> In the age before the sun's first dawn, only the primordial titan Orton, the timeless Void itself, and the strings of fate existed.
> Orton looked upon the Void, and found it beautiful beyond compare, likewise, the Void looked upon Orton, and found the titan worthy of its embrace.
> And so, Orton entered the Void, the Void embraced Orton, and from the ichorous sweat of their ecstatic act, the stars above themselves came into being.
> From the virile seed of Orton, the Void grew swollen with child, and as time was yet undefined, a simultaneous instant and eternity came to pass.
> The time came, the Void shuddered and pushed with a tremendous effort, with the heaving rhythmic spasms of the Void's breath, the whole of the cosmos shifted in unerring accord; So it was time came to be defined
> Time thus formed, the Void overcame its labor, and with a noise beyond all noise, ushered in by pain beyond all pain, the Void screeched, and the offspring were birthed upon a blanket of stars.
> Orton, amazed by the miracle of birth, surveyed its children, an even dozen, each a discordant algamation of creation, thrumming with untold power and potential.
> The Void, exhausted by its ordeal, fell into a deep, dark slumber upon a blanket of stars, and there, the Void began to dream.
> In the wake of the first birth, Orton gazed upon the first to be birthed, and filled with pride, it dubbed them the Firstborn, greatest and truest of all its works.
> The Void fast asleep, the titan resolved to raise them to the best of its ability, suckling the mewling newborns with the light of the stars themselves.
> Thus fed, the Twelve Firstborn were quick to mature and grow in strength, at the time, no wrath was yet wrought, and all was peaceful.
> So it was that the first act of creation came to pass.
Let's make a Pseudo-Grecian Mythology
>Then Zenus the Lightning Lord comes in and rapes someone
>Orton would come to raise the children with great care, wisdom, and loved, driven to ensure that his children great mighty and strong like himself and the Void.
>Yet the Void was asleep, leaving only Orton alone in the universe to raise his twelve.
>Despite his efforts, it was clear that not all his children received attention equally.
>The first child gained the most care, followed by the second, then the third, and so on and so on.
>Leaving the 12th child, Yzad, alone in the universe.
>And Yzad grew to resent his father, and all his brothers and sisters.
>All except for Vivi, the 11th child and his older sister, whom showed him love that no other in his family would.
>Yzad soon plotted to kill his father.
> Orton genuinely cared for his offspring, but, lacking knowledge of empathy, failed to give each the love it deserved and required.
> Nevertheless, Orton worked to the best of his ability, and soon his favored son, Akin, first among the Firstborn, grew and, taught by his father, began to learn the ways of creation, shaping the light of the stars into concrete firm stone and keen metallic substance.
> Soon, Akin's siblings began follow in his footsteps, harnessing the light of the stars in the pursuit of other aspects of creation, each had something to offer to the nascent creation.
> Each, save one that is.
> Yzad, unknowingly abandoned by Orton, had no teacher, and, despising the light of the stars, Yzad turned to the shaping and twisting of the darkness.
> Orton proudly gazed upon the magnificent works of each of the Firstborn, and marveled at the works they had wrought, each, save the last.
> Yzad, being of the darkness, wielding power over the darkness, could not bring the light to form, only obscure the light and destroy the works of his siblings.
> Thus, Orton ignored him, not out of malice, but rather, simple disinterest.
> And so, the Lone One's hate continued to simmer.
>With Orton, Akin, and the other firstborn now well taught in the ways of creation, they set out for a new project; a true test of their abilities to create.
>They sought to build a world bathed in the light of stars, where they would await their mother's reawakening, and be a complete family again.
>Orton created the bowl of the world, while Akin and the other Firstborn set out to fill it with stone, ocean, skies, and all else that would be needed for their new home.
>With the Firstborns distracted, Yzad set about his plans.
>It began simply enough, asking his beloved sister Vivi to bring him a brass bell, claiming that he would ring it when the world was completed in celebration. Seeing no reason not to help her little brother, she complied.
