[center][h1]Sylia[/h1][/center]

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The Goddess hummed as she worked. She ran her hands through the regolith and stone of the dead world bit by bit. Breaking and binding, molding and shaping- forming structure through sheer perseverance. The Khodex had not yet kept the promise she had foreseen but soon, soon it would. In the meantime, Sylia worked, flexing her mind so as it would not go dull. What had started as a simple stacked stone house with a simple door and one open window, had quickly become a small village and then unable to stop, had formed into a large town. Silent but for the steady clanking of stone upon stone and her ever present humming. 

It had not been difficult to work the land's nonexistent substance into material suitable for house making. Though, Sylia knew no one else could probably have done it and certainly not any of lesser standing. Those also promised by the Khodex. Having used up her strength or having had it stolen from her, she was far too dilapidated to truly make anything last. All thanks to that scroll up above.

That scroll that- A sharp sense of impending doom flooded into the Goddess and she looked towards the Khodex. She stopped her working and stood as fear and elation began to well up inside of her, banshing the doom. The promise was at last going to be kept and she would bear witness to it. She would then be able to commence her great works. Delve for her contributions, create and create and create!

Sylia opened her arms towards the smoking world, tendrils of wrong washed over her as she dipped back her head and shut her eyes. Everything would be alright.

And then with a bang, the universe was at last born. 

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To even try to describe what she felt during that time would have been inadequate to how it made her feel. Like a blanket of rock comforting the earth that she was. What could be, what was going to be, what would never happen- the time blurred and she felt herself slipping into euphoria and then, quite suddenly, she was standing before the Khodex. 

Awareness filtered down from her starstruck high a bit too quickly. A weight had attached itself to her and she wobbled, catching herself upon the blackened cocoon. Her eyes began to adjust and Sylia was taken aback at how everything had changed. A blue sky was overhead, the smell of water and salt was upon the breeze that ruffled her metallic hair and the ground beneath her feet- she wiggled her toes in the dirt and let out a relieved sigh.

The Khodex had done its task and now it could rest. She placed a hand upon it and said, 
"Thank you."

Eventually, she pulled her hand away and placed both on her hips. There was so much to do she didn't know where to start yet… Her attention became fixated upon the ground beneath the Khodex. Why had it picked this spot? Could it be… She listened and there it was, a soft hum. 

She knelt on the ground and began to dig, the soil hanging in the air before she sighed and realized that spoiling the ground around the Khodex was akin to blasphemy, so she put back what she had upheaved and instead took a great leap into the waters surrounding the island. There she delved deep, fixated upon her search as she crushed rock and stone to reach the…

Chamber.

Or perhaps it was more of a massive network of caves. She could hear a faint hum all around, the voice of her Divinium. Yes, of course the Khodex would settle in this place. She wandered deeper, the hum growing ever louder. She began to see pockets of the shining ore, glittering in the dark like newborn stars. The scent of unmolested stone and new growth clung about in the air but there was also another scent, a smell of sweat and heroic ardor. She had sensed it before in the Khodex and knew the name, Galaxor. His additions to the Khodex were ones that Sylia found to be most interesting. At least that was a polite way of saying it. Maybe it would grow on her one day, the idea of heroics but not now. Now she was busy and could not be bothered by him. 

So Sylia skirted the areas that swam with his essence and only from a distance did she spot his fledgling creations. Short, diminutive, green skinned and sweaty. Lit by magma and the Divinium, Sylia wondered why Galaxor had chosen such a spot. And then it hit her, what if he knew about Divinium? Or more importantly, what if he intended to use it? The goddess went rigid with thought. Was it her right to hoard such a gift? To not use it to create and craft wondrous things?

She idled more, touching her chin. What was this jealousy she felt in her chest? She let out a low whine and then kept going, past Galaxor’s chamber, past the small creatures and into the true abyss. There she found it, the hum a great song, the light a beacon. Warmth reached out and caressed her features, her skin prickled at the sensation, shimmering in turn. Upon the outcropping of a great ravine, she stood and looked over the edge to see the Divinium. Her eyes widened at the sheer magnificence of it. She reached out, the hum pulling her in, needing her to [i]join[/i].

Then the world shook and rocks began to fall, not a second later an enormous tree root broke through the top of the ravine and jut down into the abyss. The shaking continued for minutes and Sylia watched, captivated by the sudden turn of events, as more roots burst forth and the cave began to grow with rich moss and lichens. Where it touched Divinium, the ore began to hum a different tune, its white color turning a rich green. More foliage burst forth and the sound of dripping water that cascaded off rocks reverberated from the distance. Sylia turned back to the ravine and noticed that some pockets had turned green but not all of them. The different hums intertwined and played off each other. And it was then that Sylia knew she had to protect such a place. Or at least provide a suitable deterrent, for now. Her driving action was to create and by using the Divinium she could do that and in time, she would teach the mortals. Yet, if such a gift was just given away, it would lose all meaning. She knew then, in the spirit of Galaxor, that if any were to strike a pick into this vein, perhaps all veins, they would need to be challenged. 

So Sylia dove into the ravine. 

She returned to that same spot not long after, having removed three nuggets of pure Divinium and one of the green. The largest Divinium nugget, around the size of a boulder, she placed before her, whilst the others she placed to the side. Next she began to mold it into her desired shape and as she did it became her own alloy, Sylium. Just like the color of her own form, silvered and ever flowing. Two arms, jointed and with nimble fingers. Two lithe legs that ended at sharp points for feet. A feminine torso, curved and ornamented. She marveled at the versatility and textile strength as she kneaded the metal like dough, feeling every miniscule detail as she worked. Finally she addressed the head. She wanted nothing fancy and so, she made it a plain but reflective oval, polished to where she could see herself in its visage. Lastly, taking inspiration from all around her, she placed a floral crown on top of it and then followed suit around the arms and legs. When she was done, a very imposing [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/05/b2/64/05b2646220a46823cbad1a2a06c73b9b.jpg]automaton[/url] lay before her. 

She clapped her hands together and it stirred, towering over the Goddess by a few feet. “You will be known as a Watcher. This task I give you, protect the Hum. Let none take from it, save the Divine. Do this duty until the end of time or when you can no longer function.”

It bowed to her and then stood deathly still. A moment later, its right hand curled and a cape came from its shoulder to obscure what lay beneath. From its left hand sprouted a lance. Sylia took note of this, cataloging the properties of Sylium for later. She became giddy with excitement and had to stop herself from having it perform tests. It would do its duty, this she knew and she had to go see whatever plant had roots that went so deep and were so large. So Sylia left after grabbing the nuggets.

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Sylia witnesses the big bang after being bored for forever. She finds herself next to the Khodex when she comes down from the information and sensory overload and thanks it. Next she delves underground, sees some goblins and then finds a Divinium deposit. The big tree of life bursts its roots down into the depths and changes some of the Divinium into Allianthite. Fearing that such ore would be too easy to get, she creates an automaton named the Watcher, to safeguard the place until the end of time or death do it part. 

Wanted to get a post out so this is like Part I of II
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Starting 10
-1MP (towards Metal domain) To craft a metal automaton called the Watcher to safeguard the Divinium underneath the big ol tree.

9mp remaining
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