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God Name: Ulmo
Title: God of the Sea and Lord of Waters
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
God Appearance:

Personality: Ulmo has appeared to age since the destruction of the previous age. His once raven-black hair has turned white and he now sports a flowing white beard. Nonetheless, his Sea Blue eyes shine with the might of the Sea and the wisdom of countless millenia. His skin is a tough, leathery tan and he is often decked out in full battle armor and in his hand, he holds his Trident, a weapon forged for battle. Normally, he radiates calmness with a certain sternness beneath the surface, something that is often emphasized when he's speaking with a god he dislikes.

Ulmo is a proud, but ultimately benevolent being. He demands proper respect for the Sea and all that dwells within it as well as a certain degree of honor from his followers. With those demands met, Ulmo is content to simply leave mortals to their own devices and watch them choose the direction of their own lives. He favors fishermen, merchants, treasure-seekers, privateers, and all who live their lives upon or near the Sea and respect it.

Opinion of mortals: "They can reach heights that not even the gods ever imagined or they could set the world aflame."
God’s Domain:When first approaching Ulmo's domain, the Isles of the Blessed, it seems to be a dismal place. Upon entering, it seems to be an endless ocean with mist as far as the eye can see. When there isn't mist, great storms toss and churn the waters as though the waves themselves were eager to bring you down into their depths. This is purely the realm's defenses to keep out hostile gods or to redirect mortals that stumble upon it by accident. Further in, you find a calm ocean with crystal blue waters, vast coral reefs, and a chain of tropical islands with every kind of fruit and pleasant vegetation anyone can imagine. Upon the islands themselves live the deceased followers of Ulmo in great cities made of white stone and marble along with majestic boats and ships of all sizes. Just beneath the sea lie many a benign sea creature from great Sea Serpents to cheerful Mermaids.

Avatar Name: Caspian

Avatar Appearance:

Personality: Caspian is a solemn and kind soul. He takes his duties as the Avatar very seriously and does not intend to let disaster catch him by surprise. He is a relatively peaceful person, but is stern when dealing with criminals. He will not be cruel to, say, a child that steals to survive, but he will mix mercy with justice. At times, he is a little unsure. The world has changed since he has been born, but he resolves to do the best he can.
Magic Abilities: Besides the swordsmanship skills he hones through his long life, Caspian is a skilled sorcerer, specializing in Sea Magic. He can control waves, conjure up winds, form whirlpools, and even call upon a storm, though the latter leaves him exhausted. He is also capable of a few minor tricks like lighting fires or drying someone's clothes.

Hero(es): Themis Agape
Rank/Reason: Distinguished Diplomat; no one can deceive her as long as she doesn't want to be deceived. She is also a skilled swordswoman.
Personality: Kind and patient, Themis sees the good in all people, even if it's just a tiny spark. Themis can weather boring trade agreements and negotiations with ease and is well-versed in every type of trickery, not that she needs it. A gifted mage, she sacrificed her sight to be able to literally "see" the very essence and intentions. Themis does not use this ability to pry, however. Rather than snooping, she prefers to enjoy the beauty of life in her home city, Icharus.

Terrain Preference: Along the coasts of the Sea and upon islands.

Name of Kingdom/Empire: Avuvian Confederation
Capital: Atalantae (large metropolis; Center of the Sea Trade; northernmost city; contains a natural harbors and is near a mountain rich in stone excellent for building structures)
Major Cities:
Icharus (medium-sized city; known for art, beauty, and technological progress; home of the Academy of Icharus; contains much farmland outside the city walls)
Gela (home of the finest silks and entertainment; contains large theatres, amphitheaters for chariot and horse races, and a Coliseum; death matches are "officially" outlawed. Southernmost city)
Jukta (home of much of the Avuvian navy; has many shipyards and situated near a large forest; is known for being militaristic and disciplined; southernmost city)

[People]
To what can the Avuvian people as a whole be likened as? The Avuvians as a whole are a proud and noble people. At their best, they are humble but assertive traders, mariners, and warriors that strive for what is right and honorable. At their worst, they can be domineering and greedy with superiority complexes and hegemonic/imperial tendencies. All Avuvians revere the Sea and their patron deity, Ulmo. Thus, even the worst sort of Avuvian knows to pay the Sea God proper respect or lose his favor. They also regard the dumping of waste into the Sea when it can be prevented as an unspeakable carelessness. Although the Avuvians can all be described as thus, certain cities are famous for certain types of people.

