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[color=ec008c]Might: 5
Free Point: 2[/color][/centre]

Ilunabar heard her sister’s words and smiled, it was good to see someone who had the same foresight as her. She started to form a response, however something else called her immediate attention.

At first it was the bizarre event involving Ull’Yang, however the muse realized that such phenomenon was merely a small happening of something way larger. The Codex, the script of the creation, was now in Fate’s hands.

Something about this annoyed Ilunabar. At first she thought it was about the mysteries of the higher deity and the fundamental question about the why of the creation of deities. Soon however, as she was dragged closer and closer to the book, she realized it was something much simpler…

The dissonance between the styles of two storytellers. One saw a disunited document, the other saw a perfectly harmonious narrative among the clashing forces.

By the time of the realization Ilunabar, and most her simblings, were already in the vortex created by Fate and the book. Once again she felt her being melt as all of her senses were flooded by something far beyond her comprehension. The prudent decision was to shut down and wait for the universe to take shape...

But she couldn’t look away! Fate was the ultimate composer of all possible chronicles, but Ilunabar too had a history to write! It was merely a transcription of someone else’s work, in the great play of destiny she was merely an actress, perhaps even less, nothing but a stage prop, but even then… even then…

Despite the blindness caused by the eruption of all things, the muse started to write. It was a simple record of what was taking place, a derivative history of the story Fate had set.

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Then it all started to cool down. 

A brown blur was in front of her, and she could hear her siblings talking, but no word could be discerned thanks to an incessant hum. Now the Muse could finally close her eyes and rest.

Things started to get better bit by bit, she didn’t know how much time she stood there waiting, but when the noise finally went away and she opened her eyes the world in front of her had changed a lot. There was blue, green, white and a chaotic mix of grey spreading across it.

She heard Logos going on about his many things. Something about him had struck Ilunabar on the wrong way from the start, he was such a basic existence, all of his being was the molding clay of other gods, yet he barked so loud. Back in the Before-Creation this annoyed her, she saw it as outrageous arrogance, but now that she was more calm the anger was exchanged for pity, his pretensions looked more logical. 

[color=ec008c]“If my harp or Teknall’s stone could speak they too would allegate that what they created was theirs”[/color]

Speaking of creation…

[color=ec008c]“Come, Dreamweaver” [/color]she commanded, and the harp formed on her hand. She was about to start her work when a sudden glimpse of glitter caught her eyes. 

She flew into the planet and soon arrived at something quite amazing [color=ec008c]“Ah?”[/color] she said as she gazed upon the Celestial Citadel. [color=ec008c]“I have to say Teknall, I underestimated you. I thought you would be limited to the brute creations but now I can see that you are a master of the refined arts too”[/color]


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Ilunabar sees some stuff and is like "wow"
It was so wow it took her some time to comprehend it all
When she was better she said "Now its time to do my job"
But then she went to the citadel instead of doing her job. Get it together Ilunabar!
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