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[center][sub]Subtly, shifting in timbre, still faint and indistinct, it nevertheless seemed now to say,
         [b] "I... am...."[/b][/sub]
[sub] -David Brin, Earth [/sub][/center]
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Stygian. A place devoid of the constricts of time, both existing and not. A void. Palpable; suffocating within it's veil of blackness. With this, Ipeyr resides. Not as man, but as a soul. Desultory, yet he exist and 'jumps'(can souls jump?) to the metallic twangs of a heavy door being opened. In this desolate space, it is an abnormal thing. The being is a flurry of emotions. Hesitation takes it grip, alongside trepidation and yet curiosity as well. With a deep 'breath', he steps forth into the unknown. 

And from the door, Ipeyr stepped out, an aura of tranquility following suit. He was surprised to see so many other beings, each vastly different from the other. Subtle inquiries weaved into his mind; Which remained sequestered rather than asked aloud. His eyes scanned the land, finding it devoid of anything, save for gentle lapping of the ocean behind him and the warm sands beneath his feet, invaded with the occasional odd purplish organic structure. This scene was missing something. It was missing [i]Life[/i]. Immediately he sought after something, [i]anything[/i] to be the base of his creation. Sand, yes sand would do. As the tides pulled back, he scooped the refuse -wet sand- and began to sculpt with hands seemingly skilled in the art, a vaguely humanoid shape. The mass stood at a modest 5 feet, had all 20 digits, and held no consciousness.

It's creator stood and placed a hand upon it's shoulder and began speaking;

[color=f6989d]"I, Ipeyr, Dub you, My creation. I wish not to be your sovereign but your Guider, Your mentor within your trials of Life. If plight shall find you and if harm shall befall you, I will be there to restore you to health. To life". [/color]

With his proclamation uttered, Emotions,Freedom,Feelings and every other ingredient for life weaved into the mass of sand, which crumbled and gave way to a naked male. He resembled his creator, save for raven black hair in place of oregold locks. Ipeyr turned and raised an extremity towards the barren landscape and willed forth a myriad of lush greenery; light flora(namely small trees, grass, small plants) which bore fruits for his creation to eat and small stream for him to drink. A small grove for him to live. He turned to his creation, a benevolent smile on his face.[color=f6989d]"Now go, and Live"[/color]. The male wordlessly obliged and set off into the grove, which Ipeyr watched until remembering that he was around other people.

[color=f6989d]"Oh...umm..I am Ipeyr. It's a pleasure"[/color]


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[s]Healslut[/s]
Healer dude comes from the door and decides to be anti-social. Leaves to make a person, alongside a forest 'cause why not.


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1 Might- Created Species/Life
1 Might- Created a Small Forest
1 Might- Created a Hero

1 Might left.
-->Level 2
2/2 Acts of Creation
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