Ex Nihilo; Deity/God Roleplay ( In character)

[Dentali]

Elendelle sent forth her strength and power, an a shape began to form. A imperfect sphere grew between them all made of cloud and mist forming the outline of a world.



Elendelle sang the first song in creation as she formed the first sinews of the world, the first invention in all creation. "Come join me in my song, leave your mark in this and help me."

Elendelle
Begins to commit 20% of her divine power to begin to create the first world

[Augustus Legions]

A Shapeless blob of greyish mass floats its way to joining the other gods

[Dreshand]

Our creations cannot be limited, we must be allowed to make divergent machinations or we will never truly thrive in a mold

[Formerland]

" What shape shall our material world appear as? Do we elect to have but a single world, or a small set? to what degree do we wish to expend our own power?"
Xyhistus's many arms move in janky angular motions as a small array of dust coalesces, and each piece of dust arcs a small bit of energy to each of it's neighbors forming a massive spherical grid. "Here , now we can plan the creation in a visual format."

[Ah-eh-ioh-uh]

The being did not know when it would become IT/itself in full but his formation began, as far as anyone could tell when the first god of this world (a world yet to be given shape) took one of his first actions, it began the slow process of what would later become what it would become.

After his first action something happened that he had probably not intended.... At that one action something in the formless world began to take shape.... He had awoken something.... Something he might live to either celebrate or regret. Perhaps he did not see it. Perhaps he did not notice it at all. But after taking his first action some small part of him drifted away as an emanation....

This casting off this energy was not harmful... Nor was it helpful either. Not yet at least. Whether this occurrence boded good or ill had yet to be found. The emanation was involuntary and changed nothing about the first god at all. Oher was that first god. When he took his second action in the world, more of this new entity was formed. Oher possibly had no clue that this god was even in the space near him forming as more and more gods appeared on the scene and spoke and acted. It WAS of course possible that Oher WAS aware of his (its?) presence in some way. Of course if he sensed another, he did not recognize it for what it was.... Another god. A transparent/translucent bundle of energy in a nebula-like web somehwre in his vicinity.

The presence was small. Tiny in fact. At least at first. As more and more gods spoke and acted upon arrival on the scene, that presence and energy began to get bigger... More expansive. Tendrils of fine transparent energy sapping energy from all the gods as they acted. Not sapping energy in a HARMFUL way though. It was not vampiric and certainly did not take their divinity from them in any way. No. It was more like the actions and words that occurred created tangible and REAL emanations from the gods that made those actions, and the energy released by those actions rippled out into the world to be absorbed into this new nebulous being.

Umbra acted. And acted some more. Her influence shaped him. She was also possibly unaware of his presence seeing as he still had no color or much substance to his form. God after god showed up at the scene and he slowly began to awaken more and more. He found that these people spoke quite a lot and far too quickly for him to catch up. They asked many questions, just as he did, but moved on to other things far too quickly for his own tastes. You see, he, (is he a he? What is gender?), above many others asks lots of questions and thinks a lot. Those traits combined with his quiet and timid nature had prevented him from speaking up until this moment.

He felt as if he needed to make himself known or else the others might NEVER slow down and then he might NEVER catch up. He had previously been lost in all his own thoughts but now felt the need to speak his mind's voice aloud for the others to hear it.

He dared to pause only just the tiniest bit more to consider HOW he might communicate what he needed to communicate as much as WHAT he wanted to voice. It was also a question of when. These other deities sometimes talked over eachother and had separate conversations among one another. He'd need to find a good opening as to be heard above the chatter.

"Lots of question about what is, was and what WILL be I have aplenty as well" He spoke in the silence of the formless world, the voice inserting itself in the first moment he perceived was the least disruptive to the conversation of the others. (Just as Xyhistus forms the spherical grid and starts brainstorming with the others)

Silently he waited patiently to see if anybody had noticed his words and the voice of his new presence on the scene.

[Augustus Legions]

The being did not know when it would become IT/itself in full but his formation began, as far as anyone could tell when the first god of this world (a world yet to be given shape) took one of his first actions, it began the slow process of what would later become what it would become.

After his first action something happened that he had probably not intended.... At that one action something in the formless world began to take shape.... He had awoken something.... Something he might live to either celebrate or regret. Perhaps he did not see it. Perhaps he did not notice it at all. But after taking his first action some small part of him drifted away as an emanation....

