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That damned apocryphal 13th Knight. Is this still the pre-thread?
KnightNES: The Black Sacrifice
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Nah, I'm going to PM one of the moderators to change the title.
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No, no. Regardless of ChiefDesigner putting up his background tonight I will post Update 0. His background is not entirely necessary to update, but much more for PMs.
das
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Oh noes.
But yeah, I'm going to have fun with his concept of justice regardless of where you go with that.
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So OOC Karalysia. So OOC.
I look forward to the update, nutranurse, and will spam your thread no more.
I look forward to the update, nutranurse, and will spam your thread no more.
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Name: Wu Ming, Bandit Prince
Knightly Style: Gallant (+1 Magnetism, -2 Reputation)
Patronage: Self (+1 Moxie)
Order: Chastity (+1 Moxie)
Squire: None
Cohorts: None
Relics: None
Stats
Might: 2
Mind: 3
Mastery: 2
Magnetism: 3
Moxie: 5
Traits:
Jaded (+1 Moxie)
Story:
"When Adam delft and Eve span, who was then the gentleman?"
-John Ball
-----
WANTED
for HIGH TREASON,
DISRESPECT TO THE KING,
UNLAWFUL ASSEMBLY,
SUBVERSION,
INCITEMENT,
SEDITION,
and
LITERACY
the bandit Ku Yanping
styled Wu Ming
THE FIRST BANDIT IS STILL AT LARGE
£25 REWARD
in gold or wheat flour
for his apprehension
£10 REWARD
in gold or wheat flour
for information on his present whereabouts
£5 REWARD
in gold or wheat flour
for information leading to the capture of any rebel
HE WILL BE CAUGHT
HE WILL BE DRAWN
HE WILL BE QUARTERED
GOD SAVE THE KING
-----
Wu Ming smiled to himself. He had asked Great-Uncle's spirit to intercede, and somehow, Great-Uncle had heard him. He had delivered prey--rich prey, too, with a fine breastplate and expensive-looking tack. A pity about the horse, though--she looked like a fine beast.
Good.
In one fluid motion, he whirled around the tree and fired three shots. Two went wide, but one lodged itself firmly in the horse's leg.
Good.
The mare screamed, and reared up on her back, throwing the rider. Five steps closed the distance between the bandit and his prey. A sound kick on the side of the prone man's helmet--that should stun him, for long enough.
Good.
"Your money or--you."
He knew this man. This man had treated with him, during the parley. When the Eastern Provinces rose--three crop failures, years of heavy taxes, and finally, too many exercises of the droits de seigneur--he, and the other leaders, had treated with this man during the parley. That parley.
He had come bearing promises of safe conduct. The others had gone to treat with the King in good faith, to ask him for succor for their villages and a relief of their burdens--to keep the nobles in check.
For their faith, they had been fallen on and betrayed at the King's table. He alone had survived, but by the time he escaped the city, the peasant army had been fallen on by the King's first lance, and the heads of his friends--Miller Joseph, the Wandering Monk--mounted on pikes before the city walls.
And now, his chance for vengeance.
"I have a mission to the Fairy Queen. You will not kill me."
There was no recognition in his eyes.
"Knight, do you know who I am?"
"I have a mission to the Queen of Faerie. Why, peasant, would I care about you?"
A red mist floated in front of his eyes. Something snapped. Someone was screaming. It might have been himself.
When his head cleared, Wu Ming found himself on his knees, holding an empty crossbow, an empty quiver, with tears pouring down his cheeks. The knight's horse was gone.
Well, nothing for it. He was out of bolts. Crying wouldn't bring anybody back from the dead, after all. Wiping his cheeks, he efficiently stripped the body of its valuables, then rolled it off the road.
There was a red castle ahead. Strange, that he had missed it earlier. Perhaps they would have an inn, or a shop, or someplace he could dispose of his salvage.
He whistled for Inkstone, who obediently trotted over. Loading her saddlebags with the salvage, he slowly led her towards the castle in the distance. That knight had mentioned something about a quest--well. Honest work was honest work, even if it came wrapped in a pack of noble lies like 'honor' and 'chivalry.' He'd go and inquire about honest work.
