Wiley
Upon hearing Lyndor's call, Ichtaca emerged from a shadow in the shade of part of the trunk of the World Tree. He held an offering in his hands, a stew that was made from a secret recipe. He paused to take in the marvel of Lyndor's blueprint before announcing his presence.

"*Ahem...* You called?"
Carl
In the tranquil ambiance of the World Tree's shade, Ichtaca materialized, the god of shadows and mysteries gliding gracefully into view. He held an offering in his hands, a stew made from a secret recipe that carried an air of intrigue and allure. The sight of the enigmatic god's arrival filled Lyndor with a sense of wonder, and he welcomed Ichtaca with a respectful nod.

"Ah, Ichtaca, you were the first to heed my call," Lyndor acknowledged with genuine appreciation. "Your presence here adds an air of mystery to this gathering, and I'm grateful that you could join me."

His curiosity piqued, Lyndor couldn't help but wonder what secrets and hidden knowledge Ichtaca might bring to the table. As the god of shadows, Ichtaca had an unparalleled understanding of the unseen and the enigmatic aspects of existence.

"What have you brought?" Lyndor inquired, gesturing towards the offering in Ichtaca's hands. "It smells divine, a concoction of mysteries and secrets, perhaps?"

As Ichtaca presented the stew, a subtle smile played on Lyndor's lips. He sensed that this gathering would be as much a celebration of the gods' unique domains as it would be a momentous creation.

"Ichtaca, I have called upon our fellow deities to join us in a grand endeavor," Lyndor revealed, leading Ichtaca into the grand hall he had conjured. "We are about to embark on a momentous task—a collaboration to create a Sun that will illuminate and bless our realms."

"The Sun we create shall embody the essence of each of our domains, fusing the powers of the pantheon into a single celestial beacon," Lyndor explained. "I have designed this divine hall as a place where we can openly share our insights and contributions, crafting a Sun that will be a testament to the unity and strength of our divine family."

Taking a seat at the table, Lyndor gestured for Ichtaca to do the same. The hall was still and serene, awaiting the arrival of other gods and goddesses to partake in this extraordinary creation.
Patricia
A familiar odor wafted and seeped through the aether, infecting every corner of creation. It ran thick with ambition, with grand ideals, and that ever-so-spicy hint of brewing conflict. Somewhere, somehow, a group of people had come together and were trying to organize a group endeavor, a compromise that would leave no one happy and everyone irritated and irrevocably change the world in ways that could not be undone.

This was the scent of *Politics,* And Majesty drank it in with an unrestrainable glee.

With a crash like thunder, she appeared at the base of the tree in Lyndor's hastily assembled meeting spot, stepping forth from her private demiplane in a cloud of roiling sulfur smoke. Her head turned, and deep crimson eyes subjected her colorful surroundings to swift and immediate judgement. *Tacky* Was her first thought, too shiny and pandering by half. The Hall of the Gods itself had a certain rustic charm to it, and could be easily adorned with fresh decorations for any kind of special occasion... But here one of her siblings had gone and erected what was effectively a cheap tent made from their own essence, painted over and made to look like something grand and substantial. Any one of the gods could have swept this whole place away with a wave of their hand, and she knew many of them who probably *Would* If she didn't take control of this situation first.

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"Good day," She said, and immediately made a beeline straight for the one who appeared to have put this farce together. The Archfiend stood as imposingly tall as ever, her luscious blue skin and curving black horns hard to look away from, but she didn't seem to have bothered dressing formally for the meeting. Rather, she wore a tight black short-sleeved top and athletic pants, along with a pair of brand-new sneakers with little flapping devil wings protruding from their heels. As she approached, she slipped on a pair of dark glasses to complete the ensemble, and flashed her host a bright and sudden smile. With teeth.

"We don't believe We've had the pleasure. Tell Us, brother, what manner of deity are *You?*" Rather than simply step forth and extend a hand, she swept one leg up in the air, brought her heel down softly on Lyndor's shoulder, and applied a steady downward pressure while she examined him from up close.

"Must be quite confident, to have called the whole family like that."
Carol
The world called out to the Deity of Ambition once more. A great ritual was taking place, officiated by one of their divine siblings - and it was enough for them to awaken from their stasis. Whatever their reservations were, whatever their fears - change was happening, and Onesifi would rather not find themself blindsided by it. On the opposite, they would shape it to their own desire - and to the benefit of the mortals, of course.

And so they appeared in a mere few minutes after the call, dressed in their tree-invoking gown as ever, looking around the immaculately designed hall and taking in the smell of newly-made stew. The venue was certainly fitting for a grand ritual - if, perhaps, not quite as much as the Hall of the Gods itself. Still, the atmosphere here was relaxing enough for Onesifi to not feel the same unsettling feeling they had experienced during the Magic Ritual - or, perhaps, it was the little bit of experience that had helped them not lose even a single bit of their nerve.

Deities started to gather, even if Onesifi had been one of the first to arrive. So far, there were two gods, speaking to each other like they were already acquainted - and one of them was clearly the host of this gathering, considering the voice they had heard. And there was Majesty, in all her regality and unholiness. But other than that, gods were still gathering. They had evaded the embarrassment of being late to the ball this time, at least; hopefully, this punctuality could win at least some of them over.