This casting off this energy was not harmful... Nor was it helpful either. Not yet at least. Whether this occurrence boded good or ill had yet to be found. The emanation was involuntary and changed nothing about the first god at all. Oher was that first god. When he took his second action in the world, more of this new entity was formed. Oher possibly had no clue that this god was even in the space near him forming as more and more gods appeared on the scene and spoke and acted. It WAS of course possible that Oher WAS aware of his (its?) presence in some way. Of course if he sensed another, he did not recognize it for what it was.... Another god. A transparent/translucent bundle of energy in a nebula-like web somehwre in his vicinity.

The presence was small. Tiny in fact. At least at first. As more and more gods spoke and acted upon arrival on the scene, that presence and energy began to get bigger... More expansive. Tendrils of fine transparent energy sapping energy from all the gods as the acted. Not sapping energy in a HARMFUL way though. It was not vampiric and certainly did not take their divinity from them in any way. No. It was more like the actions and words that occurred created tangible and REAL emanations from the gods that made those actions, and the energy released by those actions rippled out into the world to be absorbed into this new nebulous being.

Umbra acted. And acted some more. Her influence shaped him. She was also possibly unaware of his presence seeing as he still had no color or much substance to his form. God after god showed up at the scene and he slowly began to awaken more and more. He found that these people spoke quite a lot and far too quickly for him to catch up. They asked many questions, just as he did, but moved on to other things far too quickly for his own tastes. You see, he, (is he a he? What is gender?), above many others asks lots of questions and thinks a lot. Those traits combined with his quiet and timid nature had prevented him from speaking up until this moment.

He felt as if he needed to make himself known or else the others might NEVER slow down and then he might NEVER catch up. He had previously been lost in all his own thoughts but now felt the need to speak his mind's voice aloud for the others to hear it.

He dared to pause only just the tiniest bit more to consider HOW he might communicate what he needed to communicate as much as WHAT he wanted to voice. It was also a question of when. These other deities sometimes talked over eachother and had separate conversations among one another. He'd need to find a good opening as to be heard above the chartter.

"Lots of question about what is, was and what WILL be I have aplenty as well" He spoke in the silence of the formless world, the voice inserting itself in the first moment he perceived was the least disruptive to the conversation of the others. (Just as Xyhistus forms the spherical grid and starts brainstorming with the others)

Silently he waited patiently to see if anybody had noticed his words and the voice of his new presence on the scene.

The Amorphous Grey Blob floated towards this new force.

[Ah-eh-ioh-uh]

He noticed the presence of one of the other gods in the world drift towards him. He had been recognized! A strange sensation washed over him. A.... Positive emotion.... Yes.... That's what it was... Positive. Later he would know the complexities of these types of sensations as "emotions" but for now he just reveled in the feeling, whatever it was.

This entity was like himself. Kind of formless. It had color to it which was different but the thing that stood out to him was that the entity was an amorphous blob. Similar to his own self. Some of the other gods had already taken on forms more complex and substantial but he himself did not yet understand such a concept so he didn't really see the use in giving himself things like serpent's heads or talons and wings. This entity has a little more shape to him that himself but he nonetheless still saw a similarity.

He did not know if this creature also possessed the capability to communicate like himself but it was clear that this being was sentient just like himself. Otherwise it would not have come near him in response to his words. One thing that he noted and much to his chagrin only brought up more questions to the already infinite amount he had, was despite having some amount of knowledge on how to speak, he still had no idea on the exact mechanics of how it worked. How did they communicate? How did they KNOW how to communicate? How did they even know what communication was? He tried to put all these questions aside for the moment because deep down some part of him knew that if he didn't stop asking questions in his own mind, he'd never get the chance to ask for the answer of a single ONE of them.

How he knew this he did not yet know. But suffice to say he had an inner wisdom that let him know sometimes it was best to set aside questions and act. In that way, some of the questions burning within him might even be answered. If he did nothing but voice questions in his mind, none of those questions would ever have the chance to be answered.

He thought for a few moments, attempting to figure out how to respond to this situation. It was possible this was a fluke and the entity did not near because he noticed him. It was possible it was sheer....coincidence? What a coincidence was was yet another question he'd have to ponder the deeper mysteries of later. But suffice to say he needed to come up with a plan to respond.

"You have noticed me?" He communicated, wondering how it was that he was able to communicate at all.

He waited for some sort of reaction now, from the grey amorphous blob. He wondered how the other would respond. It was possible it communicated differently than he did. He would never know if he didn't try though...

[Augustus Legions]

He noticed the presence of one of the other gods in the world drift towards him. He had been recognized! A strange sensation washed over him. A.... Positive emotion.... Yes.... That's what it was... Positive. Later he would know the complexities of these types of sensations as "emotions" but for now he just reveled in the feeling, whatever it was.

