The Divine

[Green Ranger]

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'My Children, the time has come...'

The children of Father Time stood before him, the Master of Eternity, and the father of the universe, whose very thought gave birth to new creations. Behind him, the emerald, crystal, gold and sapphire sphere that was Earth hung amongst the void, a bare canvas which Father Time bestowed upon his children.

"For too long have I allowed you to consider this. Now is the time in which you must come forth and speak to me of what it is you will do with my greatest gift to you. Speak, and be blessed!"

And so the first of these Children came forth. Long had the God Elendur known in his heart what it was he had wanted, but he had been loth to speak of such a thing. Now was his chance. And so, before any had even thought of stepping forth, Elendur knelt before his father, and spoke:

"Oh, great father, I have known in my heart of hearts what it is I have wanted for many an eon, and this gift is the greatest gift you could ever have given me. For it is of my heart to create much in the ways of creatures and beings that are of their own mind, and not connected to the toils of the earth in any way, but are no less important to it. It is of my mind to create and watch things that grow and are beautiful, and to give birth to many a beast that are not tied to me in any way, but are tied to the Earth herself, and think not of war, but of survival, and of living. That in their very existance, their very creation of offspring, is their purpose in their lives, free of ambition, free of conspiracy, free of the emotions that we as Gods will doubtless give to our own children."

And Father Time smiled, for he had known that Elendur had wished this a long time, and so he spoke with great merriment in his voice:

'So be it, son Elendur. You will go forth to the lands below, and make things that are green and good. And you will make the beasts and animals of this land, and so this barren Earth will become plentiful and beautiful. But be warned, son, for the touch of nature will wither before the touch of man, and it may come to pass that all you create may wither and die. Beware of attachments to your creations of nature, for they will be like grains of sand in a desert to your lifespan.

"However, my gift to you is this - the divine spark. Using this, you may create your own peoples to teach or thwart the people of Men that exist already upon this Earth, and to do great deeds with nature. Now, go forth, and let the first Spring of Earth come into existance!'

And So Elendur was sent forth from the Dreamscape, and his ethereal and divine feet touched the bare soil of the dead Earth, and his very touch caused the rough and dry grasses to turn green and fertile, and the earth became a green and beautiful place. Before the God's eyes, great miracles occured he had not given thought of, but his father had given thought to while Elendur had spoken, and thus the Earth was even more beautiful than Elendur's imagination. Beasts great and small came into existance, from the horned forest creature Elendur held dear, and so called 'Deer', to the wonderful hunting predators, which Elendur loved greatly, and so called 'Wolf'.

But the Earth was still barren, as Elendur was still alone, and wary of his Father's words, and so he began to contemplate what to do to make his loneliness more bearable. And so he sat on the ground, and the grass, leaves and vines wrapped themselves lovingly around him. And so, in the beginning, Elendur's first form was that of Nature incarnate, wandering the earth wrapped in vines and leaves and flowers, barely discernable from the trees and plants of the world.

[jediduncan]

Before any of the other fools could come forward, the brother gods Kaba'al and Daedalus barged past the other gods and sped their way towards Father Time. They had seen what had come to Elendur and they knew that now was the time they had looked forward to; now they could reach Earth. The need to find others and bend them to Kaba'al's will drove the immortal forward. Clearly not wanting to do so but finding it necessary, Kaba'al and Daedalus kneeled together before their Creator.

The master of all things looked over the pair of them and none were able to discern what passed through his sagely head. For some time Kaba'al and Daedalus kneeled before their Creator and no one spoke. Kaba'al was growing impatient; when would there be killing?! But fortunately for him, the Creator began to speak in a voice that shook the Dreamscape whole.

'You, brother gods Daedalus and Kaba'al, Daedalus the elder and Kaba'al the younger, I have watched with a keen eye. Do not think me unaware of your intentions nor of your opinion of me. You are bloodthirsty brutes, both of you. Daedalus, your thirst for power is matched only by your indomitable strength, and Kaba'al, your need for bloodshed is a gruesome curse upon us all. You are evil, both of you, and this both of you know to be true.'

Their Creator sighed a sigh that almost made Kaba'al want to repent it was filled with so much grief. He said nothing, however, and Father Time spoke again.

'You are a necessity on the planet, however, and therefore you two shall be allowed upon the Earthly plane. Though I believe that I know the answer before I ask the question, I feel I must hear it from you, Daedalus; what is it that you desire above all else?'

[Who Wrecks?]

Daedalus, a titan among men, and a giant among gods raised his thick neck so that his icy glare may stare into the eyes of his Creator. He had pondered this very question since the beginning of his creation and new it to be true. It was what fueled his limbs and his passion, and it was with a proud roar that he stated quite clearly, "Above all else I covet Domination. I will rule the beings of the realm beyond with power and strength. With my brother beside me we will conquer your gift."

[jediduncan]

With a disappointed look in his eyes, Father Time nodded to Kaba'al elder brother. Instead of filling Kaba'al with compassion for his Creator, however, it only fueled the slaughter god's maniacal pleasure that they would be allowed to unleash such destruction upon the world. Father Time turned his head from Daedalus to Kaba'al, the same look still hanging in his eyes.

'And you, Kaba'al? What is it you wish?'

A hole appeared in what was supposed to be the head of the formless, bloody mass known as Kaba'al. It was supposed to be a mouth, but it was misshapen and far too large for any mortal being to ever contain. Blood, urine and vomit flowed from it and pooled on the floor. The vile mixture splattered on Father Time and his brother as he spoke.

"I demand what is mine by right. I demand the utter extermination of that which cannot avoid extermination. I demand all to have a primeval sense of despair, of sorrow, knowing that their lives are worthless compared to the might that is mine! I demand the means to utterly destroy all that thinks itself beautiful and right within the world! I demand power over all!"

Kaba'al smirked in his brother's direction, knowing that the two of them would, of course, have enough power to destroy all the other Children who dared to get in their way. Father Time looked immensely disappointed, but did not stop them. Instead he gave them one last bit of wisdom.

'Very well. Daedalus and Kaba'al, before I allow you passage to the mortal plane, I want you to think about your decision. The path you are choosing is one filled with suffering and pain and there is a terrible price for it. You would do well to watch yourselves and watch each other, for I fear that the greatest problems you shall face on Earth are those from within yourselves. You will be needed upon Earth to make sure that it is appreciated and cherished, as that is an important lesson for all to learn. For everything there must be an opposite, a balance, and so I unleash you two to the mortal plane.'

And with that, Father Time prepared to send the pair to the mortal plane... until Kaba'al stood up suddenly, and the Creator stopped as well, hoping in vain for an epiphany in his Child. Kaba'al turned, his hulking frame dropping bones and tissues and reeking of death as he stood before his fellow divine beings. He looked each one of them up and down in disgust. Again an inhuman hole formed on what was supposed to be a head, and Kaba'al addressed his contemporaries with a voice that was not meant to be heard in such a place as the Dreamscape.

"Fools and imbeciles, I give you a single chance to save yourselves! Upon the mortal plane I require you all to do our bidding without question! You shall become our slaves! It will be a wretched existence, to be sure, but your alternative is no existence at all! We shall hunt each of you down and destroy you entirely! Your weaknesses and impurities cannot be salvaged and none of you are fit for being divine! I'll be looking forward to rending the flesh from your corpses and desecrating all that you keep sacred."

The worst part was, as a special 'gift' that he and Daedalus had planned out, Kaba'al's mouth opened to cover nearly have his form and he let forth a huge vomit filled with the bodily fluids that had been dripping unceasingly from his jaws. The disgusting pile sat exactly where the other gods were supposed to kneel before Father Time and Kaba'al laughed; he knew that other gods couldn't affect his own divine powers. Wallowing in the filth, Father Time looked at Kaba'al and Daedalus with one last look of grief and then evil was unleashed upon the mortal plane.

[SIN]

The fourth being to step forth was Ur. The demeanor of his two brothers saddened him deeply. Though he had never been on Earth, he held his father's creation dearly for he knew that his toil had been great and he feared for its destruction. Thus he knelt before the Great Father and spoke so;

"O dear Father, for an eternity thou has laboured on this Earth. To see it ravaged and marred would bring great grief to me. Therefore I wish mastery over all things which are heavenly. I wish for dominion over the celestial vault as to watch over thy creation and keep it from harm. O dear Father, bestow upon me the gift to smite all those who crave for destruction and relish in the blood of innocents. And let that gift be called lightning, and let it be fearsome and like a great roar, so that the sound of it would bear a name of its own and all who heard it would shake in fear."

[The Agriculturist]

A small figure approached the might father of time, a trail of distorted space behind him, slowly piecing reality back as he came to a halt. Silosybin, the god of perception and of states of mind came forth to face his father and creator.

"My wish, dear father?" He spoke with a distrorted voice, at once sounding like all of the gods together, then sounding like nothing more than a whisper, "I want these mortals you create to be of spiritual nature. Curiosity, adventure. Let them study their world, so that I may dictate what it is their minds can handle."

[Doomsday]

The shining armor of Abu-Kresh was mared not by the vomit of his brother, but of the statement of them. He had been unsure of what he wished for, but with the two evil being's desicion, he knew. Standing up beside his beloved brother Ur, Abu-Kresh bowed his head. Now was the time.

"Oh great father, I see what Daedalus and Kaba'al wish, and I commend dear brother Ur to stand against them. But I see now neither must be alowed to defeat the other, less they destroy the order of the world. As such, I wish for the power of justice and law, and the ability to keep the weights of the cosmic scale in check, for that is the only way can such beings as us live, we were born from chaos and emptiness, we must be cautious as to not fall back into that void."

[Green Ranger]

The saddened Father Time smiled somewhat with the arrival of Ur. Always had Ur been swift of thought, and eager to defend those in need, and so he spoke to his child:

'Son Ur, of which you ask is but a shade of your true gift. Hast thou not given thought to wind, of rain, of the weather itself? Nay, you are quick to think of ways to prevent your own brothers from destroying this great gift that perhaps they truly do not understand, but do not give thoughts to others. For it may be that through the weather itself that the fate of the world hangs upon

'And so, Dear Ur, I give to you the gift of the weather, of the ability to shape the day as thou wouldst will it to. And so in time you will learn that lightning is used to destroy, but that the sun, the rain and the snow all have their purposes also, and so you will be all the greater for it.'

And then Father Time turned to Silocyn, the small and wiley son of his, whose thoughts were always towards varying perception and points of view, and he smiled at his son.

"So it will be so, my son. You will command the nature of the beings that walks this earth, but only to a certain extent. I cannot take away the free will bestowed upon all living things, for doing so would mean certain death. However, I trust you will do what is good and right. Go forth, and may the Earth be enriched by your presence."

And then at long last, Father Time turned to Abu-Kresh and smiled.

"Perhaps, in the balance of all things is the greater beauty achieved. Thou place a heavy burden on thyself, my son. For it will be that you will find yourself standing alone as the battle for light and dark ensues. Yours is a lonely, if just path. Beware, however, that even the slightest action may tip the scales, and so you may find that many years of inaction on your own part will serve the balance better."

[Doomsday]

The shining being simply bowed, before moving away from Father Time, away from the Dreamscape, and onto the planet of Earth.

[lol not primary]

As Kaba'al passed him, Iach's horse neighed in anger, stomping it's hooves on the ethereal ground beneath them. Petting it to calm it down, Iach stepped from his perch and followed suit after his brothers.

Ur, he knew, would be an adversary of sorts because of his own wish, but Iach respected him no less. Silocyn was an odd one, and Iach had never fully figured him out, even in the millenia they'd known each other as brothers. And as Father Time granted Abu-Kresh his own wish, Iach's metal armor clanged as he moved forward.

As he stepped into Kaba'al's bile, he turned his head to look at his primal, and evil brothers. Turning his head to the side, Iach saw his brother Abu-Kresh next to him. His silvery armor was in deep contrast to his own black armor. And without another moment's hesitation, Iach kneeled in the Bile, showing that his respect for his father trancended any discomfort he had.

Looking up, the cold, masked voice of Iach came forth from the Helm.

"Father, I ask that you grant me my wish with your blessing. Give me control over wars! Give me the power to give men Honor!"

His metallic voice echoed as he finished speaking to his father, and Iach Rose to his feet, the bile from Kaba'al sliding off of him quickly. As he rose, Abu-Kresh left their company and the Dreamscape, destined for Earth and his duties as the keeper of the scales.

[Enishi]

Walking in his usual, sleepy demeanor, the heavily robed God, Ja, approached his father, smoke emitting from his translucent skin. Kneeling slowly, as not to break his most precious instrument, Ja bowed his head low to his great father. The two blue ovals for eyes foricbly endured the grime of puke left behind by his brothers.

"Great father; though I may be one of your youngest sons, I have dreamt this day for many a year. To be given such gift is worthy of appreciation beyond my lifespan; there is no way I could repay you. And yet, I am left asking for three more gifts. I am sorry, great father, but while my brothers seek strength, I seek something else. I beg of you; gift me with the control of dreams and the will of Mysticism, and I shall aid in my terrible brother's cleansing. Though to hold such a burden would require something more; Give me the power to create my own children; those who would aid me in spreading the joy of dream. Grant me this, and I shall eternally be grateful. I promise, I shall not misuse the power given to me unlike Daedalus or Kaba'al."

The younger God shut his eyes as he awaited judgement of his loving father. Fear engulfed him as he stood next to his metal-clad brother; one whom Ja had come to beware.

[Green Ranger]

Father Time frowned at Ja, his son, and then he smiled, for he knew now that Ja would have many quarrels with at least one of his brother over his choice. But it would be petty bickering, and that amused Father Time, for in the light of such toils between light and dark, the feuding over one's domain would be so insignificant. And yet...to their eyes, they would see it as all-important. So, chuckling to himself, Father Time spoke once more:

'Very well, Ja. The power of Mysticism is yours. Your second request, the giving of life, has already been given, to all of you, though you may only use this power once. Beyond that, such powers will drain from your own esence, and you will become less divine than you are now. The world of dreams is also in your control, though much of your own time will thus be spent sleeping in order to understand what it is you ask. Be sure those you create can tend to your every need, my son, for your sleeping may prevent you from doing much to care for yourself.'

And then, Father Time turned to Iach, and he smiled as he spoke.

"So be it, my son. Power over wars and honour is yours. But...I have a request of you. Upon going to Earth, seek out your brother Elendur...I fear my own thought has made him enamoured of the wild, and he may be unable to help thee otherwise."

[lol not primary]

Iach slammed his armored hand against his chest and bowed quickly. Upon rising once more, his voice echoed around him and his brother Ja again.

"I shall, father.", he said, and turned 'round. Mounting his horse, he drew his black spear and departed from the Dreamscape, his battlecry echoing through the Heavens.

And so, War came to Earth and with it Honor. Iach wondered when his Father would send Death down to accompany Iach and his other brothers. For with war must come Death.

With a kick, the Black Steed galloped across the skies of Earth, Northbound, looking for his brother Elendur. Iach wished for his task to be completed. For after that, his people would be created.

[Enishi]

"Thank you, father. My gratitude will forever be yours."

The translucent figure smiled greatly as the smoke eminated furiously from his form. Standing up and bowing low, Ja walked towards the end of his saftey. Taking one worried look back to his siblings, Ja took a deep breath as his form left the dreamscape; With him, a future unknown.

And with Ja, came the creation of the unreality known as dream.

[Green Ranger]

Deep within the wild forests of the world, the wild things speak to each other of a walking, speaking tree. This strange tree wandered the earth, speaking to the wild things in an unfathomable tongue. The creature seems awed by every minute thing, from the smallest seed to the greatest animal. And as it wanders, the tree-being seems to give them names in it's own strange tongue.

But the animals do not complain of this tree-being's passing, for in it's wake, the grass is richer, the fruit grows riper, and spring blossoms even in the coldest winter.

[SIN]

Ur bowed low before Father Time and stepped out of the void and into the heavens of Earth.

[Who Wrecks?]

As the two forms soared into Creation like an oncoming army bent on destruction, the smashed into their gift's surface and plunged through the rocky substance. It was no task of great effort to destroy this world, and Dedealus frowned. Though he wanted to control and dominate, he wanted a challenge. And then, he turned to his brother.

The creature beside him had become some type of shapeshifting abomination, strung all about him were creatures, obviously dead and decaying. Now if these creatures were dead, why could he not breath life into them?!

Reaching out, he noticed something else. His pincers were no longer that, just strong muscular paws. He had become a wolf, the first predator of this world. And it made him angry. With a lunge he dived into Kaba'al's being and ripped him apart, blood and disease flying everywhere. Though Kaba'al was still alive, from his desecrated limbs spawned beings of their own. They were wolf-like like the Rage God, yet vicious like Kaba'al. But as he watched them, he was disgusted. They were not as mighty and they could be killed even by the other beings of this world. What madness was this? And it dawned upon him. Though by himself, he could destroy this world in a mere thought, they could not. He would lead them, and they would destroy it for him.

