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There will be only a few things you need to know and that I will tell
1. I am a guy
2. why are you interested in who I am?
3. it can be very easy to make a friendship but you need to learn how to handle someone with Asperger a spectrum of autism plus several mental issues.
4. and also I am a bit of a quiet guy sometimes Specialy after a while but if you manage to catch my attention I can be very close and talkative sometimes.

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A surface of dirt near a river was quite calming until the surface exploded and El’zadir climbed up, looking down and then said to herself.

Right… new entrance hole…” Looking around some more, she saw that the land was finally peaceful, the crisis of long ago, gone. She was only having to deal with the silence she never grew accustomed to, even while managing the dwarfs down below as high queen. Putting her hands on her forehead she thought for a moment before saying. “Not time for this… I need to check the weird visions I get around here…Sylann, I think, was the name by what I could see.” She wandered forward wearing her dwarvish clothes. Mixed with some iron armor, angular and tough, that they made for her. The dwarves were growing faster by the day. So she marched on, thinking they could handle themselves for a little while, in the direction of the city in question.

It wasn’t so much the city that El’zadir came before but that of a great white wall, surrounded by pristine earth and the heavy flow of traffic leading from one of the main gates. Goblins wearing toga’s and mix matched leathers, walked in groups or rode upon wagons pulled by great rolly polly’s of blue and gray shells. The pitter patter of their multiple feet was like that of rain upon the worn cobbled path. Many of these merchants heckled one another and the random passerby, selling such goods as dried fruits, the random Tricity knicknack or the weathered bones of dead outer beast spawn.

Beastfolk praddled about in their myriad of forms. Some looked like seasoned warriors, large weapons strung at dusty leathered backs. Others wore garbs and some finery, carrying large woven baskets on top of their heads. Many small children ran amok upon the road, weaving in and out of traffic, under carts and in between legs. So too did some beastfolk ride on wagons pulled by an assortment of beasts of burden, carrying their trade goods. There was much talk of Thysia to the north, and the growing disputes of land claims. It seemed a border between the two lands had never actually been drawn out but the trade was good at least.

There was also the occasional human traveling amongst the groups of travelers, usually weather beaten and with dark expressions. Snouters in large droves waddled past as well, obviously in a hurry to get home. Those often carried various farming tools and a knife or two. And twice did a Syllianth gallop past upon a horse, even more in a hurry.

When the gates at last neared, El’zadir could see just how massive they were and that was when the wandering crowds began to pile up. It seemed before one could enter the city, one first had to pass the guard checkpoint. Large metallic figures loomed above the crowds, standing silent and imperious. They could have almost passed for statues until one moved at the behest of a Syllianth guardsman and off back into the city.

She could see that not many, if any at all, were being turned away from the gate. The flow of traffic continued on at a steady pace and before she knew it, El’zadir was before the gate itself. It was her turn. On either side of the road, guards were looking over passengers and then shuffling them off into the bustling streets of the city.

A youthful Syllianth man, wearing a simple tunic of leathers, came before her, a large black quill in his hand before a scroll of creamy paper. He didn’t even look at her as he asked, “What’s your business in Sylann today?”

While he didn’t watch her, she stood out of the entire crowd, a woman five feet tall with obsidian skin and moon silver hair. But she didn’t care about the lack of attention; it was something that she caused to those around her. She seemed in place even while sticking out completely; her divine powers allowed her to command, influence and even convince individuals of how they perceived her. Looking around she soon lowered herself with a light smile. She then said, “Forgive me, I am new around these parts. I traveled from long distant lands and just wish to visit.” she closed her eyes, turning her head a little, her smile looking quite friendly.

The green skinned man at once looked down at her, his quill ceasing its whimsical movement. His brows at once rose. His emerald eyes, set in that smooth metallic skin, seemed to scrutinize her for a long while. He then opened his mouth, revealing pearly teeth, and asked, “Say, what are you?” He then seemed to take in his own words and blinked before adding, “Pardon me but I have not yet seen one of your kind before these walls.”

El’zadir continued smiling, giving a light shrug. “My people aren’t easy to find. I guess you can say we are named by other people around us…” El’zadir thought for a moment, thinking of her origins. She was called more by others than by herself. She sighed at herself, her face breaking the smile for a moment. She looked exhausted as she opened her eyes. Their red glow seemed more intense. Her Will also seemed supreme over the green skinned man, almost like her words commanded authority. Like a king forcing him to comply. “But I think this is not much of a worry for you right? I mean I am just passing by, it's not like someone like me can cause a lot of problems…

One of the towering constructs seemed to swivel its head and focus on the two or had it been watching the entire time? The syllianth man seemed to shrink before the shorter woman, if that was possible. He blinked a few times, seemed to shrug his shoulders and brought up his parchment to his face, quill beginning to work with flourish. “Carry on and stay out of trouble.” he said a few moments later and stepped out of her path, motioning along.

The great gates waited bare before her. She smiled, giving a nod to the man, before moving forward towards the gates. She looked at the constructs and pondered what they were for a moment. Sapient yes, she could tell, but wondered if they were mortal made or god made. She passed them all the same and entered into the outskirts of the great city. Here the crowds were thick and evermoving. Vendors in their ramshackle carts lined the streets before stone houses. They called out to the passersby, peddling their goods with every hand gesture and eyebrow raised. From food to wooden trinkets, there was a plethora of such stalls. All preying on beleaguered wanderers for the greatest gains.

El did not linger here for long, as the flow of the crowds took her deeper into the heart of the city. Here stalls became businesses with colorful signs above their nice homes. The smells of baked goods and of ale, for once, cut above the waft of the crowd and unwashed bodies. Here children ran amok, play-fighting and chasing one another. Several almost ran into her once, proclaiming that they were to run down a great demon before supper. The streets grew less populated with every step but there were still so many different people. Unlike the road in, Sylann seemed to have a healthy population of almost every sentient race save her dwarves and the few more unsavory types. They all blended in well and there was seldom any signs of violence or thievery, with the large constructs and guards wandering the streets here and there.

People laughed and the chorus of the crowds seemed to be of pleasant talk. Of trading, homelife and the random rabble of the day. One of the more prevalent rumors being gossiped about was that Thysia, that city in the north, was growing in might and it was a worry. After more walking and sightseeing, the crowds around El began to stare and point and the Goddess would find that she was no longer walking by herself. A figure of liquid silver, hands behind her back and chin high, walked beside her. The people began to hush and an unnatural quiet fell over the street.

“You are not the first to wander the streets.” The other goddess said, her voice soft but edged with adamant. “But you seem aimless and I am not familiar with you. Pray tell, who might you be?” she asked, for once pausing in her step to look at El with swirling silver eyes.

El’zadir could easily tell the woman was divine; it was there, the anomaly seemed to come. El's Civilization was made manifest, so this city would be something she felt but the presence of a god also would alter that feeling just a bit. El’zadir took a defensive stance; she had armor on after all, made out of iron with gold trims and dwarven engravings. While a silence stood between both El, she soon said, “My name is El’zadir…” She looked to the side, thinking for a moment, she then hesitated and wondered what to call her title besides what her own people called her, even if she felt she was not attached towards it anymore. Instead, she felt conflicted on who she was still but she continued. “... Goddess of Civilization and you?

The silver divine looked down upon El'zadir for a few moments. Her blank expression revealed nothing of note. She then said, “El’zadir?” As if tasting the name, then she said, matter of factly, “You were not in the place before time. I do not recognize your presence from the Khodex.” The silver Goddess seemed to be studying her now, letting her eyes roll over El’s form with a scholar’s intensity. “Fascinating. Did you come about to propagate civilization or were you the byproduct of it?” She asked.

El’zadir was still surprised by the goddess beside her, even if her expression showed more worry. The Khodex she saw once when she met Allianthe in the island of creation. It was not surprising knowing it but hearing how she came to be, El stumbled, “I…” Her expression broke as the silver divine could see doubt, worry, a mixture of negative emotions and a lack of self esteem as well, before recovering her composure as she replied, “It was the latter unfortunately… I do wish to have been born when you were around. I think things were more interesting…” She still kept a courteous tone of voice, almost like she was from an aristocracy.

