*Daylight had just broke on the planet Darkinst. It was the first out of the three sunrises throughout the day, and about now, most Ploids were awakening. At least, the one's that went to work. As the day went on, it seemed to be buisiness as usual. Birds chirped, bogs barked, people ate food that was bad for them and wondered why they were gaining weight, nothing out of the ordinary. But though it SEEMED ordinary, it was, in fact, one of the most important days of the planet Darkinst's short history.
High above the planet, on one of its moons, there was a being. Not Ploidian, like those below, but similar in structure. The one major difference in the being on the moon and those below him was his aura. While Plodian aura was usually very dim (almost invisible to the naked eye), this being's aura was extremely radiant, almost blinding those who weren't of his holy stature. And while his aura shone brightly, powerful and proud, his mind was in an extreme state of darkness and guilt.
His name was Marxinnian, and he may have started the largest war any God had ever seen.*

(How was that? Needs more?)

((Ok Dan I'll follow you up.))

::Idleyne awoke from her slumber and rolled over in her bed of leaves and flower petals. From her place deep in the forest of her precious world, she could feel the movements of her creations, from the people, the Timas, to the steady growth of her most beloved plants and the fiercest winds across her wide open seas. Every morning was as dreamlike as the visions in her slumber. She rejoiced them all. She lived alone in her palace and her people would come to her with their troubles. If they were in some great need she would go to them, to ease their suffering.::

::Idleyne stood up. She was a giant in her own home, but when she met with her people she shrank to thier size. When she met with her own bretheren, well.. if she met with her own bretheren, she was larger than her own planet, as she was a goddess. Idleyne had rejoiced at her brother Marxinnian's (I assume we're supposed to be related in some way?) desicion to create. It had given her the opportunity to create something of worth. Her other siblings were not so happy. In fact they were angered and began to create their own planets with thoughts of showing up everyone else. Idleyne had created hers to celebrate life.::

::She gave them love, honour, wisdom, skill, nature, wit, laughter and tears, plus a myriad of emotions and adventures in their land, and each was talented in some way. The people of the mountains were fair skinned and fair-haired, beautiful and solemn with the talents of forging, metal work and jewelry. The people of the lowlands and valleys were browner of skin, had many colours among their heads and were merry and worked the fields, hunted, tilled and were the greatest makers of music. The woodland people were dark of skin, black of hair and were keen hunters and adventurers. They devised the traps and protections of the planet and were most in tune with magic. Then there were the people of the seas, firey and proud, quick to anger. They built ships and other crafts of wood and were sailors across the oceans. Each tribe had their warriors, not to defend from each other, but they collected as one to defend their planet if need be. They all worked and lived in harmony. Spats or disagreements were solved with words and contests of skill, not fighting. Not on idleyne's world.::

::Idleyne herself wore garments made of living leaves, flowers and vines that grew and changed on her body. They changed with the seasons. It was summer now and her raiment was lucid green and in full bloom. Her hair trailed the ground as she walked and flowers grew there as well. Berries clung to her temples and over her forehead, and they gave renewed life to any that tasted them. Her hair was of dark brown, the colour of fresh earth, and her eyes were green. She looked out of her window now: panes of glass held in place with vines in her living palace of trees. Another day would bring many new surprises.::

OOC:Yes, we're all basically brother and sister, or however god siblings are. We all have one set of parents, but they are rarely mentioned, as they live on a higher plane than us.

Ander sat in his shrine that his people the Cnidarian's built to honer him. In front of him both the female and the male creatures danced giving praise to him. The atmoshpere was gloomy and dully lit with toxic fumes coming from all directions and lingering in the air. The people's bodies covered in the poison that they secret as a defense and offence, dripped to the ground from their mouths and hands. "hail Ander" The people chanted "the breath of life and death" they repeated over and over again.

Nonexistance was bliss, it had only taken Chronos an eon an eon to relize this. Here, in complete spatial/temporal isolation, his world had advanced in leaps and bounds. His people had evolved over time to be like his own form. They were glowing, gaseous humanoid forms, never fully anchored in the physical world, like undead wraiths. They were the perfect beings. Now they must be put to the test.
Isolation couldn't last forever, Chronos knew that best of all. Besides, he somehow missed his siblings, even though they were inferior to him. He had settled more than one war between them, and his future sight told him it would again be so.
His people had trained long for the moment when they would again be needed. They were valiant, skilled warriors, using their Aetheral nature to great effect in battle. Their weapons only truly existed when they intended to strike, manifesting out of thin air.
He sighed inwardly, and cast the spell that would rejoin him with reality...

