AnBase-Lyr flies down from the cloud and lands near to and the left of Xan.
"Nothing is wrong with me. This is how I look." he gives a sad sigh as he realizes that his form is not exactly the same as the Lyr.

The Lyr confer amongst themselves:

He makes me think of I don't know it's something cold but I like the cold
I think we offended him
He is a brother in need, he has stories on his talons
He seems unhappy
Do you think that is his child? They are very different.
No, he is twisted but one of us.
Is he one of us? But he came from somewhere else...
None of us have ever been somewhere else...
Perhaps we should go...?
Perhaps there are others...?

Then one of the other black-winged Lyr, this one apparently male, with great volumes of cascading be-feathered hair and a particularly sharp nose, flies closer to AnBas. Don't be dismayed. When we were created, you must have been last and lost, but the wind brought you back now...

The female Lyr who has been playing with Xan--laughing to catch the mammoth!--also seems inclined to be a little alarmed of AnBas, but she makes a soothing clicking in the back of her throat. If the wind brought you you must be good because the wind helps us fly. She flirts her wings. Do you want to see who can get to the bottom of the mountain fastest?

They are extremely not suspicious, the Lyr...

Xan thinks, "I bet I could, but then it would really hurt hitting the bottom. I already fell today, so I would rather not but we could still race because it is fun and I love to have fun." Xan's little trunk trumpeted a bit.

*smiles as best as he can in Lyr form* "Thank you.  Your kindness and acceptance will always be remembered."

Anbas attempted to bless the Lyr, so that when it was their time to die they would always have a gentle and peaceful end.

This works. When it is any Lyr's time to die, fate will always bend it so that the death of each is as gentle and peaceful as possible.

The problem is that each Lyr becomes aware of their future death. Freezing to death, dying in their sleep, dying from a numbing poison, slowly bleeding to death, death by drinking too much fermented fruit juice, from magic, from disease...

The Lyr will be very lucky when it comes to avoiding violent, painful deaths.

And very UNlucky when it comes to trying to avoid gentle, peaceful deaths.

And each of them becomes very, very vaguely aware of it. Eating the wrong thing... getting cut... feeling cold... being half-awake... being asleep... something about magic...

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Sensing a miracle being placed Xan couldn't help but bless the Lyr as well. That they would always have a youthful energy and enjoyment of the world. Playing games, learning, etc.


08:53, Today: Xan rolled 7 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 4,1.  Create Blessing.
Token Spent

This works. The Lyr will always be fun-loving, enjoying the world around them with a playful zest and energy.

...The only thing is, it makes them a bit reckless. They'll try anything once (well maybe the first time was a fluke? Better try it twice?), and the temptation to do something that they think might turn out well is very hard for them to resist (especially since luck seems to watch over them when it comes to actually dying painfully)...

Xan giggled and ran along playing with the crow like Lyr and enjoying herself.
She had found some new friends and it made her feel happy to have met them.

Now, how does everybody's favourite (the only) Deity of the Skies, Lord of the Heavens, Storms, All Things That Fly, with their lightning-crackle attitude and their tempestuous heart react to all of this blessing of their new creation?

Pretty well, all things considered. They look on with curious indulgence, for now. The other gods aren't revealing themselves, though who knows what the Lyr will tell their children and their children's children and so on about the time a stranger came to the First Lyr, all black-clad and haunted and sad, with a little joyful mammoth in their shadow.

Lyric nudges Noric. "You're slow, brother. I wanted you to have first crack."

Now, the Lyr's mountain peak cliff-side waterfall chasm-heavy place is not particularly mammoth-frolic friendly, but the brave female Lyr does her best... And then another couple join in the games...

"...I am slightly better at making new things than I am at blessing others..." says Noric. He doesn't want to mess this up...

(09:22, Today: Noric rolled 7 using 2d6+2 ((2,3)).)

Oh dear.

Noric attempts to make some nice caves for the Lyr to sleep in when they're tired, or when the weather's rainy or blizzardy or whatever weather does up in mountaintops, he doesn't really know...

And he does. Many nice open caves open up, with lots of nice dry caverns and perch-y places and great wide places to make a nest if that's their thing...

...But the problem is, he makes it a whole cavern system that goes down and connects to the cavern system below... and something else shows up, too... The Zareb, the whirling dust people. The Zareb are silicon life-forms who look like columns of spinning dust and sand... and tunnels are their natural home... particularly these new tunnels that open high up...

"Caves !" Xan had a new place to run and play much better then a mountain side.

"Come on friends !" She bugled more from her trunks and charged along through the tunnels happy to be alive and free and young.

