conversations: human
conversations:  Xanasyne    
  There was a small, young star, burning a bright and blinding white as it drifted along in it's corner of space. This young star bore it's own star system, but was unusual, in how it only carried a single planet. This planet, a gas giant which would one day be known as Leuk, was fairly small, only two hundred and fifty thousand kilometers around the equator. It was a cloudy white, as most of it's composition was water vapour, but it also contained amounts of pure phosphorus which, every five or ten years, would rise up in a cloud to the outer surface, causing a brilliant light show shaped like a hurricane for any nearby to behold. Now Leuk was also unique, in that it only bore two moons: a smaller, white moon which would be one day called Temeos and a large, yellow moon which would be named Xanasyne.
  
  It was to these moons that powerful beings, known as gods, would stand in this universe. This is the story of how those beings who found themselves on one of those moons, the Dragon of Afterlifes, the Striking Lightning, the Blind Judge, the Friend and Father, the Muse of Doubt, the Master of the Sea, and He Who Thieves, would shape Xanasyne, and it's destiny.
  
    Rules Reference 
   Out of Character Thread  
   
   Spoiler: Map 
   
   
  
   
   Spoiler: Map With Grid 
   
   
conversations: Hammer Head:
conversations: human
conversations:  The world awoke, and with it, awoke a goddess. The land was empty, barren, cold. The goddess felt sorry, for such emptiness cried out. There was a world waiting to be birthed. So she decended to the vast, empty fields, and steped upon the soil. Whether or not the soil had existed first, or if it had spung into being so that the goddess had a place to stand, that was not something that could be said. Creation implies a creator, afterall. But the world was empty, so there was none to create. You could go mad, such thoughts.
  
  And so, the goddess danced. She felt the music of creation inside her, and she breathed it into her motions. In the empty plane, there came new and wonderful things. The ground took shape, a spiral that twisted into the heavens. A great tower, a helix upon itself. And within that helix, came beautiful rivers and forests. Color, sound, disparity. These things had been absent, and now they were together. But it was still empty. There was none who dreamed. No thoughts.
  
  So the goddess raised her hand, and gave shape to thought. First, she made a ribbon, for that was a shape that matched her mood. It flexed and twisted, free to change. Then, she gave it life. Her ribbon was born, it chirped and spun through the air. With satisfaction, the goddess watched it fly. The world was better now. She made more of these creatures, for loneliness was almost as bad as emptiness. She could not hold herself back, so she added more spirits to the world. More thoughts, which roamed the towering spiral, and out into the land. Beautiful flowers, and singing birds.
  
  So, Rynn birthed life, and land, and thought into the world. Creation, and inspiration. Both were needed to turn the empty canvas of this land into something beautiful.
conversations: NineOfSpades:
conversations: human
conversations:  Among the life, something...  more  formed. dancing with the flow of Rynn's ribbon, a figure appeared, lauching on the breeze.
  
   Such life, such beauty, such joy is there to be had! Ah, for it to be so for all time! 
  
  But the figure knew that this golden age would be brief, for with the dawn of a new world comes the dawn of darkness along with the light. He calmed himself, and found himself a seat beside Rynn, deep in thought at how to avoid his own failings and keep the world as joyous as possible.
  
  He spoke a word of creation, and beside mountains and crags came hills, green with grass and trees, rolling in gentle waves across the world.  For something peaceful to thrive on,  the god muttered to himself.
conversations: JNAProductions:
conversations: human
conversations:  Water rushed down the mountains and into the rivers, spewing the secret of life across the world. Most went off into the wastes, followed by new fields and hills. Others settled down into lakes. And seven filled into a very, very large lake at the edge of the wastes immediately before all but one dried up completely.
  
  This lake was the largest of all, and it wasn't going to be a lake for much longer. Though no streams came into it, water pushed out, and began filling the wastes, seemingly endless in quantity. The ground beneath the waves could barley hold back this mass of liquid, and was pushed deeper into the planet, creating even more hills and mountains just under the surface. Where grass could not grow, new plants appeared, swaying in the ocean breeze. Tiny organisms grew and became fish of all colors and kinds. Somewhere, far away, a fish and bird made beautiful union and conceived the world's first duck.
  
  At the very, bottom of this expanse, where only the smallest or most durable forms of life could thrive, a god finally awoke. The final thrashes of the ocean finally calmed, save for a small area where seven silk-like strands of seven colors spun, then condensed. Whirlpools of sand and rock liquefied imediatly, then shot through the ball of shining string and reached towards the heavens, the shockwaves unleased from their sudden accent smoothing the features of the trench they escaped from. The walls illuminated and provided light for the humanoid form until it found darkness, and then light again, the light of the sun.
  
  A grand chariot of coral and seafoam shot out of the deep and skimmed the waters, enormous narwhals leading it at incredible speeds. The figure of a young man was at the reins, his eyes reflecting the terrain he soared across, and his skin a mirror to what lied beneath. Other creatures were drawn to them, with only a small group of speedy dolphins able to barley keep pace with the majestic beings.
  
  He spent a long time speeding through his domain, conversing with the wildlife and exploring the deepest trenches of this era.
  
  And yet, when his fun was over, he found the time to revisit one of the streams that had given birth to him, follow it and come across the first two of his kind just in time to hear one say
  
  
   
   Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
    Such life, such beauty, such joy is there to be had! Ah, for it to be so for all time!  
   
  
  Time was funny like that, for gods anyway.
  
  He stopped and looked upon the happy, yet solemn-speaking god. The blue god's eyes shifted from navy blue to the colors of sunset.   And why would it not? What keeps the world from remaining the way it is, happy and wild?  
conversations: SpeedWitch:
conversations: human
conversations:  This was simply unacceptable.
  
  Unacceptable! The noise! The chaos! That eyesore of a tower! Not that He could see the tower, of course, but He knew it was an eyesore regardless. The lack of order to it all was appalling.  T HIS HAS TO STOP ,  Ieos muttered. Or perhaps He screamed, very quietly; the end result was the same. But how was He to stop it? He would have frowned, if He'd had the lips to do it with. The first matter was an issue of numbers. Specifically, He didn't have them. That would be the first thing to change. Ieos flexed his divine will, and a host of Holy Guardians appeared before Him. The Guardians, He knew without looking, were tall, stocky beings, with metal skin and blank, featureless faces, dressed from head to boot-covered toe in blue, each with a golden shield held in one hand and a stout black club in the other, borne aloft on wings of light. That was how He had wished them, and that was how they were. They were the Law. They were the Law, and they would bring His righteousness.
  
  With that done, Ieos descended from the perfect blankness of His Order and touched the world. Where He touched it, the land crumbled and twisted to become glittering, blank, perfect sand. Somewhere, He could feel, the other gods were gathering. He want to them.
  
    --keeps the world from remaining the way it is, happy and wild?   one of them was saying.
  
   I  DO,   Ieos replied.  W ILDERNESS IS NOT THE LAW.  
conversations: OrganicEvil:
conversations: human
conversations:  With a flash of lightning El' Karos arrived on the barren moon of Xanasyne just in time to see Rynn's Helix rise into the air, upon seeing Rynn's birds take flight El' Karos called one to his outstretched hand and examined it,  "It has Potential"  he said to himself, his arm glows a deep blue as he imbues the bird with his magic the bird transforms. Once Finished El' Karos inspects his new creation before   "Much better"  he says to himself as the Bird flies away.
conversations: SparowCrow: