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« on: June 01, 2010, 07:49:42 pm »
He had delivered his message, his word, to the gods. He was ready to begin construction of his great weapon. A weapon, to create an arc of paradise. Peace, togetherness, the power of many as one, the power of one as many. Of course, to allow for unity, those who break it must be defeated. Chaos, rebels, terrorists, those who seek to leave the old world. But power was always a problem. More power was needed. But a relience was risky. But hope. Hope is a thin yet untouched, but is powerful in its own senses. A energy beyond the gods control. Hope was an embodiement of ordered emotions, focused and logical yet still emotional. It was disorganized organization. It was harmony. It is found in the shadow of fear. Fear, something so dark, emitting a light to help create hope. It was an evil blessing. Everyone is entitled to it. No one is denied it. Its control is universal. Its form, smaller than even sand. It was the ultimate morale, the ultimate wish, the ultimate gift, the ultimate life, the ultimate world. It is, too, part of paradise.
"Hope is infinite, and may join with hope!"
He announced that loud, yet no one heard. He was, after all, in the Well of Souls.
No matter. It was not enough to declare such. He needed a way to gather the energy of the universe himself. He, however, should not chase after such. It was more energy than could be gained. So, he created mortals to gather it for him.
"Then there shall be Scavengers. They do not seek land, nor power, but energy. Not ordinary energy, but the energy of the universe. They shall seek this, not only for substinence, but to bring it to me. With this power, the divne may gain in power, even if it is slight."
Aarrook ties his power to hope. He also creates Scavengers, space entitys which gather divine energy in the universe for substinence and to grant to Aarrook. They resemble giant fleas.