Atalantae- Although all Avuvian cities are hubs for trade and commerce, Atalantae is the largest and by the far the most famous cities for trade in the known world. Here, goods from the hottest desert in the East are sold alongside strange robes worn in the West. Dendapaim goods along with Hallowed Commune produce abound in great numbers. The smell of smoked fish and exotic spices and perfumes combined with a huge crowd of different races, creeds, and languages can easily dizzy a newcomer until he is lost in this labyrinth of stone. Merchant and Naval ships abound in its natural harbor. Atlantae also ships much of the stone needed for construction in the other Avuvian city-states and their colonies. Its walls tower even over those of the militaristic city of Jukta.

Icharus- Famous for its Academy, Icharus is seen as a center of Avuvian learning, technological breakthroughs and new inventions. Icharus is known be home to engineers, philosophers, and scholars with a cheerful work ethic and natural curiosity about the world. These engineers and scholars are not driven by fierce competition. On the contrary, academics are usually quite friendly to one another and can discuss levers and pulleys for hours with one another. The technologies produced here are second only to the people following the God of Crafts and comparable to the best technologies other nations have to offer. The Academy does not just produce worldly scholars and engineers, however. The studies of Philosophy and Magic at the Academy of Icharus are quite popular and debates are well-known to echo through its halls.

Gela- Where Icharus is renowned for the study of Avuvian knowledge, lore, and philosophy, Gela is one of the most extravagant of all Avuvian cities. Its attitude embodies the attitude of unparalleled dominance, imperialism and arrogance among Avuvians. There is nothing within the civilized world that cannot be brought at Gela. Its Coliseum can seat over half the city as well as foreign dignitaries, exotic wildlife, guards, criminals, and gladiators. Gela is the only Avuvian city to allow Trial by Combat. The people in Gela are known to be the most prideful of the Avuvians and consider Gela to be the center of the civilized world. Gela's laws can also be a bit more lax than other Avuvian cities' laws and it is no surprise that its ships are hardly ever attacked by certain pirate groups, something a bitter inhabitant of Jukta is known to complain about. Its Councilor in the Avuvian Council is known to take the opposite side of the Juktan Councilor.

Jukta- Jukta is known as the producer of the finest ships in the known world and the stereotype of respectable and honorable Avuvians. A stately Avuvian city near a vast forest, the shipyards of Jukta are vast and produce many of the ships in the Avuvian navy. Juktans are known to value the rule of law highly and each person takes their person duty seriously. Corruption is the lowest here of all the Avuvian city-states and one would be a fool to try to breach its defenses which consist of high walls and a well-defended harbor as well as a veteran garrison of soldiers. Many people in this city volunteer for the city guard, Avuvian Army, or the great Avuvian Navy. Juktans get along the least with their Gelan countrymen and their representative on the Avuvian Council is known to take the opposite side of the Gelan Councilor.

[Economy]
The Avuvian Confederation has, perhaps, the strongest economy in the known world. Its cities placed upon a strategic place upon the continent and its colonies upon many islands near or on trade routes, the Confederation thrives on trade. Most trade routes by Sea are used by Avuvians and protected by their navy as well. Their markets are some of the most varied in the known world. The Avuvians are known to export art such as sculptures, paintings, and tapestries, as well as marble, stone, finished goods like weapons, furniture, and, of course, the best boats and ships in existence. Some of their best products are maps and atlases of the Sea and the lands accessible through it, some islands only known to the Avuvians themselves. If a captain is to sail into dangerous or unfamiliar waters, then his or her best bet would be to use an Avuvian map.

Gold and Silver often changes hands in Avuvian marketplaces and ships may be chartered to almost any dock in the known world. Merchants and traders who abide by the law are welcomed with open arms, but those who flout the law risk the wrath of the Merchants' Guilds and the Courts.

