Kraken's myth-making project.:
The Great Croak (note: this story is not in continuity with the following ones. It is a one-off tale)
In the beginning, there was nothing. The nothingness was pure chaos. A river, a sea, a pond. From the nothingness sprang a cosmic egg. From the egg hatched a creature very much like a tadpole. The tadpole swam in the chaos, doing what tadpoles do. In time, the tadpole grew legs and its tail faded. And the frog swam on, doing as frogs do. Swimming and snatching at small pieces of matter with its tongue. But a frog cannot swim forever. The frog began to drown. On it's last legs and last breath, it let out a small, quiet death-cry: "ribbit". It sunk in the nothingness. And then it came up again, for the universe it just created floated up and gave the frog something to perch. The frog was pleased with both his creation and his newfound voice, and so began to sing. With the song the universe grew larger and larger, expanding with each note whilst the frog stayed the same. Galaxies swirled into existence. Nebulas formed. Stars burst into life. Planets were molded. Moons and satellites splintered. The earth was shaped, lit ablaze, watered, treed, and peopled. And the universe grew ever-larger. Finally, the song stopped. The universe was the right size for the frog's whim. The Frog at this point in time was the same size as that of a regular frog. And so, the demiurge, the singer of existence, the Genesis Amphibian, the creator of all that is leaped into a nearby pond and lives there to this day, hopping from rock-to-rock and eating flies. THE END
The following stories are going to be a continuation on each other, taking place in the same universe.
Come, my children. Come and I will tell you a story. A story so big, so large, so all-encompassing, that you and I are characters within. Are you sitting comfortably? Good, then let us begin... In the beginning there was nothingness, and a god with no name. This god was chaos and order, light and darkness, creation and destruction. The deity with no name was also pure goodness, and created the universe perfectly, with no flaw in form or function. The Deity then created servants to advise him on the creation of races. The Deity's servants, having no achievements of their own as everything was already created, become jealous of their creator and sought to break free of his influence. They stole his power and shared it amongst themselves, becoming the Demiurges, and continued to build upon creation according to their whims. At first the Deity did not mind as the works were wondrous and the races prospered. The Demiurges created the elementals to maintain the world, the gods to represent object, location, and concepts, and man to build upon what was already there. But war came, and famine, and pestilence, and all other terrible things. Thus the Deity did know that the Demiurges were toying with their new responsibilities. They cared little for their subjects and the consequences of their actions, seeing their works as little more than a game. Allying himself with the alliance of man, god, and elemental, the Deity struck back at the Demiurges, managing to steal back a portion of his former power. The Deity transformed himself into a crystal dragon of infinite length, and used himself as needle and thread to ensnare and stitch together the Demiurges, in a place beyond space and time. The Deity had become the prison, the lock, the key, and the warden of his wayward children. The Deity had become the Savior. But the Demiurges would not fall without wounding their enemy mortally. As they were dragged from their thrones they shattered and ruined much of the earth in rampages, cursed the gods, and mortally wounded the great elemental creature-kings. To this day they writhe in their prisons made from themselves, wallowing in their own bitterness, making bitter mockeries of their own creations, and sending said mockeries through the prison into the earth to serve their ends. A desperate plan was hatched by five minor godlings to save the creature-kings. They wounded themselves also, and sought to sacrifice their life magics to the elemental lords, hoping that their blood was what was needed for the creature-kings to survive. They were right beyond their wildest dreams. The two sets of beings merged together, creating something that was part god and part elemental, but also far more. They attained power that rivaled that of the greatest of gods. They learned wisdom unsurpassed. And most wondrous of all, they attained enlightenment, learning of their place in the universe as well as that of all things. Thus was the elemental Beasts born, and all of creation did sing praises of their arrival, and did not understand why. For where the gods would rule as kings and emperors, the Beasts would teach as sages and guides. And for a time, all was well. Until...Oh wait. That's an episode for another time. Good night, children.
Trying to think of ways to make it less Exalted-like and failing miserably.
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Inspired by the rsis, the tapas-gorging yoga sages of Vedic mythology (of which I can find nothing online), vampires being creatures of the sun, shunned by the sun.
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