- This is a good thread to visit to meet the deities of the Diamond Pantheon
- To get questions answered
- To discuss cosmology
- To introduce yourself
- Discussion of a rift opening in the Hamlet of Heroes
In the steep facets of the Diamond, where cool tides of aether rush against clean cutting edges of protruding adamas, there is a glassy ocean of twisting, soaring, static forms, like rapidfire typhoons frozen in Time. The Steep Norns weave Time and the threads of its players from the base of an enormous hypercone tree with agate leaves and bronzeplated bark, deep roots made invisible by accumulating tiny refractions beneath the beach.
I have smoothed the swirling waterspouts into rolling hills, and there I have planted an Arboretum. The trees and herbs have been growing for spool after spool of the Norn's thread, taking in carbon in the form of diamond adamas and expelling a frosty gas. The gas is called Eitr, the stuff of creation.
Exposure to the concentrated Eitr has caused the dense, infinitely varied plants of the Garden to send roots along the Facet boundaries and into the exciting universes that border the peaceful Immortal Facets. These roots seek out mysterious pockets of space in the Diamond of Existence, slippery pores that should not exist. They force the symmetrical cleaving of the Diamond open, allowing the blending of any powerful cultures who happen to discover one and pass through.
The Norns, the Lady, and I have worked to ensure that these roots reach only the worlds where deities to be honored in a new plan live. This plan is called the Pinnacle Tapestry: at the Steepest facets of the Diamond of Existence we will collect the strong survivors of troubled cultures, the most productive creative forces, and the bravest heroes. At the same time, destruction and villainy displaying true skill has also been rewarded, so beware as you roam these Diamond Gardens.
Through numerous manipulated portals and sharp crevices emerge many forces. They gravitate to the Eitr. Steepest Durin the Undying, behind a mighty shield, enters first and beckons to two heroes behind him: Brunhildr, the mighty Valkyrie; Bregelmir, the Frost Giant leader; his bodyservant Cewri; and Rastlyn, the powerful and daring wizard. These are the survivors of the Icy Wastes. Shadows flow out in their wake and dance in the flickering light of the torches and statuaries of the garden.
Mad Arcane Zeus staggers out of a portal, blood on his hands and shoulders from razor fragments of shattered adamas. From other portals flow his ancestors and family: Arcane Elijah, Prophet of the Machine, is first. He is followed by the smoky Iblis, leader of the djinn. Grey Aides and Grey Helios appear, taking their time, taking in their new surroundings.
You are all filled with the sweet smoky scent, the tempting creative power, of the Eitr.
The god Xyr enters from a world of his own, cautiously, as if he does not flee but rather explores.
What do you do?