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A solemn wind disturbed a dune of stellar ash, sweeping dead stars, like dust, across the galactic sea. The thing that looked like a man gazed on, wishing it all away.

"Why?" said the thing that looked like a girl. "Why did we let it happen this way?"

"Because we were afraid," said the thing that looked like a man. "Because we wanted them to live, and never gave them room to breathe."

"Then let them have it," said the thing that looked like a girl, clenching her quivering hands into fists. "Let them have it all. Let them make this world their own; let no limits be upon them. Let them laugh and cry and hate. Let them go out there and be happy," said the thing that looked like a girl, laying her hands on the thing that impaled the man. "Set them free."

"You know not what you do."

"I don't care," said she.

The thing that looked like a girl wrenched the javelin from his chest and raised a great cry. Then she hurled it into the darkness, where it tore a wound so bright that quenched stars lit in its gaze, and she braced as the winds of dawn blazed against her, burning her, igniting the dune and the body and all the stars therein, blowing it apart and carrying its dust into a new galaxy.

She stretched her hands against the force of the wind, and felt a mass growing where the gale met her palms; and when the mass grew too great to hold back, she stretched out her other hand, and a smaller mass grew there; and when the gale overcame her they slipped from her palms and she tumbled back, laughing, as the two orbs spun one around the other.

As they fell into the cool distance, she grabbed the greater mass in her hands and twisted it; she felt it warm, and fizz. She clutched its warmth to her chest, and kissed it, and the moisture of her lips enveloped it.

And the thing that looked like a girl fell onto its surface, where the sun warmed her still, and she laughed, and her joy rose on the horizon in a hot, clean blue that covered the sky. And she struck her palm at the ocean, and a plume of cyan entered it. Again and again she struck, dancing along the shore, until the sea was filled with life and oxygen.

Then she fell to her knees, exhausted.


"Take it!" said the thing that looked like a girl, laughing as the tears streaked down her face. "Come and take it all."






Free, Large Group, Nation, Fantasy, Historical, Military, Romance


This RP was inspired by an OldGuild roleplay, named Divinus, GMed by ActRaiser. It found new life in the early summer of 2015 and developed tremendously as Divinus: They Deity Roleplay Mk.I. A new iteration, Mk.II, has since been and continues to be an astounding success. We would now like to launch a new version, reconfigured and refined for the Free Section –
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The being called Mater Lei acts as doormaster and concierge to the universe. Without her consent nothing can enter the universe from beyond, and no-one can leave until their allotted Time. It is said that she acts in the interests of Fate, though what these might be is inscrutable, perhaps even to her.

The Door through which the first gods enter the universe comes in many forms. Each god that enters the universe does so in a unique way- Some rise from pools, others hatch from eggs; some dream their way into reality, others simply take shape in the void; some are reincarnated, and yet others are stillborn.

The physical location of the Door is hidden in the depths of an ancient vault, and cruelly guarded by Mater Lei. Of her two Avatars, Alto, a being of pure Light, is said to hold the Key, and Malkut, a being of pure Force, is said to hold the Lock.

Punctual yet notoriously unreliable, Mater Lei hears all requests and considers every question posed to her, even the frivolous ones- but does not answer so many. Any god may approach her dwelling-place in order to ask favour, such as to retrieve something from beyond the universe, or allow them to leave it, or to grant them power, or relieve them of its burden.

Sometimes these requests are granted freely, or on certain conditions. Often they are turned down. It is far safer, either way, to rely on one's own power. Mater Lei has been known to lie and cheat on her deals, and her letters are not lacking in razorblades.

While otherwise much like any other god, Mater Lei has been present since the birth of the universe, and curates mysteries even older than that. Her vault is filled with secrets and relics of the most ancient kind. Do not take this temptation lightly. Although far from infinite, Mater Lei commands tremendous power, and responsibility for her things will fall on the shoulders of any pantheon with the hubris to depose her.
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A solemn wind disturbed the dune of stellar ash, sweeping dead stars, like dust, across the galactic sea. The thing that looked like a man gazed on, and wished it all away.

