RE: Godhood XIV - Usurper [Honey Edition Turn 2]
03-24-2013, 06:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-24-2013, 06:44 AM by Mythee.)
Lord Rack had uncorked a bottle and had already been holding it in Mia's direction, but he hastily pulled it behind his back at Amelia's objection, coughing into his other hand totally unsuspiciously. Nothing to see here, nope nada. While the glass gourd spun itself out of existence with a brisk sparkle and pop, he reminisced about Mia’s awesome rainbow dragons (why would anyone think those were a bad thing?) and figured cloud eating definitely needed bringing back, especially somewhere whose air was so full of energy as the Atrium's ionized gases, with flight (or rather, flotation) being a default mode due to the zero gravity situation.
Bacardi’s actions were not devoid of purpose and style, but Lord Rack felt he missed the asteroids. The Atrium was beginning to turn into an imitation of a planet’s surface, simply displaced into space. It seemed like a... missed opportunity! Or a poor, alcohol-induced decision? Well, at least it was still progress of a certain kind. The deities were all acting out their spheres with subconscious dedication, Lord Rack mused. Thankfully for the humanoid god’s plans, some of the asteroids he had initially cast- devoid of soil, unlike the spirit trio’s- had escaped the compaction into flat landmasses, and remained floating unperturbed.
"The inverted world of inkclouds drifting in an ocean, so have I witnessed clouds of clear water in a sea of nebulous gases! So vivid an art does Suki bring forth, so welcoming a garden does Bacardi set. With a sky so magnificent, it is about time something is born to thrive in that beauty."
Energy replenished, Lord Rack scanned for an area sufficiently far from any of the ‘continents’, looking for any congregation of the initial asteroids that would not bear any typical organic life. Having finally found one, he somersaulted into the the ring nebula and landed atop a skyborne congregation of asteroids that had remained, labcoat buttcape billowing dramatically as he brought his hands together in a loud clap. A shockwave of sparks was birthed and they snaked into the clouds, arcing along the peculiar atmosphere’s ionized particles and lighting up the outline of clouds as they grew in size and split into many smaller sparks, which would join the growing electric choreography in more and more intricate shapes. Newly formed, semitransparent shapes began to swim out of the small storm, reflecting Esmeralda’s Atrium’s myriad of colors. These multiplied in number until the last sparks had flown and died off, leaving a swarm of wormlike creatures in their wake. Some smaller, some larger, they sang beautifully in chimes and windy voices, swimming and spiralling off into the most distant reaches of the Atrium in a vast migration meant to spread apart their territories. Eventually they would be a semi-rare but not unusual sighting no matter one’s location.
“Hark, the Lygiswyrm! These birthing grounds of Philomela’s Nest will forever be imprinted in their racial memory, and their cyclical return to them for their optimized season of breeding may even serve as an eventual marker of the passing of time for another race. They will fill the Atrium with sound, woo each other with the creativity and complexity of their songs like the birds of lore, and bring delight to themselves and others with ever-evolving musical craft!”
Lygiswyrms [bestiary entry]:
![[Image: lygis.png]](https://mythee.biringa.com/images/lygis.png)
A toothless, wide-mouthed, vaguely draconic space worm whose maw is shaped like a natural loudspeaker. It has a pair of low-set eyes, a few gills, earholes, and blends semitransparent into a nebulous surrounding.
Sapience: They may not be very smart, but they’re self-aware. They’ve got feelings, personality, fluffles and luffles, silly existential ponderings like Was I A Pretty Flower In A Past Life, et caetera!
Feeding: Like aquatic filter feeders, except it feeds off many of the gas components of the Atrium’s atmosphere, using it as fuel. As long as it keeps swimming through space, the Lygiswyrm is causing its nutrients to pass through its body and be metabolized. These reactions produce sparks of light, causing a wyrm’s body to ‘glow’ brighter the faster it moves. However, metabolizing too quickly may cause its cells to become very ill or stop functioning, causing permanent damage since Lygiswyrms do not have good healing capacity. Normally, a lygiswyrm flies at a slow, leisurely pace, moving in forward spirals like a chinese dragon.
Sexes: Unisex/genderless. All have the ability to fertilize each other and to carry babies if they so wish!
Breeding: Attractiveness of mates is determined by the beauty and complexity of their songs, though individual tastes also heavily apply in choosing a mate. Or mates. Two or more Lygiswyrms need to cluster, curl and twist around each other for awhile to be fertilized. I don’t think I need to explain why this only works when they are attracted to each other. Anyways, the fertilized part of the population returns to their initial asteroid cluster breeding grounds (Philomela’s nest) once per something like 3 Earth years. There, each successfully fertilized Lygiswyrm live births about a thousand tiny baby Lygiswyrms.
Life cycle: Earthworm sized at birth, but most of them grow to dolphin size in adulthood. Babies follow their parent around closely until they get to a certain size (takes about 2, 2.5 years.) They typically pick up a first song by imitating their parents, helpfully indicative of lineage.
Predation: Lygiswyrmlings are about the easiest animal to find for a snack. They are slow, noisy, dumb, and frequently need to rest their cells by sleeping- The parent(s) can be led away from a sleeping horde of babies for easy pickings, and even should the parent be around, it is probably too exhausted after giving birth to put up much of a fight (Fight? More like, slowly bumping into you while trying to look threatening). Older Lygiswyrms are tough-skinned and taste gross, but baby ones taste somewhere delicious between jellyfish and duck.
Society: Mostly solitary since it takes quiet to be able to develop one’s own music, but they wander a lot and regularly cross each other and engage in social interactions, friendly music jams and whatnot that cause certain melodies or styles to trend among the species once in awhile. Think of everyone being neighbors, nobody being roommates. Musical ability, honesty, and empathy = Good WyrmRep. Predators, selfishness, dominance plays = Bad WyrmRep.