Knightly Style: Gallant (+1 Magnetism, -2 Reputation)
Patronage: Self (+1 Moxie)
Order: Chastity (+1 Moxie)
Squire: None
Cohorts: None
Relics: None
Stats
Might: 2
Mind: 3
Mastery: 2
Magnetism: 3
Moxie: 5
Traits:
Jaded (+1 Moxie)
Story:
"When Adam delft and Eve span, who was then the gentleman?"
-John Ball
-----
WANTED
for HIGH TREASON,
DISRESPECT TO THE KING,
UNLAWFUL ASSEMBLY,
SUBVERSION,
INCITEMENT,
SEDITION,
and
LITERACY
the bandit Ku Yanping
styled Wu Ming
THE FIRST BANDIT IS STILL AT LARGE
£25 REWARD
in gold or wheat flour
for his apprehension
£10 REWARD
in gold or wheat flour
for information on his present whereabouts
£5 REWARD
in gold or wheat flour
for information leading to the capture of any rebel
HE WILL BE CAUGHT
HE WILL BE DRAWN
HE WILL BE QUARTERED
GOD SAVE THE KING
-----
Wu Ming smiled to himself. He had asked Great-Uncle's spirit to intercede, and somehow, Great-Uncle had heard him. He had delivered prey--rich prey, too, with a fine breastplate and expensive-looking tack. A pity about the horse, though--she looked like a fine beast.
Good.
In one fluid motion, he whirled around the tree and fired three shots. Two went wide, but one lodged itself firmly in the horse's leg.
Good.
The mare screamed, and reared up on her back, throwing the rider. Five steps closed the distance between the bandit and his prey. A sound kick on the side of the prone man's helmet--that should stun him, for long enough.
Good.
"Your money or--you."
He knew this man. This man had treated with him, during the parley. When the Eastern Provinces rose--three crop failures, years of heavy taxes, and finally, too many exercises of the droits de seigneur--he, and the other leaders, had treated with this man during the parley. That parley.
He had come bearing promises of safe conduct. The others had gone to treat with the King in good faith, to ask him for succor for their villages and a relief of their burdens--to keep the nobles in check.
For their faith, they had been fallen on and betrayed at the King's table. He alone had survived, but by the time he escaped the city, the peasant army had been fallen on by the King's first lance, and the heads of his friends--Miller Joseph, the Wandering Monk--mounted on pikes before the city walls.
And now, his chance for vengeance.
"I have a mission to the Fairy Queen. You will not kill me."
There was no recognition in his eyes.
"Knight, do you know who I am?"
"I have a mission to the Queen of Faerie. Why, peasant, would I care about you?"
A red mist floated in front of his eyes. Something snapped. Someone was screaming. It might have been himself.
When his head cleared, Wu Ming found himself on his knees, holding an empty crossbow, an empty quiver, with tears pouring down his cheeks. The knight's horse was gone.
Well, nothing for it. He was out of bolts. Crying wouldn't bring anybody back from the dead, after all. Wiping his cheeks, he efficiently stripped the body of its valuables, then rolled it off the road.
There was a red castle ahead. Strange, that he had missed it earlier. Perhaps they would have an inn, or a shop, or someplace he could dispose of his salvage.
He whistled for Inkstone, who obediently trotted over. Loading her saddlebags with the salvage, he slowly led her towards the castle in the distance. That knight had mentioned something about a quest--well. Honest work was honest work, even if it came wrapped in a pack of noble lies like 'honor' and 'chivalry.' He'd go and inquire about honest work.
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A pro-tip, civfanatics uses [] to enclose forum commands, not <>! Interesting story, so did he kind of absently wander into Terminus after he killed the Knight and, somehow, assumed his quest? Even more interesting...
Update forthcoming!
Update forthcoming!
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KING OF MEESE
As told by a local bard, the story of Phineas defeating a 'lich.'
