The Chronicles Of Aether Ep. 1: The Second Genesis

by **New Robotalica** » Mon May 16, 2011 5:53 pm

Varenity was just Sitting there, thinking. Realizing that it was done. Her fuel problem was solved,. She had these.. Puppets BRING her Color for her. All she had to do was go to the Well and Viit them. She had Monumentous plans for them all. Especialy the Shadows.

by **Nature-Spirits** » Mon May 16, 2011 6:15 pm

Ensé decided that he would go down and see how his Forest (he would claim the one where his Tree Sprite lived as his personal one) was. He jumped and morphed into a wood frog mid-air, diving into the well. As he felt the water begin to become the air of the Lower Plane he again transformed, this time into a peregrine falcon.
As he dove down to the Forest where he knew instinctively the Tree Sprite lived he contemplated what he would do there. Well, I should introduce myself to the forest, he thought. I should also explain to them that I will come down to them every full moon and take the life force of a 100-year-old tree.
He realised that he was into the treetops now and began his transformation into a tree. A nice dramatic entrance should remove any doubt that I am their lord and creator, if there is any doubt anyway, that is.
He slammed into the ground just as his transformation was complete and took root. He briefly connected with the forest, which gave him a chance to familiarise himself with it and vice-versa before reverting into his preferred form, the form similar to the ones the majority of the Gods took.
"Merry meet and Blessed Be, oh Forest of mine," he said telepathically to everything in the Forest, whether tree, animal or spirit. "I am Ensé, God of Forests and Wild Animals, your Lord and Creator, though I would like to establish that I am not to be obeyed unless either you agree to my will or it is necessary. Now I am not the only God, there are many others, but you are my domain, the only one I must answer to being the Mother, though Pythorga's role is similar to mine.
"I will come down to you when the Moon, that bright light up in the sky, is full like it is now to take the life force of a one-hundred year-old tree to keep myself alive, for if I do not, if I die, the Forest's Supreme Guardian, the Tree Sprite, and the Tree Sprite's distant relatives, the Leshy and the Gnome, will become weak and possibly die, which would affect all of you in negative ways. Thank you, and Goodbye."
He morphed into a bird once more and took off, rising into the sky and up through the well, back to Aether.
That took a bit more energy than I'd expected. That'll be my last transformation for a while, he thought as he morphed back to his usual form.

by **Jade Confederacy** » Mon May 16, 2011 6:23 pm

With trembling hands, Toritalis reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a nut sized crystal. He then quickly popped it into his mouth. The effect of the Fuel was immediate. The fatigue that he felt for the past decade or so faded away as a surge of energy coursed threw him. He sighed and got up. The rest of the gods were recuperating too. Now that the world was almost made, their creators were beginning to lay claim to the new world via their servants and creations. Toritalis was not to be outdone. From his suit, he pulled out a fist sized egg, and then he squeezed his fist to reopen his wound. He dripped three drops of glowing golden blood onto the egg. The egg glowed and quintupled in size, its shell glowed luminously gold with ever a changing rainbow of emerald, cyan, and silver near the poles. Toritalis walked up to the well, kissed the eggs shell which warmed up in response, “Go forth first of the Gamayuns and brave this new realm in the name of thy god Toritalis! Live, proper and multiply. Always remember to honor and remain true to thine guardian and creator and the realm of the skies shall be thou home. Shall the Sky bring thine peace and the stars knowledge. Farewell”. Toritalis dropped the egg into the well which made a satisfying plop sound. He then moved away from the well and observed his cousins

by **Ceannairceach** » Mon May 16, 2011 6:27 pm

Sterling, ignoring the other gods in their ceremony and givings, approched the well, drawing two things into her hands as she did. The first being her jagged, stained knife, the other being a small piece of white cloth, producing the latter from her sheath and the former from a small pouch at her hip. As she approached the well, she stopped, standing over it with the blade of the dagger in her had. Holding her closed fist over the well, she squeezed, producing a trickle of blood falling from her hand. Regretting not coming up with some small note earlier, she declared, "This is for the vampires, who shall feed off the blood of the living, eternally damned to hide in shadow and the depths of the world."

Next, as she sheathed the dagger, she ripped off half of the cloth and pressed it to her lips, leaving a small mark of lipstick on it. She dropped this in next, noting, "And this is for the succubi, also damned, filled with lost for both blood and desire."

Finally, she kissed another piece of cloth, bloodying it as well. "And this," she remarked as she dropped the bloodied cloth into the well. "This is for Lamia. Devourer of children, beauty never to be seen without death."