This entity was like himself. Kind of formless. It had color to it which was different but the thing that stood out to him was that the entity was an amorphous blob. Similar to his own self. Some of the other gods had already taken on forms more complex and substantial but he himself did not yet understand such a concept so he didn't really see the use in giving himself things like serpent's heads or talons and wings. This entity has a little more shape to him that himself but he nonetheless still saw a similarity.

He did not know if this creature also possessed the capability to communicate like himself but it was clear that this being was sentient just like himself. Otherwise it would not have come near him in response to his words. One thing that he noted and much to his chagrin only brought up more questions to the already infinite amount he had, was despite having some amount of knowledge on how to speak, he still had no idea on the exact mechanics of how it worked. How did they communicate? How did they KNOW how to communicate? How did they even know what communication was? He tried to put all these questions aside for the moment because deep down some part of him knew that if he didn't stop asking questions in his own mind, he'd never get the chance to ask for the answer of a single ONE of them.

How he knew this he did not yet know. But suffice to say he had an inner wisdom that let him know sometimes it was best to set aside questions and act. In that way, some of the questions burning within him might even be answered. If he did nothing but voice questions in his mind, none of those questions would ever have the chance to be answered.

He thought for a few moments, attempting to figure out how to respond to this situation. It was possible this was a fluke and the entity did not near because he noticed him. It was possible it was sheer....coincidence? What a coincidence was was yet another question he'd have to ponder the deeper mysteries of later. But suffice to say he needed to come up with a plan to respond.

"You have noticed me?" He communicated, wondering how it was that he was able to communicate at all.

He waited for some sort of reaction now, from the grey amorphous blob. He wondered how the other would respond. It was possible it communicated differently than he did. He would never know if he didn't try though...

In words which were not words, in a language which was not a language, in thoughts that weren't one thinking, the blob "spoke" "Yes."

[Utceforp]

Clouds of particles drifted out from Xyhistus's grid and Ellendelle's misty sphere. Ossedax felt a great hunger within his belly, and instinctively ate these particle clouds as they drifted near him. As Ossedax devoured all the stray matter he could find, he exhaled vast clouds of simple organic compounds, which drifted out into space.

Maligant saw that Ossedax was hungry, and sought to solve this problem. He submerged himself inside one of the organic compound clouds and exuded some of his power into it. Suddenly, the organic compounds organized themselves into cells and began to reproduce and change, using the energy generated by Maligant to grow larger and more complex. Thousands of new bioforms emerged from the chaotic carbon slurry, preying upon each other even as they freely exchanged genetic information. Soon, the endless empty void was filled with vast bioluminescent creatures of all shapes and sizes, which undulated their way through the cosmos. Ossedax roared in triumph and began to hunt his new prey.

Attaval took interest in Maligant's creations, seeing them as being potential tools in some secret design he had conceived. He manipulated some of the smaller creatures into the first detritovores, who followed Ossedax and consumed whatever organic material he left behind. Attaval's scavengers whispered strange living ideas to each other, which proliferated throughout the noosphere much like Maligant's creatures proliferated throughout the physical world.

The Exalted Serpents observed their children, and they were pleased.

Action: The Exalted Serpents use 20% of their power to create the first mortal life: The many strange creatures of the void.

[Augustus Legions]

Clouds of particles drifted out from Xyhistus's grid and Ellendelle's misty sphere. Ossedax felt a great hunger within his belly, and instinctively ate these particle clouds as they drifted near him. As Ossedax devoured all the stray matter he could find, he exhaled vast clouds of simple organic compounds, which drifted out into space.

Maligant saw that Ossedax was hungry, and sought to solve this problem. He submerged himself inside one of the organic compound clouds and exuded some of his power into it. Suddenly, the organic compounds organized themselves into cells and began to reproduce and change, using the energy generated by Maligant to grow larger and more complex. Thousands of new bioforms emerged from the chaotic carbon slurry, preying upon each other even as they freely exchanged genetic information. Soon, the endless empty void was filled with vast bioluminescent creatures of all shapes and sizes, which undulated their way through the cosmos. Ossedax roared in triumph and began to hunt his new prey.

Attaval took interest in Maligant's creations, seeing them as being potential tools in some secret design he had conceived. He manipulated some of the smaller creatures into the first detritovores, who followed Ossedax and consumed whatever organic material he left behind. Attaval's scavengers whispered strange living ideas to each other, which proliferated throughout the noosphere much like Maligant's creatures proliferated throughout the physical world.