Basic Animal Life - Worm-to-Dolphin sized, Uncommon distribution (2 Acts)
Special Property - Gas metabolism (1 Act)
Obsession/Instinctual attraction - Sexy singing (1 Act)
Sapiency - Of an unintelligent species (1 Act)
Total: 5 Acts
Bacardi’s actions were not devoid of purpose and style, but Lord Rack felt he missed the asteroids. The Atrium was beginning to turn into an imitation of a planet’s surface, simply displaced into space. It seemed like a... missed opportunity! Or a poor, alcohol-induced decision? Well, at least it was still progress of a certain kind. The deities were all acting out their spheres with subconscious dedication, Lord Rack mused. Thankfully for the humanoid god’s plans, some of the asteroids he had initially cast- devoid of soil, unlike the spirit trio’s- had escaped the compaction into flat landmasses, and remained floating unperturbed.
"The inverted world of inkclouds drifting in an ocean, so have I witnessed clouds of clear water in a sea of nebulous gases! So vivid an art does Suki bring forth, so welcoming a garden does Bacardi set. With a sky so magnificent, it is about time something is born to thrive in that beauty."
Energy replenished, Lord Rack scanned for an area sufficiently far from any of the ‘continents’, looking for any congregation of the initial asteroids that would not bear any typical organic life. Having finally found one, he somersaulted into the the ring nebula and landed atop a skyborne congregation of asteroids that had remained, labcoat buttcape billowing dramatically as he brought his hands together in a loud clap. A shockwave of sparks was birthed and they snaked into the clouds, arcing along the peculiar atmosphere’s ionized particles and lighting up the outline of clouds as they grew in size and split into many smaller sparks, which would join the growing electric choreography in more and more intricate shapes. Newly formed, semitransparent shapes began to swim out of the small storm, reflecting Esmeralda’s Atrium’s myriad of colors. These multiplied in number until the last sparks had flown and died off, leaving a swarm of wormlike creatures in their wake. Some smaller, some larger, they sang beautifully in chimes and windy voices, swimming and spiralling off into the most distant reaches of the Atrium in a vast migration meant to spread apart their territories. Eventually they would be a semi-rare but not unusual sighting no matter one’s location.
“Hark, the Lygiswyrm! These birthing grounds of Philomela’s Nest will forever be imprinted in their racial memory, and their cyclical return to them for their optimized season of breeding may even serve as an eventual marker of the passing of time for another race. They will fill the Atrium with sound, woo each other with the creativity and complexity of their songs like the birds of lore, and bring delight to themselves and others with ever-evolving musical craft!”
Lygiswyrms [bestiary entry]:
A toothless, wide-mouthed, vaguely draconic space worm whose maw is shaped like a natural loudspeaker. It has a pair of low-set eyes, a few gills, earholes, and blends semitransparent into a nebulous surrounding.
Sapience: They may not be very smart, but they’re self-aware. They’ve got feelings, personality, fluffles and luffles, silly existential ponderings like Was I A Pretty Flower In A Past Life, et caetera!
Feeding: Like aquatic filter feeders, except it feeds off many of the gas components of the Atrium’s atmosphere, using it as fuel. As long as it keeps swimming through space, the Lygiswyrm is causing its nutrients to pass through its body and be metabolized. These reactions produce sparks of light, causing a wyrm’s body to ‘glow’ brighter the faster it moves. However, metabolizing too quickly may cause its cells to become very ill or stop functioning, causing permanent damage since Lygiswyrms do not have good healing capacity. Normally, a lygiswyrm flies at a slow, leisurely pace, moving in forward spirals like a chinese dragon.
Sexes: Unisex/genderless. All have the ability to fertilize each other and to carry babies if they so wish!
Breeding: Attractiveness of mates is determined by the beauty and complexity of their songs, though individual tastes also heavily apply in choosing a mate. Or mates. Two or more Lygiswyrms need to cluster, curl and twist around each other for awhile to be fertilized. I don’t think I need to explain why this only works when they are attracted to each other. Anyways, the fertilized part of the population returns to their initial asteroid cluster breeding grounds (Philomela’s nest) once per something like 3 Earth years. There, each successfully fertilized Lygiswyrm live births about a thousand tiny baby Lygiswyrms.
Life cycle: Earthworm sized at birth, but most of them grow to dolphin size in adulthood. Babies follow their parent around closely until they get to a certain size (takes about 2, 2.5 years.) They typically pick up a first song by imitating their parents, helpfully indicative of lineage.
Predation: Lygiswyrmlings are about the easiest animal to find for a snack. They are slow, noisy, dumb, and frequently need to rest their cells by sleeping- The parent(s) can be led away from a sleeping horde of babies for easy pickings, and even should the parent be around, it is probably too exhausted after giving birth to put up much of a fight (Fight? More like, slowly bumping into you while trying to look threatening). Older Lygiswyrms are tough-skinned and taste gross, but baby ones taste somewhere delicious between jellyfish and duck.
Society: Mostly solitary since it takes quiet to be able to develop one’s own music, but they wander a lot and regularly cross each other and engage in social interactions, friendly music jams and whatnot that cause certain melodies or styles to trend among the species once in awhile. Think of everyone being neighbors, nobody being roommates. Musical ability, honesty, and empathy = Good WyrmRep. Predators, selfishness, dominance plays = Bad WyrmRep.
Basic Animal Life - Worm-to-Dolphin sized, Uncommon distribution (2 Acts)
Special Property - Gas metabolism (1 Act)
Obsession/Instinctual attraction - Sexy singing (1 Act)
Sapiency - Of an unintelligent species (1 Act)
Total: 5 Acts