>Then, far away from the world, Yzad played with the darkness, pulling it together, snuffing out the stars that the Orton and his children were too distracted to notice.
>The Lone One dragged the darkness he pulled together, all the way to the Void's ear, and wrapped the darkness around the bell his sister had given him.
>When the world was completed, the Lone One planned to ring the corrupted bell, awakening his mother early.
>It was his belief that his awoken mother, powerful and immense, would be driven by a blind rage from her rude awakening, and seek out the most visible thing to exact her revenge upon; the world, and Orton.
>But before he could ring the bell, Yzad would need to wait for the world to be made, and he would have to save his beloved sister, for he did not want her to be a victim of his scheme.
OP, I'm sorry but I don't see what's "grecian" about it so far. Memes aside, it lacks certain details like canibalism, fratricide castration, weird ways of being born.
It's too neat, too loving. It needs more conflict between generations and the power of fate/prophecy driving people to do mad or abominable things to avoid terrible fates.
At the same time, such nastiness encoded themes and morals and wasn't for shock value (at least not all of it)
These links might help:
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>Greek Fantasy Tips and Resources
>Fate needs to be a theme, even a stat. IT affects all, even the gods. Hubris is defying what Fate chooses for you. You can take notes of Miura's Berserk in this. Guts is a greek hero, beneath the aesthetic.
>Attempts to reach the level of gods makes them aware of you. This may be the worst thing ever. The Gods pretty much follow the idea of might makes right and zoophilia isn't a thing. Remember the Minotaur.
>Everything has a antromorphic personification, even Fate herself. Every god has plenty of daughters or sons that are representations of things associated with their divine domain. Your character's background can include: "mama went to bathe in the river and it got her really wet. I was born nine months later."
> As eons came to pass, mere moments in the eyes of the Orton and his Firstborn, the bowl of the world slowly and steadily came into being, each of the Firstborn contributed in their own way.
> Orton, in a colossal act of creation, sundered the nothingness that once surrounded the Void and crafted a great bowl from its shards, he then wove a thick and soft web of stars to hold the bowl of the world in its embrace, and prevent its shards from drifting apart.
> Akin, eager to begin his work, was the first to apply his work to the canvas of creation, laying down the foundation of sediment, stone, and ore needed to craft the world in whole.
> Vivi, taking inspiration from the stars of the cosmos, cut a thin gash across her wrist with a shard's jagged edge, and the spill of her blood gushed across the whole of Akin's work, upon solidifying, the first precious stones came into being.
> So it was that diamonds and gemstones came into being, from the blood of the Eleventh child of Orton.
Many thanks user, I'll be sure to peruse these links later. As it is, I'm sure with our combined efforts, the mythology will develop plenty of inter-generational conflict and madness as time goes on. By Grecian, I suppose I meant more the sort of feel I think we should go for more than anything, again, thank you.
>With the stone and ore set, and the diamonds and gemstones scattered about, the Firstborns continued to plan and work on how to best create their world.
>Yet while many of the children were patient and willing to take their time with the world, others were not.
>Jin, the 5th son, not wanting the tiresome task of cutting the land and making room for the oceans, challenged his younger brother Ruk, the 8th son, to a battle.
>The winner of the battle would throw all of their duties onto the loser.
>They fought outside of the bowl, using every dirty trick they could imagine to get the upper hand over the other.
>After many years, Ruk pinned his older brother to the ground after tripping him, and proclaimed that he was the victor.
>Furious, Jin shoved his hand into Ruk's mouth, and pulled out his tongue, flinging it to the world below.
>The tongue slammed into the dirt, and quickly fell apart into worms, bugs, and vermin, which dug deep into the ground.
>The first creatures of the world were made, and Ruk was now mute.
>Jin marched down to the world to continue the menial labor that was originally given to him, and take on the new duties that were given to Ruk, but the hate between these two brothers had only begun to rage.