"Why?" said the thing that looked like a girl. "Why did we let it happen this way?"

"Because we were afraid," said the thing that looked like a man. "Because we wanted them to live, and never gave them room to breathe."

"Then let them have it," said the thing that looked like a girl, clenching her quivering hands into fists. "Let them have it all. Let them make this world their own; let no limits be upon them. Let them laugh and cry and hate. Let them go out there and be happy," said the thing that looked like a girl, laying her hands on the thing that impaled the man. "Let them go."

"You know not what you do."

"I don't care," she said.

The thing that looked like a girl wrenched the javelin from his chest and raised a great cry. Then she hurled it into the darkness, where it tore a wound so bright that quenched stars lit in its gaze.

The thing that looked like a girl braced as the winds of dawn raced past her, burning her, igniting the dune and the stars therein, burning away the body of the man and carrying its dust into a new galaxy.

She stretched her hands against the force of the wind, and felt a mass growing where the gale met her palms; and when the mass grew too great to hold back, she stretched out her other hand, and a smaller mass grew there; and when the gale overcame her they slipped from her palms and she tumbled back, laughing, as the two orbs spun one around the other.

She grabbed the greater mass in her hands, and twisted it, and felt it warm and fizz; and she clutched its warmth to her chest, and kissed it, and the moisture of her lips enveloped it.

And the thing that looked like a girl fell onto its surface, where the sun warmed her still, and she laughed, and her joy rose on the horizon in a hot, clean blue that covered the sky. And she struck her palm at the ocean, and a plume of cyan entered it. Again and again she struck, dancing along the shore, until the sea was filled with life and oxygen.

Then she fell to her knees, exhausted.


"Take it," said the thing that looked like a girl, laughing as the tears streaked down her face. "Come and take it all."
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A solemn wind disturbed a dune of stellar ash, sweeping dead stars, like dust, across the galactic sea. The thing that looked like a man gazed on, and wished it all away.

"Why?" said the thing that looked like a girl. "Why did we let it happen this way?"

"Because we were afraid," said the thing that looked like a man. "Because we wanted them to live, and never gave them room to breathe."

"Then let them have it," said the thing that looked like a girl, clenching her quivering hands into fists. "Let them have it all. Let them make this world their own; let no limits be upon them. Let them laugh and cry and hate. Let them go out there and be happy," said the thing that looked like a girl, laying her hands on the thing that impaled the man. "Set them free."

"You know not what you do."

"I don't care," said she.

The thing that looked like a girl wrenched the javelin from his chest and raised a great cry. Then she hurled it into the darkness, where it tore a wound so bright that quenched stars lit in its gaze.

The thing that looked like a girl braced as the winds of dawn blazed against her, burning her, igniting the dune and the body and all the stars therein, blowing it apart and carrying its dust into a new galaxy.

She stretched her hands against the force of the wind, and felt a mass growing where the gale met her palms; and when the mass grew too great to hold back, she stretched out her other hand, and a smaller mass grew there; and when the gale overcame her they slipped from her palms and she tumbled back, laughing, as the two orbs spun one around the other.

As they fell into the cool distance, she grabbed the greater mass in her hands and twisted it; she felt it warm, and fizz. She clutched its warmth to her chest, and kissed it, and the moisture of her lips enveloped it.

And the thing that looked like a girl fell onto its surface, where the sun warmed her still, and she laughed, and her joy rose on the horizon in a hot, clean blue that covered the sky. And she struck her palm at the ocean, and a plume of cyan entered it. Again and again she struck, dancing along the shore, until the sea was filled with life and oxygen.

Then she fell to her knees, exhausted.


"Take it," said the thing that looked like a girl, laughing as the tears streaked down her face. "Come and take it all."
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A solemn wind disturbed a dune of stellar ash, sweeping dead stars, like dust, across the galactic sea. The thing that looked like a man gazed on, and wished it all away.

