The Creators [IC]

[Negros Island and the Visayan Region]

Forindos
God of Fate and Control

At the city of Voius, above the battlefield

Forindos, in his hawk form, arrived at the City of Voius after a few hours. From there, he saw the battlefield, as chaotic as ever. He looked to his left and saw the remains of several mortals lying outside the city walls. On his right, he saw dead beasts and destroyed siege weapons. Chaotic it was, he said. He went closer to the battlefield and stayed above.

Forindos went back to his original form, still wearing his robe. He sighed heavily. He said loudly,

"What is this mess? I thought we gods should protect and develop this land for the better, maintaining the balance of all? Yet you are all here, acting like the demons you so despise. You all have immense magnitudes of power bestowed in your hands yet your minds are feeble, comparable to that of a mortal."

After that, several Zakhialgyns appeared beside him, armed with weapons and armor. They encircled Forindos and raised their shields and spears, forming a shield wall.

Forindos continued to observe the battlefield, planning his next move.

[Parcia]

Kaidao pulled himself from his meditation and for the first time since its existence set foot on Canvas, the god of enlightenment and tranquility felt great sadness at the destruction and suffering he is witnessing. "What... What is the meaning of all this destruction? The mortals, those poor mortals used and thrown away like tools by the gods." He said to himself as he sensed everything around him. A single tear fell from his blind and covered eyes before he removed a flute from the inside of his robes, sitting cross legged on a rock outcropping he played a sad and sobering song to honor the dead mortals and mark this day as a day of great sadness. His music drifted throughout Canvas as he tried to give tranquility to the dying mortals, to soothe their fears as they stood before the great unknown of death, the dying mortals on the former plain of battle would be brought to a peaceful end as Kaidao blessed them all with tranquility. He continued to play, he felt the suffering and death surrounding him was slowly being transformed into tranquility as the mortals were allowed a chance to have a moment of well deserved peace before death claimed them.

The melody would float across the winds, and it would catch the Reapers ear. He would listen as he traveled home, reaching his domain in the sky.

[Camelone]

Concluding his song on the flute Kaidao remained cross legged on the rocks overlooking the remains of the battle. Stretching out his mind across Canvas he searched for the two gods that could help him with the plan he was devising that could help to steward Canvas to a peaceful world. Searching for two distinct signatures of Sage dust he found them, Shrill and Eis. He stood up and quickly rushed to where Shrill was, and where he knew the wounded Eis would be laying.

Arriving softly from the sky he pointed his face towards the two, not necessarily seeing them but just being polite enough to not make the conversation hard. "Hail Sagekin, I am Kaidao the god of enlightenment and tranquility. I have pulled myself from my meditation and reflections and have become overwhelmed with the suffering of the mortals… I have a plan but I need your help, both of your help. Shrill I would like for your permission to create a set of islands in the central ocean, Eis could help shape the landscape, and from there we must populated the islands with people who would make it a place of enlightenment and stability in this world of suffering. I need your help. Shrill not only to bring the islands up but to also protect the islands from the possibility of naval invasion and bless them with bountiful fish to eat, and Eis I need your send and for them to receive your blessing of prosperity. As for I, I will establish libraries, monasteries, and civilization upon the islands that will act as a beacon of hope to all of Canvas. Are you with me my kin?"

[Gurori]

Zennus and the Pandas had reappeared in Pandorus. "Well, now that they all think we are no longer exist,t we can live in peace." The God said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "Balance is restored, for now. People are dying of natural causes rather than from war and are being born at an equal rate."

[The Great Devourer of All]

City of Voius

Opacre looked around him. The massive armies that had been engaged in brutal combat only moments before were now looking towards a flute-playing god as opposed to slaughtering each other like swine. He turned to his general, who was on top of a Rakta, and ordered him to rile up the troops again.

"I'm sorry, sir. They won't do anything except listen to that damned music. Some of them have even dropped their weapons." Replied the specialized Ukri, who was clad in armor crafted from bones. Opacre tugged on his dragon's reins, flew a few meters into the sky, and plunged into the ranks of his own army. He leaped off of his mount, yelling at the entranced soldiers.

