you can use to create the Subsphere. Of course, we'd need the help of the others afterwards in order to aclimatize the Subsphere and create life, but it would be worth it." He clarified.

Finally, Kaaysel stood up. Using his leg, he kicked his stool upwards and grabbed it in midair without turning around. In his hand, the stool became three things: A stick of hard blackish matter that was used for writing, several pieces of white, fragile material that were used to write upon, and a strange whistle of sorts. He put all of these away, and extended his hand to Valtherzaw.

"So, Valt, are you with me?" He asked with a confident smile.
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Postby Ceannairceach » Mon May 09, 2011 9:08 pm

The Underworld,
Beneath the Equator

A woman--if one could name such a thing with a gender--sat on a three-legged wooden stool, her hands guiding a brush over a canvas. Her skin was a light shade of fuchsia, and her ears pointed. From her temples, sprouting up through her pale crimson hair, grew small horns, pyramids on her otherwise smooth forehead. Her eyes were grayish-green, and catlike; turned sideways, with the pupils being slits. She truly looked like she belonged here, in the underworld below the feet of the other gods to inhabit Aether.

Ah yes, the Underworld. A jagged, broken place that was hotter than anywhere else on Aether. Lava poured into a sea of magma below this goddesses feet, a large pool of it simply waiting to rise one day, or cool to from crystalline rocks. All over, stalagmites and stalactites hung and rose, occasionally touching to form pillars of stone. Somewhere, a demon howled, and then the sound of tearing flesh and flapping wings sounded. The goddess turned her head momentarily, but resumed her work quickly, ignoring the rather normal sound in her domain.

This goddess, this thing, was Sterling, the goddess of the Underworld, vengeance and lust.

Looking closely at her, one could tell all of these things were true. As described, she appeared to be demonic, but was also rather womanly and feminine, her black, clingy catsuit matching her form, minus the back and left arm, where parts of it where missing; torn off, it appeared, by sharp claws. In fact, the suit was held together by various pieces of leather meeting at rings, holding it up like suspenders. A rather odd clothing choice, to almost anyone's eyes. Vengeance emulated from her cold, calculating stare, and from her unmoving expression. Had she spoken then, one would hear the lust and vengeance in her voice; desire one moment, want for her own selfish justice the next.

Her catlike eyes shifted over her canvas, and with a final stroke over her brush, she seemed satisfied. On the canvas was, in a crimson paint that looked oddly like the lifeblood of some animal or another, a portrait of a cottage, flames billowing out from atop it and a small human figure standing distantly from it, watching. She backed up somewhat to admire it when, suddenly, a rock fell from the ceiling.

The rock, with dust following it in a truly beautiful manner, hit the painting, creating a crater in the middle of the cottage. The dust settled all over the wet paint, ruining it. With a horrible look of disdain on her face, she threw the canvas into the magma below her, watching bitterly as it burned instantly on contact. For, you see, Sterling rather disliked the Underworld. Yes, it had its charms and the beasts were delightful companions, but it was rather horrible to live quite literally under ones equals. It made the goddess quite bitter at times, at best, and at worst, vengeful. She'd seek out any weak god or animal she could and simply torment it beyond believe; a fair revenge for her horrible, almost intolerable existence below the earth of Aether.

But, she had no time to think of such things; her mouth began, all of the sudden, to dry up, and her eyes burn like the magma itself. These symptoms became progressively worse, and realizing what was occurring, Sterling grabbed a vial from her belt. Inside was the rather horrible mixture of her own, salty tears and the blood of a, preferably young, griffon. This was how she managed, like the other gods, to remain alive; through this disgusting mixture, she survived. She could cry any time she wished, through stabbing herself or salting her eyes, but griffons were becoming rarer and rarer on the average plane, and rare even in the Overworld. She had quite a stock, but eventually, it would run out, as the griffons died to feed her quench for their blood. If she could find a way to survive without the elixir, well... It is best not to get one's hopes up.

She lifted the vial to her mouth, removing the stopper and letting the gooey liquid slide down into her mouth. Almost immediately, the effects stopped, and when the last drop was gone, she felt rejuvenated. She could, if she wished, run around the Underworld a dozen times before tiring.

But she didn't wish to.

Instead, she simple tended to the few things she could in the underworld; she viewed a small battle between two tiny demons, flying about the cave eating each others flesh. She inspected her small abode in the Underworld, a hollowed out rock dome made of obsidian, filled with, you guessed it, more rocks. She also saw, across the sea of magma and brawling demons, a flower patch; Quite an odd thing to grow in this hellhole. She had seem some god--Azanal, she believed his name was--picking flowers their from time to time. Why, she never knew; Such an area was filled with demons, the savage beasts that they are, meaning he would have to carve a path through them to pick one. She had considered heading over their, once, to investigate, but she had never--

Before she could even finish the thought, another rock fell, hitting her on the head. She looked up and swore, rubbing the area between her horns, attempting to stop the throbbing pain.
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Postby The Inritus Extraho » Mon May 09, 2011 9:09 pm

"Of course." Valtherzaw grinned. "Let's get moving. Wait, one sec." He pressed a couple buttons, flipped a lever, and then pushed a flask under a large, bubbling tube. It dropped a single drop, and immediately started hissing. He bent over it, and inhaled deeply. He stood up, seemingly more... more lifelike, taller, and stronger. "I'm ready. let's roll."

He stepped away, flipping another lever and watching intently as everything collapsed into a small box, around the size of a large rifle. He slung it over his back, snapped his fingers at a couple automatons standing in the corner, and followed his brother out of the fortress, modifying the chemical properties of the surrounding air to let him drift slowly to the ground, as if through a dense liquid.
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Mon May 09, 2011 9:15 pm

"Heh. Well then. Onward!" Kaaysel said as he hopped out of Valtherzaw's fortress. He then told his brother to wait, and went back to his castle. He slammed the doors of his underground vault open, and then took several vials of Unicorn blood and put them on his belt. He then went back up, sealed the door shut, and exited the castle.

Back by his brother's side, he took out the paper and pencil. "Now for the recruiting..." He said, and began writing on the paper. His writing was sloppy, but still perfectly readable.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Mon May 09, 2011 9:34 pm

Ceannairceach wrote:The Underworld,
Beneath the Equator

A woman--if one could name such a thing with a gender--sat on a three-legged wooden stool, her hands guiding a brush over a canvas. Her skin was a light shade of fuchsia, and her ears pointed. From her temples, sprouting up through her pale crimson hair, grew small horns, pyramids on her otherwise smooth forehead. Her eyes were grayish-green, and catlike; turned sideways, with the pupils being slits. She truly looked like she belonged here, in the underworld below the feet of the other gods to inhabit Aether.

Ah yes, the Underworld. A jagged, broken place that was hotter than anywhere else on Aether. Lava poured into a sea of magma below this goddesses feet, a large pool of it simply waiting to rise one day, or cool to from crystalline rocks. All over, stalagmites and stalactites hung and rose, occasionally touching to form pillars of stone. Somewhere, a demon howled, and then the sound of tearing flesh and flapping wings sounded. The goddess turned her head momentarily, but resumed her work quickly, ignoring the rather normal sound in her domain.

This goddess, this thing, was Sterling, the goddess of the Underworld, vengeance and lust.

Looking closely at her, one could tell all of these things were true. As described, she appeared to be demonic, but was also rather womanly and feminine, her black, clingy catsuit matching her form, minus the back and left arm, where parts of it where missing; torn off, it appeared, by sharp claws. In fact, the suit was held together by various pieces of leather meeting at rings, holding it up like suspenders. A rather odd clothing choice, to almost anyone's eyes. Vengeance emulated from her cold, calculating stare, and from her unmoving expression. Had she spoken then, one would hear the lust and vengeance in her voice; desire one moment, want for her own selfish justice the next.

Her catlike eyes shifted over her canvas, and with a final stroke over her brush, she seemed satisfied. On the canvas was, in a crimson paint that looked oddly like the lifeblood of some animal or another, a portrait of a cottage, flames billowing out from atop it and a small human figure standing distantly from it, watching. She backed up somewhat to admire it when, suddenly, a rock fell from the ceiling.

The rock, with dust following it in a truly beautiful manner, hit the painting, creating a crater in the middle of the cottage. The dust settled all over the wet paint, ruining it. With a horrible look of disdain on her face, she threw the canvas into the magma below her, watching bitterly as it burned instantly on contact. For, you see, Sterling rather disliked the Underworld. Yes, it had its charms and the beasts were delightful companions, but it was rather horrible to live quite literally under ones equals. It made the goddess quite bitter at times, at best, and at worst, vengeful. She'd seek out any weak god or animal she could and simply torment it beyond believe; a fair revenge for her horrible, almost intolerable existence below the earth of Aether.