"Why?" said the thing that looked like a girl. "Why did we let it happen this way?"

"Because we were afraid," said the thing that looked like a man. "Because we wanted them to live, and never gave them room to breathe."

"Then let them have it," said the thing that looked like a girl, clenching her quivering hands into fists. "Let them have it all. Let them make this world their own; let no limits be upon them. Let them laugh and cry and hate. Let them go out there and be happy," said the thing that looked like a girl, laying her hands on the thing that impaled the man.

"You know not what you do."

"I don't care," she said.

The thing that looked like a girl wrenched the javelin from his chest and raised a great cry. Then she hurled it into the darkness, where it tore a wound so bright that quenched stars lit in its gaze.

The thing that looked like a girl braced as the winds of dawn blazed against her, burning her, igniting the dune and the body and all the stars therein, blowing it apart and carrying its dust into a new galaxy.

She stretched her hands against the force of the wind, and felt a mass growing where the gale met her palms; and when the mass grew too great to hold back, she stretched out her other hand, and a smaller mass grew there; and when the gale overcame her they slipped from her palms and she tumbled back, laughing, as the two orbs spun one around the other.

She grabbed the greater mass in her hands, and twisted it, and felt it warm and fizz; and she clutched its warmth to her chest, and kissed it, and the moisture of her lips enveloped it.

And the thing that looked like a girl fell onto its surface, where the sun warmed her still, and she laughed, and her joy rose on the horizon in a hot, clean blue that covered the sky. And she struck her palm at the ocean, and a plume of cyan entered it. Again and again she struck, dancing along the shore, until the sea was filled with life and oxygen.

Then she fell to her knees, exhausted.

"Take it," said the thing that looked like a girl, laughing as the tears streaked down her face."Come and take it all."
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Concierge of the Gods

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'


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While Lei's Domain is a mystery, much is known of her portfolios. The most obvious is Automata, beings of clockwork and coiled springs, which she creates effortlessly and in great number. Another is strongly linked to books of fiction, of which she has a nearly limitless supply, and the contents of which she can realise as simulacra, forming not-quite illusory flora and fauna from words on a page. The third involves powerful transmutative magic, especially of her own body and environment.

Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
Chaotic Neutral

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Lei likes to be fancy. Not act fancy, just be fancy. Fond of dramatic entrances, an aura of untouchable smugness pervades most of what she does, which is usually exactly what you don't want her to do. Life's a game, when you're the Mater, and it's easy to get the impression that she wears her masks purely to hide the fact that she's about to laugh at you.

With all the petty spite of someone who enjoys tripping up passerby with her cane, Mater Lei placidly denies or subverts every request placed on the position she's been entrusted with, and happily cheats, tricks and lies her way through godly business. Fortunately, she's not malicious, and will bow out and call quits before she involves herself with serious trouble. Lei also tends to be polite, even helpful, especially in things of little (or extraordinary) consequence.

For all her easygoing strut, Lei isn't entirely secure in herself. She hides her anger well, but not perfectly, and fears both her task and her pantheon. She tells herself that she is safe, and can usually believe it, but there's only so much she can do.

She also attends a lot of balls.

Gᴏᴀʟs
It is Mater Lei's belief, informed or otherwise, that the gods must be both the sole and the sovereign rulers of the universe. There can be no great power outside them, nor may any great power surpass them. For this reason, Lei guards the Vault from which the gods emerged and to which they may return, such that none of her nieces and nephews in the pantheon may wield power other than their own.

Lei isn't particularly stringent about this, though. The Door tends to stay perfectly well closed of its own accord, and she's known to let the pantheon loan or make use of other oddities in the Vault in order to perform feats that may otherwise have been beyond them, such as creating planets, travelling time, or altering the fundamental properties of the universe. The costs of operating such oddities are high, but so long as Lei doesn't have to pay it herself, she doesn't particularly care either. Her primary goal, after all, is simply to have a grand old time.