Outerworld, an actual hell for those among the living. It's inhabitants live in the most inhosiptable enviornment ever devised, it toughens them. The idea is to train them for hardship and war. Mizzion sat high above the planet on a spinning die (like dice). He had tried to outdo the creations of his siblings when he gave birth to this world and those who live upon it. They were his toys, his children, and above all else his means of recognition. Being one of the youngest siblings, Mizzion was a forgotten presence to all those around him. He wished to use these beings as a way of gaining the attention he desired oh so much. While the beings of OUterworld fought and squabbled, Mizzion slowly crafted their hatred toward one another, attempting to make them war so that they could become the ultimate warriors.


((Two things, Mizzion is now the god of chance as well as logic and weapons, and I'm going to try to make him the villain))

The surface of Zi`agon was barren and bare; nature could not hold any true presence on the planet; decay and pestilance was rampant amongst the desolate plains and stagnant marshlands that made up the latter of the ecosystem. Roadics could consistently be seen erecting obsidian totems adorned with the grusome visage of their master. How pleased Miaylsma was the day he learned the secrets of substantiation. He had always detested mortal races, and what better way to exact one's vengeance on their existance than to have dominion over one's race of mortals! But as they are, they could hardly be considered; no consience, no free will, no soul...they are more abominations than man. But oh! the cries of anguish their bodies produced as their bones were crushed and their blood was drawn coarsing from their veins! The mere thought gave him such pleasure as he reclined in his throne and stroked the blade of his scimitar, allowing the sweet fuild to run down its blade.

((Boo, I'm a villan too))

(( in retrospect, time is probably way too abusable, if you guys don't mind i'll kinda be a moderator/wild card and help out when it looks grim for one particular side))

((Sure, go for it. Check your PMs.))

Were those infernal siblings of his bickering about in their localized probability stream again? Noren sighed, lamenting deeply to himself, obliterating a galaxy. With a chuckle of embarrassment, he reversed the flow of space and time's churning, poking the possibility structure that held this universe together and shook his head in wonder, careful not to destroy a thousand suns in the process. Naturally, Mother and Father kept him from ruining all the outright flow of time that afflicted his other siblings' projects and star systems in the physical universe that they had shovelled matter into to create... But he worried, Mother and Father rarely talked to them after so long in this wonderfully colorful plane, he was beginning to think that they'd moved on past their progencies to muck about in another stream of inexplicably separate possibility forum quasi-semi-versal existance. He had no idea, but, Mother having a certain fondness for him, he didn't question her advanced babbling and simply went about coddling his world, like normal.
Na'almeth, as he liked to call it, was a gas giant, a gravity-well of activity that fueled itself eternally by the constant pull of gravity and the constant burning of materials as they got close to the center (only to be released and gushed, renewed, back into the atmosphere). To give an equal opportunity for his precious Coar'endeti, he made tendencies for the atmosphere to create massive, rock slabs that floated because of the excess gobs of helium that permeated the holes in the rock that floated up to the second layer of the atmosphere. The rock formed by elaborate burning storms that took place in the third layer of the atmosphere, which was thick and fluous methane and arsenic compared to the popular nitrogen oxygen mix that his siblings used for the majority of their people that was particularly easy to situate, before the thin Xenon-Ozone barrier of the outer layer, which nicely kept his people safe from any long-range tampering of matter that they'd set adrift inadvertedly--it saved him the trouble of reversing the time-space flow.
The Coar'endeti were known to each other as simply the Coaren, and as they passed the millenia, Noren slowly adapted them to suit his nature of balance, evolving them so that they could handle almost any environment without sacrificing their personal identity.
The Coar'endeti were simple, simple creatures. They had four spindley legs, that, with a little tugging at the genes, had four flaps of skin that soon became full wings when extended, and at the end of each leg there was a groove wherein lay a massive, four-foot long claw that could extend out of the leg, as the primary defensive mechanism of the Coar'endeti from the many species Noren had quickly and simply evolved into being for ecological stability. They were shaped vaguely like X's, the legs able to turn a full 360' for full flight capability. They walked and flew with these almost effortlessly, their small, round heads jutting out the front of one of the broad sides of the X, with two small, round, wingless pedipalpal forelegs on their face for manipulation of food.
Their society thrived for millions of years, slowly, so slowly, so as to keep their pace steady, developing things in accordance to Noren, who would give a vision to them as their god, evolving the world around them slowly.
He let them machinate with technology, developing first farming techniques, pastures, fences, and balloons for transport from floating rock to floating rock, all means to harvest a specific crop of nutritious and tasty crystals that served as a reserve food when the Coar'endeti couldn't hunt.
Eventually, their society grew to enwrap the planet. And yet they were peaceful, accelerating at that slow, steady pace. They were happy.
Noren glanced at his siblings' planets in a sort of unconcerned curiosity. What were they doing NOW?