“A divine born of mortal systems.” The silver goddess mused to herself. “I wonder if there may be others or perhaps you are unique in this regard.” She also said, more to herself. Her eyes were fixed upon El, but she had the suspicion that this silver divine was more focused on her own thoughts. After some time and a restless crowd who gathered and gawked, the silver goddess extended her hand, palm facing down, towards El. “You may call me Sylia, young El’zadir. I am the goddess of craft, metals and the very earth.”

El’zadir gave a respectful bow saying, “A pleasure to meet you, Sylia, but forgive me if I may ask…” She was confused about hearing the roles the divine had, especially after hearing what she herself had said. She then continued, “But you are crafting, metals and the very earth… You came before these things existed?

Sylia’s hand still lay outstretched towards El and made no sign of lowering as Sylia said, “Crafting was my origin. I lay bare before the Khodex and supplanted myself within it, so that this universe would know my laws and be fixed by them. My gift was of the God Metal, the greatest of the material realm. It was only natural metal and earth followed once this world began to bloom. Would you not consider that civilization is but a concept of mortalkind and that crafting the very atoms of existence precedes it?” she asked, tone brimming with a scholar’s prose.

El’zadir gave a nod to her statement; it made sense in a way. Looking at the crowd around them, El soon turned to the group and uttered words that seemed more commands and powerful suggestions than just words. “Do you mind, giving us a moment?” She smiled as the group suddenly began to disperse back into their regular ongoings. Sylia could notice El’s gift seemed to also connect somewhat in control of people. Turning to her, El soon said, “Do you have a place for us to stay and talk, instead of a public crowd?” She smiled at Sylia, her heart held no ill intentions. Instead she was now driven by curiosity, even if it was far from what she came to do.

Sylia at last broke eye contact and looked at her hand. Outstretched and discarded. She seemed to stare at it a moment, before flexing her fingers. Then without warning she took one step closer to El’zadir and put a hand on her shoulder. One moment they were in the dispersing crowd and the next they were in the center of a pale stoned workshop of mercurial pools and floating metal shards. Along the walls were rows and rows of workbenches, pristine and orderly. Almost as if the place was brand new and hardly ever touched. A soft lullaby of a hum was ever present around them, with different melodies intertwining and harmonizing. Sylia let go of El and took a step back, then let her hand rest at her side. “Why have you come to Sylann?” The silver goddess asked with little emotion.

El looked Sylia in the eyes before saying, “I can feel all cities, all nations, all monuments of stone and metal raised. From the abstract of laws, to how a family may be thinking. This place had a strange anomaly,” El looked around before adding, “It’s here yet not here… I originally thought they built and moved the city but it was always here so I came to investigate. Well, I guess I know why my senses felt odd about this, it was you…” El said, extending her hand gesturing to Sylia with a light smile. “You were making my senses a bit confused.” she finished.

Sylia didn't say anything immediately. Instead she looked at the gesture and furrowed her brows in puzzlement. With some hesitation, she eventually unfurled her arm and took the hand of El. She seemed to wait and then look around. “I don't understand.” Sylia at last said, looking back at El. “Why have we not moved locations? Is this not the intended purpose of touching?”

El’zadir was confused. When her hand was touched and upon hearing the goddess, it made sense being taken back and feeling shy. Her cheeks red, she then replied, “Oh ah, that's not what I…” She took a light breath before saying, “I don’t do that, teleporting is interesting but I wasn't wanting to do that, forgive me if I lured you into thinking. I don't even know much about the rules of celestial phenomena. I just gestured towards you.” She held a light smile while having her hands up in innocence. She felt awkward and more shy because of the incident.

“Ah, I see.” Sylia said as she folded her arms across her chest. “A gesture of intimacy. I have seen the mortals act in such regard. Indeed, it is often a courtship ritual. In my own standings, it seems rarher pointless to hold the hand of another without moving through the world to a new location. I can’t understand why they would want to touch one another. It is inefficient to only have one hand in use at any given time.” She paused and seemed to look over El. She then said, “Let us move on from this act of miscommunication.” And she turned, walking across the floor until she reached a mercurial pool, wherein she looked into the liquid and asked, “Why am I the source of your senses confusion? Perhaps because without me, they could not come into civilization? Or are you younger divine simply not attuned to your own domains? No offense of course, El. I am simply intrigued.”

El pondered for a while she was also curious as to why she soon said. “I don’t know, probably divine energy and your presence messed with my senses with this city, possibly the city being the only one in a sea of nomads might be the reason. Alternatively my wound was deeper than I thought.” she soon rubbed the side of her chest, feeling it a bit.

Sylia's eyes snapped to her. “A wound?” She asked, leaving the mercurial pools to stand before her. “What could wound a divine? Save the Outer Beasts and their ilk or… A fellow god?”

El sighed, remembering the day. Her face looked exhausted and she soon said, “Outer beasts, yes… one caught me by luck or by the chaos of the battlefield down underground. I have a bite scar running from here to here including my back…” She made a line in her armor and clothes running across her chest finishing near her waist. “It's a good story to tell I guess…” She looked nervous, even a bit ashamed, after finishing the small story. In her mind a god shouldn’t be able to be wounded so easily.

“Show me.” Sylia said. Her expression of captured interest.

El’zadir thought for a moment, giving a shrug as she began removing some pieces of iron armor she had on. Removing it and making it lay on the floor, she soon rolled up her shirt and revealed the scar. It was a bite wound, like she said, already healed. The bite mark of wide pointy teeth, by the looks of it, were still able to be seen in the obsidian skin of El as Sylia’s eyes wandered. El soon replied, “It was quite painful but I managed to get the better of him… I guess I was the unlucky one.

Sylia walked around El, taking in the full measure of the scar. “Hmm. Unlucky?” She spoke in a quiet voice now, coming to a stop before El. Her posture straight as an arrow, Sylia tapped her fingers together. “I have often thought about the nature of divinity. The Khodex is the origin of the universe and we were called, in a myriad of ways, to create within it. We, who could walk across the surface of the sun unscathed. We, who could survive in the vast vacuum of space. We, capable of feats beyond any. We, who are immortal. Yet, we are capable of dying. Of being wounded and scarred. Already Lareus and another have been slain, not to mention the first of us, Sloth.” She paused and tilted her head slightly. “Do you feel powerful, goddess of civilization? If you wanted, could you not know all and be everywhere at once? We fed the Khodex with much delight and terrible purpose and I for one, do not accept the title of divine. Not a true divine. A true divine could not be slain or wounded, whilst capable of thought beyond you and I.” She sighed, “There is evidence to suggest that we are being watched by forces beyond our own universe. Someone or something sent the outer beings. I wonder if they view us as we view the mortals. Now,” A piece of El’s armor hovered up from the ground and fastened itself back from where it once sat upon her, “You are without a weapon. It’s no wonder you were touched in battle. We cannot allow it to happen again, can we?”

El stood, taking in the words Sylia said to her, heightening her worries. She never considered herself above many thanks to who she was. Civilization was just a small part of a greater whole. Reality itself was greater than the constructions of mortals. She was a projection of them, after all but she felt different. Why should she? Looking at her own hand, staying in thought for who she was, she soon raised her head after hearing how the gods above might think of her. The thought of other gods dying as well, was not something she thought of. She sighed in worry, hearing the words of Sylia, to not allow things to happen again. She replied with more resolve, “YES…” She calmed down her nerves by replying in a more polite tone next, “...I agree, you are a smithing deity. Can you help me with that?

Sylia studied El. The silver goddess then cupped El’s chin with her hand, tilting her head up to make eye contact with the tall divine. “What is it you desire of me and what will you be willing to give for it?” She asked.

Taking time to think, El stood pondering before stopping, straightening herself. “I request a weapon from the mightiest smith that exists in the pantheon. The price, I believe, that is yours to set.” She replied with a smile and a light bow of courtesy.

Sylia withdrew her touch. “Very well. Then my price is this; Create for this civilization of Sylann, an education system, with a school of enlightenment. And, you will be beholden to a future request of me, no matter the cost. When I have need of it being fulfilled, you will answer.” Sylia, for once, smiled. “Does this satisfy you?”

El’zadir thought for a moment before giving a nod, saying, “Right, it's acceptable.

