[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjEyOC5lN2ViZTYuUVcxaGNuVERyV0UsLjA,/old-type-personal-use.regular.png[/img] [color=gray][i]the Seven Sins[/i][/color] [img]https://40.media.tumblr.com/4f0c243d80adb7364cfdd22110297d81/tumblr_o2t1ksU5vW1u5gf80o1_500.png[/img] [color=9e0b0f]the All-Beauty[/color] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjg4LjAwMDAwMC5WR2hsSUVWNVpTQnZaaUJEYVhCb1pYSSwuMAAA/hieroglyphic.regular.png[/img][/center] Nguxhil did not appreciate White Giants. White Giants did not appreciate them. It was, they tended to think, a fair enough set of circumstances, into which they happily enough played their role. But Nguxhil was a wanderer, one of the fair folken, and there were many other realms and roles to explore, and many other places to leave their offerings. Some safer than others. Today Nguxhil was female, and her name was Nimble. Nimble did not wander like Nguxhil did. She was more of a scurrying kind. In Nguxhil's body, carrying in a net-bound cluster on her back all of Nguxhil's possessions and in her upper-left hand the decorated staff around which Nguxhil's fae orbited lazily, Nimble hopped delicately on her only leg up and down the large and growing waste midden to the far side of the Place of People. The fingers of her hands and her foot and her twitchy tongue darted out to sample the refuse, tasting rancid fish, mouldy yams, and a great deal of crude mason-rubble, scouting around for interesting shapes of bone. The Place of People had a name, she knew. She could pronounce it, like she could pronounce anything. Like she could listen in on the roughly conflicting dialects and pidgin-banter of the city's rapidly heaved-together culture and know every word and where it had come from and the subtleties that were lost as it was used. It was interesting, curious. Abruptly Nimble hopped from the refuse heap, travelling twice her considerable bodylength in a single bound, arced, and finished her somersault on the flat-topped roof of one of the houses, a lightly plastered surface of wooden slats that [i]dum[/i]'d at her landing. She opened her lower-hands and smelt the fresh construction with them. It was a smell that characterised the city. Nimble hopped on in this way, smelling, touching, looking, stealing. A flute went abruptly missing from a street-player's hands and spun a wild, grating tune from the merry monster before being discarded. Meals had bites stolen from them, straight out of hands. Odd designs were scratched into plaster. Nimble mapped the stamped-down earthen streets in her head, gauging the emotions of the city, exploring. Planning. Amartía left the comfort of the Purple Sand, ridding himself of his Sloth. He body rose from the dunes and gazed at his ever growing city. A large number of Hain, Rovaik and Human had gathered together to build Xerxes, which he was proud of. He found it daunting, though. Hain, Rovaik, Human, they all meant little to him but toys to pay with. No. More like collectables. He protected, provided, and nurtured them as his toys. His Greed made him that way unfortunately. Suddenly, another Sin appeared, a great one that didn't belong to him. This was a sin that trumped those of Xerxes, or the Illumi. It became and itch under his skin, a tick he couldn't quite get rid of. Gluttony. It angered him, annoyed him, intrigued him. Licking his lips, he turned to the direction that the Sin emanated from. It came from no normal force, it oozed from a being he didn't regonize. Quickly padding through the streets he knew oh so well, he came upon his culprit, a whirlwind of Gluttony. [color=gray]"Gluttony! What do you seek?"[/color] he called gazing at the being greedily. Nimble stopped dead still in the middle of a road, still licking a piece of unbaked terracotta clay which she dropped only reluctantly. This one was quick, quicker than she was. Had found her effortlessly, though she did not remember seeing him before. She leaned in, cautious, narrowing her eyes, examining the red newcomer that seemed so... Dignified. Soon enough she leaned back out, bouncing her weight restlessly on her foot. The human-like figure was unarmed, but Nimble doubted it was wise to venture too far into his personal space. Not with this one. And it had been talking at her. That was strangest of all. "I'm..." Said Nimble's lower-left hand, uncertain of how the words worked. "Looking up down out and in for the things that are the things I want," said her lower-right, its words bouncing nervously, much like she did. The mouth in her face was mute. "Are you," said the two hands together, as if prompted to do so. "Are you one of the ones who do the deeds done to the world from the not in the world?" Nimble swivelled, suddenly very uncomfortable, and hopped sideways, backing away in