> The foundation of the world had been laid, yes, but as then, the bowl's contents were exposed to the whole of the cosmos.
> Deeming this unfitting, Orton instructed his children to fashion a covering for the bowl, that the cosmos might remain separate from the bowl, and the bowl, separate from the cosmos.
> Begrudgingly, Jin began Ruk's task of forging the heavens, and began to stitch a covering from the cosmos, diligently attempting to undergo his task with the finest craftsmanship.
> Regrettably, Jin's expertise lied in the forming and shaping of the clay and sand of the world, and so his hands were unsuited to the task of weaving the winds to bind the bowl.
> Because of this, the stitchwork of the covering was impure and thus, inferior to the works of the other Firstborn.
> Enraged by the failure of Jin and ripping of his tongue, Ruk fashioned a blade from the shards of the sundering, piecing it together with pure wind and smelting it to unison in sheer fury; So it was the first forged blade came into the world.
> Thus equipped with the first blade, Ruk struck Jin from behind in a fell swoop, cleaving his skull asunder in a fit of wrathful hate.
> Jin, being of the Firstborn, did not die immediately, but rather screamed in pain, drawing the notice of his kin, upon seeing Ruk stand triumphant over Jin's cloven skull, the Firstborn rushed to Jin's aid, forcing Ruk's blade from his hand, and smote him with the combined light of the stars themselves, blinding him.
> Ruk, though blinded and mute, was still of the Firstborn, filled with rage, and guilty of attempted fratricide, his siblings and father decided that he could not be allowed to go free, lest this happen again.
> (1/2)
> Thus, Orton took the first blade and shattered it into a thousand thousand pieces, taking these pieces, Orton forged a multitude of unbreakable chains, and binding Ruk with them, he fastened the 8th son to the covering his Jin had stitched, that Ruk would bare the weight of all things upon his back, and remain shackled above the world until the Void came to wake.
> Then, taking the chains, Orton fastened them to the edges of the bowl and beyond, hooking them into the deepest crevices of the cosmos, that Ruk might never break free or know an end to his pain.
> Jin, though alive, his skull has been shattered into a multitude of pieces, such that he could never recover.
> His sister, Nynye the 7th, saw the pain of her brother and took pity on him, taking a wicker basket, went to gather as many shards of Jin's skull as could be found.
> Finally, upon gathering as many of Jin's skull fragments as could be found, Nynye pieced them back together over what remained of Jin's shattered face.
> Upon piecing him back as well as could be done, she took up a sewing needle and ran a cord of pure star-light through each skull fragment and the ruin of Jin's face, eventually stiching it back together.
> Though his face was forever ruined, achingly tight, and painful, his life had been restored to him, and for that, Jin Jim was forever grateful to Nynye.
> Nynye looked upon the gratitude in Jin's eyes, and found herself drawn into a deep and ensuring love for him, in spite of, or because of his flaws, it cannot be known.
> So it was that Ruk the Shackled, Jin the Broken, and Nynye the Healer earned their names.
> (2/2)
> *deep and enduring
>Ruk the Shackled, now blind and mute, was left with only rage and darkness.
>Blind and mute, all he could see was the blackness, and he no longer could form the words to call out to anyone.
>Utterly alone, betrayed by his brothers, sisters, and his own father, Ruk would surely fall to madness.
>That was until he saw something with in the shadows that had replaced his sight.
>It was the face of his littlest brother Yzad, a face he had nearly forgotten ages ago.
>Yzad, master of darkness and shadows, could manipulate the nothingness that Ruk could see, and spoke to him through it.
>And as Yzad was the only Firstborn who did not stand against him, Ruk listened.
>Yzad promised Ruk that Orton and all who served him would be eaten once the world was complete and the Void was awoken.
>The Lone One offered Ruk an opportunity to serve this great plan, but only if Ruk promised to struggle against the chains that bound him as much as possible. For if Ruk did this, he would be strong enough to one day shatter the chains, and with them, collapse the sky and shake the world, making the destruction of the Firstborn all the more certain.