“Then we have an agreement. I won’t need long, best to see that school. I will have one of my Syllianth escort you to a suitable location for its building.” Sylia said, already in motion towards her mercurial pools. “If you require anything else, ask the Syllianth.” It was her dismissal. The doors opened and a green being entered the room, bowing. “If you would come with me, Goddess.” The man said in a deep voice.

Oh, sure, thank you.” El said to the small green man she soon turned to Sylia. “See you soon, Sylia.” She replied with a smile leaving the room.

When El’zadir was gone, Sylia thought awhile in the silence of her sanctum. She stared, transfixed upon the mercurial pool at her feet. The civilization God was unlike any she had met yet. El had no aura of authority around her. She did not feel divine. She was uncertain of herself. Conflicted and embarrassed. If Sylia had wanted, she could have easily taken advantage of her. Manipulated her into doing whatever she wanted. It was still an option. In truth, she knew not what else to ask of her. Sylia’s own mind was too busy in thought.

That scar on her flesh should not have been. Divine flesh marred. It made the silver goddess irrationally upset. Not out of some protective response but because it painted the image that they were fallible. It was a weakness and one that could prove exploitable. Sylia knew in her cold metallic soul that such flesh, even of divine property, was imperfect. Wholly unlike the shimmering metal at her feet. For metal was strength. It could not be so easily scared.

She would not use Divinium in this weapon. For El did not place a part of herself into the Khodex at the beginning of creation. She had no alloy to speak of. Besides, there were other materials that could be made just as potent. She bent and placed her hand in the mercury pool.

She closed her eyes, her fingers flexing outwards in the tranquil warmth. What was civilization but the culmination of mortal triumph? What took them from the simplest forms to being capable of such complexity? Thousands upon thousands inhabited Sylann now. Would they have been able to build the city without her divine aid? Did it matter? For beneath it all, there was only one path any man, woman, or child could take- And it was the procreation of their species, the passing of their culture, the nurturing, the growing, the ability to want instead of fulfilling the base needs.

Her fingers began to move rhythmically, swaying the mercurial pool into circular transience. Each wave pulsing to a hidden beat.

Sylia knew that one could only protect a civilization in two ways. Peace or war. Perhaps it was a shortsighted view and one unfitting for a Divine to conjure. There could be other ways but it all boiled down to destruction or salvation. With any deterrent, you could only hold off the inevitable. Toil and chaos taking root like cancerous cells, ruining the great works of her time. Sylia knew she could live forever but did not know if she would. The burgeoning threats of the cosmos had become evident and there were murderers amongst the pantheon. El could only hope to see herself from violence, through it.

Sylia’s hand grasped the forming item within her hand. The pool hummed, vibrations turning the mercury into the like of fine grains. Each a star in the vastness of space, or the cell of a living, breathing thing. They shimmered in patterns that spoke of both madness and clarity. In one instant, her sanctum was alive with the elation of the craft, the building block of civilization itself.

Sylia pulled the sword from the mercurial pool and silence flooded back in as if a dam burst. Refractions off the blade caught the sunlight of the room as Sylia opened her eyes. She found in her hand a long greatsword of shining metal. No, not shining, it was so polished that it was like she was looking into a mirror. It reflected everything. But it was just a blade. One as tall as El’zadir and perhaps as wide as half her chest.

Sylia let go of the blade and let it hover in the space before her. Next she summoned a pale bone of some forgotten thing and fashioned it into a grip. For the pommel she placed a large diamond, as it reminded her of El’s eyes. And it was done. A blade, capable of great feats and terrible acts. Sylia smiled.

“You are unnamed.” She said to the blade. “May your wielder pick one befitting you.”

As Sylia worked, El’zadir also worked on what was requested, a thing that was rather easy for her to do; she had done many works that involved abstract concepts for mortals. Her mind, after all, was not just a product of then but could also foresee progress. At first schools were created with teachers to educate mortals in the work of writing, philosophies and enlightenment but after that, she set up a system of education under control of the government of the city. Centered around a school of enlightenment, something that took a bit longer to set up, as enlightenment for the many cultures of Sylann meant different things.

El’zadir, as she organized the system, stood alone in a room pondering once again who she was. Looking at her obsidian hands, she just felt like focusing on them, pondering things. It seemed rather more complicated than when she walked Galbar for a long time. The other gods seemed to have had a better time dealing, even the ones she met, with the threat of the outer gods. As she looked, she soon slammed the stone table that was before her with her hand. Anger coursed through her and the table cracked and shattered in two with her force. She panted as paper fell around her and she leaned back in her chair mumbling to herself in dwarvish. “I’m worthless…

As silence stood for a moment, she sighed. Rising up, El had a final part to complete: a grand academia for the people but she also felt she needed something for Sylann that was close to her but also would help the people of their civilization.
It was something she felt she needed to do. The next day, as she looked at the blueprint and helped those around in organizing, she constructed a holy site for herself but also one where the people of Sylann and the school of enlightenment would benefit. A grandiose college of wisdom, knowledge and progress where those who seeked enlightenment would come to find it. But also was a holy site for herself, as she blessed its construction and used it also as a temple. Standing at its finished part of the university, she sighed, overlooking the city below its massive structure. Cracking her head, she then said, “Reminds me of the old days…

“You were not there for the true elden days, El'zadir.” Sylia’s voice came and El looked to see that the silver goddess once again had appeared beside her. This time she held a cloth covered weapon, one as tall as the smaller goddess. Sylia looked out over her work and after a time, nodded her head. “You have done good work and now I deliver my end of the bargain.”

She removed the cloth to reveal the reflective surface of the sword. It was almost glowing in the sunlight of the day. Its bone handle sparkled white and called to a hand to wield it. The cut diamond at the pommel dripped with raw power. “A mercurial blade, El. Powerful enough to cradle any civilization, building them to the greatest heights or…” She paused and held out the sword to her, pommel first, “Capable of terrible ruin.” Sylia’s face was a mask of calm but her eyes were strangely wild, shimmering with some inner sense of joy or madness. “Once you claim it, you must give it a name. Now… Go on.” She hissed softly.

El’zadir hesitated for a moment before grabbing the handle and holding it. She could feel its strength, power and potential before her. With a small swing her divine strength combined with the blade and a great swirl of wind dashed forth. As the wind slowed again El smiled with excitement saying, “What a nice gift!” She held the sword with elegance and ease almost like she had branded many before. “Gift…” She mumbled to herself before smiling. “A good name I think ‘Gift’” She said, thrusting the sword into the air again.

“Then Gift it shall be forevermore.” Sylia mused, taking a step back. “Now I must bid thee a farewell. You are welcome in Sylann at any point in time and do not forget the other half of our agreement. One day I shall come to settle the debt.” Sylia said.

El’zadir gave a bow saying, “Thank you for welcoming me into your city, Sylia. It was a pleasure to meet you and do not worry when the time comes I shall settle my debt.” She smiled at her and the silver goddess only nodded in return before blinking out of existence with a knowing smile on her metal lips.

El’zadir began to walk away then. She needed to return to her children in the underground. All in all, it was an interesting visit and a good one after the incidents she experienced.

The war against the end times and... and... Who am i...

In the Saleve’nios the cities readied for the hordes to arrive as the council overlooked as the monsters from the south arrived as the soldiers at the wall readied up arrows put in bows and soon a commander raised his hand and with monsters in sight he shouted. “Loose!” as the arrows flew the monsters began to shriek and shout in sounds that shook them with arrows one more in bows he soon shouted “LOOSE!” his voice becoming more desperate as some of the monsters seemed able to climb the arrows helping in keeping then away but soon the wall shook as a large monster huge in size with a insectoid appearance walking in two legs with carapaces protecting it from damage but that was not his main concern as he faced forward and using a lot of strength and his will he soon broke through the wall causing it to collapse on top of it with several goblins screaming as they fell down with it as the monsters began quickly rushing through the opening to the streets as swords began to clash and fires consume and in the morning the city was abandoned of life. Streets emptied with blood on the floor, houses barged and some destroyed, statues toppled and the palace of the city had scratches, claw marks and toppled pillars, standing in the main hall of the palace was a toppled statue covered in blood. The statue was of El’zadir covered partially in blood from its face to its chest as the city echoed in silence as the statue cracked for a moment.

