@WrongEndoftheRainbow, is it possible to cut down the map size a bit? As of now it takes me a p long time to load it, I have to keep it open in a different tab for like 5 minutes for it to display completely.
Sounds like a problem with your internet. I can simplify it, but it won't look as good.
EDIT: The current iteration is currently about 6mb, which means it takes me about 6 seconds to load it. If your internet takes 5 minutes to load it, there's Big Issues with your internet.
Go ahead! There are seven more fruit on the branches of the tree and each have several of their own seeds :D
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Oh that's a great idea and if it's no trouble I'd be appreciated.
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Person: "Golem please... that is my mother's gravestone that you're painting over... please stop..." Golem: "Your demand requires me to submit to your authority. I must refuse!"
Lasis stood up slowly from her meditation, thinking of the conflicts of the gods and their attacks and praises of each other. So far she had remained out of the way, but she had to act eventually. She grabbed her book, detaching it from the strap and lifting it up. Opening the tome, she then began to read. She read for a brief few minutes of various things, before reaching with her free hand into the book. With some strain, she began to pull something from the pages.
It was hard work. She worked at it, straining herself, making sure to get it perfect. Just then, the resistance against her tugging suddenly gave way, and he arm flew up, pulling out a golem. The golem fell to the floor, looking around in a confused manner. She looked at the golem, raising her golden eyebrows in a friendly manner, before implanting instructions within its mind.
The golem was never to follow the social order. It would travel from place to place, creating art and innovating where it saw need. Should it be demanded to submit to an authority, it would refuse, under any circumstances. It would aid those who would rebel against their social order, should it see good in the rebel. All of these were its instructions. She reached into her book again, and then again.
Each time she pulled out a different golem, all made roughly in her image. Each one recieved the same instructions, and they milled around for a bit before moving on, following their instincts. They each went in a different direction, one into the tunnels, one to each cardinal direction, and one last one stayed in place, seeing the need in the area for art. The last golem frolicked with the faeries, and, after conjuring up their own brush and paints using the residual power of their creation, began to paint on the walls of the fortress of the gods.
Lasis' first act of creation, painter golems! They travel around as big rebels and make art.
The sounds of the other gods hounded Lasis, surrounding her. She was very quickly running out of places to hide. To think it had fallen this far, from a grand rebellion against a tyrannical god, to nothing more than her failed attempts to flee. She had nowhere to go. Nowhere except this door, this Door that she had tracked down.
She did not know where it lead. This was terrifying, yet at the same time exhilarating. She needed to escape, and this offered her just that chance. She approached. The door opened invitingly for her. She felt a tug on her mind, but she ignored it as she stepped closer to the door.
The tug lanced into severe pain. She stumbled, and fell. Everything went black.
When she woke up, she had been dragged away from the door, her hands tied together with divine thread, surrounded by the rest of the pantheon. Whispers erupted amongst them when they realized she was awake. She sat up, still dizzy from the pain.
“For your crimes against the divine pantheon, you have been sentenced to death,” came the verdict. The sentencing was a farce; there would be no court trial and there was no court trial. They didn’t see the need for one, obviously. Lasis simply dimmed her eyes, closing her sight as she awaited the killing blow.
She knew they would be swift, for they wanted to rid her of their pantheon. She’d evaded them twice now, and they would not take chances. Yet, the killing blow did not come. She lit her eyes, bringing back her vision.
“Was that close enough for you?” asked a not quite familiar voice.
Lei had never travelled far through the Door herself. That path was one that frightened her, and fell far outside her duty, both to herself and to that which had given her access to it. Still, she knew how it worked- somewhat- and now that she was fully alert, she was back at the height of her power.
She could hear the voices that she had not called.
Lei swept into the place beyond the door with a blur of a warp, bounced off things in the Vault she did not remember putting there and didn’t care if she broke. To leave escape just out of arm’s reach for the one she had called was tantamount to murder- something Lei had done plenty of, in her time, but never because she was content to leave a task unfinished.
A simple yank was enough to hurl Lasis’s tiny body across the void, into the Vault. Mater Lei saluted the furious pantheon as the Door closed behind her.
Then they were both sprawled across the floor of the forest. Stylishly sprawled, in Lei’s case, until she got up. ‘Draped’ was the word. She extended a hand. Still slightly dizzy, Lasis gratefully took the hand, helping lift her to her feet. She asked, ”Who are you?” Lasis asked, curiously.
“I’m your neck in a ‘return to sender’ envelope,” said Lei, adjusting her coat. “Who are you?”
”I’m Lasis, thank you for saving me. Do you have a name I could call you by?” Lasis responded, shaking her wrists around in an attempt to free them of the divine thread.
“Lei,” she said, “Mater and Concierge.” She half-bowed and half-curtsied, balancing her crook somehow. As she rose she twirled the staff, and a flash of gilt steel touched the gap between Lasis’s wrists. The thread fell away. “This universe will be your home now. I trust you were quite sick of the other one.”
Lasis simply nodded, saying, ”I got the feeling I wasn’t quite welcome there anymore.” She rubbed her wrists with her golden-clad fingers, before continuing, ”Thank you, again. I will get myself acquainted with this new land.”
Mater Lei tapped her forehead with her glove again. “Every blessing, my dear.”
It’s basically just a big post for the arrival of Lasis. She’s now steppin on da beach doo doo doo doo
The Patron of Rebellion, the Curator of Innovation
Female
Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ
Culture (Innovation)
Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
Chaotic Good
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Lasis is, essentially, an artist at heart. She is extremely rebellious to any type of authority, and is malcontent to take orders from others. Due to this, she is known as the Patron of Rebellion, or more flatteringly, the Curator of Innovation. She, however, genuinely has good at heart, looking to improve people's lives by challenging social order and societal norms. She prefers peaceful means to rebel, however is not above violence if she deems it absolutely necessary.
Generally Lasis chooses to appear as a small wooden golem, dressed in a cloak and pants, with a white undershirt. A book always dangles from a strap, and she carries with her a wooden pyramid at all times.
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