the direction of the closest plot of land left to greenery. She seemed unable to move her gaze away from Amartia, though she turned her neck at a sharp angle to avoid standing face-to-face. Amartía stood warily watching the being move and speak. He was on edge, ita Gluttony calling to him, his own Greed threatening to overwhelm him. But he held himself back, which was a difficult thing to do, he was holding back the very thing that made him a demi-god. Bystanders watched silently and in awe of the being and their Enas. The pounding of hammers and and yelling of Goblin, Human and Hain ringed out throughout the growing city. Looking for things it wanted, sounded lik Greed to him. But his Greed quickly bit back, did it dare to take what belonged to him? The light of his eyes flared for a moment before diying down. He pushed his Greed down and watched the creature move, its eyes never leaving his. Wearily, but with Pride in his voice, he answered the creatures question. [color=gray]"If you are referring to the massive coming together of people on this location, and the building of this great city-state Xerxes, and its loyalily allied conglomerate of Tribes and people forming under the name of Amestris!"[/color] he pronounced, he hand sweeping across the air as a gesture. [color=Gray]"Then yes, it was I."[/color] he finished, his voice flat. There was a moment in which it seemed to be Nimble's turn to speak. When she passed it up, the onlookers either dispersed or decided to stay for good, their curiousity only drawing more. Nimble prodded a small human in the chest with the staff in her upper-hands just to give herself room to back up further. "That isn't," began one of her palms, wet its lips, and went on. "You [i]did[/i] this- You made Xerxes." It needed no repetition. Amartia knew what he had done, and was abundantly confident. "He was the man who brought together the men who were brought here." Nimble didn't want to stay, but she'd stopped moving, and she raised one of her lower-hands to her ear, then the other. She was whispering to herself, very urgently. "Have you," Nimble blurted suddenly, her whole body tensing up. "Have you known the name of the one who has the knowing?" Then she seemed to tire of what she was doing, or seeing, or hearing. [i]"Is the name of Y'vahn spoken by this people!"[/i] Both hands clapped together and pressed against the mouth in Nimble's face. For once, her eyes left Amartia, and seemed to understand the sway of the bystanders. This was [i]his[/i] crowd. "I mean," she whispered, startled by her own yell, and clearly not about to take up the subject again. "Who is the speaker who I'm speaking to?" Amartía's eyes narrowed, the green light eminating from them becoming narrow slits. Its speech was begining to incur his Wrath, but he beat it down, forcing his anger back. It spoke of beings or objects he knew little of. He hadn't been born more that a few years, maybe a few decades back. Time seemed to have lost all meaning to Amartía, his age was irrevelant though. Stepping forward, he mulled over its words. Y'vahn. Was that not the unusual god that the Roavik were familiar with, maybe worshiped? He wasn't to sure. Roavik worshipped a plethora of gods and godesses, many in which Amartía had little knowlegde of. Rubbing his bald head, he took another tentative step twoards the being, who seemed to weary of him. As he stepped forward, it stepped back. Unusual. Quickly the being changed the subject, covering its mouth as if it had spoken a taboo. Interesting. Sloth suddenly overcame Amartía, and with quick gesture to a human child, a cushioned seat was brought to him, and another for the being infront of him, if it could even sit at that. Nodding to the child, he took a seat, leaning forward and placing his fist on his chin and his elbow on his knee. More children gathered around the seated Amartía, trusting in his guidance and proection, despite whatever pain they may have felt from being so close to him. They looked on eagerly as he spoke to the unsual being. [color=gray]"You are speaking to the Énas of this land. The king, the emperor. A demi-god of Chaos.[/color] he affirmed, watching the creature carfully. [color=gray]"May I get the honor of knowing who I'm speaking to."[/color] he coaxed. If he had a mouth, he would have been smiling at that moment, unfortunately he didn't. "I'm Nimble," replied the lower-right hand immediately, reassuringly, and from the left: "But I'm not- That's not- [i]All.