"The are to be called "Ussej" for they are inferior than us."

[Green Ranger]

Far away in distant lands, Elendur, who had lost himself to the lure of nature, shuddered, as he felt the terrible evil course through the earth and change it. No longer was the ground innocent, for some great and fell creation had marred the earth, and in doing so, much of what Father Time had created in thought with Elendur had died.

And though to a certain extent this awoke Elendur, and brought him back from his primal state, the shock was too much, and the poor god wept in fury and in sorrow. In seeing this, so also did the birds, beasts and plants of the world wail out in their own sorrow, and across the world the sorrow of the first loss to mortality was heard and felt, and none who heard it forgot it, not even the gods themselves, who still hear the sorrow in those cries to this day, and will do so until the end of time itself.

But even sorrow and grief passes with time, and so Elendur rose eventually, and with heavy heart, he continued his wandering, and his conversing with the beasts and the plants and trees, though the plants were less brilliant, and the animals less magnificent, and so the true first spring of Earth is said to have ended, with the coming of the Ussej.

[jediduncan]

The mass of body parts and blood left on the ground trembled and started slowly crawling back together... until suddenly they sprang upwards, and out of a pool of rotting flesh and blood, Kaba'al's usual form sprang upwards.

He was preparing to draw one of his axes and cleave Daedalus in two for such an insult, but instead looked upon his brother's creation. They were... alright, he supposed. Kinda ugly, but Kaba'al could tell they had the same spirit, the same will to conquer, that was also within himself and his brother. He stopped for a moment and stared at the beings.

"Why'd you make them so ugly? Here, let me help."

Kaba'al's arm formed a massive hand with claw-like fingers and with it Kaba'al ripped into a patch of Daedalus's fur violently. Not caring whether his brother minded or not, he took the patch of fur and skin and draped it over the beings in front of him. If he had left them as they were, the stupid little things would be bleeding all over the place like Kaba'al was.

"Now they look kinda like your ugly face. So anyway... what are we gonna do with 'em now, kill them? Throw them at one of the other gods? Maybe we could pit them against each other and whoever survives could become our eternal slave?"

[Doomsday]

The being of Abu-Kresh's first act would be to sort the chaos of the world. His blessed pressence on the planet gave birth to what is now known as natural order, the roles of all species as they came to be were recorded and enforced. The gift of morality was given unto the developed children of the gods, and he set to work on shaping his people. Crafting their skin from the brown stone of the mountains, their hair from the strands of night sky, their eyes of stars, and their muscle of the moon. He named the Ashtadii, and gave unto them the written law, and taught them morality and justice, and gave them the Sanskrit of Abu-Kresh. A great tome of information, enough to keep them busy for generations.

He was one of the few gods who truly heard the sobing of Elendur, for it meant the begining of his task. He set out, leaving his people largely to their own devices, for any more influence would cause the natural progression and order of his people to shift. He wandered, bestowing his gift in secret to whoever he met. For the moment, those he met were few and far between, for only his brothers Elendur, Kaba'al and Daedalus had decended to Earth.

[Monday]

Izul slowly took his place before Father Time, un-hurriedly, he softly spoke with his own creator.

Father, I wish to enter the world. For every life, there must be a death. And that, Father, is to be my role.

No hint of emotion betrayed his 'voice', for there was no emotion to be betrayed.

I simply wish to serve my purpose.

Father Time responded with a kind smile. One of his oddest children stood before him, and asked a simple favour. He could not find a reason to deny him.

"Very well, my child. I will give you the gift of Death itself. You will be death, and it will be you. Until the end of time, you shall both walk the world as one. Take your domain, and go unto the world, my child"

Death made no response. He simply began the journey to Earth.

[lol not primary]

Iach heard the sobbing of the Earth and nature itself and knew that Kaba'al had done something terrible. He watched as the plants began to lose their luster and become brown and less vibrant.

Out of curiosity, Iach and his steed landed on the Earth's soil for the first time. Nearby, a group of humans saw him. Few wished to great him, many more wished to attack. The two subgroups began fighting each other verbally before one threw a rock at another. This was the first war between men.

Angered by their bickering and fighting, Iach drew his silver sword and swung it through a number of those who wished to attack him. However, they did not fall. Instead, they joined those who wanted to worship him. Joined those that kept their women in the rear of their lines, behind the men. And thus, Honor was created.

As the small war continued to rage around him, Iach rode his steed through the lands, searching for his brother Eldendur.

[OneoftheLost]

The figure watched. He was alone, and seperated from his brothers and sisters, he heard the Father's words, saw the earth, and watched his brothers descend onto the Tabula Rasa. For that is what it was, a clean slate, a place to prove themselves to their father by keeping it, or destroying it.

Illian chuckled as his brother spewed bile and descended to earth. Such a simple creature, destroy, hurt, maime, these where fun activities, but only to a degree. Comprehension was asension after all. Illian watched as his other brother walked the forests, he was sad. No reason to be sad, for change was a good thing, why not embrace the change his destructive brothers brought, without them, life would be.......boring.

Illian saw no need to go down to Earth, but on the other hand, what did he have to lose? Actually what did he have to gain? The answer: Cheese.

Chuckling, Illian walked forward.

His voice was clear, and became musical as he spoke, instead of kneeling, the god bowed.

"Ah, father time. You understand, for you exist, everything cannot stay the same for eternity, no this leads to complancency. Father your planet earth is, could be, under attack. So boooooooring, simply having things created, and destroyed, to have life born, and then killed. Always the same, always the same old cycle, and without my help, it will stay that way. Look at those poor humans, trying to comprehend my brother of War and Honor. Let me go down there. Let me introduce the finest cheeses of the land! Let me taste of the clouds! Wait...no, they taste like butter. Ive had them before. Ur makes them quite delicious I hear.....but I digress, let me spread comprehension throughout, let me take in those who cannot comprehend, and most of all, let me bring change, so much change that few can understand or comprehend, and in bringing in that change, let the world be balanced!"

Giggling, Illian looked down at his feet. Hmm.. new boots would be good too.

[Who Wrecks?]

The rage god hears the sobs of his idiot brother, and he smiles. Yes, that is what he must do. Prove his dominance over the first to enter this realm and without more than a growl at Kaba'al he began to speed towards the Nature god on all fours.

His nose led him to Eldendur, and his snarled viciously.
"You who have entered Creation first. It is I, ruler of this realm. Face me, fool, so that I may know the look of one who has seen his end."

[SIN]

Slowly Ur descended from the nether and unto the island of Velrath. For awhile he stood upon a high hill, gazing in amazement at the wonders of Father Time's creation. Never had he beheld anything so pure and blissful. Everything about him seemed to meld together perfectly. The green fields, the flowers and the signing of birds. However something was missing. The celestial vault above him was dark and cold, and naught could be seen on its surface save for the fires of the stars. Thus, the God of Sky and Thunder, wishing to embellish the labour of his Father and brothers, reached out into the emptiness and took hold of Iria, the brightest star. Then, he used it as a paintbrush and turned the Void into the brightest of blue, much at the likeness of the fires of Iria.

Thus the heavens were created.

[Green Ranger]

With bare traces of recognition, Elendur looked up, and beheld the face of one he had not seen for what seemed an age. Yet, he failed to make the connection between the face and the fact that it was is brother. All he knew was that he and his precious creations were now under threat by a foul menace, a twisted parody of the true beauty of the beasts of the wild.

And Elendur, Lord of the Living, felt fear. For in the naivete of his wandering, Elendur gave no thought to wars, or to conflict, for he had not witnessed his brother's malcontent at the Earth. Now he stood before one of his brothers, who threatened him with a concept he did not understand, and Elendr was meant to know what to do?

Still, Elendur did not show such emotions. HHi face grew unreadable, as if suddenly one was reading a book, and then the pages went blank, or the text changed to a different language. And so Elendur came to understand one of the first concepts of war, and of battle: the bluff.

"You are strange to me...yet familiar, at the same time. Regardlessly, you acted before you thought. Here...' and Elendur gestured around his self, to the trees, plants, the beasts and the wildlife around him, "Here, I cannot be defeated. Begone, foul being, lest you taste the wrath of all that is good and is growing in this world! I will not be cowed by one such as you!"