But, she had no time to think of such things; her mouth began, all of the sudden, to dry up, and her eyes burn like the magma itself. These symptoms became progressively worse, and realizing what was occurring, Sterling grabbed a vial from her belt. Inside was the rather horrible mixture of her own, salty tears and the blood of a, preferably young, griffon. This was how she managed, like the other gods, to remain alive; through this disgusting mixture, she survived. She could cry any time she wished, through stabbing herself or salting her eyes, but griffons were becoming rarer and rarer on the average plane, and rare even in the Overworld. She had quite a stock, but eventually, it would run out, as the griffons died to feed her quench for their blood. If she could find a way to survive without the elixir, well... It is best not to get one's hopes up.

She lifted the vial to her mouth, removing the stopper and letting the gooey liquid slide down into her mouth. Almost immediately, the effects stopped, and when the last drop was gone, she felt rejuvenated. She could, if she wished, run around the Underworld a dozen times before tiring.

But she didn't wish to.

Instead, she simple tended to the few things she could in the underworld; she viewed a small battle between two tiny demons, flying about the cave eating each others flesh. She inspected her small abode in the Underworld, a hollowed out rock dome made of obsidian, filled with, you guessed it, more rocks. She also saw, across the sea of magma and brawling demons, a flower patch; Quite an odd thing to grow in this hellhole. She had seem some god--Azanal, she believed his name was--picking flowers their from time to time. Why, she never knew; Such an area was filled with demons, the savage beasts that they are, meaning he would have to carve a path through them to pick one. She had considered heading over their, once, to investigate, but she had never--

Before she could even finish the thought, another rock fell, hitting her on the head. She looked up and swore, rubbing the area between her horns, attempting to stop the throbbing pain.

Azanal ran. He always ran here. Staying in a dark place like the Underworld was not the right place for a living being. For one thing, it sapped one's energy. He had once fallen asleep here, and had only woken up when some demonic bats were chewing on his face. Even then it had been a struggle. The longer you stayed, the weaker and more sluggish you got. Azanal had to finish up his business quickly and get out just as quickly.

He ran toward the flower patch. To his knowledge, this was the only place the flower he needed grew. It was truly a difficult journey in the Underworld for the God. He was already weakened because of merely being in the Underworld, but then there was the fact he needed the flower just to keep himself...active. The concepts of life and death weren't entirely clear to Azanal. He was a relatively young god, and the concepts of life and death weren't entirely clear, other than the basic concepts young children have. He had seen beings born, and then seen them die, but wasn't sure why all that happened. He just knew dying wasn't right, but the thought he could die wasn't entirely clear to him.

He just knew he needed the flowers. Lashing out at a cat demon with his sword, it cut right in half. He briefly wondered what happened to demons when they died...

Another demon, this one like some kind of misshapen unicorn. He chopped it's head off before it could rush him. Almost at the flower patch now...

When he crashed right into someone. (Ceann, your cue.)
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Postby JuNii » Mon May 09, 2011 9:42 pm

The mother walked through her domain. because of her presence, the land was fertile, the plants bloomed constantly and the trees bore the juiciest fruit.

this was her realm and she was content.

she looked at her contraption and examined the bottle of clear liquid that it produced. she took a sip and smiled.

this batch is coming along nicely...
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Postby Ameriganastan » Mon May 09, 2011 9:56 pm

A horned figure darted through a seemingly endless oceanic expanse, a trident held in his right hand. He stopped, surveying his surroundings and let out a depressed sigh.

"Damn. Not a trace of the thing. I have to find one soon. My fuel is...how is my fuel?"

He pulled a large vial from his robes. It held held a small amount of blood, and was dangerously close to being empty. The figure, Arias was his name, stuffed the vial back inside his robe. When he made his domain, it was filled with powerful creatures for him to obtain the blood from. But lately, the sea had grown quiet and rather empty. And Arias was growing increasingly nervous. He returned to his home, a small palace under the water, and looked at his vial once more.

"I can practically hear the Prime calling me already. I have to find some fuel. Quick."

