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[b]Level 2 Goddess of Magic (Pacts)[/b]
[b]Might[/b]: 5
[b]Free Point[/b]: 1[/center]

Her minor contribution to the Grand Design complete, Belru simply watched from afar as tensions rose among those remaining around the parchment. Though her featureless eyes betrayed no emotion, her thoughts were as divided as the myriad gods arrayed before her. For each of them she felt something different, but she was not prone to bias so these impulses were subtle things, rising sharply then fading easily. They would only take true shape under the guidance of her interactions with them. For now, she only felt patience.

With each passing moment the conflict escalated until, beneath the gaze of Fate, the intervention of Order wrought the most Chaos. It seemed that he did not yet understand that true order was found in the balance of opposing forces, something written within his own laws, for the force of his arrival instigated an equal and opposite reaction from Vestec and Zephyrion. Even with Creation itself threatened, Belru felt no impetus to act boldly, instead turning her solemn gaze to Fate and the Terrible Adjudicator. As expected, it would be They who passed judgement on Creation.

Before the Grand Design could be further sullied by careless spite, it was summoned into the hands of Fate. With an eruption of divine might, they were all drawn into the maelstrom of creation. Belru felt the power that had been welling within her stripped away to feed her shared creation, but despite that she was enlivened as she had never anticipated being before. Eons passed as the vast emptiness around her was filled with the ignition of newborn stars to carpet the universe, and the heated masses of earth cooled into planets locked in their orbit. Beneath her, she saw, was the dun sphere which would be the center of the gods’ efforts.

Already her brethren had descended. Beneath her patient gaze, colors blossomed to spread across the surface of Galbar. The lifeless white of Vakarlon’s ice, the blue of Jvan’s ocean, the green of Slough’s Deepwood, the pink mist of Niciel’s refuge, and the fractured pattern of Vestec’s plains. All of these things were pleasing to the eye. She felt the instinctive urge to create rise which had taken the others, and the flesh of her assumed form tingled with the burgeoning power waiting to be released, but she held it tightly within her until the yearning had passed. Through it all, she watched.

Far above the surface of the world, Belruarc drew her knees up to her chest and continued to drift, caught in the planet’s gravity, biding her time. From the fractured earth, Vulamera’s moons formed behind her. Under the hammer of the Mason, mountains rose. Through it all, she watched.

[hider=Summary]She's still floating up there.[/hider]