[Enishi]

The land of Fath was a quiet land; simple and populated with small villages. The effects of his domain were going to overwhelm him soon; he must act fast. Approaching the shoreline, Ja came upon an elderly man; he seemed depressed.

His smoking body came as a definite shock to the old man, yet Ja's calming disposition gave him peace of mind. Sitting down on the log, next to the man, Ja spoke in his low voice.

"Such sullen attitude is a terrible thing to bear; why do you hold such depression?" He asked. "My wife died long ago and yet I can no longer see her face. All I have to remember her by is her memory and her grave." The old man replied, on the verge of tears.

"Fear not, wise man. When you sleep, think as much as you will about your loving wife and I promise that you shall see her face again." Ja promised. With a slight chuckle, the old man replied back, "You are so sure; yet I will have faith. Tonight, I will cherish her greatest memory."

And with that, the old man left his spot, leaving Ja to ponder. As the man returned to his hut, Ja drew deep from his center and conjoured a sylph-like woman. Her translucent appearence was similar to Ja's, yet her body did not smoke as he. "Go now, dear child. Follow that old man home, and give him this, when he sleeps," Ja took the woman's hand and, within it, layed a silvery orb; more astounding then the greatist pearl.

With a nod, the woman disapeared. As the old man slept, the woman crept to him and lay the orb onto his heaving chest. The orb sunk into his cot and entered his body, eventually creating a wonderful dream of the old man and his wife. When the old man woke, a single tear trickled down his face.

Returning to Ja, the old man broke down into an emotional wreck. However, more people had come; each hearing of the old man's unreality. Explaining his predicament, Ja informed the people that he would soon enter the realm of dreams and lay imobile. Offering the god a room in his cottage, a woman asked only for the chance to see her children once more. Using the rest of his energy, Ja conjured five more of his ghostly creatures. Three male, two female.

"My children, my time awake will not be long. I ask only that you give these people the dreams they seek. You must draw from my sleeping body, an orb to which you will send to each man and woman. However, there are far too many people who demand dreams. Onto you, I give you the chance to birth children. Your children will grow fast and it must be you who teaches them their duty. They cannot stay here, however. They must go far and wide, giving the beauty of dream to those deprived. For now, I sleep."

With his instrument set up by his bedside, Ja fell limp as his smoking form entered his realm; the Land of Dreams.

The power of dream was brought forth.

[Who Wrecks?]

His booming voice filled the scenery for miles, perhaps even to Dreamscape. He was in the territory of his brother, but he did not understand those things at the moment.

"Then we have something in common, brother. I cannot ever be defeated in combat. My strength surpasses all that you know, and I will crush you with it." He smiles, or the wolf equivalent, showing massive fangs and drool dripping down to the ground. His ruby red eyes glint with blood lust as he begins to circle his victim.

[Will]

Finally, coming to a decision, Azumin stepped towards father time, and kneeled. ''My father, i see my brothers with distaste. All their bickering for small pieces of ugly, barren rock, when they do not see the wide picture. I wish to claim dominion over the seas of your world, so that i may fill them with life, and keep them sheltered from the destructive wills of my bretheren. This, i ask of you.'' Azumin bowed low, his spear held at his side, wings folded to his back.

[Keanu]

Tarikor approached his father he had seen some of his brothers go to earth before him he had seen how some of them were filled with the desire of power and destruction or war. Tarikor would be one of the few good gods. the god of order and control he however approved of his brother Abu-kresh who tarikor thought was the god of balance. Tarikor walked up to his father and kneeled.

''Father i wish to be granted the power of Order and Control. I wish to rule my kingdom or realm with the power of order and control.''

[Doomsday]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(APD-P21/Phynn @ Oct 4 2007, 01:58 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}> (index.php?act=findpost&pid=188686)</div>Tarikor approached his father he had seen some of his brothers go to earth before him he had seen how some of them were filled with the desire of power and destruction or war. Tarikor would be one of the few good gods. the god of order and control he however approved of his brother Abu-kresh who tarikor thought was the god of balance. Tarikor walked up to his father and kneeled.

''Father i wish to be granted the power of Order and Control. I wish to rule my kingdom or realm with the power of order and control.''[/b]
(((Again, that's my domain, for I control law and order)))

[The Agriculturist]

As the early morning myst lifted off of the vast mushroom forests of the Island of Psilo, the colonies of Semilanans came to life, their vast silk establishments emptying out the large Caterpillar like creatures, whose went on to explore their Mushroom enviornment. Their main diety, Sylosybin sat to himself, pipe at hand, smoking the the essense of life, butterflies and other flying creatures leaving his very lungs, watched his people come to life and take his job as living embodiments of Perception and Illusion. Their god was content.

[Green Ranger]

Elendur laughed at his brother, though he knew him not as such. He raised his hands to the heavens, and so the grasses, and vines grew more plentiful suddenly, winding and tightening into a shaft of similar height to Elendur's form that his vine-covered hands could easily grasp, hardening into a strength far stroonger than that if regular wood.

And so Elendur held this staff at the ready, prepared to ward off any attacks this strange being had to offer.

"Come then, oh mighty one, and feel the true power of nature."

* * *

In the heavens above, in the great Dreamscape, Father Time sat, listening to his son Azumin's words, and he smiled. For none had yet given thought to water. And, unlike with the other gods, where he would heed a warning, or speak of what their powers were, Father Time merely nodded, and Azumin would know that he had his father's blessing.

[Who Wrecks?]

A fiendish grin covered the mighty predators face as he raced forward, his paws propelling him through the air. Each step seemed to shake the earth, and the snarl of the beast grew louder and louder still. Almost on the brink of sanity, Deadelus lunged at his divine counterpart with a brutal snap!

[Will]

Azumin bowed, and spread his wings wide, gliding down to the earth below him. He set foot upon a small mountain, surveying the great seas before him. A great waterfall sprung from his feet, spilling down a precipice below him, and into the sea.

He dived into the deep blue ocean, picking up some sand and stone. He began to mould them around water, creating humanoid shapes. He created fifty of the beings, and then bestowed life upon them.

''You are the Shi'vran. I have created you, and you shall be sheltered by the waves, from the world above. I have made you to live in peace, but i shall not rule you with an iron fist, i shall help you in times of need'' Azumin smiled, flying up atop his mountain, creating a small shack within his waterfall, cloaking himself in grey, so as to hide himself from his people, and observe, as the first of his people began to explore their undersea empire. He smiled. Underneath the waves, no others would see his secret creations, like he himself wanted not to be bothered by the other gods, even though they ostracised him back in the dreamscape. He sighed, and flew out over the oceans, exploring his realm.

[OneoftheLost]

"..and I shall call this small island...Dementia..."

Illiad sat on the beach of the small island, earth was a funny place, and as the madgod felt the tide coming in, he watched with a sort of fascination, he let the water gather around his toes.

Giggling, the madgod held something in his hands. It was a stick figure, bound by seaweed. On the ground in front of him was another stick figure, except this one had a tiny little spear. The madgod bent over peering at his creations, and thne he started to pantomime with the two figures.

"Yes. Yes. This is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it… "This Land."

He put the second figure down next to the first. And spoke in a different tone.

"I think we should call it "your grave"!

Suddenly he stabbed the figure with the other figure's spear.

"Ahh! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"

Still stabbing he spoke again.

"Har har har! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die! "

"Ohhh, no, Gods! Oh, dear Gods in heaven!"

Laughing the madgod spoke down to the two figurines.

"Ah, that would be me would it. Yes, I will help you little man! Do not fear the madgod is...oh, well actually the tide is here. Goodbye."

The two figurines where swept away into the ocean.

Standing up, the madgod, looked out into the ocean and shouted to his brother.

"Azumin, you bastard! I expect compensation! YOU HEAR ME! COMPENSATION!!!!"

Not bothering to wait for an answer, the madgod sighed. His island was perfect, but it was missing something... something important. Other beings perhaps? In due time, in due time.

Boots! He needed boots!

With a laugh the madgod made his way across the ocean. A simple affair, however, he still needed boots. The madgod made his way through the many forests. Many of the animals saw him and fled. Even a human tribe saw him. He ignored them, they where not wearing boots. Suddenly he heard two figures arguing. He recognized his brother's voices. Laughing, his voice was musical as he watched Deadelus charge at Elandur.