Across the lands of the Saleve’nios the same would repeat in mass cities would be burned, abandoned, destroyed and its people fleeing closer to the seas and more fortified cities such as Ale'venia, a grand citadel fortified by massive walls and home to many refugees. The insectoid monster walked on two legs, seeing the city in the distance as a small horde of other monsters of many shapes and forms, some nightmares given form, others more down to earth. As he looked at the ongoing attack the defences held extremely well as hordes of monsters were being pushed back as he smelled he soon felt something off looking to a hole he could notice the darkness but also a divine energy pull from below. As he and the others began to crawl into it many other monsters of many shapes followed as they began to journey through the cave ever deeper into the earth. In the depths they soon found the opening towards the underground, the continent that exists below the surface. As the monsters moved through the underground populated by large mushrooms existing thanks to the lack of light and the growth created by the dwarves below growing then and selective breeding. As the monsters moved through the terrain they soon began moving towards something they felt inside this great expansive cavern finding a small farm as they approached the old dwarf tending to the mushrooms soon noticed the approaching quickly grabbing his pitchfork he aimed at then but the humanoid insectoid of roughly 4 meters raised his clawed hands and swiped at the man. Looking forward he could notice lights in the distance of other dwarves as he moved with the other monsters as blood dripped of his hand;

Some time later

El’zadir shed a tear wiping it for a moment as she could feel the cities on the surface she then mumbled. “I am a failure…” she focused her vision and she could see a city on siege as she stopped again closing her eyes she felt more tired than ever. The singing of her domain even stopped calling as it seemed the world needed to heal off this disaster especially as the dwarves seemed better off it sang to her to go to work even as the world burned. But after the chaos spread she stopped hearing its singing and her domain seemed to talk less to her then before. She looked forward to her residence carved into the stone of the cave. A silk curtain made out of spider webbing blew towards her from the light wind she sighed holding her forehead. She had teached the dwarfs on how to carve stone and build from it as she looked at her obsidian skin seeing the calluses and her eyes blinked as she remembered. The past days reminded her of the work she had in teaching the dwarves in carving stone and mining to build their underground cities. While looking at her hands she soon heard the sound of war horns as time had come her eyes seemed motionless but soon enough they seemed filled with anger and determination as she rose up she pushed through the emotions grabbing a pair of gauntlets she put aside and begging wearing then as she rose up wearing the battle armour made up by the dwarves. Leaving her room she walked up the stairs as she adjusted her body armour marching through a camp as iron was being smelted and forged into weapons she teached then how to use iron for tools and weapons.

The sound of war horns then began scrambling into action as lines began to form the fungi-covered cave floor; the dwarven soldiers made tight formations of shields and spears. With many other regiments with battle axes or swords archers stood in the back as they organised; they soon began to make way for her as she walked forward she towered over then standing 4 meters tall. Moving forward wearing iron armour made by her children, armour with large plates to protect her chain armour underneath it and greaves and shoulder plates while in her right hand she had a spear and in her left hand she had a helmet with wings. Putting it on she soon stopped in front of the army of 10 thousand strong. Looking forward she could see a fire in the distance as the horde of monsters was coming, she then turned to her children and soon said. “NOW! We stand here with me, my children against the forces of the end times!” They soon banged their shields in respect for what they called their high queen mother. The clans were organised into kingdoms and she was the high queen of their entire people as the sound of howling could be heard as she turned towards the clearing she soon put her helmet on mumbling to herself. “Let us stand against the storm…” Emerging from the hill were monsters of many shapes and forms, creatures of nightmares. “Stand!” El’zadir shouted as she readied her spear as the lines seemed about to connect her forces outnumbered them but she knew they were strong enough to cause more than enough damage. With a monster rushing her quadruped and quite huge she soon screamed as she stabbed it and lifted with her spear throwing the monster behind her as the lines finally connected to war cries and clashing of swords and spears.

El’zadir punched a monster, a creature with multiple limbs and jagged teeth looking like a cephalopod; she soon threw a spear against it, killing it. Panting she soon dodged a blow from claws from another monster scratching and damaging her iron armour causing her to sweat a bit. They could kill her at least that was something she knew thanks to the signals sent when the calamity began. As she walked back carefully she grabbed a great axe from a dwarf and swung against the monster decapitating it. She chuckle thinking it was gone be fine the battle was in her and her children’s favour but her omniscience was having issues as she kept on fighting with axe and sword in hand as she slashed against another monster she felt her breastplate break and also feel teeth as she was lifted up screaming. Gritting her teeth as pain coursed through her pain as she was lifted by its mouth looking towards it the monster was akin to a insectoid with four arms and very strong carapace as arrows seemed to barely even affect it but it was quite huge adjusting its teeth she felt it bite her again but deeper with she screaming it. She soon noticed it's arm grabbing her by the legs and pulling her she could feel her body being stretched with the pain she felt her flesh still pierced by teeth with pain she screamed looking towards the jaw seeing a weak spot she soon swung the great axe hitting with such a strength the insectoids mandible swung open letting go of her as she fell off she could see her breast plate falling apart and blood gushing off several wounds she felt more energy as she landed on her foot holding a scream letting out a gush of air looking up the monster grabbing is bleeding jaw she could see the inbetweens of the carapaces a weak spot in its neck and with a shout she jumped tall swinging her axe against its neck the impact cutting through flesh before hitting the bone and breaking into pieces. As she landed with a broken handle in hand the monster fell behind her as she stood up panting she soon felt a shock to her mind feeling the throbbing within the wounds she had. Checking the scars were wide and still gushed a bit of blood aching with pain as well she grabed then even if the bite covered much of her torso.

Raising her head she soon saw the battlefield the monsters were all dead the dwarves killed the remainder monsters they were now few the ten thousand now is now four thousand as she looked at the bloodied field she sighed to herself and with a nod she then shouted orders to the others. “Tend the wounded and bring the dead to the citadel!” She exuded confidence and seemed quite energetic but inside she felt tired and exhausted it was probably a effect from the wound but she still pushed through as the battlefield was being cleaned. Walking through the field she noticed in the floor her dropped breast plate grabing it she wore it on feering that seeing her bleed would cause moral to drop due to it. Walking back to camp it began more active with the aftermath of the battle she soon stopped seeing a messenger getting close saying. “My queen mother the king of the Alåtholon has stated he fortified his capital as per your orders.” “Tell him that it isn’t needed the army sent to crush the monsters suceeded.” She answered to him feeling a bit less energetic. The messenger gave a nod going away the journey north began as she and her army returned to Dorenonol the holy site she created for the dwarves her first holy site. The citadel was constructed just as she began to create the governments of the Dwarven Clans creating the 13 Dwarven kingdoms led by a king who are then led by a high king or queen which at the moment was herself. Approaching the citadel she could see it from a distance a grand city carved into stone and rock infused partially with divine energy making it a holy site for herself she could feel that it seemed to partially help her energy gain. Looking from afar she could feel once agai nthe tinge of pain as her wounds finaly began to close. But at the same time she could see the Dwarves carrying their dead to the citadel to be burried according to the rituals they made. Her heart achaed and with it she soon said to a officer. “You…” “Mother” The Dwarf replied turning to her with she saying. “I must inspect something go ahead and tell then i might take a while to return” He gave a bow leaving as she turned back and began to walk back towards the tunnel network leading to the central chamber where the cave network began.

After walking for a long time and in the second cave opening she created long ago her mind rushed to the thoughts of the dead she caused. They called her mother and she treated then as her children yet she led then to battle. As she leaned against a wall taking a sigh to relax she wondered if the surface was safer she felt one of the monsters die. Atleast she thought she felt it the surface seemed more safe. But she soon felt with it as safety seems more common her domain order and civilization calling. Raising up she felt its call once again to build. “no…” to create, to innovate, to advance… “Stop…” to move on and repeat. A call that made her move by herself to continue “STOP!” She shouted finnaly kneeling as her mind rushed her domain still sung to her but the singing was painfull. Her mind could only remember the consequences the order she created was burning she could feel the pain caused by the calamity. To rebuild was easy but to engage on what has happened was already hard for her as tears built on her eyes falling off. “What is the point of this who…” as she mumbled to herself she soon stopped realising something and with that the singing stopped as it did she stood up from facing the floor. Her domain stopped singing it had returned it sang and it left as she stared at the cavern landscape. “Who am I?” a slave to her own domain, a goddess she was but who she was truly a blank slate…

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Hey, it has been quite some time, almost 4 years. I cannot believe that you remembered! Thanks so much for the warm welcome.