[Politics]
The Avuvians are organized in, at the moment, four distinct city-states bound together in a firm league of friendship. Each city-state is ruled by a City Council ranging from four to twelve members with three-year terms that is headed by the Head Councilor, who is elected from among the the Councilors themselves. In addition to its own City Council, however, Atalantae hosts the Avuvian Council with four members, one from each city-state, that serve for four years. This is headed by the Avatar and/or a Head Councilor appointed by the Avatar. In addition, each city has its own court system for enforcing the law and trying criminals in their courts with a Central Court in Atalantae for matters that concern the people as a whole or when there is a conflict of interest within the local courts. The Central Court has 12 members that serve until death or resignation. If there is a tie in the Central Court, the Avatar casts the deciding vote. In addition to this and leading the Avuvian Council, the Avatar is in control of the military and naval forces, the Head of State and Chief Diplomat, and may pass a law of his own volition unless it is vetoed by three of the four Avuvian Council members or challenged by the Central Court.

Other: Within the capital of Atlantae lies the greatest gift of Ulmo to his people. The Sea Orb upon the topmost tower of the Temple of Ulmo provides all Avuvian cities with protection from the Sea.

So begins...

Ulmo's Story

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#2013-02-25 18:36:31, as written by almostinsane

Ulmo

It had been many ages since the gods had withdrawn from the world to the annoyance of many and to the hopes of others. Before recorded history, the gods regularly interacted with the mortals of the world, at times creating some or even coupling with others that drew their interest and love. Inevitably, the gods favored certain groups or mortals and races and influenced them either as benevolent rulers, tyrants, or rise teachers, choosing from among them Avatars to represent them and act as political and war leaders, but it was this interference that brought about the downfall of the First Civilizations.

The gods had never been united. Like humans, they had their own purposes, goals, and beliefs and certain deities were great friends, lovers, and comrades, but many more were enemies and rivals and this enmity eventually spread to their mortal followers. War soon followed, fought by both the divine and mortal, almost leading to the cessation of life on earth until finally, at the war's end, the gods agreed to withdraw from the mortal world into their own Realm.

The humans still retained stories about the War. The Flood, the Fall of Atlantis, the Primordial Chaos, the Titanomachy. Of all the mortal races, only the humans now remain in the modern age, but it was hoped that the mortals could do a better job than their gods did.

But they didn't.

Within the Hall of the Gods, the deities gathered as they observed the earth in their minds' eye. The humans had launched the first of their most terrible weapons and within minutes, the earth would be set aflame and all life, mortal and god, would be wiped out. On a throne made of seashell and silver, and old deity in blue robes gripping a trident frowned angrily.

"Our policy has been a failure, my friends. We have stopped Time for a moment, but this will not last. We have but a choice: step in to save what mortals we can and renew the earth or allow their actions to bear fruit and Fade as the last human dies."

Nex

A deity on a throne made of sandstone snorted, "What are we waiting for. You may desire death, old man, but I for one do not. Have I not said that this was a mistake from a beginning. First the humans get our names and attributes wrong. Then they forget us for a new God or gods. And now, because they lack the force of will to conquer, they resort to killing themselves off. Would that I had the strength to survive on my own, I would create a stronger race from amidst the ashes! Still..."

At this, he smirked, "It is a beautiful sight. Such destruction I had thought was impossible among mere mortals... I have chosen the Avatar I wish to bring here. I suggest you do the same."

Ulmo, who was glaring at Nex for his arrogance and malice, slowly nodded his head, "I have chosen mine. I trust the Council agrees to take action?"

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#2013-02-25 20:47:43, as written by Fabricator

Another deity sits on a throne made of still smouldering metal which hisses and pings in its unending struggle to cool and set into form, yet unable to do so. Nuri looked out at the world below, watching as what had become little more than an arms race between the mortals reaching the point of complete destruction. She lightly rubbed her chin thoughtfully with her elbow firmly planted on the thrones armrest while Nex and Ulmo snapped at each other; which was usually the result when the savage god decided to contribute. She idly ran her fingers through her ragged, spiky hair and repositioned her goggles slightly within the tangled mess before speaking.

"Humanity has progressed greatly during its short span of life. If we allow their kind to die out, and that of all life within the world then the potential for progress and innovation ceases." Her voice was deep and flavourful, contrasting slightly as she spoke. "I vote we give the world another chance, one last throw of the dice to make a better go of their lot." She leant back in her chair, her fingers continuing to softly stroke her chin, which by now was the only part of her face to be somewhat clear of the layered dust and soot from her forges; giving her face the slightly unsettling appearance of having a child using it as the canvas for a handpainting.