"Fight, damn you!" He shouted directly at once's face, only for it to stumble backwards and drop its spear. Roaring in anger, he cut it in half with a swift stroke of his blade.

"Imbeciles! We were on the verge of victory!" He bellowed at the legions of silent scales and flesh. He rampaged through the crowd, decapitating and dismembering his troops one by one. Only a few of them stirred, but they, too, would eventually fall back into the trance. Finally, he decided that no amount of yelling and ordering would rejuvenate his army. He used his sword to impale the nearest Sakti, thus driving the blade into the earth and effectively sheathing it. He then pulled out his other weapon- one which he had not used since he had first brought carnage and decay to Canvas. He slowly unsheathed the black casing of his third eye, exposing it to the open air. Raw, ethereal carnage spilled out into the surrounding area, saturating his beasts with potent magic. The portions of their brains that acknowledged the music that was mesmerizing them were numbed and subdued, and their Reptilian Complexes were filled to the brim with activity.

Suddenly, the trance seemingly ceased to function on Opacre's creations, and they slipped back into their mad battle frenzy. The hordes of bloodthirsty creatures launched a massive attack upon the forces of the Combine as they were tranquilized, slaughtering the helpless troops with ease. They began to push for the tunnels from which they came, and victory seemed near, but then Opacre did something strange. He made his dragon roar three times, getting his troops' attention, and then ordered them all to retreat from the battle.

Thousands of troops rushed away from the scene of the battle, fleeing into the mountains in which they had set up a base what seemed like ages ago. Siege engines and battle rollers thundered back towards the peaks atop which they were crafted, flocks of birds soared towards their roosts, and what remained of the cloud of flies swarmed back towards its place of refuge. Within minutes, the battlefield contained not a single member of Opacre's army. Within hours, Opacre expected each of his troops to be back at his fortress. Even the mighty worm had vacated the premises, tunneling away in the direction of the snowy peaks.

Meanwhile, a single buzzard flew towards Voius himself. There were empty sockets where its eyes should have been, and a dark magic brewed inside its soul. When it landed next to the god of loyalty and destiny, it opened its beak and allowed a deep, raspy voice to escape.

"Lord Opacre wishes to inform you that he has abandoned the battle not out of loss or lack of respect, but due to the fact that the enemy appears incapacitated and his army needs to be rebuilt. If this changes, he will gladly join you and your men in combat again. The bodies of his soldiers have been left to rot; he requests you allow them to do so. Out of respect, he has decided to postpone the decay of your fallen troops long enough for them to have proper burials. If you ever need assistance again, the god of carnage and decay will gladly provide it. You may count yourself among the few who can truly call themselves friends of Opacre." With that, the bird closed its beak and awaited a response from the god it addressed.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

The City of Voius
The battle had been bloody and the crude, uneven streets of the city were clogged with corpses. Yet the armies which had just minutes before been slaughtering each other paused, mesmerized, to gaze up at the flute-playing madman- nay, "mad-god"?- up in the sky. His sweet melodies drifted down onto the armies of Voius, Opacre, and the Combine, and entranced them. Voius gazed around at the most loyal of his troops, who now stared upward at that peace-loving freak. Luckily there were some members of Voius' army who were immune to this trance, out of sheer stupidity.
The warriors of clay, as fragile and spindly as they were, possessed no brain, only the knowledge that they were to fight the Combine. Thus they, who had been the rearguard of Voius' host, now flooded into the battle and slashed at the dazed insectoids unopposed.

In addition, the Temple Guards, who were equally unintelligent but were scores tougher, were not fazed by the piper and instead continued their path of destruction, weaving deep into the Combine's ranks and slicing through dozens- even hundreds- of the Combine while they had the chance. Voius noticed that Opacre was trying to rally his hordes to attack, but he was unsuccessful. Finally he performed some of his own magic, and the Ukri and their kin roared back to the battle. Yet they then began a fast retreat, and streamed out of the city. In their place the roads were covered by a black sheet, sprinkled with Combine corpses- the Ukri dead.