She turned then, wrapping a third, longer cloth around her bloodied-but-healing hand. Bored and directionless now, she approached Azanal, the trespassing god. She sauntered over, befitting her status as goddess of lust, and when she was but a hair's length away, she asked in a sultry tone, "So, the young god Azanal... Remind me again, what was it you were doing in my domain? Fuel, was it?"

by **Zarkenis Ultima** » Mon May 16, 2011 7:04 pm

Kaaysel then sat down near Arias and Volla and from there he watched everything that the other Gods did on his and Valtherzaw's precious world. They were all shaping it, granting it many gifts and populating it with several races. Kaaysel was so happy, he would have cried if he wasn't aware that this was only possible due to him being a daring bastard.

He happily glanced over to the Goddesses Varenity and STerling, who deemed him crazy. While he had no problem with being called that, since in his mind, he was sort of crazy, he silently cherished the irony. He noticed Sterling approaching the new God and talking to him.

"Devil got to him before me. Oh, well." He thought ot himself.

Finally, satisfied with what was happening around him, Kaaysel started making sand sculptures, playing with the sand like a child on a beach, the smile on his face ressembling not that of the God of Alchemy, Weaponry and Daring Deeds, but of the mere child that he once was, aeons and aeons ago.

by **Malshan** » Mon May 16, 2011 7:10 pm

Lycaeon noticed the boyish grin on Kaaysel's face and grinned despite himself. Even in our most desperate of times, he still finds something to smile about. he thought. He shifted into his wolf form and dropped to the Lower Plane, seeking out Alphaeus. Once he found him, he said "My son, I come to you with a request. Keep a herd of deer as cattle, breed the next Golden Hind among them, that way the possibility of the gene being carried on is greatest."
"Yes, my lord Lycaeon. Your will be done."
Lycaeon smiled and set a paw on Alph's shoulder. "You have my favor, son of mine. Live long and guide my chosen people well." Then he turned and disappeared back to the Upper Plane.

by **New Robotalica** » Mon May 16, 2011 7:23 pm

Varenity noticed Kaaysel glancing at her, giving a "Big deal, you were right" Smile. He would rue the Day...s that he made Varenity look like a Fool.

Not really, but it made her sound in her mind. Knowing that her massive Empty Vats would be Filled Soon enough with Color. As she thought of all the Changes to be made on the Upper plane, her black dress turned a Dim red for a Moment, as she thought into infinity. thinking about Beutifying the silverhall, revamping it to its sunny self as it was so very long ago. In the Creative thought, she Decided to add a Nice Flare to her little Creations Realm- Perhapse she would have them Craft a Large, Glorified place of Worship to her.

by **The Last Tribe** » Mon May 16, 2011 9:04 pm

Volla noticed that the other gods and goddesses were making little creatues that could speak and work and bring them fuel, she decided that she should make some too, if she wanted to survive. She got up and walked over to the well, she lifted the final thing left from her spear and chanted, "They shall be hunters of things that give them a challenge. They will travel as far as their feet can carry them. If they reach the sea's or ocean's, they shall build ships of wood and steal. I shall call these creatures 'Einherjar'." She dropped the spear head into the well, and it shattered. Some where how she imagined, hunters of beast's small and large, others were made different they yelled, screamed, and fought each other. Volla giggled at that, "I shall call them 'Berserkers', mad as the strongest beasts they shall hunt."

But somthing was missing, somthing to challenge them, somthing that can keep them under control and watch over them. Volla tore off the crystal eye necklace she wore at all times, one last gift from the dead god Brimnir. "You. Shall watch over them, and keep them safe, but, you shall challange them also, and give them somthing worth fighting for. Your name shall be... 'Brimnir'" She tossed the jeweled necklace into the well. It burst, morphing and twisting into somthing new. What rose from the shattered remains were the bones of an ancient dead beast given life anew. Dracolich, was what it was called in life, now in death he is Brimnir reborn.

Volla looked into the well and shouted one more time, "Go! Explore and hunt! If any of you fall, you have a place in Sessrúmnir waiting for you!" after that she limped over to Kaaysel and her gear, and collapsed. She put her head on her gear and giggled aloud, "Does this mean i'm a mother?"

by **The Inritus Extraho** » Mon May 16, 2011 9:23 pm

Valtherzaw turned to the automaton in a purple robe. "You shall be my conduit." he said to it. "Lead them on their path, and discover many a new thing for yourselves." he began to turn away, then spun on his heel. "Make the strongest and largest of you into Defenders," Valtherzaw continued, not realizing how literally the High Mechanist would take this- "Oh, and sacrifice one gram of francium to your God each day... Or he will be displeased, and fire will rain down like lightning, as Acids flood the earth, and your veins will boil with rage as you are consumed by Rust."

by **Nightkill the Emperor** » Mon May 16, 2011 9:47 pm

Ceannairceach wrote:Sterling, ignoring the other gods in their ceremony and givings, approched the well, drawing two things into her hands as she did. The first being her jagged, stained knife, the other being a small piece of white cloth, producing the latter from her sheath and the former from a small pouch at her hip. As she approached the well, she stopped, standing over it with the blade of the dagger in her had. Holding her closed fist over the well, she squeezed, producing a trickle of blood falling from her hand. Regretting not coming up with some small note earlier, she declared, "This is for the vampires, who shall feed off the blood of the living, eternally damned to hide in shadow and the depths of the world."