>The deal was struck. And Ruk shook and struggled as much as he could.
>When the upper chains rattled, their sound boomed and cracked across the sky, and the links slammed together sparking out lightning as they did.
>When the lower chains rattled, the very world itself would shake and shift, quaking the earth.
>Ruk was now weak, and could not keep this up indefinitely. But every time he regained his strength, he would shake again, hoping one day that the chains would break and he would join Yzad in conquering his family.
I'd love to join in on this sort of thing, but I prefer working with lower-ranked gods than the Firstborn, as well as working with humans.
Is the end result supposed to be a fantasy world, or is this meant to be a mythology that could exist in the real world?
Not OP, I assume he's passed out, so I can't tell if he wants to make this for a fantasy setting, a realistic thing, or if this is just its own self contained shtick for fun, but there's nothing to say you can't start dicking around with mortal or second born or whatever. You'll just have to dabble a bit with a few Firstborn to get those things made.
Following up:
Y'know, if anything, this feels less like Greek and more Norse or Tolkien.
Chaos begat Gaia, who had Uranus, Pontus, and Ourea as kids, and had kids by them - the relevant ones for simplicity's sake being the Titans by Uranus, and the youngest Cronus. Uranus hid some of Gaia's uglier children, so Gaia had Cronus chase out his father, took his sister Rhea for a wife, and ruled as King. Except he became a dick like his father was and ate his kids, so when Zeus was born Rhea hid him away instead.
Zeus grew up, freed his siblings from his father's stomach, then engaged in the war to overthrow the Titans, and upon winning, imprisoned a bunch with pissed off his grandmother Gaia that she bore new beasts, the greatest of which Zeus defeated and made amends with Gaia.
As far as Greek mythology got, Zeus wasn't as big a dick as Cronus was, and seemed to treat his kids fairly.
This mythology? The only thing that's missing is Yzad convincing Jin that his work on cutting the oceans was beneath him and that Ruk should do it, and Yzad is Loki or Melchoir. Whereas Atkin is Baldr, the next in line for the throne and the "Goodest" child. The only thing is that Orton is less a Greek Mythology Father God, and reads to me more like the Warhammer 40K Emperor.
Honestly, if you wanted to make a collaborative mythology, I would have started with the "current" court of the gods - how many "Major" ones, then detail their King or Chief, and leave the rest for other people to fill out and define. After some of the characters are defined, then go into what sort of world creation myth. If it's Greek you want, then the Firstborn would rebel against one or both of their parents as the equivalent of the Titans, but then be overthrown in turn by the next (and current) generation.
Well, might as well dick around.
So there's 12 Firstborn.
1. Atkin (Light, made stone and metal)
2.
3.
4.
5. Jin the Broken (Dick, cut land for oceans and built imperfect sky)
6.
7. Nynye the Healer (healed Jin, in love with the dick)
8. Ruk the Shackled (Mutilated by Jin, tried to kill the dick, blinded, cause of Thunder and Earthquakes)
9.
10.
11. Vivi, created gemstones from her blood
12. Yzad (Darkness, Corruption, totes not Loki)
The world currently has an imperfect sky, no oceans but land cut for them, and worms, bugs, and "vermin".
There are 6 "Firstborn" remaining, with water, plants, animals, and man left to create on the world.
Suggestion: Yzad convinces the Firstborn to turn on each other and Orton, planning to ring his bell and awaken the Void as they're all fighting, but is made unable to do so for some reason. My preference is that Vivi refuses to leave Creation and Yzad cannot bring himself to ring the bell.
In the ensuing kinslaying, Orton departs and seals the world, several Firstborn are dead, their bodies a part of the world. The remaining Firstborn uneasily patch things up and each takes a portion of the world to form their own kingdoms.
Trying to work it out where Yzad could still ring the bell, but won't until Vivi decides there's nothing worth saving in the world. So Yzad remains in the shadows and tries to manipulate things so Vivi will end up thinking it's better off to try busting through the seals rather than stick around.
