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Post by wanderingmagus on Sept 25, 2014 21:44:55 GMT
OOC: innofwanderers.freeforums.net/thread/204/pony-cosmology-dawn-oocInfo: innofwanderers.freeforums.net/thread/203/pony-cosmology-dawn-info-threadSign-up: innofwanderers.freeforums.net/thread/202/pony-cosmology-dawn-sign"WAKE." In the Beginning was the Word. "Wake". You have no memory before that. You wake, knowing Who You are, and What You are. Your personality is formed, Your speech and abilities innate and majestic, but Your memories begin with that one Word. You are Shapers, and Your purpose is to Shape the World that is Creation. This is the Dawn of Time. Before You is the Void, and in its midst, a Plane, empty, shapeless, awaiting Your Shaping and Will. |
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Post by Clockwork on Sept 25, 2014 22:24:47 GMT
The creature that had came to be hung in the void, its burning skin a searing light in the everdark.
The cracks and crevices in its skin, no, its armour flared, crackling flames licking through to escape into the...nothing.
It was not even dark, it was a lack of dark, what was dark? Not the thing it was stranded within. Fire was what it was made of, and these plates.
They were cooling, the cracks buring brighter through them.
Unacceptable.
The creature of fire and black armour moved, forelegs aching for grip, hind legs cantering for balance. It tumbled in the not-dark.
It felt powerless, it felt confused...
It felt...angry!
Contorting and thrashing in newly found rage and vigor, whatever the two of those were, the creature found a hoofhold in the void.
It landed in the void, if that were possible. Void, yes, it sounded empty, empty not like he. He? Yes, yes he was he. The first he. The only he.
He saw a patch of rock, floating in the abyss. Another empty word, but the void was now not a void, for it had he and the giant flat rock!
Investigate, travel, traverse...
There was another word, a word that he seemed to relish.
Conquer.
Yes. He would conquer this patch of rock. He would make it his.
But who is he? He was not him or his, what if another came known as he? He needed something, and his inner fury brought a word.
No.
A name.
Trailing firey hoofprints, he made towards the flat of rock across the void.
But he was not he.
For he was Magmaximus.
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Post by laserbolt on Sept 25, 2014 22:31:41 GMT
Dig, dig, find, dig, dig, nothing to dig, must find.... heat. Over... there.
A crack opened next to Magmaximus, and something strange peeked out, staring at him with its glowing yellow eyes, and sharp, glinting teeth. Its fingers pried open the universe to see inside. "YOU. WHO ARE YOU. WHAT ARE YOU. WHAT DO YOU BRING TO ME."
The crack closed.
The crack opened, on the war god's other side, staring out onto the flat expanse.
"YOU BRING ME THIS. IT IS A GOOD GIFT. THANK YOU. YOU SHALL BE REWARDED. WHO ARE YOU."
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Post by Clockwork on Sept 25, 2014 23:04:40 GMT
Dig, dig, find, dig, dig, nothing to dig, must find.... heat. Over... there. A crack opened next to Magmaximus, and something strange peeked out, staring at him with its glowing yellow eyes, and sharp, glinting teeth. Its fingers pried open the universe to see inside. "YOU. WHO ARE YOU. WHAT ARE YOU. WHAT DO YOU BRING TO ME."The crack closed. The crack opened, on the war god's other side, staring out onto the flat expanse. "YOU BRING ME THIS. IT IS A GOOD GIFT. THANK YOU. YOU SHALL BE REWARDED. WHO ARE YOU."Magmaximus turned sharply at the disturbance of the void, missing the source before it appeared beside him. This thing was talking. It talked of bringing it something. Was it bold enough to think Magmaximus was...bringing it the rock? Magmaximus had barely arrived there, its surface now large enough to spot disturbances on the ground. The grey, lifeless ground. That emotion, fury again. Searing heat burned in his neck as he spoke, Magmaximus' first words like hot steel in the void. "Bring you? I brought you nothing!" the fiery being spoke, glaring back into the eyes of the thing in the crack "Who are you to dare assume I bring you anything? I am Magmaximus, he of fire and black armour! Face me fully, thing of the cracks, and speak loud your name!" |
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Post by laserbolt on Sept 25, 2014 23:37:54 GMT
A hiss of steam escaped from the rocks, blowing in the fire god's face, as a cackle burst forth from the rift. "THEN WHO IS IT WHO BRINGS ME THIS GIFT. YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE HERE." The crack closed again, only to be ripped open in the fire god's chest. The creature peeked out up at him. "I AM MUER'MATT. I AM FROM THE CRACKS. I AM FROM BELOW." Once more the crack closed, with another cackle. There was no opening left in Magmaximus. The creature tore a spot through the ground. "NO. I AM NOT FROM THE CRACKS. I AM NOT FROM BELOW." The ground began to fissure, and scar, and momentarily, light and heat shot up through it, before stopping. "I AM THE CRACKS. I AM BELOW. I CLAIM THIS GIFT FOR MUER'MATT, WHO IS ME."
