[center][h3]Chapter III: Assembly - The Hidden Nexus [/h3][/center]
[center][i]The Gods[/i][/center]

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Learn from me traveler,
I am tranquil and quiet,
But speak in heavy volumes.
Roam within my halls free, 
And take what you can use,
Return to me that is my due.
You may enter if you pass.

what I am?
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Sand. Sand as far as the eye could see. Each grain offering insight into the very fabric of existence. Yet there was still limited understanding. Though great their powers are, his children could not grasp the concepts they wrote out. Instead like a machine, copying forth the symbols from one text and engraving them into the surface of a stone block. And the work was never done, for the Tome of Apotheosis held an infinite number of pages within its finite volume. A true work of the gods as X left his artifact to their care. For the bold shall be rewarded most appropriately. With either the clarity of madness, or insanity of truth. With one hand X shall lift you from your feeble mind into enlighten, and with the other, crush your psyche until the shattered dust mixes into the desert sand. And there the god floated above his sacred text, his hands clasped together with his forefingers to lips. He saw that it was good, the others have created their world, their pieces of the realms. But none so far have undone his actions to weave the other side away. There shall be no interference from the other side, the world beyond the forbidden well.

What a curiosity the other gods have made. The first which X shall call the Architect, for it has crafted words and forces without life itself, has set into motion the spheres. Spheres which revolve and turn, placed around another as they were set upon the invisible lines. Lines which could be felt like strings of automatic, and yet there more forces which the Architect had made. Perhaps a worthy ally, perhaps a worthy adversary. Time shall tell, as X watched the movements of the celestial spheres. How they moved in their orderly ways around the eye of the Forger. Yes, the entity which has created the brilliantly warm sun was called the Forger by X, for she had created life just as he did, an artifact as he did, and wove herself a plane as he did. The actions she took, mimicking his own, as to be expected, for X was thought in itself. Not to renege the cart before the horse, however, it was never because you think therefore you are in the case of the mystical god X. For X, it was rather: because I am, therefore you Think.

And there were still more. The Shepard, who bore a flame to guide her creations to her plane. These souls, things which she had tied to the rest of creation from this point forth, for his children were far older than the creation of souls. They would not be reaped in to be burned by the flames which she lured them with. The Sphinx Freedom has already escaped the realm of X in favour to pursue the eye of the Forger, and yet, in the creature's death, his essence shall return to his god. No such rest will they find expect in joining their creator. For with each passing Sphinx, X will regain more and more of himself, empowered by his original investment. Then there was the Wanderer, for he wove no such plane and made no such home for himself. But rather a vessel to which to the other planes he may roam. What more shall the gods make of their own design? Most curiously the Wanderer has made revelry with his creation the Humans. A living thing of soft flesh and mortal coil, weak but potent in the mind, and potency was power for X could sense their curiosity. Perhaps just like their creator, these Humans too would let their minds wander far and wide, some may even one day read from the book open beneath him. What fine creations the others have made.

Slowly he spread his hands apart, his gifts materializing between them, like shimmering moths they fluttered in the space created. One flew up, spiraling higher and higher as X turned his palms, one face up and the other face down over the Tome of Apotheosis. The other spark of thought floated down into the open pages, the will of X becoming known to the artifact. There was another task his Children shall complete, for a realm of sand was merely a realm of sand. His artifact needed to be housed, protected, restricted from use such that no mortal would know the secrets of the other universe. And for this necessity X granted his Sphinges, and by the powers of the all-text: all other creations that sought to pursue it, the concepts of Masonry. To turn stone into walls, and walls into buildings, and buildings into sanctums, the knowledge of Masonry bestowed with the new task set for this children to create him an acropolis of knowledge, and lay the foundations of his temple. And may the same blocks which would have been carved into the sands, now become brick and stone to build such an order.

And of the second thought which was bestowed, upon them, and only them, his faithful, they were given insight into Architectural Engineering. For the build a wall was simple, as to make brick and lay them upon each other was unquestionably easy, but to make something that would stand above the rest of the world? A tower to reach the heavens? A pillar to scrape the sky? That would require more thought to which X whispered the secrets of Architecture to the ears of his children, teaching them and instructing them in the ways to build something worthy of the gods. Now arose from the desert sands, within a turn of the hourglass, his Children the Sphinges completed their task. To create the that which would house the forbidden Artifacts, all knowledge and serve as a home for them and their Father for all eternity. There block by block, a widen based and pointed cap, they erected the Pyramid Primus, shaping the plane once more as the mega-structure dominated the sands. And with it, they had created the first building in all creation. To which X was indefinitely pleased that it was his children that had done so. And now as he floated above the golden polished capstone which reflected the sunlight from the Forger's Eye, X outstretched his hands to beckon the gods welcome.

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Come. Those who can hear my whispers, Come. Those who can speak their minds, Come. And Those who can see the benefits of unity, Come. Fellow gods and immortals, shapers of the world, let us know each other better, such that we may work in harmony to create our visions of perfection. Come, to this assembly such that we may write this anthology. 
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So the God of Secrets had revealed himself, and the message X whispered was sent across existence.
There he awaits their response to his invitation meditating above his Pyramid Primus.

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It is a library.
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The Action-Cost-Name of Action: Description

Creation of mundane concept: 0 AP - Free Masonry: Unlocking the secrets to brick and mortar, allowing his Sphinges to understand and utilize the art of Masonry. Other created beings from this point forward can also develop Masonry as a free action. This is also a poorly veiled reference.

Creation of advanced concept: 2 AP - Knowledge of Architectural Engineering: Unlocking the secrets to creating structures, larger structures in size and scale than simple walls and housing, allowing his Sphinges to understand and utilize the knowledge of Architectural Engineering. Other created beings from this point forward can Architectural Engineering by learning it from the Sphinges, or by having their Gods bless them with the knowledge of its techniques as a free action.

Alter Land: 0AP - Creation of Pyramid Primus: Sphinges have used Masonry and Architectural Engineering to turn X's realm from an empty desert to a desert containing a mega-structure. Designed to house all future books, artifacts, and serve as a temple for X as well as a place for his Sphinges to reside in, the Pyramid Primus can be seen from edge of X's realm as it juts out from surrounding sands.

1 AP + 4 AP - 2 AP = 3 AP
PAP = 0
FLAP = 0
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