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Law is stealing the upper-hand from Chaos, Vulamera noticed smugly, The winds of power shift in our favour. It was true. The winds were indeed shifting, though not by any command of Zephyrion: that deluded child was too flippant to truly rule over anything, for even his eternally reforming thoughts were at the command of his insatiable desire for change without reason. He was puppeteered by those random urges: made a fool king. Change has the potential to be a priceless resource, this much is undeniable, but it should be wielded cautiously by those who think before acting, and so the same should become true of Zephyrion. The First Gale must be reigned in so others can command, letting him loose onto the world only when necessity would dictate. 

The same control should be exercised over Vestec, Adversary and Astarte; each of them so powerful, but so irresponsible with that power. Left to their own devices, they would crumble the universe to a state of un-logic, where the single constant is chaos itself and all else is subservient. However, she realized the potential of Adversary, Astarte and Belru and thus sent them all an identical message. "Greetings, my sibling! Your power is indeed vast, far beyond what I could wield with my mind alone. However, I think we will both find that, once the world is created, many of the same scholars who follow me will utilize your complex powers. We will have to work together."

Forging these early friendships would hopefully bring some of the gods together with her, leading to a peaceful world.

However, these were only her private musings. She would not impose them on others, unless extreme circumstances arose. Indeed, the impression of seeing the disastrous conflicts raging within the void had registered with her like a cannon-shot. She despised the sight of conflict so much that from this point forward, the Transcendent Mother vowed to sincerely earn her title by fostering only knowledge, not this repugnant avarice. 

This newly-found philosophy of peace did not suddenly transform her into a weakling, of course. There are always certain things that cannot be stood for, the chief among them being destructive chaos and pointless idiocy, both of which had found suitable embodiments in Vestec or Jvan.

Fortunately, Logos seemed prepared to deal with them. Just as the Scribe was preparing to give up hope that Order Incarnate would hear her plea for assistance, the winged creature himself appeared, flying overhead (was overhead real in a void?) to confront the Chaotic Gods.

His wings spread far, the gale of wind ushering from them shoving each of the defilers safely out-of-reach of the Universal Plan. The command "Desist!" was heard across the great emptiness, and Vulamera knew that conflict could not be far behind it. Regrettable. It was almost enough to make one regret requesting Logos' assistance at all: one would hope an Order God understood the need for intelligent caution, but it was clear now that even God's of Order could be fools. Vulamera would still stand firmly with Law, but she was also certain to take a mental note of the drastically, damnably disappointing disillusion.

“Toun. Teknall. Niciel.  Vulamera– I will keep them at bay. Undo their corruption. Finish the Design and enact the Great Work.”

"Very well." was her curt reply. 

The invisible grasp of Vulamera suddenly extended once more to the Scroll, reaching down without tangible force to implant her ideals. When the Design previously felt her influence, it was for naught more than editing and organization. This time, however, she truly put herself- her very essence of divinity- into the page,  forever imbuing within it the pure nature of Mind and Intelligence, so that sentient life would have a chance to develop whenever Slough chose to grace the barren lands with his being.

A sigh escaped lips that didn't exist yet. She was finished. Her work complete.

She spoke aloud, casting her voice to all around the Gathering. "I have imbued my essence, which in itself may drive out fractions of the foul chaos and harmonize our designs as one. However, I unfortunately have not the power to do any further. I have spent all within me."

As she was still speaking, the hard tone of War found its way to her. "It is in the nature of most to scheme, plot, and influence, even among we gods, so it is not surprising to me to see it already," Kyre sounded somehow both wise and dangerous: a fitting impression for a god of his domain. "Greater good? Tell me, knowledge, what exactly is the greater good? Good and evil, what defines a good act and what defines an evil act, what makes that line? I suppose we are indeed one in this regard, we can be friends... and I accept the offer."

For the first time, Vulamera laughed. It was a musical, cold sound, devoid of true joy but nonetheless precise and measured in its sound, as if an emotionless scientist had attempted to objectively construct the perfect laughter.

"You've caught me, Kyre! My mention of good and evil was only to test you, to observe your ability to notice the lack of obvious distinction betwixt them. Indeed, there is no difference between good or evil, for both terms are so vague as to be rendered useless by deprivation of definition. I sincerely apologize to you, my sibling, for playing such games, but I only intended to judge your mind. Deceit for deceit's sake is not my way."

She stopped to ponder for a few moments, then continued, "My offer of friendship was not a trick, however. I stand by what I said before: you seem a wise one to me, especially now that you've unveiled my little experiment." This tale was true, for Vulamera had gained some real respect for Kyre. She had not expected the Warmonger to know how unreal good and evil were. A Child God he was, but a bright one. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for him...

But there surely was none for Vestec. He appeared like a bolt of lightning, fire at his fingertips to consume all they had worked for! Teknall, the Almighty Artisan, leaped into motion, a shield materializing from nothing in his hands. He bravely defended the work from Vestec. It was a brave thing, but a single God alone would never be enough to defend such an incalculable treasure.

Kyre swam through the black to grab at the Devil's wrists. He glared heavily into Vestec's wild eyes and issued a fierce warning, before pushing the disgusting being away.

But it was still not enough. So the Transcendent Mother did a very odd thing. She condensed herself into a tight sphere of spinning energy, suddenly developing a onyx-black colour, becoming visible. Round and round she whirled like potter's clay in a wheel, all the while quickly moving and hiding the Scroll within herself. If the corrupted deities wanted to lay so much as a finger on this creation, they would have to utterly destroy Vulamera first. 

"Fear not, my dear friends, I am not stealing this creation. I have only wrapped myself around the Scroll to defend it from those bent on doing harm to all our work. If any of you- Toun, Teknall, Kyre, Vowzra, Logos or Ull'Yang- wish the document returned, I will gladly surrender it up to you. I hide it now from the evil gods, not from the true ones such as yourself." A note of sincere pride tinted her voice, as she waited for the Great Work to finally be put into action and the universe created...

-Vulamera decides that peace is best

-She sends a message to all the magic gods

-She influences the Book Design

-She speaks to Kyre

-She takes physical form and hides the Design inside herself

-4 might at start
-2 might to empower scroll
-1 might to protect scroll
- 1 remaining

@Hael

Literally the entire universe is waiting on you to post. Allow the motivation to seep into your soul! 

I'm looking forward to turn 2 and onwards because then the gods can part ways to some extent and everyone can go at the pace that they want.@Cyclone

I agree. I really can't keep up.

I'm writing, though. I haven't stopped. I'm literally typing it right now, even though it's going to be fairly short.

It's just that life keeps getting in the way, you know? Everytime I get on a roll, someone knocks on the door, or my dog begs to go outside, or I get a headache and have to take pain meds, or I discover that my head is inexplicably burning hot. (All of these things actually happened in the past few hours)

You say the universe is waiting for me, but it feels more like it's actively delaying me

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