[center][h1][color=Orange]Lifprasil[/color] and [color=B05F3C]Belvast's[/color] Excellent Adventure[/h1][/center] [color=orange][b]Lifprasil, Level 1 Demigod of Emotions (Sentience)[/b][/color], 4 Might [color=B05F3C][b]Belvast, Level 1 Demigod of Physical Space (Portals)[/b][/color], 0 Might [hider=Might Summary] Lifprasil: Expended 3 Might to create 3 Fractal Artifacts. 4 Might remaining. Belvast: Expended 7 Might to level from 1 to 3 in his travels, Expended 1 Might to create the Mobius Board. 0 Might remaining [/hider] [hider=TLDR Summary] 1. Lifprasil, after bidding his farewells, left an instrument artifact behind for Zephyrion to use as he escaped the citadel. 2. Belvast began to question his place in the universe, seeing as how the world seemed to be so easily changed by the gods while he was travelling. In his boredom, he creates the Mobius Board, a game designed to integrate non-living objects placed into it into a game with rules that change to suit the objects available. 3. Disguised as Vesamera, Lifprasil challenged the little Cat to a game with friendship and fish on the line. 4. After the finished the Galbarian equivalent of Candyland, Lif had to get Belvast a fish and revealed his godly nature. 5. [s]Disheartened by the fact that he has to use the bathroom despite being a demigod,[/s] Belvast decided to join Lifprasil [s]to learn the secrets of the iron butt[/s] on his journey, merely as a traveling acquaintance. [/hider] Lifprasil, after he made his goodbyes, and all had been said and done, decided to finally escape to the outside world - but beforehand, he needed wears that would fit with the time. With a sigh, he traversed the Celestial Citadel's hallways for the last time in a long, long time, but decidedly left something behind for Zephyrion. With a little focus, and a miniscule amount of his power, he took some insipiration from his current muse(s), and created a device of song, a Sliver of his own being given shape as what appeared to be an multicolored ocarina. The device split, and the split in the instrument turned to liquid and scurried away. This was his first Fractal Artefact - a symbiosis procured by the mind. He left it behind for Zephyrion to sing through while he was away. After this labor was complete, Lifprasil escaped the Celestial Citadel, covered in a bundle of rags that hid a thick, faded tunic; the clothes masked his shape, so his true gender was unseen by any prying eye. In this mission, he will be Vesamera, the Angelic Scholar, not Lifprasil, the King of Kings. From the Western branch of his home, she sprang forth from the sprialing solid alcohest created at the behest of the Artisian. She broke her fall before the ground had come to meet her, kicking up a minute storm of dirt that masked her entrance. She had landed at the tapering shore of the West Coast, bare feet pressed into sand, and sand pressed into bare feet. The water elluded her, and it faded off into the horizon, but she did not persue that horizon, instead, she took confidence in wandering away from the distant sea, and into the marshy lands beyond. She had to move quickly, however, the sun was dipping behind that very horizon she had gazed into earlier, and the swan song of night called upon its creatures... Days. Days and Weeks. Weeks and Months. Months became Years, and Years became centuries, and even THOSE beget millenia. Thousands of years spent wandering. Belvast, in his naivety, assumed that traversing the world would only take so long...but as the planet itself was shaped and spiraled, changed and rearranged in some bits, he realized something. He'd never be able to explore Galbar fully in one visit. His 'Fate' as it would seem would be to wander until the gods were settled and down with their world, and see it all after that...and then move onto the next world. He was certain there was at least one, it was easy enough to tell at night as he camped out amongst the trees and riverrocks, all looking upwards at the sky the gods created. In his wandering, Belvast would come to know many sentient races, though the only ones he'd particularly interact with would be the Treemind. Their forms were familiar, as was their ancestral home to the north, the familiar blanket of sleeted white that spread for miles that he'd wandered before they had grown and built a kingdom. He'd known the