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As I read all these essay-length posts, I am reminded as to why I stopped joining these in the first place. So much to read and so much to keep track of.

Just read the sumaries and tldr's and hope they are just indepth enough but not too big if you don't wanna stress too much.
Civilization and Cataclysm

Arriving back at the dwarfs in the tree of life they were left to their own devices their numbers already had multiplied. El’zadir approached the group of the dwarfs rising from the base of the tree seeing El’zadir once again some of the older ones remembered her saying. “You miss… we remember you, you were with that scary guy.” El’zadir looked at them thinking for a moment she never was much of talks like this most of the time it was rather a go to duty she sighed saying. “Yes I was… part of a small meeting between us deities.” “So you our goddess darken one…” A younger dwarf replied to her she thought quite quickly for mortals it wasn’t a second but for her it felt like an hour almost. She didn’t make them but she was given to them by death a gift from him making them his. Yet a gift was for her meaning they are hers thinking for a long time at the implications she looked at then again young naive and wishing more very adventurous they seemed as well in the cold. At least they were happy thanks to the gift of beer plants by Allianthé she simply smiled for a moment and soon said. “Yes… I am your goddess making you all my children.” “Why don’t we look like you?” One of the older dwarfs asked her, raising an eyebrow to her crossing his arms. “Hardy children come out in their own way… even then… i am not that vain my child” She replied with a smile to him the group seemed rather accepting of her now she sighed thinking where to even put then in the world as things were rather already crammed around the rivers she could feel the urge by many peoples for her giving her a bit of a view. Impressively she could even feel civilizations rising without her by the help of other deities she smiled at the rise of order to herself but she soon turned once again to then saying. “Well… i need to help you all out of this place, the island is getting to be cramped and you all need your own land to live on…” The others gave nods rising up to her one soon an ancient man then said. “So… Mother goddess, where do we go?” The question still scratched at her head she then said. “I guess across the lake to the coast line it's occupied but is not like…” She soon froze over as she felt the sting in her back feeling the world the others could notice she looked different worried and scared. Through her senses connected to the southern tribes and the Saloshenos from the south and also she could feel it next to her the Khodex inside the great tree. Something incredibly big just happened and through her light glimpses of the feelings she could feel a horde of monsters pouring from south where the blood rains came from. “Is the surface even safe if that is happening?” She said out loud to the confused dwarfs. “Where do I even put them?” she thought there was nowhere safe for her people to be safe. The planet would begin to enter into crisis mode; she even could feel Saleve'nios beginning to face whatever was coming from the south even if lightly.

Looking at her people, she tapped her feet thinking while biting her thumb. “What do I even…” she soon stopped thinking once looking down she had a plan now she soon shouted with confidence. “All! gather seeds, plants and others and come near me now!” As the dwarfs all gathered close to her she then said. “Let us go to where no one will reach you and you shall rule” With a few hand gestures a hole formed and the group began to fall into the underground. Right below then the goblins were still doing their usual chores after seeing oddities near the khodex. But soon they saw the ceiling collapse, seeing a large boulder fall with several dozen people on top of it and a large woman as well before the floor below then also collapsed and they began to fall again with the woman shouting. “Passing by!” As they looked closely with the smoke clearing the new hole that emerged was closed already as if divine power demanded it. As they seemingly sinked through the ground they soon stopped as El extended her arms and a large cavern opening was raised. The island of creation soon began to quake from the beginning of the underground. Standing in the brand new cave the dwarfs looked in awe at the giant opening she then said. “In here you all shall prosper… in here you all shall grow, and become strong just like the stone of this cave. This is your new home and in this place you shall prosper.” The dwarfs were rather shocked but still applauded her as she helped then settle in the new underground lands. But this was still just the beginning from the roots of the tree; the caves would be expanded mostly by El’s realization that the dwarfs would need more than just a large hole, especially as their numbers grew and especially since they had… “13 fathers… and matriarchs therefore 13 clans…” She mumbled with a gesture as the cave grew again. She could feel the chaos above increasing as well. She didn't even know what to do, the mortals of the civilized world needed something and all she could do was hunker down with her children in the underground. With a hand gesture the cave once again expanded and she paced forward walking forward she felt powerless for a deity of all things. “You look pensive my mother…” Turning to the side was a dwarf; he was one of the group going with her towards a new cave opening she was making. He was rather young but he seemed to barely age. Time went on looking at him, she said. “I am…” She thought if it was good to continue exuding confidence but she soon sighed saying continuing the tunnel. “I am struggling…” “God's struggle?” The boy asked confusedly, accompanying her she chuckled at his question, thinking of the odd events of meeting the other gods she then said. “Yes… we are not all perfect… we also have our own struggles…”

The boy looked surprised accompanying her as she pushed the tunnel again. “That’s impressive… I thought you folks had no flaws.” “We are just as flawed as mortals…” She replied, pushing the rock continuously. “It is our dominions and power that sets us apart, the only difference between gods and mortals is just a power difference at times. Other times its wisdom and knowledge… and immortality” He gave a nod saying. “My name is Dastot Momuzlimul, my mother…” She chuckled at his curiosity and boldness; few mortals engaged with her if she didn’t try it she then said. “I am El’zadir, Dastot, a pleasure to meet…” He looked happy for a moment, he soon said. “With all respect mother but… what you struggle with.” El’zadir touched the rock to move it but stopped for a moment to think before moving the tunnel forward she then said. “As you know there is above and there is below here… above lies a great war that threatens to destroy order… I am the goddess of civilization and order many of my followers and the other nations are fighting and here I am helping your people settle… I think they wish to hear me to comfort them but i do not know what to say…” She gave a light sigh at this it would be something simple yet she doesn't feel like it's easy for some reason. Dastot stood thinking for a moment accompanying her as she seemed more tired than before while putting her hands in the wall seemingly wanting to take a break, something unusual for him he then said. “You know, queen mother, my mother of birth, once told me in a rainstorm that all storms eventually end when I see my first rain.” She stood thinking for a moment before breaking another large opening for a new cave she then said. “Grabbed the mushroom seeds?” she said to the others as they readied their sacks.

As a new lake was formed by accident as she expanded the cavern again she sighed helping them set in mushroom farmlands and also plantations of Ale nuts provided by Allianthé the liquor they produced helped the dwarfs get by on a work day she smiled seeing their seeds saying. “Thank you Allianthé…” It was one of the few luxuries underground, well besides the giant amount of cobweb left by spiders where she went that were turned into silk by then and others such as stone tools she helped then create. Tools used for farming, mining, adjusting things, collecting, and defending themselves it was the only thing she could help then especially as she felt weaker in her overworkness. She carved for them the great underground parts of the caves connected to the surface. A series of large tunnels, caves and open terrains that connected the lands of creation together under the land to the Khodex and the tree of life as its roots stood at the ceiling of the first cavern entrance just below the goblins. Walking back she looked around the caves now populated by dwarfs the earth quaked for a bit, looking up she wondered how much the surface must have quaked due to her tunnel digging. Arriving at another cavern entrance she continued wandering through the land. She gave the dwarfs the knowledge to make tools from the small resources they had but also how to farm the plants they picked in the surface and mushrooms from below for sustenance. As she arrived in the cavern of clan Zasitmebzuth she moved forward seeing the small settlements and camps set up in the caverns in the distance. Seeing from a large distance what was accomplished she wondered the words of the boy; “A storm will always end…” She thought while looking at the settlements she sighed sitting down for a moment thinking. “he is right…” sitting on a rock she forged it for a moment in the form of a throne as she felt she would need to settle for a moment. Concentrating she could feel her connection to the civilized forces, her domain giving a hand in reaching out to the beings that reached technological advancement and seeked order from the chaos even if not all life it was at least something she could do for the mortal races, while concentrating she soon opened her eyes and said her words commanding and strong. “To all who can hear me…”

Meanwhile in the Saleve’nios city states, a goblin king or auzocra as his people called his role overlooked a map of the southern lands monsters were being heard across the lands south a general saying. “Several reports from nomads south of the southern river report the coming of monsters coming from the south where the blood rains came from… my lord…” looking at it he sighed the room was barren of decoration being a war planning room looking at it he soon said. “That is bad, see if…” as time itself seemed to freeze all across the nations that existed with cities they could hear the words of El’zadir. “To all who can hear me…” turning around in panic the Auzocra soon said “who was…” the voice once again boomed with authority and power the voice of a goddess. “I am… El’zadir The queen mother of civilization. To all peoples who follow the wills of order, progress and prosperity, the world lies in danger from the south monsters march north seeking to destroy and feast on reality. The gods are already doing their best attempts to fix and help this crisis to end but for now to all who can bunker down… hold out in your fortresses, and wait for the storm that is coming and wait for it to pass and once the storm passess prosperity once again will rise” As troops readied in the frontier south of the river the Auzocra’s awaited the incoming storm.

