[h1][center]A problem between Death, [color=green]Life[/color] and [color=Orchid]Civilization[/color] stuck between then.[/center][/h1]

Death searched and searched each door, and he found one that seemingly could assist him, he took a deep breath and sighed looking down as he placed a hand over his heart, and he looked up as he reached forward through a door. He had done this once and it felt natural, but now it did not. He took a deep breath, and stepped through back into the realm of the living.

From a shadow a figure came out, cloaked in white a hooded figure appeared there ageless, sunken blue eyes with the tears of a lifetime upon their corners as he looked at the figure he saw in his mirror. He took a deep breath and reached out with his hand as he had tried once before with life. For death had come seeking something he could not do. He looked off in the distance to see a proud statue, and then back at the woman in front of him. 

“When I saw the beginning of life, I was astonished by it’s beauty, and I tried to create my own but couldn’t. I need help…” 

Turning to the woman he soon noticed she seemed fixated in a paper she wrote. He could notice she had divine energy but she seemed to not even have noticed him. The paper in question seemed like plans for the region involving the local tribes of the harrow.

Death took a deep breath, and marched forward, his hand reached out with only a few fingers pointed out as he stopped before touching the paper, he retracted his hand and sighed, repeating his original statement. “When I saw the beginning of life, I was astonished by it’s beauty, and I tried to create my own but couldn’t. I need help… and maybe, with that, I can help you with your plans.” 

Turning back to the woman, she seemed to still stare at her paper, blankly like nothing had happened. In fact she seemed to barely even have a soul.

Death just looked at the blankly reached for her hand, and she would feel cold before he even touched her, his pointer and middle finger barely touching her as the cool skin touched the goddesses hand. “Hello there.”


Her eyes finally turned seeing him. A moment of respite at least until she jumped. Surprised and scared the goddess jumped back landing in the sand on her feet looking around in shock. Seeing she was alone with him she then said her first words since being born to a god. “HOW? You!? Where did you come from? when?”

“I just walked out from there.” Death said as he turned his head towards an empty spot as if there was something there, and then back at here. “I am sorry if I have offended you in any way, but you are the first I have spoken to. I tried to speak to another… but, I am afraid I offended her as well by destroying that which she created.” 


She looked curious seeing things after realizing things. Her face and mind seemed to calm down as she returned to a light smile and look she then said. “So…” As she said that in a long form she seemed to examine him before saying. “You are like… me?” She soon stopped examining before saying. “Never met one of us before…”
“There seems to be many of us… scattered, and spread apart. The one which I am a reaction to is that which created many beautiful things, she can do things that I cannot.” Death said as he reached forward once again, “I seemingly change things, I cannot truly create, only manipulate, or mimic something beautiful. But you seem to be in need of assistance, how may I be of service? Because I know that you may help me as well.”

“You are the manifestation of death?” She said in interest she pondered for a moment giving just a nod she then said. “It’s logical… life begets its opposite… what happened to life that seems to be the one you met before me to cause her to be offended?”

“Death… I would rather seek life.” he said quietly as he looked down, “Death is a word I have not heard until now. It is a fitting, it is a sad word, it is… the opposite of life. But when I left her sight, I touched her creations and watched them wilt, they broke down and were pitiful as I fled from her sight into the place that feels natural to me.” 

“That sounds sad… but you are death…” She said confused thinking again of a god that disliked its own domain of responsibility that seemed wrong to her. After thinking she soon realized the sadness of him it felt she should say something at least anything she soon said bowing for a moment. “Forgive my lack of manners… i am El’zadir goddess of civilization…” She smiled softly to him; her eyes were red like ruby stars and her obsidian skin seemed to shine a bit, her silver hair being an interesting contrast.

There were eyes that went from blue, to red, but to gray, as his skin went through a few darkening shades but kept to a pale white beneath the sheets he wore. His smile was not as large as hers, but he looked at her, “I would rather seek life… seek something beautiful, death is so cold… I decided, I wanted to make it something else. I created a place for death it seems, and I want it to be joyous, I want it to be celebrated. But, I realize I have a purpose, and it is one that… is so… final, but needed.”


She looked confused for a moment at his remark after a pause she then said. “Maybe our gifts can be beautiful in their own ways?” She said looking quite confident but inside she didn’t know how to address him. She was, civilization and for all peoples death or the final door of existence was difficult to be seen as a good thing besides the life someone lived until ending.

He nodded and his hand reached out towards her, “I am a necessity, I can mimic, and while what I create might be, beautiful. But that does not mean it does not feel cold. It does not feel… like me.” Death whispered. 