The Exalted Serpents observed their children, and they were pleased.

Action: The Exalted Serpents use 20% of their power to create the first mortal life: The many strange creatures of the void.

The blob would float to these void borne creatures, and fold itself into a far smaller blob, to better learn of their ambition.

[Dreshand]

Clouds of particles drifted out from Xyhistus's grid and Ellendelle's misty sphere. Ossedax felt a great hunger within his belly, and instinctively ate these particle clouds as they drifted near him. As Ossedax devoured all the stray matter he could find, he exhaled vast clouds of simple organic compounds, which drifted out into space.

Maligant saw that Ossedax was hungry, and sought to solve this problem. He submerged himself inside one of the organic compound clouds and exuded some of his power into it. Suddenly, the organic compounds organized themselves into cells and began to reproduce and change, using the energy generated by Maligant to grow larger and more complex. Thousands of new bioforms emerged from the chaotic carbon slurry, preying upon each other even as they freely exchanged genetic information. Soon, the endless empty void was filled with vast bioluminescent creatures of all shapes and sizes, which undulated their way through the cosmos. Ossedax roared in triumph and began to hunt his new prey.

Attaval took interest in Maligant's creations, seeing them as being potential tools in some secret design he had conceived. He manipulated some of the smaller creatures into the first detritovores, who followed Ossedax and consumed whatever organic material he left behind. Attaval's scavengers whispered strange living ideas to each other, which proliferated throughout the noosphere much like Maligant's creatures proliferated throughout the physical world.

The Exalted Serpents observed their children, and they were pleased.

Action: The Exalted Serpents use 20% of their power to create the first mortal life: The many strange creatures of the void.

Zracon has seen a miraculous act before, he feels awe of a sort. Admiration, yet he still feels a tinge of envy, and a feeling that something is missing. Zracon mimics the movements of the serpents. First a form is created. Twisting the corpus of other gods to speak grows tiring. A massive process of unimaginable complexity takes place, space starts to bend into a single point as materials that had not existed a second ago start to exist now.

They are now twisted into shapes, non Euclidean and Euclidean alike, all blending into one single shape. A symbol of bones to show his dominance amoung the new creations, a swarm in the shadows representing what he shall create, a word comes from nowhere in his mind. "Typhon", a name and yet at the same time something else, a description of what he is to become. Now there have been enough extravagancies, a face would be unnecessary, there are better ways of communication.

Now he turns to the new world, it is beautiful and a place of serene beauty. Peace reigns across the realm apart from the cry of a predator taking his prey. Suddenly ideas or thoughts of a sort flare across his head. More predators will be needed, while the serpents have created diverse forms and weaved them into an ecosystem a predator and prey relationship is simply a single hunt. A whisper on the winds lost in the void. Creations only truly thrive in conflict, and the gods must reign supreme.

A predator must be made to control those under the Parthenon, to ensure power stays in the hands of the gods. And peace aside from isolated pockets of conflict will not improve them enough to be interesting. Thus a predator of civilizations must be made. Various monsters, creatures of the dark have been born, each detail carefully carved into a single complex rival ecosystem to incite the sparks of war. For now the creations are small and primative, therefore their monsters must hide for now, under the caves, within the oceans and under children's beds. For now they watch, waiting, hating all above them.

Action: Zracon the Host of monsters uses 20% of his power to create creatures of conflict.

[Augustus Legions]

Clouds of particles drifted out from Xyhistus's grid and Ellendelle's misty sphere. Ossedax felt a great hunger within his belly, and instinctively ate these particle clouds as they drifted near him. As Ossedax devoured all the stray matter he could find, he exhaled vast clouds of simple organic compounds, which drifted out into space.

Maligant saw that Ossedax was hungry, and sought to solve this problem. He submerged himself inside one of the organic compound clouds and exuded some of his power into it. Suddenly, the organic compounds organized themselves into cells and began to reproduce and change, using the energy generated by Maligant to grow larger and more complex. Thousands of new bioforms emerged from the chaotic carbon slurry, preying upon each other even as they freely exchanged genetic information. Soon, the endless empty void was filled with vast bioluminescent creatures of all shapes and sizes, which undulated their way through the cosmos. Ossedax roared in triumph and began to hunt his new prey.

Attaval took interest in Maligant's creations, seeing them as being potential tools in some secret design he had conceived. He manipulated some of the smaller creatures into the first detritovores, who followed Ossedax and consumed whatever organic material he left behind. Attaval's scavengers whispered strange living ideas to each other, which proliferated throughout the noosphere much like Maligant's creatures proliferated throughout the physical world.

