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[h2][b] Of the Mind and Chaos, Part 2: The Birth of a God. [/b][/h2]
 
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[color=violet]Vulamera, Goddess of the Mind: 6.5 MP, 4 FP[/color]

[color=darkred]Vestec, God of Chaos: 6.5 MP, 3 FP[/color]

[color=gold]Zephyrion, Supreme Being and Asshole of Change: 10 MP, 2 FP[/color]

[color=orange]Lifprasil, Demigod of Emotion.[/color]

[color=fff79a]Niciel, Goddess of Light[/color]
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Flawlessly Collaborated by [@Poog the Pig], [@Hael], [@Rtron], [@Cyclone], and [@Scarifar]

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Within the confines of the womb of a god, rests the balled up form of what appears to be subjective nothingness - a conundrum of thought conforming to the instance of Emotion as it had been currently stolen from Vestec; and sentient life.

"Prosit." thinks the being of emotional immaturity. 

What does it mean? This word. 

In fact, what is a word? This entity, this fetus, dabbles into something quartered off by his mother, of whom is about to destroy him - it. Gazing into the Codex of Creation, as it had been called since the beginning, the stewing demigod finds something else linked to 'word', it finds 'name'. 

Name. Word. 

These dualities float around within the mind of the sproutling until it comes to an ultimatum, studying the base of linguistics, as dictated by creation itself. It would need a name if it were to establish itself in this universe, more or less find the self-identity to survive. 

With a now humanoid hand, straining with human musculature, and gnawing into atmosphere with human fingertips, it reaches out to stop its would-be abortion from existence. When the attack resonates with his divine palm, Lifprasil speaks: 

"Prosit."

For the newly antiquitated godling, Lifprasil would use this word as a greeting of good faith - a toast. This to fate, and his mother's unbeknownst wrathful nature towards himself. 

Lifprasil intertwines hand in hand with Vulamera, gripping to her strike with fervor as he hoists himself from the pit of a God's stomach. The newly born feels some semblance of a profound sadness as the harsh winds of Galbar beset him. 

Standing from the mangled stomach of Vulamera is the first, the very first Demi-God on the face of this flotilla upon smoke and mirrors, this dimension wrenched within a void of alternatives and branching paths. 

"Thank you, Mother, Father, and the divine sky I stand under." Lifprasil prenounciates. 

From his mouth isn't the wisps and tongues that the Gods debate and quarrel in, but the vocalization of man. Covered in the shimmering blood of a remorseful god, Lifprasil takes his first two steps into the unusual world he had been unwittingly thrust into. He leaves Vulamera behind - if not for a moment - just to stare into the night sky.

He sees moons, floating satellites bobbing through the rigorously ebbing current of gravity, and behind them, the stars that suffer the same fate. The wonderous structures strewn across the Universe fascinates the childish creation of two parallel gods as he gazes into the well monitored chaos of space. 

Lifprasil turns his gaze from the unearthly manuscript splayed above him, and gazes back to his mother, and the dead ground beneath him. Like a hurricane, the atmosphere of emotion thickens around him, like the coiling reverb of a predator threatening to swallow him whole. 

The sadness bores down on his faceless form even more profoundly than when he had first experienced existence. It was pain, continuous pain. 

Even so, the idea of relapsing into a deathless sleep only disturbed Lifprasil, the more he brooded on the concept. Now, he realized his purpose, feeling the primeval fear, the prehistoric rawness of the lives led by even the least significant sentient being. 

Vulamera had remained in utter silence as what was a fetus only moments ago, without warning, hoisted itself from her stomach. She was shocked. In an instant of an instant, a writhing mass of primordial chaos-thought had been exalted into semi-divinity. In an instant of an instant, it had come from dangling inches away from death to being a demigod of sheer potential.

The Hain, the Chaos Children, even the Rovaick all took their sentience from the well of Vulamera's influence. It had been her touch in the Codex of Creation that allowed self-aware, interlinking organic thought to be elevated from the despondently unintelligent animals of Slough. Sentience was her personal stamp on the Codex of Creation, thus [b]all [/b]sentience owed its existence to the Transcendent Mother's caress. 

Except this one. 

It was clear to her when the Demigod stumbled around the desert that this was no child of her design. The way it moved, the way it spoke, the way it [b]thought[/b]... all was alien. Vulamera's mind swirled up a storm of possible causes for this deviancy in character. At this time, while she fervently wracked her brain for an answer, Vulamera was at long-last exactly who she always intended to be: the wondering scholar. 

The solution came to her one minute, two seconds and 523 milliseconds into her puzzling. It was surprisingly obvious: the being dubbing itself Lifprasil had achieved sentience by intentionally or unintentionally- it mattered not- stealing a fraction of Vulamera's own intellect. Now, had it stopped there, it would have been of Vulamera's mental breed, just as all other truly thinking creations thus far have been. It didn't and it isn't, however. Being a descendant of Vulamera and thus naturally curious, Lifprasil must have wormed its way through her mind, finding the Codex of Creation tucked away. It was then that the words of Amul'Sharar and Fate (which she herself, its mother jealously thought, had never successfully harnessed) must have interacted with the infant some how, granting it the gift of sentience. Therefore, Lifprasil's strange and quick development from fetus to adult did not come from Vulamera, but from Fate and Amul'Sharar themselves, with the Goddess of Curiosity only serving as the match to ignite his intelligence.

[color=violet][i]Amazing,[/i][/color] she mused to herself. [color=violet][i]I wonder if Fate had intended this from the start? It may well be that my offspring is the sole reason I was allowed to carry the Codex with me into this universe. Had it not been here, Lifprasil would not have evolved so suddenly, and I would have cut him to pieces. It is because of the Guardian Amul'Sharar and Fate's words that his life was spared, and it is because of my intelligence that he could understand the need to save himself from me. This is all too convenient to be anything but intelligent design. Fate must have planned this outcome. This outcome, which Vestec, Zephyrion, and myself- perhaps the three most rebellious of all our siblings- had each unknowingly played into. Most impressive.[/i][/color]

Vulamera walked slowly to her newborn son. Kindly, motheringly, she placed her hand on his forehead. [color=violet]"What Vulamera's Mind, Vestec's Corruption, and Fate's Wisdom has put together, let no man nor God tear apart. You are my child. You are Lifprasil. Prosit."[/color] This was her blessing to him, a promise that she would bring him no ill will.

Lifprasil's musings soon end when his mother finds herself gazing unto him, her hand unto his forehead. Still beset by the thoughts and emotion of sentience, Lifprasil crests his hand over his mother's forearm and grips it gently. He lets his head taper to the side, to rest on his shoulder. 

"Thank you for your blessing - mother." Lifprasil states, his voice echoing through the planular death-scape around him. 

His mother nodded solemly in response. She was by no means joyful, but she did radiate a sort of quiet approval of him.

Lifprasil soon begins probing the universe for a form, a shape that can be easily recognized as Emotion, a domain so tiny in comparison to those that spread their twisted malphesles throughout this reality. 

The first creatures that Lifprasil would be made aware of throughout meditation would be the [i]Hain.[/i] He thinks, taking on the form of such, but he finds the perfection of such creatures... Unnerving, their size lacking any intimidation. To Lifprasil, the Hain had the aesthetic fit or an artisan - but not a Demi-God. 

Not a king.

Lifprasil's albeit momentary glance into the fears and hopes of sentient-kind, this universe was migitated by such an array of gods, but it became blaringly obvious by just gazing into such stragevities as the Hain that they had done something wrong.

The answer had not come to Lifprasil, and he knows now that it will not come to him for a while - so he searches more, pressing the thought of this universe's flaw to the back of his mind. 

Strange were the hobbling goblin creatures, but their nature was far too primeval, they were mighty, but their demeanor and physique would be nothing to look up to. Within the same vein as him, Lifprasil gazes amongst the masses that had accompanied his birth; but he found not the shape he looked for within them. He would love them as he would love every sentient creature - but he would not become them. 

Lifprasil searches, a transmission of want throughout the universe for some divine creation to take shape as. 

From some extensive miracle of everything, Lifprasil finds something far away from Galbar, on a yet unnamed planet (in his mind, at least): Humans, as he would call them. 

Each one's unpredictable variety, and their potential for reason amongst feeling becomes Lifprasil's muse to his physique. They're just tall enough, just strong enough, and just thoughtful enough to become representative of his empirical dream. 

In his shape there was duality, but at the same time there wasn't any - just amnesty and honesty. In reference to his mother he would be anything but one-sided in his masculinity and femininity, but both.

The end result is a prophet, musculature sparse but un-needed, without a strong face to confide within - only beauty to be dazzled by. 

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Within the purview of his alcazar Zephyrion had lazed, gazing down upon his lands from afar and observing the journey of Ventus and Slough through the Firewind Resort. With some interest his keen senses had detected Jvan's presence below, but despite his best efforts he had been unable to hear their conversation. A variety of emotions swirled through him; Jvan was one to be respected and he was on good terms with her, yet he still found the idea of another meddling with the affairs of his house to be...distasteful.

These musings ceased when he suddenly sensed Vestec's presence down below, as well as...Vulamera? Vestec was welcome, but Vulamera's trespasses would not be tolerated! Suddenly in a foul mood, it was with no shortage of ire that he left the comforts of his citadel and transformed into a horrific storm. He raged across his desert below and rapidly cascaded onto the scene as a colossal mass of whirling stormclouds and lightning. With his arrival had also come black skies and rolling winds, the parched desert sands now becoming drenched beneath a torrential downpour of rain and vitrified by the wild lightning strikes from above.

But none of that could wash away the sight of burning blood across [i]his[/i] beautiful desert; Vulamera had [i]dared[/i] to debase his creation with the fluids of her wretched body? His hatred for her could only grow until it exceeded all bounds.

[b][color=Gold]"What is this befoulment that you have wrought upon my land, tiny one? Wrath is me!"[/color][/b] he roared, the winds washing over everything below and thundering his words even over the sudden pounding of rain.

Vulamera was not impressed.

Her six wings beat once in unison, launching her fearlessly into Zephyrion's storm. Lightning pulsated the air, charging her metallic flesh with electricity but doing no harm. Those unfathomably deep eyes, each searching a different direction, sought to locate the largest, most boisterously overstated cloud- the Shadow of Revelations predicted that this would be where her enemy had concentrated power.

In only a second, she had found it: the central cloud was puffed up to a towering height. She levitated to it, looked directly into it, then crossed her arms defiantly.

[color=violet]"Wrong."[/color] Her voice was not angry so much as it was disinterested and disappointing, like a teacher explaining something to a dull student for the fiftieth time. [color=violet]"I have met wrath, fought with it one-on-one and still dared to stare into its soul. Its name is Violence, and you are not it. Just like the air you rule, you are vast but empty of meaning. A cloud appears intimidating when looming overhead, but what is it really consistent of? Nothing. A small force could blow it away. And when one such as you is so empty, so idiotic, so honourless... why should I be inclined to respect your territory? You have done nothing to earn my respect, nor my kindness.

"You had but [b]one [/b]reason for coming into this universe: to imbue change into the Codex, which I carry within me. Now that your simple, singular purpose for existing has been completed, you amount to nothing. You are nothing. Just a storm raging without cause, just a child whining when he is not pampered to. Awaken yourself to reality, detestable fool! [b]You are meaningless![/b]"[/color]

Lifprasil, once the astral battle had begun on the surface of a planet, has little to no time to further prod and search into the universe he had been thrust into before Zephyrion makes his volatile approach. 

The winds that had been just hoarse whispers before became impudent screams, gripping Lifprasil, and hoisting him into the heart of the storm. Although, hoist would be used lightly in such a situation. Lifprasil was thrown, rather, like a ball he sailed through the air in a jagged coordinate, from place to place he would be flown, each twist and turn in the air further ruining his new body.

In silence he contemplates, looking back through his already eventful memories to find one more thing about his nature - he can fly. 

With a sudden exhale, Lifprasil releases all the air in his lungs, and his arms and legs steady themselves with his body. Now, the wind could not bully him, with some evidence of strain, Lifprasil lifts himself into the air; the length of his hair flurries behind him, his tumbulous nature helping him navigate the storm. 

With this newfound power, Lifprasil confides in observation, rather than engagement. 

Vulamera's petulant prattling annoyed Zephyrion, but he allowed her to remain in his face for the duration of her spiel. All the while, those two massive  balls of lightning that we his eyes cast a withering gaze at her, illuminating the dark and stormy sky as brightly as any sun might have. A portion of the duration he had spent simply looking at her funny little form; it seemed ever so fragile, prone to [i]violent[/i] and destructive forms of Change. The talk of her confrontation of 'Violence' went entirely unheard. When she was done, there was finally a horrific boom that shook the sky. It slowly subsided, but before its last echoes were gone, there was another. And another. Zephyrion was laughing.