It fell to the 6th Firstborn Wedra to form the seas. Tempermental, switching from calm and placid to stormy and furious in an instant, Wedra's water followed his temperment, with the seas he created while calm were placid waters, while the seas he created while angry were stormy and rough.
>Bodies making up the world
>Yzad can't ring the bell because his sister/waifu is still there.
>Good old god fights
I like it a lot.
I've seen this posted before, and relatively often. Do you just lurk the Greek Myth threads, user?
Suggestion: The first non-god beings put on this world are bugs and other undesirable things. What if mankind's creation is somehow linked to the bugs and worms? Make humanity some kinda lowly species. Make getting the gods' approval a big thing since humanity is so puny.
The 9th Firstborn Bhel found the bare stone of the world to be boring, but noticed that Wedra's water had softened it in places, forming soil.
Here and there, she experimented with plants, starting first with simple grasses and ferns, before exploring wildly the possibilities, sowing the seeds and spores across the world. Soon the bare stone was mainly covered in green.
A special spot was chosen by Bhel to be her garden, and is where she poured her sweat and blood into her work, creating fantasical plants, and blooming flowers whose dazzling colors soon drew the attention of the other female Firstborn.
In her garden, she took one request from each female Firstborn.
Nynye requested an herb that could be used to reduce pain and swelling, and so Bhel created khailoweed, that could grow in almost any terrain of the world.
Vivi, thinking of her brother, requested a dark flower, and so Bhel first created Nightshade, but frowned as it was deadly, but Vivi was caught with it's beauty and bade Bhel to keep it.
For her service, Bhel was now called the Lifebloomer.
Well, my thoughts included:
1. One of the Firstborn who die in the Kinstrife has his or her blood spray across the world, and the creatures who get hit with the blood become humanoids.
2. The post-Kinstrife Firstborn and their children create all the races and choose their own to take as a patron, humans are rejected by most due to not performing tests done by the gods as well as any specialist race, but impress a very minor God. I've actually got a setting where the humans learn a thing from each of the other gods and end up using their wide but not deep knowledge to impress the God of Music, who had sat out of the trials because he didn't want the responsibility.
Of the two options there, probably #1 works best for the setting, and... the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of humans coming from some sort of adaptable vermin. It gives a reason for the Gods and the other races to have their disdain for humanity.
For the fun of it let's make them kin to Goblins, maybe the first Goblins dind't get as much of the Firstborn Blood as the first Humans did.
I guess so? Can't say if all the times you saw were me. After seeing that certain OPs asked for the same thing regularly, I decided to organize what I had about it. All stuff researched for my homebrew setting, like:
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>Real Life European Dual Sword Wielding
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>Sources about cavarly warfare and related topics
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>African Fantasy Tips
You could crib the "maggot" aspect of norse dwarfs, feeding on the body of Ymir. I suggest that certain maggots (beetles and ants work too) ate something like the heart or brain and acquired some measure of power, becoming humans. The races could have a common mythology in which each one fed upon a specific part and thus acquired their respective traits.
Dheusom was the 10th Firstborn, and was called the Beastfather. After Bhel created plants, she asked her brother to create something to help the flowers pollinate. Taking some of the vermin, Dheusom modified some to fly, creating the first flying insects - but they were too many!
So then he made the first birds, but then they got everywhere.
You see where this is going.
Every time a Firstborn came to him with a problem, Dheusom's first impulse was to create a new creature to solve it. He assisted Wedra with making shellfish, then fish, then all the beasts that Wedra wanted no matter how strange or weird, in exchange for keeping the water on land fresh rather than salty.
He and Bhel joined hands together and coupled; their eldest was Wlykos, a brash man who enjoyed a fight and took after his father, and their youngest was Kas, white-haired from birth, who shied away from confrontation and preferred to tend to the plants of his mother.