land long before the bears were many and spoke in tongues, not in roars. Though he'd interact, he'd never interfere, as he was worried that if he saw his mother somewhere there, he'd break their promise. The tastiest of fish was not yet his, after all. Wandering still, Belvast sat alone in the Deepwoods, before an idle thought struck him. Boredom. He was bored. Bored bored bored...soooooo bored. Sitting up, his hat tipped past his ears and obscured his vision, before he adjusted it. Without really understanding what he wanted to do, Belvast opted to simply sit and think for a while, before he was struck with an idea. He'd invent a way to entertain himself. Something simple...but variable...oh, but games were no fun alone...All these thoughts and feelings of wanting entertainment he poured into a simple board of wood as he carved it with his claws, intricately carving and evening out what was once a simple piece of one of the Deepwods' trees into a simple wooden board with four legs with which it could stand on. Then, the divine part kicked in. All games needed rules, but Belvast was personally too lazy to come up with them. So, naturally, he made the board do it, and gave it the assets to make whatever rules it wished so long as they were fair. Fair rules meant fun, even if it was competitive. Even for what was essentially a millenia old child, Belvast understood that perfectly. With his masterpiece complete, the Mobius Game stood on its four wooden legs. Stunned and excited, Belvast was struck with a realization. He'd just invented a way to entertain himself...that relied solely on interaction with another. Sighing as he realized his mistake, he picked the board up and tied it to his back. Time to go find people to play with... Light pierced the thick canopy, and put an ambiguous spotlight on both Belvast, and a silent newcomer. She was a woman covered in drab clothing suitable to a lowly vagrant, but she carried herself like some form of royalty. Her hair cascaded in unkempt rivets all the way down to her unusually fair ankles, that which were draped by the fleeting visage of a silken tunic, the vibrancy of the cloth had been smothered by leather and fiber; but a creature of Belvast's... Stature would find it hard not to notice. [color=orange]"You're afflicted with boredom, it would seem."[/color] Vesamera stated as her eyes, which had become tinted a crimson and a purple at the beginning of her journey, narrowed to the bipedal feline's game. In a hand, she gripped the Fractal Utensil, that which had taken the shape of a quill, and the feather glowed a myriad of vivid colors. In her other hand, she cradled a cube at the crux of her abodnem, but it was featureless, a deep shade of ebony so pure in its darkness, that no light escaped its grasp. [color=orange]"Prosit. Allow me to seat myself at your will, child of the Gods."[/color] Vesamera requested as a mortal, despite the essence that fluttered off of her on the wings of magical creatures that had leapt from the bedrock of her soul; as if radioactive force. Belvast gazed upon the strange woman with his two open eyes, blinking a few times. This was suspiciously convenient, and she was suspiciously...un-normal for a person. Very un-normal. [color=B05F3C][b]"Um...I-I suppose."[/b][/color] Belvast said, in his still innocent, child-like voice and tone. Like he was devoid of sin. Sitting down slowly, he set the board down. [color=B05F3C][b]"May I know your name Miss?"[/b][/color] he asked, tails swishing behind him. [color=B05F3C][b]"I'm Belvast."[/b][/color] [color=orange]"I am Vesamera, the Angelic Scholar."[/color] Vesamera explained through her dirtied scarf, before her cube split into four pieces, and from the center a void created from the penchant texture of a scroll was produced. The Fractal Utensil escaped Vesamera's grasp, and began writing on primitive parchment - it seems it was recording this encounter. [color=orange]"It's very nice to meet you, Belvast."[/color] she said, before she eloquently lowered her olive colored scarf with a crooked index finger. [color=orange]"My, you sound frightened. Does an unassuming woman like me scare you?"[/color] Vesamera questioned, her lips parting into a rather feminine grin. Belvast's ears twitched beneath his cloth-woven sack-of-a-hat. [color=B05F3C][b]"I'm not frightened Miss. You just surprised me is all."