[b][color=Gold]"Meaningless? What use is a foolish goddess that claims wisdom as herself? I do not have to suffer you!"[/color][/b]

Bearing down the entirety of his weight and that of the sky itself, like lightning an unyielding force slammed down to cast her back to ground where the rest of the wretched creatures dwelled. She would address him from below, looking upwards, as befit vermin of her station.

Vulamera allowed it, making no attempts to resist. However, she was not slammed down as her adversary had willed, but to the contrary, she dispersed on the way. Her physical form turned to dust, then blew away in Zephryion's wind. The Goddess existed once more as a Cloud of Mind, totally psionic and making no impression on the world.

Remaining in this "form", she stretched herself outwards- expanding much as Storm Incarnate does- to encompass the bodies of Vestec, Lifprasil, and Zephyrion. It would not be apt to describe them as being within her, for she is not physically present and thus nothing can be without or within her, but it may be accurate to say that her influence had come to include their minds as well. She could sense small snaps of their thoughts, and she felt within Zephyrion a worrying urge to destroy.

[color=violet]"Zephyrion, comprehend this: any attempt to attack me will be largely wasted. It is no easy task to harm something that does not technically exist, and I will flee the moment you injure me. I have no shame in this, for combat is unwise by nature."[/color] She fully meant what she said, for her brief skirmish with Violence had reinforced that which she already suspected about battles: they were as wasteful as Zephyrion.

Bemused by how she had cowered and shed her physical form for fear of being torn asunder, the First Gale bellowed, [b][color=Gold]"Like swatting insects!"[/color][/b] Zephyrion laughed even harder this time, enough to shake the ground below. Regardless, he wasn't concerned in the slightest about those on the ground below; Vulamera had garnered his full attention.

[color=Gold][b]"Ruminate upon this: [i]I[/i] am a Supreme Being and [i]I[/i] made the most important contribution to this world. Indeed, it was I that imparted everything of true important that Codex that you greedily clutch onto even now. Logos' arbitrary rules of physics, your supposed 'intellect' and 'order', even the finer things such as beauty: all of it is but glamor atop the foundation I wrought! There is nothing and would have been nothing if not for Change, and [i]I[/i] am Change! [i]I[/i] am everything!

So, how do you propose to challenge [i]me[/i]? You do seem intent on provoking my ire, for why else do you insult my senses with your lingering presence? Why else might you trespass upon my land here and seek to subvert my dominion of Change to your worthless designs? Clearly you seek your own destruction, little insect. I will eagerly oblige!"[/b][/color]

She had no hands to hold up, so instead she sent him a mental signal that could be roughly translated into "Stop!"

[color=violet]"Subvert your dominion of Change? Zephyrion, think for a moment over what I have spoken: I clearly do not value Change as you do, and so why would I seek to usurp your rule of it? You may have Change. I only invaded your desert out of necessity. I-"[/color] She stopped short. How could she ever hope to explain her predicament to one such as him? Would he understand the complexities of delving into Vestec's mind, or why she had to remove the Chaos from herself at that exact moment? Perhaps there was a way.

She concentrated together the memories of Chaos surging through her, the emotions of fear and desperation she felt at that time, the intellectual comprehension that she would be forever cursed with Chaos- an element not her own- if she did not create something out of that element to rid herself of it. Then, she sent all of it to Zephyrion's mind. In essence, she caused him, for at least a moment, to see this all from her perspective, so that he would finally understand why she had no choice but to upset his desert with her species and power.

With her lapse in speech, Zephyrion anticipated an attack, and so he braced for it. When her memories and thoughts came rushing forward like the tidal wave, he steeled himself and almost unconsciously rejected it all. Like the waves that boomed helplessly against a mighty fjord, he blocked out her intrusion.

In spite of all his attempts, a small thought steeled its way through his best attempts and penetrated into the depths of his mind. He saw...blood? And a battle? That said enough about Vulamera's intentions; he would not allow her evil machinations to drive him insane!

[b][color=Gold]"Your attempts to invade my mind will be repelled! I will stand for your transgressions NO LONGER!"[/color][/b]

Immaterial spears of energy manifested, and like needles Zephyrion tried to drive them into the very essence of Vulamera himself. He prodded through the air, finding her presence everywhere and nearly as suffocating as the air itself, so he gouged at it all and swung his needles wildly. He too was just a being of energy, after all; shedding her flesh would offer respite, but not safety!

A scream of pain echoed from every direction. It sounded like a screeching woman, but it slowly grew in volume while dropping in pitch.

If she had lips, Vulamera would have smirked to herself. The spears were incredibly painful, but she had no body- no reason to require vocalizing her agony. She knew that Zephyrion would find a special joy in believing that he had hurt her, leading him to listen closely to the screams. Then, as he allowed the lamentations to fill his hearing, she would transform them into the buzzing, droning sound that gave her access to other God's minds. She had done it with Vakarlon, she had done it with Vestec, and now she would do it to Zephyrion.

Practically without warning, the scream dropped into an insectoid buzz. Then, while Zephyrion was distracted by the sound, she attempted again to implant her memories, emotions, and understanding into him once again. She left out any valuable information about Vestec's mind, of course, but her enemy would recieve enough data to comprehend why Vulamera had no choice in what she did.

With an utterly exhausting push, Vulamera stabbed her concentrated force of thought into Zephyrion's mind, barreling past barriers with as much skill as she was able.

Vulamer'a screams were gratifying, but her continued presence was not. What would it take to drive his accursed sister away or kill her? Harder and more wildly he jabbed with the needles of energy, merely annoyed at the incessant drone that she projected into his mind. If that was her best attempt at retaliation, she would find herself hopelessly overpowered. Then she was suddenly attempting to enter his mind again, only this time it would seem that she was trying much harder. This was not going according to plan!

Struggling with all the mental concentration he could muster being used to beat back at Vulamera, Zephyrion was unable to think, unable to even enunciate words or think of what he might have said if he could. Fortunately, he needed no words to communicate his thoughts; if Vulamera couldn't directly sense that he wanted her to get out, she would feel his attempts to force her to do as much. They were brute, tremendous shoves, like the pounding of a hammer.

Even faced with his efforts, through Vulamera's determination and overwhelmingly stronger power over the mind, she did manage to impart the memories this time as she had sought to do. Each one was violently inserted into his mind, and each time he retched and choked as if he was some sort of lowly beast being forcibly fed mud. At last, with one final mental heave he banishes Vulamera from his mind. Were he a mortal he might have been struck insane, left with a pounding head, or worse, but with his divine powers he recovered quickly. What took slightly longer were his attempts to process all of that information that had been forced upon him.