[/i]" She was looking down at the seated Énas, though she didn't feel that way at all. It was like trying to talk to someone from around a corner. Slowly, uncomfortably, Nimble kneeled, balancing on her knuckles. Respect, or maybe fear. A small goblin, either imitating its companions or acting with the genuine goodwill of a child, offered her a small cushion, which she promptly started to chew on. "[i]She[/i] says she knows another one." Pause, listen, speak again. "She wants to know this one too." There in the middle of the street two strange beings looked at one another. Nimble was forcing herself to ignore the crowd, facing the regal thing in front of her, listening to hands that whispered sudden, sharp phrases, debating something that wasn't there. "It's too-" "He might-" "You can't-" After a pause, she held out both palms. "Would you will," Nimble breathed, "To talk to the one who talks to me? Will you know she who knows the other Emperor with goodwill? Would you let her talk to you with me, and just let me be?" Amartía was at a lose for words. Children watched, whispering silently as the one named 'Nimble' spoke, in its oh so unusual way. Some snikered as Nimble began to chew on her cushion, but he payed no attention. Who was it speaking of? It was beyond him. He remained silent for a few seconds before speaking. [color=gray]"Who is 'She'?[/color] he said tentatively, the green light of his eyes dimming. "The grey mountain, far far away," came a faint murmur. "The whisper of inspiration." Glancing at her out held palm, he slowly reached for them, careful not to scare the unusual creature, it seemed jumpy enough at it was. [color=gray]"Yes.[/color] he affirmed, allowing his Pride to rid his soul of his nervousness. A king was never nervous. [color=Gray]"Allow for her to speak though you."[/color] His fingertips were soon enough pinched by Nimble's own, between thumb and index. She was nodding, though not, it seemed, to Amartia. "Alright. Alright." Nod. "Please." Nguxhil's body closed its eyes, and spoke in a voice so well pleased it was almost sultry. [colour=9e0b0f]"Thank you, Nimble."[/colour] They opened. Amartia's fingers were released and the new speaker delicately wiped a thread of cushion from her smiling mouth, sitting still, a great deal of tension released from her shoulders. [colour=9e0b0f]"I hope to believe we are well met, Énas of Amestris, even though we have not yet shared names. You have been guarding yours, I see. Very well. I am Jvan. I am the All-Beauty."[/colour] The onlookers recognised the shift, if not the name, at least not the way the stranger spoke it. There was a little more quiet on Nimble's side of the street. One of the hain gave a shiver, and knew not why. [colour=9e0b0f]"And these tribes are yours. Congratulations on your work."[/colour] Now she grinned. [colour=9e0b0f]"Welcome to my family, little brother godling."[/colour] For a few seconds, Amartía was silent. Watching Nimble with curious eyes. It wasn't every day that one was greeted by a being as unique as this one. He was slightly put off by her. The beings multiple mouth which spoke in garbled touges. But as the Prideful being that he was, he neglected to show it. It was difficult to show emotions with a face like his anyway. Suddenly, there was a shift on the air, and it showed on Nimble. It looked as if a weight had been lifted of her shoulders, and her whole demeanor changed. It was startling. His arms fell to his lap once she let go, and instantly, he grew wary. Nimble's Gluttony had disappeared, replaced with an unusual emptiness. The fact that Nimble began to refer to herself in the third person proved that it was a different being speaking. [color=gray]"Jvan…[/color] he mumbled despondently, looking at Nimble in a new light. Her presence brought with it a new weight on his shoulders. Her voice reminded him of the beauty of the jungle in which he had the opportunity to explore. It seemed that he wasn't the one who noticed the shift in the air. The moment that name was uttered many Hain who watched, both children and adult shuddered. Greed suddenly over took him, but he beat it down once again. Once regaining control over his emotions. He turned to the being, kneeling on one knee in a show of respect. His Pride attempted to stop him but he beat it down, like he did all his vices since he met this being. [color=Gray]"I thank you for the welcome and praises. I am not worthy. You are the first of all the gods to approach me since my birth…or rebirth.[/color] he replied, slowly looking up at the goddess, whispering on the last word. Almost instantly he was able to deduce that she was a god. The idea of a family was an interesting, but he knew better than to believe her. If he knew one thing about this world and its gods, Chaos gods weren't exactly loved. It was an evil but much needed element. [color=gray]"I am the embodiment of all Sin. Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Pride. Amartía.