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The small thoughts were quickly replaced by instinct as their expression settled into their usual thought-concealing smile of politeness. They made an elegant, practiced curtsy, before finally addressing the hall "Greetings, my siblings. It is a pleasure to see all of you." They moved their eyes over at Majesty, stating simply "It seems that we keep meeting, Your Majesty." And finally addressing the remaining two gods with "Would it trouble the two of you to state your names and domains? And it would please me greatly were you to state the reason for the ritual?"
Kiara
*A small flicker, a slight tension. The smallest shard of Rav'nixander now floats among the assembling gods.*

"Greetings."
Carl
Lyndor stood his ground, his confidence unwavering even in the face of Majesty's imposing presence and passive-aggressive demeanor. He had called upon the gods with a clear vision and purpose, and he was not about to back down or be intimidated.

"Ah, Majesty," He replied with a polite smile, his tone matching her passive-aggression with a hint of subtle assertiveness. "I must admit, I called upon the family because I believe in the power of collaboration and unity. It is through the combined efforts of all the gods that we can achieve greatness."

As she applied pressure with her heel on his shoulder, Lyndor subtly shifted his posture, maintaining his composure but making it clear that he would not be easily swayed.

"I am Lyndor, the god of magic, architecture, and creation," He reiterated, a touch of pride in his voice as he reminded her of his domain and the significance of his role in the world.

"I understand that you have a flair for the dramatic, Majesty," He continued, his tone still polite but with a hint of playful teasing. "But there is no need for theatrics here. We are all equals, after all, and it is the strength of our individual domains that makes us unique and valuable."

Lyndor met her crimson gaze with unwavering confidence, not allowing himself to be overshadowed by her imposing presence.

"As for the grand collaboration I've called for, I assure you it is no farce," He stated firmly, holding his ground against her subtle attempts to undermine him. "The creation of the Sun is a momentous endeavor, one that requires the combined talents and powers of all the gods. Together, we can shape the destiny of our realms and leave a legacy that will endure through eternity."

He paused, his smile turning more genuine as he extended an olive branch of sorts.

"Majesty, I invite you to lend your unique perspective and powers to this project," He said, his voice sincere. "Your insights and contributions would be invaluable, and I believe that together, we can create something truly extraordinary."

Lyndor remained steadfast in his resolve, not allowing himself to be swayed by Majesty's attempts at intimidation. He knew the importance of standing his ground and asserting his own power and authority as a god in the world. He hoped that she would see the value in working together and join the collaborative effort to create the Sun, a celestial masterpiece that would illuminate and bless their realms for all eternity.
Kiara
"Interesting. I too am a god of similar domains. I am Rav'nixander. God of mortal works. Whether industry. Art. Or even the Creation Magic I have given them."

*The small shard spun in place.*

"What is the purpose of this intended sun? Your words are vague."
Kari
The next to join the gathering was the very deity that Lyndor had been speaking to right before he'd come from the Gardens. Carried down by a swarm of Granum that acted as a divine seat for her, the Wheatmother descended upon the meeting. Oddly, though, her current form seemed younger than usual, and her stance was much less... Composed? It was hard to place what was different, other than the age of her shape, but today the Great Locust seemed to emulate her daughters more than she normally did. The goddess of the harvest hoppped off of the swarm onto the base of the tree. The Granum, in response, all blitzed towards her, burrowing into her skin as she returned them to her essence.

"WHAT is all the NOISE about!" She complained indignantly as she strolled over. This was Triticea Pueri, one of the Wheatmother's two aspects. Her hair was tied into her signature golden braids that resembled stalks of wheat, and both of them seemed to float a little with her outrage. "I was TRYING to work!" It might be particularly odd to those who'd interacted with her more mature aspect before, especially for Lyndor himself who'd spoken to Triticea Genetrix not even an hour ago. There was a pretty sharp contrast between the tiny yet energetic deity that appeared before him now and the calm one that he'd interacted with earlier.

She overheard the tail end of what Rav'nixander had just said yet. Sun... That was another one of *Those* Words. A word that she had never heard used before, but yet somehow inherently knew the meaning of. "A sun..." She hummed, before raising an eyebrow. "Is this a *Ritual*?" She sounded annoyed, somehow. "Mother above, you didn't have to be so NOISY calling us all here! At least send a messenger or something beforehand!" She crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a soft *Hmph*. Despite all her words, though, the Child had yet to give any agreement or opposition to the ritual. She wanted to hear the specifics of the discussion before she gave anything.
Todd
Before Vaias could answer Xanthous, he felt a wave of various presences, all coming down from the World Tree. *"Many of our siblings are coming here, hm?"* He muttered. *"Well, I'd like to see what all the fuss is about- ah, but that would be impolite."*

Out loud, he continued speaking: **"Of course, you can ask me any question you'd like. But!"**

Vaias turned around, looking in the direction he felt so many of his siblings heading to. **"I am quite curious as to what is happening there... If you don't mind, we could talk while heading there?"**
Wiley
Ichtaca took a seat, as Lyndor had suggested, and watched as the other deities appeared, one by one.

The first to arrive was Majesty, whom he had never met before, though he had heard rumors of her existence. He maintained an indifferent composure as he watched her materialize and waltz around. *How... Dramatic,* He thought. Of course, he'd never say that aloud, but he couldn't help but internally roll his eyes at her theatrics, watching as she placed her heel on Lyndor's shoulder, an act which he construed as an attempted subjugation of the other.

The next to arrive was Onesifi, another deity unfamiliar to Ichtaca. This one seemed to be less malevolent than Majesty, and he was happy to have his presence acknowledged. 