He quickly replayed the story in his mind, narrating to himself Vulamera's actions in all their foolishness. She did not seem intent on assaulting him once more nor on fleeing, so there was a short pause in their quarrel while he booded over what he had just learned. The apparent insanity of Vestec made him question his dealings with that god of chaos and left him inclined to be more withdrawn in the future, but Vulamera's lack of detail had fortunately hidden the worst of it.

[b][color=Gold]"So circumstances that you believe to have been beyond your control leave you here, on my lap, tainting [i]my[/i] dominion and twisting [i]my[/i] power for your own purposes, and now you expect...forgiveness? Explain to me, Vulamera, why the beast musn't maul the fool who unknowingly sets foot in his den?! It was your mistake to attempt to look into Vestec for the sake of nothing but this strange concept you call 'curiosity', and evidently you have burnt your torch from both ends--gone much too far! You think that you can evade natural consequences, or that your reasoning is of any concern to me?"[/color][/b]

[color=violet]"Very well. I see that you desire neither reasoning nor mercy. Had you ever used my domain without permission as I used yours, I would gladly have forgiven you. In fact, you have and I did. You made Ventus sentient, you made Ventus intelligent. That is [b]my[/b] domain. I rule over it. You should not have created any sentience, even that of the Djinn Lords, without my express permission. I created sentience- it was my addition to the Codex, just as Change was yours, and seeing others twist it and violate it pains me dearly in ways that I cannot begin to explain. It is a part of me, and you [b]stole[/b] it away."[/color]

Zephyrion suddenly interrupted Vulamera, already weary of her talk. [b][color=Gold]"Ventus is yet another embodiment of Change and reflection of myself; I did not look to your contributions for aid and nor would I, for I am a Supreme Being and my image is thereby superior to any foolish creation or powers of yours. I existed before you created intelligence, I exist beyond your control, and therefore so too does Ventus! Furthermore, I am exempted from such standards; as I have already reiterated tenfold upon your feeble mind to no avail, I AM EVERYTHING,"[/b][color] he roared, steadily increasing in volume until the end, where his words became deafening and at one with the thunder.

[color=violet]"It does not matter if you intentionally looked to my powers or not, you still used them. I could feel the sentience from the moment it came into existence: I could feel you raping my domain without consent. He is intelligent, and not a God, so therefore his intelligence certainly comes from my stamp on the Codex of Creation. This cannot be debated: that is a fact. I can show you the place on the Codex that affirms what I am saying beyond refutation, if you will it."[/color]

Zephyrion remained unfaltering in his anger, writhing with impatience and frustration at how every ounce of wisdom that he might have imparted went entirely over her head. Clearly reasoning with her was futile and from now on he'd need to resort to force. That was no matter; force was more amusing anyways.

[color=violet]"And yet, for all this, I forgive you. For it would be completely wrong if an agent of Change could not create thinking life, which is also an agent of Change. I allow my powers to be defiled your powers, for you are my sibling, and I do not desire to limit you. I simply wish that, in return for allowing you to influence my domain via the Djinn, you would not be so furious with me for influencing yours to save my very life."[/color]

In a mocking jeer, he answered, [b][color=Gold]"I am glad to be forgiven for the imagined slights upon you, and now I await your apology and your proclamation of undying gratitude, for I have chosen to spare you the brunt of my anger against all better judgement!"[/color][/b]

[color=violet]"I have no reason to be grateful- you are only doing what is morally sound by sparing me your anger, and morality needs no reward. I would have done the same for you. I had to survive, brother. I will not die to avoid briefly touching your domain. That is absurd. But if you wish it, I can attempt to repair any damage I may have caused, or to move my new creations elsewhere."[/color]

[b][color=Gold]"Your code of 'morality' holds no power over me and is utterly meaningless; why must I subject myself to your imagined concepts of good and evil, when I might just as easily tell you that the moral action would have been to die, and that your 'survival' was utterly amoral? You see, good and evil are nothing. The wind blows regardless, and along with it are carried the ruined dreams and ravaged corpses of those who fall victim to such worthless notions.

You WILL repair the damage that you have caused, and as in for your toys,"[/color][/b] Zephyrion said, gazing down and suddenly sensing their presence, [b][color=Gold]"I will scatter them like leaves on the wind; away from my demesne. They are banished, and so too are you!"[/color][/b] He raised a fist and an unstoppable gust of wind wrapped around each of Vulamera's terrified creatures, and they were cast wildly thorugh the sky while Zephyrion seemingly had no regards for their impending doom. The lumbering, looming figures of several massive elementals in the sky swept up the miserable creatures though, and at Zephyrion behest they carried the things gently into the distance.

[color=violet]"I agree, good and evil are nothing, but morality exists not in good and evil, but rather in fair treatment and equality. If my morality means nothing, than neither does yours, and I have no reason to obey your rules and avoid your domain. Do you not understand? If you must not obey my morals, I must not obey yours. By your own logic, [b]I can do whatever I wish in your domain, for there is no morality to stop me[/b], and I can avoid you if I need to. Indeed, I could attack your domain at any time, or leave at any time. I only stayed thus far because I need to protect my creations from your wrath, and to watch over my newborn son, who has been tossed about mercilessly by your furious rage. Do you not see him, struggling in the wind that he is not at fault for? I give up on you, Zephyrion. I do not hate you, I am not angry with you... I simply give up. I do not think I will ever be able to teach you to understand this beautiful world as I do, and for that I am very sorry. You will forever be a moronic fool, cursed with your own idiocy. I hereby name you the God of Vanity.

Should you ever need me, however, I will still never be more than a call away. We are still siblings."[/color] A deeply, sincerely regretful tone tinted her words. There was no day sadder than the one where Vulamera must finally give up on teaching one of her siblings logic. She honestly did not harbor any grudges against Zephyrion, for while she had been enraged at first, she had soon calmed herself. [color=violet][i]If only,[/i][/color] she wished, [color=violet][i]the Lord of Change could do the same."[/i][/color]

Zephyrion scoffed. [color=Gold][b]"The difference,"[/b][/color] he managed to speak, before suddenly being consumed by that dreadful laughter that Vulamera would by now be used to. [color=Gold][b]"...is that I am a supreme being, and if you refuse my will then I will cast you like a pebble upon the wind!"[/b][/color]

[color=violet]"You could not do that. Not at all. Which, I think, is why you do not try."[/color]

His vision then turned down to the ground, where he looked for this 'son'. He sensed Lifprasil below, being wildly flung about by the unstoppable gusts of wind that were Zephyrion's breath and body. There was something enchanting about that one. The winds around him began to spin in a circle, whipping around to form a vortex around his body. Safely within the eye of that small storm, he would now be untouched and at peace. Distracted from Vulamera and her countless insults, his attention now solely upon Lifprasil, he swooped down low to the ground once more and showed his face to the demigod.

