Alechior gave the mortals one last glance, already curious how their little experiment would play out, then lifted off the ground. They rose above the treetops, leaving the group to muddle, wander, learn or set something on fire, whatever fate rolled for them. With a twist of their wrist, they drifted back across the waves toward the first island where mortals had appeared.
Alechior touched down on the forest floor and the moment their feet hit the earth they spotted movement in the underbrush. A small creature emerged, stepping with the kind of confidence only something that tiny and that convinced of its own importance could pull off. Light tan fur, black speckles, round ears and green eyes, the little cat prowled with the self-appointed dignity of a monarch surveying his kingdom. Alechior’s grin tugged wider. “Well now,” they murmured, “look at you. A pocket-sized conqueror!"
They drifted closer, hovering just above the ground as the feline continued his regal wander through the forest. There was curiosity in every step, a whole world reflected in those green eyes. The kind of creature who would walk into the unknown simply because no one told him he couldn’t. A clearly impressive specimen. Quite lucky that no creature tried to eat it yet.
“You’ve got something,” they said, loud enough and visible now, for the cat to hear/see. “A spark, a stride, a future.” With a flick of their fingers, they let a tiny blessing slip from their hand, gentle enough not to startle the Lord of All Cats. "“There you go, little one. You’ve dodged becoming someone’s lunch by sheer charm so far. Let that luck keep carrying you, but remember this, fear sharpens the thrill. A little danger makes every victory taste sweeter.” they said with a grin as a tiny speck of divine power flowed from them to the Lord of All Cats. A small yellow dot appearing on his back. A sign of being blessed by the Alechior.
Alechior finds a cute cat and noticing how cute he looks, decides to bless it to help it on its way. The Lord of All Cats, has been blessed now with luck. If they are to fall from a great height, they'll land on their feet, always. If they are hit, their bodies are more likely to reposition by mistake in a way that the hit doesn't harm anything important but, as everything is a gamble, the blessing has also gave the cat an irrational fear that can trigger randomly, either due to an unexpected sound or movement etc. (In other words, the Lord of All Cats has become more IRL Cat now) In-Domain Blessing - Lucid - 0 Cost
Alechior gave the tiny lord a last look, watching the cat’s tail flick with regal confidence as it padded back into the underbrush. “Go on then, Your Furriness,” they said with a chuckle, “rule your little world, chase shadows, nap like it is a sacred art. I expect greatness, or at least a very funny story!”
With a salute and a grin, Alechior rose up in the air. Higher and higher, drifting past the tree line and climbing into the open sky. The world spread out beneath them. Alechior spun once, twice, pointing a finger blindly in one direction, then snapped their arm forward. “That way,” they declared with the satisfaction. Without hesitation, they shot through the air, a streak of shifting color against the blue, ready to see what kind of trouble or entertainment the gamble would bring next.
Alechior slowed their flight as a jagged mountain peak caught their eye. “Why not,” they said, already descending before the thought even finished. Their feet touched down on the cold rock, the wind snapping around them in sharp gusts. They took a deep breath, surveying the ridges and valleys carved into the mountain’s spine. Nothing obvious called to them, no glowing relic or omen, just raw stone. Which, in its own way, was promising.
They let instinct tug them along, eyes flicking over crevices, caves, patches of scraggly vegetation, anything that might suggest something unexpected waiting to be found. They weren’t searching for a particular thing, just the thrill of the unknown, the sense that somewhere on this mountain, a secret sat waiting for the right reckless god to stumble into it.
@Vec Only their post is beautiful? You know how hard I worked for mine? I sacrificed a night of Heartstone Battlegrounds AND farming for that post! *insert crying emojis*
Alechior just laughed, tilting their head with an unbothered grin they wore better than any crown. “Then come collect, Yzechr, a bet’s a bet. I lost fair and square, and I’ll pay up when you knock on my door. Just make sure you bring that smile of yours when you do.”
Alechior watched the streak of black mist vanish into the horizon with a grin stretched across their face. They had lost. Not by much, not by intent, but a loss was a loss, and that made their blood hum with an electric thrill. “Well, well,” they murmured to themselves, clasping their hands behind their back as they drifted in a lazy spin above the world. “Guess the house wins this round.” Losing was part of the fun. Losing meant the game was real, the stakes mattered, and someone out there was sharp enough to pull ahead. The bet had been a gamble worth taking, and the colorful deity savored it even if it wasn’t a winning one.