>You could crib the "maggot" aspect of norse dwarfs, feeding on the body of Ymir. I suggest that certain maggots (beetles and ants work too) ate something like the heart or brain and acquired some measure of power, becoming humans. The races could have a common mythology in which each one fed upon a specific part and thus acquired their respective traits.
I think that works better than the "Blood sprayed EVERYWHERE" I was thinking of. I think I still like the idea of the blood spraying being a major thing, sowing magical power across the land, but animals eating the fallen Firstborn sounds better.
Well, I was hoping others would step forward, but my shift at work is ending so I won't be around. A hopeful bump that someone else might take it over from here.
If it's only pseudo Grecian, then really you have to decide what to trash and what to keep, especially if you are going off of one user's "feel" of what is quintessentially Grecian.
I was thinking the lower-ranked Gods would come with successive generations, with each generation being progressively weaker, until they're essentially minor nature spirits.
> 1st Generation: Orton and the Void
> 2nd Generation: The Firstborn
> 3rd Generation: Ancient Gods
> 4th Generation: Elder Gods
> 5th Generation: Greater Gods
> 6th Generation: Lesser Gods
> 7th Generation: Godlings
> 8th Generation: Greater Spirits
> 9th Generation: Lesser Spirits
> 10th Generation: Lesser Spirits all the way down
> When Wedra had finished his works, he looked upon the whole of the world his kin had brought into being, finding it dry and noisy, he went to the bottom of the sea's deepest waters and there, built himself what was to the Firstborn, the humblest of abodes, but to those who were to come, the greatest of palaces.
> Thus content to remain in his abode in the serenity of the empty sea, Wedra felt a tiredness come over him, and he slept for a long while.
> Dheusom, after bringing a great many earthly creatures to life, found Wedra's seas to be lacking, and, resolving to do his brother a favor, urged Bhel to aid him in bringing life to the seas.
> Bhel, seeing the possibilities within the watery depths, agreed, and resolved to aid Dheusom in bringing life to the seas to the best of her ability, for without her vegetative sustenance, Dheusom's beasts could never establish themselves.
> Thus, Bhel went to her eldest brother Akin, who was busy sculpting a mountain with his fists, taking his muscled shoulder in hand, caught his attention, and sweetly, asked a favor of him.
> Akin, always happy to oblige a sibling, agreed to help after a mere moment's deliberation, asking what Bhel might have need of.
> Bhel, with a hushed voice, asked Akin to give her the softest of the stones he had brought into being, that she might create a new plant, unlike any before.
> Akin, though reluctant to give up his work, agreed after a minute of Bhel's silken tongue's pleading, and, cutting out the soft stone of the base of the mountain, gifted it to his sister.
> Thus granted her desire, Bhel thanked Akin and vowed to return the favor in the future; Thus equipped, she went to the edge of the ocean, and began her work.
> (1/3)
> Clutching the stone in hand, she squeezed them and placed them into the waters, upon receiving the water's touch, the stone shifted and changed, reaching an odd middle between plant and rock.
> Bhel, happy with this, tossed the new things across the ocean as far and wide as she could throw, the greatest portion of the new things landed near to the coast and the surface of the waters, but some few landed farther and deeper than the others.
> Soon, Bhel's work had established itself, forming a great many intricate, beautiful reefs; Thus finished, she gazed upon her work and dubbed the new things coral, after the noise the heaviest had made when it plopped into the waters.
> Dheusom, upon witnessing the corals, decided the time was fitting to fashion a new sort of creature to dwell among the coral, taking a handful of weeds and a handful of vermin, he crushed them together and shaped them into a sort of finned tube.
> The Beastmaster continued his work for a long while, until he amassed a vast multitude of finned tubes; Upon finishing the last of these tubes, Dheusom breathed upon each, granting them life and color, before tossing them into the seas, that they might flourish beneath the waves.
> Dheusom dubbed his new creatures to be fish, after the noise each had made sliding into the waters.
> The Beastmaster and Lifebloomer were happy with their work, and believed Wedra would be escatisc to witness what they had done.