[The Agriculturist]

This turmoil was not productive to his new species. His divine brothers were not making this earth a peacefull and relaxing world, as Sylosybin had hoped. He would have to do somthing about that. He walked from the Island of Psilo, crossing the waters of Azumin, towards the area where his brothers were disturbing their father's creation.

[Green Ranger]

As the wolf-like being snapped his ideous jaws at Elendur, the lord of nature thrust out his staff. Suddenly, the shaft of wood changed, the tip of it growing and spreading out, like a flower in blossom, or a tree's growth in fast forward. Branches and vines spread out and began to engulf the wolf-man, though they were not to harm him, merely restrain the beast. Elendur simply had not the heart to harm another, even one so apparently evil as this.

[Doomsday]

The first touches of fighting, and Abu-Kresh felt every stroke of the defiling blows of such fighting personaly. Such fighting at this moment was company to catastrophy, it must be stopped... But how? He could hardly risk throwing his hand into such turmoil, for it risked tearing it off. He needed to aid his brother... no, he need not aid anyone, he needed to stop this fighting, on both sides!

And so, Abu-Kresh's stance in the war of good and evil was cemented. He would fend of both sides, and keep the scales ballanced. He realized, also, then in order to keep the scales level, he would need to throw his weight on one end... Hopefully, he would not need to.

Running as fast as his celestial feet could carry him, Abu-Kresh arrived on the battlefield of Elendur and Deadelus. He could feel the animosity and pure hate from Daedelus, and the shining spirit of Elendur. "You two must stop! Do you not see what would happen if you two were to kill eachother?"

[Who Wrecks?]

Though Deadelus could not directly effect these overgrown twigs that pushed him back, he could do one thing. Destroy them. With a howl of anger, the beasts body jerked awkwardly, and then a moment later he began to swell in size. Each muscle growing larger and larger, and snapping there would-be constraints.

[Green Ranger]

Elendur stepped back with obvious shock, muttering, 'What...are you...' as the trees and bushes enveloped themselves around him as he suddenly withdrew from sight and mind, shedding his form to wander naked and formless once more, as he had done before coming to Earth. And in doing so, his understanding returned. No longer confined to a mortal form, his understanding returned, and Elendur came to realize what it was he would have to do.

So, he did not leave per se, but lingered, invisible, formless, waiting for Daedelus to retreat before he could converse with the others that had arrived in his glade.

[Will]

Azumin had looked around his domain with glee. It was Huge! Water really did cover most of the planet! He flew back to his people with joy. He looked at them, and watched them construct buildings, and make lives for themselves. A small group discovered a purple metal, and began to forge it. They made jewelry out of it. One made a spear, similar to Azumin's. He used it to kill a large sea creature. The group used the meat for food, and the one who killed it removed the skin, making clothes for the Shi'vran. Azumin was happy they were progressing. He went back to his shack, to sleep. Even gods tire.

[Epic]

Time passed, as it always does, as Iach strode through the lands, looking at the wonders his brother Elendur had created. Such creations, he knew, would be fragile. The evidence was all around him, as creatures ate the plants or crushed them as they walked past him, terrified at the sight.

And, while gazing at the plants, Iach heard a great noise. A noise that mortals could not bear to hear. The noise of warring Gods. The steed Iach sat upon cried as it galloped towards the noise. And Soon, Iach found himself watching Daedalus break free of the confines of Elendur's own creations. He watched as Elendur shed a mortal form and trotted forward on his Celetial Horse, in his black, Divine armor, His black spear held vertically as he rode.

He cast a glance to Abu-Kresh, His brother, whom reigned over the Order of things. And his attention was drawn to Daedalus.

"Brother!", he called to the Evil one, his voice cold and echoing as it always was. "Why hast thou attacked our Brother Elendur, who has created such things as the tree? What wrong has he committed against thee?"

[Johnny]

Dagaia was next. Slowly he brought himself before the father and knelt deeply.

"Father, I do not ask for any certain domain. What ever you grant me I will humbly take without argument."

Dagaia kept his gaze low, afraid to offend this great being by looking him in the eyes.

[jediduncan]

The fear Elendur had first felt upon the idea of fighting Daedalus had slowly grown in whatever passed for his gut. This was Kaba'al's element. He had felt it, sensed it, the moment it had happened and latched onto that fear. At first he wasn't sure what to do, but now it was starting to grow. It boiled and bubbled and grew larger inside Elendur. It began to fill him, until finally, it could no longer be contained. The feeling was dribbling through him, something incorporeal and something that couldn't be contained. Finally an unnaturally large pile of the stuff fell to the earth. It was a vile mess and out of that putrid pile of waste Kaba'al took shape.

He stood erect and he stretched and flexed his disproportianately large muscles. Without any further ado, he grabbed two enormous handles sticking straight out of his neck and ribs and pulled forth two massive greataxes. He spun these around with innate skill, looking as if he was born to wield two excessively large axes. As he did so, blood flew off the edges of them in a large radius. It didn't seem to stop dripping off the blades of the weapons.

"None shall stop the massacre of Elendur! Any who dare will be ended immediately."

[Who Wrecks?]

"His very existence is a wrong. What good are these "trees" you speak of? How will they bend to my will?" He saws with a glare, and slamming his paw onto the ground. The force of the blow uproots many of the trees around them only proving his point.

"And you. What kind of God of war and honor allows an opponent to flee from battle? You should be on my side. Not that I would accept the help from the likes of you."

[Epic]

"Thou Hath no knowledge of Honor, Daedalus! If ye had the knowledge that I hold, That I created, as is mine right, then thou wouldst not have attacked our brother! The Code of honor is a code to live by; A code that is unknown to the likes of thee! You know only Strength, and Rage! Thine power is only power and no control for it! Thou art a sad beast indeed, Daedalus!"

Iach knew that insults would most likely enrage his brother even more and provoke him to an attack. Father Time had known that Iach would be at odds with his brothers Daedalus and Kaba'al, and thus created him with impeneratrable armor. For without Honor, chaos would reign. Without Wars, only murders would take place. And as much as Iach wanted to fight, he didn't wish to kill his brother. Any more than he wished to kill his Father.

"You know that our Father gave me armor that can withstand any attacks made by thee. You cannot harm me, Daedalus. Flee now, so that I may spare thee. But if you attack, know that I shall(put the beat down on yo' ass!) do great harm to thee!"

[Who Wrecks?]

"You are a fool to believe that. You are no more invincible than I, and I am no more vulnerable than you. That armor you wear may be impenetrable to mortals, and maybe even to some gods, but I am a god of strength. My physical power is limitless... Now please, allow me to prove it to you..." Deadelus glares with seething rage, and he slams his paw into the ground once more. And from that strike a wave of earth, rock, and trees soar towards Iach.

ooc: Whoa. You cannot have impenetrable armor. If you do... then my teeth can pierce anything. So chyaa.

[Axolotl]

OOC: Sorry to break up the quarrel between you guys... I just need to join the RP. :p

And now IC:

Meanwhile, high above the earth, Noctem stepped forward to his father, his creator.

"Father... What would this world be like without the transition between day and night? The sun and moon may rise, but when do they fall? This time is Twilight, and it is my desire to create this small interval of time, to balance day and night, so that no celestial giant is more powerful than his brother. And also, father, what would this world be without fun? Let me bring tricks into people's lives, and show them that hard work is not the only path in life."

[Will]

Azumin paled, looking up to the dreamscape. He saw his brother, Mephisto, his polar opposite approach his father. ''Oh no. Not him.'' Azumin knew Mephisto would begin to pick quarrels with him. He looked to his fledgling race, realising that steadily, they were growing. They had built bigger dwellings, to fit the growing families. Some of the male and female Shi'vran were wearing segmented armour, and wielded swords and spears, standing atop primitive sea walls. He was glad they were learning to defend themselves. There was no hope of peace if Mephisto found out he was down here.

[Monday]

Away from the brewing conflicts of the world, Izul, Death itself descended unto the world. Ne neither knew, nor cared the point of his entry. It was, however, eternally marked as the site of the very first death.

For with his coming, life was given purpose. It could now end.

To Death, though, that was as yet unknown. He had matters to deal with. His realm, first and foremost. He would build it in the most innacessible of places, the afterlife. He spent hours, days, weeks moulding it, but took all of a second to give it form.

The dark, cavernous underworld was created, the place where the dead would toil in eternal pain, or lounge in luxury for the rest of time. His realm was what gave him his power, here was where his soldiers waited, this place was what people would do anything to avoid.

Life and death rested in his hand. And it pleased him.