Whatever favor Yzechr demanded, whatever game they chose to play next, Alechior would meet it head-on. After all, losing a wager only meant the next one would be sweeter. And Alechior lived for the next one.
After Yzechr left, Alechior drifted lazily above the shore.
Below, the chaos unfolded as two divines, a dog-god and a evil-looking-serious guy started fighting.
Sarhush lunging, striking, bleeding divine ichor into the black water, Saries snapping, clawing, yelping, rolling through the waves like a living storm. Alechior whistled a tuneless little note.
“And here we have the opening gambit,” they said, voice carrying over the roar of the ocean and the barks of the beast. “Look at that form! Precision, brute force, sheer audacity! The Artifact-thing, ladies and gents, now in play. And oh? What’s this? A counterstrike! Spectacular! Divine ichor on black sand, Who knew blood could look so...festive?”
Their eyes sparkled as the struggle descended into the depths, waves slamming the two combatants. Alechior’s grin widened, tapping an invisible stopwatch against their palm.
“And they’re under! The Riptide Edition! Sarhush refuses to let go, Saries refuses to concede. Technique, stamina, sheer stubbornness! Who will claim victory? And there it is! The Artifact-thing shatters! What a move! Unbelievable! A bold gamble to use the prize as a weapon but it pays off, folks! Chaos, carnage, artistry! That’s a ten out of ten for commitment, but the theatrics? Absolutely unmatched. Amazing fight from both parties!”
Alechior leaned forward, eyes scanning the black waves from above like a hawk surveying a racetrack. “Alright, folks,” they said, “we lost sight of the players as they dove into the Riptide Edition of the ocean, but there’s always a trail.” Fingers twirling in the air, they traced the shimmering currents, the faint sight of divine ichor and the scattered stuff from the Artifact-thing still clinging to the waves. “If I were a betting god and I am, our two champions are headed there,” they said, nodding at a jagged little island rising from the ocean.
They drifted down toward the island. The chaos of the waves faded as they approached. The island was alive with movement: mortals walked among a riot of plants, soil cradling seedlings and small trees. Dogs, sheep, and cattle wandered freely, some sniffing at the humans, others grazing, while birds flitted through the branches overhead. Everything seemed to hum with life.
Alechior’s eyes traced the threads of life, following the subtle interactions between the humans and the beasts. Some seemed to have taken a liking to the animals. "Interesting...lesser creatures. Mortals? Perfect." they said with a laugh.
A small group of the primitive type of mortals shuffled toward the edge of the island. Stopping, they crouched low, scratched at the ground, and after a few noises that sounded almost like words but weren’t quite. One of them jabbed a stick at a clump of grass and jumped back, half in triumph, half in fear, while another tried to mimic a bird overhead, flapping their arms with little success.
Alechior couldn’t help but grin, floating a little closer, still invisible to their eyes. “Ah, the classics,” they muttered, voice amused.
“The first mortals, still figuring out which end of the stick to wave around. Cute!” Alechior leaned back on an invisible chair, watching as the humans fumbled and stumbled, completely uncoordinated. Every misstep, every confused glance, every clumsy attempt at mimicry was a like and Alechior chuckled. But something was missing from them. It was clear from how they looked that they'll always stay the same. Maybe some might grow more hair or bigger muscles but that clearly wasn't enough.
Alechior’s grin widened, eyes sparkling as they hovered above the mortals. With a lazy wave of a hand, the small group of the primitive mortals lifted off the ground, floating gently in the air as though weightless. Alechior’s fingers traced arcs through the air, calming them giving them a bit of their happiness. “Easy, little mortals,” they murmured, “let’s see what you can really do when someone’s minding the table.”
Their gaze flicked across the island, scanning for the humans who had been given the Me of Animal Husbandry. Spotting one, a taller, steadier figure with a tiny spark of awareness in their eyes, Alechior extended a hand. The smarter mortal floated up next to the others, still unaware of the invisible god holding them. One by one, Alechior made the group fall into a soft slumber. Alechior guided them through the air, transporting to another island closer to the shore, one they've seen when they followed the two fighting gods. The island was devoid of mortal life but plants and animals seemed to have appeared.
Drifting down toward the island, the mortals still softly asleep in Alechior's grip. With a gentle tap, they set each one down on the grass, the descent barely disturbing the plants and small animals that had already begun to populate the island. “Alright, little ones,” they said, “time to wake up.” Their hand waved once more, a soft shimmer rippling through the mortals’ minds, their eyelids opening and their senses alerted. One by one, they stirred, blinked at the sky and the island around them, a mix of confusion and curiosity in their eyes.
