[center][h1]Sylia[/h1][/center] [hr] [i]"Ggggreeetttings! My master, Lareus, sends an invitation to come visit him in your dreams."[/i] Said the thing that had appeared before her. Much to Sylia’s credit, she had not been alarmed by the sudden intrusion of her personal space but was in fact, disgusted by the thing with too many eyes and too many arms. It looked like a sack of flesh that was too dim witted to realize that it should be screaming in pain. Not because it should have been in perpetual pain, but because of how ugly it was. If this was what awaited her in the dreaming world… Her lips curled into a frown. Though perhaps many arms would be beneficial in situations that demanded… She shook her head and filed that thought away for later. “The invitation is received.” She stated to the thing, “Though I must confess, sleep is not something that has ever crossed my mind as being needed. Furthermore, Dreaming is a part of the immaterial and I have taken a personal vow to never allow myself to immaterial again. Do send your master my condolences. He may visit me if and when I find a place of permanent residence. Farewell.” She turned away from the thing and looked out over the ocean of origin. Sylia felt as if the thing was about to speak again and flew up into the sky at a blinding speed. “Ugh.” She groaned, massaging the bridge of her nose. “Such strange deities, these kin of mine.” Sylia had come to a stop just on the edge of space and looked at the budding world in its entirety. An ocean on the south pole. Seas on the north pole. Cruel dispositions on both of them. Especially the one made entirely of blood but the north felt uniquely insidious. Both areas would have to be looked at, for she had a sense that one of her kin behind it was not a Divine of reasonable intellect. The other, she could only ponder for the same signature in the north hung around the Tree of Life. A sunbeam acting as a beacon for all time. She looked up at the fledgling light. Very curious. To top it all off, splitting the world in half was a river the likes of which she had never imagined. Water falling pure from the very sky. It wrapped around the vast crater of the origin, like a snake wrapping around an egg. Truly there would be vast civilizations there, for they were already being made. She did not understand why the short, diminutive, green-skinned creatures known as ‘Goblins’ were so widespread. She would chalk it up to Galaxor being more headstrong than logical and really, who was she to stop others from taking a fancy to them? If one lacked originality in their own designs, it was only natural to take from the existing pool. Sylia rubbed her chin in thought. Perhaps she could make them better? Enlighten the masses? Well, she wouldn’t go down to the fledgling civilization in the south, not yet anyways, since the uplifting there was already under way. No, she would head north, not so far as the pole but where the blood rains had not touched the pristine land. Where the vast rivers would bring greenery and with it, an abundance of life. And there, in some unassuming place, she would show them all, mortal and divine alike, just how to create. [hr] From the land of solemn trees and lush vales came a towering complex of Sylia's design. She had chosen the spot not because there was a Divinium pocket underneath, for there wasn’t but because of the location. Crafted from marbled gold and black obsidian, with inlays of silver. Three massive flat circles, acting like a giant's staircase, sat nestled into the hills overlooking a river. Her Atelier. The largest of circles was used as a base, or the first level, and it contained much verdant vegetation and trees. The suckle of craft. The first steps any could take in a new world would be made here. The second level sat behind the first, with an overlook to take in the view below. Here many rocks and ores could be found, with great sources of heat and industry. Once a mastery for wood was achieved, those with apt minds could try their hand at shaping stone and molding metal. The final circle sat above the second and here it had a great silver dome covering it, ornate and bejeweled with diamonds. At the height of the day, the sun would hit the dome and light would refract in wondrous beauty, as envisioned by the Goddess. Within that dome sat a personal residence and workshop of Sylia. A crafter’s dream, where the general advancement of the world could take place. Here the fabric of the universe could be unraveled, studied and put to use. As a final flourish, a great metal work sprang forth from the land and settled over the second circle. A silver orb hung fixed in the middle of giant rings. One made of wood, one made of stone and one made of iron. These rings were in constant motion around the orb, never touching it or the other rings, defying gravity all the while. When this was at last done, Sylia walked down the long steps that connected the three tiers, prodding her Holy Site with improvements like a fussing hen with her nest. Mainly, on either side of the stairs that started from the very top, she willed into existence two streams of water and watched as it cascaded down out into the distant river. And within such a gaze she saw what she had hoped for- Mortals. [hr] Goblins. It seemed Galaxor had thrown these diminutive species everywhere, leaving them to their fates. As a dozen or so arrived at the first step of The Atelier, Sylia went down to meet them. All eyes were fixed upon her form and she realized, most of them were squinting. With but a thought her form shifted to that of the marble at her feet, her hair forming into obsidian curls before it ceased movement altogether. Now with wider eyes, most took a step back. A few even tripped in surprise. She looked at them and saw beings of flesh, blood and bone. Bruises lay on most, with cuts, and scrapes. Dried blood and dirt mixed upon their unwashed and thin naked bodies. The smell of refuse and decay was among them, mixed with pheromones. Fear mainly and… She looked upon one female and two heartbeats greeted her. Already with child. Sylia sighed. Animals would be animals, she supposed. She came to a stop before them and a command echoed from her voice, “Kneel.” And they did. “Who is capable of speech?” She asked, walking down amongst them. “You may rise if you are.” When none of them did, she sighed. She came to a stop in the middle, ideas buzzing in her mind. “You are called Goblins. Your creator chose this name. He and I are kin but I am not him and not your creator. I am Sylia, Goddess of Crafting. Matron of Metals. You know what I am, for some part in those infant minds you can comprehend the magnitude of this being before you. There is no need to be afraid, I have been tasked with the uplifting of all species that desire it. And you desire it. This world will be changing but this place will remain as it is, for all time. Here you will learn and here you will grow.” she said. “Now, to be admitted you must tell me this- Who amongst your group have chosen violence upon another? Rise and point.” Sylia said, her eyes narrowing as she looked at their kneeling forms. She waited, the air thick with growing anticipation. And then sprang up a shaking young male. He held his body close, as his right eye was beaten shut and his lips puffy. He pointed to another Goblin male, this one jumping up at the accusation. Not first to plead innocence to the God before him but to glower at the pointer. In one quick motion, Sylia was before the glowering goblin, who did not have time to register what happened next. Sylia simply laid a finger upon his brow and his flesh became ash, leaving only bones behind. There came an audible shock from the Goblins, who were by this point, looking up and at her. The Goddess bent over and plucked a femur from the bone white pile before turning to them and saying with a smile, “First we shall go over bone and its many uses!” [hider=Summary] Sylia responds to [@eviledd1984] and declines the invitation on grounds of it being a place of the Immaterial, when she is rather pro-material. Next she muses on the going of the planet and decides to create a Holy Site in the north of the world, noting that it lacks any godly touch just yet. Some goblins show up at the end and she decides to teach them how to work bone first, after procuring the bone, of course. [/hider] [hider=MP] 2MP Starting -1MP For a holy site, the Atelier(3MP). (2 Domains related(Crafting, Metal = x3 bonus) - Made of marble and obsidian with a lot of silver, this three tiered, large structure has been designed by Sylia, replenishing resources and providing a relatively safe place for those who just want to learn how to do live and provide for themselves. ~ The Blessing of the Crafter, Any who endeavor to learn and master a craft will find that it is easier to do so in this place and their projects become masterworks. ~ The Blessing of Metal, Any who learn and practice the art of metal working here will find that it is easier to do so and their projects become masterworks. 1MP remaining [/hider]