The air around The Withering was quiet, the great expanse of nothingness around the hamlet devoid of creatures. It was all that could be saved from The Great Scouring, the sole beacon where all realms and worlds could begin anew. The energy forms of three Lightborn sat within the three hamlet-like houses. They were cramped, but cozy abodes that were kept simple and vastly primitive to their culture's once great technology. But as the three awoke, their forms manifested. They would always be able to become one with their light forms again... but their consciousness as the amnesiac survivors brought their desires forward. A goddess and two gods of creation...
All of their eyes opened, the name of The Great Scouring burned into their minds. It was an event of pure darkness that came quickly and stole their memories. Now, with the sacrifice of everything, they had a chance to bring back what had been lost... they only needed to have the ambition.
No one was here to lead them. Their destiny was their own to claim. Would they seed the lives of countless new species? Would they terrorize them? Would they be a god among mortals and simply seek pleasure? Only they can decide.
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All of their eyes opened, the name of The Great Scouring burned into their minds. It was an event of pure darkness that came quickly and stole their memories. Now, with the sacrifice of everything, they had a chance to bring back what had been lost... they only needed to have the ambition.
No one was here to lead them. Their destiny was their own to claim. Would they seed the lives of countless new species? Would they terrorize them? Would they be a god among mortals and simply seek pleasure? Only they can decide.
[ @Balix @Penguinmafia @dracomic - Here you all go. Posts will be handled as they come/as soon as possible =3=b ]
A new addition to your Codex has been made...