Alechior’s eyes settled on the one smarter mortal, the one who had the faint spark of understanding. They floated a little closer, hovering just above the ground so their presence was undeniable. Pointing at the mortal, Alechior’s voice was calm but firm. “You,” they said, “you’ve got a gift. Make sure to teach the others what you know. Show them how to tend the animals, keep them safe, guide them. They won’t understand all of it yet, but you’ll do your best, won’t you?” The mortal blinked, their comprehension partial at best, yet the weight of Alechior’s gaze and the tone of command seemed to impress upon them a sense of purpose. Alechior gave a small, satisfied nod, hovering above them as the mortals began to stir and settle, the faint stirrings of curiosity and attentiveness already taking root.
"Oh, and one more thing. Your current forms? Clearly not enough. There you go! You'll love your descendants." Alechior added as a golden light descended upon the mortals. The godly blessing of genetic gambling was bestowed upon them. When their children will be born, they will be "human" for a few minutes before, eventually, magically alternating themselves randomly. Some would be bigger than big, some smaller than small. Some would grow impressive beards and be short of stature. Others would have long ears and slender bodies. While others...others might have different skin color, diseases or so. Anything was on the table as long as a table existed.
Soon after, Alechior drifted upward. They brought their hands together in a slow clap, and when they pulled them apart, a soft shower of spores drifted down from their palms. Tiny motes of life floated through the air, settling across the island, seeding the soil with a new type of plant. A happy plant.
Alechior sees the fight between Sarhush and Saries and comments on it like a sports commenter. As they follow them, they notice humans/mundane animals/plants appeared. They decide the humans are just not enough to be like they are so they kidnap a few humans, move them to a different island close to the shore and blesses them with the gift of genetic randomness.
Genetic Gamble – Grants mortals and their descendants indefinite, unpredictable physical variation. Each child may differ in size, build, facial features, ears, skin tone, or other anatomical traits. Outcomes are random and have no limit. Some may be extraordinary, others mundane. Effects persist across all future generations. This may also result in weird creations that may not be able to be sustainable with diseases that could appear as the genetics of the newborn not being able to survive, tho' the chances are very low in the first generations, later generations will see more randomness. In Domain Action - Hazy - -1 Conviction
Happy Plant - It's a plant made by Alechior that when fully rooted into the ground, it magically affects animals, mortals etc and makes them almost unable to cause conscious violence. It instead makes them be happy or content if the desire for violence is high enough. Strong willpowered individuals are able to resist this effect if there aren't too many Happy Plants around.
In simpler words, this plant stops conscious violence from happening unless one's willpower is strong enough to resist them and even then, they would feel like walking in quicksand. In Domain Action - Hazy - -1 Conviction
The rupture in reality rippled like an aftershock through the air when Alechior came down from their high point, drifting lazily above the black shore with all the urgency of someone watching a street performance rather than a cosmic event.
The colors the Ideals left behind still faintly stained the sky. Beautiful. Terrifying. Alien. The kind of spectacle that would make most deity rethink their life choices. Alechior just whistled a tuneless little note, impressed in the same way a gambler admires a card trick he absolutely doesn't fully understand.
“That was flashy,” they said out loud to no one in particular, grinning. “Not sure what he shook hands with, but it sure wasn’t boring.”
The whole world had shuddered. Gods had staggered. Minds stretched to the breaking point by trying to comprehend beings that didn’t behave like concepts of this universe at all. Alechior? They just looked amused. Impressed, clearly but amused for sure.
“Should I be worried?” they continued their silent monologue out loud. “Probably. Am I? Not even slightly. This is exciting!”
Their eyes lifted as Excelsis hurtled toward the Ideal of Knowledge. The air hummed with the clash of metaphysical definitions of existence. It was the kind of spectacle one would pay their godhood to witness, surely.
Alechior laughed.
It wasn’t madness but it wasn’t bravery either. It was thrill. Pure thrill at watching the first real wager of the world play out. A deity trying to claim a being made of meaning. It was insane and really, really, thrilling to watch.
“That new one has guts,” they chuckled. “There’s always one who tries to pocket something shiny before learning the rules of the table.”
They floated higher, crossing their legs midair like it was the most natural thing ever. This was truly a spectacle that they really wanted to see.