[/color] he proclaimed, his words surprisingly silent. His Greed began to crawl up his throat, he wanted that power, this ability to change the atmosphere of an area with just ones voice. This Jvan fascinated him, and he quickly became infatuated. He craved godhood. [colour=9e0b0f]"Amartía..."[/colour] A good name. A new name, reborn or no. If the Lord of Sin had a predecessor, Jvan did not know who it was. [colour=9e0b0f]"The first, you say? Then the privilege is mine, Énas. You've earned what I've said. Maybe more."[/colour] The body looked around, relaxedly. Jvan liked the development. She liked what it [i]did[/i]. Bringing together people brought together different shapes, different minds, different tools and tricks, and from them made more. This, most likely, was what so possessed Lifprasil to form a unified empire of all things. [colour=9e0b0f]"But this is different. This is[i] quite [/i]different, in execution, at least."[/colour] [color=Gray]"I pride myself in doing things differently."[/color] he chimed. Was it because, unlike the High Lifprasilians, the people of Xerxes came from no shared creed or name or history? Or because all they had they had made themselves, with only one deity among them? Jvan looked over the variety of persons around her, and found it hard to tell. [colour=9e0b0f]"All Sin. All... Desires of the individual, I suppose. Seems strange, that one community may be put together so [i]neatly[/i] from the many. From chaos."[/colour] Nguxhil's body tilted its head a little. [colour=9e0b0f]"Forgive me some old emotions, Énas, but seeing you, seeing what you do, it's... Pleasing. There are many Chaotic gods. One has rebelled against the rest of us, sowing destruction prematurely. Another is an- Abomination, that has invaded this world from elsewhere, under a divine guise. A third is wise, but has made certain... Dangerous mistakes. And now this! A turn of events!"[/colour] Jvan spoke directly to Amartía, ignoring the people who were giving her strange form and talk of dark powers a wide berth, gravitating towards their masked sovereign. [colour=9e0b0f]"But why? Why do you create these forms you do? That I want to know."[/colour] Pride rushed through Amartía. It wasn't an evil or am arrogant pride. It was a Pride in ones hard work, in ones creation. One could consider it a good Pride. But was any Pride truly good? It was called a Sin for a reason, he knew that oh so well. Nodding in agreement with her first statement, he took a seat once again. The childrens excited chatter soon became silent as they observed the conversation between deities. Listening to Jvan, he made sure to take note of her presence, to understand for future reference. When he became a god, he wanted to exude such power. It was as if she commanded the floor. The crowd gathered around began to shift to his side, which he welcomed. As she spoke of his Chaotic brethren he frowned. In end, he would be no better. Chaos gods would be Chaos gods. His Chaos was a creative force, just like Order. The universe could not function without one, or the other. Sin knew that well. His green eyes began to dim as he mulled over the goddess's question. Why? Why did he go through so much troble to create this empire? He had only been born a few years, may decades back. The answer was simple, Greed. [color=Gray]"I could lie. I could say that I wanted to unite the people to protect them,[/color] he began. [color=gray]"But in truth, it was my avarice that compelled me to do all this. I am the living embodiment of Greed. From the moment I stepped foot in this land, I wanted it people for myself. I consider them my pets. I will protect them, feed them, and provide for them like so."[/color] he explained simply. He could care less of her opinion. His [colour=9e0b0f]"Pets,"[/colour] repeated the voice of Jvan, tapping the fingers of her upper-hands. [colour=9e0b0f]"Illunabar, characters. Lifprasil, equals, Teknall, students. Myself, artworks. And now Amartía, pets."[/colour] The corner of Nimble's mouth twitched upwards, and the her other hand continued. [colour=9e0b0f]"Why do you seem concerned about what your feelings are? You are the king, the emperor, a demi-god of Chaos! And mortals are mortal. Pretty, but mortal. Express yourself!"[/colour] She laughed, and trailed off into a slight groan. [colour=9e0b0f]"Just don't destroy what hasn't yet come to fruition. Enough is enough."[/colour] A shake of the head. If the puppet body had ever been as confident as Amartía, it certainly wasn't now. [colour=9e0b0f]"Enough is enough."[/colour] Amartía laughed at that. He liked this god. He hoped that other gods would be as kind and friendly as Jvan was. Buy he knew better than to believe such things. Gods were benevolent beings who didn't understand the stuggles of mortals unless they walked among them. As thr god of Sin, he understood the struggles of mortal and god alike. No being in this universe was perfect. There was a faint sigh. [colour=9e0b0f]"Well, they're yours now. Keep them. Enjoy being young."