Voius looked aghast. "Have they abandoned us?" he asked to no one in particular, seeing as his entire force was paralyzed. Then a vulture swooped towards him and delivered Opacre's message. Voius sighed with relief and his face cleared. "Thank you, fair beast. Opacre and his people have fought long and hard, and I understand his cause. I think I can defeat what remains of the Combine. I will honor his requests as well, and thank him for leaving my dead for burial. I am thankful to be a friend of Opacre, and hopefully soon we together may descend on the Combine's writhing hive and wipe that evil from the land."

After he had addressed the blind messenger, Voius tried to figure out how to get his men out of that trance. "There is no other way." Voius finally took out a small golden dagger, and sliced a deep cut into his finger. Instantly the smell of Voius' godly blood spread through the air all over the city. His hosts snapped out of the trance, and were driven wild by the smell of their god's blood. Someone had hurt their divine leader, and they had to pay. In a frenzy, the whole horde of Voius yelled wild war cries and descended on the still-entranced Combine, mutilating and slaughtering their enemy in the worst ways possible.

[New American Peoples Republic]

Armorias is sitting in his palace's office reviewing coies of the blood contracts signed by his soldiers. "I need to get out, I've been here for months and months." He said. Armorias transported himself to the closet village, one that effigies for "The Demon Man", as the mortals word him. He couldn't help but laugh at how the mortals sees him as, a red Phoenix with Satanic horns. And the fact that they think silly effigies can keep him away. " Would you like to work for me? I pay ten gold bars an hour."
That's what happens, Armorias gets people to sign the contract by greed and/or his charm. "Follow me and we can make the deal." The guy followed Armorias into a dark area with no one around.
"Sign this contract, and you'll receive a hundred gold bars." He had pulled out a rollwed out contract. The man was about to sign it, but he didn't. Of course this angered Armorias, but he won't be able to force the mortal into signing it or attack the mortal.

[Gurori]

Zennus

Zennus died from a heart attack, causing chi to be abolished and balance to become a natural cycle. The pandas were full of so much grief that they sunk Pandorus, causing their species to go extinct.

(Now Zennus is gone, I shall now use Aeros!)

Aeros

Aeros awoke, he had existed for a while now but spent most of it asleep. He decided to make himself a floating island seeing how he was god of the skies. Aeros set up a deckchair and watched over the world for something interesting to happen.

[Negros Island and the Visayan Region]

Forindos
God of Fate and Control

Forindos retreated to the Obelisk Dimension after he observed the gods below. He sat on his throne, thinking and planning his next actions.

"I can't let this slip away. My presence is insignificant down there." He angrily said.

Forindos thought deeply for hours. He sat motionless, as if he was a statue. After an hour, Forindos moved his hand towards a pedestal and took a small orb.

"I guess all I have to do again is observe", Forindos said. He rubbed the orb and placed it inside his armor. He leaned on his right and rested, waiting for things to happen.

[New American Peoples Republic]

Armorias stormed into his office, pushing the papers on his desk on to the floor and then punching the concrete wall. "That was ten people!" He shouted, "What's happening? The mortals would practically beg for gold!" He stormed up to the tower to overlook the local villages. He calls the palace's tower 'Armorias' Eye'.

[Drakorvanyia]

Shrill
"This has gotten rather out of control.." Shrill whispered to herself as she saw the smoke rising in the distance, a result of the siege. She felt too the sinking of the grand civilization of the Pandas into the depths of her watery realm, where no doubt the fish that had been raining from the sky would be feeding on whatever remains the Pandas of Zennus left behind. Food for her children, yes, but hardly an example of a world built on peace and cooperation between gods. Though she feared the idea that she was overstepping her boundaries, as she was no leader of this squabbling pantheon, Shrill decided that it was high time a second council meeting was called.

