[center][h1] ACT I, SCENE I [/h1] [/center]
[center] [h2] Belaro: [/h2] [/center]

[center] The flash of light was first white, and then mellowed into a sombre black. Yet there were lights in the darkness. After some time, a new color emerged- a reddish gold. The golden hue formed itself into beauty, long limbed, and youthful, with clear eyes and a long curled mane of golden red hair. Belaro smiled, and began to whistle. 
As he whistled, a lyre appeared in his hands, and with preternatural skill that was beyond anything any other being would ever approach, played. The music was carefree and happy, a tune so inspiring that it shaped the universe around the fey God. A boat formed around the God, crafted of undying reeds. It drifted on the will of it's master, and could become as large and as small as it needed to be, taking any form at all. The boat could move between any world that existed, traveling on mysterious currents that none but the most attentive of Gods could see. Belaro stopped his music for a while, and watched out from his boat the other gods craft and forge and whisper worlds and beings into concept. 
The Wandering Prince looked at this, and then looked back at the lyre in his hands. Should he leave his comfort and help toil to shape the planes? 
Thinking on it, the god returned to playing his music, and started to sing in a clear voice. As he sang, the boat expanded in size and several beings came to sit in the bottom of the boat, naked and wondering. It was a small huddle of two legged and and two armed and one headed creatures, all with hair at the top of their heads. Belaro stopped singing, and looked down at the creatures. 
"I call that piece, 'Humans'. Do you like it? I named it after you." 
The humans nodded, awestruck at their God. 
"Good. I will continue to sing for you. Listen and learn, so you can become what you are meant to become."

And so Belaro sang, and he sung of what it meant to live, and to be mortal, and to think. And the humans began to understand, and they started to talk earnestly amongst themselves, as they dwelt in the safety of the boat. [/center]

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[u]Create Artifact-5AP-Belaro's lyre:[/u] The first instrument to ever exist. It grants the power to control the minds of all that hear it. It reduces the AP cost of all Concepts by 1 point. 

[u]Create Artifact-5 AP Belaro's craft:[/u] The divine vessel of Belaro, it typically takes the form of a reed boat. Although it can appear as any method of transportation, from chariot to carriage to clipper to a walking stick. It can expand to hold as many passengers needed. While traveling in the craft, one can go anywhere, slipping between planes without the need for an existing link between them. 

[u]Create Sentient- AP Life-Humans:[/u] Mortal beings created by the Wandering One, Belaro. It's likely that if you look in the mirror, you'll know what they look like. The favored children of their God, they posses his tendencies; curiosity, passion, and a love of storytelling. They first came into being in the bottom of Belaro's boat, sitting at his feet listening to him sing. 

16 AP-5 AP Create Artifact, -5 AP Create Artifact, -2 AP, Create Sentient Race= 4 AP left
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