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[b][color=Gold]"Hello, little one,"[/color][/b] Zephyrion crooned, this time his words a mere whisper on the wind. Somehow his tone still managed to cut through the whirling winds of the raging storm around, even as it began to die down and subside along with the god's anger. For all of Vulamera's insults and transgressions, perhaps she would find the forgiveness that she thought to be impossible after all. It all depended upon this one...

[b][color=Gold]"Be at ease, now; I wish unto you no harm and shelter you from the horror inflicted by my presence. I will apologize for any injury inflicted upon you by my winds; I had not noticed you down below, and any harm that befell you was not intended; you must trust that I hold no malice. You are not to be blamed for the shortcoming and innumerable insults of your mother..."[/color][/b] he continued. [i]'Or your father, it would seem.'[/i] the god thought to himself, casting a furtive glance towards Vestec for a brief second.

[b][color=Gold]"I am Zephyrion, God of Change, King of Storms, the First Gale, the Supreme Being! You intrigue me, but I fear for you what with such terrible influences and manipulations sure to come from your mother and perhaps others. I would take you under my wing and protection, and under my tutelage, you would become great! Think of this grand opportunity; I offer you the chance to dwell in my palace in the skies, to learn about power and truth from a god. This is more than you will ever gain from another, and I think that already you can sense it..."[/color][/b]

He turned back to Vulamera, expecting her to be dumbstruck or to raise some petty objection, and addressed her before she could interrupt. [b][color=Gold]"THIS would be your opportunity to achieve precious redemption in my eyes, to be spared from further retribution and left free to go. By delivering this one to me and allowing him to learn from me, you will be forgiven and pardoned of all offense. I may even suffer your presence in my palace, on such occasions as would warrant."[/color][/b]

He looked now to Lifprasil again, for he trusted that Vestec would need no convincing if this is what his son wanted. [b][color=Gold]"So, what say you? Will you accept my offer, perhaps the greatest gift that I can afford?"[/color][/b]

[color=violet]"I thank you, Zephyrion, for sheltering my beloved child even as you despise me. I will gladly give him over to you, but only if he chooses so. If he does not, I will never let you so much as touch him."[/color] 

Vulamera spoke next to her son. [color=violet]"Do not believe him when he says he is a 'Supreme Being', for he is no greater than any other God, as all except Zephyrion will testify to. Nonetheless, respect him greatly, for he is a deity. If you will to go under his wing instead of mine, I will not stop you. It is your decision, my child, though it is a risky one. I suggest, dear son, that you listen to all of us. When any of the Gods speak to you, consider what they say closely, be it Zephyrion, myself or any other. In time, the wise will be seperated from the fools, and you will learn who to obey."[/color]

As the two deities quarreled, the Holy Wisp that had survived began moving more erratically than normal. To the gods, it could easily be ignored, but to one, it could not. A beam of white light began to shine down, and Niciel slowly materialized into view, her two Orbs still revolving around her. Niciel looked down at the land below, seeing the storm that was assaulting the inhabitants below. Niciel pointed her hand downward and let loose a ray of gentle pink light, calming the storm enough for the little ones below to recover and/or flee. With that task done, she returned her attention to the deities. "[color=fff79a]Hello, everyone,[/color]" Niciel greeted them calmly. "[color=fff79a]Zephyrion. Vulamera.[/color]" Vulamera sent a silent, wordless mental message of greetings.

There was a pause before she continued with the last, "[color=fff79a]Vestec.[/color]"Then she decided to move on from the greetings and into casual conversation. "[color=fff79a]I hope all of you have not treated each other too badly.[/color]"

[color=violet]"You mean aside from me being stabbed and Zephyrion almost getting brainwashed? Oh, not badly at all. "[/color] Vulamera laughed. Humour, she felt- even if it was poor humour- served as a perfect calming agent in such a tense situation.

[b][color=Gold]"Ah, Niciel! Such serendipity and pleasure it is to have you in my presence, as ever. I have had the misfortune to have this day ruined by nothing short of an invasion of my land and a violation of my dominion, yet tomorrow the sun shall still rise. You must come visit my palace some time; your company is ever welcome. But let us not be distracted..."[/color][/b]

Zephyrion turned back to Lifprisil, ignoring Vulamera and the filth and lies that spilled forth from her mouth. She tried him, but right now what she did was of no import. Only Lifprisil's answer concerned Zephyrion.

While they awaited the answer of her offspring, Vulamera concentrated her memories and emotions again, into yet another sphere of telepathic understanding. Except, this time, the memories were consistent of both Vestec's mind, her suffering, and the conflict with Zephyrion thus far. She made it into a shining orb of orange light, lit up even further with runes of magic adorning its semi-solid surface.

[color=violet]"Niciel, this is for you. It will reveal all that has happened thus far. I have left it unbiased, to the best of my humble ability."[/color]

The sphere sunk into the skull of Light Incarnate, filling her with memories, understanding, [b]knowledge[/b]- of all that had occured in this conflict.

Niciel's mind was suddenly filled with the memories of the events here. Vulamera's entrance into Vestec's mind, Vestec's influence forcing Vulamera to be conceived with Lifprasil, Zephyrion's entrance into the fray, and the resulting storm. Of course, the main event of most interest to Niciel was the birth of Lifprasil. Niciel did not realize that such a being could be created in such a way. Vestec's methods were always appalling, but Niciel did not know how to think about this situation. For now, she would examine the child and see what would become of them. Niciel looked down to address Liprasil and greeted them warmly, "[color=fff79a]Hello. What is your name, young one?[/color]"

Lifprasil, throughout Zephyrion's attempted interrogation, had no expression that would indicate interest in what he said, it's not that he wasn't interested, no - he was contemplating a response. The ways of this universe were strange to him, and when he found safer ground he had sat to observe amongst the chaos, and he was still seated. 