For the gods of war, of strength, of merciless slaughter all depended upon him. For without him to take the souls of those that are killed, none would ever die. He was not a dark god, rather, he was the enemy of every living creature, of every living god. Though the wise would embrace him as a friend, happily accepting the inevitable.

And this pleased him.

Though his work was not done. Stepping back into the physical realm, the real world, he went about his next task. Passages into the underworld, for those that die, those that must return and those that feel they must enter the realm of the dead to retrieve what was stolen.

He placed these dark portals in the strangest of places, high in the sky invisible to all, at the bottom of the deepest ocean, in the bowels of dark and forboding mountain ranges. All the places that would test the living, but not even concern the dead. For a journey into death must be a trial for the living.

And this pleased him.

His work done for now, he set about the earth, taking the creatures and plants whose time had come, the animals that should have died long ago, and he guided them into the next world, his cold form gently guiding them, like a parent cares for a tiny child.

As Death stalked the world, it came across the scene of the first fight. God against God. Strength and Slaughter pitted themselves against those more natural forces, Nature itself, Order, Law and Honor.

Death took no sides. He simply waited for his line in the great play. For where there is battle, there is Death.

And this pleased him.

[Jorax]

*The one known as the crafter of all weapons walked forward kneeled before Father Time as he laid down his tool. Upon one kneed, he brought down his head in respect as well as humbleness before his father. His eyes closed for a moment as a breath was released and his hazel eyes flashed open with the intent of leaving. It had been time the crafter had explored Dreamscape for more resources and the adventures of a lifetime.*

"Forgive me Father. I know it is hard upon you to see the family leave, yet I as well must go to the far lands in search of answers and truths for my work."

[Doomsday]

Abu-Kresh growled, he would not intervene until absolutely nessecary. Moving away from the warring God's, he moved to stand beside his brother Death. "The fools don't realize what will happen when they kill eachother... But, I feel you do. Oh master of Life and Death. So uncaring to the strugles of the living, yet wise and knowledgable." He spoke, not moving his eyes from the fighting gods. "You must know I cannot allow you to take their lives yet."

[Monday]

It is not a matter of what can be allowed, and what cannot. It is simply a matter of what times plans bring about.

Death extended his left hand, a dark swirling mist forming in his palm. The blackness warped and shifted constantly, before rapidly elongating. It held a form, the black mist clearly outlined as a great scythe, before it took a true form.

The mist gone, a sturdy, simpe scythe in it's place, Death turned it's hooded face towards it's brother.

Brother, master of justice, of order, of law. You cannot seek to control the whims of the Gods, just as I cannot seek to change their inevitable fates. I am simply an instrument of fate, and I shall not intervene in a fight that is not mine to fight.

Turning his cold gaze back to his brothers preparing to begin the first godly battle that the world would know, his 'voice' came the closest to expressing emotion that it would for a long time to come, a sort of hollow satisfaction, and at the same time, it almost sounded like longing.

Brother Abu-Kresh, I am simply here to pick up the pieces.

[The Agriculturist]

His voice came to those of his brothers, distorted, changing, never the same.

"What a disgrace this is. Such a gift we are given by our father, and they seek to destroy it. Are we to stand as they impart their lessons of hate and chaos, war and destruction, on our own creations?"

Visions of their own species being destroyed by one and other came to the eyes of his fellow gods. Sylosybin finally intervened in the struggle which shook the earth.

[Epic]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Whoa! My name is in Green @ Oct 7 2007, 11:49 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}> (index.php?act=findpost&pid=189122)</div>"You are a fool to believe that. You are no more invincible than I, and I am no more vulnerable than you. That armor you wear may be impenetrable to mortals, and maybe even to some gods, but I am a god of strength. My physical power is limitless... Now please, allow me to prove it to you..." Deadelus glares with seething rage, and he slams his paw into the ground once more. And from that strike a wave of earth, rock, and trees soar towards Iach.

ooc: Whoa. You cannot have impenetrable armor. If you do... then my teeth can pierce anything. So chyaa.[/b]

ooc: I only made it impeneratrable when Duncan had bile that can't be moved or swatted away by the others.

Iach laughed. The fool. Mortal, tangible things could not harm a God. Not in his ethereal or celestial form, as Iach was. And so the wave of trees, earth, and other things of that nature(Puns!) passed through him as if it were nothing.

"Surely brother, thou hath not forgotten that Earth cannot harm us?" he laughed. "I have no wish to fight thee! Thou art needed to control thine own domains as I am needed to control mine own! Strike me down, and ye shall find no proper outlet for your Strength and Rage! As such, should I slay thee, brother, I would have no useful tools for wars! I say; let there be peace between us, if only fleeting and awkward!"

And so, Iach tried peace. He knew it to be honorable to make peace with a brother. Even if it was an awkward, uneasy one. And with his offer, Sylosybin spoke to them all, showing visions of killings, of battles, of destruction. And Iach was saddened. Not by the wars shown to him, but by the unhonorable way in which he saw many fight.

"Doth thou see what a battle between the two of us can bring, brother? Surely thy wish is to not see thine own creations destroyed?"

[Who Wrecks?]

"Creations can be built again. You can only destroy something once. Therefore, it must be more valuable. Now please, quit stalling and fight me. You sound ridiculous, by the way. Speak like a normal person."

If earthly things could not harm this god, then perhaps pure rage could. The wolf god concentrated his rage within Iach's armor and it began to swell. Knowing full well that Iach could not change the rage he had installed within him.

OOC:Aaron, go to the OOC, we need to talk about that armor.

[Epic]

Ah, but Honor can combat Rage quite efficiently. And Iach's nobility and Honor kept him restrained, as he knew that it was unhonorable to attack in pure anger. And though the Rage may build, Iach could not attack unless provoked or with good reason.

"You're mastery over rage is quite admirable, Brother! But honor shall always triumph over primal urges!"

Iach's steed circled, though the Black helm that he wore continued to stare menacingly at his brother. Iach calculated and planned. He could try to make peace with his brother, or he could attack. He had two weapons, his spear, which would undoubtedly kill his bloodthirsty brother, and his sword, which would instill honor into Daedalus.

"I say again; I have no quarell with you, Daedalus. Make peace and I shall leave you be! I have no wish to harm thee!"

[jediduncan]

"Iach, you are a fool to think honor has a place here."

Kaba'al moved to stand by the side of his lupine brother. His twin axes seemed to cry out for the blood of Iach, but Kaba'al did not attack yet. Instead, he flung his arms out wide, and as he did so, an inky blackness began to grow. It came over the horizon at top speed, obscuring the view of the distance. Their dark tendrils came to pass into a circle that surrounded the gathering of gods, and they crept and flowed directly from Kaba'al's form. In the distance, the shrill sounds of animals in terror could be heard. A chill wind passed through the group. Outside the circle, everyone knew, was a primal terror, and its presence could be felt by all.

"Why would you think such a rediculous tactic as begging would work?! Shut up and fight!"

[SIN]

Suddenly, the sky above the two opponents darkened and black rain began to pour down as lashing whips. At the likeness of a fierce storm, Ur, the God of the Sky and Thunder issued forth out of nothingness. Within his clasped hand was Miltrojir, The Grinder, and it was great and terrible and it shone with a dazzling radiance. Ur was filled with wrath. The demeanor of his brothers had awoken a great flame within him. Not only had they insulted their Father, but they were now trying to kill one of their own. "Fight me!" He bellowed, and his voice was thunder. "I am not like Iach, I do not shy easily from a fight!"

[Enishi]

As his brothers bickered and fought, Ja's sleeping form lay silent as his creations continued to multiply. Their etherial forms began to expand throughout the villages of Fath, granting the humans the joy of sleep. While his physical form slept, his spirit thrived in an unknown realm; a ream filled with fogs and soft grounds. His spirit, retaining the look of his physical form, played the hybrid instrument. Many humans were graced enough to be granted the chance to see beyond the unreality and understand Ja's words. The god of dreams sat below a gigantic willow tree, it's leaves and branches full.

"Humans; I have brought you before me with words of wisdom. I have granted each and every one of you the chance to see happiness, unreality. However, I have not been given anything in return. I have no followers, only those who praise. If you want me to continue to make your people happy, you must make an altar; a place where I may be worshipped and where I may sleep. As the years will pass, your civilizations will grow; and many will grow doubt about my existance. Hence, I shall draw forth a set of commandments. Each of you; your eldest child shall enter this place and he shall pass on the commandments as your villages grow. I have spoken."