Phineas was in the midst of the rain and sleet. His feet dug into the muck, and his haggard steed trudged behind him. The monastery he was visiting was old now, and half reduced to ruins, but the Order refused to repair the damages, claiming that the half of the structure that had been torn down was hardly used anyway. As he crested the hill, he could see the lone spire, and noted a banner flying from the top. The Unlit Flame has no standard, and no banner should have been waving. Phineas left the road and tied his horse to a tree. He could make the rest of the trek on foot, and he would be as stealthy as possible. The rain that had turned to sleet had now turned to snow, and the flakes seemed to get larger as he approached the structure. The door was on one hinge, and one round window was shattered. The glass was on the ground outside, as if someone were trying to escape. Phineas drew his dirk and donned his shield. His candle was in his satchel, and it would remain unlit. The darkness was not an object, and the temptation to light the candle could be overcome. Phineas felt darkness and pain all over his body, and shrugged away the sensation. Some great evil was at work here. He resisted temptation again and approached the nucleus of the darkness. Sitting in the chair of the High Abbot, who is the individual who handles the agenda of the monastery and leads most prayer and spiritual activities, was a skeleton. The bones were white, and several teeth were missing in the skull. No flesh remained on these bleached bones, but some fine piece of cloth was draped across the shoulders and wrapped around the head. One toe glimmered with some gem. Phineas prepared himself, because he knew that the entity controlling the skeleton was the source of the torrent of darkness filling the monastery.
A not-unexpected voice came from all sides, but at the same time obviously came from the skeleton:
Greetings, Sir Phineas the Ignorant, Hahahaha!
Phineas responded with traces of fear and anger:
I demand to know your name and purpose in the home of holy men.
You dare demand anything from your new god? You are beholden to me, Phineas One-Eye.
I demand your name, and this is the last time. Your next outburst will end in your certain demise.
I am High Abbot Massimo Fieri, benevolent leader of the Monastery of fallen stones.
That is not possible. You are dead. If the Abbot were dead he would be at rest, not making a mockery of life, or of a servant of his very order. Now I will burn your dry bones and cleanse this place of your presence.
You will stand still while I rip the flesh from your bones, Oh tiny and weak Phineas.
Phineas was indeed still. He could not shuffle his feet or blink his eyes. The beast had cast some affliction upon him.
You will do no such thing. You will go back to whatever cold hole from which you crawled!
bha..hahaha..hahahaHAHAHAHA! You, Phineas the Weak, are my pawn. You abandoned your faith. You nearly lit your precious candle, no? You have abandoned all true hope. You will be killed and rise as my servant, a mindless husk to violate the village down the road, to infect them and make this valley my new unholy creation.
Phineas was still trapped, and the monster knew it. He had considered lighting the candle, because this darkness was serving the monster. Phineas could only banish it without the light of the candle if he could know its name. Its name must be related to its form, but what is it? He could probe, but that would raise the ire of the abomination and he would be killed more quickly. The village was certainly doomed. This thing was not a mere skeleton, and not just a mindless zombie. It was greater than that. It was some kind of undead thing something that could peer into mens souls and raise other unnatural creations. Phineas had read about this somewhere, but it was so long ago. What was it called? The skeleton rattled on the seat, and rose to its feet. Dust feel from the bones, and cracks could be seen developing. This thing was weak, whatever it was. It had scared away the soft monks of the monastery, and it needed some sustenance to grow in its unnatural way.
Return to your seat, lecherous thing! You have no power here in this holy place. You unnatural construct of bone, be gone from my sight!
The skeleton took a tentative step, testing the stability of the bones.
You just wait for me, Phineas the Dumb-witted. Your time is nigh.
The thing was searching for Phineass name, trying different names throughout the conversation. It was after his essence. It would truly gain an unholy soldier if it could know Phineass name in full. Only one such abomination could do this. This construct was all that remained of some mortal man, one who desired eternal life and unending power. This was a lich.
No, lich, The holding command issued by the lich slacked, and Phineas blinked his stinging eyes. my time is far down the road, and your time ends now. You cannot steal my name, for I will give it to you: I am Phineas the Blind, and I banish you, lich. Be gone, and take your rest like mortal men should, or I will light the candle in my satchel and extinguish us both.
But I cannot die. I am unending. I am more powerful than you can know, Phineas the Blind. Now kneel before me and commit yourself to my cause.
With rattling breath and leaden feet, Phineas trudged toward the lich. He overcame his final temptation, and in a moment of holy ecstasy, cleaved through the bones that constituted the lichs corporeal form. The bones turned to dust, and the room smelled better instantly. Phineas felt that this was a divine test and he had overcome temptation numerous times to defeat the dark thing. As if to prove it could exist without its corporeal form, the lich appeared as a smoky silhouette in front of Phineas one last time, taunting him:
You could have been my lieutenant in an army of unending darkness and you could have had true power, Phineas the Blind. I pity your lack of foresight and your blind allegiance to your Order.
