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[center][h1][i]The birth of a goddess[/i][/h1][/center]
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Within The Lifeblood, something new stirred. In a timeless expanse, it watched Galbar. It watched the clash of mortal against mortal, driven sometimes by the machinations of the other gods that had emerged, and sometimes through the actions of mortals. Conflicts came and went, and some extraordinary mortals went on to distinguish themselves as warriors. But all of this had a flaw: When the war was over, the heroes were seldom remembered. Their names faded away to history, their courage and gallantry left unrewarded save for a small amount of peace in death. After an uncountable amount of time watching, a new voice spoke within The Lifeblood.

[color=Gainsboro][b][i]”No. They deserve recognition. If none else, I will do it.”[/i][/b][/color]

Individually began to coalesce once more within The Lifeblood. A hand grasping around the hilt of a sword. A form began to take shape, followed by clothes. Then armor. Then, finally, a cloak. Moving around and coming to grips with the extent of her new form, the almost complete goddess brought the tip of her sword to bear against the surface of the lifeblood, desiring freedom from the soup of raw creation that was her birthplace.

Piercing the surface of the lifeblood with the tip of her sword, the new goddess opened her pale blue eyes to witness the coalescing shape of her realm taking form. One of the first things she felt was a distinct wave of disorientation as several new sensations assaulted her as her independence was finalized. The newly birthed goddess held aloft the sword in her left hand, taking a moment to observe the gleaming metal of the weapon. Blinking a few times at the reflection of herself in the shiny metal of the blade The Goddess slowly studied her complete form for a few moments before nodding gently. The Goddess slowly lowered the weapon before gently grasping at the scabbard that hung at her right side. Sheathing the sword into its scabbard felt natural, and the soft click of metal against metal brought some comfort. Casting her gaze around to the room at large, The Goddess blinked a few times as she saw figures similar to her own begin to set the multiple long tables. [color=Gainsboro][i]”Perhaps my birth brought not only me into existence… Curious, but not unwelcome.”[/i][/color]

Turning and stepping away from the ledge, The Goddess took a moment to stretch. Movement was a new and unfamiliar experience to her, and although it was instinctual the act of moving as an individual being instead of a disembodied thought process was new and unfamiliar. The finer points of movement came quickly as The Goddess continued to walk down a spiral staircase located towards the rear of the platform she had been standing on.

Stepping into the great hall that was currently being prepared, The Goddess watched as similar but not quite identical elves busied themselves in preparing a great feast. Relegating herself to merely watching for a few moments, The Goddess was almost startled when one of the elves approached her to ask if she desired anything. Simply shaking her head, The Goddess watched curiously as the elf curtsied before leaving. Thinking to herself some more, The Goddess began to head for one of the passages that her instincts told her would lead to the outside area. [color=Gainsboro][i]”So they are not merely extensions of my influence upon this area, but are independent of my will. I am unsure why they take after my appearance so closely, but I will guard them as my own regardless.”[/i][/color]

Placing a hand against the door that she had arrived at The Goddess pushed it open to reveal a large rectangular area of flat grass contained behind four tall castle walls and several circular guard towers. A building off to her right caught her attention, and The Goddess set off towards there almost instinctively. As she walked, she took a moment to examine how her armor gleamed in the light of her realm. This observation did not last long, as The Goddess soon found herself before the door leading inside.

Pushing the door open as she had done with the other door, The Goddess found herself standing within a room with many doors of various shapes, sizes, and materials present. Closing the door behind her The Goddess took some time to examine the room, and shortly thereafter noticed the rather central throne to the room. Approaching it, Celestine turned to observe the room for a moment before pondering to herself once more. [color=Gainsboro][i]”A visitation chamber, perhaps? It would be the most likely thing.”[/i][/color]

Turning back to the throne, The Goddess blinked a few times before turning and sitting upon it gently. At first she had to shift a few times in order to position both her cloak and her hair into such a position that she wasn’t tugging on them in an awkward and uncomfortable way. Slowly moving her eyes about the room, The Goddess blinked a few more times before she closed her eyes and turned her thoughts inward to examine her memories leading up to opening her eyes for the first time. They were hazy at best, but one thing that stood out clearly were the sounds of combat, pain, and death. After a few more moments of self-examination The Goddess began to remember the first few moments of her formation, of piercing the perceived surface of the lifeblood to win her freedom. It was here that The Goddess also noticed the multitude of decisions that she made in the span of a single moment. The Goddess saw the reason behind the presence of the other beings within the realm, and the intention of how the realm was designed.

Opening her eyes once more, The Goddess was finally able to push through the disorientation that had clouded her mind until now. Looking around the room confidently The Goddess spoke aloud for the first time. [color=Gainsboro][b]”Let it be known that the goddess of soldiers has awakened. I am Celestine, and no hero shall have their death be in vain.”[/b][/color]

[hider=Action summary]
Celestine is born! The goddess has created her realm, and has accidentally also created a new race to populate it. She has left The Longhall and is currently collecting herself within the visitation room.[/hider]

[hider=MP/DP summary]Celestine has not spent any might or domain points.

2MP/3DP total.[/hider]