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In those distant days, those ancient nights, afore the foundation of all things and the rise of the First City, it is said that the head of Sarhush was crowned only with wisdom. Even then in the earliest of times his ambitions and great vision were present; he looked upon the bleak waste-expanse of an unnamed world, his lip curled.

He stood, and then he spun, beholding the entirety of the creation that surrounded him. His sharp eyes pierced the mist, for he sees with a sight that is beyond the sight of men. He observed that chaos and formlessness abounded, draped over the shoulders of creation as a thick shroud, but the world yearned for more than that. There was an inner working within its depths, a structure and an ordering that longed to burst forth and gloriously manifest. Sarhush accepted the silent task of freeing that greatness; he began at once the work of cultivating this plane.

All great works must begin as a thought, and then with a name: so Sarhush called the world [abbr=Meaning something like 'The Ordered Realm' or 'The Realm Established by Divine Decree'][b][color=#9E5020]Ashuru[/color][/b][/abbr]. He proclaimed the name aloud, with no heed for the other beings about him. He had yet to truly notice them. 

As the words parted from Sarhush's lips, there manifested a Me. In open moment did the go have an open hand, the palm outstretched towards the forbidding outline of the nearby forest--he knew instinctively that he did not like that place, and that if its corruption managed to fully manifest, he would have to see it destroyed--and in the next moment the first Me manifested. It took shape as a perfectly smooth disc of stone, contoured like the land and the sea around and streaked with the colors of this bleak landscape. It was a sort of model of Ashuru.

Sarhush did not know what to make of the thing; his fingers had hardly grasped the newly manifested Me before it fell from his hand. He knew it was important, so he shifted it to his left palm and clutched it tightly for safekeeping. Conceiving of such a Me was a form of exertion in its own ineffable way; though this was a toil of the hands, it nonetheless made Sarhush break a sweat. It was only then that he noticed a ripe and unpleasant odor. He sniffed at the Me of Ashuru, but there was no aroma permeating from it. He sniffed at the sea breeze, but it carried a different and less pungent sort of scent; he even stooped to smell the bleak black sand. Only then did he think to smell beneath his own arm, and he realized that the reek was that of his own sweat. He laughed and paid no more heed to the stink; there was too much important work for him to be concerned with washing it away.

At some point in his musings, one of the others had spoken to herself. He hadn't paid any heed as she'd said 'trident', but when she announced her intention to wander off, it caught Sarhush's attention.

“Join if you care, it matters little to me,” she called out. At least she had some initiative.

Sarhush did not especially care to leave the shore so soon, so he answered her, [color=#9E5020]"When you have finished, return to us with your findings!"[/color]

Another one, Khthon, seemed to be scrutinizing the black sand much more closely than Sarhush had felt necessary. 

Perhaps not all beings were in possession of such vision and purpose as Sarhush. Perhaps the others would need direction and command from him, lest they find themselves idle, or playing with sand, or wandering off to explore before the precise nature of their work had even been decided. He made note of this thought, but at that time he had not yet entirely understood the concept of kingship or accepted his mantle there, so it was not yet enough to manifest a second Me.

[color=#9E5020]"I am Sarhush, and this world I have called Ashuru,"[/color] the god boomed loud enough for the rest of them to hear, even the departing Adria. He always stood tall, but in that moment he straightened himself and stood even taller, chin held high. [color=#9E5020]"We have much work set out before us, but first we must gather our bearings."[/color]

Sarhush's eye was caught by a small seashell by his foot, but he did not stoop down to inspect it any closer. Further down the shore was something that seemed much more important: the sphere of perfect smoothness. His gaze transfixed upon the object for a long moment. [color=#9E5020]"What is that thing?"[/color] he asked aloud, not so loud or authoritative as he'd been a moment ago. He strode towards it with the mind to claim the orb in his right hand. Could it be like the Me that he held in his left?

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Lucid Action: Creation of the Me of Ashuru, which confers knowledge of 'the wider world' as a concept, as well as Sarhush's name for it. 

Feel free to make competing names for the world IC though!
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