The Exalted Serpents observed their children, and they were pleased.

Action: The Exalted Serpents use 20% of their power to create the first mortal life: The many strange creatures of the void.

Zracon has seen a miraculous act before, he feels awe of a sort. Admiration, yet he still feels a tinge of envy, and a feeling that something is missing. Zracon mimics the movements of the serpents. First a form is created. Twisting the corpus of other gods to speak grows tiring. A massive process of unimaginable complexity takes place, space starts to bend into a single point as materials that had not existed a second ago start to exist now.

They are now twisted into shapes, non Euclidean and Euclidean alike, all blending into one single shape. A symbol of bones to show his dominance amoung the new creations, a swarm in the shadows representing what he shall create, a word comes from nowhere in his mind. "Typhon", a name and yet at the same time something else, a description of what he is to become. Now there have been enough extravagancies, a face would be unnecessary, there are better ways of communication.

Now he turns to the new world, it is beautiful and a place of serene beauty. Peace reigns across the realm apart from the cry of a predator taking his prey. Suddenly ideas or thoughts of a sort flare across his head. More predators will be needed, while the serpents have created diverse forms and weaved them into an ecosystem a predator and prey relationship is simply a single hunt. A whisper on the winds lost in the void. Creations only truly thrive in conflict, and the gods must reign supreme.

A predator must be made to control those under the Parthenon, to ensure power stays in the hands of the gods. And peace aside from isolated pockets of conflict will not improve them enough to be interesting. Thus a predator of civilizations must be made. Various monsters, creatures of the dark have been born, each detail carefully carved into a single complex rival ecosystem to incite the sparks of war. For now the creations are small and primative, therefore their monsters must hide for now, under the caves, within the oceans and under children's beds. For now they watch, waiting, hating all above them.

Action: Zracon the Host of monsters uses 20% of his power to create creatures of conflict.

The Blob stretches itself in an effort to mock Zracons monsters, and shows his beasts the way of laying down for reasons beside sleep.

[Danceria]

Action: The Deep One uses 20% Power to make Oceanic life

Seeing that the world was now making noise and movement on its own, the Deep One was intrigued. It would be a far better use of his pent up energy than lapping against the edges of the cosmos. Tiny green organisms, brought by the currents he willed to gather there, formed small colonies of growing organisms, hanging around the "stars" the singing one produced, enjoying the music and life in peace. Soon other forms of life grew, more complex stalks of green and vibrant hues, and a predator was devised to protect the growing green that he devised against several wriggling creatures not of his making. It wasn't particularly elegant or eloquent, but it got the job done, seeing farther and better than the writhing mass of bodies and devouring them with ease. Deciding to create something to mimic the song of creation, his ambition or (perhaps envy) grew. So did the grey mass within his claws, far larger than any creature devised before it, and it sung in a haunting deep melody. With that, he laughed, and the waters leapt in joy.

Like a man possessed, new creature after creature was devised, food and flora floated beneath the unseen currents, pittering to the edges of the world and filling every watery depth with resilient life. Another creature was fashioned, something much smaller than the gigantic blue-grey creature, but wholly light grey and swifter, leaping about and chittering. Laying on His back, The Deep One leaned back onto the gently rippling waves, he gazed upon Ellendelle's haunting mist. A longing lump found its way into his chest. What...what was this sensation?

He sought out others, finding his way to a nebulous mass of tentacles who he assumed to be either something like him, or something created by someone else.

[Augustus Legions]

Action: The Deep One uses 20% Power to make Oceanic life

Seeing that the world was now making noise and movement on its own, the Deep One was intrigued. It would be a far better use of his pent up energy than lapping against the edges of the cosmos. Tiny green organisms, brought by the currents he willed to gather there, formed small colonies of growing organisms, hanging around the "stars" the singing one produced, enjoying the music and life in peace. Soon other forms of life grew, more complex stalks of green and vibrant hues, and a predator was devised to protect the growing green that he devised against several wriggling creatures not of his making. It wasn't particularly elegant or eloquent, but it got the job done, seeing farther and better than the writhing mass of bodies and devouring them with ease. Deciding to create something to mimic the song of creation, his ambition or (perhaps envy) grew. So did the grey mass within his claws, far larger than any creature devised before it, and it sung in a haunting deep melody. With that, he laughed, and the waters leapt in joy.