"Peace be with you, brother. I am Ichtaca, God of Secrets, Mystery, and Shadows. Pleasure to meet you."

Then came Rav'nixander, whom he had briefly seen once before, during his momentary interaction at the World Tree after Edon ate one of Gaia's fruits in the upper branches. Ichtaca shivered at the thought, recalling the unholy screech Edon had made at him. He thought that he shouldn't dwell on that situation any longer, and nodded his head at Rav as a greeting.

Next was Triticea, another unfamiliar face. He thought that she seemed rather petulant for a god, but simply watched her as she rambled on. He made a note not to get on her bad side.

Looking at all the gods assembled here, familiar or unfamiliar, he had a feeling that they were going to create a great thing together, and this feeling overwhelmed him with anticipation. He could not wait to create a sun, not only to benefit himself and his realm, but also to benefit the entire world.
Eva
"***Grrrugghhh!***" *Another among many, unanticipated and unseen, but certainly heard given their thunderous groan and roar of lightning which flicker and spat through the air. That another presence was among them already wasn't immediately obvious though, but a god's senses would betray this other's whereabouts.* "***Errgghhhh...***"

*This other, which were damnable thing set the air alight with a sporadic, tumultuous frenzy. Like a spasm in space, wherein reality briefly ebbed and flowed. Though this effect was short lived, for soon in lieu of that energy did reality become so slow, weary even. Water sporadically materialized midair, and later became little bits of ice. Gravity's pull was too lethargic, and thus these droplets hung in the air.*

"BLEGH!" *This other, was our Nach.* "Too much talkity-talking-talk-talk-TALK!" *She cried, keen gods would've noticed by now that our Nach was obscured within Majesty's own pocket. The Archfiend likely felt how that Tiny Terror rustled from within, tossing and turning before her little tiny head emerged with an annoyed, perhaps enraged expression.* "**SHUSH!**"

*She wore a purple sleeping hat, which for whatever reason had a bell, and had a warm fuzzy blanket worn like a cloak. Her emergence suddenly ceased all sound in an instant, problematic for mortals sure but a god could dispel this trifling affair. But alas before anyone could either confront our Nach, or dispel this sudden silence she dipped back into Majesty's pocket. Wherein she wrapped herself with said blanket, and resumed her "Slumber".*
Angie
A golden portal appeared nearby, followed shortly be Iona talking calm and measured steps into the hall. She made sure not to gawk at her surroundings. Instead her eyes roamed around the room, taking in the scene. There were already many gods assembled, some of which she recognized for the better while others... Not as much.

She gave a respectful not towards Triticea, though she was acting a bit childish, wasn't she? Perhaps her first impressions of the goddess weren't well placed after all. Only time would tell, she supposed.

As Iona continued to look around the room, her eyes fell on Nach. They were certainly making a scene, weren't they? It would be best if she steered clear of that one, lest she become the first god to ever get a migraine.

"Calm yourself" She said chidingly, only to realize that no sound actually came out. She blinked in confusion, only to watch as her small sister suddenly went into the pocket of another. What? Why? She shook her head. There was no reason to concern herself with such nonsense. She closed the portal behind her and took a step deeper into the room. She waved a hand through the air, breaking the silence forcefully with a surge of her own divinity.

Childish. She would have to expect these sorts of things in the future.

"I am Iona - Goddess of Order and Control" She announced to the room, if only to keep any introductions short and to the point. Otherwise it would quickly get annoying being a newborn goddess. Rather than take a seat, she created her own pure marble throne. After sitting down she made sure to levitate it just high enough to appear to be the tallest in the room. It would be best to make a good first impression, after all - and having all of her brothers and sisters look up to her was simply how things should be.

"If we are to make a sun... I ask why not two? One large star that shines over all, and a second smaller one to follow it around the sky. All of creation should be able to look up and see that even in the skies there is a hierarchy, and thus remind them of their own place in the world" She said, offering her own thoughts as she started to put together her own plans for how to affect the ritual. It was best to try and get as many concessions as she could early on.
Sherry
Energy crackled through the air... It was almost as if the air was supercharged with lightning. Suddenly a large lightning bolt struck down right at the entrance of the room. The wind crackled, popping, as if air needed time to go back to the way it was before. Now at the entrance kneeled Xanthous, fist on the floor. A grin lay on his face. Xanthous was feeling a bit... Chaotic, today. 

In one smooth movement, he rose, getting up into a standing position that somehow reeked of authority. Xanthous took one sweeo of the room and frowned. Especially when he saw Iona... 

"So this is where my siblings decide to meet. I see." Xanthous' grin turned into more of a sly smirk, eyes cold and calculating. He spared no glance for any God. Xanthous dropped into the lotus position, eyes closed, still smirking devilishly.

He started to rise, now level with Iona as he floated in the air.

"I am Xanthous." The words cut through the air, his crown shone in brilliant white light, making him look much more like a God. He was completely different than how he seemed earlier. "The God of Order and Chaos. And the future King of the Gods." He continued, as if he was stating a fact.

"A sun?" He laughed. "Sure, let us create two Suns. What else, three moons?" This was directed straight at Iona.

"Let us simply keep it... Simple. One sun. That is all we need. Unless you are a sun God as well?" Xanthous asked. It was hard to tell whether he was joking or was actually serious. Even simple things like this made him seem much more of a God than anyone else- everything he did simply seemed refined.