[/colour] Nimble's form hopped to her foot, suddenly, stretching. Someone flinched. [colour=9e0b0f]"Pets? I guess I also have a few pets, though none call me Énas, and they feed themselves well enough. You're looking at one now. My initiate to the arts, my Sculptor, to ornament the world. We have some things in common, Greed. Or Lust. I make what inspires my own excitement."[/colour] That was no doubt true. She may have not reeked of it, or oozed it. But Amartía could see her Sins, feel it, and no doubt he unconsciously fed from it. Lifting the staff, she made a wide gesture with it, pointing to all the assembled, looking them in the eye. [colour=9e0b0f]"Pets, indeed! As for this one, you can keep her. She's frightened of you, but she'll stick around Xerxes. And others will come. Sculptors are scarce and wily, but I think we can share. Enjoy the ornaments."[/colour] [color=gray]"Sculptor...[/color] he mumbled in fascination. Another toy to keep for himself, how delightful. He was grateful to the god, a god who Greed was able to be set aside. It was difficult for his Greed to give up anything in his possession, but his Pride would over shadow that. A note of business returned to Jvan, back with the same grin, the same intimate enthusiasm. [colour=9e0b0f]"What am I saying, now? I mustn't let my students just wander about your workbench without a token of goodwill. Mm, Énas Amartía, Lord of Greed, what do you say? Do you think we can share a gift, or is it too soon, too strange?"[/colour] Smiling, Amartía stood in front of the Sculptor who Jvan spoke through. [color=Gray]"I am the embodiment of all Sin. My insatiable Greed will no doubt allow me to take what is given to me without question. I share this gift.[/color] he proclaimed. The children watched on, planing to imitate this conversation between deites later. A Tedar craftsman was careful to step around them, carrying loads of wood and stone. Reflex flicked Nguxhil's eyes to the movement of the passerby. When they refocused, it seemed Jvan had had a thought, which she punctuated with a raised finger above her speaking mouth. [colour=9e0b0f]"No, not without question. I could build you a tower, only to let it fall when you need it most. This is [i]your[/i] opportunity. Create. Take control. It shall be given to you, only ask."[/colour] Jvan tensed her loaned body and made it spring in a high flip, backwards, back onto one of the many neat rooftops of Xerxes. Its shadow flowed onto the street, herself lit by a bright sky where the ring of Lex glittered above. It seemed she was soon to release Nimble, but for now, she stood square, gripping Nimble's staff like a scepter in her upper-hands. [colour=9e0b0f]"Speak, then, and the flesh will listen patiently. Show these eyes the design of your desire!"[/colour] Amartía watched in awe as Nimble jumped onto a roof with one foot with little effort at all. Young children oh'ed and ah'ed as their Enas followed suit, jumping onto the roof next to the god, who seemed to be losing control. Gazing upon his land, he grew Wrathful at the large open patches of land that appeared . He planed to use them for his palace and for temples of woship to the other gods. Then then quickly realized his opportunity, Jvan was giving him the opportunity to build his palace in his image, and that he would do. He wanted something that would set Xerxes apart from the world, something that would set Amestris apart. Slowly, it came to him. He would create a structure that would represent his power and the power of the Illumi. He would watch from the heavens. Then idea came to him. [color=gray]"A grand structure that no being has ever seen before. I want this structure to stand in the designated stops in which has been left. The largest standing in the very middle. A building with a quadrilateral base, representing the four corners of Amestris' power, which will rise to a triangular point standing some 500 cubits into the sky, and occupy an area of 20 acres. Where the point meets, I wish for the eye signifies my perseverance over the people."[/color] he proclaimed. Truly a palace fit for a king. Mouthing the words as he spoke them, Jvan closed her eyes and calculated. [colour=9e0b0f]"Grand temples... A monolith to claim the heavens. An Eye all-seeing."[/colour] From her pedestal she folded her right hands over her chest and extended the left, and made a low bow. [colour=9e0b0f]"It is done. Good choice- I'll build it with pleasure. See it as a sign of your dominion and my goodwill to it, Amartía, until we meet again."