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Post by ProfBellPepper on Sept 26, 2014 1:53:37 GMT
Quite a time passed since Magmaximus and Muer'matt first contacted. There was still no shape to the lifeless ground and the infinite minds of the pantheon wondered. More briefly then could be said to have happened at all, about what could be beyond their omnipotent greatness.
The thought left the collective's mind quickly, with their knowing that there could be nothing outside of where he could be. But even as the minute concept left Their vast faculties; a seed, smaller than could even be considered a paradigm was planted. It stayed where it was, germinating, aggregating until it threatened to become Something.
"LEAVE ME" They decreed as a whole. And so the tiny idea left its home of the mind and, now free to be its own, assumed the form of Columbi. Incarnation of Outward Thought and the Pursuit of Truth.
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Post by Mind Games on Sept 26, 2014 5:02:37 GMT
Zepheros. That name, my name, surges into my mind the second I exist, as if I was created from that name alone. But I am more than that. I am a Shaper. And I am going to make a universe. ----------------------- I can feel four other presences already. Two are relatively nearby, one is a bit... spread out, but more concentrated near those other two, and the fourth... seems to be everywhere. ((Right now, he looks like a sky- blue Alicorn with cloudy wings, a horn made of lightning,can a mane and tail that look like flowing water)) |
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Post by laserbolt on Sept 26, 2014 20:49:03 GMT
Magmaximus can see something twitch inside the crack, and Muer'matt lets out a hiss, glaring in the direction of the creature off in the distance. "WHAT IS IT. IT SMELLS LIKE... HSSSSSSSS." His claws grab the edges of the tear, and pull it shut. A mountain sprouts up in the distance, with cracks running out from it.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Sept 27, 2014 3:01:06 GMT
From the void a pulse began to beat. The rithum like that of a heart. From the pulse a form took shape. The first of her kind, a mother for all who would accept her.
More to herself then aloud she says, "What I be? A mare? No that not it. A female to care for all? No not that either. Ah! I am a mother! My name is.....Venusia. Yes, that is what I am."
Venusia begins to look for others like herself.
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Post by laserbolt on Sept 27, 2014 13:45:11 GMT
Muer'matt scabbered around silently in his cave outside of the universe. His spine shivered with the introduction of the two newest... ones. They were so... transparent. It made him sick, nauseous.
A flat, circular bit of ceramic fell from seemingly nowhere. A man, glowing in the dark of the planet, stepped forward and picked it back up. He turned, and looked, trying to find the others. "This should be the place." He took out a folded up piece of paper, and stared at it. "Yup, this is it. Where are the rest of them?"
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Post by Mind Games on Sept 27, 2014 19:58:35 GMT
I felt another presence begin to exist, and I instinctively called out, "Hello?"
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Sept 27, 2014 21:11:06 GMT
Venusia says, "We can sense you, but we can not see you. Where you be?"
Venusia begins to head towards where the voice came from, trying to find its source.
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Post by laserbolt on Sept 27, 2014 21:53:35 GMT
The glowing man sighs, and sits down, waiting for things to come to him. They usually do.
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Post by Mind Games on Sept 27, 2014 21:55:03 GMT
Something on my head starts crackling and sparking, then emits a steady yellow glow."I'm over here!"
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Post by laserbolt on Sept 28, 2014 1:48:33 GMT
The man looked up toward the light, grinned, and waved. He dissolved, and a woman made of glittering golden coins, wrapped in a red party dress, appeared next to Zephoros. She raised an eyebrow. "Did I not get the memo or something? Are we all supposed to look like this?"
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