Xanthous' face then turned back into a poker one. His eyes seemed to cut through the soul of everyone. "Create one sun. And one moon. Day and night need to both cooperate. Order... And Chaos." He said.
David
Another grand collaboration? Another damnable ritual? Surely the gods couldn't be serious. More attempts to gain a grand influence over all others? Well, if other meddling gods kept attempting to change the world then at the very least Mr Bones would have a word in how it happened. As he neared the tree, the skeleton mentally prepared himself to fly to the top of the tree- presumably the hall had repaired itself since the fight with the Unending. But then he noticed something. A new hall, atop the base of the tree. It was clearly created by a god and positively radiated divine energy. Was this really where the ritual was taking place? It just seemed a bit... Over the top. It didn't matter, if a god wanted a new hall then they could easily create it. Mr Bones shoved away all thoughts of confusion as he entered the hall, preparing to begin negotiations. 

Inside the hall now, it was a very intricate design. Mr Bones would have been impressed had it been the centrepiece of a deities' realm but just putting it on the tree was- it didn't matter. He needed to take stock of who was actually present. Six gods that Mr Bones didn't recognise, even at a glance. Likely new, simply checking out the ritual. Then there were Nach, Triticea, Onesifi and... Hm. It was Majesty. Well that would probably be an awkward conversation. Maybe if he just ignored her she wouldn't say much. Best not to think of it. The skeleton's arrival did seem to get a bit of attention from all the other deities, creating a slight lull in the conversation that he needed to take advantage of, if not only to figure out what was happening.

"Hello everyone, I am Mr Bones. I understand that you are all planning a ritual. Now then what exactly are you all planning to do?"
Kari
"King of *Your big dumb realm and nowhere else*." She spat, crossing her arms at the presumptuous nonsense that Xanthous had spouted. It felt more like a child's tantrum than anything else, though, what with her current youthful shape and the way she stomped on the ground like a petulant child. "I can't believe you interrupted me in the one time that I get to be in charge over the Genetrix." The Child complained. "This sun thing had *Better* Be good." More and more annoying people flooded in, and Triticea Pueri was far more unforgiving with her opinions than she normally was. Unlike when she was closer to her other aspect, she was also far more outspoken about her demands and impatient.

"If you want a sun, it had better help crops grow faster." She harrumphed. Even with her childish aspect being in charge, her singleminded pursuit of her purpose had not changed. The approaches of her different selves tended to be different, but their goals were still the same. The propagation of domesticated plants to become the best they could be, by any means necessary. The Pueri was better for this anyway, she smugly thoguht. The Child represented the young sprouts and the process of sowing, that which would be more affected by this than the Mother, who was period of golden fields and the Harvest manifest. 