Undeath and Civilization

El’zadir finally stepped out of the tree life she sighed looking back at the elfs she helped uplift for life was a task already done. Her instinct new drew to the gift she received in the form of the dwarfs. She soon began to walk down the large vines that covered the tree of life so large that were more like wooden trunks.

Reverion had spent most of the time underground amidst his creations, watching the creatures gradually become less thick headed through trial and error. But this had been fine, his attention soon however was set upon exploring the large piece of dirt. If that was the right way to describe the world of Galbar.

His eyes wandered, and it didn't wander long, for sticking out like a sore thumb was a gigantic tree.

"Oh? What manner of thing is this? Someone else is spreading their wings. Well then. I'd better go and say hello." He mused as he allowed his large blackened wings to spread as he took flight very quickly towards the tree, using his initial jump to propel him through the air like a cannonball. He had wrapped his wings around him to further amplify the speed and when he touched down on the little landing plateau of the tree of life it was done with a crashing sound. Various black feathers would softly dangle down towards the ground towards the figure which was now wrapped fully in his dark feathery wings.

He opened his glowing eyes and scanned what was before him. This thing was... incomplete. This large construct. It was like many of his creations, flawed. Abit of unlife would do it well, but such would have to wait until later. For someone else who was present.

"My my, what have we here then? You do not appear to be a mortal, are you the one who raised this... construct? I must say you are less... concealed than I thought one would be." Reverion's eyes wandered over El'Zadir's form, taking in every detail of it.

"Not that I complain about the sight, it is simply... otherworldly." He stepped forwards, his taloned toes clicking on the wooden 'floor', his wings gradually spreading to reveal his entire form, with one of his wings reaching out to almost attempt to wrap around El'Zadir. "Such beauty should not be for mortal eyes to behold, lest they prove themselves worthy. What is your name? I am Reverion, he whom reveres all things which grow into greater things..." He softly mused and formed a smile.

El’zadir stood in place seeing Reverion, the wind being quite strong for her. As she stepped back looking back again she could see the deity in front of her. She stood for several moments thinking before saying. “Hello… well i am El’zadir goddess of civilization and order.” She seemed quite stunning as the wind’s parted.

"Pleasure is all mine~ El'zadir, as a token from one like yourself, here take this as a gift from me to you..." He reached for the finest feather on his wings and plucked it, holding it up with just two of his fingers, before twirling it around abit, creating a mantle of black feathers.

"While this cannot compare to the obsidian hue of your precious shell, perhaps it shall nonetheless the eyes of the unworthy quell." He softly mused as he stepped forwards, circling around her as he attempted to put the cloak over her shoulders and carefully tie it with a strand taken from his own hair.

The god of undeath smiled faintly. "I am the god of mortals which seek to exist as long as we gods can. To give them the gift of... not facing oblivion. For to have something, will always be better than to have nothing... isn't that so?" He softly walked around her and reached out with his taloned finger, seeking to place one of his fingers under her chin to lift it up abit.

"There's beauty even in flawed things, but you are no such thing. You are indeed perfect, let us find those which are not and see what can be done to improve on it hm? If you seek to build this world up, allow me to be your closest companion. My talons may be sharp, but wouldn't you say it's better to have things which are sharp, rather than things which are dull and blunted? I can imagine there has to be some amongst our kind whose not been blessed with such refined... capabilities." He softly said as his eyes stared into El'Zadir's.

As he looked back he soon froze noticing El’Zadir’s face seemed to blush extremely to even steam seemed to leave as she was quite flustered in her mind she thought. “He is courting me? God's court for each other?” She opened her mouth only saying. “Mhmm…” Continuing to blush this was rather not normal; she knew the concept of love and as such. Leaving generally for mortals to figure out the rituals around it. But in her mind gods were more tied to their duties meeting life and death this seemed like a case. There was an oddity in them but undeath the opposite of death but not the same as life wouldn’t behave as such she thought. At the same time she didn’t expect gods to also have romantic feelings for eachother as her domain seemed to take more hold into her to just work. She kept on hold of the feathered coat Reverion gave to her the only words she could say blushing and with a much more meak voice. “Thank… you…”

The blackwinged god allowed himself a soft upturn at the corner of his mouth.

"You are most welcome.I think red suits you well too, El'Zadir, It makes me wonder what is on your mind... go on.. tell me..." He gave a smug smirk, reaching out with his taloned finger, trying to twirl her hair abit. "How about you and I working a bit together? Think of the great things one may accomplish? The world could use more order and become less... primal. To become more like you and I. How about you accompany me to the place where my mortal creations dwell? They would surely serve your designs as well as mine..." He walked up and blew some air into El'Zadir's ear, reaching out to try to trace the smooth back of his taloned finger along her neck.

"But I think you also could answer a few questions of mine, have you met others akin to us? And what do you know of this... vast... construct?" Reverion stretched out one of his wings to point towards the large tree.

"The more we know the more it affects our judgements, to delve too deeply for knowledge may corrupt you, yet find yourself lacking in too much as you'll be foolish. So.. how about we both experience things together hm? In an orderly and civilized manner? To better predict the future of this... world and all things within and outside of it. Whatever there may be." He stepped up and attempted to pick up her hand, with his taloned hand.

“i… i… i… i…” She replied first before shaking her head, her cheeks still blushing heavily. “Oh this place was made by Allianthé goddess of life.” She replied in quite speed after her question she then continued. “But its also the home of the god of death and no besides they and you i haven’t met anyone else…” Her blush continued the same after his offerings of going with her she then said. “I… I… I… I might be inexperienced a lot but i don’t think i need to give so much trouble to you… he~ he~” She continued blushing heavily averting gaze hoping that such would die down the feelings she felt. It was quite shameful but also interesting and exciting to feel this for the first time. But she also didn’t felt like she should be feeling like this.

"Goddess of life hm? Life is the birth, but it isn't the final form of existing. Death is the end, the oblivion beyond and should be avoided if possible. For whom would ever chose to be nothing compared to be something? To protect and serve life, one must.. evolve it into undeath. To avoid simply becoming nothing. I am sure it must be as frightening for the mortals as it would be for the gods, to think of returning to which was before us." Reverion spoke softly as he pondered on the existence of the two other gods, that they would somehow be working together? How could such be when one stood as desiring the opposite of the other?

"Thank you, El'Zadir for telling me these things... how may I return such a favor hm?" He leaned in closer, his eyes wandering over her obsidian skin and looking into her eyes. "Your mouth seems to be having some... difficulties. It is slipping. Perhaps I can help you with that?" He gave a soft smile, slightly amused as he reached out again to try cup her chin. "Inexperience hm? Well, sometimes trial and error is a way of learning, no? At least that is what I have learnt by watching my creations, alongside others.. vivid yet orderly things. But one thing at a time, let me see if I can help you with the trembling... perhaps this will do the trick." He leaned in and attempted to kiss her directly on her divine lips, his blackened wings rising and almost engulfing the area around the duo.

The immediate approach and attempt at kissing sended shivers but also froze her in place as the lips began to get extremely close. She soon snapped and soon Raverion could feel the impact of an extreme punch sending him flying by her as she was still blushing. After the impact and as he flew in the sky she then shouted. “I’m sorry!” She didn’t want to punch him just to not do it.