For a few minutes Lifprasil meditates further on the offer, and the Goddess' question, silently staring up to Zephyrion, then at the magnificent architecture had been dwelling in for eons, however much an over - or under - statement that may be. 

The first Demi-God, the preposed King of Kings, gazes from the sky, now, towards the lipid horizon beyond.

Galbar's curviture was interesting, the entire universe even more so. But the dazzling serendipity of the floating palace of the Wind God felt like a place to start. He decides to direct his attention to Niciel first, however, her incandescence was much more enamouring - and the question would make for better introductions.

[color=orange]"My name is Lifprasil, daughter to Vulamera, and son to Vestec, but if you prefer to refer to me as the child of thought - call me Vesamera."[/color] Lifprasil announces, his voice trembling between either gender. 

After Lifprasil finishes giving his namesake, he turns to Zephyrion, taking on the predeposed prose and stance of something equal to himself - even going so far as to fly up to meet him. His ascendance isn't similar to the haphazard method he had taken before, no, but as if he had been uplifted by some non-existant podium to reach Zephyrion. 

For naught but a minute Lifprasil gazes into Zephyrion in silence, his golden eyes now clearly shimmering in the darkness of Galbar's night. 

[color=orange]"Prosit, good creature, despite your hostility towards my mother your charity shows some faith in myself and my mission. I accept your offer, King Upon the Breeze."[/color] Lifprasil says, his voice becoming more masculine with each reaffirming word in his speech. 

[color=orange]"I do not wish to berate or betray my parents - but capture a glimpse into your nature, and befriend you for an idea that sprouted in my mind that even now; I have no idea of its true purpose."[/color] the Demi-God continues, extending his frail hand, his eye lids tilted in what would look to be complete nirvana. 

[color=orange]"Kneel and take my hand, tumblesome creature, do not take the nature of my talk as hostility - I look up to nobody. I am equal to all."[/color]

[b][color=Gold]"You possess the wisdom to accept my offer graciously. I see that you also carry a healthy respect for those creators that are your parents; this is good. Your misguided notion of equality is not: to be equal to all makes you no better than the base maggots that infest a reeking carcass. No, there is always a hierarchy, and though you may rise to higher station you will forever be a part of that chain of power. The elementals know this well, for I have taught them, just as I will teach you."[/color][/b] With that he descended even closer to the ground, kneeling as best a being of his form could, and a soft gust of divine wind reached out to touch Lifprisil's hand.

[b][color=Gold]"We depart when you are ready; for now, it is time to say your farewells."[/color][/b]

The godling just smiles down at Zephyrion, the god may be powerful - but he certainly didn't understand the thought invested to bending one's knee. [color=orange]"Very well, m'lord."[/color]

[color=violet]"Very well, daughter and son,"[/color] Vulamera spoke with a hint of sadness in her voice, [color=violet]"I will always be here to teach and guide you, no matter your masters or mentors, nor my personal feelings towards them."[/color]

Lifprasil turns his head to his mother - at least in her own eyes, a second one sprouting from his first within Vulamera's perception of the universe. It gazes into her soul, its pair of formerly golden eyes slanting until they're sideways - his coloration having changed to purple.

[color=orange][i]My beloved mother - I have not left you.[/i][/color] states the echoing presence within her mind. [color=orange][i]I will always be with you.[/i][/color] Lifprasil reassures her, his unblinking eyes slowly disappearing as his mental connection wanes. 

Vestec watched the ensuing argument, the only sounds leaving him being giggles at the various actions taken by the Gods. He found this entirely amusing, and had no doubt this wouldn't be the end of conflicts between Zephyrion and Vulamera. 

He only left the scene of the conflict for an instant, catching one of his and Vulamera's creatures before it could be taken away by the Elementals. In an instant it was gone, hidden away among the Rovaick for his later use. 

He waved cheerfully at Niciel as she showed up, before turning to watch the current conversation between Lifprasil and Cyclone. "Before you go, child, I have one gift for you..." Vestec concentrated chaos energy in his hands, shaping it into a sword, an [i]Urumi[/i]. Holding the sword he drew out Astarte's vial and put a drop onto the blade, putting more power into it. A pulse of harmless chaotic energy went out and he gave it to his child. "Destroy your enemies with it, child of mine."

Lifprasil grasps the sword, the handles lined with spikes, but the blade so divine and alluring in its sheen that he can't help but grasp it with his bare. He soon finds, however, that the strangely liquid metal moves on its own volition, like the heads of a snake, each tip attempts to bite at him. 

However, it soon realizes of whom is its master, the blades just coinciding to float beside him per his mental request.

Niciel gave a look of disapproval to Vestec. "[color=fff79a]Such a dangerous tool given to a youngling. How very 'Vestec',[/color]" Niciel said. Turning her attention to Lifprasil, Niciel said to them, "[color=fff79a]True strength doesn't come from power and bloodlust. You should rid yourself of such a thing before it decides to use you instead. If you decide to keep it... I will not judge you. However, I will leave you this gift as well.[/color]" Niciel concentrated her power, and her hands glowed with energy. A small orb of yellow, pink, and light blue light appeared, floating in Niciel's hand for a moment before floating over to Lifprasil. When it reached Lifprasil's chest, it began to mold itself to their body, fitting them perfectly. The light then subsided, revealing a suit of yellow armor with light blue-and-pink trim. It radiated an aura of pure and holy energy, showing its power.

Lifprasil extends his right hand, that which holds his chaos blade, the full length of the multitude of writhing pieces exposed by their suddenly streamlined nature, spanning across a good twelve feet of desert as he inhales deeply. 

For once Lifprasil smiles.

[color=orange]"We will have to assess the true nature of this world - Niciel."[/color] he responds. [color=orange]"The volatility of that which appears insignificant to a god is decieving."[/color] Lifprasil explains. 