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Lei seldom changes form, but regularly her costume. From formal to semi-formal to casual, Lei always has some outfit up her sleeve for the occasion, usually in the gold-grey colour scheme she's addicted to. She wears human flesh often, usually stealing the body of whichever pretty mortal girl she last ran into, sometimes returning it later and often keeping it (and the girl) for herself as an attendant. When the need arises to be small, she takes the form of a serpent.

All of Lei's mortal faces are masks, stolen one way or another. In this way, though she may be highly expressive when she wants to be, her insecurities remain securely bound up inside her.

Lei's avatars are two, and rather different: Malkut, the radiant automaton, is a powerful being born of her more diligent side, not so prone to travel, and Alto, the harpy, is a lazy wanderer. These twin sons almost never appear in the same place, and generally keep to themselves.

Lei's dresses are innumerable, and rumour has it her wardrobe is a major demiplane.

Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ
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The Demon Slayer

'...you ARE a boy, right?'


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Being a Hero, Yu has neither domain nor portfolio. However, his powers are clear. Yu is an adept manufacturer of war demons, creating them one by one with his own magic and contorting them into weapons or binding them into servants. Such power has many applications beyond the fields of war (a large devil will just as easily plough a field as carry a chariot), but it is for war that this skills were long ago learned.

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Yu is a hero of a kind not wholly undeserving of the title. Very patient and always of reason to smile, Yu deals kindly with his fellow mortals until the time comes to stop doing that. He (he?) is also cheeky, and a relentless flirt, in a mostly (but not entirely) tasteful fashion. His respect for authority is certainly no less than his respect for all other things, but it doesn't seem to be much greater, either.

If Yu has a crippling flaw, it is that he follows orders well. If given reason to perform a task for another, he will do it, swiftly, cleanly, and with chilling brutality. The nature of his trade, where he plies it, has somehow become wholly separate from who he is in his own mind. Its consequences are the responsibility of those who ordered him. To Yu, it is not only normal to wipe blood off one's knives before playing with children, but wholly and utterly mundane.

Gᴏᴀʟs
A knight in search of a lord. Yu does not work for the highest bidder unless he or someone he treasures is in desperate need of the money. Instead he seeks noble causes and honourable leaders. He need not stay by them for long. It is not unheard of for Yu to pledge himself to a lord whose principality has fallen under siege only long enough to drive the invaders back to the border, and leave them to fend for themselves after that.

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'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'
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Mater Lei
Concierge of the Gods

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'


Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ
██████ (██████ | ██████ | Automata)

While Lei's Domain is a mystery, much is known of her portfolios. The most obvious is Automata, beings of clockwork and coiled springs, which she creates effortlessly and in great number. Another is strongly linked to books of fiction, of which she has a nearly limitless supply, and the contents of which she can realise as simulacra, forming not-quite illusory flora and fauna from words on a page. The third involves powerful transmutative magic, especially of her own body and environment.

Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
Chaotic Neutral

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Lei likes to be fancy. Not act fancy, just be fancy. Fond of dramatic entrances, an aura of untouchable smugness pervades most of what she does, which is usually exactly what you don't want her to do. Life's a game, when you're the Mater, and it's easy to get the impression that she wears her masks purely to hide the fact that she's about to laugh at you.

With all the petty spite of someone who enjoys tripping up passerby with her cane, Mater Lei placidly denies or subverts every request placed on the position she's been entrusted with, and happily cheats, tricks and lies her way through godly business. Fortunately, she's not malicious, and will bow out and call quits before she involves herself with serious trouble. Lei also tends to be polite, even helpful, especially in things of little (or extraordinary) consequence.

For all her easygoing strut, Lei isn't entirely secure in herself. She hides her anger well, but not perfectly, and fears both her task and her pantheon. She tells herself that she is safe, and can usually believe it, but there's only so much she can do.

She also attends a lot of balls.