"We must step in."

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#2013-02-25 21:57:26, as written by Saxious

New Times Ahead

Mask

Mask sat on a wooden throne, decorated with various thieving goods, listening as Ulmo talked and then thought back to the times when the criminal world started to dominate the world, and the network of the black market had spread to every corner of the world. Even though they didn’t worship Mask directly, their actins mot certain had continued to feed his existence.

He spared Nuri a glance as she spoke and found himself agreeing with her points. Now that he had seen how technology could improve the way of the criminal world, he could create a whole new network of criminal strings.

Mask then stood up, “I, for one… Agree with you, Ulmo. Although I’d have loved to see you fade into oblivion, preferably screaming and grasping for your fellow Gods for help, yet none of us would have the power or, in my case, the will to help you.
“Fortunately for you, I’d end up going down the same road, so I’d rather put aside a grudge and get a second chance than dying in a fashion I won’t be able to comprehend. Lets selete a new Avatar to lead the world, as for not risking another fallout, and lets try to be a bit more… Indirectly active with what they do. Use our Avatars to bring forth our word and such, agreed?”

Urgael

Sitting on a skull-decorated throne, Urgael growled as the other Gods spoke. He was never in a glad mood, and the current situation seemed to have made him more hostile than the usual.
“A second chance?” Urgael snarled and reached for his war axe. “Where was the second chance when my orcs were butchered by your humans? Where was my second chance when I watched their kingdoms fall and my creations were undone?”

Urgael’s eyes were lit red with fury, as they often were when his inner anger began to boil. “You may do as you will,” he hissed, pointing at the other Gods, “but know this. When the dark tide of my orcs come to claim whatever world you populate your pathetic pink skinned pigs with, when the time comes when your worshippers have to hide beneath rocks and pray every day not to be found by my orcs, and when the day comes when you realize that silently mocking my creations was your mistake. You will have my permission for a quick death.”

With that said, Urgael turned and spat as he left the room. Urgael had never been known for his patience nor participance of any of the Gods' meeting, though taking his general attitude, he seemed to have agreed with what had been spoken.

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#2013-02-25 22:51:45, as written by JGamer502

Tschinef

A sinister looking god then sits on a throne made of shining obsidian. Although it had an odd glow of green tinted on it, a glow that can make others feel uncomfortable. This was Tschinef, the god of mischief,lies,envy,and fear. He then looked at the gods around him and rubbed his nails together with a bored expression. "Blegh, the mortal humans where stupid enough to blow each other up! all though, as much as I love the sight of mortals fear, it is still plain stupid..." says the god of mischief. He had a sinister voice, and it sounded kind of silly at times and giddy. "Though, it will be boring with no one to scare, I guess a second chance is OK..." he says with a little grunt at the ending and a kick to the air. He then looks at Mask after his description of Ulmo falling into oblivion and smiles.

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#2013-02-25 23:20:06, as written by Kura Ravengade

All throughout her friends, for she had yet to find conflict with a single one of her peers, argument, the woman, clad in soft, whispers of white cloth that formed robes, which fell upon her body intricately, sat upon her throne, decorated in many hieroglyphics that read off plans of mass chaos and destruction, each plan used somehow in one of the many, many wars that man-kind had participated in. She listened, she watched, and she thought.

After allowing them to simmer and fume with and against each other a bit longer, Kallistrate, ever the voice of reason, rose.

"My fellow Gods and Goddesses, I see not why we must argue. Does that not make us just as bad, if not worse, then the mortals? We sit and we spew, we fight and we argue, yet it accomplishes nothing, now does it?" she asked, her voice soothing and calm, bringing order to the arguments that had been flying back and forth.

She took a few steps to look down at the mortal world, her expression thoughtful.

"Although I do not wish to choose sides, and I am attempting to do exactly that, I do, indeed, have a plan. If you will all hear me through, you will not regret it," she told them, fixing a solid gaze on each one. When no arguments arose, she turned back to study the world below them, her brown hair cascading down her shoulders and to her waist.

"We should not allow them all to be killed, for they have progressed far too quickly and immensely that it would be a complete and utter waste to do so. However, it would be foolish to only let a few live, seeing as those remaining would grow to resent us for allowing their loved ones to die. There will be no second chance, but I do believe it would be a good idea for each and every one of us to, as most of you have already done, pick an Avatar, who will meet with and represent us on Earth. In order for us to choose who should live, and who should die, and I believe we should turn to looking into the lives of those who we find interesting, and see if they are worthy to continue being alive. We should, of course, choose the most intelligent ones. The doctors come first, so as to prevent the new civilization from dying off due to illness and other factors that could kill each and every one of them. For those that we choose to live, though, I have found that, as I said before, humans grow to resent whatever it was that killed their loved ones. I think it would be wise to erase any memories they have of their loved ones that died, and only retain the memories of the ones that are living," she concluded, finally turning back to face the other deities.

"As I said before, my friends; there is no need for us to argue, especially in times of crisis such as these. We must all remember to keep a cool head and to not overreact. Now, please return to your thrones and mull over what I have said, for I do believe it is the answer to our problems.

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#2013-02-26 20:53:23, as written by JGamer502

Tschinef

Tschinef then looks at Arcturus with a frowned expression. "Eesh, yeah we all get it you are god of death, bringer of night, all souls are yours yata yata, but it is just so cliche...." says the god. He then looks at Arcturus with a wicked smile. "Why not let OTHERS have fun with the souls hmm? I want to play with the dead too you know!". He then looks at Ulmo and says "Anyways, when and how will we bring back that dirt pile the mortals call a world back with another chance?". After that, he jumped out of his throne and looked out down to the mortal world while rubbing his hands together maliciously.

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#2013-02-26 22:37:44, as written by almostinsane

Ulmo

"No," Ulmo stated firmly, raising one of his hands, "No one has claim to any of the souls that are about to die. They will meet their God or Gods, even if it is not one of us. Do not pretend that you have the power or authority that you do not possess, Arcturus."

After he said this, he looked thoughtful as he glanced at Mask and nodded in agreement, "As much as it pains me to admit it, I agree with Mask. Interfering with the world ourselves would have disastrous consequences for all involved. We will influence the humans with our Avatars.

"As for Kallistrate's suggestions, I feel there is wisdom in them. We will save the mortals with the most promise and who have earned our favor throughout their lives and, to spare the pain of their losses, we will wipe their memories of the people they lose. The mortals we choose will be the ones to rebuild civilization under the guidance of our Avatars. Is that acceptable? I have already chosen mine. I suggest we summon our chosen Avatars now while Time remains still."

Nex, for his part, grunted, leaning back on his throne. Ulmo's statements seemed acceptable, though he disliked the Sea God taking control of the meeting. Still, all would acknowledge his authority, in time.

"I know who I want to save who to choose as my Avatar. Let us get this over with. Normally, I would be in favour of dividing the mortals who are about to die, but we do not have the time and I do not desire to see another god gaining power at my expense."

Caspian

Caspian stood on the beach. Really, if he must die, he preferred to choose where he was to perish. Miami Beach was a party town. Its economy pretty much depended on tourists and its beautiful beaches. He had lived here all his life and he loved it. He was a tour guide and a professional surfer. At least, he thought of himself as one. He won quite a few competitions. Not that it mattered now. He glanced at the sky. He could see the flaming hot nukes heading their way. They were probably Cuban, meaning old-school Soviet style nukes. He supposed Cuba wasn't going to miss out on the fun. He sighed.

"At least I won't be around long enough to feel any pain."

Amon

Amon wasn't one to accept his death quietly. No. He would be struggling for survival until his last breath and that was why he wasn't in a Mosque whimpering like an old fool or a woman. He had gathered his compatriots and was in the desert with plenty of food and water that they had liberated amidst the riots in Cairo. They were far from the main cities. There was a chance they would live and live he would, he vowed to himself. He glanced at someone whimpering in the corner. He rolled his eyes.

"Allah may be All-Merciful, Ali, but do you really think He'll spare a rapist and a thief who repents at the last minute?" he snorted. Amon fingered his own amulet. He had found it in a tomb that ad somehow not been raided over the centuries. It was a golden amulet of Set and when he touched it, he heard his voice. His god was the god of the desert and he was strong for it. Whatever happened, he would not die.

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#2013-02-27 05:58:02, as written by LuckyNumber24

Panio

The God of the Wilds sat, slumped in his stone, moss-covered throne. There were bags underneath his red, tired eyes. For years, the lack of nature on the earth had taken it's toll on Panio. He sighed, listening to his fellow gods discuss the fate of the mortals. His father, Ulmo, seemed to be taking the lead, like he always did. Panio sighed slightly, resting his chin upon his fist as he thought of his own opinion on the subject. Most of him didn't want the world to end like this. He always thought it would end during one big party. A small smirk came to his lips as he thought of what it would be like.

He turned his attention back to his peers, half paying attention to their words, half searching the earth to find his new avatar. It would be hard for Panio to decide.

The Trinity

"Calm yourself Arcturus." A dry voice growled as the dark god finished his demands. In three flashes of light, the Trinity stood before their peers. Noctre glared at Arcturus, a frown resting on her dry, cracked lips. "If you do not believe it a sea god's place to tell you your role, perhaps you'll listen to a goddess of fate." Her faded red eyes watched him with distaste. "If these souls belong to any of us," a softer voice, the voice of Hellia, began. "The balance will be tipped towards one side and this new beginning will end up going down the same route as before."

Amara turned to face the other gods, her gentle eyes looking around at the room. "Hello my brothers, sisters, and children. We have been preparing for this. I'm sorry for our tardiness, but we've been busy." Noctre scoffed. "A new beginning requires alot of planning."

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#2013-03-02 19:34:41, as written by Fabricator

She shook her head as she watched Arcturus' tirade within the hall, his voice just another one to add to the constant bickering of the assembly. Why she even bothered to turn up was beyond her, as had always been the case she simple toiled away for eternity till her skills were requested by one of her brethren. Sighing and clicking her tongue slowly, she ran her fingers through her wild and unkempt hair which caused a cloud of dust and soot to be disturbed and discarded.

She jumped down from her throne and wandered towards the map of the world below, readjusting the leather straps of her overalls across her shoulders as she did so. She examined the simple design of the device, one of her early works, an overlay of the planet shaped and carved with every detail that mortal and immortal hands had placed upon it. She lightly traced her fingers across the surface in an attempt to examine the destruction more closely, however it appeared to be moving slower than it should for a device designed to mirror the vision of a god. She knelt beside it and had a look underneath, muttering to herself as she did so. Typically the mechanism had been dented by one of the gods during one of the countless disagreements these meetings provoked. She pulled out a small set of tools from her belt, flipped them through the air and caught them again before lying down on her back so that she could get to work with this mechanism. She softly whistled to herself as she did, clicking her tongue again whenever she encountered something requiring more focus and thought.

Finally satisfied that the machinery was working again she pulled herself out from beneath to notice that Arcturus appeared to have left and the 'Trinity' had made their presence known, most likely the latter had had some hand in the formers departure. But it was of little concern to Nuri, for the real reason they were here was to discuss the future of the mortal realm and if it was to be destroyed then it would allow her children to reclaim a home for themselves in the world below. She had no great dislike nor love for humans, but their purge of the giants back during the so called mythological age of mankind had irked her greatly.

She stood up and began to lightly juggle a small wrench in her right hand while she lightly traced the fingers of her left across the smooth surface of the world, smiling as it responded instantly to her touch. At last she found what it was she'd been looking for, something which they would most likely require in the time to come, after all the recreation of a world needs the influence of its gods. She began to focus upon what she'd found, to make sure it was the exact thing she sought.

A small mountain region. Focus.
A small town left in ruins. Focus.
A small mine near the top of one of the nearby mountains. Focus, focus, focus.
A man standing alone. Perfect.

He sat on an old wooden crate, looking down at the pickaxe held in his hands. He was shaking slightly. The wind from the mountain top was cold and deadly, but he couldn't feel it. His skin was worn and weary, and so was his heart and soul. His breath was short and strained as he fought down the urge to vomit. He raised his gloved hand to the head of his tool, and lightly brushed the slowly congealing blood from the metal; some of it dripped onto the earth but most of it simply turned the sheen of the metal a dull red.

A voice echoed from the darkness leading down into the mine behind him "Is it safe?"