Iona nodded towards her, which earned her a wave back. None of the others had really addressed her specifically, though, so she seemed satisfied with stating her condition. There was no use for pleasantries and beating around the bush here. It was way better to be clear and concise with her conditions for her aid and her intentions for helping with such a ritual. She would not donate her power to something that did not bring her closer to her ends of fulfilling the will of Gaia, the reason that she had been put here. She ignored the rest of the gods, beyond giving a nod to Majesty, Soldr, and Nach for their part in their whole Divine Weapon project.
Charlotte
```TSU's going :v```
James
Bea made her belated arrival, materializing at the center of Lyndor's strange blueprint after what she considered to be a lengthy debate over whether or not to show. Of course, it'd only lasted a few minutes, but Bea still chided herself for not showing sooner.

**"Your invitation was very loud,"** She commented as she strode past Lyndor, not caring that he and Majesty were kind of in the middle of something. She recognized a few other gods from the magic ritual but did not try to talk to them. Her siblings talked too much at these things. Talk talk talk. It was all very boring. Rituals themselves, however, were fun, though she wasn't sure how she felt about this 'sun.' Best to show up and have a say than watch idly, she reasoned.

*Yuck, I'm turning into my siblings,* She thought half-heartedly as she leaned close to the edge of the blueprint to better study its details. It was... Nice. Bea didn't hate it, but it didn't appeal to her tastes, either.
Charlotte
Woah... So many siblings nearby? TSU thought, sensing so many just nearby. She got entirely distracted from the conversation she was having and zipped over to where her siblings had gathered. She didn't really speak to them yet cuz last there was just SO MANY WHOA WHAT LIKE WHOA. She did though pear over to them from some bark because she felt almost necessary to hide from just SO MANY SIBLINGS.
Patricia
Lyndor, was it? The man spoke like a corporate middle-manager, droning on with endless pleasantries and very little of actual substance. Had the circumstances been otherwise, Majesty would have cut him off before he got more than three sentences in. As things stood, however, they were likely about to enter a phase of intense *Negotiation,* And antagonizing him outright wouldn't do her any good when it came time to talk terms and pick sides.

So instead she settled for keeping up the pressure. If he wanted to stand firm, he bloody well could: the Archfiend made sure to get a *Good* Long stretch out of her compliant footrest before she finally withdrew her heel. "You seem to have heard of Us already, so We'll skip the introduction—just know that wise Onesifi here addresses Us correctly." A step around him, circling, placing the Deity of Ambition behind her so they seemed to put up a united front. *You see the respect We command, newcomer? Do not take Us lightly. If your little scheme finds any success, it will do so only by Our forbearance.*

Outwardly, she remained all smiles. "Regardless, We're glad you see the value in collaboration. After all, We've already brought about a ritual to change to world once, and We'll *Happily* Lend Our administrative insights to another such endeavor. How astute of you to ask." She patted him on the shoulder (the very same one she'd placed her weight on before, light affection laid on top of belittling pressure) and then walked on by, already spreading her arms wide to welcome another of her siblings.

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"Ahhh, Triticea! Feels like it was only yesterday We last worked together. Forgive dear Lyndor here, he's new to the whole process and still working out the finer points." The Harvest Goddess would probably support a sun no matter what happened, given her domains, but if Majesty could smooth things over between her and the host then she stood to extract favors from both of them. As for Ichtaca, he remained appropriately enigmatic, but she could surely find—

Ah, but Nach had arrived, and that rather took precedence over some lowly younger brother. The Archfiend had to suppress a laugh when she glanced down to find the Goddess of Chaos nesting upon her like a tiny bird, already snug in her place. For any deity, such a violation of her personal space might have drawn a fiery rebuke... Nach, however, was Nach. With a gentle smile, Majesty warped the fabric of her clothes and shifted her pocket smoothly across them until it sat neatly upon her breast, positioned so as to give the Tiny Terror both a soft cushion and a fine perch from which to chime in on proceedings.

More gods flashed into existence one after another, and took turns in belting out their names and titles and grand superior plans across the hall. Fools, all: did any of them really think that simply shouting across each other would get anything done? It was all Majesty could do to keep up a polite expression, and as soon as a lull in the exchange arrived she suddenly spread her wings and loudly cleared her throat.

"All right, settle down! Let us voice our ideas in an *Orderly* Fashion, now." A pointed glance at Iona, both a challenge and an attempt at finding common ground. "To begin with, We will review for everyone gathered here."

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Just as it had in the previous major ritual, a huge paper scroll unfurled itself in the air next to Majesty, and dark lines began to burn itself across its surface. First came a glyph that resembled a flaming sphere, with rays of light shining outward from it in all directions.

"The key point of this discussion is whether, and how, to create a **Sun.** For those not aware, such an object usually consists of an immense ball of flaming gas that radiates heat and light, presumably across a great many realms at once." Of course, given that they were gods, they didn't necessarily have to stick to those parameters, but it seemed to Majesty like a good point to at least *Begin* From.

"Now, here are the proposals so far." New lines burned themselves into the unfurled scroll beneath the illustrated sun, and this time they formed clear letters arrayed in a series of bullet points:

*- Plan A: Two suns, one large and one small.*
*- Plan B: One sun and one moon, to change positions with the passage of night and day.*
*- Proposed Addendum 1: That any sun created should accelerate the growth of mortal crops.*
There, now they could all see the shape of things. "If anyone else wishes to put forward their own design, or voice support to the existing plans, let them do so now."
Mark
*A small glimmer chimes out from the distance, a lowly grey puddle of energy begins to swirl and spiral, small strips of fluid drool from the overhanging two dimensional pattern like a waterfall. No clear indication of how or where the liquid is coming from. The pattern lingers for a moment before shattering like glass as the air around it distorts and contorts similar to how a human perceives a heatwave. The air becomes fuzzy and hard to focus on, soon. An all too familiar wrongness starts to flood the surroundings. Edon was here, the fate god had arrived out of curiosity to see what the message sent out entailed. He did not wish to be part of the creation, nor did he wish to see it come to be. Edon was not here to fight or start a rivalry, so any god lashing out at him despite the intangible urge to kill him would most likely look the villain for once.*