“But, for a civilization what do you need?” he asked looking down at her.

She looked at him for a few severe moments. She could use a hand but she noticed he seemed more needing help with life. For some reason both seemed close friends perhaps? or he saw them as friends and wanted to be in that relationship. But still his offer was an offer that she would have difficulty turning down since it was an offered hand turning it down seemed bad. She took a long breath and after a sigh she then said. “How about this… i make something for life… a portrait of her in the form of a race… in switch you make something for me to make a civilization for?” it made sense she could use more living space then just… looking around at the desert. Looking for a time and thinking she actually stopped for a moment thinking it was stupid the surface seemed very habitable she soon started saying. “Actually no that sounds st-” As thunder could be heard by both the sky, soon began to rain blood. As she stared up she then said. “No… that… ye do that please…”

“I will create you something to make a civilization for, and find others to do the same with. But, I must see you create this image. I must have a basis, something to mimc because then I can make something… it will not be perfect, but I will try to do right by you and what you wish to honor. But, she is similar to yourself, beautiful and fair, but her skin is white and her hair red. She seems bountiful to create something like you, but I will do my best to do right…” Death slowly lowered his hand as his white cloak became black with the blood that soaked it, and he looked down and up at her as he tried to smile but he felt cold. He felt frozen in that moment though he was not. 

As El’zadir thought while soaked in the blood rain she then said. “So like me but fair skinned and red haired?” After thinking she gave a nod she then said. “Fine i will craft and let you see in time maybe you will find ways to not mimic.” She said with a smile. After trying to concentrate she sighed before saying. “One second.” She soon lifted a cover for the blood rain to not hit her as she drained her hair she said. “Who did this?” she asked confused before sighing.

With a deep breath she lifted the sand rising a large stone as the stone cracked and shaped as she moved her hands, her divine power crafting a being. She focused on what life might be, beautiful to the sight, fair, red haired, a connection to nature and magic. As the sculpting was done of the boulder a elf was made as El looked at him curiously as he awoke she then said. “Oh hey there…” from the sand below others suddenly awoke as well from below confused. El’zadir was confused for a moment before saying. “Oh i see… seems like i can’t just make one just influence a whole…”

Death just looked at the creations, and all he saw was beauty in the sands as he watched the Goddess created this by herself. He stared at them, they were beautiful, they came in pairs, a male, and female. He reached out towards them, his face covered by the dark cloak as his hand was all that could be seen reaching out towards them. They saw death, and he was coming for them, but not for the reason they thought. He saw them, and they ran from death. They would be long living he knew, they were perfect as a gift, but he knew that he could not do it himself.

He looked at the Goddess, and lowered his hand, “I will show you where she is, where a civilization can be built if you take these to her. For your creation, I will make it there before I leave… in shame for I cause fear in those that are beautiful.” 

As they were panicking over death she soon whispered to herself. “Thank creation I also made then long lived…” To their panic she soon clapped as everyone around fainted. She soon sighs in relief before saying. “Sure I will help you take them to life… where is she?”

Death ripped the sleeves from his robes as he held them out towards her, “Blind fold your beautiful creation. Blindfold the elves and yourself for they are beauty, and I do not wish for them to see darkness before they reach the beauty of life. I will take you through my realm, and deposit you at the tree, where you will work best, where civilizations will be created.”

What?” El asked, confused dealing with his speech.

He held his sleeves out to her, “Blindfold yourselves and those you created… I will lead you to somewhere where you can create a beautiful civilization.”

“Ah sure?” She snapped fingers as all the unconscious elfs would be blindfolded she then grabbed the sleeves wrapping around her eyes saying. “I just hope this isn’t bad…” 

Death took her hand, and made sure the elves were ready before he turned and he stepped through into his realm. His hand, went from cold to almost warm, it was much different than he is in the mortal realm. But, all around him, and those around him it felt as if there was only cold things. They would move by the trees, but then minutes later, they were back into the mortal realm. 

“You make take them off…” he said quietly as they appeared beside the tree of life, under one of it’s mighty branches. He looked at her, and backed into the shadows so that he did not scare the elves, but his eyes still shined in the darkness. “I will make you something… go now… I will start.” 

With that he stepped back into his realm, and started to form in his hands something in imitation, it was masterful but simple. A simple creature, from the things she created. Death created something stouter, something, shorter, and with something that she did not give. A life span, it was long, but it was nowhere near the almost ageless beings of the elves.  He created the dwarves, and with the cold stony interior of where they were made, their love to craft.