(Uh, Pandemonius, I'm God of Balance. ... ... ... That's to make sure one side doesn't out-ass-kick the other. D: And dayum it, I've got the Time-Space time thing... And... Now what I am going to do with this post argh. Because I was going to use your character 'n stuff. ._. )

((hey I have to be a villan..I'm a god of poison......POISON IS NEVER GOOD))

Ander sat upon his stone stoop elevate above the rest sitting with his legs in a criss cross fashion. "Children" Ander spoke in a scratchy demonic voice with acid saliva pouring from his mouth and eating some of the stone away. "Now it is time for us to stand out...and take control againsts my brethren and sisters, far too long have I been over looked as a weakling and nothing more".

Adner arose from his seat standing at a good 15 feet tall. His skin a pale gross green with black marks going up and down. His vains were visable as they trhobbed and pumped toxins through his anatomy. He slowly walked outside and past the worshipers and opened the huge blue doors that the shrine possesed and looked upon his outside world: his creation.

The whole land contained no tree's, all plant life would be impossible to sustain life here. Pools of waste and noxius swamps with gas hanging over the puddles of filth. Visability was almost down to none, yet the Cnidarian's never relied much on sight, but more on sound. The Cnidarian people were an odd race, There are three types all together.

There are the geletonious ones, with stinging tenticals and transparent bodies which excel as the grunts of the planet doing all the dirty work. They have almost no shape and have no language, mindless drones if you will that can double over as substitues in wartime

you have the Cephaloid /humanoid one's which are mostly for war and thinking purposes, They look a lot like squids and octopuses opon human bodies. Some in their life go to the planets army Known as Carcarious to train and gain strength for fighting and defending the inhabitants. Others will go to the schools to learn about math and science to find ways to make technology better on the planet.

Then lastly you have the transportation units, Which are Bug-like creatures that act as a way for the other species to get around.

those three make up the basic structure of the planet, there are other animals that can survive on the harsh planet, but they aren't to charaismatic.

((err sean i'm the goddess of dark emotions.. and hatred.. so if my planet happens to be similar to yours it's only because my nature is dark))

Datraherk peeled her eyes open to see the darkness. Her eyes were deep violet with flecks of red, the cymbal all her people wore. In her nest of cold at the hollow heart of her world, she was able to feel something like content. She had always been shunned by her "family". Even her parents, who paid little attention to any of them, had not enjoyed her company. Her very nature had driven them all off, for she was literally the inventor of the cold shoulder. She took great pleasure in her loneliness while at the same time holding a great smoldering anger along side a pit of jealousy toward her siblings. Her pride craved something to worship her and acknowledge her greatness.
So she had decided, upon discovering her brother's idea, to create something in her own likeness. Something she could possess entirely, mold obsessively. Something that she would never allow to be stolen.
so she created the blue star of k'dael and the seven planets that circled it. The seventh was her greatest creation. Raediean was a small dense world, whose air was bordering on the poisoness level. Its 9 moons and distant position allowed little light to reach it. The seas were deep and filled with monsters, the land masses thick with plants that were carnivorous in nature. On this unforgiving world she had given life to her people.
She was known to her people as the mother. She was a cold distant force that loved in the darkest form of the word. Hers was a love that was obsessive and allowed no failure. Her people led short violent lives, that ensured the survival of only the strongest, smartest and most powerful. She desired, and deserved perfection, and so they fought for the right to be so. Night and day they battled to survive and to gain favor in her fickle eyes. At first there had been several intelligent races, but her true deserving people, the fae'ell, had clawed thier way in to to her heart by killing the others who claimed her as their god. The others had paid the price of their failure: extinction. If the fae'ell ever displeased her they would share the same fate. They knew this exspected no less.
Those of her chosen people that proved themselves truly worthy were allowed to dwell in the relative safety of her temples. There they advanced the culture and technology of their race. Although filled with dangers of a darker more political nature, her temples were paradise in comparison to the outside world. She carefully nurtured the dark nature of her people, but at the same time did what she thought they deserved (at the moment) to advance the species as a whole. After all she wanted her people to be more then savages. She wanted them to be better then any other god or goddess's pets. They would be or they would be eliminated and replaced.
Any who thought of pleading to some other god for mercy were killed without thought. She was jealousy. They lived on her whimsy alone. She was their cold mother and they loved her. They had no choice. They were hers and hers alone. She had so much pride in them she thought showing them to the others below her. She was happy for the moment to just increase their stature as the greatest.

