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And there came a time when the maker of worlds grew weary. His existence, though timeless, has stretched him across millennia and galaxies, wearing his essence to little more than a glint in the vast emptiness of the cosmos. He had created, destroyed, and ventured through all the cycles of being and non-being. Countless worlds had come to life by his hand. His heart he poured into all that rose up, but as his essence began to fade, he would desire one last creation. He would desire one last world to shine with the light of eternity, his being forever imprinted onto its image.
And so, in his last great act of creation, he divided himself up and brought forth entities each bearing aspects of himself. Light and dark. Life and death. Time and eternity. Change and stagnancy. Warmth and cold. Love and hatred. From the most vast of aspects, to the most specific and minute, he brought forth a cohort of creators to live on in his legacy, forging the way for one last world to come to life.
These beings knew not of what they would create, nor how they would do so. They knew only each other, sensing familiarity amidst their ranks. For each was unique, but bore a past of unity that could never be forgotten. They appeared only in essence, before an empty world. The creator waited until the earth god had forged a massive planet of stone before he left to them one last gift. The creator summoned and blessed a great hall made of starlight and called it their own before his departure into the void. Here, they would venture to the nameless world and build an abode upon the sacred land. As time would pass, their urge to create would grow, and with this urge would come forth the last eternal land, forged by the might of the creator's last task, and by the hands of his children.
Our story begins, in a world with no name, among a cohort of gods and goddesses given the power to manifest their will. Each bears a unique nature, given to them by their Father, but all have yet to explore this nature and bring to fruition their ability to create, to build, and to grow. With their first steps out from their abode, they looked out upon the empty, nameless expanse, and with the will of their hearts and souls, began the making of the last eternal world.
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As the children of the great maker entered into the nameless world and took refuge in their abode, halls made of starlight and strong, mighty stone to keep out the outside world, they would peer out at an empty world. At this time there was only a hard, stony mass, created by the god of earth.There was no wind, no clouds, no weather, no life. There was nothing but stone and still seas. There was no music, no sound, save for the voices of the gods and goddesses. There was no night and no day. Nothing in this world changed, it was immortal in its lifelessness. All there was, was water, and stone, and an eternal stillness.
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Goddess of Fertility, Flora, and Fauna
Domain: Birth, bounty, fertility, flora, fauna, disease.
God of Darkness, Night, Void, and Corruption
Domain: Darkness, shadow, void, hatred, destruction, pain, the night.
Goddess of Passion, Heat, Fire, and Love
Domain: Fire, heat, warmth, love, passion, the sun, the day, volcanos.
God of Preservation, Ice, and Cold
Domain: Fortitude, ice, cold, preservation.
Goddess of Time, Seasons, and Change
Domain: Seasons, change, time, sunrise/sunset, orbits, circadian rythyms.
Goddess of Streams, rivers, and freshwater
Domain: Freshwater, trickery, playfulness, rivers, and streams
God of Oceans, tides, and the abyss
Domain: Tides, the moon, currents, rain
Goddess of Storms, wind, and air
Domain: Storms, air, wind,
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