Meanwhile El’zadir dried her hair off the blood that was still pouring outside. She looked above and soon thinked. “Who is making this?” as she was confused the elves were beside her. She put them to sleep again. It was easier than to have a lot of questions and chaos around the ongoing blood rain. She was already feeling the panic of sapient beings in the first civilization she sprouted in the world. Awaiting death she wondered what he was doing.

He stepped back out with twenty dwarves, all stout short, and strong. Ten males, and ten females, five pairs to begin her civilization. He smiled softly, “They will try to do what I cannot… But, they are yours, they will be strong. They will age, and be free with you showing them how to grow.”

“That’s good…” She said looking at the dwarfs she then said. “I am surprised you said you can only mimic it looks quite good and…” She soon also clapped making the dwarfs sleep as they soon seemed confused by the blood rain she then sighed saying. “Okay I just need to find a place to put them since the world is very occupied.”

Death smiled, “This is a small part of it, but, I can take you to a place once my gift is delivered.” he said as he smiled, “we will be awaiting your return, and I can take you anywhere you wish to begin your work.” 
“Um… sure I will wait outside here…” She said looking around the tree in the rain not knowing where even she was she then said. “Just be quick as I have a duty to uphold just my job you know.” She finished with a nod and a smile.

Death nodded softly, as he looked at her, “I was… hoping you might do it, I do not wish to damage them. Or, harm them in any way, that is why I had you hold my hand instead of them. ”

“Okay so you want me to go with you while walking hand in hand with the elfs? as you talk with life?” El’zadir asked death.

He shrugged and nodded as he looked at her, “I am just giving her a gift in reparation for ruining her creations. It is… something I guess I should do, yes. I will come with you instead.” 

With that he stepped out leaving the dwarves in his realm surrounded by stone, and he started walking towards where he last saw the woman he named life. 

Death took a step forward, his hand outstretched to the goddess beside him leading the train of those he would give as gifts. He looked back behind him, then forward once again, his clothing like a flag around him fitting to his form as he wore thin cloths of his home. This was not his home, it was something else. He stared up at the tree, and stared at how enormous it was, it was beyond what he had seen when he had one focus, when he decided to see something besides just life. But now, he was back to make amends for what he did wrong. 

“Life… are you here?” he asked, “My opposite, I am here with a gift, something created just for you.” 

Civilization, El’zadir walked behind death escorting the elfs with her looking around the giant tree she was wandering inside. This was a new experience for her especially as things in the past couple days were not rather strange. Meeting life was an interesting prospect especially as she was a product of sapient life she wondered if life was technically her mother.

“I am everywhere.”

The voice echoed from all around. From the grass on the ground below them. From the titanic tree before them. From the small shrubs next to them. Allianthé stepped forth from her tree to meet her fellow divine. She met them with clasped hands and a bright smile. “I’m sorry.” She said, her voice restrained now only to her form. “If I had known you would visit I would prepared a feast.” Then her eyes darted towards the elves and her smile became just a little bit brighter. But her attention quickly shifted back to the two gods.

“My name is Allianthé, goddess of life. And  you are?”

El’zadir took a step back seeing Allianthé she soon said with a bow. “I am El’zadir, goddess of civilization, Allianthé.”

“I am Death.” Szukaj-Zycia said in a flat tone, “The one born in reaction to you, the one who turned these red flowers to nothing with just my touch when I wanted to gift one to you. I… am sorry for ruining your creations, I am envious of you, you do everything I cannot. So, in my hopes to give you something… I found one who can do what I cannot, and had her make something in your image… Something to repay you for what I have done. I have thought nothing of it, but to find a way to do this, thus I found her…”

For a few while now Allianthé felt that something had been amiss in the world. Something at the edges of her senses was plucking away at her creations. It put a stop to their growth forever. For a while she didn’t want to acknowledge that. Now that she was confronted with the truth, she couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“Death?” There was a quiver in her voice. Like it was about to crack. As she said it, she was filled with a realization of what it meant. The finality of it shook her. A tear fell from her eyes and she fought herself to stay composed. Who was this pale reflection? This cruel tyrant? Who dared to put a stop to her children? To life? [b]To her?[/b] Death!? She would shove such an insignificant concept aside! Her thoughts reached out towards the Khodex. Yes, should could break open that stone. She could scratch out the very idea of death!