And in an instant, the humans disappeared; the message sent. With the humans gone, his creations sprang forth.

"My children. From my body I created four of you; and the four of you have grown into many. In fact, as your numbers continue to grow, you will no longer be restricted to these lands. As you grow, you must spread your influence to the other humans of this land; show them the dream."

And as soon as the humans disappeared, the Loes followed.

[Green Ranger]

Father Time frowned as he looked down on his son Dagaia, his humble self not seeking, only recieving. And so the Father of All gave thought to the Earth itself, and understood his son's purpose.

"Dagaia, my son. I admire your humble self. And in doing so, I give you stead over the Earth itself. For it may come to pass that the Earth will have a will of it's own, and lash back against those who walk upon it. But remember also, that rock and ground is long of life, and so slow to action. It may take eons before a rock chooses to break in two. You must understand and respect this son, but I trust your willing heart, and I believe solemnly that you will learn most quickly. So, go forth! and become one with my gift to you."

And then Father Time looked towards both Noctem and Fenix, and smiled. And with but a single gesture, they both knew in their hearts, that he would always be there to guide them from afar, and that a farewell, this was not. And they knew that they had their father's blessing.

* * *

With a great cry, the naked Elendur took form once more, slipping into the most humblest of garments: the wizened human male, hunched back and weathered face. For such grief did Elendur feel, though the ever-piercing emerald gleam of his eyes shone all the more brightly, even through the clouds of disease and old age. And bringing forth his staff, the god leant on it, as the burden of the conflict bore down on his shoulders. The Gods were not being harmed by this battle, not in the least. But nature? Nature suffered casualties innumerous. Regardless, the Lord of Nature placed himself in the midst of this ring of gods, and all ceased as he stood between them all. Even as he spoke, the earth, freshly thrown up and bare of all life, a brown, lifeless patch of dirt, began to change, as mosses and vines and numerous grasses and flowers grew forth from between the man's unshod toes, and the mound slowly healed.

"Do you not know, not understand yet? We are bu yet young and strong...and we are all evenly matched. One god cannot kill another, not alone, not together. In doing so, all we do is destroy the ground we do battle on. Surely even you, brother Daedules, can respect that battle cannot be fought on ground that does not exist."

The wizened man took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh air that suddenly wove through the trees and grasses, and into his lungs. And so it appeared that the god smiled, and his smile, no matter how brief, stole those weathered years away, and the divine lord of all things good and growing stood proud and tall, atop his green mound in this circle of gods.

"If we were meant to struggle with ourselves, would we have been given such power soas to create life? I say no to this. I say: let the lesser beings struggle for us. And so our weapons will not be in our hands, but in the hands of our own children. And if we wish, we may command them to do war. But no longer can we fight amongst each other, for if we do, there will be no Earth to seek dominion o'er when the end of ends comes to us."

* * *

High above, in the heavenly Dreamscape, Father Time smiled.

[Will]

Azumin let out a sigh of releif as Mephisto went to investigate the battle of the petty gods. He turned back to his race. They were safe again... for now. He hoped that by not getting involved, other gods would not notice him, and his people.

[Axolotl]

Noctem arrived on the earth shortly after his moment with his creator, leaving the sky behind him the colors of dusk. Coming to a stop over a small, rounded-off mountain range surrounded by forests of dead and semi-living trees, he glared at the environment. His face let out a yellow glow as he thought about his next move.

"What to do, what to do... So little time, so much to pursue..."

The pumpkin-headed god of tiny proportions spoke in rhymes and riddles most of the time, with the exception of speaking to his father. Noctem giggled a bit, and then his face glowed even brighter.

"Ah, yes, an idea! My mind flies like a dove! I will create people, and me they shall love! With a tweak over here, and a tweak over there, I shall create eyes, from which they will stare. And from the bountiful harvest, of pumpkins and squash, I make them a body, that which they can wash. And from the leaves of the trees, and husks from the corn, I'll give them all clothes, so they may be torn."

With a few flicks from his wrists, and a flash from his face, he created the people that would follow him forever. He created the Spookies, and spooky they were. At once, they decided to start making shelters and planting their food sources.

The odd thing about this land was that it was autumn, while the rest of the world was not. This bizarre place only intrigued Noctem farther, since it suited his appearance, and his people's appearances. The air was cool, but not cold enough to bother anyone. As Noctem walked into one of the towns that already seemed to be doing well, the smells of cinnamon and other spices, apples, and various pumpkin dishes flowed into his nose (well, nose hole). His face glowed a bit, as he giggled again.

"Yes, my friends, work. Work, work indeed. For I too have hunger. I too have needs. If you respect my presence, then that would be dandy. So supply me with food, and supply me with candy!"

And so the Spookies went to work, and planted their crops, and started making all kinds of delectable delights for their god. He didn't seem TOO demanding: All he wanted was food and sweets.

[Jorax]

*As Fenix soared through the skies as this was a power of god, he saw his brothers afar fighting amongst each other. However, he could already tell what it was going to lead to as he went around them and went to a pre-destined spot as he had picked it from his balcony at the home of gods not so long ago. It was within his dreams and with the aid of Father Time that had helped him locate this place.

The terrain was rugged, yet filled with minerals and ores of Fenix's choice as he would go deep into the mountains, creating a race unlike any other god had created, and they would be as strong as the God of War, smart as the God of Wisdom and Illusions, and mysterious as the God of Fate. He would look over this race like a father to a son as Father Time did unto him as it was foretold within destiny.

This was the ideal place of forgeworks and fire, for all the needed materials were within a hand's grasp. Metal for the taking and infusing of materials to create weapons of undeniable strength, wood for fires to start the forges, and most importantly...caves so that the hidden races would be not located easily...except to those whom already knew where they were.*

[Keanu]

Tarikor approached his father he had seen some of his brothers go to earth before him he had seen how some of them were filled with the desire of power and destruction or war. Tarikor would be one of the few neutral gods. the god of healing and commerce he however approved of his brother Abu-kresh who tarikor thought was a good god. not like some of his more warmongoring bothers. Setting his thoughts aside it was time to enter earth and start his kingdom. Tarikor walked up to his father and kneeled.

''Father i wish to be granted the power of healing and commerce. I wish to rule my realm with the power of commerce and healing. my people will be the masters of import and export and will flourish if they pray to me as i will share my knowledge of trading with them.''

[Commodore]

Tengri descended upon the crowd of arguing gods. He was invisible for the moment as his skin was matching its backround. With no other apparel, he was completely undetectable. However, there was one who would probably know he was there, Father Time. Since Father Time made Tengri with those powers, Father Time should have known that if Tengri wanted to, he could act as a god of deception even without that as his title.

So Tengri wandered listening in on fights and arguements about various things. He was already done creating his first batch of his people. Since he created them at breeding age, they would be able to quickly populate the land and control it within a few years.

[Green Ranger]

Father Time frowned, and his presence drew closer to Tarikor, almost as if he had a solid form, he were bending down to look his son in the eye.

"You request a domain that is seemingly simple, my child, but you recognize not the depth to which such powers go. To control commerce and healing simultaneously is a great responsibility indeed. For you enter a realm on the brink of war, and with war comes not only death, but injury also, and I speak not only of those who fight. For every creature on Earth will be vulnerable to harm. Therefore, the healing of these creatures, by war, by the struggle for survival, and by daily wear and tear, will be in your hands.

"And commerce? You seem to believe you may contain such a thing to only your people, my son. But such is not so. For you will be responsible for the safe trade and transport of all tradeables. From the fruit in the local marketplace to ships carrying marble or gold, you will be responsible for their safe travel. Be sure that such responsibility is safe in your hands, otherwise choose another domain. Do you believe yourself ready for such burdens?"

As he spoke, Father Time felt the presence of his son Elendur speaking, and he frowned once more, though this time in thought. For it came to mind that his son had no people of his own, and that he would therefore be unable to participate in the battles, or that he would even be unable to defend nature, save by his own hand. And then he smiled, for his thought had manifested itself. Elendur would recieve a boon like no other. The defiling of nature would be most unwise, once Elendur became aware of the creatures that would serve him.

[lol not primary]

Iach smiled as more of his brethren showed themselves, and he knew that they were against Daedalus and Kaba'al's ruthless nature. His need for a fair battle was satisfied until his brother Elendur revealed himself again and spoke wise words.

"Our brother speaks wisely! Why must we destroy ourselves? Creations of our own can do battle with each other! On the Earthen Battle Fields shall be where our contests held! What say you, Daedalus? Kaba'al? Art thou prepared for a just fight between mortals to decide which of us is the better?"