Like a man possessed, new creature after creature was devised, food and flora floated beneath the unseen currents, pittering to the edges of the world and filling every watery depth with resilient life. Another creature was fashioned, something much smaller than the gigantic blue-grey creature, but wholly light grey and swifter, leaping about and chittering. Laying on His back, The Deep One leaned back onto the gently rippling waves, he gazed upon Ellendelle's haunting mist. A longing lump found its way into his chest. What...what was this sensation?

He sought out others, finding his way to a nebulous mass of tentacles who he assumed to be either something like him, or something created by someone else.

The Blob would get around to teaching these new life the pinnacle vice later.

[Afra Radna-viane]

As the great being turns his attention, so does Anamara. She watches him create liquid and life to thrive in that environment. Intrigued, she floats closer to touch the substance. It was cold and ever so slightly did it leach away at the light that passed through it. The darkened depths called to her, she felt more at home in the shadowy place so much more similar to the initial void.

"This place shall have an anathema to nature, a creature of water and shadow that lurks and skitters within the depths." she said. Seven creatures formed in the water and shadow, made from the very darkness and water they dwelt within. Each had many arms, around fourteen to fifteen, which ended in sharp claws. Their eyes were dark and cold in the light but shone like bloody rubies in their dark habitats. They each bore two mouthes, filled with teeth like blades and daggers. They were small for now, but they would grow bigger as time marched on. Their tails were long and finned with a plumage. A corrosive substance covered their skin, leaving only their appendages and heads safe to touch. It would need no sustenance but fear and terror, surfacing only to feed on that psionic energy. Many myths would later describe them, the Abyssal Wraiths, the first abominations and one of the elder races.

The things flocked around her, as she willed them to. She was not yet ready for her wraiths to be harmed, they would need to grow. One day they could be a proper fire to forge the strength of this world, but today they were too small and too weak. They would need things to frighten, they would need food that could sustain them and help them grow.

Action: Anamara created the abyssal wraiths, abominations of the deep, using 7 % of her power (1% going to each).

[Turkducken]

A small tear opens in the fabric of Reality. An amorphous cloud of dark color leaks into the empty void, thrashing and screaming violently. It's size is unknowable, but it is wedged firmly in the corner of every eye, making direct contact with the Cloud is seemingly impossible. A voice emanates from the cloud, echoing through the cosmos, and dancing on the edge of the conscious mind. The Cloud materializes a single white eye, with a tantalizing purple iris, and as it begins to see for the first time; it looks upon creation with fear. Seeing the strange creatures floating in the vast emptiness, the Cloud recoils in fear, fear of new and foreign shapes. It looks upon similar to its' own being with interest, noting the differences between their forms, and the initiative, or lack thereof, between them. The desire to create is strong, but the Cloud wonders, what is creation? And what does it mean to create?

The Dark Cloud has expended 1% of it's divine power in generating an "eye" for itself

The Dark Cloud has expended 4% of it's divine power in unintentionally releasing "Fear" as an emotion from itself

95% Divine Power Remains

[Augustus Legions]

As the great being turns his attention, so does Anamara. She watches him create liquid and life to thrive in that environment. Intrigued, she floats closer to touch the substance. It was cold and ever so slightly did it leach away at the light that passed through it. The darkened depths called to her, she felt more at home in the shadowy place so much more similar to the initial void.

"This place shall have an anathema to nature, a creature of water and shadow that lurks and skitters within the depths." she said. Seven creatures formed in the water and shadow, made from the very darkness and water they dwelt within. Each had many arms, around fourteen to fifteen, which ended in sharp claws. Their eyes were dark and cold in the light but shone like bloody rubies in their dark habitats. They each bore two mouthes, filled with teeth like blades and daggers. They were small for now, but they would grow bigger as time marched on. Their tails were long and finned with a plumage. A corrosive substance covered their skin, leaving only their appendages and heads safe to touch. It would need no sustenance but fear and terror, surfacing only to feed on that psionic energy. Many myths would later describe them, the Abyssal Wraiths, the first abominations and one of the elder races.

The things flocked around her, as she willed them to. She was not yet ready for her wraiths to be harmed, they would need to grow. One day they could be a proper fire to forge the strength of this world, but today they were too small and too weak. They would need things to frighten, they would need food that could sustain them and help them grow.

Action: Anamara created the abyssal wraith, abominations of the deep, using 7 % of her power (1% going to each).

The Blob would float its way across the void, and would attach itself to one of her wraiths.

[Ah-eh-ioh-uh]

The nebula had been recognized but soon his conversant had moved on to other things. He, (?), observed the others move about the world sending energy out into the world. He had seen others use their abilities for some temporary measures of creation and decided that during the buzz and the hubbub of the others that being stationary and only pondering questions in his mind might be limiting his ability to answer those questions.