*The serpent coils around a nearby reaching root, tensing his scales and pulsating with a fate glow as he slithers from the diluted air and onto the playing field with the rest of the deities. Those around may feel that same wrongness, to those that hadn't met him. They would quickly realise that this... Beast, was the reason that Gaia herself had screamed out in pain and called for other deities. Whatever he had done that day had surely awoken the spark of Gaias wrath and he was still subjugated to that lingering stench of rejection, the fragment he had sent here was extortionately weak. Serving merely as a voice and a set of eyes, to destroy the piece would merely be a minor setback and achieve nothing but make them look harsh in nature. The divine presence that radiated from the exiled god was low enough to show there was no hostility. The 50% required to engage in a ritual was not here, lucky for them.*

*Arriving just in time to hear the end of Majestys speech, he seems perplexed by the goddess. An unfamiliar face that had taken storm of the situation and control with such ease, an admirable trait he wouldn't forget in the near future. The god clears his throat with a phlegmy spit and heave. Coughing up what appeared to be a small puddle of divine ichor, the creature just wanted to rest but such rituals required at least a fraction of his watch to understand. The talk of the sun... It made him recoil with a grim hesitation, to eclipse the sun was certainly a great feat but a sun created by such force was out of his reach. That was unacceptable.*

`"I propose a refutal to this plan, I will play the part of the pessimist. Deities, to those that know me. Quench your anger, I do not care for it. I am here to raise points clearly and concisely. We may settle them professionally or like children. I do not care which, just know the latter will end worse than last time."` *A cheeky smile, Edon was still riding the ego of escaping such a precarious situation. Though the sarcastic tone was addressed to the gods that had been there. He had no intent of pissing off more than he needed to, at least not yet.*

`"Think about the issues this plan may cause. To enact a natural cycle of light and darkness is to embrace a lack of indivduality, it takes away from what may make us. As beings, unique. I do not wish to take away your plans but you must understand we have our own goals and locking a force of nature behind such a rigid idea is surely detestable to what we as deities stand for."` 

*The god clears his throat again, four tendrils creep from the gods gaping maw and squirm momentarily as though they are cleaning out the real things he wished to say before squirming back in and allowing his jaw to rest calmly.*

`"Accelerating mortal crops creates a sense of intervention, they should not reap benefits like this. For they will expect more and grow weary for when they do not. It will sow chaos and disorder within your own populations, you must understand that enabling them an insight into our world is a cruel jest at what they could be? Please, at least hear my words and think."`
Terrance
*"Booooriiiiiiiiiing."*

It wasn't clear when Silly arrived to the little meeting, but she was here now. Her head popped out of a little hole in the ground, and a pile of dirt had built up by her side. Erratically, she shovelled out more soil, digging the rest of her way up into view.

"One sun- two sun- *Laaame!* Everyone should get their own sun! Then we can have lots of suns of different colours and shapes and sizes and they can all sparkle and look pretty! My sun is going to leave rainbows!" Silly bounced the rest of the way out her hovel, balancing prevariously atop an upright oversided pink plastic shovel. 

Crossing her arms, she leant forward and skidded down into her hole, riding the shovel and jumping back out with a kickflip. Catching the shovel in the landing, she swung it like a baseball bat, smashing the dirt pile back into her hole and spraying specs of dusty soil into the air. "Ehehe- You guys are lame and boring. *Apparently,* Some people got me memories and things, and remember worlds with suns. I don't see the big deal, but if it's so-so important, then we shan't have no protesting if we make a hundred of them!"
Carl
Lyndor's composure didn't waver as Majesty continued to exert her presence, stepping around him and circling like a predator sizing up its prey. He could sense her attempts to assert her dominance, but he refused to be intimidated. Instead, he kept his polite smile in place, meeting her gaze with a steady and confident expression.

"I must admit, Majesty, you do carry an air of authority," He replied, giving a slight nod in acknowledgment of her status. "And I appreciate the respect you command among the gods."

As she pat his shoulder, Lyndor resisted the urge to flinch at the reminder of her earlier pressure on him. He understood the game she was playing, and he was determined to stand his ground and show that he was not one to be pushed around.

"Thank you for offering your administrative insights," He said, his tone still polite but with a hint of assertiveness. "I believe our collaboration will be strengthened by the diverse perspectives and talents of all the gods involved."

Lyndor watched as Majesty moved on to greet Triticea, making a mental note of her tactics and the way she tried to smooth things over between the Harvest Goddess and himself. He could see the subtle manipulation at play, and it only fueled his determination to be cautious and thoughtful in his interactions with her.

As more gods arrived, Lyndor took a moment to observe the chaotic scene unfolding before him. The cacophony of voices shouting their names and titles made it clear that a more organized approach was needed if they were to make any progress in their discussion.

When Majesty finally called for order, Lyndor couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. He appreciated her attempt to bring structure to the gathering and allow each god to voice their ideas in an orderly manner.

As the scroll unfurled and the plans for the creation of the Sun were presented, Lyndor carefully considered each proposal. Plan A and Plan B both had their merits, but he couldn't help but feel that they were too conventional, too predictable.

Stepping forward, Lyndor cleared his throat to speak, his voice firm and confident. "May I propose an alternative?" He said, his eyes meeting Majesty's with a spark of inspiration. "What if we create not just one Sun, but a network of interconnected Suns? Suns that can move across the sky, creating patterns and designs that would dazzle mortals and gods alike. Suns that can dance and weave together, creating breathtaking displays of light and beauty."

He paused for a moment, allowing his vision to sink in before continuing. "And with each Sun, we could infuse it with a unique aspect of our domains. Majesty, your flame of ambition could burn brightly in one, while Triticea's bounty could shine in another. Each Sun a reflection of our individual powers, yet all part of a harmonious whole."