[/colour] Nguxhil's body gazed out over the empty spaces, and seemed to see something that wasn't yet there. Then it was sent down into the street, leaving Sin alone to stand above all. She gestured up high, to the ring of Lex, and spoke for the last time with the same hand. [colour=9e0b0f]"Watch the skies, Énas!"[/colour] Then the Sculptor was quiet. Nimble blinked, and pivoted, glancing quickly to take in the streetwalkers and artisans around her. She flinched when she looked up, saw the demigod there, and turned from him. This time her own eyes did not betray her, and Nimble fled, pursuing her own way, skidding in the dust until she regained her balance and fell into a hasteful bound. Far down the street she looked, briefly, over her own shoulder, and was gone. The usual city noise. Barter and labour. Ownership and debt. Bricks and fabric. [center]* * * * *[/center] Thoughts of his potential palace and the beauty of his places of worship for the gods insighted Greed to take over. No longer woud his Envy eat at his soul, now his Greed would soon be saited, and he would have the opportunity to enjoy and create the best things on life. That was what Sin was, was it not? All the best things in life. Amartía closed his eyes, leaning against the pillar on the roof of a fairly large home looking over the large clearing in which his palace was to fall, breathing in the last of the long day. He allowed the children to play with the frays of his garments, the glow from the other end of it matched the sunset before him. He found himself watching the sunsets recently, no Sin there. The way things were going so far had a calming effect on him and soothed his sanity which threatened to slip away from him with every passing day. Sin wasn't exactly an easy constant to deal with, especially around a god. The the season cast an orange haze above the horizon, lighting up the sky as if lit by fire, yet the haze was so crisp and clear. The sun, like a large, grandeur orange fireball in the distance was partially cloaked by the hanging clouds, which were all splashed with the random colors of hot pinks, reds and even hints of purples and blues accented by the Rings of Lex. The sun was so large that he felt he could almost touch it. It seemed to look at him with a dull glare, knowing that it's beauty and the planet's dependence on it for survival made up for it. Quite an amazing feet preformed by the gods, or a god. He wasn't sure, Tedar and Goblin always spoke of a god called. . .Tinkall? The sun which had it's time to shine for the time it was given, seemed to whipser "Farewell" to the world as it sunk lower and lower in a lazy manner; almost as if it never wanted to leave. [color=Gray]"Watch the sunset…"[/color] he mumbled despondently. A young goblin suddenly screamed in awe and pointed at the sky. He was tempted to kill the child for yelling in his ear, his Wrath bubbling forth, but a massive shadow soon warranted his attention. Leaning off the pillar, he walked over to the ledge of the building, gazing at the massive object apparently falling from the sky. A cool breeze passed, making him laugh wildly. He let the wind run against his bald head, almost like a human touch. It had been a while since he had been touched by another or even shook another's hand. The first in a while had been Nimble's. Then again, he hardly trusted anyone. Only those who he made loyal to him, his pets, were who he could trust. He looked at the massive object again. The sun was almost as orange as the sky, like a ghost almost, but the shadow some how ate the sun. Yet even from behind the shadow, it seemed to stare at him; a silent ball of wonderment that was really a raging ball of Hellish fury. Soon the shadow became an object, and then a creature, a bloated behemoth that sank on its wings, trailing fog as it passed through the clouds. It dragged against the air, stalling its momentum on a tail spread into a vast parachute, until it collapsed onto the ground where his massive palace was to be before. Heavy sprays of earth dotted the air and settled. The monster's wings drooped, and frayed as they decomposed, along with its tail. Its dying body heaved on, twisting itself into shapes that soon became recognisable. What looked so solid and heavy began to unfold, almost to bloom, as the cramped skeleton righted itself into angles and struts. The immense bulk that had sunk into the earth was already excavating itself, hollowing out, and rising from the center. Not chaos, was this ungainly fall, for a [url=https://nightwandering.