[/b][/color] he says before looking at the board idly. [color=B05F3C][b]"What kind of game do you want to play? Mobius can write the rules if we give it things to use for the game."[/b][/color] Vesamera began to hum, before she procured a wooden cat from her sleeve - as if magic! [color=orange]"I'll play the cat if you play the human."[/color] Vesamera said, her voice swimming through the atmosphere, and into Belvast's conscious being, as if a drink to be savored by the recipient. Shivering slightly, Belvast could tell that something was wrong with this atmosphere. It was far too convenient for her to have a randomly carved...whatever a cat was in her sleeve. Getting up, belvast procured a sizeable river-rock, as well as a bit of driftwood that was almost as large as the board, Returning with them, he placed them onto the board, and removed a small wooden egg from his pocket. [color=B05F3C][b]"Okay. Now we wait for Mobius."[/b][/color] he says before the materials placed on the board suddenly vanished. After a few moment's wait, the board suddenly and very VIOLENTLY carved itself up from the inside, the pieces of driftwood being stripped apart and torn to become suitable for the game, making "Squares" along the board in what appeared to be a spiral. The rock was neatly trimmed by Mobius as it spiraled into existance as a mountain in the direct center of the board, intricately tumbled to appear as if it were a real, weathered mountain. The egg stood beside the Cat, at the same "Start" position on the board. Four strange wooden cubes would also tumble into existance, as if rolled from thin-air onto the board in front of each of them, holes carved into each light cube to represent numbers from 1 through six. Several moments of set-up passed as the board seemed to paint itself as well, or at least weathered the wood to look uniform and maintained as in front of each "Player" a panel of wood jutted from underneath the table, reading: "The first to the top of the mountain is victorious." as a basic description of the game itself. "The holes shall tell how swiftly you fly, and only the luckiest will find themselves atop the highest peak." Smiling proudly at his little creation, Belvast said: [color=B05F3C][b]"The first game is always simple. You can take the first roll Vesamera."[/b][/color] he offered, tails swishing behind him with pride that he didn't care to hide. Vesamera nodded, confused by the creation Belvast had formed through his own form of might. [color=orange]"Thank you, Belvast."[/color] she whispered, before with a flick of her wrist, she cast the dice onto the board. All four landed on a one. [color=orange]"Oh fooey! Does this mean I only move four spaces?"[/color] Vesamera questioned, disappointed by her own bastardized luck. Belvast nodded, before her space would move Four on its own across the board. Suddenly, another panel popped up on her end. "Event: Move Forward Three Spaces." [color=B05F3C][b]"Looks like it can even make hidden rules..."[/b][/color] Belvast said to himself, apparently unaware of the exact limitations of what Mobius can do to create games. Rolling the dice, Belvast's total became 7, as the egg slid along the board accordingly to put him at Vesamera's piece's position. [color=orange]"How interesting! And you made this yourself?"[/color] Vesamera doted, grasping the dice in a hand, and rolling a total of five. The wandering scholar let out a slight 'herumph' at this, and moved her little cat foward five spaces with a pinky, and when she finished in this respect, her smile returned. Belvast rolled once more, after answering with: [color=B05F3C][b]"Mhm. I got bored, and I don't know how to make games, so I made a thing to make games for me!"[/b][/color], apparently very proud of his own lazyness. Eleven was hit total, and as such he moved forward that much before a panel popped up. "Retreat Seven Spaces." it said before his piece was flung back. Crossing his arms, he chidlishly says: [color=B05F3C][b]"This game is conspiring against me..."[/b][/color] Vesamera stifled a giggle [color=orange]"Luckily for you, Fate conspires against me."[/color] she replied, rolling a ten. [color=orange]"It seems we both have bad luck - isn't that a silly coincidence?"