((My race is, well, think of somewhat modern Romans. The language of Arciereza is either italian or similar to italian.))


Arcofeccian sat up in his throne, grinning. His planet, Arciereza was uprising into power. Aside from this, the Arciererians were wealthy, and their moral was made only of splendor.
His army in which he called the "L'esercito di Frecce" was a fierce, honorable, and well organized group of the finest men and women of Arciereza. He was proud, for he had done well.
Few things worried Arco, but one terrified him. Whenever he thought of this topic, he was thrown down into the darkness of his fearful thoughts. The only reason Arciereza had an army was because of this threat alone.
His fellow gods, his brothers and sisters so to say, were his only threat. For if a war broke out, all would be lost or at least close to lost for the grand lands of Arciereza..

(umm...i just kinda realized that heat isn't exactly the best power, so im chinging it to fire and ice, which are basically the same thing, but with a cooler name. Anyway...)

*As he was sitting on his moon, Marxinnian looked to the stars, thinking of his brothers and sisters. "How could I have started this...", he thought, "All I wanted was to create beings to care for. Why can't my siblings see things the same way I do?" He began to worry about what would happen to his creations. He could not let them get hurt. He decided to do something that he forbid himself to do since the Creation. He decided to do something that would rock his people's world.
*He was going to reveal himself, and the existance of his sibling and their planets, to his people for the first time.*

::Idleyne decided to visit, or at least look upon, her siblings and their respective creations. Some of her siblings she did not dare to approach, but others she had a wish to see. She felt that Marxinnian needed some contact as he had started the whole thing. So Idleyne walked through the door in the very last room of her palace, through the "door of light." It was through that doorway she could move between her world and theirs, and also where her people were brought when it was their time. Since the world was so young no one had yet died. Idleyne moved into the reaches of space and spied her brother Marxinnian seated upon a moon that was tied to his planet.::

Dear brother, why look you so sad? I have come to thank you for the chance you've given me to create and make something of worth. Do not worry about the others. Not all of them have dark intentions.

Arco stood, re-reading his ancient scrolls. He had written them when he created Arciereza, they were his basic rules he expected his people to follow. After making a several mistakes within raising the people, he was forced to do it himself. This in fact, is what made his people so powerful. He did.
So, this is why he had to come to his people now. To inform them of the upcoming war. They were a loyal people, who had always shown Arco respect. Hopefully, they would all remain in this manner.
The pale green clouds of Arciereza spread, and the three suns shone brightly. He came to them in the form of their own, but in massive size. He was covered in the finest armor available, but it shined with a beautiful intensity.
"My people! I come to you with information of sadness! A war is breaking out upon the Gods, my siblings! I implore you to follow me into war, for together we shall conquer all threats towards Arciereza!!"
He was honored to hear the sound of cheering, and "hurrahs" throughout the lands. He raised his gigantic fist through the sky, and hollered with pride.
"Let us prepare, for we together will save our home!!"

((Seeing that it will be hard to discribe how the action's happening on the world effect the people through my god's eyes i'm going to once and a while present Raediean through one of her fae'ell's eyes. If this is disagreable i shall change it.))
Datraherk, the one true goddess above all others, the mother of all had chosen to grace one of her temples temple with a message as well as to choose her latest elite. adhaket, was one of the possible new elite to be presented to her. The very thought of her goddess filled her with feelings of love fear and pride. She loved her goddess, feared her wrath, and was proud that she might have a chance of being seen as perfect. Out of 300 new elite only 30 were chosen to actually ascend into the great black temples of stone. Adhaket was in the prime of her life at age 16. Her 4 fore claws were dexterous strong agile and precise. Her strong hind legs had the barest level of fat. She was not over wait that would be seen as laziness, but the fact that she was successful enough to have any fat at all spoke volumes about her skill. She was a fast learner, cunning enough to steal from others, and not get caught. She was stubborn and never backed off from a kill. She granted no mercy. She shared nothing that might give her an advantage. Her black skin, where not covered in bony black plates won of a mer'cket was scarred showing her experience in battle. She had never lost. Her mane was a dark blood red and thick as well as clean, showing her vain side. Her fangs were intact and pristine light blue. Yet it was her four eyes that gave her the highest advantage. They were the color of those the goddess showed them. Such a trait showed up only once every hundred or so years. It marked her as blessed by the goddess. She had power. She grasped her 4 sharp self forged swords and flattened her long thin lizard like body to the ground as low as was physically possible. She strained until it hurt to go even lower.
the sky above the choosing place crackled with violet lightning. She was coming.

