Jarrok's massive form shimmered into being inside the Eternal Realm, next to Durehan. He had seen his brother's gift, and wished to repay him. Holding up the hand in which he smashed the crystaline orb, he plucked a single shard that had stayed lodged in his palm. Green and purple in hue, it sparkled with posiblity and the power within it. He held it out towards Durehan, 'Thank you'. The words rumbled, as shifting stone and falling rock, deep and slow.
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Turning to Durehan while looking like a flying brown leather-bound book, Perenna thanked her brother for the moons. "These give us ample opportunity to let our creativity flow."

Durehand gave a nod of thanks to Jarrok, accepting one of the shards, then another nod to Perenna as he addressed the others in turn.


"While we may work in shared concert on this new world, perhaps even in contest in terms of interests at some point, I felt this would be a good means for us to have our own private area to do as we wish. But still close at hand so that we might keep a watchful eye on what has been wrought and continue our efforts. Shape them as you individually wish, of course," he noted.

In reply to Plutocrus (msg # 19):

"It is far Easier to not Achieve something then it is to Achieve Something. Bet your cards on the losers of conflict, choose Weak Cards if you do manage to win, Squander your power instead of Enhance yourself. It isn't an 7 to 1 odds, it's far less then that. Even if you were to lose hqoever you'd still be gaining the possession of Omega which is a benefit all by itself.   "

As Cungto listened all he could think was, six, six, six, number of the die.</Orange>"I am listening, to all proposals, "</Orange> Turning to the other wager, </Orange> "I will accept the Bet for The Bear to Win Omega. If I can sponsor myself in turn." </Orange>

In reply to Thackus (msg # 18):


Bjornrogn looks long at Thackus, his deep brown eyes like pools of water endless deep, yet piercing in their discernment.  At last he speaks, his deep voice ponderous and slow.  "All.. that.. is.. built.. must.. have.. a.. foundation.". After a long pause for Thackus to think on his answer, he continues.  "Now.. I.. have.. a.. question.. for.. you..". He states.  "Why.. did.. you.. create.. the.. Charm.. and.. Words.. to.. limit.. the.. Power.. I.. put.. in.. to.. Existence..?"

In reply to Bjornrogn (msg # 25):

"Ah. I did no such thing, wise Bjornrogn. I can't recreate your same own magic. This magic is the Charm Of Making."
"What this Charm of Making does is shape magic instantaneously. What I basically did was mine your raw magic like a gold vein of other planes."
"Spell casting and incantations are meant for gaining knowledge and power over the Cosmos."
"Since your power is boundless I didn't believe you would object to me borrowing a small portion of it, for this single Charm. I used both your raw Magic and my own life force."
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In reply to Thackus (msg # 26):

Bjornrogn thinks long on the words of Thackus, his deep brown eyes seeming to drink the meanings of Thackus' words in to fathomless wella.  Then, Like a deep river, with unseen currents, his ponderous voice speaks.  "An.. interesting.. thought.., Father.. of.. Spells..." . He pause, letting the depth of his words settle upon Thackus.  "A.. hasty.. ACT.., but.. worthy.". He thinks again, judging Thackus with his piercing eyes.  Then, after long thought, he speaks.  "I.. have.. not.. finished.. crafting.. that.. Power...  Its.. force.. is.. yet.. a.. fraction.. of.. what.. it.. will.. be..."

After their conversation, the two mage gods, went about their own days for a while. Returning to the Eternal Realm, both they and the other assembled had later agreed to unite as one. The Pantheon. All gods. The one assembly of gods. Thus, it was the world below's destiny to worship and pay obeisance to these. Thackus, Creator of Souls was the Arbitor. The one who had come to the conclusion, that all the gods join as one. Yet all gods did not agree. Not yet.

This was not just good for his own personal agendas. Nor was it merely for the good of the Cosmos it'self, yet, it was good for all. At first, through much inner deliberation, Thackus knew that this Order, the Cosmic Order should rightfully reign over the material universe, and beyond, as well.

Thackus was arrogant but not a fool. He would rightfully invoke the name of the great AO. The Ancient One. "Ancient One, I implore you, please, let down your blessings upon us."
"I, Thackus, partition you, please become our All Father. Please guide us in our destiny, as gods over the Cosmos."

"Yet, I request the words of the others. Those who have not yet given voice to this Council of the Gods."
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 _{The spirit of AO swept down from the place where Gods come from then}
^{and took a shadowy shape, for he encompassed all and all was darkly lit still...}

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 "I am ETERNITY, the Alpha and Omega..."