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Postby New Robotalica » Mon May 09, 2011 10:02 pm

Aether, The Forbidden Meadows
The Silverhall (Varenity's Palace)


Varenity, Godess of Shadows, Refelections and Color, slowly walked through the Dimly lit Hall, Holding a Long black septor. She looked to her left, she was there, her right, there she was again. Pale skin, long Black hair, cold eyes. Her outfit contrasted her skin, Black and flowing, slightly torn, she wore gloxes, as the Dress ran up in laces.. As Always. Her Palace's halls and rooms lined with Mirrors, all dunked in a deppressive Darkness of purple, with floral carvings in wherever there wasn't a Mirror. She held a rose in her hand, it was black and grey, before discarding it onto the floor. As she neared the massive front gate, she looked around at herself, before flicking her hand slightly, her refelection dissapering, as she reached the massive Iron gate, Black and Grey Roses wrapped around it like vines. The sky was a Dark Overcast, as usual, the ground deppressing and sad. She was running out of Land in her meadows, and she knew it.

For a long time now she did. As of late however, she was finding it increasingly difficult to find any Color in her patch of despair. She silently strolled through the meadows, all seeming as if she had stepped from a hall of forever into a world of nothing. In the far distance, a Patch of Sunny Yellow and Hot Red peaked out. Her eyes Dialated as she began on her way towards it. When she arrived, the Septor she was holding was lowered into it, a large orb at the end with a Violet-ish Must inside, it being held by 3 metal braces wrapped cruvingly with shar points at the end, as the Color from the Plants turned to a mist and Defused into the Orb. She inhaled and sighed of pleasure, the Patch now Grey, matching the Rest of everything, as she put the Orb by her bouth, the purple Aura seeped into her mouth, she syet again inhaling with Pleasure. This made her feel Excellant.

However, these days were slipping away. Between the Bothersome creatures that from time to time she had to slay and discard of and her fleeting fuel source, she began to look to other lands as a Vampire does to new prey. However, she also knew they were running out of their fuels aswell- Everyone was. But as of now, she stood in the Forbidden Meadows, her hair swaying in the slight wind that blew, looking far away. The Rolling hills seeming endless to Better lands. As she turned around, un-phased by any negative emotion currently. She hardly ever showed it if she was.

After the long trek back to her Underground reside, she ever so quietly walked to her "Throne" as one might call it Miles underground. a Massive fireplace with black fire crackled. The enormous room like everywhere else covered in Mirrors. She sighed, resting her hads as she sat, staring into nothingness, Alone.
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Postby JuNii » Mon May 09, 2011 11:47 pm

she carried a bottle of her elixar back to her modest dwelling... perhaps she should have someone else brew it for her... tis simple enough... and those hairless apes seem capable...

however such thoughts were driven from her mind when she saw who lay at her door.

"well, well... I can't imagine anyone else whom I would never picture here." she studied him for a moment. then realized that he was not just sleeping... but something was terribly wrong.

"oh dear... you let yourself go to the edge... didn't you... " she said without pity. she knew what he needed and the fact that he had the gall to come to HER to get it...

still... as much as it pained her, she had to help the Smith God...

with great distaste, she grabbed a gourd and picked up his axe. putting her clay jug on the ground. she walked into her garden.

in the center stood a large maple tree. a sapling she raised herself. she stared at it and placed her hand against the trunk.

"Do it... if my death brings life, then the circle will be complete." the tree conveyed it's feelings to her.

with tears in her eyes, The Mother took the axe and with heavy strikes, cut down her tree.

she gathered up the sap into the Gourd and returned to Cullan... she then picked him up and carried him into her home. and placed him on her bed. she then put the gourd to his lips and let the sap run into his mouth.

she then sat down at the table to watch him. as she slowly drained her jug.

"yes, I think I will teach these humans how to brew... it would help me greatly..."
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Unscramble these words...1) PNEIS. 2)HTIELR 3) NGGERI 4) BUTTSXE
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Postby NWO-ONE » Tue May 10, 2011 12:05 am

Cullan suddenly awoke from his sleep "Thank you so much i thought i was going to be absorbed, how can i ever repay you?" After they had talked for awhile Cullan had left leaving his ax behind. He knew where he was going now he was going east to see his old friend Yther , the machine god. He had hoped to meet him to see if things were fine there also because he had to pick up a machine to assist him in his work. He really hoped that the machine worked because he had almost died trying to get the machine.

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He finally arrived near where his friend lived he founds old parts and picked them up, these could be useful he thought. They were mostly scrap metal but they were a rare type of metal and very strong so if he had time to smith he could make a really good sword but it would take awhile. The ground was wet and that meant that a rainstorm had just passed meaning a few robots would be rusted out. He kept walking up the mountain when he ran into Yther.