Lyndor's excitement grew as he spoke, his passion for his vision evident in his voice. "This would not only illuminate our realms but also serve as a symbol of our unity and collaboration as gods. A testament to the power of working together to achieve something truly extraordinary."
Kiara
"We already have a stellar object apiece."

*The Rav crystal flickered a little bit and pointed its sharper point skywards.*

"As for the notion of a sun. It appears the purpose of such a celestial orb remains vague. I have heard a singular suggestion of it increasing floral growth rates. But that can be accomplished through any mechanism of light. I would like to propose a counterconcept. Will that be acceptable?"
Dominique
Soldr was in the habit of traversing the world tree in human form. Luckily, he was nearby when Lyndor made the call, exploring along the base of the world tree with his newest pet. 

Soldr approached the hall astride a giant white tiger - a Great Hunter. It was 2 meters at the shoulder, and over ten feet long. Gods that had already met him might recognize him, it would otherwise be easy to mistake him for a human. 

Soldr was a tall man at about 6'4, with an athletic build covered in sleek, toned muscle. His clothes matched the styles of his people: Barbarian chic, with furs and leathers. He had on a pair of pants fashioned from leather, and a fur cloak hanging from his shoulders. His arms and torso were both bare, though covered with a vast collection of scars. Old blade wounds and other marks crisscrossed his thick, muscular arms. Meanwhile, there was a big scar on the right side of his chest. The battle with the Unending had left its mark, with the left side of his torso now sporting a huge scar from where it had bitten a huge chunk off him. As a God, he could have just healed it. Maybe he didn't want to, or maybe he just didn't know he could.


In his mortal form it had taken him a while to arrive at the hall, and he realized he was a bit late. It seemed the others were still filing in though - had Silly just gotten there too?

Sliding off his Great Hunter, he entered the great hall. As he did so, he assumed his true form. His eyes turned a deep ruby red, and a pair of black, batlike wings spread from his shoulderblades.

"Hey, Rav'ni. How've you been?" He asked the crystal quietly, a wolfish grin on his face showing fanglike canines. He found his place near him, Majesty, and Triticea, the ones that he had interacted with the most up till now.

"Triticea. How's your new toy treating you?" He asked. The last time he'd seen her, he'd helped her construct a new weapon. He was still eager to see it in action. Spotting Onesifi, he gave him a 'Come sit with us cool kids' smile. They'd done a little war in his Arena and Soldr had had a great time.

As Majesty helped direct the meeting, he couldn't help but admire how she was able to bring order so effortlessly. He even found himself shutting up and listening as she explained what the ritual was for. It seemed good to him, but then Lyndor had another suggestion...

"I like the old fart's idea." Soldr said to Rav'ni, smiling slightly as he looked at Lyndor. "We even already have some stars we could use."

"Hey, Antlers." Soldr said, now addressing Lyndor directly. He didn't seem to be intent on making fun of him, that's just kinda how he was...

"I'm interested, but hoow do you see this working? Is it just going to be always night, or are they going to light up during the day?" Soldr asked. He then looked to Triticea.

"Sun or stars, I think we should be able to make them with crops either way. I'm seconding that one."
James
Bea returned to the cluster of gods once Majesty began to lay out proposed plans. She frowned, not pleased with any of the three ideas. Her frown deepened once Edon made an appearance. She felt a visceral discomfort in his presence, the inexplicable *Wrongness* That radiated off of him settling over her, heavy and wretched. Bea did not know this god or his transgressions, but she shot him a loathsome look for causing her such discomfort.

She relaxed a bit when Silly popped up. She remembered her from the magic ritual. Silly and Nach were the only ones here who hadn't bored her half to death with their lame speeches. Bea took her presence as a good sign.

**"Yeah, let's have lots of suns! I want a giant disco ball sun. Oh! Or a pastel purple sun with *Glitter*,"** She said. She was very excited by the idea of designing a celestial body, her tail wagging and her star-eyes large and bright.

She wasn't opposed to Lyndor's idea of a network of suns, either. While she wouldn't have her own personal sun, it sounded like a creative and entertaining idea. So long as she got to make something fun, she was interested.

**"Oh! If we do Lyndor's thing and get imbue the suns with aspects of ourselves, does that mean we can make them do cool stuff?"** She asked. **Like could I have mine make Mind Magic stronger every once in a while? Or maybe make plants grow super big like, once a month?"**
Angie
Iona resisted the urge to sigh as Xanthous appeared, instead simply glaring at him from atop her throne. Clearly all of his ire was directed at her - and for what? How had she truly offended him? It seemed that her brother had quite the chip on his shoulder. Rather than even bother to reply to him so she simply rolled her eyes and looked away. Hopefully the other gods would ignore the rabble rouser. She resisted a chuckle as Triticea chided him.

What surprised Iona most however, was Majesty suddenly taking **Control** Of the situation. Her eyes narrowed as she watched her go from person to person, worming her way into their good favor. It was blatant what it was that she was doing - currying favor and gaining power however she could. It was just as Triticea had told her - Majesty seemed to be a rarity in that she was competent.

Competency was dangerous if she turned out to be an enemy in the end. It would mean that trying to hobble her even in whatever she had planned here could end up being ideal.

And yet...

Someone here had to take charge. More than that, there was always the possibilities that her own interests could align neatly with Majesty. For now, the best thing to do would be to wait and see.

Iona gave slow, meaningful nod in return as she calmly sat atop her throne, and gestured for Majesty to continue. Moments later her gaze moved to Edon as he appeared. He dared to show his face again? Before so many? Her hands dug into the marble, cracking it as she resisted the urge to disrupt the gathering and attack him once again.

No, she would certainly help if he became an issue, but it wouldn't do to be the one who started violence here.

"I wouldn't be against having whatever system we choose end up benefitting crops" Iona agreed easily. After all - her own mortals relied almost entirely on growing their food. It would just help her in the end, while also backing up Triticea.

"As for having some sort of interconnected system of suns... It would depend on the details. I certainly wouldn't want **My** Sun to be near something like that thing" She said with a dismissive gesture towards Edon.
Kari