Bloodbeak was busy investigating his fellow fowlfolk in Harrowfane when all of a sudden a section of the large cave gave in and their god, praised by his unholy self, came crashing... crashing? He had landed.

"My lord! Our lord has come! Kneel and praise him! Give us your divine command!" Bloodbeak cawed out to the flocking fowlfolk.

Reverion sat up as the smoke settled, his taloned finger reaching up to his face. "Hm. Not bad." He said to himself, the goddess had indeed some physical strength. "Impressive. Bloodbeak. Fix the ceiling. I am having some... civilized differences with another of my kind." Reverion brushed off his feathers and then leapt back out through the hole in the cave, up into the air and landed back at the tree again.

"That wasn't very orderly of you, El'Zadir. You might have harmed one of the mortals by relocating my body across the skies. Your strength is impressive however, perhaps it may be enough to keep your lips from being all shaky." He smiled softly and wiped off some dust from his feathered wings and attire. "I did get abit dusty however. Perhaps a bath would be useful, care to join me?" The blackwinged figure asked, with a smug smile.

El’Zadir took a second look, surprised he returned quite fast. She was still blushing but once he offered the bath she soon after taking a quite long breath said. “No…” She stood still for a few moments before breathing out again after holding for a moment she then said. “You are sweet… but you are going fast…”

"Sweet hm? How would you know, when you eluded me so well?" He softly chuckled as he wandered up closer again, his clawed feet tapping the floor.

"But as you wish. I shall be... slower with you. But afraid I cannot give the luxury to the rest of the world. Who knows how many more of our ilk that came to be? And just what are they up to at this very moment? I am convinced there's some out there who would like nothing more than to see everything... gone. Much to the appease of this god of death no doubt. Ahh, but you can aid in stopping much of the plans of these others if you aid the mortals and yourself ofcourse. Ward yourself well, there are those who would try to use your divine power for their own wicked ambitions, not to worry. I will not let them have their way. So if you are not in for a bath, then tell me, what is it that you would do instead?" He softly smiled, tilting his head to the side slightly, very crow-like.

She tilted her head hearing what he said was a possibility of being used due to her powers. What would people even use her for? she was the goddess of civilization and by that extent order she brought to the primal world. That was mostly it but he had gave her a bit of a warning she kept on looking to the horizon she then said. “Well i was gonna go continue my duty as my dominion demands of me”

"Well then, why don't we work together hm? Surely you wouldn't mind that right? And what your dominion demand? Have you no will of your own? Look out there, the world and all of existence as we know it... are ours for grasp. Much like the mortals will grasp for something, so must we. How about you come with me to my creations? Perhaps you find it to your liking. It would be a good experience at the very least..."

He offered a sly smile as he stepped up next to her. "Shall I carry you there?" He made a dramatic spread of his wings, like a male bird displaying it's many colors to it's mate. But in his case. There were no colors.

She felt odd and awkward being bombarded by questions that he proposed to her and she felt strange as well. Many of then were rather interesting as view points especially since he seemed to barely resemble his dominion’s personality or at least what she imagined. But his request about helping him with his creation his people need a bit of help she soon said. “Sure?” It was the closest she could get to an answer especially with how she felt in the moment.

Reverion leaned down briefly and swept El'Zadir up in a princess carry. "Best hold on tight, don't want you slipping. You can do that right?" His glowing eyes looked to hers and then he leapt up into the air, his wings spreading wide as he began to fly towards the claimed land of the fowlfolk. Harrowfane.

Upon seeing the vast cave and it's various entrances, he noticed that the hole, in which he had ungracefully flown through earlier, was not fully repaired. It would serve as a swifter point of entry than the usual entrance. The god and the goddess he carried in his arms crashed through the ceiling.

The fowlfolk began to rush back and forth, cawing and screeching until their leader would take notice and shush them, calling out. "It's our lord! He has come back! With a mate! Praise the lord of Neverdust!" Bloodbeak raised his taloned hand and chanted, and was soon followed by the others.

"Bloodbeak." Reverion said in a stern tone, his voice echoing.

"We shall prepare for your mate, master! Your great chamber shall be expanded!" Bloodbeak explained in an eccentric and eager tone.

"Bloodbeak! This is not my mate." He said sternly, then gave El'Zadir a look. "At least not yet.” Then his gaze fell back to Bloodbeak. "You may resume repairs. And inform everyone that none is to bother this goddess. She is free to go as she pleases." Reverion explained as he softly let El'Zadir down to the ground.

"Y-yes my lord! You heard our master! Go and repair it! Shut your beaks and move those feet!" Bloodbeak yelled out to the other fowlfolk.

"Welcome, El'Zadir. Welcome to Harrowfane, home to the barrow-birds, the fowlfolk. I made them in my image, not fully so. If I had seen you before, I may have made them in yours. Would have been fair no?" He smiled.

“They seem very similar to you indeed…” She said to him looking courteous even after staring at him when hearing the words mate. She then took a look around walking towards the fowl folk exhibiting a few friendly gestures they seem to take her as quite a friend almost immediately. She seemed to have a large charisma as his people seemed to like her already being curious about her.

"You seem to have a fine hand with younger beings, perhaps you've ought to bear offspring of your own." He softly mused. "A mother of civilization, of order and therefor... existence as a whole. For what good can there be in complete and utter chaos? And without civilization, beings would be unable to proceed onwards towards the place of their longing. Bloodbeak, the one bearing the crown is the first of the undying. He is similar to us, not a god however. But his existence is between life and death itself. The others have yet to be given such a boon, however some of them are displaying... talents for various things, and talent must always be rewarded. For it is the reward which many things crave is it not? Not the journey, but the destination. What is your destination, El'Zadir? In my own case, I seek to ward this world, our... sphere of influence if you so wish, from those which seek to destroy it. That is my primary desire and purpose. So it comes naturally for me to want to protect such a wonderful beauty like yourself from others whose designs are far more vile." Reverion explained and motioned with his taloned hand, inspecting the somewhat crude artwork the fowlfolk had drawn on the cave walls of him. But it wasn't the result that mattered in this case, it was the effort.

"I have put in a fountain which nourishes them, to save them from having to go and kill things. Death is not the solution, it's more akin to a resolution. To simply... dissolve." He motioned to the meat and blood spewing fountain which many fowlfolk were grabbing food from happily.

"I trust you will not reveal to any other of our kind the location of these mortals, they must be warded til they are stronger. Others may otherwise try influence, defile and corrupt these... peaceful things." Reverion said as he watched a young fowlfolk draw a drawing on the cave wall of what could only be described as Bloodbeak holding a spoon of bonding and acting as a communer between two non-descript gods. Would he have had a more keen eye for art, he may have believed it to actually be himself and El'Zadir being depicted.

"Mostly peaceful." He added.

“It's close to where I was…” She said out loud looking in the direction she remembered this area. She has been close by planning something for this region before being whisked away by death.

“Where you were? Go on.” Reverion motioned with his taloned hand for El'Zadir to continue. "Tell me more..." His eyes latched on to Bloodbeak momentarily who was gathering what looked like a regiment of Fowlfolk in a line. Things were starting to take shape. The god of undeath was pleased.

She seemed to ignore his question as she soon shouted. “I need 200 strong men, women tanning and already there is work to be done.” The fowlfolk all bowed to her following her command. As she began to work her duty cracking her fists heading to start working with Reverion reneging to watching as she began to intrust and seemingly take over the entire society with barely any resistance.

She didn’t just stop at the place where he landed with her as she seemed to influence even those further away as her work began. A clock moving forward in tick and tack, she soon teaches them how to tame the animals of the greenery that formed upon the new rivers sprouting around the land. The animals were large but easy to be domesticated with a few of their children taken and raised by then. At the same time she began teaching them how to carve the stone of their underground homes into more complex ways at the same time helping them rise up from the ground. Into towns and cities in the wastes as the people grew, helping them also organize in the lands from living in small groups into living large groups.

As time grew on she also taught what she teached to the southern goblins she helped to find copper veins underground to take the copper, smelt it and turn into new tools and materials using the copper. At the same time the race was very dependent on meat and flesh so she trained then using better tactics a race of hunters and warriors they would become over time. A culture dedicated to the hunting and worship of their father god while hiding in the darkness in more dense towns on the surface while some of their homes were underground. But also people that had buildings that were more shut in.