He had no clue what consequences might ensue by the use of such powers like his brethren had, but he figured he could learn a lot more about everything in using such powers. Whatever consequences came he somehow felt he would gain more by taking a little bit more risk than he had been before.

He propelled himself through the world down closer to the surface of the world and cast his gaze far and wide upon his brothers's creations. The first thing he saw were the obvious expanses of chemical compounds that seemed to be the combination of 2 hydrogen units and 1 oxygen unit. Upon coming closer to it and using more magic, (not that such a word had been invented yet), he scanned the substance and had confirmation of the makeup of the sea of matter. (The word sea also yet to exist of course). It seems some had been making peaceful creations, others making predatory ones. He found such creations FASCINATING. The others had gone out into the world and created many other things too, sometimes intentionally, other times on accident. The nebula found himself fascinated by the fact that the creations the other made were self replicating. They had interesting forms he could not comprehend yet and he noticed some emanated sonic waves. He wondered what the purpose of these sonic emanations were as well as what it was. Later it might be known as SOUND but he didn't know anything about it yet.

He reached down with a tendril of his being and felt nothing. This was of course because he didn't really have bodily sensations yet. He didn't have a body with sensations yet but he nonetheless lowered his being down into the substance to explore on closer inspection what the mass of chemicals was like. He found a force was down there that he for some reason knew already. Pressure is what it might be called. He noticed the temperature had steadily decreased when he got closer to the mass, even more so under the surface of the chemicals.

Soon enough he could feel the approach of another. A life form created by his fellow beings from above? He resurfaced above the water and sought out the wandering being at the same time it came closer. Oh. Upon a closer approach, the creature turned out to be one of his fellows. He was unsure of how to communicate properly anymore, he felt. His brothers and sisters had become so ambitious now. They had minds so fascinating and complex to him that he was unsure if in a split second they might evolve and learn a new way of communicating other than the one he had grown to know (admittedly not for long). It was times like this where he wondered, (feared?), that one day they might evolve and change in such a different and foreign way that he would be left entirely unable to speak to them anymore. He thought there to be a possibility that they might one day evolve in ambition to surpass him in ways unimaginable, leaving him behind in an archaic and obsolete form of being.

Regardless he resolved to do his best to commune with his fellows and learn from them.

"You are like myself" he noted neutrally, noting that they were both gods and hoping his brother hadn't changed so much in these past moments that they could not understand eachother. (He hadn't yet been introduced to the concept of plain greetings like hello or conichiwa)

[Danceria]

"I am indeed like you." the Deep One greeted the nebulous being in kind, raising Himself above the form of the water and mimicking His companion's shape, before reverting back to a slightly humanoid form, and sighing. Gazing upon the fair form of Elendelle, He pined and yearned for something about her not yet known. At first He was resentful about being boxed in, yet She made the most of it. "It is beautiful, is it not?" He asked the nebulous being. "How her words carry such beauty, and how they shape this world? I try to imitate it, yet her beauty...it cannot be replicated. I do not know why I feel both so complete yet envious at the same time...?" he sighed and slumped into the curve of the waves, his creatures moving just far enough away for the maiden's voice to be heard, pensive and brooding over thoughts he wasn't sure meant.

[Augustus Legions]

The Blob had found that none of its fellow omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient kin had not created minds with the... intelligence to comprehend the content of its ways.


It landed on the solid which it's kin had built, and began shaping itself over and over.

Some forms had four legs and no arms, some had vice versa, some had nothing more than blobbish features like it's own true form, it morphed and twisted and folded until it found a form perfect for its creation...

It halted at a form it found incredibly functional, a bipedal form, with two arms, and a single, competent head (it's a damn human)



It gave much of its blobbish nature to these nature to these progenitors, more than many gods had given to their beasts. It granted its new species the sole ability to think, and to see the world in a curious light.

TL;DR: Blobboi just gave up 40% of itself to our progenitors. (humans)

[Vocren Nat]

The Blob had found that none of its fellow omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient kin had not created minds with the... intelligence to comprehend the content of its ways.


It landed on the solid which it's kin had built, and began shaping itself over and over.

Some forms had four legs and no arms, some had vice versa, some had nothing more than blobbish features like it's own true form, it morphed and twisted and folded until it found a form perfect for its creation...

