Ryduvu sat upon his backless throne, looking long into the Forge-alter before him. The Origin Forge-fire before him whipped and crackled against the air, forming into images at the God of Smiths silent bidding. He looked over the world they had created many ages ago. The creatures had grown, changed, but this no longer excited him. The world failed to be the muse for his creations, as it had in the past.
Ages had past since his brother and sister gods had filled the world with existence. It has provided Ryduvu with such joy. But that was so long ago. Since then, the primordial beginnings had settled. Everything was ordered now, everything within it's niche, every encounter had played out in every possible way by this point. He knew some of the other Gods had become bored as well...and used their powers to attempt to cause a little more excitement. But these did not solve the problem.
Ryduvu stood from his throne, and walked from the forge. His fingers thumbed over his face, as he quietly thought. His four paws carried him silently to his gallery, that massive hall to the right of his throne where the god's greatest creations where kept and displayed for visiting creatures to enjoy. He passed by a Servitor...one of the metalwork golems he had made of clockwork and the animating spark of his Origin Forge-fire. Ryduvu halted momentarily, considering the golem.
Ryduvu had been inspired by equal parts his own anatomy and the workings of a freshly made creature called a Crab. Ryduvu had designed the golem with a lower body of four legs, that sat spread on fourty-five degree angles from a singular clockwork nexus-hip that connected the hips to the torso. The torso was of a bipedal creature, faceless and largely merely a shell for it's gear grinding inner guts. Ryduvu gave it a featureless face just for the humanizing element. It was it's arms that where important, two over-sized limbs build and attached for the numerous tools for care taking the creations within the Gallery and defending it.
The Servitor was a mindless creation, it had a job and it's sole driving motivation was the fulfillment of that task. It was very similar to the animals that inhabited their world. Though the animals were even more complicated than the Servitor on what drove them. But...Ryduvu's mind caught on this, giving it consideration as he walked the shelves and cases, looking over previous bits of genius to gain inspiration.
But it kept coming back to the Servitor. If Ryduvu could make a servant of celestial metals and wire, why could he not make something more complex creation of the metals of their world? Why could it not be made to perform in more dynamic function? He knew he could give a creation life...or at least a semblance of it, could he then give something a true existence. Why could he not make it have a mind? What made a mind?
He left the gallery, with a nod to the Servitor, which ignored him. It hadn't the capacity to acknowledge polite discourse. But that was fine...Ryduvu had caught a spark of a musing. He just needed to find a way to give it shape.
He paced through his palace, until he stood upon his balcony before his throne room, looking at their world. And he concentrated on it, returning to it for the first time since he had started the genesis of life upon it. He sought his fellow gods, seeking opinions and answers to give his musings shape.";
Ages had past since his brother and sister gods had filled the world with existence. It has provided Ryduvu with such joy. But that was so long ago. Since then, the primordial beginnings had settled. Everything was ordered now, everything within it's niche, every encounter had played out in every possible way by this point. He knew some of the other Gods had become bored as well...and used their powers to attempt to cause a little more excitement. But these did not solve the problem.
Ryduvu stood from his throne, and walked from the forge. His fingers thumbed over his face, as he quietly thought. His four paws carried him silently to his gallery, that massive hall to the right of his throne where the god's greatest creations where kept and displayed for visiting creatures to enjoy. He passed by a Servitor...one of the metalwork golems he had made of clockwork and the animating spark of his Origin Forge-fire. Ryduvu halted momentarily, considering the golem.
Ryduvu had been inspired by equal parts his own anatomy and the workings of a freshly made creature called a Crab. Ryduvu had designed the golem with a lower body of four legs, that sat spread on fourty-five degree angles from a singular clockwork nexus-hip that connected the hips to the torso. The torso was of a bipedal creature, faceless and largely merely a shell for it's gear grinding inner guts. Ryduvu gave it a featureless face just for the humanizing element. It was it's arms that where important, two over-sized limbs build and attached for the numerous tools for care taking the creations within the Gallery and defending it.
The Servitor was a mindless creation, it had a job and it's sole driving motivation was the fulfillment of that task. It was very similar to the animals that inhabited their world. Though the animals were even more complicated than the Servitor on what drove them. But...Ryduvu's mind caught on this, giving it consideration as he walked the shelves and cases, looking over previous bits of genius to gain inspiration.
But it kept coming back to the Servitor. If Ryduvu could make a servant of celestial metals and wire, why could he not make something more complex creation of the metals of their world? Why could it not be made to perform in more dynamic function? He knew he could give a creation life...or at least a semblance of it, could he then give something a true existence. Why could he not make it have a mind? What made a mind?
He left the gallery, with a nod to the Servitor, which ignored him. It hadn't the capacity to acknowledge polite discourse. But that was fine...Ryduvu had caught a spark of a musing. He just needed to find a way to give it shape.
He paced through his palace, until he stood upon his balcony before his throne room, looking at their world. And he concentrated on it, returning to it for the first time since he had started the genesis of life upon it. He sought his fellow gods, seeking opinions and answers to give his musings shape.";
