[center][h1][color=c4df9b]Uwné[/color][/h1][b]~[/b][/center]
[center][i]Once the god of stars. Once the god of nebulae. Once the god of creation.

Or would he be that? Uwné didn’t know for sure. Couldn’t know for sure. The visions of pure creation as a force of nature were hard to ignore. Were they memory or prophecy? He hoped prophecy. For if it was memory then truly how low had he fallen?[/i][/center]

He could hear the rumbling only a split second before it happened. Next to him, the earth cracked. The stone plate rose to the heavens. Black ash fell like a waterfall from the suddenly risen plateau. A bit further underground pressures forced molten rock to explode like a geyser. Again and again it erupted. Uwné stood in the middle of all that appearing as a man. Mortal and old. With a bad hip which forced him to walk with a cane.

Yet despite his form, he felt powerful. There was no doubt to it, he was a god. A god that woke up amid hell, upon a broken planet. Where life clung to the last embers. Another tremor tried to shake him but he stood his ground surprisingly easy. Still, the surface all around him fractured and broke. Huge chasms ripped open or were pressed closed again. The very world was in turmoil.

A fractured surface consumed by fire was not life’s only problem here. Even now, as he walked, he was stalked by creatures. He loathed to call them monsters, as that would suggest they were something unnatural. At this point, mortal life like mankind were the monsters, for their continued existence was unnatural. Despite the apparent supremacy of these creatures, Uwné felt like they did not belong. And when he finally saw a rift far in the distance, he knew it was true. Still, there were here now and they would have to be dealt with. Several times had he summoned a weapon to fight them himself. Liquid iron had seeped through the cracked earth to form a weapon beneath his palm. Yet every time he tried to charge, the form he was in failed him.

But now he had found his place. Quite literally even. It was a relatively open place upon one of the higher pushed plateaus. The view was staggering. Everything was ash or stone or molten rock. Volcanoes were spewing forth endless amounts of smoke into the dark sky above. It was all illuminated by dim, orange firelight. Then there not too far away was the world's edge. Anything that would walk beyond it would fall into endless darkness.

He raised one hand slowly. Before him an anvil shaped more like an altar rose from the ground. It was made out of solid stone risen from the core of what remained of this world. It was more than just a representation of it. It was the world itself. And like the world, the moment he summoned it the anvil-altar already started to crack.

Uwné outstretched his other arm. As he went to grab seemingly just air, his hammer took shape. A  hammer that looks like it was cast from molten light itself. When its shape was complete he heaved high up and slammed it down upon the altar.

Except he didn’t hit the altar. Between the divine hammer and the world anvil was for a split second something else visible. Something that appeared to have a small, crystalline side that Uwné had just hit. Then it had vanished again. As if it was never there. He struck the altar again. This time the very earth around him began to groan in response. Plateaus cracked and collapsed next to him.

Again he struck down. With each strike, the momentarily visible barrier between the hammer and the altar took more shape. Shaping itself into a crystal. He struck again, and again. With each strike, the crystal remained behind for longer. Until, with a final strike, the crystal no longer vanished. Inside brown-yellowish energy lazily moved back and forth. It levitated on its own away from the anvil. Then Uwné began anew.

And with each strike, he stilled the earth around him a bit more. The quakes grew gentler and gentler. Fractured plates stopped rising and falling. Steep plateaus crumbled forming more manageable hills at places. While remaining their cliffsides in others. The fire still reigned and the sky was still full of smoke but at least with each strike the earth itself was freed a bit more from chaos and destruction.

[hider=Summary]Uwné thinks a bit about what he saw in visions. Then thinks about the fact that the world was ending and that he woke up in the middle of it. Just standing there. He muses further about the monsters coming in from other layers. He tried to fight them but his form did not allow it.

Then finally he finds a nice spot to start his work, amid a constantly breaking land where plateaus of rock and ash rise and fall over and over. He raises an anvil-altar which he calls the World Anvil and starts smacking with his hammer. With each smack, he isn’t hitting the altar but something in between. He’s forging the chaos and destruction that’s in the very earth into tangible crystalline pieces and so siphoning it away from the land which grows calmer (relatively) and calmer.[/hider]


[hider=Fun Disclaimer]Uwné's work isn't instantaneous. He is calming Galbar as a whole but will not be able to do so immediately. In short, if you still want the world to crack, rise and collapse all around you go ahead!
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