Next, as she sheathed the dagger, she ripped off half of the cloth and pressed it to her lips, leaving a small mark of lipstick on it. She dropped this in next, noting, "And this is for the succubi, also damned, filled with lost for both blood and desire."

Finally, she kissed another piece of cloth, bloodying it as well. "And this," she remarked as she dropped the bloodied cloth into the well. "This is for Lamia. Devourer of children, beauty never to be seen without death."

She turned then, wrapping a third, longer cloth around her bloodied-but-healing hand. Bored and directionless now, she approached Azanal, the trespassing god. She sauntered over, befitting her status as goddess of lust, and when she was but a hair's length away, she asked in a sultry tone, "So, the young god Azanal... Remind me again, what was it you were doing in my domain? Fuel, was it?"

Azanal was tired, exhausted from both lack of Fuel and the fact he had subconsciously created an entire few races. There was also the fact he still was mentally, to put it frankly, a child, though his body was that of a seventeen year old. A rather honest and obedient child, as wolf children tend to be, even if they are in some other form. So he answered earnestly. "Yes, ma'am. I use your flowers for my Fuel. I'm not sure why, but that appears to be my particular Fuel."

He groaned, feeling tired, and a brief pain rocked his stomach. "Ma'am, with your permission this time, can I please re-enter the Underworld? I really need that Fuel right now." The young god admitted.

by **Zarkenis Ultima** » Mon May 16, 2011 9:51 pm

Kaaysel looked at Volla and laughed. "Well, they were born from you and all. I suposse you're the mother after all. The mother of those hunting things, that is." He said and then clarified, in order to avert any confusion that would be born from calling Volla "mother".

"I guess that means I could be a father!" He said jokingly.

He then went back to making his little sand sculptures. They came in various shapes, even when for the most part they were pretty similar. There were statues of small humanoid dragons, and then statues of what appeared to be a mixture between lion and eagle. Of the second variation, however, there were very few.

Whenever Kaaysel was done with one of his statues, he would draw a circle around it, and turn it into solid stone, then put it apart and begin making another. He, quite honestly, looked like a child playing in the sand, but this whole activity had a much deeper meaning.

by **Ameriganastan** » Mon May 16, 2011 10:05 pm

Arias awoke from his little fainting spell, but didn't bother getting up. He reached into his robes and drank a small amount of his fuel. His eyes had ceased glowing, and his voice was back to normal.

"Sweet bleeding Prime, that was...an experience. Real nice of you all to see if the passed out fish man...(Inner thought: Did i just call myself a fish man?) was alright. My head hurts...though that could be because i hit it fainting."

He stood up, cracking his neck, and gazing into the well, observing his creations. And he looked a little clueless.

"So...what am i supposed to do with these things I've made?"

by **New Robotalica** » Mon May 16, 2011 10:16 pm

Varenity leaned like a child over the Well. The shadow people were told to protect the Crystalines- They Set out to the trees with assistence of a Cystalsis Individual and were using common sense to create a Wooden Wall. The Crystalsis were collecting seeds and planting them furiously. The beings of shadow were basicly the Brains. Extremely Clever. They learned as they went though, so this was basic Construction. Still, it was pleasing to watch them follow instruction so Heartily. They were Innovative, they were crafting Makesgift Resting areas for the Crystalsis, and builing fences.

by **Asterdan** » Tue May 17, 2011 1:52 pm

"Strag, we must enter." He said to his snake.

He entered the dimension with his Giant Cobra. They searced the dimension until they found the darkest, most fearful cave.

"Strag, go forth and bring all the Weresnakes here. Fast."

Strag went and gathered all of the Weresnakes, normal, venomous, and Nure-Onna. He brought them to the cave. They gathered before the being with dark wings.

"My names, is Aster. And this cave shall be the holy place of your kind. My blood runs through all of your veins. You were created by the mixture of my blood, and Strag's scales." he gestured to the giant snake, "If you don't believe me," Aster raised his hand and Deathcaliburn flew from Aether, impaled one Weresnake, and the sword entered Aster's hand. He gathered the blood, then slit his own finger. The only difference between the two was the bit of black from Strag's scale.

