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Cybernet377
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Here it is.

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She, then more of an it, started out as a seed. The Myraid were skilled beings, growing splendid cities and expansive empires of crystal, the light from the twin suns fracturing into beings made entirely of light. She was neither. She was a decoration, similar to the way that mortals grow plants in their house. Of course, such a comparison is not entirely accurate.

Plants could be considered alive, but not to the degree that Myraid crystal was. Her beloved elves, even masters of singing could not possibly comprehend such a thing. The Myraid, whose world was chosen as the burial ground for one of the Elder gods, had developed a way to birth life through their songs, channeling the immeasurable power resting within the earth, buildings rising from the ground, spires threatening to pierce the sky itself.

Then, she knew none of this. All she knew was her singer, who had been growing her since childhood. Every day, the young Myraid would come to her, and lightly brush her structure with a damp cloth to remove the buildup on her caused by the suns, while singing to her. Singing, true singing, is a sound that humans can never understand. She knew that it had taken her millenia to teach elves to hear their level of song, but the Myraid were far above that.

After the song was finished, her singer would run a hand across her surface, and every time, she resonated.

One day, it all changed.

"To rely on the corpse will be the death of the Myraid! We must break free, learn to work with our own power!" a strange voice shouted.

"No, that's unacceptable." her singer spoke, the frosty tone unfamiliar compared to the warm and loving song she knew. "The corpse seems to create even more of the lifeblood as we use it. There is no danger of running out."

08-Nov-2013 04:58:39

Cybernet377
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Lifeblood. Guthix called it Godly Essence, the other gods now call it Divine Tears. The inherent power of a deity, solidifying into masses upon death, allowing it to be harvested, even by unscrupulous persons, as it is now.
Now she knows that fears of this power either running out or growing to consume the planet caused a revolution that split Myraid society in half, and that the group that wished to be independent followed the portals she haphazardly made after leaving the world and came to Gielinor.

Then, she could only listen in confusion.

The voices grew louder, until the shouts rang out through the city, Light Creatures wincing in pain from the sound, being very sensitive to stimuli.

Then, she saw it.

Her singer walked beside the angry myraid, face contorted in irritation. Her singer then said something to the other myraid, which she couldn't understand.

Seconds later, it didn't matter.

The Elder Schism, as it later became known to Myraid, brought many firsts to them. It was the first crystal to be grown without the Lifeblood. It was the first time that serious study was made into the Lifeblood, to determine it's long term viability.

And, as her singer's blood splattered her surface, a crystal spike driven into her back, it marked the first murder in Myraid history.

As the treacherous myraid fled, her singer pressed a hand to her surface, straining to pull up from the ground. She resonated, but it was not like before. Echos of screams shook through her body, and she knew.

This was pain. This was suffering. This was the result of senseless violence.

Her singer began to sing, a gasping, wheezing song that was a mockery of what it once had been. She could feel her crystal shifting, as she tried to escape the pain, not just through the resonance, but from within herself. The Song, which normally came to an end with a long, soundless note, stopped abruptly as her her singer made a hacking cough, splattering her surface with more blood.

08-Nov-2013 04:59:13

Cybernet377
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"I'm sorry," her singer whispered, "With me gone, no one will be able to sing to you. I grew you to escape my own loneliness, but now I'm leaving you alone. I'm terrible, right?"

Those were the last words her singer spoke.

She raged! How dare they take her singer away? How dare they do such a thing! They would pay for this wrong! Then, she felt it again, nothing more than an echo of a feeling. A reminder of what suffering and sorrow is.

No, they wouldn't pay, but she'd make sure that no one would have to feel this kind of pain.

She felt outward, felt the lifeblood within the earth itself. If this was what her singer had died over, then it would be best if no one had it. She reached out, and demanded the lifeblood.

The Corpse was wise to not contest her.

All throughout the planet, the Myraid watched in shock as buildings rose, doubling in hight within seconds, supports growing in naturally to stable the structres. Plants flourished, animals became healthier than ever before, and the sick found themselves cured.

While some of it escaped, much of the Lifeblood was drawn into her, until her crystalline body towered above even the largest of palaces. She felt the Lifeblood within her, it was no longer the Corpse's power, it was hers.

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She had taken on the form of her singer, wearing the face that she saw for the entirety of her mortal life. The fact that every time she saw her reflection she had to fight down her new body's uncomfortable urge to vomit as she remembered that day was an acceptable cost to keep her singer's memory alive, even if the elves she had taken responsibility for knew this body as that of their Goddess, not as her singer.

08-Nov-2013 05:00:10

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The elves were oddly similar to the myraid, but different. They could hear her singing, but few could imitate it. They were slight of frame, yet far more durable than her myraid. They had delicate features and immaculate looks, but had no qualms with murdering each other brutally until she brought them peace. They lived in harmony with nature, but had never seen a crystal before she had showed them.

The day that she brought them to Gielinor was a cause of...pride in her? The elves tried to explain what emotions were to her, but all she knew were the pain of loss, the rage of retribution, and the joy of contentment. It had been difficult to learn them all.

She had thought they were the first to the world, but it already had occupants. Humans were friendly to the elves, but cautious of the new inhabitants. Their patron, Guthix, another with Lifeblood coursing through his body, even more than her own, welcomed her and her elves. When he told her of his plan to make the Anima Mundi, to create the soul of the world, she had leapt at the chance, hoping that such a thing would help her elves to sing crystal more easily.