The lich actually held on for a moment, but without the skeleton holding it to this world, it sank into the ground, and Sir Phineas saved the entire valley from the dark encroachment of a dire lich.
Phineas was in the midst of the rain and sleet. His feet dug into the muck, and his haggard steed trudged behind him. The monastery he was visiting was old now, and half reduced to ruins, but the Order refused to repair the damages, claiming that the half of the structure that had been torn down was hardly used anyway. As he crested the hill, he could see the lone spire, and noted a banner flying from the top. The Unlit Flame has no standard, and no banner should have been waving. Phineas left the road and tied his horse to a tree. He could make the rest of the trek on foot, and he would be as stealthy as possible. The rain that had turned to sleet had now turned to snow, and the flakes seemed to get larger as he approached the structure. The door was on one hinge, and one round window was shattered. The glass was on the ground outside, as if someone were trying to escape. Phineas drew his dirk and donned his shield. His candle was in his satchel, and it would remain unlit. The darkness was not an object, and the temptation to light the candle could be overcome. Phineas felt darkness and pain all over his body, and shrugged away the sensation. Some great evil was at work here. He resisted temptation again and approached the nucleus of the darkness. Sitting in the chair of the High Abbot, who is the individual who handles the agenda of the monastery and leads most prayer and spiritual activities, was a skeleton. The bones were white, and several teeth were missing in the skull. No flesh remained on these bleached bones, but some fine piece of cloth was draped across the shoulders and wrapped around the head. One toe glimmered with some gem. Phineas prepared himself, because he knew that the entity controlling the skeleton was the source of the torrent of darkness filling the monastery.
A not-unexpected voice came from all sides, but at the same time obviously came from the skeleton:
Greetings, Sir Phineas the Ignorant, Hahahaha!
Phineas responded with traces of fear and anger:
I demand to know your name and purpose in the home of holy men.
You dare demand anything from your new god? You are beholden to me, Phineas One-Eye.
I demand your name, and this is the last time. Your next outburst will end in your certain demise.
I am High Abbot Massimo Fieri, benevolent leader of the Monastery of fallen stones.
That is not possible. You are dead. If the Abbot were dead he would be at rest, not making a mockery of life, or of a servant of his very order. Now I will burn your dry bones and cleanse this place of your presence.
You will stand still while I rip the flesh from your bones, Oh tiny and weak Phineas.
Phineas was indeed still. He could not shuffle his feet or blink his eyes. The beast had cast some affliction upon him.
You will do no such thing. You will go back to whatever cold hole from which you crawled!
bha..hahaha..hahahaHAHAHAHA! You, Phineas the Weak, are my pawn. You abandoned your faith. You nearly lit your precious candle, no? You have abandoned all true hope. You will be killed and rise as my servant, a mindless husk to violate the village down the road, to infect them and make this valley my new unholy creation.
Phineas was still trapped, and the monster knew it. He had considered lighting the candle, because this darkness was serving the monster. Phineas could only banish it without the light of the candle if he could know its name. Its name must be related to its form, but what is it? He could probe, but that would raise the ire of the abomination and he would be killed more quickly. The village was certainly doomed. This thing was not a mere skeleton, and not just a mindless zombie. It was greater than that. It was some kind of undead thing something that could peer into mens souls and raise other unnatural creations. Phineas had read about this somewhere, but it was so long ago. What was it called? The skeleton rattled on the seat, and rose to its feet. Dust feel from the bones, and cracks could be seen developing. This thing was weak, whatever it was. It had scared away the soft monks of the monastery, and it needed some sustenance to grow in its unnatural way.
Return to your seat, lecherous thing! You have no power here in this holy place. You unnatural construct of bone, be gone from my sight!
The skeleton took a tentative step, testing the stability of the bones.
You just wait for me, Phineas the Dumb-witted. Your time is nigh.
