07-20-2017, 08:13 AM
A lone figure walked into a small clearing, just an hour's walk west of the bustling and cheery town of Ambrosia. A halberd scratched in the dirt, used as an improvised walking stick as the Prime picked his way through the underbrush. The remains of a fruit torte vanished into his mouth as he looked around the verdant hollow in the forest. A cloud-smeared sky threatened to begin that evening's rain, and already the plants were singing in anticipation of the sky's bounty. Distant bird and frog song trickled through the whispering of foliage, and Tearen breathed deep of the thickened life around him. A small, natural pool sat quietly at the center of the clearing, with a small stream trailing off to the north and south, keeping it replenished with fresh water.
This spot, then, would serve as the venue for Tearen's final public act of serendipity for the Omniverse. The eldritch human folded his legs up under himself and willed his body to float a few feet above the pool. He closed his eyes and allowed tendrils of scintillating rainbow to begin to leak into the environment. Tall, granite pillars sprouted from the undergrowth, decorated with glyphs and runes that only he understood, for now. They encircled the diameter of the clearing, and a small tiled foundation began to spread out over the ground as well. A domed roof with figures and stories lining the rim in stone relief bubbled into existence, and a single circular oculus opened at the zenith of the dome, letting a single shaft of sullen light into the pavilion.
Most importantly, a smaller building folded its way out of thin air, five sided and enveloping the downstream section of the clearing. Inside, natural artesian fountains began to bubble to life, forming a sort of bath and bunkhouse, furnished with silky chaise lounges and ghostly curtains of cotton. This, then, would serve as adequate accommodations for whatever pupils may seek him out. Nodding, he dove inside of himself and began to meditate on what the following days or weeks would produce, but not before allowing his body to send a shaft of brilliant, emerald light rocketing up into the sky, serving as a beacon to those seeking what he had to offer.
Perhaps there were thing he hadn't thought of, but if so, they likely weren't important enough to dwell on ahead of time.
A new pantheon was due, in this world...
This spot, then, would serve as the venue for Tearen's final public act of serendipity for the Omniverse. The eldritch human folded his legs up under himself and willed his body to float a few feet above the pool. He closed his eyes and allowed tendrils of scintillating rainbow to begin to leak into the environment. Tall, granite pillars sprouted from the undergrowth, decorated with glyphs and runes that only he understood, for now. They encircled the diameter of the clearing, and a small tiled foundation began to spread out over the ground as well. A domed roof with figures and stories lining the rim in stone relief bubbled into existence, and a single circular oculus opened at the zenith of the dome, letting a single shaft of sullen light into the pavilion.
Most importantly, a smaller building folded its way out of thin air, five sided and enveloping the downstream section of the clearing. Inside, natural artesian fountains began to bubble to life, forming a sort of bath and bunkhouse, furnished with silky chaise lounges and ghostly curtains of cotton. This, then, would serve as adequate accommodations for whatever pupils may seek him out. Nodding, he dove inside of himself and began to meditate on what the following days or weeks would produce, but not before allowing his body to send a shaft of brilliant, emerald light rocketing up into the sky, serving as a beacon to those seeking what he had to offer.
Perhaps there were thing he hadn't thought of, but if so, they likely weren't important enough to dwell on ahead of time.
A new pantheon was due, in this world...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued