I'm still mourning the imaginary sheep the imaginary dragons ate.
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I wish I was a glow worm
A glow worm's never glum
Cos how can you be grumpy
When the sun shines out your bum?
A glow worm's never glum
Cos how can you be grumpy
When the sun shines out your bum?
Nah, it takes far too much to kill a god xD
Then I shall sit back and enjoy :)
Well it was nice knowing you guys but I think Svie may die PRETTY early on if @Rtron had anything to say about it. That smirk may be a death sentence.
But fuck did it feel good.
And no. No they don't.
But fuck did it feel good.
Dang, NONE of the other gods like Undasis :O
And no. No they don't.
So they were risen. And it was now that Svieand could not draw his attention away from the two immense figures that towered before him – expansive even in nothingness. Invictus and Fate. He was familiar with them yet simultaneously naïve.
He remained awestruck as the foreign power grew before him. He felt the others react to its presence, he himself conflicted over cowering before such might and curiously reaching out toward such worthy potency.
He flinched as the mass compressed into an infinitesimal speck that pulsed with sheer potential. Svei was lost in the inky darkness that seemed to call to him and once more his purpose was revealed. Yet already the orb had moved to Vowzra. The wooden figure seemed entirely nonplussed as the sphere of all that would be descended before him. The both familiar and yet new emotions of both admiration and jealous sparked within his thoughts and fought for dominance. They were soon silenced by the wave of knowledge that Vowzra was the Creator as his essence, trailing the orb as it span off, was coloured with the same bright darkness of the orb.
Others soon added their own powers. Knowledge. Life. Magic. Chaos. How could he ever be considered an equal to such beings? The doubt and uncertainty blossomed within as both small talk and complete confidence was displayed by the others. Svei was agog when the orb floated in his apparent direction, the recent fifth thread pulsating from the one he already highly distrusted.
He hesitated.
The orb stilled before his humanoid form. Ice crystals that orbited his body slowed to a stop as doubt crept over his porcelain face.
The orb approached further. Still he did not reach out. The cold seeped further into his thoughts. You’re not worthy. Look at their power. You’re nothing. Frigid.
The silence ensued.
Then he snapped. His hand shot out and grasped the top of the orb. He screamed and the crystals shattered. A warmth grew throughout his body with an overriding sense of hope. It was soon replaced by a searing heat that seemed to scorch his very mind with fleeting elation as it soon faded into a melancholy as his entire being felt drained of all emotion and thought. Then the cold came once more with a stronger resolve than before. Ice fractals grew outward from his free hand and span into orbit, larger and more ornate than before.
The figure sighed misting the air and he pushed the orb slowly away. From his palm ran a silver thread becoming the sixth to merge with the orb.
He opened his eyes and they sparkled as he saw that the distorted colours in the orb were now cyclical. They still contorted and span, separating and combining. But there was a definite pattern.
Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown.
As filigree strands of his thread started to mimic the orb he smiled and turned to grin at Vestec. You’re worthy. Look at your power. You’re The Seasons. Winter is only the beginning.
He remained awestruck as the foreign power grew before him. He felt the others react to its presence, he himself conflicted over cowering before such might and curiously reaching out toward such worthy potency.
He flinched as the mass compressed into an infinitesimal speck that pulsed with sheer potential. Svei was lost in the inky darkness that seemed to call to him and once more his purpose was revealed. Yet already the orb had moved to Vowzra. The wooden figure seemed entirely nonplussed as the sphere of all that would be descended before him. The both familiar and yet new emotions of both admiration and jealous sparked within his thoughts and fought for dominance. They were soon silenced by the wave of knowledge that Vowzra was the Creator as his essence, trailing the orb as it span off, was coloured with the same bright darkness of the orb.
Others soon added their own powers. Knowledge. Life. Magic. Chaos. How could he ever be considered an equal to such beings? The doubt and uncertainty blossomed within as both small talk and complete confidence was displayed by the others. Svei was agog when the orb floated in his apparent direction, the recent fifth thread pulsating from the one he already highly distrusted.
He hesitated.
The orb stilled before his humanoid form. Ice crystals that orbited his body slowed to a stop as doubt crept over his porcelain face.
The orb approached further. Still he did not reach out. The cold seeped further into his thoughts. You’re not worthy. Look at their power. You’re nothing. Frigid.
The silence ensued.
Then he snapped. His hand shot out and grasped the top of the orb. He screamed and the crystals shattered. A warmth grew throughout his body with an overriding sense of hope. It was soon replaced by a searing heat that seemed to scorch his very mind with fleeting elation as it soon faded into a melancholy as his entire being felt drained of all emotion and thought. Then the cold came once more with a stronger resolve than before. Ice fractals grew outward from his free hand and span into orbit, larger and more ornate than before.
The figure sighed misting the air and he pushed the orb slowly away. From his palm ran a silver thread becoming the sixth to merge with the orb.
He opened his eyes and they sparkled as he saw that the distorted colours in the orb were now cyclical. They still contorted and span, separating and combining. But there was a definite pattern.
Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown.
As filigree strands of his thread started to mimic the orb he smiled and turned to grin at Vestec. You’re worthy. Look at your power. You’re The Seasons. Winter is only the beginning.
@jetipster That's a damn good post, there's nothing like seeing how another god sees your character. His creation was rather different - and arguably, from that post, he was the first xP stealing my spot, you little!
Well done Josh...
SORRY! I assumed at the "Rise" that everyone was risen and either our posts were all actually simultaneous or some being just physically 'rose' before others.
But then again I'm not sorry. Not sorry at all.
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Kinky Boots?
The song Raise you up/Just be?
Googled Searched it, those two things kept coming up^^
Google is cheating. But yes Kinky Boots - an AMAZING film!
Looks like Svieand may go easy on the Kraken.
At first.
Hey, Jack Frost has joined us!
Great post, jetipster, very poetic-sounding
Was going to use that as an Alias but thought it was too cliché. Maybe it'll catch on anyway.
And thanks! I kinda wanted to go kind of biblical-esque without all the IN THE BEGINNING... so glad it did come across poetic.
You're just making my freakin' awesome day even better!
Ladies, gentlemen and those who are yet to make up your mind. (IC loving from Svieand and eternal admiration from me for anyone who can tell me that source!)
I apologise for the lateness of the hour with my posts but (I've already explained to Kho) I am a full time secondary school teacher so can only post in the evenings once I've dealt with all the maggots and planned and marked for tomorrows sprogs.
Nonetheless I hope you enjoy.
I apologise for the lateness of the hour with my posts but (I've already explained to Kho) I am a full time secondary school teacher so can only post in the evenings once I've dealt with all the maggots and planned and marked for tomorrows sprogs.
Nonetheless I hope you enjoy.
There was the Two.
Then there was: “Rise”.
The tone seemed to reverberate around a close yet endless space.
It was heard by all and yet by none.
He heard it. But he did not as he was not yet he.
He saw the two but then did not. For they could not be seen and he could not see.
He was but a mist amongst the dark. The everything and the nothing.
He could not hear. He could not see. But he could be.
And so he was. A vague frozen mist slowly cradling the concept of being as those more urgent than he grasped at and strove for existence. He knew them but did not. They were strange, yet familiar, as the vaporous thoughts fought to comprehend the beings heeding the unquestionable command.
The timber frame of Vowzra grew from the nothingness and a frozen mist sparkled at his emergence. Time.
The presence of Arguis registered his essence – he is one who knows. Fear and admiration.
A dust cloud embodies a female form and the mist sparkling in delight at the accompanying “Wow”.
Another female vision appears and he was drawn to her before the mist recoiled at the sudden change in being. “Kraken” was heard and was scorned for the pain and admired for the power.
The blast of heat and then a stunning figure. Rugged and well-muscled. If mist could flush… Yet a sense of powerlessness rippled through the frozen mist at the futility of trying to approach the heat and it settles solemn still.
An uncertain figure formed a shadow close (or far?) from him and then there was a light. The first light. Almost imperceivable. But when refracted through countless crystals, unforgettable. And there he was. Life. The mist shimmered with power once more. Time. Life.
A create creature emerges and in turn creates more light in the darkness. Light that needs a place to be.
In response comes the dark. The chaos. The mist churns into a writhing mass as chaos takes it’s place. Vestec revealing its combined powers to all present.
The essence continued to contort itself as once again higher beings were granted existence while it waited for the lesser powers.
Yet the swirls soon turned to a contemplative eddy as form now recognised as humanoid emerged to oppose the previous incarnation. Time. Life. Harmony.
With that the mist froze in place. The fractal cyclone of essence in suspense of the great power touching it. The time to just be was over. It was time to exist.
“You are become the seasons, ever changing, ever constant.”
The vapour swirled in a flurry slowly converging into a humanoid shape to mirror those it already admired. ‘Seasons’ he thought. The cold prickled at his skin and as knowledge returned to the conscious form he knew that he had to fulfil his namesake and master the gift bestowed by the Two, to him Sveiand.
Yet he felt only the chill of winter inside. He knew he had been chosen after Time, Life and Harmony. Should he serve? Should he rule? Should he assemble? The others emerged before him, but he was chosen by the Two also. He was no lesser being. So he drew upon the cold for power and to strengthen his resolve.
All he know was he was the Seasons. But only a season. To fulfil his destiny, master the elements, capture imaginations, impact worlds and gamble with life and time itself, it would require patience, power, allies and maybe more than a few ruffled… ‘what are they called? …Feathers!’
Then there was: “Rise”.
The tone seemed to reverberate around a close yet endless space.
It was heard by all and yet by none.
He heard it. But he did not as he was not yet he.
He saw the two but then did not. For they could not be seen and he could not see.
He was but a mist amongst the dark. The everything and the nothing.
He could not hear. He could not see. But he could be.
And so he was. A vague frozen mist slowly cradling the concept of being as those more urgent than he grasped at and strove for existence. He knew them but did not. They were strange, yet familiar, as the vaporous thoughts fought to comprehend the beings heeding the unquestionable command.
The timber frame of Vowzra grew from the nothingness and a frozen mist sparkled at his emergence. Time.
The presence of Arguis registered his essence – he is one who knows. Fear and admiration.
A dust cloud embodies a female form and the mist sparkling in delight at the accompanying “Wow”.
Another female vision appears and he was drawn to her before the mist recoiled at the sudden change in being. “Kraken” was heard and was scorned for the pain and admired for the power.
The blast of heat and then a stunning figure. Rugged and well-muscled. If mist could flush… Yet a sense of powerlessness rippled through the frozen mist at the futility of trying to approach the heat and it settles solemn still.
An uncertain figure formed a shadow close (or far?) from him and then there was a light. The first light. Almost imperceivable. But when refracted through countless crystals, unforgettable. And there he was. Life. The mist shimmered with power once more. Time. Life.
A create creature emerges and in turn creates more light in the darkness. Light that needs a place to be.
In response comes the dark. The chaos. The mist churns into a writhing mass as chaos takes it’s place. Vestec revealing its combined powers to all present.
The essence continued to contort itself as once again higher beings were granted existence while it waited for the lesser powers.
Yet the swirls soon turned to a contemplative eddy as form now recognised as humanoid emerged to oppose the previous incarnation. Time. Life. Harmony.
With that the mist froze in place. The fractal cyclone of essence in suspense of the great power touching it. The time to just be was over. It was time to exist.
“You are become the seasons, ever changing, ever constant.”
The vapour swirled in a flurry slowly converging into a humanoid shape to mirror those it already admired. ‘Seasons’ he thought. The cold prickled at his skin and as knowledge returned to the conscious form he knew that he had to fulfil his namesake and master the gift bestowed by the Two, to him Sveiand.
Yet he felt only the chill of winter inside. He knew he had been chosen after Time, Life and Harmony. Should he serve? Should he rule? Should he assemble? The others emerged before him, but he was chosen by the Two also. He was no lesser being. So he drew upon the cold for power and to strengthen his resolve.
All he know was he was the Seasons. But only a season. To fulfil his destiny, master the elements, capture imaginations, impact worlds and gamble with life and time itself, it would require patience, power, allies and maybe more than a few ruffled… ‘what are they called? …Feathers!’
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