The thing was searching for Phineass name, trying different names throughout the conversation. It was after his essence. It would truly gain an unholy soldier if it could know Phineass name in full. Only one such abomination could do this. This construct was all that remained of some mortal man, one who desired eternal life and unending power. This was a lich.
No, lich, The holding command issued by the lich slacked, and Phineas blinked his stinging eyes. my time is far down the road, and your time ends now. You cannot steal my name, for I will give it to you: I am Phineas the Blind, and I banish you, lich. Be gone, and take your rest like mortal men should, or I will light the candle in my satchel and extinguish us both.
But I cannot die. I am unending. I am more powerful than you can know, Phineas the Blind. Now kneel before me and commit yourself to my cause.
With rattling breath and leaden feet, Phineas trudged toward the lich. He overcame his final temptation, and in a moment of holy ecstasy, cleaved through the bones that constituted the lichs corporeal form. The bones turned to dust, and the room smelled better instantly. Phineas felt that this was a divine test and he had overcome temptation numerous times to defeat the dark thing. As if to prove it could exist without its corporeal form, the lich appeared as a smoky silhouette in front of Phineas one last time, taunting him:
You could have been my lieutenant in an army of unending darkness and you could have had true power, Phineas the Blind. I pity your lack of foresight and your blind allegiance to your Order.
The lich actually held on for a moment, but without the skeleton holding it to this world, it sank into the ground, and Sir Phineas saved the entire valley from the dark encroachment of a dire lich.
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Audience With The Red Queen
Audience With The Red Queen
Audience With the Red Queen
"Champions of the Close-Worlds, know that not all is right." The Red Queen's tone had changed abruptly from the aloofly superior tone she had taken before. As the queen spoke these words and those that followed a steel was forged in her voice that broke her enchanting glamor and conjured something more formidable.
"The infallible has erred and you are here as a result of that. We fear that Terminus will soon be breached by Infernal and should that happen the Close-Worlds will quickly follow. Your goal is simple and we will not waste words on it. The Black Sacrifice will be found by your efforts."
Silence smothered the room. The queen sat so rigidly in her throne that you would swear she was a statue were it not for the twitching frown that marred her bewitching face. It was at that point that you decided she could not possibly be human. No woman before her possessed such empyreal beauty. Her angular features seemed chiseled from some of alien origin and you finally noticed her ornate dress was nothing like you have ever seen before. What struck you though is the red the permeated the whole room--no, the whole castle. It was a rich color that was rank with royalty; it was oppressive and you felt dirty amidst all that splendor.
"But, your majesty, how will we find it?" The question came from a woman, but not the Red Queen's. You turned your head and saw that a tall, fierce looking woman was the source of the voice. It was jarring to realize that the pleasant voice came from a the callous warrior-woman you had dismissed as a barbarian. You quickly looked back to the Red Queen, expecting her to rebuke the rough knight.
There was none--in fact a smile dawned on her face and she spoke in a cool, calm voice.
"We acknowledge that this task will be a difficult one for you Champions of the Close-World, and we will put forth all the aid we can spare. Lord Eneequus of Lighthaven, our most loyal and trusted vassal, has sent word that his fae found strange rifts appearing around his lands."
"Rifts?" The rough woman asked again.
"We will allow the Lord Eneequus to explain. He is due north-west of here." The Red Queen said in short tone. She made a slight gesture and thirteen red servants materialized behind you and the other knights. They spoke softly and with reverence, but made it clear that the group's audience with the Red Queen was over.
[A location on the map has been revealed to all players: Lighthaven (Coordinates forthcoming)]
Later That Night...
Fourteen stars fall from the sky and crash into the hazy world below. You smell the smoke, feel the heat, and hear the screams even though you hover far above it all. You try to move away from it all, but find yourself held in the nothingness that is the night sky. The stars around you blink out one by one until what looks like the outline of a mouth is left. Two blazing orbs dawn over an unseen horizon and their rays fill the black nothingness with a white one. Suddenly the world is filled with waves of sound that crash against your body. It is too much to make out anything distinct, but you think you hear one word: Sacrifice.
[Players wake up the next morning with a terrible headache and a vivid recollection of last night's dream. Curiously you are wearing your Vox Orbix... but you do not remember putting it on... or even receiving it.]
Even Later That Night...
Several unfortunate players receive even stranger dreams...
[Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
~Byron]
Possible Actions
- Try to gain an audience with the Red Queen
- Explore the castle grounds
- Badger the servants
- And anything else you may wish to do! Within reason, do not be afraid to pm me questions.
Orders Due: Do not send in orders yet, wait for the map
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One key to figuring out the secret going-on's of this NES is to play attention to the little details. Repeated words, colors, and images all tie to something in Terminus.
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frak me it's a house
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Not An Evil Liar
I <3 you Nutra 
das
Regeneration In Process
Eltain
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Will we be PMed these stranger-er dreams? When will the map be up? -Several other questions I had but forgot?
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The dream-PMs will go out tomorrow when I am less "It's 1am here". The map should be up by the 19th (Wednesday). I get back to school on the 16th....and probably will be 'occupied' till the 17th. I think I should note that this turn I'll not be charging action points for actions, just imposing rather high DC ratings. So PM me 3 actions (look, one extra!) after I have announced that all the PM's went out. Protip: don't waste all these actions (example)
Because during Lancelot's second action he would have found that he could repent for betraying his bff by going to the nearest church, but now he cannot because he spent the last action point whining!
(Long story short, stagger action PM's for this 'mini-turn', you may find yourself going down a small quest-line)
- Have Lancelot bang his bff's wife
- Have Lancelot lament about afformentioned action
- Whine about losing super-holy powers
Because during Lancelot's second action he would have found that he could repent for betraying his bff by going to the nearest church, but now he cannot because he spent the last action point whining!
(Long story short, stagger action PM's for this 'mini-turn', you may find yourself going down a small quest-line)
Eltain
Deity
Stones
Stones: I:I
In the beginning there existed the near and the far; the here and the there. A void existed between these two; nothing could bridge it. Then came the Mother, who, using all of her might, created the bridge that connects all of the worlds; the Close Worlds; the Far Worlds; the Known Worlds; the Dark Worlds.
Stones: I:II
And then, on the twelth day, she rested, and lo it was a holy day. And then the Father took up her work and created the World; and lo, the people worshipped him as their God; and the Mother, jealously, locked the Father from the World he had birthed; though he had not birthed it, nay; but seeded it.
Stones: I:III
The Mother demanded he stop; think; but nay, he acted. He created Men and they did walk and speak, and till and farm. They didst worship him and idolize him; in vain, for the Mother kept him hidden away from the World, and she did leave it to rot.
Stones: I:IV
Men grew jealous of the Mother's powers and did seek to control those made in her image; women, they called them, those with wombs and tender breasts; and they did subjugate them and terrorize them. The Mother watched helplessly as this happened; she did then create the Bridge to the Dark Worlds; to unleash the Infernal upon Men and their brood.
Stones: I:V
Just as the last light of the World gave way, the Mother did feel pity; and she did give the last Woman the Stone; the Jewel; A tear the Mother had shed; and lo it did multiply, and create the twelve and boundless Stones; those that have been passed from generation to generation; in physical and in mental.
Stones: II:I
From the first Woman of the Stone (known only as the Mother stone) did birth the first Child and first Girl; she did name her Garnet; and from Garnet birthed the girl Amethyst; and from Amethyst birthed the girl Aquamarine; and from Aquamarine birthed the grl Diamond; and from Diamond birthed the girl Emerald; and from Emerald birthed the first boy Onyx, and he did rebel;
Stones: II:II
And the Mother Stone, in her wisdom, told the Daughters, her descendant Girls, that he would grow into a strong Man; They did bind him and teach him the ways of womanhood and the Stones; the strength given them by Birth, and Womb, and tender breasts; the strength of Life, that they called themselves; Life, yea, this Boy had become as well. And so the First Boy Onyx did venture out into the World and yea he didst return.
Stones: II:III
Onyx had left and return; the birth of Sapphire descended from Amber; descended from Sitara; descended from Ruby; descended from Peridot; descended from Pearle he then met; The older were no more.
Stones: II:IV
And Onyx returned with Boys and Men his own; they had taught him to fish, and to hunt, and to farm, and to Yearn; And Onyx did Yearn; he yearned for Sapphire, the Daughter and Girl now; and he didst have her; and yea Opal was birthed; Citrine after her, and Topaz, until Iolite, the final Stone, was birthed into the World.
