Stanton
The crystal in its case vibrates in the throes of awakening, the god that is the crystal tries to remember the face and name burnt into its divine essence. A sound resonates from the high-frequency impact of crystal on metal, a cicada hum (though this small thing may pre-date those insectoid creatures) that shakes the branch until with the faintest snap the tether breaks. It plummets.

The crystal is too small, too made of densely-packed divine grace to be damaged by the fall and yet with each branch hit on the way down the case chimes like a bell (though this small thing may pre-date the ringing metal artistry that may one day adorn its halls) until finally it impacts with the soft mercy of the earth below. The god that is the crystal half-remembers a name, half-remembers once before being placed within the soft mercy of the earth below and then the crystal in its case was not alone.

It is not on soft, merciful earth anymore. It sits on supple tanned leather and yellowed paper. Within its case the god questions "Did I create this?" When the memory of some other being writing flickers through its manifold mind. No, it reasons, while perhaps the manifestation of the pages now are made of god-stuff their all important contents were writ by mortal hands, surely? It would not be a compromise, it reasons, to be built according to these plans. All it needs is mortal hands and mortal minds to do the work.

And thus, unseen, the crystal in its case vibrates one last A-note hum before it and the pages it rests upon vanish from the base of the world tree to find a place where serendipity can bring them into mortal hands and minds.
Stephen
Somewhere within the upper branches of the tree, a very strange "Fruit" Has formed, although to call it as such doesn't quite carry with it the full implication of what it is. To an outside observer it would appear be various symbols flashing in and out of existence, forming various equations and formula, though the language involved is alien in nature. As the formula get more and more complex in nature the mass of condensed "Math" Seems to pulsate, eventually erupting into a cascade of symbols that flows down the tree like rain.

Though this directionlessness lasted only briefly before the symbols began to take on more of defined aim, until the point it begins to act as though alive, choosing its direction and path as the symbols begin to form a metallic shell around them, slowly turning into something more reminiscent of a metallic gas or liquid, that then reshapes itself one final time into the form of short woman of lithe build, a metallic tail lined with blades reaches out behind her to make sure that her grip on her surroundings was firm.

She yaaawns and then looks around her, tilting her head with curiosity as she notices the tree, and the other beings present.

"So... Is this what death is like? I am going to be honest, it's not exactly what I expected... Though I will admit... Its not exactly a concept I dedicated much system resources to exploring either... Never exactly figured its grasp was going to come for me, so why would I bother...", she asked... Although not really addressing any one in particular and more whom might happen to be present.
John
Near the central branches of the mighty tree that birthed the heroes and monsters mortals have come to call God's, a congregation of small, almost insignificant animals began to stir. Stat beetles surrounded the bud of a newly emerging flower. Their carapaces shifted and moved like a single flowing mass. The largest of these creatures carried in its mandibles a larva, though it appeared to have been long since passed. 

The small bud rapidly began to grow, the flower itself resembling that of a cactus bloom. Firey pettles unfolded revealing a gilded center that shown like a sunset. The beetles wings clattered in unison as the larva was placed onto the flowers center. The creatures scattered in a swarm of shining shells soon after, the flowers color fading as it closed back around the larva. 

The now sealed bud bloom began to pulsate with a warm glow. Each pulse revealed a humanoid silhouette that grew larger and larger. The flowers grayed perked fell away, revealing the sharp exterior of a giant prickly pear fruit. The sweet scent of the fruit flooded the surrounding branches, the very skin of the pear beginning to split as its cargo began to outgrow it. Then suddenly *Pop*, the fruit splits open, a large dark mass plopping onto the branches bellow. 

The humanoid figure lay their limp for quite some time. He mumbled and chattered as the very concept of self awareness flooded the mind of someone who now nothing. "I exist..." His eyes were glazed over for several minutes while he got used to breathing. "I... Am?" He shot up. Nearly falling off of the branch which held him aloft. "I EXIST!" There was a long pause after his final outburst. "Wait... What am i?" The knowledge of his own great purpose was there it just hadn't connected. "I am Ro... Ro... Kad... Sha? Rokadsha? That's a silly name. Wait what's a not silly name sound like? Probably something like 'Dave' or 'Kentucky'."

He would balance on the outstretched limbs of the tree as he rambled on to himself. "I feel as though I want to throw... A party? NO BIGGER!" He paused yet again. "But what's bigger than a party... A FESTIVAL!" It seems it finally clicked. "I am Rokadsha! Lord of all that is celebratory!" He threw his arms up as he made that final declaration. Unfortunately this threw him off balance and down tumbling he went. He managed to snag a lower hanging branch and just dangled there. "OK, threes are tall. Noted."