[jediduncan]

"I've got a better idea. You stop trying to back out of a fight, and then my race will exterminate your race."

Kaba'al laughed loudly, a fiendish laugh that hinted at his malice and perhaps mental instability. He reveled in the strife he was causing for a brief moment, then clashed his two axes together again, causing blood to spurt from their edges. He stood in a combat ready stance as bones, tissue, and bodily fluids pooled beneath him and began trickling towards the other gods.

"C'mon! Don't be scared!"

[Green Ranger]

Elendur closed his eyes, searching for an answer that would goad his brother into agreement. One such as Kaba'al would not be persuaded through might of force or logic, he thought, only by accepting a deal that would somehow benefit him, or satisfy him in some way. And there lay the answer.

"Kaba'al...I have none to call my own, for nature itself is my domain...but agree to this, and your lust for violence will have a manifestation. I will create a race that even you will have trouble creating fear over, a...challenge to your own powers, if you will. And if you cannot cause them to flinch in fear, then your axes will most certainly have bodies to feed on, if you are able to. Just because I said we may not battle each other directly does not mean you cannot lead your own into battle."

Elendur gave a strange smile then, crossing his usually stern face and looking quite out of place, so filled with arrogance and taunting.

"It'll be fun..."

[jediduncan]

Kaba'al lowered his axes slightly, and only for a moment. A race he couldn't instill fear in or kill? Elendur was barking up the wrong tree, but if he wanted to lose a bet, then Kaba'al was all for it. If he'd had eyes, they would've narrowed to slits as he (would have) been looking very skeptically towards Elendur.

"And if I can make them fear me...?"

Clearly he was expecting some sort of prize for being able to complete such a challenge. And everyone who knew Kaba'al even a little bit probably guessed that the stakes would have to be quite profitable for him to accept.

[Green Ranger]

Elendur had piqued his borther's interest. That in itself was half the battle won. For bhind his hideous exterior and violent nature, Kaba'al was as naive and foolish as any of the other gods. Elendur could see it in his own self already, so unknowing of the world, yet in charge of controlling it. All of the Gods suffered from naivete, to at least a certain extent, and that was understandable. However, in realizing both his own naivete - and his brothers - Elendur could exploit that, to a certain extent. Kaba'al would not suspect such a thing from the ever kind and ever peaceful Elendur, whose own naivete came from his faith in the good of all creatures, even those created only for the doing of evil.

"If you can make them fear you, and not just a bit scared, but true horror, that causes them to drop everything, abandon their bonds of kinship and lose themselves to their fear, then they will be yours, and you may use my own creations against me. For know that the death of the Divine lies not in their brothers' hands, but in the hands of mere mortals. The only way you may achieve victory is by using your own creaitons to kill the other gods.

"But there will be something else in defeating my creations, something you will not expect, but will nevertheless enjoy. The Divinity you lost when you created your own creatures may return, indeed enough so that you may take war to Father Time himself, if you so wish. You could seek dominion not only of the Earth, but of the Infinate Void also, going from world to world and enslaving all that you come across."

It was strange, Elendur thought, as such notions had never come to his mind until now. It seemed he was getting some help in persuading his brother. Elendur silently thanked them, then met his brother's gaze, his emerald green eyes seeming to pierce through the flesh and gore, strip it away, and bare Kaba'als very divine essence for all to see. He would not appear weak in front of such crude and senseless violence. Had Elendur himself chosen to delve into fear, he would have chosen the subtle gnawing, rather than the violent shock. The former wasted the will of the spirit much more readily.

[jediduncan]

Kaba'al was interested, he couldn't deny that. The idea of being able to traverse worlds and enslave people as he went was very tempting. Then again, why couldn't he do that already? He was a god, capable of many great deeds. Kaba'al, despite being a stubborn brute, was not stupid. He'd heard Elendur's words, and though he liked where this was heading, he did not want to be conned out of battle.

"Your speech is filled with "maybes" and "coulds". I want a definite guarantee. If I can give them true fear, if I can reduce them to the basest and maddest urges, then you, Elendur, will give me your power. Not maybe, not could, but will. And if any of these other fools..."

He waved an axe at the array of gods before him.

"... dare help you, then they too must give me all of their power. This is the deal. If you do not accept, then prepare for battle."

It wasn't a fair deal, and Kaba'al knew it. But that didn't matter. If they didn't accept it, he'd just kill all of them. If they did... well, then they were even greater fools than he'd thought.

[Commodore]

Tengri watched Kaba'al threaten all of the gods with death and destruction. It was interesting to see him so violent and with so much confidence in his ability to take down all of the gods. Tengri wasn't really worried at all as he was invisible and would be undectable by any except Ellendur. Also, with some of his abilities, he could do all sorts of things to confuse and bewilder Kaba'al before he would bring out his real weapons

[Enishi]

While his brothers bickered, Ja slept on; awaiting within the dream realm till he can wake again. Ja had decided to remain away from the war his brothers raged; allowing time for his people to evolve and become stronger. With the happiness of the dream, the people of Fath began to flourish; the lifted spirits helping the villages. The group of villagers whom he brought into his personal realm spread his name, his influence rooting within the villagers.

Ja's new bed, a somewhat large altar was crafted in the largest of villages within Fath; where the villagers began to worship the god who brought them dream.

[Green Ranger]

Elendur smiled, oddly enough. It seemed he was on the bad side of the deal, yet he smiled nonetheless. Apparently there was something in the deal worth smiling about.

"So be it. However, if my brothers and sisters choose to aid me, their divinity will be forfeit on the destruction of their races, and only then. We'll make it a way to make sure you hunt after me primarily."

OOC: Shit post, but I didn't have much else to write.

[Axolotl]

Noctem chose to take a distance from the quarrel among his brothers. His peaceful, spooky people were not the type to want to get involved in fights. They may pull the occasional prank on unsuspecting travelers, but they never wanted to hurt anyone.

Noctem looked out of his spooky palace on the spooky hill that he resided on. He thought for a moment, maybe two. Then he decided he should take a temporary leave.

"Fellow girls, and fellow boys, I must go and take my voice. To stop a fight is all I wish, so I'll return to feast on fish."

Noctem took off into the ever-expanding twilit sky. His brothers came into view as he skimmed the outer area of the argument. He conjured a megaphone (loud pranks are often funny, but this time he wasn't joking), and shouted into it his words of rhyme.

"Brothers here and brothers there, can't you see this moment rare? Arguing is not the way, because alive you may not stay. I bring you peace, and then I run. Can't we all just have some fun?"

Noctem giggled a bit, and then slowly floated backwards.

[Monday]

Not one to react on a large scale, Death had simply watched, and listened as his brothers argued. He had gazed on quietly as Elendur tricked and taunted Kaba'al. His scythe twirling slowy in his long, thin fingers, he simply took in what was happening.

As the small, odd looking god of what Death could only assume was some form of trickery spoke, it elicited a response from Death, which in itself was rare.

Turning slowly to face the tiny God ((Please correct me if i'm wrong, but I imagined Death to be somewhat larger, is all.)) Death gave him a thoroughly quizzical look. Had he eyebrows, one of them would be raised.

The little God is wrong. Death's 'voice' rang out, unaided by technology, or by magic. There must be war. Every being has it's time, even we Gods.

Death cast his gaze around the assembled Gods. His height, and the fact he floated a few feet above the ground meant that he could see just about ever God present.

I will not enter this war, unless provoked. Know this, though. There is no force more ultimate than that which I command. To raise the ire of Death, to invoke my wrath, is to bring death upon yourselves.

His short monologue over, Death allowed his attention to wander.

[Will]

Azumin looked down upon the world from a great height, watching the battle of his petty bretheren. Their foolish arguements did not concern him. He would help neither side. He instead turned his attention to the people of the planet, admiring the handiwork of the other gods. He took especial interest in the pumpkin people, examining them closely. His brother god had done well here. He smiled, and returned to his shack beneath the waterfall...

[Enishi]

Time passed as his brothers argued; as a god is immortal, time seems to flow as the seasons.

Once the humans, who had entered the realm of sleep, had their first born boy, each child had a dream visited personally by Lord Ja himself. Imbedding his presence inside each little mind, Ja spoke in a way the young children would forever remember. He warned them of his power as well as his anger should tribute not be paid and as the dreams were passed, each child would forever know of their Lord and Creator of Dreams; Ja.