Gᴏᴀʟs
It is Mater Lei's belief, informed or otherwise, that the gods must be both the sole and the sovereign rulers of the universe. There can be no great power outside them, nor may any great power surpass them. For this reason, Lei guards the Vault from which the gods emerged and to which they may return, such that none of her nieces and nephews in the pantheon may wield power other than their own.

Lei isn't particularly stringent about this, though. The Door tends to stay perfectly well closed of its own accord, and she's known to let the pantheon loan or make use of other oddities in the Vault in order to perform feats that may otherwise have been beyond them, such as creating planets, travelling time, or altering the fundamental properties of the universe. The costs of operating such oddities are high, but so long as Lei doesn't have to pay it herself, she doesn't particularly care either. Her primary goal, after all, is simply to have a grand old time.

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Lei seldom changes form, but regularly her costume. From formal to semi-formal to casual*, Lei always has some outfit up her sleeve for the occasion, usually in the gold-grey colour scheme she's addicted to. She wears human flesh often, usually stealing the body of whichever pretty mortal girl she last ran into who happened to be wearing her colours*, sometimes returning it later and often keeping it (and the girl) for herself as an attendant. When the need arises to be small, she takes the form of a serpent.

All of Lei's faces are masks, made or stolen one way or another. In this way, though she may be highly expressive when she wants to be, her insecurities remain securely bound up inside her.

Lei's avatars are two, and rather different: Malkut, the radiant automaton, is a powerful being born of her more diligent side, not so prone to travel, and Alto, the harpy, is a lazy wanderer. These twin sons almost never appear in the same place, and generally keep to themselves.

Lei's dresses are innumerable, and rumour has it her wardrobe is a major demiplane.

Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ


*Models photographed are Choi Sora and Ikebana Katsu, respectively.
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The new gods passed in a blur. Like wind, they flowed from the door and rushed past her, whipping each way in colourful zephyrs of life and creation, speaking much, but saying nothing. Mater Lei stood fixed before the Door, holding the orb of the Lock like a beacon as they came.

A small tug brought her back to reality: a tiny fairy, pulling at the edge of her robe. Sensing her awareness, it scurried into the shade of the Towers.

Without turning, Lei gazed into the Vault. A single gramophone revolved silently on its table, nothing else around. Slowly she pulled a long pin from her coat, and rammed it through the vinyl. A second later there was a spark as its motor died and began steaming smoke.

Time squealed to a halt.

She'd been alone too long, Lei realised. She had grown used to unlimited time. Now that habit would have to end. Age would keep up with youth if it wants to stay alive. She turned her head to her sons. The younger had dutifully followed the Dragon as he swept away over the ocean. The elder was off in the forest. Lei rolled her eyes. He could stay there.

"Malkut."

The Avatar performed a fifth-dimensional turn and faced her from the edge of the planet, replying immediately. "It is as you suspected. The Dragon named Grimloq has raised an isle of magma, and laid a clutch of children upon it. Creation has been enacted to no great destructive counterweight- other than some localised earthquakes." She nodded. "However, there is a large tidal wave headed your way as a result of the vulcanism."

"Thank you, Malkut. And the other?"

"Gremju the Imp discovered a desert plain on the northern plateau, and has left it charred. Strange crystal hovers above it. Beyond this I do not know."

"Thank you. I will handle them from here." Brilliant lines and figures formed themselves from solid light, an intricate net that spun all around her. "Here are some schematics. Malkut, take my power and realize them before our Time re-starts." Malkut stepped through space onto the beach while Lei walked into the water. "Alto..." Some rustling from the bushes. "...Keep doing whatever the hell it is you think you're doing."

Mater Lei raised her cane in two hands and stretched it into a long staff, then brought it down over her knee, bending it into a sharp crook. As Malkut directed the silks and shadows of her power, she leapt into the air, past the atmosphere and through orbit, landing in Gremju's plain.

"Not so fast, lad," she said to the frozen gremlin, hooking him by the neck and dragging him along with her as she flew to the beach and dumped him there. "If you're going to be a nuisance, Gremju, then they should know who they have to blame." He landed face first in the swamp water. "Have fun."