[/color] Vesamera questioned, patting Belvast's nose with a thumb. She then moved her cat forward ten spaces - this time without so much as touching it. Belvast rubbed his nose fussily, before he rolled again. Staring at the result, a purrfect 24, a quartet of sixes a...hextuplet of fours, his piece slid along. Eagerly, he watched his piece move ever closer to the mountin beforeanother wooden panel popped up. "Return to Start." The most existentially broken and deprived look entered Belvast's eyes as his piece moved back to the beginning before he rolled onto his back and curled up. [color=B05F3C][b]"It conspires still..."[/b][/color] he says, ears falling flat against his head. With a sad clicking of her tongue, Vesamera rolled again, and mustered an eleven this time. [color=orange]"Poor Belvast. Perhaps your luck will change if you bet something? That always adds a tinge of excitement to a game."[/color] Belvast blinked before he very slowly turned a suspicious gaze towards Vesamera. Now it was clear...she must have planned something. [color=B05F3C][b]"I have nothing to bet. Aside from the fish I caught today...Do you want that?"[/b][/color] he questioned, sitting up once more. Her answer would either make him trust or distrust her...he supposed. [color=orange]"Just your friendship."[/color] Vesamera teased. [color=orange]"Is that too much to ask?"[/color] [color=B05F3C][b]"That is something you can't ask for."[/b][/color] Belvast said before the third eye on his head opened and a portal appeared behind Vesamera. [color=B05F3C][b]"And something that is too vague to be offered."[/b][/color] he continued. As the son of the Godess of Pacts, he was a stickler for knowing what the terms for anything were, and "Friendship" could mean anything from a business partnership to a slave. Vesamera raised her brow, and looked behind herself [color=orange]"Goodness!"[/color] she exclaimed, gripping her seat. [color=orange]"I just mean the unconditional friendship that forms when two people spend some time together. Where we speak at times and enjoy one another's presence - why would somebody as lonely as yourself be against gaining a friend? And if I lose... I'll catch you one whole fish."[/color] the child of Thought explained, brooding over the concept as she spoke. Belvast's outright sinister glare went back to neutral. [color=B05F3C][b]"...It has to be a big fish!"[/b][/color] he says, crossing his arms. [color=B05F3C][b]"Don't think I'll let you cheat me with a sardine if I win."[/b][/color] he says, now 100% on board for this bet. [color=B05F3C][b]"I accept the terms of your bet."[/b][/color] he added on, before his third eye, as well as the portal, closed. Vesamera nodded, and with a cheery grin, proceeded to move her piece the alotted spaces that she had rolled before. [color=orange]"I'm glad we see eye to eye, friend."[/color] Giving her a cross look for a moment, Belvast rolled. [color=B05F3C][b]"Not quite friends unless you win, Miss Vesamera."[/b][/color] he said, rolling a 15. He was back in the game, though Vesamera now had a pretty good lead on him. By the skin of her teeth, Vesamera kept her steady pace with a four. [color=orange]"Like I said, Umal'Sharar and Fate dislike me."[/color] she shrugged, as if the statement was a casual remark. Belvast rolled once more, a small sum of 8, though a panel did pop up that said: "Move Forward Four Spaces", so it was more like 12. Feeling like he'd rather not lose this one, Belvast was ready to...wait, this took no actual skill. He was ready to feel lucky, then. Vesamera smiled, and rolled a ten, and managed to keep her lead. [color=orange]"You look like you're feeling lucky."[/color] Belvast nodded and kept on rolling. Truly this would be the most glorious board game battle in all of recorded history. All five pages of it. The cube floating alongside Vesamera made sure to record that fact. After hours of incessant rolling, and a very boring session, the inscrupulous board match came near its conclusion with both Vesamear, and Belvast facing head to head. Vesamera looked to Belvast, seeming much more intent than she had been through the median point of the game. [color=orange]"Your turn."[/color] Vesamera stated, and raised an eyebrow. Belvast narrowed his eyes and rubbed the four dice between his hands, before releasing them all in a clustered toss onto the board. All 6's. [color=B05F3C][b]"Yes!"