Ander let out a mass cloud of vapors hot enough to melt the stone beneath him and took flight to the sky. Spreading all the poisons throught the land and in the air he flew all around to check on his creations. The sky darkened even further then normal, it was a yearly thing which the people of his planet called "The blanketing" which was believed to empower the people for one day to make them do more then they usualy would.

Ander flew ahead and saw all the little creatures working and moving like ants, building, rebuilding and harvesting their food which was really just plant and some forms of fungus. Ander was proud of his race, nobel creatures living day by day, not knowing nor fearing of death. Ander's cloak made of pure gas flowed in the wind as his transparent body glided across the sky viewing and questioning if he should change anything.

As of now his followers were almost complete with the one invention that will help Ander reclaim his pride and dignity of his siblings. For too long has he been seen as nothing but an underling, somehting to throw away, a lesser god. Soon though...all that will change

*"...and so, good people of Darkin, you now know the horror of our plight. Please, spare a few good ploids, to aid in my service. Thank you." The people look stunned at this amazing and glorious sight above them. After the God had stopped speaking, no one made a sound across the entire planet. ".........uh..I'm done." Marxinnian said, somewhat confused by there silence. Eventually, one of them spoke up.
*"So...you claim to be God, right?" Confused, and somewhat offended, he replied, "Uhhh.....yes...yes, I am." "You got any proof?" spoke one ploid, and others began to shout their agreement, with cries of, "Yeah, who died and made you God?", and "As a Phorcianite, I find this extremely offensive!"
*Marxinnian, awestruck at their stupidity, could barely utter out the reply, "What...the...HELL...is WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!? A giant, eminating being appears in the sky, warning you of pain and sufferings ahead, and you ACTUALLY QUESTION IF IT'S TELLING THE TRUTH? Did I make you THAT STUPID?!" This did not go over well with the ploids. They began to riot and loot and steal, claiming it was "the end of the world."
*Marxinnian saw he had a lot of work to do.*

Chaos sat on his throne watching over his world. he had destroyed planets from all over his part of the galaxy and integrated all species on this one world, matrixa. he had changlings that looked like reptiles, the nameks from planet namek((duh)) and the saiyans from planet vegeta. he held martial arts tournaments to train the warriors of his planet. there were also many other races on the planet such as the tuffles who could inhabit the bodies of wounded enemies and take control of them. those races lived on one half of the planet....while machines, androids that rebelled against their human owners lived on the other half. the two civilizations coincided peacefully and never fought, but lately the two civilizations were at an unrest and chaos knew not what to do. he felt a disturbance in all the galaxies.....and he knew.....war was upon them.

The cheering had finally haulted, and Arco returned to his place in the heavens. He felt pity for the people he had grown. They would fight for him when they barely knew any details of any kind! He had obviously done well with them, in a certain sense.
Suddenly, he heard a voice. People had paid him respect by praying, but none had ever asked to see him.
"I need you speak with you in person. It is of a very important matter."
The man's name was Corag, a young man who Arco knew had a brave and courageous soul. Arco smiled as he started to uprise his powers. Corag flew up from his place on the ground, and tumbled up through the clouds. He found himself on the beautiful tiled floors of Arco's palace.

"You wished to see me, young Arcierezan?"
It had been easy to see Corag was dumbstruck by such an event, yet he continued to speak. As if he was still praying.
"I want to lead men in this war, for I have ideas that many have never dared to touch upon. Though, what I really wish to know, is what this war is really about."

Arco nodded his head in a wise manner, gathering his thoughts. In the matter of a half an hour, Arco had explained each and every detail to Corag. The young warrior had listened to each word and savored it. As if it was his first drop of water after being stranded for many agonizing days! When Arco had finished, Corag spoke up.

"That is ridiculous! You had almost never informed our people of other gods amongst yourself! Why do you keep it a secret from us? Aside from this, why are the gods fighting?"

"Listen to what I'm about to say. For what I will now speak, will truly be your benefit."

Corag nodded, anxious to hear it.

"Immortality and God-like abilities are far different from maturity. Gods seem to become more child-like as the years pass, but Mortals tend to learn. This is what causes these wars my friend, and this is what causes many others."

Corag did not respond this time around. He became nervous and unsteady, looking like he could be destroyed any minute.

"Would you like to be immortal, Corag?"

The man nodded slowly, as if his brain had frozen over.

"Then you shall be!!" Arco's voice boomed, as he granted this power over Corag. He realized his powers could only allow one mortal to become immortal. The only other way to have a new immortal being was to obtain a son..

(I'll continue it in the next post.)