She leapt again and landed upon Grimloq's isle, was about to hook him in the same way, then paused. As her hand brushed the surface of the brilliant eggs, Lei looked up and saw the beauty of it, this fiery island and its dragon emperor. She turned away. "Raise your children here and raise them strong, Creator," she said, crook tapping molten stone. "But come. You should learn the names of your brothers. Soon enough, so will they."

Lei returned to the Beach, where Malkut was still working. A great veil of dark and white had descended over the region, bearing streams of material from inland. She located Kap Gam, the first arrival, in the heavens. Did she know she was frozen? She looked like she might.

"You know why you're here," said the Mater, though she herself did not. She plucked a Tower spore from the air and watched it grow. "You are welcome in my universe, traveller. Be at peace." The rest could be left unsaid. Kap Gam knew she was trapped, and Lei raised no denial.

She saluted Promus, and plucked a spider-like mist from his clouds. "Only so much nuisance this universe can take, my dear," she said to the nascent Sebna. "Let the adults be."

As Lei flicked Sebna into the forest and descended to it herself, she moved on to the other one, the one that had demanded her attention. "There comes a time, Seidhara, when all mothers must let their children go." Her crook drew idly in the sand as she spoke. "My Door does not open so easily. If you would yearn for cubs not of this world, show me, first, that you can provide." Lei moved on. For now.

Ipeyr received a comforting pat on the back. "Pleasure to have you, my dear," she purred. "Keep working on your introductions."

She walked over the waters of Pelegath's swamp, merging smoothly with the roots of Ipeyr's woods. "Romantic, isn't it?" she said, stirring some gunk with her foot. When she realised she meant it, she laughed. She stroked the cheek of his bird. "There is always a place for those with an eye for the odd and the subtle. Be welcome, Pelegath. Renew."

As she spoke this, Lei emerged from the Vault with a thing like a double pendulum, but that it had infinite joints and infinite branches, and was swinging in every direction at once. She tapped it, and the simple forces of change accelerated in all the newborn life beyond her. Released for a moment from the grip that held the gods, swamp, woods and shore soon interlocked to form a mangrove, then a salt marsh further out. "You may enjoy this," she said, not only to him. "Only do not lose track of what you grow."

"...but I don't have to tell you that, do I, Larwen?" she said, draping an arm over the Corrupter's shoulder. Side by side with him, it was remarkable how similar they were in frame: too tall, too spindly, and too horned to be human. He had escaped notice, but not from her. "You've embodied a noble quest. Not graceful, by any means, pft- but noble." She flicked her hand idly to the trees. "Don't get yourself killed."

Lei walked away, running her metacarpels over the biolithic shell of the Goldari. Such a beautiful thing, she thought, deep underwater, stretching her crook out around the neck of the nearest Faliargun to pull his body away from its jaws. One by one she drew the newborn humanoids into the safety of waters enclosed by Malkut's rising construction, and the Goldari she left outside.

"In time these gates will open, Orfai," she said as she finished her work. "In time you will teach them many things, and they will live or die according to such. For now, I offer them sanctuary. For a little while." She walked off into the Ipeyr wood. "I'm sure you'll find a secret to tell them in due time."

It seemed a shame to lose the graceful cypresses of Ipeyr's forest to the coastal evolution that reigned outside, and so Lei sequestered them within the structure Malkut had built. It was finished, now, silently and in full beauty. Lei could ask nothing more from a son.



The exterior of Lei's shelter was a mere fortress, but the interior was the work of gods. Larger within than without, it easily contained much of Ipeyr's forest, and Kap Gam's towers and Orfai's shoreline, and Pelegath's swamp. All of these spilled outwards, beyond its walls, and onto the coast, but here, now, a little of their first work was preserved. It was grim, and it was colourless, and it was cold and impenetrable, and in its hardened wings it would shelter every beauty they provided forevermore. And thus did Mater Lei show her splendour.

...she supposed she did have to make something with colour eventually.