        The Ancient One pauses before each of the deities, assessing their wills and the balance they eschew both within
and towards one another. "Young Deities, be welcome in this Void, for it is yours, granted you by your
All-Father. Respect this gift and you will have my blessing for all time, always..."


        Then he sweeps up to look down upon the assembledge of Godly creatures, then did the voice of AO boom
across the skies "Speak now your oath of Pantheon! For in this oath lies all creation, breaking it will in turn,
break creation ... However in it, powerful rewards! Pledge now your Oath!"


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"I pledge my sacred honor, to the Council Of Gods. My honor towards the Great All Father, and to the glory of the Cosmos."
"May I Council the gods, and the mortals below, my wisdom, my knowledge, and my magic."

"I, Durehan, will also pledge myself to this Pantheon. A joining of will and power for the betterment of creation and what wonders we bring forth over time. To let our combined strength shape a greater existence," Durehan spoke up as well, lending his voice to the growing consensus.

"I Cungto God if Gamblers, and Games. Luck, and Misfortune. say sure why not to the proposal. And place my hand in the ring.  "

"The Wealth and Financial Acumen of Plutocrus shall likewise be pledged to this cause."

"I pledge the changes my power brings to the Pantheon." For this vow, Perenna takes the shape of a musk ox.

Bjornrogn thinks long on this pledge, before uttering the words that will construct the binding of it.  "I.. pledge.. my.. support.. to.. this.. Council.. of.. Gods.. as.. a completely.. equal.. member.., for.. so.. long.. as.. my.. pledge.. is.. reciprocated...". His deep, heavy, voice ponderous as he speaks.

  "Then it is done!"

  "Like ACTs what's done can never be undone, though your paths may diverge, your pledge must always remain."

 AO conjures a realm for the gods to relax in. A large garden composed of the new trees and grasses and all their ilk to grow in small clusters here and there, using an expertly trained eye for design. It provided a stone-hewn forum in the center from which the gods may counsel and reign.

   AO then retreats to the place where gods are born to await new ACTs.
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Turning into a white tiger, Perenna laid herself upon the floor and purred contently. "What changes we have brought in such little time! I heartily applaud each of you."

A contained storm appeared, "Hello My brothers and sisters. I have finally come to see the Eternal Realm." The storm seemed to look around, then gave a contented sigh, before continuing "The world has grown much and I'm impressed with how it is going."

In reply to Ayrmith (msg # 38):

"Me too. I'm Thackus, the god of wisdom, knowledge and magic."
"Ayrmith, it's glad to see another sibling has not fallen."

The storm around Ayrmith paused, then Ayrmith looked at Thackus, “I think it was a lot closer then I would like to think about. I started with a focus on the air, and now I’m trying to grow into something more.” The storm started to return, “I thought that giving all the creatures emotions was interesting, I’m not sure how that will help them in the future. I understand higher intelligence life forms, but how does that help the Squirrels, or the Firebirds?”

In reply to Ayrmith (msg # 40):

It will ease them into higher phases of Evolution. Rather than a god guiding them directly through their power, perhaps this is a gift to Ao to further the species over long periods of time?

Ayrmith’s form seem to flicker for a moment as he thought, looking through the mortal world. “I see that you and the other gods, have taken creation slowly working on each step carefully and maliciously. Building the foundation for evolution, with only a few creatures created already fully developed.”
Ayrmith’s form returned as he spoke again, “Perhaps I have rushed my plans for the slimes. Or perhaps I didn’t prepare the path in the world for the slimes to become what I wanted.” He nodded as he kept speaking, “I’m not sure if I can stay true to this plan to watch the world develop mainly through evolution, though I think I can try…” His tone shifting to a hint of uncertainty mixed with thoughtfulness at the end.

     "The End of the Beginning soon arrives my children, three will be the number of ACTs left us in the Age after this, the 7th Day."
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Ayrmith frowned at the loss of his card, and the challenge was lost. He thought on how he should use his remaining cards, and the power of his act. He knew that it would be more complicated the he had first planned. He split himself in two, for he would need to act in both realms at the same time.


Both of the Ayrmiths activate their powers at the same time, forging the path, and the way to ascend it.  before rejoining together in the divine realm.

     "The End of the Age draws near my Godlings, finish you plans soon for the time when we rest."