Xan looked around, "So what should we do now ? You look good on that throne by the way."

*Chuckles* "Thank you little one."  then grins "Same thing we do every night, Xan."
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"Something fun !" Xan smiled even brighter.

"We could fly around or maybe find some things to put in our big place. It's kind of empty in here."

*smiles* "Which ever you choose, little one."

"Well we can make a game to play. Maybe make a game called beginnings and endings. We can both contribute to it !"

Xan starts the process wanting to make a board game type game.
Xan plans it out in her head bopping to some music only she is imagining. She is real good at creating things and games are something she loves. After sketching in some dust for a while and planning it out she stands up and says, "I have it !"

Flapping her wings to commence the miracle.

"Behold a game for us ! Well for other people who want to play too."



13:18, Today: Xan rolled 12 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 5,5.  Making Beginnings and Endings Game.


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Meanwhile, Lyric has been having a good time, whipping up storms and gentle breezes, playing with clouds, lightning, little bats and birds, and otherwise painting grand images in the sky, walking their Sky Halls as they consider what they want to do.

Lyric decides to make certain the Lyr know to worship them and (less importantly) their brother, preferably via the making of music—and she wants them to have a celebration of the skies every year.

15:44, Yesterday: Lyric rolled 10 using 2d6 with rolls of 4,6.  Let's Tell the Lyr stuff. .

That seems to go well.

And then, as the Mountain Giants stampede out of the home for the gods made by the God of Death and scatter across the world, Lyric's interest is caught; they follow along with some of them, and then decide to tell the Mountain Giants that they should revere the Arys Tal and the Lyr.

15:45, Yesterday: Lyric rolled 2 using 2d6 with rolls of 1,1.  Let's Tell the Mountain Giants stuff. .

...Less well.

The Lyr are delighted to get instructions, and start getting ready for their festival right away.




High up in the mountains to the east, Humphrey and his people (for a your-mileage-may-vary value of the concept of "people") misunderstand their instructions of "revere the Arys Tal and the Lyr," and set off instead to "remove the Arys Tal and the Lyr."

So, they boldly (they're anxious about getting near the palace of that horrible death-god, but maybe we won't have to deal with him) set off to head back toward the center of the continent, to find and remove the Arys Tal and the Lyr from the planet. Crushing them ought to work-- works on most things. Maybe throwing boulders, if ranged combat is needed? Yeah, that sounds good. Off we go...!

I did spent a Miracle point on the game too.

Xan does a headstand and wiggles her feet. She then flips back onto her feet.

Wow poor AnBas he must really be depressed.

AnBas smiles at Xan's antics. "Yes, let's try your ingenious game little one."

Smiles and sets up the game the board looks like the world. Clouds drifting over the board with birds and Lyr.

Xan picks up her piece which looks like a mini mammoth.

(The game board and pieces are magical, and the winner gets a boon that will be decided between them and the GM, but which will involve a Beginning, an Ending, or one of each.)

AnBas picks up his Piece, which is a dark hooded figure. "So, little one, how does the game begin?"

Well we start here she points at a place on the board that has a black swirling mass. Her piece trumpets and walks there.

"You see this spinny thing we spin that to determine how far our piece can move. Along the way our pieces will have all kinds of adventures till they reach the end where you have more control of things." She smiles brightly.

*smiles* and focuses on his piece and it glides to the starting point. "Since this is your game, you should go first.  This way I can see how it is played."

Xan spins the dial her eyes watch with glee as it spins round and round. It stops on a number and her piece moves till it hits a fork in the path and she choses the downward path. The little mammoth walks into the subterranean caverns. It is dark down there. She reads letters that float up. Vision hampered by darkness movement limited -1 to movement.

She nods to herself smiles then says, "Your turn."

Lyric becomes aware that one of the Lyr is calling to her...

Lyric's attention is pulled from the bat and moth duet they were watching, and the sky lord zips all lightning-strike lickety split to hear the rest of the Lyr's petition. They're a fickle god, Lyric. But they do like their own creations, and, to a lesser degree, their brother's creations...

To summarize, what the Lyr wants is threefold: guidance, on:

1. We've noticed these slightly creepy snake-people slithering around to the north... They're making villages, slowly expanding their territory... Any advice on what opinion we should have of them?

2. A couple of our number have disappeared... We wake up, and they're gone, and never come back... It doesn't seem to be the snake-people; they haven't gotten this far south yet... Advice?

3. Army of big rock-people coming vaguely this direction from the east... That anything we should be worried about or anything...?

AnBas spins the dial and his piece moves those number of squares.  His value was smaller than Xan's so he doesn't get as far on the board.
"Hmmm, interesting."

The sky lord in their most regal aspect (which would obliterate the poor Lyr, if it was to see) listens to these petitions.

Then they flit off to their Sky Halls again, walking through the hall of sunset radiance, the ever-mercurial corridors, the lightning observatory, to think. They peek in on the Slitherkin, then drift with the Mountain Giants for a little, listening to their talk--should the Lyr be worried? Whoops, maybe.

Finally, they decide to do the thing they despise most in all of creation, which is don a disguise so they can walk the planet and be seen by those whose eyes aren't divine. Ugh. Horrid.

But c'est la vie. They go for a Lyr-shape, no hint of any celestial glory, not even a scrap of trailing cloudy vestments or sky blue eyes, and then they mean to approach the Lyr from afar as a 'stranger,' summoned by the Glorious and Great Lyric to investigate the disappearances.

Lyric means to stay where some of the disappeared Lyr were last seen, and go from there.

Lyric? does not enjoy touching the ground at all and will avoid it fussily as much as possible.


13:10, Today: Lyric rolled 8 using 2d6-1 with rolls of 5,4.  Ugh. Disguising my glorious self.

Lyric assumes a mortal form.

Lyric will be able to get out of said mortal form at will, becoming once again invisible, inaudible (save as a whoosh of wind and a clap of thunder), ephemeral.

However, for now, the mortal form Lyric assumes is that of a (female) Slitherkin. Whoops. Guess Lyric was distracted by thinking about them a bit too much...

Xan looks at the board and sees AnBas is in a pumpkin patch.

"Hmmm your piece looks particularly good there for some reason." She thinks on it for a while then spins the spinner and her piece walks into the caverns more at -1 movement because of overcoming darkness.

"We can overcome darkness with god powers AnBas, and the Stone Giants seem at home around stone even in the dark but maybe we should create some kind of portable sun for people. What do you think ?"

Her piece stops in a crystal cavern and she lowers herself down to look at the board, "oooooh pretty."

Xan looked at AnBas, "Are you day dreaming AnBas ? I do that a lot."