With a wave of her hand, the ring of opulent thrones appeared in the sky, just as they were when the gods first discovered Canvas. Any of the gods present in the realm could see the thrones as clear as day, hopefully they'd know what they signified, and decided to attend the meeting. Shrill, while her contribution to the world was indeed very minimal, did not want to miss the opportunity to express her views and intent at the meeting. She'd have to do everything in her power to stop Canvas from being torn about by the hundreds of conflicting interests of its deities. Swimming through the sky up to the ring of thrones and seated herself. She rested her cheek on an open palm, and waited for the rest of the gods to arrive.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

Voius, God of Loyalty and Destiny
Voius was slashing and thrashing at the dazed Combine troops when he saw the ring of thrones rise once more into the sky. "They can take care of this," the deity said to himself, glancing at his troops, now overcome with bloodlust. Rising into the air, the god swooped over to the thrones and took one, eyeing the God already there but keeping his distance.

[Negros Island and the Visayan Region]

Forindos
God of Fate and Control

Forindos was resting in his throne room when a Zakhialgyn scout approached him. The scout appears to have a large papyrus-like material on his hand. The scout kneeled down in front of Forindos and offered the paper to him.

"My lord, Burkan Tsag, Master of Deceit and the Lord of Emptiness, I come with news from the realm below.", the scout said.

"At ease, child.", Forindos said as he reaches for the paper. "What is it?"

Forindos unfolds the paper and reads the report while the scout explains.

"Apparently there are reported sightings of our scouts in several observatories spread throughout the Canvas about a strange object floating in the sky. We couldn't figure out what it was, but we are sure that this matter needs your attention, my lord."

Forindos stands up from his throne and walked towards the robe rack. He took his robe from the rack and stares at it.

"You may go now.", Forindos said as he signals the scout to go. The scout stands up and leaves.

Forindos wore his robe and stepped outside the obelisk room. He walked towards the portal and headed towards space just above the canvas. After his arrival, he saw an array of thrones sitting above the Canvas. He smirked.

"So it begins.", he said to himself.

[The Great Devourer of All]

From his mountainous fortress, Opacre noticed a ring of thrones rising into the sky. He thought for a moment. Although he hadn't been present for most of the first meeting of the gods, he seemed to remember a similar ring of thrones there. Deciding that it might be worthwhile to attend the meeting, he got ready to leave. Before he did, though, he created something new with his growth vats. This new creature was an Ukri-Sakti hybrid, stronger and smarter than both. After the creature was created, he placed a small piece of his soul directly into its head.

"Live, my son. I dub thee Mordus, son of Opacre and god of impending doom and the apocalypse." He spoke. For a moment, the creature was silent, and then it replied,

"I live, father." He rose to his feet and walked towards a small throne of flesh-covered bones taking shape near Opacre's larger throne. Mordus then took his place on the vile seat.

"Good. You will watch over my hordes while I am away." Opacre informed him.

"Yes, father." With that, Opacre transformed into a flock of sightless birds and flew off towards the thrones in the sky.

[Kaltavya]

Alone in the tiny shrine, Eis missed the sight of the thrones rising, and so did not immediately attend. Instead, he started coming to terms with what happened to him after falling unconcious.

"I... never built this. Yet it's made of my sand." He commented idly as he patted the table he had been laying upon. "I was above the... water when I fainted... so Shrill might be able to tell me what happened."

A sigh left him as he looked down at himself, his shattered form continuing to rebuild itself. He stood from his resting place, almost collapsing as his arm that propped him up shattered. Stumbling his way to the opposite end of the shrine, he found the door and quickly shunted it open, shedding sand in his wake.

He had to hide his eyes briefly, as he had become accustomed to the dark of the shrine, though soon lowered his one leftover arm and looked around himself, confused. This was a beach, and around him were crabs. Many, many crabs and crabpeople. Shrill was definitely involved. His worm hovered above, and quickly lowered itself to him, channelling information about recent events to the confused little god.

"A war already broke out, huh? And the thrones are back in the sky? Suddenly I'm glad that I missed all this... Shrill's gotta be there. Though, I'm gonna need to downsize you a bit, for convenience..."

The worm nodded, and most of its body was shed until it formaed a much smaller being. Eis used some sand to quickly reform his clothing, sans the sleeve of his missing arm, and took off for the thrones. He paid no mind to the cracks of his skin for now, he couldn't exactly get rid of them.