Despite Lifprasil's words, Niciel felt it was appropriate. Rather than a weapon that would take lives, it would be armor to save a life instead. And possibly many more, if Lifprasil chose the right path. However, Niciel felt that something was missing. Something that was very important. Then she realized. Niciel turned to Vulamera and asked, "[color=fff79a]Vulamera, would you be so kind as to grant the armor sentience? I would prefer to do it myself, but sentience is your domain, not mine, and it would be good for Lifprasil to listen to a voice of kindness.[/color]"

Vulamera, currently choosing to remain in her natural form, still existed everywhere within a roughly fifty foot radius. In concordance with this, her voice could not be traced to a particular spot or point-of-origin, no matter how carefully one may listen. [color=violet]"Zephyrion, you could learn from this one. She does not demand, nor threaten, nor brutally claim superiority. Yes, Niciel, I would be happy to oblige your wish."[/color]

A distorted shimmer appeared to the left of the Demigod, the air first blurring, then warping entirely into a violet, thick mist only a few feet wide. [color=violet]"Lifprasil, reach your hand into the fog, but be warned: do not let that foul blade touch what lays within."[/color]

Lifprasil manages to order the blade to wrap around him - like a belt it swirls around his naked waist, being without a sheath. He nods with a solemn expression, extending his now free right hand into the mystifying substance his mother had suspended in front of him. [color=orange]"What strange forces the gods create..."[/color]

[color=violet]"This is hardly my doing. Do you know of the Codex of Creation? You may not recognize the name, but its aura must surely feel familiar, for I believe that it touched your mind even while you were in my womb. I give a small piece of its infinite power now to you."[/color]

On Vulamera's cue, the dense fog was allowed to be swept away in Zephyrion's vain winds. Left in its place was The Book- that library of all this universe, with Lifprasil's hand firmly resting on it's ancient but power-soaked surface. It hovered there effortlessly, being held by the Mother's invisible grasp.

Lifprasil gasps - already being reunited with the guiding force that had elevated him to maturity so quickly.

The Codex, several feet long and twice as thick, was opened to one of its many millions of pages- for it defied all reasonable physics, so could carry as many pages as needed without expanding. Vulamera stared intensely at it from all directions, soon realizing that it had predicted her will and opened to one of the chapters of Vulamera's own design, regarding sentience stored in inanimate divine constructs.

The eldritch symbols marked on the page began to glow faintly orange, but quickly became brighter until the whole of Vesamera's hand was consumed in the pale light. 

It happened. Spiraling strands of pure divine power leaped off the page, wrapping themselves around Niciel's gift. They wound tighter, then tighter, then tighter, until they fused entirely with the yellow armour. A shudder ran through it from top to bottom as the power of sentience shook it, and let it feel thought for the first time.

A new voice ussured forth, not physically but mentally, resonating in the minds of all near. "I think... therefore, I am." The armour itself had spoken.

[color=violet]"I have given it sentience, as well as a personality mimicking the intentions of Niciel. It will be protective, merciful and kind, ever urging my child for to shelter the innocent and pardon the transgressors. It will make her a kind Queen."[/color]

In grateful silence, Lifprasil lowers her head to Vulamera - his already hooded eyes closing entirely in hapful litany. The serendipidity of the Codex did not last, however, as Lifprasil drew his attention to Vestec.

"Even younglings must defend themselves. Surely you recognize this, Goddess of Purity." Vestec turned his attention Vulamera. "Vulamera, dear, mother of my child, can I have the smallest sliver of the Codex of Creation to give our son's sword sentience? Having a voice only of mercy and kindness is just as bad as having a voice only of vengeance and hatred. He will need both to balance himself."

Niciel's disapproving look turned into a glare, but her voice remained calm. "[color=fff79a]There are far better ways to protect oneself than with a vile tool like [i]that[/i]. Such a thing looks as if it would turn on its wielder if given the chance.[/color]" Niciel also wanted to object to Vulamera and prevent her from giving Vestec anything to manipulate, but even Vestec's words held a trace of reason. Mercy and kindness would only go so far to protect you.

A suffocating sigh echoed through the air. [color=violet]"Very well, Vestec, but I will be watching you. Do not abuse this privalege."[/color]

A small fraction of a fraction's fraction of paper tore itself from The Book. It was minuscule in size, barely able to fill a mortal's hand, but it would serve Vestec's claimed purpose. It levitated into the Devil's greedy grasp even as the Codex snapped shut and vanished back into Vulamera's subconscious, where no more of its wisdom could be taken.

[color=violet]"I presume that you will infuse the blade with your own chaotic, destructive intentions. This is fitting. As you said, he needs balance, and a voice of power may well aid him in situations where mercy would prove a weakness. It will him a strong King."[/color]

"You know me so well. Of course, you were just in my head." 

[color=violet]"Aye, and a terrifying place it is, though interesting."[/color]

Vestec giggled, taking the small piece. He immediately fused it with his own essence, extending a hand towards the [i]Urumi[/i] Chaos energy shot from his hand and imbued the sword with sentience and a bloodlust. It wouldn't be sheathed until it had been blooded. 

"He will be a conqueror, Vulamera dear. Then we will see if he can be a king."

[color=violet]"I'm surprised you're aware of the distinction, Vestec dear."[/color] Her voice was mocking, but far from cruel. [color=violet]"I am concerned for Lifprasil, however, for these conflicting voices. They may teach him balance, or they may simply drive the poor part-God to insanity. It will not be easy to learn from two beings that always contradict. They lack unity, therefore they must be made to have it."[/color]

Vulamera's area of influence shrunk down to a human shape, tightening into a solid flesh. A spin of light, a swirl of magic, and she was once more the decaying old scholar, carrying a quill in one hand, the Codex in the other, and a fatal, gaping wound on her head.

The form had varied this time. Encasing her injured head was a decorative crown. It was carved with golden snakes, their serpentine bodies set with fine amethyst. A star, entrapped by 4 crescent moons, adorned the peak of the crown. It radiated psionic power to such a degree that a mortal could not even lay a finger on it, unless he desired to be plagued with madness.

The image of the Mother had varied slightly this time, for encasing her injured head was a decorative crown. It was carved with golden snakes, their serpentine bodies bordering flawless amethyst. A star, entrapped by 3 crescents (one for each of Vulamera's personal moons), adorned the peak of the crown. It radiated psionic power to such a degree that a mortal could not even lay a finger on it, unless he desired to be plagued with madness or fatal brain hemorrhaging.

Vulamera bowed her head to remove the jewelry. Clasping it in one of her withered hands, the Goddess made a strange twirling motion with her free index finger, seeming to bless it in the process.

It vanished from her, only to rematerialize moments later upon her child. It resized itself to fit his head perfectly- just strict enough to never fall off accidentally.

[color=violet]"I desire you to use your own powers as much as possible, but if you cannot control your gifts on your own, use this. I name it the Crown of Fealty, for it will channel my mental power directly to you, enabling control of your subjects. Should Vestec's blade refuse to be sheathed, for example, the Crown may force it do so.