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Postby 7ARC » Tue May 10, 2011 4:59 am

Aether, Shadowlands

Xao sat upon his shadowed throne, his palace of darkness and the unknown cast into eternal gloom by the Shadowlands. Wraiths floated silently about, made of shadows and made to serve. Outside the giant palace, whose walls were made of solid dark energy, was a thick veil which cocooned the entire complex, swirling with darkness and the faces of unknown creatures, and with visions of unseen places. The glowing eyes of Xao swept over his palace, and he swept his hand across the air infront of him, conjuring a palette of darkness on which glowed scenes of the Aether. A werewolf ran through the forest, a woman battling a troll, two brothers in a workshop. There were also darker images.. more sinister. A shadowy being lurked in an abyssal pit, the essence of a mighty deity howled through the sky..

None of these gods knew they were being watched. Xao was the essence of darkness and the unknown. He slashed the dark palette to pieces, reabsorbing the darkness. Fuel supplies were starting to run low. The demons he fought were beginning to weaken, their blood watered down by millennium of being slew at the hands of Xao.
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Postby JuNii » Tue May 10, 2011 11:18 am

she watched as cullan left. then she quietly shook her head. less out of disappointment, and more out of the alcohol she had consumed.

she looked at the huge wall mirror and command it to show her Cullan's dwelling. when the image clarified, she opened the portal and tossed the axe through.

she then shifted the image to show her her little side project. in a hidden valley, the simians she's been 'training' seems to be doing alright. they got the concept of farming almost down... but they still need a little more pushing if they are to succeed in her task...

ah, the group she has been training for brewing seems to have gotten to a good start... but she sighed... it will be many years before they get to the point where it will be potable...
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Postby New Robotalica » Tue May 10, 2011 1:21 pm

Varenity looked around at her Palace. The massive translucent containers of her sweet sweet nectar, all had ran Dry, All she had was what their was left of her land. Or was their a beyond her land. The Closest god to her in all of Aether was the forests that lay domain to the Mother. Their were plentiful sums of Flora there.

Varenity didn't seem to care for the preclaimed boundries that were said to exist according to the others. But while didn't give much of a thought about others land claims, she did know it would cause controversy. So, as any other plan, she scrapped it..

Getting up from her pungently designed throne, she decided it was time to go for relaxing stroll around her Somber Palace. She slowly roamed. As she always did, eversince her creation. Ofcourse, she used to be able to just Roam, Roam and Roam, everywhere. For Long Periods of Time, only once in a Year returning to her Atrium of Shadows to inhale her fuel before returning to her maze, with rooms, and halls, and mirrors. But now, now she could no longer travel her Palace. More than ever did she have travel up to her dismal surface claim.

She hated it. Having to share time n the surface with others. In the Noisy, Dirty, purposless Surface. But she did what she must, and she must go to the surface. But ever so often did she miss the days of Solitude, of peace and quiet, of serenity in her Cold, Still, Bleak home. She really did. She walked all the way to the Top unnexpectedly. Oh, Might aswell... she thought to herself, as the Massive gate screeched open, and then shut behind her as she trodded on the Flowers and Grasses. Perhapse it was time to see just what the Mother was doing nowadays to meet her fill.
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Postby Inkarzikan » Tue May 10, 2011 1:36 pm

Zirconsis walked up his mountain, wanting to find some Crimefruit.
"Why the hell hasn't there been a thunderstorm in here?" He said, tiredly. He decided to yell, to see if, by some change, it would work.
"I NEED LIGHTNING!!!" He yelled into the valley of the mountains, then stared at the sky.
"Nothing." He walked into his house, with cages and everything. He sat down, and he started to feel uncomfortable. He walked out, and down the mountain.
"I need Crimefruit." He said, walking into the Wastelands.
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Postby New Robotalica » Tue May 10, 2011 2:06 pm

Varenity heard a loud preach for somthing in the distant mountains that resided near the forest, precisly at a cliff, looking she noticed what seemed to be.. Zirconsis. What was he doing here?

As she wave her hand, Zirconsis's Shadow Stopped instantly, as he pulled away from it, it standing their, it morphed into Varenities Shadow as she arose from it, before his shadow rushed back to him.

She was curious to see what it was he was out here for.

"Ah, Zirconsis, what brings you all the way over here by the Forbidden Meadows?" She asked inquisitivly, as a small low lying green plant faded Grey.
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