Stones: II:V
And Yea; the Mother Stone didst return, in a cloud of light from Heaven and the Far World, and she didst speak: "Go, yea of faith and spread the Teachings of the Stone; The Mother in Heaven and the Close Worlds; the Far, the Known; the Dark. Go and spread her word; she has taught and learns yet; wisdom."; And she didst teach them the ways of the Mother in Heaven, and the Stones; the thirteen Jewels of Light which had protected them; yea, protected them from the Infernal and the Evil, and the Men and Father.
Stones: III:I
And then the Children; the Daughters, the Sons, the Girls, the Boys; the Women and Men now and elders alike; yea they did follow the Mother Stone who had descended in light; and she did lead them across the sea.
Stones: I:I
In the beginning there existed the near and the far; the here and the there. A void existed between these two; nothing could bridge it. Then came the Mother, who, using all of her might, created the bridge that connects all of the worlds; the Close Worlds; the Far Worlds; the Known Worlds; the Dark Worlds.
Stones: I:II
And then, on the twelth day, she rested, and lo it was a holy day. And then the Father took up her work and created the World; and lo, the people worshipped him as their God; and the Mother, jealously, locked the Father from the World he had birthed; though he had not birthed it, nay; but seeded it.
Stones: I:III
The Mother demanded he stop; think; but nay, he acted. He created Men and they did walk and speak, and till and farm. They didst worship him and idolize him; in vain, for the Mother kept him hidden away from the World, and she did leave it to rot.
Stones: I:IV
Men grew jealous of the Mother's powers and did seek to control those made in her image; women, they called them, those with wombs and tender breasts; and they did subjugate them and terrorize them. The Mother watched helplessly as this happened; she did then create the Bridge to the Dark Worlds; to unleash the Infernal upon Men and their brood.
Stones: I:V
Just as the last light of the World gave way, the Mother did feel pity; and she did give the last Woman the Stone; the Jewel; A tear the Mother had shed; and lo it did multiply, and create the twelve and boundless Stones; those that have been passed from generation to generation; in physical and in mental.
Stones: II:I
From the first Woman of the Stone (known only as the Mother stone) did birth the first Child and first Girl; she did name her Garnet; and from Garnet birthed the girl Amethyst; and from Amethyst birthed the girl Aquamarine; and from Aquamarine birthed the grl Diamond; and from Diamond birthed the girl Emerald; and from Emerald birthed the first boy Onyx, and he did rebel;
Stones: II:II
And the Mother Stone, in her wisdom, told the Daughters, her descendant Girls, that he would grow into a strong Man; They did bind him and teach him the ways of womanhood and the Stones; the strength given them by Birth, and Womb, and tender breasts; the strength of Life, that they called themselves; Life, yea, this Boy had become as well. And so the First Boy Onyx did venture out into the World and yea he didst return.
Stones: II:III
Onyx had left and return; the birth of Sapphire descended from Amber; descended from Sitara; descended from Ruby; descended from Peridot; descended from Pearle he then met; The older were no more.
Stones: II:IV
And Onyx returned with Boys and Men his own; they had taught him to fish, and to hunt, and to farm, and to Yearn; And Onyx did Yearn; he yearned for Sapphire, the Daughter and Girl now; and he didst have her; and yea Opal was birthed; Citrine after her, and Topaz, until Iolite, the final Stone, was birthed into the World.
Stones: II:V
And Yea; the Mother Stone didst return, in a cloud of light from Heaven and the Far World, and she didst speak: "Go, yea of faith and spread the Teachings of the Stone; The Mother in Heaven and the Close Worlds; the Far, the Known; the Dark. Go and spread her word; she has taught and learns yet; wisdom."; And she didst teach them the ways of the Mother in Heaven, and the Stones; the thirteen Jewels of Light which had protected them; yea, protected them from the Infernal and the Evil, and the Men and Father.
Stones: III:I
And then the Children; the Daughters, the Sons, the Girls, the Boys; the Women and Men now and elders alike; yea they did follow the Mother Stone who had descended in light; and she did lead them across the sea.
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Interesting incorporation of the colors there and creation of your own mythology based on what little I have given you! Let's wait and see to find out how accurate it is. 
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