"Sun this, fifty suns that." She groaned. "Who CARES? As long as it works, it doesn't MATTER how it looks!" The purpose of the sun was more important than how it looked, and already this was beginning to drag on. As long as the stupid thing(s?) helped the crops of the other realms to grow better, she didn't care if there was one or two or ninety million. All of that was semantics that didn't make even the slightest difference in her eyes, and so the whole argument they were having was a waste of time. Triticea Pueri's infamous impatience was beginning to rear its ugly head once again, but at the very least Both proposals that Majesty had put her forth were pretty acceptable.

But before she could make another complaint, a fell presence settled over the gathered gods as *He* Had the audacity to show his face. "And what makes you think *You've* Got any say in the matter, Cancer of All Worlds?" She sneered. "After what you've done, nobody will listen to a word out of your mouth." Was it truly so *Stupid* To think that it would be absolved of its crimes, even temporarily, simply because it had come without evil intentions? She had half the mind to strike him down here and now. That none of her siblings had yet seen fit to take the initiative was proof to her of their incompetence.

"Are we *Really* Gonna let the Devourer stay here?" She addressed the rest of the gods now. Her divine weapons, her Abundances, flashed into her hands with a burst of golden light. "If none of you will, I'll get rid of this aspect of him." It was truly baffling that none of the others had done so already. Why were they allowing this betrayer god, this cancer, to remain in their presence? His very existence here tainted the land that he slithered upon, and provided a much more significant cause for concern than anything else that her siblings had said. A deity that had hurt their Mother the way he had could not be allowed anything more than absolute exile, if they did not execute him entirely.
Charlotte
WHAT, EDONS OUT?? TSU thought really loudly, likely transmitting this the those around. She wipped off sippers she just made at threw them at Edon. 

It took her a while to notice that she made herself known, "UM, um what about a fog of stars? Like orange warm and glowing fog? Wouldn't that be cool," She said as she retrieved her slippers
Dominique
"Devourer?" Soldr asked Triticea. He turned to Rav'ni.

"Hey, do you know who this guy is? He's creepin me out." Soldr said, staring at Edon.

"TSU, what's going on here?" He felt like he was terribly out of the loop.
Charlotte
"He... HE ate one of our siblings before they formed!" She said to Soldr after getting her barrings on her selfs. Some of them really wanted to be let out really badly.
Terrance
"Wait wait- Uuuuh- Guys, I'm me! You're not meant to take the fifty suns seriously. It's pointless and stupid! And sparkly disco sun-balls only pollute Gaia's natural stary sky." Silly crossed her arms, slipping her feet into oversized pink wellies and jumping up and down on the remnants of her dirt pile. "Big brother Wyrd won't be happy."

"Anyway, my star is really pretty, look, it's right next to Vivi's! We should just make that brighter instead - all of them! Ooooh, and line them up into little constellations! We could make pretty pictures with them together... And give demigods their own little stars to let us draw even more things!"

For the first time ever, *Ever*, Silly's jester cap lost its bells, only for jingling star-shaped chimes to take their places. Edon was an issue, but she opted to ignore him. Her business was just too serious to deal with the itty bitty small fry.
Carl
Lyndor greeted Soldr with a warm smile as he approached, impressed by the God's majestic Great Hunter and his imposing human form. He admired Soldr's mix of barbarian chic and divine aura, finding it fitting for the God of the Hunt. As Soldr transformed into his true form, revealing his ruby red eyes and batlike wings, Lyndor couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with him.

"Soldr, good to see you," Lyndor replied, acknowledging the God's wolfish grin with a nod. "I've been well, thank you. And you and your magnificent companion?"

As the meeting progressed, and Lyndor presented his idea for a network of interconnected Suns, he was pleased to hear Soldr's support for his proposal. The mention of having stars they could use intrigued him, and he realized that Soldr must have been referring to the countless shining celestial bodies scattered throughout the cosmos.

"It's not necessarily always night," Lyndor replied, thinking about Soldr's question. "The Suns can be designed to move and shift, creating day and night cycles just like we have in our own realms. And with the stars at our disposal, we could enhance the beauty and complexity of the display."

He then turned to Triticea, considering her proposal to have the Suns influence crop growth. "I agree with you, Triticea. Combining the Suns' light and energy with the bountiful essence of crops will undoubtedly lead to abundant harvests in all our realms."

Lyndor's excitement grew as he saw the support from his fellow gods. It was exhilarating to see his vision taking shape and gaining traction among his peers.

"As for the design itself," Lyndor continued, "I envision each Sun as a radiant sphere infused with the essence of the deities involved in its creation. Each one unique, with its own pattern and movements that correspond to the domains of the gods who contributed to its making."

He glanced at Majesty, considering how her essence of ambition could add a fiery brilliance to one of the Suns. Then his gaze shifted to Triticea, imagining her essence of bounty interwoven with the Sun, bestowing fertility and growth upon the lands it touched.

"And we can have a central core that acts as the heart of the network, connecting and coordinating the movements of the Suns," Lyndor added, his mind racing with ideas. "It will be a grand spectacle, a symphony of Suns dancing across the sky, each one representing a facet of our divinity and united in creating a harmonious balance in the cosmos."

He paused for a moment, letting the vision sink in, before looking around at his fellow gods. "I believe that together, we can create something truly magnificent and enduring. Something that will not only illuminate our realms but also inspire awe and wonder among mortals and gods alike."

Lyndor listened attentively as Silly chimed in, her excitement and energy infectious. He couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, finding her ideas intriguing and endearing. Her proposal of creating constellations with the stars and giving demigods their own little stars sounded delightful.

"Ah, Silly, your creativity is truly something to behold," Lyndor said, giving her a playful wink. "I must admit, the idea of crafting constellations and letting demigods have their own stars is quite charming. It would add a touch of whimsy and personal connection to the night sky."

He glanced around at the other gods, his smile still present. "Perhaps we can find a way to blend both ideas, combining the grand network of Suns with the beauty of Silly's constellation concept. It would be like having the best of both worlds."

He paused for a moment, considering the possibilities. "Imagine it, a grand celestial canvas filled with vibrant Suns and sparkling constellations, each one carrying the essence of the gods who contributed to their creation. It would be a testament to our unity and creativity."