And then she caught her temper. It was eating away at her. Yes, she could be as spiteful and uncaring as the wilds but she did not have to be. Death apologized. He admitted to his sin. He saw the error of his own way and brought her creation, even going as far as bidding another goddess to help him out, to rectify his mistakes. “Forgive my temper.” Allianthé said, though there was still an edge in her voice that she was trying to suppress. Then her eyes turned towards the elves. She needed to fill her heart with something else than sorrow for the lost flowers. “They look beautiful.” She said to the two gods. “Come, be welcome to Arbor. Home of the Khodex!” She said, her cheerful and friendly demeanor returned as she motioned towards the Tree of Life and the Khore within.

Behind him, as a shadow came through, several blue lights appeared in the darkness as his flowers bloomed, but he did not know. He just took a step to the side, and smiled softly. “If my creations were doomed by the touch of something I too would likely have a temper with that touch. I am angry at myself for not knowing what I am… But, I do now. I envied the beauty of your creation and work. I could only mimic it in my own world. Your flowers I touched are safe there, along with branches of this tree, and it’s seeds. My own place mimics this, and is behind walls to confuse those that try to harm it. I just hope… that… you find beauty in her work, it is something… Your creations are as beautiful as you, and I hope that they enjoy this life given, they will live long as I have not touched them, likely as old as us. But, if you wish to see your flowers again, I would be glad to show them to you.”

His eyes looked back at the goddess that stood closest to him, “I thank you… again, for aiding me.”

El’zadir looked at him giving a nod with a smile looking at Allianthé on the other hand she seemed a bit less than happy to learn of death. At Least for a moment she then said. “It is always good to help someone…” She then turned to Life bowing again saying. “It is a pleasure to also meet you Mother of life.”

The goddess of Life led the other divine and the elves towards the Tree of Life, but she bid the elves to stay outside. The conversation the group of divine were about to have would weigh too much on their newly born psyches she reckoned. It was better to spare them. So she explained how they could pluck the fruits from trees and eat them without fear.

Once inside in the Khore, Allianthé spoke up first while walking towards the center where the Khodex was still held. “I believe there are a great many things to discuss. Some more important than others.” Her eyes turned towards Death. “But allow me first to make a small request. This is the Khore, it is where the venerable Khodex first landed. All around you can see the alcoves. I would love it each of you could chose one and place something that represents you. So mortals who visit this place can learn about the divine.”

“And then I would like to make a request of you, lady El’zadir. I am but a simple goddess. Omnipotence still elludes me. So I need mortal followers. I thank you, both of you, for your gift of sapient mortals but I fear I am ill suited to give them more than full bellies and safe places to sleep. Frankly speaking, I need your help to make Arbor into the prosperous center of harmony that I wish to spread across the world.”

Death smiled softly as he looked at her, “I was written in to existence besides you life… I did not know my purpose when I stood beside you as you made this beauty… I knew nothing of myself except for I was different from you. I found my purpose because of you, and I found a way to create something… It is not as beautiful, but, I was hoping that one day, you would wish to see it once it was full… Death… I found is, just the beginning of another journey. Another part of life, I saw your beauty, even in death.”

The two could feel or hear the equivalent of machinery moving the clanking of machines on the march. El’zadir seemed hyper focused again but snapped as the clanking stopped before saying. “Of course I will help you Allianthé but… could you help the dwarfs that lay at the roots of thy tree make a home for them as I work on helping the gift for you?” as she finished speaking the sound of clanking of old gears returned. As she drifted following the elfs only saying. “Come please there is much to do…”

“I dearly wish to believe that death is beautiful.” Allianthé said, now left alone with the one other deity presiding over a primordial function of the universe. Her voice was solemn. “But it is an end to life. Whatever dies cannot grow anymore. What comes after can be beautiful but in its own right.” She stepped up towards Death and reached to touch his cheek. “Death is no path that should be taken. When I envisioned life, it had no end. Will you help me restore that vision?”

Death smiled softly, and he slowly reached for her hand, it was likely cold, but sincere, “I love life, but that is not my path. I do not control how something dies, only once it does. I will give back to you what life needs to nourish itself. With what all is written, I can only do so much to assist you my opposite.” 

His eyes closed as he looked down, “But, once it dies, it spirit goes to me, I give it back, or I take it to where it can grow… where it can see it’s past, and enjoy what it was. I am building it still, I built some, but it is new, and I already have several occupants to my home. They cannot come back without effort. But, I do not think they wish to either…” 

“You and them can remain wrong for now I suppose. As long you do not stop me on my quest to restore the original vision, I’ll be happy.” Allianthé offered Death a faint smile. As long as he wouldn’t resist her. A part of her believed he might though. As much as he claimed to love life he seemed to enjoy making its mimicry. What would happen once the living stopped dying and thus stopped visiting. She took a step back, restoring the distance between the two. “Feel free to chose your alcove. Mortals should learn about even you.” With that and an small, apologetic bow she strode outside the Tree of Life.