> Going to the bottom of the ocean's deepest waters, they found Wedra's opulent palace, and, remarking on its humbling austerity, shouted out to awaken their brother.
> Wedra, awakening much too early, was irritated, and at the sound of the ocean's new plant and animal life, was incensed, upon leaving his palace and witnessing the way his siblings had forever marred the peace of his waters, was driven into a dark and terrible rage.
> (2/3)
> Taking up a hooked staff, originally fashioned to carve the stones of his palace, Wedra wrathfully smote his brother's face, digging deeply into his right eye, and scowling, wrenched it out.
> Dheusom , shocked, collapsed into agonized, catonic stupor, and Bhel, horrified at what Wedra had done, fell to her knees and begged him to have mercy on both of them.
> Wedra, still blinded with incensed rage, cast his hooked staff aside and glared upon Bhel's face; Were the strings of fate merciful, it might have ended there, but alas, they were not.
> Yzad, witnessing Wedra's fury, caused the darkness of the depths to overwhelm his mind, casting any thought of mercy aside, exchanging them for a thirst for venegence.
> Thus blinded, Wedra gazed upon Bhel and stated that she must pay for rending his waters asunder without his consent, Dheusom had lost his eye, thus was a fitting trade and he owed no more, but Bhel, having lost nothing, must pay as well.
> Wedra gazed upon Bhel's soft, pleading face and deemed it too beautiful to mar, likewise, even in his fury, he found the thought of marring her shapely form abhorrent.
> Wedra, in a bout of reasoning urged by Yzad's darkness, deemed that if he could not harm her body to pay his debt, he would simply take her body to pay his debt.
> Thus he came onto Bhel, and despite her frantic resistance, the master of the depths could not be denied; Forcing her to submit, Wedra forced himself into her, ravaging her deeply and thoroughly to his heart's content.
> Upon finishing his vile act, Wedra cast Bhel to the sands, and, spitting upon her, deemed Bhel's debt to be payed, and returning to his abode, fell asleep once again.
> (3/3)
> > For a great many years Bhel laid in shock at her brutalization, and in her fertile womb, Wedra's seed found root; Suddenly grimacing in pain, she shuddered and, in a twisted facsimile of the first birth, gave birth to a great multitude of inky twisted creatures, each filled with their father's hate for all things but the ocean deep.
> Swarming and striking her, the newborns forced their mother to take up Dheusom and flee to the surface, never to return to the depths.
> So it was that the first coral, fish, and cephalopods came into being; So it was that Wedra earned the name Defiler, and Dheusom, the name One-Eye.
> So it was that Yzad's plan came closer to fruition.
> (4/3)
> Upon escaping the seas, Dheusom in hand, Bhel fled to the mountain of Akin as swiftly as her feet could carry her, and upon reaching him, collapsed, and weepingly him of what had come to pass.
> Upon hearing the tale of Wedra's assault, Bhel's birth of abominations, and the loss of Dheusom's eye, Akin found himself overcome by righteous fury, and, shattering the mountain in his rage, vowed to avenge both Bhel and Dheusom.
> Akin cried out in a voice that reverberated through the earth itself, and each god that was able answered his cry, save Yzad and Wedra.
> He told each of them what had been done, and of his vow to avenge both Bhel and Dheusom, urging his siblings to take up arms and join him in his efforts.
> Of the gods, only Jin the Broken and Wlykos the Brawny answered his call, Orton, though furious, could not bring himself to slay another son, the other gods were either unwilling to fight or did not believe themselves strong enough.
> And so, the three began to arm themselves with the finest blades and stoutest armors they could forge, and prepared themselves to delve the deep.
> Meanwhile, Nynye, Vivi, and Kas devoted themselves to gathering as many khailoweeds and mystic herbs as could be found, and began to brew a divine poultice such as had never before been seen, hopefully one strong enough to dispell the comatose Beastmaster's pain and awaken Dheusom.
Sounds breddy gud if you ask me.
