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[colour=black][i][b]The Timeless One, The Celestial Above, Vicegerent of Fate, Guardian of the Timeline, Master of Creation, Lord of Time[/b][/i]
Level 3 God of Creation (Time)
1 Might 1 Freepoint

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[hider=Summary]Vowzra freezes Time
He opens a Whirlpool of Space and Time (1 Might consumed) 
Time flows again
The Whirlpool opens up and sucks Perfectus (the moon) into it
Vowzra says something cryptic and wise[/hider][/centre]

[colour=black][centre][u][b]Vowzra's Moment[/b][/u][/centre][/colour]

As Perfectus hurtled towards Galbar, the Lord of Time watched. This was a moment for him. That very moment was Fated to be his. Not the moment before and not the moment after, but [i]that[/i] moment.
Perfectus was utterly still. The other moons froze in their orbit and far off pulsars stopped mid-pulse. Galbar span no more and the winds halted in their tracks. The pink mists hovered in place, utterly without motion, and the grasses and trees stopped their growth and the very moisture within them flowed neither up nor down.

Rays from Galbar's distant star were immobilised and were stuck forever in Vowzra's moment, forever moving, yet still within that moment; forever in the process of moving from the previous moment to the next moment, but stuck in the moment in-between.

Up in the branches of the Deepwood's tallest trees, a cowardly Marble-eyed Gargoyle stood shrieking his terror as he attempted to flee the coming of the moon, his fear and cowardice immortalised in that moment of Vowzra's. In contrast, a hive of Stripe-faced Aphids further down the same trees were frozen in the same moment, one of them halfway through putting up another branch before the entrance to their hive - the entire community was frozen in their moment of preparation for the coming apocalypse. Their moment of futile hope was immortalised also in Vowzra's moment. And the White Giants all over Galbar who stood still, their blind faces raised towards the sky. Was it curiosity that froze them there before Vowzra's moment? And would curiosity continue to freeze them once the moment was done?

The creatures of the Deformed Sea, perhaps due to their unnatural source, were unperturbed by the destruction descending from the heavens. They continued as they had done before - here was one feeding on another, and here was another fleeing a potential predator, and there was one taking its prescribed sleep. They were not creatures with enough mind to understand that it was doom that descended upon them. Perhaps that was the vital difference between Life's creations and the creations of the Deformed Flesh.

As it were, Fate and the Timeline willed that this happening was not to be, and Vowzra had willed likewise - for he was the manifestation of their Will, Vicegerent of one and Guardian of the other. With that, he emerged from the Fabric of Creation and looked with his voids for eyes upon Perfectus, and he Saw the purpose of this celestial object. The Cloud of the Mind had not known it when she created it, but this one would have purpose.

The Lord of Time raised an arm and pointed a wooden finger at the moon. At its tip there whirled a small black Whirlpool of Space and Time. The Whirlpool grew slightly and Vowzra released it from his fingertip before floating away from it and disappearing into the Fabric of Creation.

Then the moment was over.

Immediately, Perfectus began moving once more and the flow of Time returned to the Universe. But where before the moment there had been no Whirlpool, now there was. Within seconds the thing expanded to enormous proportions and a horrific, otherworldly shriek sounded through the vacuum of space. It was heard by all. An enormous purple tentacle slowly emerged from the Whirlpool, and the shriek sounded once more - this time accompanied by incessant clicking.

But before whatever horror existed beyond the Whirlpool, in The Gap, could emerge into the Universe, the great celestial body of Perfectus sealed the Whirlpool in its entirety. The moon was sucked into the Whirlpool and disappeared from Galbar's skies. Behind it the Whirlpool closed and one last, unnatural screech was heard before it was heard no more.

Then Vowzra's voice sounded in the minds of all the other gods, an infinite number of voices beginning and ending at different moments, but each voice was clear and could be made out from the others.
[centre][color=black][i]'We have taken it, and we shall return it, and we shall return it another. Thus was it Fated, So Shall it Be.'[/i][/color][/centre]