The sky trembled from the metaphysical fight until it detonated. The Patron of Knowledge, which had gleamed like a star one moment, was gone. Its absence sat in the world like a pulled tooth. The only proof it had ever existed was the glittering rain of fragments drifting down across creation.
They took a moment to steady themselves, then laughed softly, shaking their head as they shook away what must've been a cosmic fight the world hasn't yet seen.
“So, the new kid picked a fight with the biggest book in the room and snapped it in half. Bold move. Stupid. Entertaining. Honestly, ten out of ten for commitment but, damn, that was stupid.” they said again to anyone who could hear.
And then the shock hit them. The moment of unconsciousness...
Alechior came to with a sharp inhale, like someone who had leaned too far back in a chair and nearly hit the floor. Their eyes snapped open to the real world, which was a relief because the last thing they saw behind their eyes had not been real in any way a universe should ever permit.
Their Ideal had shown itself.
Not the fun parts. Not the games. Not the laughter. The pure thing. The Perfect Merriment, the Perfect Gamble. The distilled essence of joy without cruelty, risk without malice, chance without consequence. It had been blinding in a way that had nothing to do with light. It had stripped them down to the truth of their Domain and forced them to stare straight at it. It was...beautiful. Maddening knowing that they'll never reach those heights and a risky gamble to even think of trying but they would. One day, someday, Alechior promised themselves they will reach those heights.
Then, darkness. A heartbeat. Maybe less.
When Alechior fully snapped back into themselves, the world was still moving. The sky was still bleeding glitter. The air still hummed with something sharp and not really real. Knowledge was falling.
Not as light, not as sound, but as meaning. Splintered concepts raining down like shattered glass across every corner of creation. Ideas older than old, truths that should never be known, secrets that had no business being released into the wild.
Alechior whistled again, softer this time. “Well… they just overturned the whole table.”
They drifted upward until they were nearly horizontal in the air, arms spread as if trying to feel the shape of the moment. Little shards of what the Patron had been flickered past them, bright like fireflies and heavy like destiny. Each one carried weight. Each one carried risk. Each one was a card from a deck no one should ever shuffle.
“Look at that,” they murmured, an actual note of awe slipping into their voice. “All that knowledge, flying loose. That is going to make a proper mess.”
A glimmering fragment spiraled close. Alechior tilted their head, watching it with the kind of interest a gambler gives a coin mid-spin. They didn’t reach for it. They knew better.
“Tempting though,” they admitted. “Really tempting.”
Below them, the others were stirring, reeling from the same blackout.
Alechior just floated there, watching the fallout.
“You know what the funniest part is?” they said to the empty air. “Most of them are going to try to chase this. Gather it up. Study it. Contain it. Pretend they understand it.” Their grin sharpened. “And it’s going to slip right through their fingers.”
Fragments hit the ocean like falling stars. Others buried themselves in mountains. Some sank into the earth itself. A few drifted toward distant corners of the world.
“There’s no putting that back. Not fully. Not cleanly. Knowledge is a gamble itself now. Every piece someone touches, every secret they learn, it changes the game.”
They rolled onto their stomach midair, chin resting on their palms as they kicked their legs lazily behind them.
“And I do love a game where even the dealer doesn’t know the odds.”
A single shard drifted close, brushing their fingertips before spinning away into the horizon.
Alechior watched it go with a smirk.
“Run along then. Let’s see who picks you up first.”
They stretched out like a cat in sunlight and let themselves drift backward, letting the knowledge-storm rain around them.
Alechior didn’t flinch from the warped one-arm embrace. They slid an arm of their own around Yzechr in return, light and careless, like greeting an old friend they absolutely should not trust but enjoy anyway.
When the corruption god delivered that last line, Alechior barked out a laugh, sharp and delighted. “Good luck? Oh, I like that. Luck behaves strangely around me.”
They drifted upward, body tilting back as if caught by a breeze that only listened to them. Higher, higher, until their outline shimmered against the odd sky.
“This was lovely,” they called down, grin wide. “But it’s starting to feel a little boring, and I refuse to stand still long enough for that.”
A playful salute followed, two fingers tapping their temple.
“I’m off to have some fun. Try not to miss me! Taaa!”
As Alechior left, they half-picked up what one of the other divines Excelsis did using their divine power but decided it could wait until later. Surely there must be something to do in this half-made world. "Worst case," he said to themselves, "I'll find another sibling that seems fun to play with."
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