[h2]Asheel[/h2] [hider=previously] Asheel mucked about drawing on the Khodex, met some bugs, and then drew on the Khodex again to make reincarnation. [/hider] “Woooooooooooow did you see that! It was all like, woosh boooom, kablooie and then now there’s all this stuff!” The Maker excitedly summarized what had just happened, namely the birthing of the universe. Had she been capable of being humbled, she might have been by that supreme act of creation, but as it stood she was just fangirling over the start of the, as she’d put it “biggest and bestest cycle ever!” “Yes yes, well now we have to do something with it” the Maintainer said, rather looking forwards to it, before noting “and there they all go to do just that I see” as the other gods blasted off this way and that to leave their mark “Yes, but, hmmm, I think there’s someone missing?” The Breaker, who had an eye for such things, noted as she looked around and saw not a hint of the essence of “that lazy looking fellow, the one who arrived here first and then never did anything?” “Oh yeah, huh, um” The Maker replied, before she almost immediately got distracted by a big tree getting made. Yet in doing so she got another glance at the codex, and upon it saw a rather pointed line that had been written there. “The Sloth is dead!” the Maker cried out as she read it, prompting the Maintainer to echo her with a mix of questioning and panic “The Sloth is dead?!” “Correct” The Breaker replied without any of the alarm of her other two thirds, as if she had known this all along. “Ah, how can you be so calm! I get it now! We can die! Things can kill us!” The Maker freaked out “But I don’t wanna die, I have so much left to live for!” “And worst thing is, it could be any one of them” the Maintainer aid, glancing paranoidly around “Now now, Its fine, we wrote in reincarnation after all, so he’ll just be reborn” The Breaker pointed out, only for the maker to reply that “Not for gods! We weren't in the book, just all that life stuff, and bugs” There was a brief stunned silence, and then they really started freaking out with the Maintainer yelling that “We need to protect ourselves” while the breaker demanded that “no we need to arm ourselves” only for the Maker to overrule them and shout that “we need to be able to escape!” before doing just that. The Maker just started running, and as she ran she built around her, forming the familiar shape of a great wheel. Feet that had been hitting sand instead hit metal as she formed a divine transport powered by the person running inside of it, which caused her to blaze around the world at ungodly speeds. It was a machine for someone with everything to lose, and yet also for one who did not know that was the case, one that would get her both into and out of danger This went well till the Maintainer took over and declared “no no no, this is too much, where did you get the energy to do this from” before she warped the machine, wrapping it around herself and making it larger till she was embraced by it, sealed within a great crystal ball, and sat atop a lovely room sized platform scattered with pillows. It was a machine for someone for whom there where others she was responsible for, and a way to protect protect both them, and to ensure she herself would still be around to do so herself. “Ahhh, much better” she declared as she lounged, at which point the Breaker took over again and called them both “Cowards!” before reshaping the machine again, causing it to grow even smaller till it was only slightly larger than her. Then she split the wheel in two and made a central hub out of which slicing blades sprung, chopping and slashing as the machine sped forwards. It was a machine for someone at the end of their tether who really did have nothing to lose, and so feared not death, because it was coming for her either way. “Give death unto death!” the old goblin cried to the winds before cackling maniacally as she tore across the sands. Then the Maker’s machine returned, then the Maintainer's, and back to the Breaker’s as they blazed around the world in cycle after cycle, till they were sure they were safe. And then a bit more just for fun, during which the Maker actually christened their new ride, naming it quite simply the Super Cycle. Then all of a sudden their joy ride came to an end as the Breaker slammed on the brakes and skidded to a halt somewhere in the middle of the vast desert that still made up most of the world. She had stopped because she had found something very strange and yet very familiar. Several things, in fact, as the three in one came face to face with 20 more somewhat like her. Goblins. Made and then cast across the world with no concern for the fact that most of it was still uninhabitable. The goddess and the mortals stared at each other for a moment, her with curiosity, they with fear and amazement. And then hope. They rushed to her side, or rather tried to, but mostly shambled due to how desiccated, begging for salvation from the blistering sun and barren land. “Why should we? All things end” the Breaker replied dismissively, despite having been the one to stop to see them, and the Maker, in her way, agreed “and then you’ll live again! Somewhere nicer where there’s new life and stuff” but the Maintainer was having none of it “These lives have just been made, it is not time for them to end just yet!” she declared, and then did something they had not done before, and refused to swap over. Instead she invited the goblins into her sphere-like ride and spirited them away to “this lovely river someone made all the way around the world. Lovely work I must say. There’s plenty of shade, water and things to eat there” The words she spoke were truth, and soon enough the goblins had been delivered from the desert and to the promised land, where they first rejoiced, and then sang the goddess’ praises, something she found she rather enjoyed. She had also enjoyed their company, having learned a bit about their limited time alive, and of their birth. Of the sparkles in the sky that had fallen around them. She put that and an observation she’d made while riding around the world, and so put a name on the god responsible for their plight, and recognised that there were so many more goblins out there that might need transporting to safety. Investing the former could wait, because the first was a rather time sensitive issue. As a result, the Maintainer spent the next few days riding her orb like machine all across the desert, collecting and transporting goblin group after goblin group, and in doing so making a bit of a name for herself as she swelled the riverside populations, as well as their devotion to her. [hider=summary] Asheel finds out sloth died, and that someone wrote that down, suggesting murder. She kinda freaks out about this potential mortality, and ends up doing laps of the world in a new form shifting Monowheel artifact called the Super Cycle. After she works out some of the stress via this racing around, she does it a bit more for fun, and then runs into some poor goblins out in the desert. Her Maintainer/Mother personality takes pity on them, declaring that their cycle is too new to end now, and proceeds to use her variant of the Super Cycle to transport them to Tuuni ‘s cool new rivers. Then she goes back into the desert, and finds more and more goblins, and brings as many as she can find back to said river, massively increasing the goblin population along those new rivers. Said goblins also rather like the Maintainer/Mother now, given the whole saving them from death thing. [/hider] [hider=mp] The Super Cycle: 4 mp cycle enhanced artifact vehicle that cycles between 3 modes to match Ashee’s three forms. 1 mp to make each form, and 1 mp to tie them all to Asheel’s own changes. All 3 are made from a mix of green crystals and a brass colored metal. The maiden’s ride is an oversized hamster wheel, and 1 bonus mp is used to make it powered by the people running in it, with its speed based on those doing the running. Naturally with a god (or two) at the helm it is supremely speedy, but heroes and mortals can help as well, and the wheel ensures they do not get whipped away by the pace the fastest runner sets. The Mother’s ride is a massive enclosed crystalline sphere that can roll in any direction, with the comfortable riding section, which has space for many people, safely tucked away inside of it. 1 bonus mp is used to make this form extra durable. The Crone’s ride is made of two half spheres attached to a central hub, with the riding section on the back (though raised enough for the rider to be able to see over the wheels). It is the smallest of the forms, functionally only usable with a single rider. 1 bonus mp is used to add a variety of extra stabby blades to the ride, and another to make it incredibly nimble. (Yes the first and final forms are just a skaven doom wheel and a doom flayer respectively, and the middle a big version of one of those jurassic park bubble cars) 4mp towards wheels 4mp to gain the dominion of wheels: wheels are a means of conveyance, used to facilitate ease of transportation. This gives her dominion over all wheels, wheel-like objects, and things with wheels. On top of carts, cars, and such, this can also include water wheels, grind stones, paddle wheels, cogwheels, pillbugs and other rolling creatures, pizza cutters, saw blades, fly wheels etc. etc. allowing for a fair bit of niche diversity. 2mp remaining [/hider]