He looked at the congregation, "You shall forever be at war with all Wolflike creatures. If any of them are purewhite, you shall bring them here, and kill them on this table. The blood shall be collected into three goblets. One of gold, one of silver, and one of snake scale. You shall then leave one Weresnake prisoner, one Venomous Weresnake prisoner, and a dead wolf caked in white powder. This must happen AT LEAST once a season. If not, I give the beutiful Nure-Onna, permission to kill 5 innocents from both the Normal Weresnake community, and Venoumous Weresnake community. She shall be... The Enforcer. I shall keep in touch. Now, I want the smartest of you all to stay, and fix this cave into a temple. A holy city. You shall have Priests that will live here. I believe that is all. Strag, we must go now."

Aster reached around Strag and flew up into the sky. He flew up and up, eventually returning to the well of Aether.

by **JuNii** » Tue May 17, 2011 4:23 pm

The Mother finished cleaning her little cabin. she laughed. why? it's not like someone will be moving in. she chuckled as she sealed the cabin. she might be back one day...

she took a walk through her garden for what might be one last time.

then she found herself on the path to her still.

she removed the earthenware jug and let the clear liquid drip onto the barren earth.

she planned for this. never expected for this day to come so soon. but she did plan for this.

she entered her hidden cave and looked at her 'bed'. a stone sarcophagus that will allow her to merge with the planet itself.

her powers waning... the only thing she can give to her child would be her essence. to make the living planet truely alive.

she sat down next to the stone structure, and she uncorked the first of her last two earthenware jars of elixir. she toasted her greatest creation. then she started consuming the last of her elixir.

let the others leave their creations behind. no, she shall stay with their children.

she took a deep breath, then lay down in her sarcophagus and let her essance flow out into the planet.

by **Itailian Maifias** » Fri May 20, 2011 11:03 am

Telros walked away from the two gods of which he was having a conversation with and looked down at the Lower Plane and saw the various gods contributing things to the world and creating their own sentient race, to worship them and carry out their bidding. Telros grew slightly jealous of others and being the God of Conflict, he was naturally competetive. He descended to the Lower Plane and uttering a long drawn out spell like chant, he began to create his own race, a race that was his and would worship him.
Aftera great expendature of Energy and time, the task was done, the Runic Golems has he dubbed them were created. THe Golems were the most common of their kind, being heavily numerous as they were easy to make and cost little energy wise. Above them, two Golems could merge to create a Giant, which was large, around thirty feet in height, and these were the second variantion of the Runic Golems. Of the last kind, there is only one, the Runekeeper. He doesn't looke grey or have blue cracks in him like the others, he looks akin to Telros. His job is simple, and that is to find other runes and create more Golems. Telros created only one Runekeeper for now and he named him Illuvatar and he made him a special one.
Before he left, Telros drew one of his swords that was on his left hip and looked at Illuvatar and then handed him the sword. " This sword is a part of me, worship me and do my bidding with it. Defend my people, Champion." With a flash of red light, Telros was gone and Illuvatar was left standing in the glade with Telros's sword laying in his hands

by **Zarkenis Ultima** » Fri May 20, 2011 2:04 pm

Kaaysel then summoned all the Gods back to the Higher Plane, and as they gathered inside the Stone Circle once again, he spoke to them all.

"Fellow Gods. We have succeeded on this task of creating a new world. We must now nourish it and protect it, for without it we will run out of Fuel and eventually die. Thus, I forbid everyone from targetting another God's race or fuel, for this will inevitably cause disbalance, and with disbalance comes destruction."

Finally, Kaaysel went over to Fluffy and consumed three fourths of his remaining Unicorn Blood stock. He then chanted a few words within the Stone Circle, and magic lines drew themselves between the stone pillars, creating an alchemical circle. Kaaysel then set his hands on the ground, and the whole Stone Circle began glowing a bright yellow.

This yellow light gradually drew Energy from Kaaysel and began revitalizing his fellow Gods. Eventually, those who were exhausted or collapsed, such as Volla or Pythorga, sprung back to life, completely re-energized.

Deeming his job done, Kaaysel chanted a few words again and the whole alchemical circle undid itself. Kaaysel then spoke once again.

"Our job is done, my kin. Let the world flourish. Let the races develop. Let nature follow it's course. Let light flow. Let shadows color shine. Let alchemy and magic create. Let darkness conceal.

Let the world live." He said solemly, and then wandered off...

END OF EPISODE ONE

The Chronicles Of Aether Ep. 1: The Second Genesis

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