Turn 1 - The First Great Becoming

0 WA - The Worlds formation is finished, the Gods come unto creation.

The Deities of the world that emerge from the Aether:

*The incorporeal cosmic force of Destiny, enforcing fate across all beings.*

*Aeyandite, the Goddess of Time, defender and artificer of its flows.*

*Vynthrol, Lord of the Redeeming Fires*

*Lirokof, Gatekeeper of the Planes*

*Zanderas, Elder God of Engineering*

*Uode, the First Change on the infinite winds*

*Aashirya, Mother of Free Will*

*Ruohtta, Father of Pestilence*

5'000'000 WA - The worlds first settlement is founded, Nosh Karnic, in the unimaginative fashion of the incredibly primitive and tribal Noshkalar, a race of amphibian fishoids who have risen from the sea to produce huts and tools above water, choosing to procreate seasonally in the high-tide and allow their surviving young to wash in with the low-tide.

(Turn 1) 5'000'001 WA - The First Great Becoming

**Uode**

And the First Change looked upon the globe and sought in all things to ensure it could not remain the same, swirling the mighty energies of Uode across its surface.

With its great first mighty energy it formed the Sanus belt, from which none who are sane could pass the mighty borealises of raw creation, encircling the globe and separating both the north and the south for many leagues into the air.

And unto the northern most isle of the world, on the foreshores of the Northern ice sheets, Uode saw only to extend that ice where unto they could, throwing a shard of themselves into the protracted sleet and creating Muspel, the Plane of unending Ice.

And to guard this place of permafrost, the Devoweler's, a race of mighty white armored wormlings to burrow through the ice and the snow of the wastelands around the great white isthmus unto Muspel. Seeking to enlighten the native Noshkalar with their changing ethers, Unode looked down upon them and granted them the gift of Change to sense change in all of its impresent but impending forms, and thus avert it with this new 'sense'.

**Lirokof -**

Lirokof, Master of the Planes looked down upon creation and within he besmote a singular beauteous symbol of his unending power, a grove of some several dozen Silverwood tree's. Great, unending bejeweled flora that in time would gain minds of their own.

Indeed, extending beyond this, Lirokof built around these silverwoods both the great continent of Lirok, The greater volcano and obsidian mountains of the Split Peaks, and the blue forests of the Azure Blooms, often covered in the ash of the volcano etherward, often being called the Ashen Thickets.

And to protect his children and treasured things in the Silverwood grove, he did upon them besmote great twisted leagues of jungle, humid and of thicken air.

**Vynthrol -**

The Great Flamekeeper, Vynthrol looked upon the earth and with great purpose spread unto the east his signet in the form of new lands, the great realm of Miltourne. Upon this realm did he create great mountains and springs to feed down unto lakes and growing forests.

To populate these great realms with great beasts did the God create the Armammiks, great gaping and blind beasts whomst clawed among the foothills of the mountains, eating all in their path as multiplying and greater beasts ought to.

And Vynthrol looked upon his realm and besought to create something of some small inkling of grace, for there is beauty even in the most destructive blaze. And so he planted seeds amongst the saplings of the forest and did sow the first Elterbrin. With great fervour in his name, and exceeding possessiveness of raw knowledge, the Elterbrin spread forth under his command to found the worlds first great city, of Syn-Shulumoar and in turn the mining village of Thryn-Elti. Their culture fervent under the gaze of the Great Flame, lidless and flickering in that dark place betwixt the minds of all mortals.

Eager to spread his name and his word, Vynthrol looked to the west, across the great sea, and into the dark and primitive places of the Noshkalar was borne a flame, the flame of the Nosh Embre - Those of the Fire. Worshipping the greatness of Vynthrol, and the Redeeming Fire openly.

**Zanderas -**

Zanderas, God of all Engineers looked down upon the world and sought to produce such life as the Thornysweet, great ground-borne fruits from which seeds would spread on the wind, with great sweet cores to sup upon.

**Aashirya** -

Aashirya, Mother of Free Will looked down upon the icy wastes of the northern pole and thought it bare, placing upon it a great volcanic caldera to be shaped in infinitely detailed ways to her will. Within this Caldera she poured her divine energies, and from it a beacon of her energy did spread an obfuscating haze, none divine or mortal may possess any detailed knowledge of the Caldera's form or its innards so long as Aashirya's will is beset upon it.

**Fate -**

The winds of Destiny did blow across the plains of this world and others, and sought upon creation to impose its infinitely divine will, bending reality unto itself to ensure that all life in its forms must have a determined end, all that is created must inevitably perish to ceaseless ravages of time, none may exist without and end for without destruction how can one be assured of creation?

New Game Rule:  "All life and creations made must have an determined 'end' result. Inevitable aging, death, afterlife, etc. If it does not fit these boundaries it cannot exist."

**Ruotta -**

Ruotta, Father of Plagues looked down upon creation and did seek to plant unto the earth all of the seeds which would grow unto great hoards in time. Seeking a place for his children to be accepted he did craft upon the land great perches of stone in the east from which the Sqrairriww, great bird-folk did progenate under his watchful gaze. In the fungal forests of the west the Sawgills, a species of infectious-spore spreading greater fungal flora that would seek to irritate all who came into contact with their clouds of spores.

**Aeyandite -**

The Great Artificer, Aeyandite Looked down upon the world and saw of despair that this earthly womb bore her yet no fruits. Shaping the earth around her desire she did form great mountains and volcanic mounds in the east to bear the raw shapen fruit of her labours, the Brassborn, her beloved firstborn. Cast from the molten primordial liquid fire, cooled into masterworked metal shells and embued with great earthen magic, The Brassborn were great folk of bronze and iron. Of her tears the timeless one spoke into the dream-minds of these primitive automatons and gave them not just true life, but a great many years of dreams and inspiration. From their early mastery of leatherworking and the arts of shaping metal did the strides between mundane and divine become slim until the Brassborn could reproduce through the wombs of the heated forge and the quenching bathes. From these great forging caverns did the Brassborn spread and form the subterranean realms of Andomery and Krasildawn, cave-cities of steel and stone.