When he asked her name, she had told him that she never had needed one.

The name that he gave her, Seren, soon became her favorite thing to be called.

She was the Divine Aspect of the Anima Mundi.

She was the star that guided the soul of the world.

Seren is still embarrassed about how long it took her to realize that what she felt for Guthix was love.

08-Nov-2013 05:00:16

Lego Miester
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My "What the Icyene Homeworld might be like" snippet from another thread:
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Here's what I think it'll be like. Warm and welcoming on the outside, the whole place has a very tight knit community and minimal crime. We gradually find less savory aspects like schools indoctrinating complete obedience to Saradomin, and a petty thief stealing for food being beaten to death by soldiers.

Chatting with the locals(saradominist)
icyene: Oh yes, Saradomin told me about you! Please, come in! I made tea.
(zamorakian/other)
icyene: Saradomin's beard! I-I'm not supposed to talk with you. Please leave before anyone sees us!

In the alleys
(saradominist)
Icyene 1: Do you believe the rumors that Saradomin wants him to replace Commander Zilyana?
Icyene 2: That human? What makes him so special?

(zamorakian/other)
Icyene 1: I heard that human defied Saradomin to his face and lived! What was our lord thinking inviting him here?! It will cause a revolt!
Icyene 2: Not as long as Our Lord is still here to preserve order.

^--- Could or could not be accurate, I was just trying to headcanon an environment in which someone like Zilyana came from.

Sources: The Song Before The War story, Saradomin emissary book, Death of Chivalry, MPD Zilyana dialogue, and just a hint of Ba Sing Se from Avatar: The Last Airbender.
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14-Nov-2013 04:00:36 - Last edited on 14-Nov-2013 04:02:29 by Lego Miester

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"Wake you face, Froglip!" The goblin's wide yellow eyes drifted open to the sight of dusty stone walls and iron bars, the sound of battle ringing in his ears. His friend leans over him, urging him to rise.
"Wot happened?" Froglip's pupils drift to his warty green friend, slowly focusing. the other goblin checks over his shoulder, before speaking quietly.
"Huzamogaarb catched us! 'Dey locks us up. me dunno about others." Froglip heaves himself to his feet, only noticing he has been stripped of his weapons. Checking his surroundings, he sees his injured brothers, and then the iron bars separating them from the Huzamogaarb's stronghold.

It has been three weeks since the death of Bandos, the goblins were in turmoil. While some mourned and stayed strong to their faith, others picked up their weapons and set their lot with the other Gods. Most notably were the Saragorgak and their Zamorakian counterparts the Huzamogaarb. The two tribes had been quick to attack, and soon the entire temple was in conflict. Due to their chaotic nature, the Huzamogaab had attracted the bulk of the Naragoshuun and the Horogothgar while the Yurkolgokh and the Ekeleshuun were aiding the Saragorgak. The other tribes, including the Thorobshuun and Garagorshuun, would fight each other, occasionally siding with other tribes. Both Froglip and Slugnose hailed under the yellow banner of the flatulent, which had led an unsuccessful and bloody charge against the Huzamogaarb's base, leaving the majority of Yurkolgokh either incarcerated inside the makeshift prison, or dead on the main battlefield.

"Where Mudface?" Froglip peered around in search of his brother.
"Me not know. I's just woken up a day ago." Slugnose's expression turns to that of sorrow, the goblin looked down at his feet. They were still covered in scratches, blood and mud from the main chamber, only dried and clinging to his toes. Froglip blinked, searching the room for some sort of weak point. Bandos wasn't going to stop him...
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15-Nov-2013 20:34:30 - Last edited on 15-Nov-2013 21:10:43 by Nasty Smell

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Maggotfists returned from the battle, gladly finding refuge in the Huzamogaarb room. Most of the others were out fighting, while the rest slept. He looked to the cell. Quieter than usual , he thought. Moving over, he peered in to see the still goblins. Banging his sword on the bars, a clang rung out, but the prisoners did not stir. Slipping the large iron key into the gate and twisting, he crept in to inspect further. They were all piled at the back of the room, still as statues. Finally approaching, he prodded the closest goblin with the butt of his sword, causing it to growl. On this point did the other prisoners pounce, Maggotfists yelped in surprise as his neck was broken by a large goblin's weathered hands, his body falling to the ground.

The Yurkolgokh made wasted no time in kitting up, murdering the sleeping Huzamogaarb and taking their kit, before launching a surprise attack from behind. Soon, the battlefield filled up with the bodies of goblins clad in black, above other colours. The death toll was rising at a steady pace, but now the Saragorgak and allies had the upper hand.

By the end of the week, the battle had ended. An eerie silence now hung over the bloodied grounds as the survivors regained themselves. Under Froglip, all of the goblins had banded together. Petty struggles were a thing of the past, at least... among their own kin. Instead there was a higher goal. The goblins were the first step in a long and bloody conquest to band together all bandosians, to avenge the death of the Big High War God, and rule Gielinor in his name!
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15-Nov-2013 20:34:36 - Last edited on 15-Nov-2013 21:28:32 by Nasty Smell

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Sorry for the ending, should it be anticlimactic. I'm not the best writer, and easily get sidetracked. This was basically meant as an insight into one of the possibilities should Bandos die. Buying Plant Feed
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15-Nov-2013 20:34:46 - Last edited on 15-Nov-2013 21:29:49 by Nasty Smell

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