"If any mortal or God is foolish enough to attack the Daughter of Mind and Son of Chaos, it will also paralyze your enemies, or strike them with brain-death, or even force them to obey you. Again, excersize your own abilities when possible, but do not hesitate to rely on mine if you fear. Keep it with you as a safeguard, for moments where your powers may not succeed."[/color]

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Lifprasil nods, having drawn his attention back to his mother, and again the silent prince opens his mouth. [color=orange]"Balance... Is key."[/color] he states, the symbolism having granted him the revelation he'd been searching for throughout the conversation. [color=orange]"What is a vassal of balance without an inferrence between King, Queen, and Conqueror or Conqueress?"[color] Lifprasil asks, his rhetoric becoming much more dual-sided. 

[color=violet]"Balance- my point exactly."[/color] The amethysts set in the Crown of Fealty pulsated brightly with each word Vulamera spoke. [color=violet]"You must find the place inbetween the Chaos and Mind that together make up your existence, therefore my Crown may benefit you, though you will still need to learn much on your own. Listen to Zephyrion when he teaches you, heed my words when you hear them, but never forget to think deeply on your own."[/color]

Trinkets and baubles abounded for Lifprisil, it would seem. Zephyrion had half a mind to offer something of his own, but then he realized that it was gift enough for the newborn to have the rare opportunity to bask in the presence of a Supreme Being. The intent behind Lifprisil's asking him to kneel was entirely lost upon the god; of course a giant had to stoop low to touch an ant.

Already Zephyrion could see that he had much work ahead of him: educating Lifprasil on the failings and utter ineptitude of his mother would be difficult, what with the jarring cognitive dissonance that he would surely feel. In any case, he was already weary of Vulamera, Niciel, and strangely enough, even Vestec. He had promised that they would leave as soon as Lifprisil was ready, but now Storm's King grew restless and he decided for Lifprisil that this ordeal was over. Such was his right, now that he was the demigod's guardian!

[b][color=Gold]"Yes yes, now fix this atrocity that you have wrought upon the land beneath my skies, and begone! You are forgiven for past crimes, but do not try my patience further, Vulamera,"[/color][/b] he suddenly proclaimed, saying nothing to the others in attendance yet the implication being that they too should leave. [b][color=Gold]"This seems to have drawn to a close; it is nigh time that I bring you to your new home. I think you will find my little redoubt in the heavens suitable; in solace so high above the world, it is easy to appreciate the simplicity of life and reflect upon one's self."[/color][/b]

Slowly, Lifprasil turns his head up to Zephyrion - having stooped back to the floor below to gather his gifts. [color=orange]"I would like to take a third of the creatures beset unto this world by my parents - I will use what I learned from the Codex of Creation to manufacture great warriors that will encircle me and guard my dream so that it may live on forever. They will be my own children, and in this endeavour they will show the world what balance truly is."[/color] he states lowly, explaining the first plight in his plan to his new mentor. 

[color=violet]"Simplicity of life, Zeph?"[/color] Vulamera chimed in. [color=violet]"Life is only simple if you fail to think about its complexities."[/color]

Despite her view of Zephyrion, the Shadow of Revelations thought it fair to heal what small damage had been done to his land. A wave of purple, watery substance seeped out of the cracks in the desert floor, washing clean any lingering residue of Vulamera's influence and returning the enviromment to its state before she arrived. 

[color=violet]"Go now, my Lifprasil. I will teach the new species I created so that, when you are ready to take up your destiny as a King and Queen both, they will be ready for you. I name them the Lifprasilians in your honour, though they may more often be dubbed the Insidie by myself. I will take a third of them under my council, and teach them to be creative and clever, artists and tacticians. A third will be left to Vestec. But when you come to claim your empire, daughter and son, I will turn all mine over to you, their rightful ruler."[/color]

[color=orange]"I thank you mother, their herald will return in due time."[/color] Lifprasil says with a gracious curtsy - befitting of her more feminine side.

[color=purple]"In many thousands of years, we will return."[/color] whispers one of the lopsided facets of Lifprasil's personality. Vulamera finds, curiously, that with each lengthier gaze into its eyes, she gets a sense of familiarity similar to her venture from before...

Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the liquid and Vulamera both vanished, and no trace of her remained. It was as if nobody had been into the desert at all.

In studious silence, Lifprasil nods up to Zephyrion [color=orange]"Take me and my guard to your palace... There is much to be done."[/color]

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[hider= Summary]
-Lifprasil, right before his mother can abort him, becomes self-aware. He speaks, stopping Vulamera from destroying him, and frees himself from her womb.

-Vulamera decides that it must have been the Codex of Creation that allowed Lifprasil to develop so suddenly. She gives him her approval and blessing.

-Zephyrion shows up and is pissed at Vulamera, who insults Zephyrion in a rant. He knocks her out of the sky easily.

-Vulamera invades Zephyrion's mind and implants memories of her struggle, in a desperate attempt to give Zephyrion some sympathy for her.

-They argue back in forth, slinging insults and biased logic.

-Zephyrion notices Lifprasil, then offers Lifprasil a chance to come under his "supreme" wing, live in his palace, and become his student. This will be the repayment that will Vulamera her forgiveness.

-Niciel shows up to lighten the situation. Vulamera implants more memories into Niciel, in an attempt to teach her what had happened thus far. Niciel, as a result, is fascinated with Lifprasil.

-Lifprasil greets Niciel, introduces himself to everyone, and agrees to be mentored by Zephyrion. Vulamera is unhappy with her child's choice, but respects his freedom.

-Vestec watches, and giggles at their arguing, then creates a sword whip for Lifprasil.

-Niciel is disgusted by Vestec's actions (what else is new) and makes a suit of armor for Lifprasil to counteract the sword.

-Vulamera, at the request of Niciel and Vestec, imbues both the sword and armour with sentience and the power to act (somewhat) on their own, in defense of Lifprasil.

-Vulamera, realizing that two conflicting voices can be maddening, creates the Crown of Fealty, which will enable Lifprasil to balance out the Blade and Armour, as well as channel Vulamera's power.

-[b]Vulamera names the Empire Race the "Lifprasilians" and "Insidie"[/b]

-Zephyrion tells everyone to get out, and Vulamera vanishes away. The end.
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[hider=Mighty Summary]

-Vulamera uses 1 might to force her memories into Zephyrion.

-Vestec uses half a might and two freepoints to create the sword. 

-Niciel uses 3 Free Points to create the armor.

-Vulamera uses half a might to imbue the Armour with mild sentience.

-Vulamera uses 1 might to create the Crown of Fealty.
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