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/beksinski_cathedral.jpg]tower[/url] was burgeoning from the grave, a pillar to hold up a monument for the ages. The cathedral stretched, higher and higher, shedding residue only for those remains to fall into place at its feet- Nothing was wasted. [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c7/45/d5/c745d56376eccb9684f20fab6f6d7829.jpg]Inner bowels[/url] of the carcass were revealed as its flesh rearranged itself into the outlines of halls, amphitheatres, spiralling stairwells. They formed pipes and walkways, inner walls and secret passages of metallic organs, filling all the manner of industrial function. Abruptly the spread halted when it reached the edge of the allotted space, and an [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/32/cc/4a/32cc4a4874ad69d3959a18bbec82cbb9.jpg]elegant[/url] [url=http://img09.deviantart.net/25be/i/2016/041/e/5/burnished_metalwork_by_grahamsym-d9r8e3r.png]facade[/url] began to knit itself together, sealing the architecture into a grand pyramid. At ascending central spire, whole layers of architecture were being shed. Here the temple was growing faster than its own support, its shadow reaching over the entire city in the low light, faster and faster as the sky grew darker. And when the sun finally died, the peak of the pyramid was breached. A carmine mist billowed and faded, and the great Eye [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/de/5b/fe/de5bfe27a1a8adba221764e81cbfaa65.jpg]opened[/url]. Under its shadow, more constructors began to fall from the sky, landing on the specifc spots which were dedicated. They descended and unfurled quickly, forming foundations, pillars, simple ceilings, which would one day be painted in the colours of divinity, and built upon to match. But standing supreme, closing and reopening on a different face of the peak to greet each temple, was the Eye. Gesturing to the monumental pyramid in the center of his city. He turned to the children, who gazed at the monolith. [color=gray]"Look upon my abode! A wonder of the world!"[/color] he proclaimed. The children, and many of Xerxes inhabitants were speechess, just they way he liked it. His voice boomed. [color=gray]"My palace will be appropriately named... The Cipher!"[/color] Suddenly, the Énas disappeared from the sight of the children. As the sun set and darkness blanketed over the land, they were greeted by the massive, [b]Eye of Cipher.[/b] [hider=Amartía Confirmed] A Sculptor, who is at the time called Nimble, ventures into the city of Xerxes to look for interesting knicknacks and plan its next work. It steals some food, among other things, and its gluttony is noticed by Amartía. Amartía, curious, investigates the creature. Nimble is uncomfortable in his presence, but is urged to interact with him by the voice of Jvan. The latter two struggle to compromise, and communicate awkwardly. After grandly introducing himself, Amartía is given the offer to speak directly to Jvan, using Nimble's body as a vessel. Jvan greets Amartía warmly, and admires his creative efforts in bringing the city together out of many races and creeds. Amartía in turn finds his ambitions of godhood fuelled by the obvious authority hidden behind the possessed cultist. Curious about his motivations, Jvan learns more about the new demigod. Though Amartía is cautious about her reaction to his Sinful nature, she generally approves and enables his greed and possessiveness towards the lives of his people. Jvan tries to spread goodwill by offering to leave Nimble and other Sculptors hanging around Xerxes, knowing that Amartía is fond of collecting mortal pets. Upon realising that it isn't really much of a gift, she offers him a better one of his choice. Amartía, of course, requests an enormous palace, as well as smaller temples so that his pets can have functional worship. The request is granted for [b]1 Might[/b]. Nimble resumes control of her body and exits the stressful situation. At sunset that very same day, a number of enormous flying animals descend from Ovaedis. Upon making landfall they promptly die, and their cadavers decompose/recompose into magnificent architecture. The largest temple is Amartía's palace, an enormous pyramid that watches over the city with its eye, symbolising the powerful, mysterious, dangerous, but currently benevolent force that controls the city and its mortal government- No references there whatsoever. The pyramid is unfurnished, but otherwise complete and equipped with everything it needs to function as a cultural hub of administration, technology, art and ceremony. Probably a fortress too if need be. Smaller constructors land on other designated sites in Xerxes. Their contributions are incomplete, but have firm foundations and architectural skeletons (literal skeletons) with some walls, roofs and pillars, which makes them ideal blank slates to turn into deity-specific temples with diverse shapes and functions. Amartía names his palace the Eye of Cipher as his people stand awestruck. [b]Jvan 1 Might Ambient 0 Might in Ovaedis 2 Free Points Level Four Amartía 0 Might 0 Free Points Level Two[/b][/hider]