When she found Kikoquatl in her tunnels, Lei simply laughed, and she laughed for a long time. Without a merry word, she cast her shade around the edge of the pit by which the little insect had emerged, and the shade silhouetted light, and became light, firelight; and the firelight condensed into bright orange fruits, huge and heavy, as tall as a man or larger laying amidst creepers on the ground.

Lei took one and carved it, and hung it on the Orb, where it soaked up the energy without burning and shone light from its mouth and eyes, and thus was the first jack-o-lantern made.

There was only one more, the one Seidhara had been speaking with. She seemed the patient type, even disregarding the break in time, so Lei-

-something behind Lei's mask went very wide. Aella could not hide the shadow of the blood, nor the shape of the armour. Not from her. Mater Lei reached out an unstable hand. "Do I..."

The hand returned to her side in a trembling fist, the question drawn back. No, thought Lei. I don't know you. I deleted those memories. The past was over. There was no blood.

"Thank you for comforting our new sister, Aella," she said, simply and kindly. "May this world be gracious to you, also."

With that she returned to the shore. She was just in time to watch Time escape from the grip of the smouldering instrument on the shore. The world and its gods returned to their business, perhaps a little wiser of the one who had invited them in.

Lei watched the machine quiet down. The table was nice enough. She spirited it away somewhere into the fortress. The gramophone she hurled into the sea, where it belonged. Just a flick of her wrist.

"Welcome," she said to them all, replacing the pin.
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DONE
Kap Gam
Gremju
Grimloq
Seidhara
Ipeyr
Pelegath

PLANNED
Kikoquatl
Aella

NOT DONE
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Orfai
Sebna
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Alto, Malkut

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War (Martial Combat)
Level 2

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Level 2

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Level 2

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Level 2

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Level 2

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Level 1

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Fire (Rage)
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Level 2
'Him'

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Light (Kindness)
Level 1 ish maybe? idk sorry Frettzo ily

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[url=roleplayerguild.com/posts/4638755]Kap Gam[/url]
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Level 2

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[url=roleplayerguild.com/posts/4639929]Césure Virgule[/url]
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Aella - Light (Kindness) - Level 1 ish maybe? idk sorry Frettzo ily

Axnas - Cosmos (Sun) - Level 1

Césure Virgule - Death (the Mortal Coil) - Level 1

Gremju - Challenge (Madness) - Level 2

Grimloq - Fire (Rage) - Level 2

Ipeyr - Life (Healing) - Level 2

Kap Gam - Supernatural (Souls) - Level 2

Kikoquatl - Hunger (Energy) - Level 2

Larwen - Perfection (Corruption) - Level 2

Lasis - Culture (Innovation) - Level 1

Mater Lei - ██████ (██████ | ██████ | ██████) - Level 4 - Alto, Malkut

Orfai - Knowledge (Secrets) - Level 2 - 'Him'

Pelegath - Death (Decay) - Level 2

Promus - Civilisation (Speech) - Level 2

Regulus - Civilisation (Domestication) - Level 2

Rytia - Expression (Music) - Level 1

Sebna - End (Forgotten) - Level 2

Seidhara - War (Martial Combat) - Level 2
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-Greet Regulus
-Greet Faliir
-Kill a golem
-Rescue Yuu
-Alto's flight
-Malkut's Pass
-Things in the Garden
-End of Turn 0 - Take Flight
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Lei tapped her horn in salute to Césure, who left silently, with keen wide eyes, perhaps still unused to his new godhood, perhaps adjusting swiftly to the sights all around him. She let Promus greet the next arrival, who was of his own nature, and resolute therein. Still. She had to give Regulus some indication of who was Mater.

With a step and a long, single somersault, Lei crossed the skies to land effortlessly on the back of the Island Turtle.

"Well made, Regulus," she called, her voice spanning the intervening distance. One by one the griffins landed around her, watching for signs of chaos and entropy. Lei stomped the butt of her staff upon the back of the Turtle, and a pulse of life echoed into the sea below.