[/b][/color] he said, his piece sliding forward and UP the mountain before the mountain cracked open with thunderous fury, a shiny cache of worthless geods inside. Sure was lucky that those were in the rock to begin with. Shining incandescantly, the board started losing its features as the pieces were slid back into the side-drawers and into the board itself, leaving only the cracked-open rock on the table. [color=B05F3C][b]"I believe you owe me a fish."[/b][/color] Belvast would state, smiling, very amused by the whole game. Vesamera frowned, before she smiled, and stood. [color=orange]"Direct me to the nearest river, then."[/color] she had requested, already pulling up her raggedy clothes to her knee; exposing her bare legs and feet. Belvast got up and excitedly ran through the forest, a blue portal left where he was sitting beside the board. A moment later, his head poked through the portal. [color=B05F3C][b]"Here!"[/b][/color] he said, grabbing the board and beckonin for Vesamera to follow. With a sigh, Vesamera followed Belvast, tailing him in silence - perhaps still a little miffed by losing. By stepping through, Vesamera would feel the sensation of switching vertices, as she was displaced through space and then re-placed beside a flowing, yet calm river with what appeared to be numerous fish darting past in the water quickly, sailing over tiny rapids in the river and dissapearing beneath the wake. Belvast was fixing the board back to his back with a length of vine, along with his pack of knick-knacks. Vesamera let out a light 'eep!' upon touching the chilling waters of the river, before she compulsively swipes at a passing fish, and consequently misses. She falls flat on her face, pulling her, and her long hair out of the water with a gasp. [color=orange]"Augh... The rocks are slippery over here and the fish are swift - how do you manage to catch them?"[/color] she questioned, while even now, Vesamera's Fractal Artefact chronicled her failings as a fisherwoman. Belvast yawned and demonstrated, setting his board down by the riverside, and removing his spacious hat, now showing the closing third eye as the portals closed. Swiftly, Belvast dashed across the water, actually swift enough to run atop water, his twin tails suddenly darting beneath the water as he made it to the halfway point of the river. In an instant, two decently sized fish were torn from their home and into his grasp, the two flopping in confusion and gasping for breath before he opened his mouth and bit their heads cleanly off, chewing. [color=B05F3C][b]"Ish eashy."[/b][/color] he says before finishing the two he caught off and sitting down on the riverside, drying his feet near the bank. [color=B05F3C][b]"Or you could do spearfishing. Both work well. The latter especially more if you only have one or less tails."[/b][/color] Vesamera watched the process in silence, before she let out a sigh of concentration, and with a timid foot, took a step onto the glistening surface of the water. Her soles did not sink into the liquid, but were perched as if on solid ground. With narrowed eyes, Vesamera leaned forward, and slid her right foot backwards, leaving her left to bend forward; and she targeted what appeared to be a fat, meaty trout bulleting downstream. The Demi-God took off, revealing her true nature with her immense speed, and when she brought herself to a stop fifty feet upstream, water rushed to fill the void she had created, and she held a fish in her hand for Belvast. [color=orange]"I have your fish."[/color] she called out, waving to the smol cat. Belvast stared, confused before accepting it and eating it raw as soon as he had it within his grasp. [color=B05F3C][b]"Tasty. And, with that, the wager is done. Thank you very much for playing."[/b][/color] he said before bowing his head respectfully, tails resting on the grass behind him. [color=orange]"And what will you do now?"[/color] Vesamera questioned, straining out her hair. [color=orange]"A game needs two people, after all."[/color] Belvast hummed and sat down, mulling that thought over. [color=B05F3C][b]"...I didn't really think of that at all."[/b][/color] he confessed before quickly added: [color=B05F3C][b]"I suppose I'll just play with whoever I find on my travels. Maybe I'll even make more for people to use for themselves someday."