Reversion sat on a stone throne ornate with copper decorations as El’zadir wrote a series of laws asking his advice since he ruled over his people together with blood beak. The transformation was quite fast for him as it seemed like a blink of an eye had passed. At least things were more interesting as some of Harrowfane now fought with copper weapons below she soon said. “Stealing of the imperial crown jewels as you describe your throne is punished by death then…”

"Ahh.. you've certainly brought change... well.. I thought you said I was too hasty? And then.. I look at.. this. Not that I am complaining. Speaking of the crown jewels, suffice to say I think that would be fine in your care. But you should take a little time off now, just briefly. How may I show my appreciation to your hard work hm?" Reverion said softly, leaning in over El'Zadir's shoulder.

“Perhaps by offering some hard work of my own…” He gave a sly smirk to the dark skinned goddess.

She stopped for a moment thinking for several minutes before saying. “well i had that thing with…” She then shot up after stopping shouting. “CURSES!” drawing the attention of all in the room she sighed walking down the steps saying. “I forgot about the dwarfs… I need to go…”

"What... if I may ask... is a dwarf? Is it something edible?" Reverion asked with some surprise. “Also why don’t you make yourself at home here after your… dwarf business is concluded? There will be enough space, and besides.. wouldn’t you enjoy company that talks of similar things? And not hitting each other with wood? Not saying that my creations, with your aided guidance, are violent at all. They may however not be quite like the two of us, just yet. I expect to see you soon. Anew.”

“They are a gift given to me, a race of short people without a home to live and also because the entire planet is already very occupied and I am in charge of them.” She said as both left through the front door walking through the hallways of the town as he proposed living with him she then said. “Sounds good but I have a duty to uphold and my domain calls for me. My duty is not to sit in the things I build and wait, it is to spread the gift of civilization to progress to all corners of the planet.’

"A race without a home to exist in. I suppose they are not too different from us then? We too had no home, til this one came along. Yet even you must recuperate at times and enjoy existance, if there's something watching my fowlfolk has taught me is that life, or in this particular case, existance is meant to be cherished, for it is everything, and death is nothing. After all, why else exist at all hm? Think about it will you? We may teach the mortals plenty, but they in turn shall also teach us. Remember that El'Zadir, that you too may evolve. As may I." He smiled softly and then leaned in to whisper a few non-orderly things into her ear not meant for mortal ears. "Well, you know where to find me, goddess of beauty and order." He smirked.

She stopped as the doors of the palace opened and she stopped to think before saying. “Thank you…” she soon began to walk away as walking staff suddenly manifested as she headed northwest. The sands feeling fresh again as she wondered what she has learned well besides the sudden events that she was not ready to deal with something rather unique. Turning her head back she saw him getting distant saying. “A rather energetic god…”

A problem between Death, Life and Civilization stuck between then.

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? To her? 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.”

The Birth of El’zadir and The Birth of Civilization

From the darkness of early primitive minds the world was dark and fearful. At first they broke stones to make spears and with it progress began. With the spreading of the races it became strong their chants as a call seemed to echo around the world. A collective echo calling for order, security, unity, prosperity and many other calls. As their calls began to collect divine energy seemed to dance around it, converging in the night as flames harvested from thunderstorms, illuminated tribes scattered in the dark. The divine power followed a will, a path straight into a desert; they soon all collided into the floor and the will of thousands of living beings coalesced in the dark as the winds blew the sand into a dust devil. But soon the energy faded as the sands settled again; it seemed like nothing had come until the sand shifted and an arm obsidian skinned as the dark sky lifted up, from the sands seeking air from below attempting to grasp like it just learned to move and grab. Lifting from the sands and falling off a pristine and beautiful body was a woman obsidian skinned. Silver haired and red eyes like star rubies as the sand cleared off her not being able to hold it self she took a breath, her first breath. As she turned around seeing the world around her godly vision could see far and wide. As she felt the cold wind in her lungs she lifted herself from the sand looking around seeing the arid land and the great lake in front of her. Standing up she looked up to the starry sky as winds shook her long straight hair. Her long pointy ears twitched the small amounts of sand in then twitching to hear every detail.

As she stood looking at the stars she felt a pull. A duty to complete, a clock could be heard beginning to tic and tack. As she wandered near the lake she could see a fire of a tribe looking from afar she could see the goblins in the land. The local tribe was just controlling a fire from a thunderstorm. They had stone tools and attempted to hunt the small animals in the area. The recent hunt wasn’t good as they tended the flame as one kept watch. The watch soon grabbed the stone spear pointing at the tall figure of 6 meters approaching from the dark. Once the light El’zadir dropped a large alligator as the tribe stared at her she soon said in their tongue. “ka iona ar eareio ni zas?” (So are we eating or no?) The group for some reason trusted her almost like something she radiated as she sat down; the others seemed to increase their trust on her after some light hearted talks. The arid lands around from the great lake to here would be changed a lot. As under the hand of civilizations things would begin to change.


From her mind she had a drive her domain called for her to act. Even if she was a goddess her domain talked louder than her and so she began to act. She soon began to teach the tribe and neighboring clans how to manage and make fire. From the flames spreading through the many tribes across the region she labored for months and years. After a time as well she soon began fostering a level of cooperation between the tribes seeking to unite them in bigger and bigger groups around areas of interest. Either with large fertility or resources to bear for the future. Even as she labored, many of them saw her in awe, a woman rising and bringing many together in unity from nowhere. Solely focused on said goal, a goal that was just beginning she would tell many of them.

As time went on and years built upon with the stone tools they had she teached and guided them how to use their primitive tools to chop wood and stone in other workings they had. From pottery, carpentry, and stone working with tools. Used in the expanding of their tribes from simple huts into complex buildings guided by her will even from a distance. With time passing a new society began to arise.


From the early starts of stone and wood, El would guide and teach many of the tribes into farming and agriculture. From planting plants to grow into wheat, barley, fruits and vegetables to be eaten. But at the same time how to plant trees and watch them grow over long months. The lands were arid and desert meaning trees were rare to use this gift, the many tribes began to grow in the back of agriculture into small towns and some into cities. From there she would then use those more available to search minerals in the land. From the dirt many would come to know how to use copper as a better metal to use as a tool instead of the always breaking stone or scarcity of wood.

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As the cities would develop over time she would teach and guide many of the goblins into learning construction from not just houses but larger structures. From buildings meant to house many, to large edifications. Architecture that although very simplistic and even brutalistic in places would be allowed to grow past many generations into complexity. At the same time statues would be erected of El by the people she teached as respect and tribute for her gifts to them. From small towns they would grow into cities with many residents over the years that would pass and many still paid respect to who they would call the builder, even praise she cared not for or seemed to not acknowledge with only a smile.

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Soon she stood in the rooms of many leaders as the tribes grew large and fat that many systems of old could not sustain. So she helped the elders, clan leaders, chieftains and many others advised and guided them on how to rule. Setting up laws in accordance with each city's needs, what not to do, what to take, what should be a punishment to those that break said laws. Some of the divine, some of man at the same time she would set up those who would rule. Some would rule by councils, others would rule as kings and queens and as such the last of her gifts would be given in the last city she would meet putting a crown in a goblins head to the jubilation of a crown. She stared overlooking the horizon. She felt the pull again move forward and do it again and so she readied to do it. Grabbing only a staff and a cloth to cover her groin she would march in work.

Walking through the desert dunes she would stop for a moment. Thinking for a few moments she looked back through a city she passed through goblins fought in the distance on a battlefield, copper weapons and blood spilled for rivalries or slits some out of confusion as their goddess continued their work. Others out of greed she looked on and sighed such as the burden of civilization for war is one of its thorns, the bloodier it will become. Walking through the sand dunes leaving the lands of the Saleve’nios as the lands called themselves. she pondered why she did that, why not explore the world first? Why begin all with the duty she was born for? she pondered long as she wandered before saying. “This is my duty, this is the duty of a god… to serve their domain to work till the end…” She walked forward thinking soon enough “This is who i am…” She stopped for a moment thinking as the words lingered in her after the sun set and rose again she continued wandering.

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