Xan relaxes.

She looks happy again.

"That is a good way to describe us, beginning and end."

"We are?"
"There are bigger Arys Tal?"




"Really? We have a few children. I think most of them are down below."




"Yes?"

Xan bobs her head at the Arys Tal's question.

"Your friendlier though."

"Where are the big ones?"

"Are they very big?"

"Are they scary?"

Xan looks to AnBas, "He could explain better. I tried to talk to them and they completely ignored me. I was sad."

Lyric stays hiding behind Noric and Yes? he says and Lyric whispers a secret thought  although they drift upward a little; enough to seem to rest their elbows on Noric’s head and rest their chin on their hands. Their hair continues to billow like clouds do and there’s a fizzle-ozone taste of lightning in the air.

After assessing AnBas and Xan a little further, Lyric says, "Greetings, then. That is what you are. But what have you done? My brother Noric is the Lord of Earth the Heart of Stone the Unmovable One the Wrathful One and he has created these things and they think. What about you?"

My brother is the best and you two have a ways to go, seems to be the implication. Lyric is a rather tempestuous, challenging and not necessarily very mature deity this near the beginning and in this aspect.
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"I got to play with mammoths and other animals ! Oh and made some people to help build a home." She seems more proud of the playing with mammoths feat.

*smiles* "Sadly, I am not good at creating things.  The Mountain Giants are similar to these 'Arys Tal' but made of the stone of a mountain.  They are alive, because I know when they each will end, but currently they don't seem to be as advanced as these." points to the Arys Tal.

"They range from 6 feet to 15 feet in height and communicate through roars. " *grins* "Xan, here, is much better at creating things than I.  She created helpers to create our home a ways away in a mountain. They are more advanced than my Mountain Giants."

"Mammoths are fine for things that cannot fly," Lyric says loftily, but their eyes have gone to an easy Spring-sky noonday blue. "I like blowing their hair back," and Lyric laughs after, QUITE LOUDLY, very well-amused at whatever mental image that conjures, and there's a whirl-whisk of wind in the area where the gods have gathered and speak around the Arys Tal. Lyric smiles when AnBas says Noric's little crystal people are more advanced than the Mountain Giants and whisks away from Noric to float somewhat more near Xan. "Have they finished your home? What will you do with them now?"

Xan smiles, "I like when their hair blows in the wind too !"

Xan shakes her head, "No it will take some time. They like to play and enjoy themselves but some are more serious and get them to work again."

"He? He whom?"




"Who are you talking to?"




"Miss? Xan? Hello? Are there other gods here...?"


Xan remembers that the Arys Tal can't see or hear the other gods unless they change form or something...

Xan nods, "Yes."

She then smiles, "They are just shy."

"What are they the gods of? What do they look like? What're their pronouns?"

"Could you all appear, please. I would rather have them answer for themselves."

*smiles* "I'm not sure what you mean Xan?  I am as I have always been." he is confused.

"Take form, so that these nice people can see you."

She motioned around to the Aryas Tal.

Ponders this a moment and then tries to "Disguise Self" to appear as he sees himself (Angel Form).
OOC: 11:03, Today: AnBas rolled 8 using 2d6 ((5,3)). For Disguise Self - Angel Form.


"Is this better?" he says after he thinks he changed

Lyric scowls. "No. I already sent them messengers to tell about me and they have not implored me for so much as a scrap of information, only going on among themselves about what does this mean. Have they thought to properly ask, by, um, uh, offering something pretty for the sky? No. So they must figure the rest out for themselves."

It is, of course, monstrously unfair of Lyric to expect her brother's creations to, after being told scraps of myth by a flock of parrots, to just naturally come up with the idea to implore Lyric the sky-deity for help, but Lyric is not always a very reasonable deity.

Lyric floats up, further away from the ground. "Farewell, brother! Your sister enjoys your creations." Their tone is a mingling of sullen they're okay I guess and actual wonder and jealous awe. "Farewell for now, Youth and Death!"

Xan bobs her little head, "Perfect."

Then to the Arys Tal, "This is my friend AnBas !"

She then pouts, "Lyric is leaving. Bye Lyric, I hope we meet again."

AnBas appears as a large Arya Tal, but it's... kind of unnerving: very spiky, very thin, very cracked, holding a big hammer.

Most of the Arys Tal run away (well, as fast as they can run. They aren't the fastest runners in the world).

Three stay, but they're scared. "...That... is your... friend...?" an orange one asks Xan. "He looks... dangerous...?"

Lyric returns to the heavens and their home in the sky, where pillars seem to rise forever, bordered by stars and light and clouds, and it's all grandeur, grandeur, constantly moving grandeur. Lyric flings their lightning crown into a cloud, and the whole thing lights up, shaky with thunder.

Then Lyric rolls up their sleeves (they have sleeves now, for this reason alone) and, after finding what seems like a decent enough spot on the world below, lots of high cliffs and sweeping plains, they set about Creating. They want a thinking people (who they will teach to be properly reverent, of course), and a pretty one. They like winged creatures so maybe they'll give these people wings.

Lyric gets thoroughly lost in the process.

Lots of noises from the sky. Boom. Crash. Shake.

11:19, Today: Lyric rolled 12 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 6,4.  Create. BLUSTER! STOMP! I'ma make my OWN people.

"I know, many people are scared of him, I was too but he is nicer then he looks."

She looked around the Aryas Tal that stayed.

"Should I get your friends ? They are running away ?"

*smiles* "No, let these three become comfortable around me, then they can convince the others that it is safe."

The orange Arya Tal to Xan: "Um, no... we'll... talk to them later... I hope..."

The orange Arya Tal to AnBas: "...Um... Hello... AnBas...?"

The remaining Arys Tal all look ready to run...

Xan nods to them.

"I like to make friends, hopefully we can become friends." She says to the orange Aryas Tal.

"I would like to give you a gift !" She puts a game that the Aryas Tal would really enjoy into their minds.



10:15, Today: Xan rolled 9 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 5,2.  Create game for Aryas Tal.