Upon reaching the thrones, he looked around momentarily then moved over to Shrill, coughing lightly to catch her attention so he could get some more answers.

"Hey, Shrill...." he didn't say much for now, deciding to greet her before attempting to interrogate her.

[Tulkomanistan]

He was inefficient, wasn't he? He was watching the battle nearly since it began but he didn't even attempt to stop the conflict. Why didn't he do it? Maybe he was scared to kill more mortals. Busnia sighed and looked up to the sky. Maybe seeing it's peaceful state will help him relax. He couldn't get what he wanted though.'Another meeting?' Busnia asked himself. He could already guest the topic of this upcoming meeting.

Busnia opened his wings but he did not fly. Stardust crystals flowed out from his wings. The crystals started to move around Busnia. Busnia remembered something he saw in his realm earlier but didn't bother to remember the scene. He had to focus on what he is doing. Busnia closed his wings when he had enough of stardust crystals. The crystals broke into pieces and started to merge. The crystals started to melt when all of them finally managed to make a ball of stardust. Molten stardust started to take shape of a long creature. After it took the shape Busnia wanted, most of the molten stardust started to freeze. With a few changes here and there, Busnia managed to bring his creation to life.

The creature was like a Chinese dragon with a few tendrils of molten stardust going out from it's head and tail. It roared before looking at Busnia. Tendrils on it's head were allowing it to communicate with Busnia. Those things were also allowing it to make and collect stardust and it's materials but it couldn't do much with stardust and it's materials. The creature left Busnia alone and started to fly above the battlefield after staying near him for a few seconds.

Busnia turned into his humanoid form before going to the meeting place. He was feeling somewhat relaxed after managing to create a creature that will watch Canvas when he was away. He was still worried though. A part of him was expecting it to be inefficient like Busnia was during this battle.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Alagaroth

Alagaroth turned to his abode, 'Ah, I should instead make my creation...' he said. He took more clay from the sea floor, and eventually, he made a medium sized island. Due to his huge hands, he had to make his creations enormous. He molded the man, and breathed life unto him, he put the man into a deep sleep first though, and he took a chunk of him, and molded the woman. He also grew trees with trunks like scrolls, and prickly grass with tips that spout black liquid, he told the man to make a scroll out of the 'scroll trees', and write what he said on the scroll with the 'pengrass'. 'My creation, write down what I say on that scroll, and tell your descendants to do so as well.' Alagaroth said authoritatively.

The Vekra, Book of Alagaroth Khalum Laum (Thoughts and Laws of Alagaroth),
Chapter 1
The world was devoid of life before 'the One' as I call him.
As he died, I and my fellow gods popped into existence.
We had Canvas, a barren world at the time, for ourselves.
We began creating our creations and an invader from faraway came.
And a war is raging between them and some major gods...

Chapter 2
I fell on the sea, and made my comfy abode on the sea floor.
Soon I thought of creating my own creation, like the others.
However, my hands were large, thus, I made you enormous.
Firstly though, I made this island and everything to accommodate.
And then, I molded you, my beloved creation on Canvas.

Chapter 3
Write every law that I speak, and follow all of it at all times.
I am your creator, you shall worship me at whatever time.
I am your creator, preach me, and I shall prosper you greatly.
I am your creator, if I speak to you, you must write it down.
I am your creator, learn to forgive and forget, love and give.

Chapter 4
All these laws are for the sacrifices you shall make for me.
I am your god, crush pengrass, and burn it for me, good will come.
I am your god, write praises on small scrolls, and burn the scrolls.
Do this, and the praises you give will be turned into blessings for you.
I am your god, I will pick from you prophets and saints, follow them.

Chapter 5
These laws that I have said, are but a few, more will come though.
Follow them all, preach them, and blessings will be given tenfold.
Women are equal to men, treat them as such, as some may be blessed.
Blessed with what? You may say, for my blessing will come as a king.
I shall bless them with a child, and the child will be destined for power.