From the water, in wisps of dim magic, tiny creatures grew, helpless to the current yet none the less numerous for it as they sieved nourishment from the brine. Another stamp, and larger forms grew, ones with skeletons and brains, small and large, in the Turtle's shadow and where its flanks were washed by waves; they grew flippers, scales and finned tails, and crawled into the water, consuming one another as their smallest snapped for every flick of planktonic antennae.

Lei curled her hand. A wave doused her with spray, and the moisture formed a sea-lizard in her hand. "You know your duties. You have chosen to accept them. May your arbiters multiply over land and sea- their task is long." She tossed the reptile to the griffins, and they fed.

A flap of silk wings, and Lei soared once more to the horizon.


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Lei returned to the site of the Door to greet whichever new deity had managed to create itself in her absence, yet soon enough found it empty. ...Perhaps nineteen is enough.

With a solemn gaze she raised the golden orb, and with a click of the lock, the Door ceased to be. The beach was only a beach. The horizon was nothing more. The day was bright.

Mater Lei turned and left that place. It was done.

...

...Well, clearly not, she thought, turning in the direction of the sound. A knock?

Lei clicked open the Door and stepped into the Vault. Ah, I see, she thought. A fatality. The figure floated in the well-lit dark of not space, limp. A mortal? No.

Lei reached out to the cadaver and pulled it into reality.

A failed attempt.

The demigod fell onto the wooden floor where the Record had been played, and lay there, unmoving. Lei looked into the Door and saw what happened. Bits, flying, everywhere, pieces of god and man put together with sutures and fallen apart in the void. Power, stripped, evaporating, a world's worth of divine essence leaking from the body, and leaving it as what it was- nothing more and nothing less.

Not a mortal. A young man who had presumed on his ability to be something more, and paid a just price.

Well, thought Lei, nudging the body's slender shoulders with her foot, Maybe 'man' is a bit of a stretch.

There was still some power hanging in the void. Lei leapt for it, gathered up its pieces, and saw that they fit together. With some effort she reassembled them, the last spark of the demigod's power, into a weapon of a sort she hadn't seen for a long time, and had not expected to see again. Despite all the chaos, its magic was still intact, held together against all odds by the will or hubris of the demigod. Perhaps that was his mistake.

With the demon rifle on her back, Mater Lei returned from the depths to where the body lay. Freed of the strain of maintaining a cobbled-together divinity, a little warmth was beginning to re-enter the corpse. She lifted her crook and poked at it like a dead thing.

"...Am I a god?"

Lei flipped her cane and whacked him across the skull with it.

"Owwww!"

"No," she declared. "Absolutely not." The androgyne nursed his aching head.

"Mater Lei," she introduced, extending a hand.

"...Yuu." He took it and rose to his full height, which wasn't much. "I guess..." he looked around. "...I'll try again, then."

"No," she said. "This door is closed. You're the last one in. You may enjoy this new universe however you please."

Yuu looked down for some time. "Ah. ...Thank you." Then, up. "May I have my gun back?"

"No."

"...May I earn my gun back?"

"Maybe."

"..."

"..."

"...How?"

"Entertain me!" said Lei, sweeping her hands into the air with a grandiose shrug. "I'm sure you'll figure something out. In the meanwhile..." She shouldered the rifle and obliterated a nearby Plume. "...I'll take potshots." Lei looked back at him as though he hadn't been there before. "Is there anything else?"

"Can I see you naked?"

Lei shot another Plume, then turned to Yuu with a demon rifle in her arms and said, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Yuu leaned in. "I said, 'can I see you naked?'"

Lei looked at him.

"...You know, you had me all ready to be angry, but now I'm just impressed," she said with a slight huff. "No, you may not see me naked. However-" she extended another hand. "-you may remove my glove."

...

Well, thought Yuu, wading out of the Door a few seconds later with a shortbow on his back, slowly realising that he was in an entirely new universe. That was weird.


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