[/b][/color] Vesamera took a seat next to Belvast, and crossed her legs, looking up at the sun as it, once again, began to dip beneath the horizon, like at the start of her journey. [color=orange]"I'm going to go meet new people in far off places."[/color] Vesamera explained, and as she did, she pulled Illunabar's map from the artefact floating beside her. The divine scroll had the consistency of a tarp, and she spread it over the laps of the two. She pointed to different places all over Galbar, and said [color=orange]"I'm travelling here, here, here, here, and here. Perhaps you could come travel with me? I've found that being alone on my journey has proven to be... Boring."[/color] Vesamera finished, and parted her lips into a smile. [color=orange]"You could meet luckier opponents than I, even."[/color] Belvast hummed in thought before he patted off his hat, placing it back atop his scalp. [color=B05F3C][b]"I don't care for luck. I just want to see more things."[/b][/color] he stated before he looked at her. [color=B05F3C][b]"And I don't think you're being honest with me about much Miss."[/b][/color] he said, no clear animosity in his tone at all, just curiosity. Vesamera tipped her head [color=orange]"Would you like me to?"[/color] she asked. Belvast nodded. [color=B05F3C][b]"Very much so."[/b][/color] he says, tails entwined and swishing behind him as he anticipated her answer. The wandering scholar shrugged, then pulled her clothing down from her shoulder to reveal her flat, featureless chest; the lack of breasts made it appear as if she were a man, at a glance. But if Belvast just looked at the stark curvature of her body, she had a very feminine disposition carved into her body. She let her clothes remain at her waist, enjoying the sun upon her bare, genderless chest. [color=orange]"I am the child of Thought and Chaos, I am the Demi-God of Emotion, a genderless representation of all sentient creatures. I am on this journey, under the pen name of Vesamera the Wandering Scholar to better acquaint myself with mortal culture; and to chronicle the world as we know it. I like you, and would like you to be my friend, as it's hard to find other immortals in this world that are not too infatuated with something else to pay me any mind... As a plus, you seem like a kind soul, and I would rather take you under my wing before somebody else does, there are many evils in this world, most of which would attempt to take advantage of you and your power - given the chance. That's me being honest."[/color] Vesamera admitted. [color=orange]"My real name is Lifprasil, the King of Kings, but call me Vesamera for now."[/color] Belvast let Lifprasil talk before he noticed the fact that his...her...he didn't know anymore...'s chest was flat. Curiously, he batted at it softly with one paw before staring blankly. [color=B05F3C][b]"How do you use the bathroom!?"[/b][/color] he questioned, suddenly realizing the implication of being genderless, basically ignoring most of what Lifprasil said. Vesamera chuckled, looking up at the clear blue sky. [color=orange]"I don't have to do such things, I'm not a mortal creature. I don't have to sleep either, but I've become infatuated with it. It's relaxing."[/color] she said. Belvast's expression grew ever more distant and blank. He thought he had to poo his entire life...how much time had he wasted these past millenia with deficating!? Falling on his back to look up at the clear sky, Belvast said: [color=B05F3C][b]"But I have to..."[/b][/color] in a somewhat sad tone. He didn't like having a butt. Vesamera fell on her back too, and rested her head on her arms. [color=orange]"You can if you want. I find it unpleasant. So what do you say, wanna come with me?"[/color] she asked, patting Belvast's tiny nose with a finger. Belvast shuddered as his nose was patted. It felt good, but also unpleasant...so many nerves. Turning on his side, Belvast nodded, closing his eyes. [color=B05F3C][b]"I wouldn't mind. Though I don't know how long you plan to wander...I plan for indefinitely."[/b][/color] he stated, tails flopping flat against the grass. Vesamera smiled, and pulled up her clothes, so that she was covered once again. [color=orange]"That sounds fine."[/color] she said, and began to pet the Demi-Cat as he fell asleep. She'd confided to wait to let Belvast sleep until morn, so that he would be ready to pursue Vulamera on her own, harrowing journey.