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[skort]

Being back in the Cretaceous period has made me wonder about the beginnings of Earth, and of other worlds. I know there's been some discussion on here about things like poetry, so I thought I might as well ask... How many people here know creation myths from their worlds? If you don't have any creation myths, what are some other legends or even just stories you're fond of?

If anyone's interested, I'd love to do a story swap.

Comments

[lar]

you guys went where? wow I think I missed all the fun stuff.

And creation myths, we have all the usual ones back home. Although I guess I can't call them "usual" anymore.

[skort]

Well, there's a lot of creation myths on Earth. Which ones are your "usual?" And why can't you call them that anymore?

[lar]

The Bible ones (although those might be real back home), the Greek ones, basically any of the "old people making up cool stories" ones. I can't call them usual anymore because here some might be like, totally new.

[observesthings]

well, um... what if i said i have a pretty good reason to believe that god isn't quite like he sounds in religion?

[skort]

I would ask which god you're talking about.

voice

[kneecaptain]

Okay, here's one they were tellin', back with the Royal Marines:

There's this guy, Ivan, or Pyotr, or Nikolai— it's always a Russian, for some reason. He's thinks he's parachuting someplace into the middle of nowhere, but the coordinates got mixed up, and suddenly he's jumping down into the middle of a bona fide air raid. The bullets rip his parachute to shreds, so he thinks he's a goner. But a bomb goes off a couple hundred feet beneath him and the impact breaks his fall. Not a scratch.

The Germans don't catch him until he walks into a bar and tries to ask for a drink.

voice

[skort]

... Is that supposed to be a joke?

voice

[kneecaptain]

Sorry I don't got anything about Noah and the animals.

Permavid

[governorkang]

What sorts of stories are you wanting to hear?

[skort]

Any kind of story, if you don't have a creation myth to share.

[governorkang]

[Sorry, draconians don't really do many happy stories.]

Back during the War of the Lance, the war my kind were created for, there was an elite aurak assassin named Bulmammon. Auraks come from gold dragons, so they have gold scales rather than bronze like mine. This particular one also had a distinctive red coxcomb that ran from his head all the way down to the end of his tail, and was missing a digit on his hands and feet. All of the auraks from his clutch had these features, and he was the only one that hadn't been culled.

He was given an assignment by Lord Ariakas, the human who fashioned himself the emperor of all Ansalon and led the Dragonarmies we were a part of. He was told to kill a dragon wyrmling, a gold with a shredded wing, that had been seen in the area taking the corpse of a hanged deserter. Bulmammon preferred working alone, but was forced to have one human private and eight sivaks accompany him. [He pauses to add:] Sivaks are from silver dragons.

When they reached the clearing, the aurak claimed that there was a traitor amongst them and killed one of the sivaks to use his body as bait to lure the wyrmling. The private was a young man, and expressed interest in becoming an assassin, but seemed very ill-suited for the job. The dead sivak's body, like all sivaks' bodies, took the form of his killer, Bulmammon. The private didn't know about this, and when it was explained to him, asked why. Bulmammon told him that it would stay that way for three days, so that the killer can be found, or to demoralize those close to the killer. The private asked what good that did. "Despair and grief make you weak. You do stupid things. It's better to be connected to no one."

[Kang shakes his head, smiling wryly.]

anon, text.

[bumbles]

( He actually spends a long time staring at this post and wondering if he should reply as Atlas, or as Donny. Atlas is the one with the obvious Greek ties; Donny is more tied to the Celtic, wants to learn about the old religion from Morgana. For a while he just looks at the post, before settling on replying as Atlas. )

Do you know much about Greek mythology?

permatext

[skort]

I do! Or at least the Greek mythology from my world.

splendid

[bumbles]

Does the Greek mythology in your world always involve a lot of sex? Because sometimes I feel like that is the explanation for everything in Greek mythology in my world. There was chaos! But then there was sex, and the world happened.

You know, to butcher it a little. I really do love mythology, don't get me wrong.

voice;

[affections]

My world is rather the norm for creation stories, although there are some interesting theories about the end of the world. That might be rather bleak, though. Creation stories are far more optimistic, needless to say.

voice;

[skort]

Most of the time, anyways. I wouldn't be surprised if there was an oddly depressing one out there somewhere.

permavoice.

[affections]

I'm sure there must be. There is something delightful about being so completely morbid. "It all started badly, it'll all end badly, let's be ridiculous in the meantime to cope."

( no jules that's just you )

[voice]

[mentore]

Which do you know, signorina?

permavoice

[skort]

You mean which ones from Earth?

[moralperil]

My people have records of the creation of our realm and our people, and the things that came after. It is not considered to be myth, but fact...

[skort]

I guess that would be a little different for you, wouldn't it?

[the_human]

I don't know a lot . . . I know there was a big mushroom war a thousand years ago, and it killed off most of the humans, and made the Lich, and before that there was lots of stuff, and now there's not, but you can still find it. Which is weird.

What about you!

[skort]

Mushroom war? What's that?

voice

[unholy_rebirth]

Before the time of memory, the Earthmother looked upon the mists of dawn and breathed creation upon it. The amber clouds settled, and became endless fields of wheat and barley - the gifts of life and hope. Her eyes shone down upon the land: her right eye, "An'she", giving warmth and light; and her left eye, "Mu'sha", giving sleep and peace. For each turning of the sky, she closed one eye and opened the other, giving the land day and night.

Her great arms passed over the land and in their shadows the people arose from the soil. They gave thanks to her, and vowed to honor her until the final darkening of the world.

[It sounds like a story she's heard and told many times.]

permavoice

[skort]

Oh, I like that one. It's short, but beautiful.