Lyric floats very tentatively into just the mouth of the cave. Lyric does not really like to be away from their element, even if it means a visit to their brother's realm. Still, Lyric is pleased by the accomodations, and the Lyr are also curious. When the little mammoth runs in, the braver Lyr also go in, while the others keep watch (they don't watch for dangers, per se, still being new, but then again they now have a conception of death...).

Lyric zips out of the caverns (there I did it I explored) and loftily says to Noric, "I approve, my brother. I will return the favor with something for your Arys Tal." But then AnBas is a distraction. Lyric drifts closer to the grim 'Lyr,' eyes going a tarnished storm hue. They say, "Fellow God, I would have you come with me," rather haughtily. "Will you fly this way?"

And Lyric drifts out over one of the particularly steep cliffs, hovering to see whether AnBas will follow before... well, before showing the God of Death whatever it is they have decided to show AnBas...

"...There is no need for hurry, my sister..." says Noric. If Lyric does reciprocrate, Noric hopes she does a better job than he feels he (and Xan, and AnBas) just did...

Since he's no longer in a physical form, Noric, curious, keeps an eye prepared to see what Lyric is going to show AnBas...

In reply to Lyric (msg # 158):
*smiles* "Certainly, Xan seems to be in safe company for now." he flies over to Lyric. "Lead on God of the Sky." he says with deference.

"Keep up, if you can!" Lyric wants to race-y racerace so Lyric races! Circling back should Death ever fall behind, but ain't that the thing about Death? You can't quite lose it no matter how hard you try.

They go far from the mountain. They go toward the sun as it sets, across a great lake the color of tarnished silver. There a river, all brightly illumined by the sunlight. Has night even dared be invented yet? It's all flat lands but the way the river twists around, islands in the lake--maybe it's a bit skull and snake like.

Here Lyric looks around with great (smug) satisfaction and says, “This place reminds me of you, so make people here now. It is only fair that I have something of yours to bestow a gift upon, as you bestowed a gift upon my Lyr.”

AnBase smiles as he races with Lyric, always just behind her like a shadow.  After all, it isn't her time yet, so it makes sense that Death does not catch the God of the Sky this day.  He frowns with that passing thought, but smiles as they arrive at this destination.

*Chuckles* "For you Sky God, I shall try.  But creation is not my best skill"

AnBas concentrates and attempts to create a new peoples that reflect the island and lakes.
17:23, Today: AnBas rolled 6 using 2d6-1 ((4,3)). 2nd Token Used.

Meanwhile Xan is playing Hide and Seek with the Lyr in the caves and having the time of her life !

(There's a sun, and the planet rotates, so there's night, but no moon nor stars yet.

Night is currently very dark.)







AnBas creates the (as-yet not officially named) cobra people.

(Cobra people
--venomous
--fast
--cold-blooded
--intelligent
--carnivorous
--can see in the dark
--GM is waiting on AnBas to name them officially
--they don't actually have clothing nor weapons yet, that was just the best representative pic I could find
--other details to be revealed at later time (which is true of the Zareb too))

(Forgot to mention earlier:

Cobra people
--Also amphibious, but only for fresh water, not salt water

AnBas looks upon his creation the Slitherkin and then turns to the Sky God Lyric "Well, I did warn you I am not very good at creation." *smiles* "But they are fit for the area at least."

“They’re not as nice as the Lyr, but I don’t see any reason to dislike them. What will you call them? What will you call them to do?,” Lyric says, loftily. "What did you want them to be? If you don't like them, shall we destroy them and you can use the parts to begin again?"

Lyric watches the slitherkin with curiosity, sending a very gentle breeze to rustle (hiss) through the river-side and lake-side grasses, copying the undulations a cobra people might make through the water or on the land.

Wanders out of the caves, "Hey, where did everyone go ?"

In reply to Lyric (msg # 167):

"No, we shall not destroy them.  It is not their time yet." he says in a kind voice.
"We shall see what they do.  Now that they live, their lives are their own."
He remains flying as he looks at Lyric, "But I am hesitant to show them to Xan, especially in her current form."

*smiles* at Lyric.  "I look forward to see what blessing you bestow upon the Slitherkin."

"Ah Ha they must be hiding from me !"

Runs into the cave sniffing with her trunk and giggling.

"I'm going to get you !"

Xan goes deeper and deeper, until it is quite dark. If she weren't a deity, she wouldn't be able to see at all.

But she does find... something. Three somethings, actually. Pillars of sand, columns that don't reach the ceiling, shifting and rotating and sort of blowing and spinning, each in one spot.

"...What... is it...? What is this thing...?" says one of the sandy, spinning columns...
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