Subtle bump so this thread's still up by the time I get back from work.
Bumping to keep the thread up while I write.
> In the time just after the shackling of Ruk and just before the defilement of Bhel, Tyonil, daughter and 2nd child of Orton, wandered across the world, trodding upon the vegetation with naked feet.
> In her wanderings, Tyonil witnessed a great many wonders, from Akin's towering peaks to Bhel's sprawling jungles, filled with all manner of creature, large and small, she found it beautiful beyond compare, but felt something to be lacking, the spark of creation within the cosmos was absent within the world, save from what little emanated from the aura of Orton and the Firstborn.
> Resolving to remedy this perceived lack of substance, Tyonil decided to bring the light of the stars to the world, that all of creation's creatures might make use of their power and in the future, further themselves and their people.
> Entering the cosmos, Tyonil bathed in the light of the stars for seven cycles of time, (for the sun had not yet come into being), and upon the completion of her cosmic bath, she returned to the world, shining with an unearthly radiance.
> Thus bestowed with cosmic power, Tyonil spread the light across the skies, intertwine and intermingle with the chains of Ruk, forming a vast and intricate web of light in the heavens, patterned in such a way some portion of the star's light was drawn into the web, restoring and replenishing its power.
> Wielding her power, Tyonil shaped the light of the web such that its power weakened to a fraction of the light of the cosmos, which none save the mightiest of beings could hope to hold, let alone bring forth into form, to ensure those who attempted to wield the web's light in the future were not consumed by it.
> Furthermore, Tyonil shaped the light that it would not shine white upon being drawn from the heavens, but rather, a multitude of shades ranging from the faintest of blues to the boldest of golds, in accordance with the power of those wielding it.
> So it was that the light of Tyonil's web came into being.
Is this thread dead?
If its alive when I get home, and I'm not drunk as a skunk, I'll do some more work.
Noice, I'm liking the direction this is going, but I can't think of an interesting way to resolve the Wedra plotline that doesn't close off the too many narrative possibilities. I'll likely have something by tomorrow, if not earlier.
> When Tyonil heard Akin's call to arms, she refused to accompany the warriors, fearing that in her absence, the chain web would fall apart and her efforts would be for not.
> Despite her lack of participation in the quest to slay Wedra and heal Dheusom, Tyonil aided them to the best of her ability, engraving and enchanting a great many runes, as powerful as the web could make them, upon the vigilante's weapons and armors that they might overcome Wedra.
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So I passed out for about 8 hours when I got home instead of doing anything.
Resolving the plotline is easy enough, it just requires some backstory, some buildup, and the Kinstrife War.
We need a smith character - he made tools and such for everyone to use, but was forced by Akin, Jin, and Wlykos to make weapons for them to use.
Seething in rage, he heard the whispers of Yzad, and made cruel weapons and armor for Wedra, Yzad, and himself.
We could probably fill out the last of the 12 Firstborn with another who would take up arms in defense of Wedra. His arguement (courtesy of Yzad) would have been that Dheusom and Bhel had imposed upon Wedra's work without permission, and suffered the consequences.
>Going to the bottom of the ocean's deepest waters, they found Wedra's opulent palace, and, remarking on its humbling austerity, shouted out to awaken their brother.
Let's alter this a bit: While Wedra slept, Yzad spoke to him in his sleep, laying down the thoughts of the perfection of stark quiet simplicity of the waters and sea, as opposed to the noise of the land. Wedra would have dreamed that undersea could be a place of quiet meditation away from the workings of the world.
Thus explaining his rage when rudely awoken by Bhel and Dheusom.
What was Tyonil's request of Bhel? I'd guess a fruit growing tree, the potigranite, that has a bit of the power of Tyonil's Web in it.
Also: Who dies in the Kinstrife? I'd suggest Tyonil accidentally dies (A miscast spear that would have damaged her web, and she dodged in front of it), as well as Jin and Akin. On the other side, the Smith and Wedra.
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