It halted at a form it found incredibly functional, a bipedal form, with two arms, and a single, competent head (it's a damn human)



It gave much of its blobbish nature to these nature to these progenitors, more than many gods had given to their beasts. It granted its new species the sole ability to think, and to see the world in a curious light.

TL;DR: Blobboi just gave up 40% of itself to our progenitors. (humans)

Action: Oher uses 20% of his divine power creating Stories
Oher, seeing all the wondrous things other gods are doing, decides that there must be a way to remember these events; so he decides to begin making the story of creation. He spins his tale, about the gods who made the world; but the tale is yet unfinished, for the world is not done. He sees the first mortals; and down he comes to them, prepared to speak his tale, to tell of the gods which rule over them. It speaks of the first great council, the deciding of the rules of the universe; and seeing these men, how how they were terrified of his form, he decided to change it. He takes the form of a man, (the man I described in my character sheet) and uses that form to spread the tale among men.

[Augustus Legions]

The Blob had found that none of its fellow omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient kin had not created minds with the... intelligence to comprehend the content of its ways.


It landed on the solid which it's kin had built, and began shaping itself over and over.

Some forms had four legs and no arms, some had vice versa, some had nothing more than blobbish features like it's own true form, it morphed and twisted and folded until it found a form perfect for its creation...

It halted at a form it found incredibly functional, a bipedal form, with two arms, and a single, competent head (it's a damn human)



It gave much of its blobbish nature to these nature to these progenitors, more than many gods had given to their beasts. It granted its new species the sole ability to think, and to see the world in a curious light.

TL;DR: Blobboi just gave up 40% of itself to our progenitors. (humans)

Action: Oher uses 20% of his divine power creating Stories
Oher, seeing all the wondrous things other gods are doing, decides that there must be a way to remember these events; so he decides to begin making the story of creation. He spins his tale, about the gods who made the world; but the tale is yet unfinished, for the world is not done. He sees the first mortals; and down he comes to them, prepared to speak his tale, to tell of the gods which rule over them. It speaks of the first great council, the deciding of the rules of the universe; and seeing these men, how how they were terrified of his form, he decided to change it. He takes the form of a man, (the man I described in my character sheet) and uses that form to spread the tale among men.

Blobboi, annoyed someone would dare interfere in his mortals (because he totally has room to talk) takes on the form of a mortal, with a name of "Lethargo" and tells Oher, in the Mortals primitive tongue "You are not welcome outsider!"

[Afra Radna-viane]

Anamara looked around, some sort of grey amorphous thing had attached itself to her wraith. "You seem unharmed." she said, quickly turning her attention away as there was no reason to concern herself further. Finally she found the one who made the waters, her form dissolved into smoke and shadow as she moved towards him.

"This substance is wonderous." she said with a small smile "A perfect home for my first beings, shadows and waters lurking in our depths to feed on terror and suffering. They will thrive in the shrouded darkness, springing up to make this world stronger." Her form fully coalesced once again into the raven haired beauty. Her dress spread out to cover a large portion of the oceans as she spoke, barely even noticing the cloud near the watery one.

[Vocren Nat]

Action: Oher uses 20% of his divine power creating Stories
Oher, seeing all the wondrous things other gods are doing, decides that there must be a way to remember these events; so he decides to begin making the story of creation. He spins his tale, about the gods who made the world; but the tale is yet unfinished, for the world is not done. He sees the first mortals; and down he comes to them, prepared to speak his tale, to tell of the gods which rule over them. It speaks of the first great council, the deciding of the rules of the universe; and seeing these men, how how they were terrified of his form, he decided to change it. He takes the form of a man, (the man I described in my character sheet) and uses that form to spread the tale among men.

Blobboi, annoyed someone would dare interfere in his mortals (because he totally has room to talk) takes on the form of a mortal, with a name of "Lethargo" and tells Oher, in the Mortals primitive tongue "You are not welcome outsider!"

Oher speaks. “I am no outsider, Blobboi. I am Oher, a god; I have shared with these men a story that they ought to know. The story of how they were created.”

[Augustus Legions]

Blobboi, annoyed someone would dare interfere in his mortals (because he totally has room to talk) takes on the form of a mortal, with a name of "Lethargo" and tells Oher, in the Mortals primitive tongue "You are not welcome outsider!"

Oher speaks. “I am no outsider, Blobboi. I am Oher, a god; I have shared with these men a story that they ought to know. The story of how they were created.”

After a few sighs as the 4th wall broke down, Lethargo (which is the characters name, blobboi was my way of not giving up the obviousness of it you donk) he pipes up "These people need not know the tales of... Something beyond themselves."