The dwarves she found were small and stocky. Already they looked as if the green lands above were a both to them. Below was their home and Allianthé knew it in an instant. With nothing but a thought the very earth began to move and sink. Smaller roots of the Tree of Life curled around the tunnels below. Making sure that they’d be supported. The goddess’ tunnels soon reached deep enough to find the tunnels already made there by another, and populated by another sapient species.

This was not enough to Allianthé. These dwarves would not remain content with fruits and simple vegetables. She saw in their eyes a need, a desire, for something stronger. So she manifested that desire. Deep within the hallowed root halls, she bid a new plant to come forth. It was little more than a shrub growing on the ceiling of these great halls, fed by the Tree of Life’s influence. Of course, the shrub could be planted above ground as well, in the nourishing warmth of the sun. Allianthé smiled as she sensed the new life already flourishing and producing the soon to be sought after nuts. In her heart she hoped El’Zadir would enjoy love it.

El’zadir meanwhile dealt with the elfs above, her first experiment was with the Saleve'nios and with that experience she started working she had little energy as of the moment. But she knew that Allianthé would help them in the long run. So she worked in setting up a law system amongst the elves, teaching them and instructing them in ways of order. Creating a society focused around the sanctity of nature, the importance of family, and the veneration of life. At the same time she began to teach them to use the tools given by death to make arts in the walls. To make ink and craft beautiful items to be in their hands small wooden sculptures to grand paintings that would put awe to the eyes of many. She then teached then how to tame the animals of the wild and use then to their needs, riding to transportation to others. At the same time she used their skills to teach them and their curiosity on how to craft and create great tools and items from the little materials they could find around. She worked on following Allianthé’s request followed by her focused mind and fully guided by her domain.

Death just watched the others leave, and he looked for a small spot in the hall as he found the outcove across from life, and he slowly placed a hand to where it was as he moved a part of his cloak from his shoulder and tore it off before forming something to look like him pointing across the room. He sighed softly, and knew the other two were gone. He knew that life, likely did not trust him, and that was a fair statement, and thought. He was not of a domain to be trusted, he was death, a finality. But he believed it didn’t have to be, that you should cherish your life. He knew life did not think that way, and he only saw it as life, and death. Then, he thought of her words, a way to end it, there was a way. He smiled softly, and left the treet, touching it with his cloak instead of his hand. 

He raced around to find the dwarves had left his world to enter this one again, well some of them, not all of them. He followed them down to where they were now going to live. “Allianthe, I may have a way… It… will not look good, but it is another necessity if, I wish to be like you, with how many things are in this world, there is one thing that can control it. It is a hard one, but if you trust me. I will forever be yours.” 

[hider=Summary]
Death after killing the flowers of Allianthé, went on seeking help of someone to deal with it. Finding El'zadir Civilization in her tasks in the lands of the Harrowfane, after finding she has a defficit of attention. He then went on to ask for El'zadir for a gift for life after having a small talk. El'zadir accepted that and she made the elfs and after so a blood rain began having to make then sleep after the planet had a blood wide rain and death itself scared then. From there he took El'zadir and the elfs into the tree of life were Allianthé lived. Soon after making dwarfs as a repayment towards her gift to life. 

After entering her home and having a small tense moment for Allianthé after learning of death's existance. She and him had a small yet very similar to husband and wife debacle. With civilization dealing with it feeling confused as if it was either a friendship or something else atleast in her mind. Allianthé and Death soon after made a peace with Life asking for civilization to help with the elfs in making a home in the great tree of life. Which she did at the same time Life made for the dwarfs ale nut plans.
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[hider=MP]
El'zadir=5mp
- 3 Mp used to making a sapient race: Elves
- 2 MP used for technological advancement x2
 * 1 MP carving and laws.
 * 1 MP incredible arts and taming animals.
El'zadir=0mp

Szukaj-życia=10mp
- 3 MP used to making a sapient race: Dwarfs
- 1 Mp crafting.
- 1 Mp for the shrine.
Szukaj-życia=5mp

Allianthé=9MP
- 1mp used to move dirt around
- 1mp (upped to 2) to make the ale nuts
Allianthé=7mp
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