He turned and moved suddenly towards the voice, calling out in answer "Keep the children back, it's safe. But don't come out." He looked on with slightly hollow eyes as a pale face appeared at the edge of the mine, her eyes were scared but her stance was strong. She saw his wounds, saw his weapon and saw the churned earth and bodies beyond. "Thank you..." She half whispered before she vanished again, leaving him alone with his actions.

When the world had turned upon itself, humanity leading the charge all concept of honour and comradery vanished in the twilight. At first they'd stood as a town against the madmen from beyond but in time that all melted away. He'd seen friends and family kill each other for the last drop of water or a morsel of food. He'd taken his family away from that, up into the mine that he'd worked with his friends for years, as had his father and his father before him. He'd made sure they'd survive but the town had came for them, madness had overtaken their senses. The choice had been the innocents or the corrupted, and he'd chosen the innocents. Him and his sister had taken the children of the town away, kept them safe and alive for a few weeks while him and a handful of others defended the mine. In the end they had been overrun because some of them had decided the children weren't worth it. He'd put them down, and become the monster he'd fought against. But the children were worth it and they were safe now.

He lay in the dust and the blood soaked ground, his pickaxe falling from his hands as he cried. The world around him began to burn as the lowlands were ignited in fire and death. The cloud of ash billowing out began to engulf the world. His life ended as a new fire surrounded him, and his final moments were the sound of hammer and anvil ringing out.

Garviel had been given another chance.

Nuri smiled to herself as she withdrew the maps viewpoint back to that of the entire planet below.

"So when do we start the reshaping of the world, and by 'we' I mean when are you going to ask me to start work as usual?" She chuckled darkly as she hopped back up onto her throne, her head now level with many of her kin, rather than having to force them to look down at her. As she'd usually speak to their torso rather than strain her neck looking upwards all the time. "Or is this going to be one of those times when we all pitch in and get a hard days work under wor belts?" she looked around those assembled as she twirled her wrench again before lightly throwing and catching it as she awaited a response

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#2013-03-04 04:45:05, as written by almostinsane

Ulmo

Ulmo couldn't help but chuckle at Nuri's sense of humor. She was a good goddess and have proved abnormally patient for their kind. To tell the truth, he didn't know if he would have spared the humans after nearly wiping out one of his creations, though they had proven to pollute the ocean more than he could have ever imagined. He nodded at her in thought.

"Even you cannot reshape the world on your own, Nuri. You will have the might of the Seas and its Master to work beside you, something even your toys have not matched yet," he told her, a twinkle in his eye as he good-naturedly ribbed her. After a moment, however, the Sea God turned series. He glanced at the others and continued.

"This will be a momentous undertaking. We will need every deity we can pitching in," he stated seriously before glancing at a butterfly at the edge of his vision, "And we will need someone to grant the gift of life once more."

Asiysia... It grieved his heart for her to isolate herself from her kind as well as the others. She was a beautiful creature. If any of them was perfection, it was her. He had known her since she first filled the empty depths of his kingdom with life. It was something he had never conceived of in all the eons he spent alone, but in that moment, he realized how empty his kingdom had until then. She was always so regal and so sad. He only wished...

"Enough of your inattention, Ulmo. At any other time, I would have stiked you down and took your Throne for my own. You did not have the strength to possess her in your glory, but maybe when she is gasping for breath as all life ends, eh?" Nex asked mockingly, an ugly grin ons his face. Ulmo clenched his trident.

"Just be prepared to do your part of the work, Nex!" he snapped, the floor rumbling like an earthquake or the surface of the Sea in a storm as Nex smirked and the air turned dry as desert sand.

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#2013-03-05 00:02:51, as written by JGamer502

Tschinef

Tschinef then looks at Ulmo angrily. "And what should I do? I don't see what else we need, unless you want twisted creatures running around the world, something for HEROES to challenge?" suggests Tschinef. Two gods then stand from their thrones. Their thrones where close to each other. One was a sunny golden while the other was a dark silver. These where the twin gods Genno and Isrr'ar. "And what about us? we do not know what to do for this world, other then giving the gift of mystery to it" says the two in unison. They then walk up to the view of the world together holding hands and look down at the world.

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#2013-03-05 04:39:50, as written by Vinno1234

As the aforementioned events conclude, a rustling can be heard emanating from yet another throne. This throne is constructed from intricate Tomes of varying Sizes, Cover Aesthetics, Subject Matter, and Language. The Book serving as the seat of this throne casually opens itself, revealing a swirling mass of papers. From this maelstrom of parchment emerges a humanoid figure, looking to be a man of no more than fifty, his brow wizened with great age and even greater knowledge. Upon fully dislodging himself from the throne and taking his seat upon it, the deity known as Doren Del chimes in:

"Myes, myes, what the devil is it that you all need now? I was nearly done cataloging the eighteenth century -dull period toward the end, in my opinion, but there ARE bigger things going on, so I won't hold it against them- but as I was nearing the onset of the nineteenth, I received an 'urgent' message to make my way to these chambers posthaste. Now that you've managed to pull me away from my work, and there's only more piling up for me while I'm away, what is it that you need me for?"
"Ah, the senile one has chosen to grace us with his presence," retorts Nex, "and he's got quite the mouthful for us upon entry. Well, just to let you know, your self imposed 'task' has just recently become pointless. Well, MORE pointless."
"What do you mean?" says Doren.
"I MEAN, the Humans are all about to destroy themselves in a most fiery and spectacular fashion. The bombs are flying, and when they fall, there won't be any more for you to catalog, at least not for quite some time."
"Oh..." muttered Doren, as if in shock. "Well, in that case, I'm afraid I'm only wasting time here. I've got to return to my library and finish my catalog as soon as time permits." Doren then begins to sink into his throne, but hesitates, and rises instead, saying:
"But, before I go..." he continues as he steps toward the map below "... I'm going to need help preserving their knowledge of the past..."

William was having a pleasant day. Granted, the looming threat of flying atomic death might cut said day a tad short, but all in all today was a good day. He'd had the library all to himself, an opportunity that'd not presented itself for some time. Glasgow was widely considered to be a center of culture, but that'd not been something that he'd gotten to enjoy. Perhaps it was the neighborhood he had no choice but to inhabit. His family was never poor, but they'd not have been able to afford a house in a more... pleasant community. The Community College he'd attended had a magnificent library, but it was never quite as empty as he'd have liked. He'd never functioned well in crowds, and especially not the kind of crowds the library usually attracted at about this time of year. Mouth-Breathers and Philistines packed shoulder to shoulder, studying in vain for exams they'd not bothered to prepare for. That was the only time any of their ilk could be seen in the Library, and it sickened and confounded William. How could someone be so callous to the beauty of the written word? If he'd had more time, he might have visited the art museum down the street as well, but given the levels of radiation all of Scotland was about to be bathed in, he'd been forced to choose. Alas, it was a tragedy, but there were still a great many books he'd not been able to finish in his previously brief moments of solace in the Library. He could've ran into the woods like his parents and siblings, perhaps believing that they'd be alright, but he knew better. Even if they did manage to escape the radiation, no matter how much they may have believed themselves prepared, they'd not be suited toward life in the wilderness. He wouldn't be suited to it either, but at least he was capable of recognizing it. Perhaps he'd see them again in whatever ethereal realm lay beyond his own, but that was a bridge he'd cross when he came to it.
While musing upon this, something begins to happen to the book he'd been holding. Just a moment ago, it'd been a rather weighty Anthology of Science Fiction that he'd been meaning to finish, but as he looked back at it, it began to change shape. When it had finish shifting and molding into a new structure, it looked amazing. It had a cover carved from old oak, and bound with rune-etched plates, its binding resembled links of chain forged from a dark, cold metal, and its pages were composed of the most exquisite vellum. As he finished admiring this new book, it occurred to him that opening the book might yield interesting results. He was not wrong, for when he opened the book, he saw blank pages that immediately began to write on themselves. At first, they resembled esoteric markings of a nature beyond his ken, but these began to unfurl themselves into a more familiar language. The first block of text to become fully readable turned out to be instructions. Actually, they were more like orders. They read:

"You must go to the Museum. There are important documents in its basement. More importantly, the students and teachers of the local Schools have decided to take refuge in this place. They will not be safe there. Bring them back here, and further paths will open themselves."

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Ulmo

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a character in “The Gods: New Genesis”, as played by almostinsane

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