Infamous Goose

2.23 Welcome to the Cosmic Planes

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Rising Wind, Crashing Waves listened to Nyxteria whine, half annoyed and half amused at its pouting.

“Nyxteria is upset that Alexander did not give Nyxteria a scale. Is Nyxteria that untrustworthy?” the great bird asked, clacking its beak and blinking its starry eyes in a way he was sure it thought was meant to be pitiful. Rising Wind felt no pity for the bird. Having a hobby was one thing, asking foreign beings for body parts to be preserved in Timeless Crystal was...

2.22 I Am The Heavens

When two gods of equal power fought, it was a battle of philosophy. The one with the greatest understanding of their own self, their enemy, and the universe around them typically won. In the Four Realms, such a thing could be considered a matter of pitting one’s Dao above another’s. I had seen it many times, and understood the mechanics of such a fight to a fine degree.

A fight between dragons was different. Dragons were pure in intent and purpose. There was nothing to argue or dou...

2.21 Dragon

Sorry this is so late. It is likely patreon chapters will be later than usual because of a changing work schedule. (Working six days a week

Alexander was woken from his sleep by Father’s hand resting itself upon his head, silently calling him to…wherever it was He had been. He could feel changes happening in the Four Realms, his siblings already making waves from whatever insights Father had to show them. Slowly, Alexander raised his head to look at the strange, swirling portal tha...

2.20 I Must Find Out Why

The Overgod of the Multiverse drummed its metaphorical fingers on its metaphorical desk as it watched the nascent Origin Deities wander about through each other’s realms. Data and charts were presented before it, constantly fluctuating as the deities learned and observed new information, but its attention was fixed solely on the gods themselves. None of the presented data was outside projections, of course, save for one glaring detail.

The probability of there being a void-related di...

2.19 Welcome to the Garden

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The Progenitor watched his world from afar, as he always had and always would. His home was located at the very center of his Garden, in the heart of the massive ball of light that shone on all of creation. Worlds spun around the light, hundreds of thousands of them, each with their own unique characteristics. Some were barren and empty. Some were frozen balls of ice, others flaming spheres or giants made of gas. A few still were...

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Welcome! This the start of my patreon.

Primary project is Breath of Creation. You will find only two new chapters here for now, chapter 2.17 and 2.18. Patrons are guaranteed two chapters a week, though I will be posting 3 times a week for as long as I can keep it up, or I am satisfied with how far ahead patrons are of royalroad.

Secondary project is the Starlit Soul, an epic fantasy. It's a WIP. I haven't given up on it yet, but I haven't written much on it yet. It will likely b...

2.18 [Silence.]

Towards the end of the trip the Emperor held a little ball, and introduced us to a few of his upper echelons. Three Dukes and Duchesses, a few Counts, and the more prominent Barons all stood before us as the Emperor introduced each to us; then proceeded to introduce a few of his staff members. These ones did not have proper names. They were like Jester. Their names were titles. There was Scholar, General, Treasurer, and so forth…it was honestly impressively well organized.

Then came ...

2.17 Welcome to Heaven and Earth

The Emperor was a proud being. He led the way into his Realm with head held high and chest puffed out, six arms spread wide as he welcomed the familiar embrace of his Kingdom. The light of heaven kissed his golden skin, a cool breeze ruffling his hair and setting his cape to fluttering. Before him lay golden fields and green hills, purple mountains rising in the distance. Clouds touched the mountaintops like halos, glowing red and gold from the ever-present light.

“Welcome to the King...

1.13 Interlude: One Tribe

Stonehide looked out over the army assembled before him. Three years it had taken to unite the tribes. Three long years of bloodshed and violence, the kind he thrived in, and it all came down to one last fight. One last brutal battle between minotaurs – and not once had he ever expected it to be the Greenplains who remained standing against him.

The Redclubs had fallen in the first four months, their chief a sniveling, stunted minotaur without a lick of courage in his bones. Others ha...

1.12 All She Saw Was Red

There were many things to remember when fighting a dangerous beast – especially magical ones, like the frost bear. Their habits, their diet, their preferred hunting methods, how territorial they are and how to escape if things turned south. And, if they were magical, what they could do. One didn’t hunt a Shadow Lion at night, for example. In this case, of course, Lysander was lacking such a simple luxury as information.

Add in his accursed sense of duty to protect the salamanders as...

1.11 If It Is Death

Lysander burst out of the tunnel, skidding to a halt on a ledge overlooking a massive cavern and, for the first time, beheld the salamanders’ village. Huts of stacked stone ringed the walls, forming a circle around a pool of water in the very center. The roofs were thatched, made of wood and what looked to be some sort of fungi – it was hard to tell in the dim light of the glowstone. Two fires burned in the cave itself, one in a tunnel to the right, which seemed to lead upward toward the ...

1.10 Catacombs

Three years had passed since Lysander had first started to observe the Salamanders. The time had slowly trickled by as he did what he could, learning about their culture, habits, and snippets of their language. They were fascinating creatures, and he wished for nothing more than to actually make contact with them, to do more than just trick their traps and interact with them through the strange form of trade he’d come up with. Already he’d amassed a small pile of those shiny stones, havin...

1.9 ...Marches On

A storm was coming. Lysander could feel it in the air, in his bones, in the whispers of the spirits as they danced along the roaring winds. He pulled his buffalo hide coat tighter around himself, snuggling into the warmth and debating the merits of running back to his little shelter to huddle in for the rest of the day. Currently he stood far away from the salamander’s cave, on the opposite side of the lake hidden in some trees, watching the entrance as they scampered about, hauling in thei...

1.8 And Time...

There was something wrong with the salamanders.

That was perhaps too strong of a word, “wrong,” but it was the only one Lysander could think of as he sat in a tree, chewing on a piece of deer jerky. Below him the salamanders were fiddling with a few traps, but there was a noticeable…tension between them. Best he could tell, there were two different groups of salamanders within the same tribe, and they didn’t like each other.

It was more than just a mild dislike. There had ...

1.7 Interlude: Stonehide

Chief Stonehide of the Bloodhorn Tribe was a massive creature, far larger than all the other minotaurs gathered before him. His shaggy torso was broad and covered in battle scars, arms as thick as tree trunks with great bulging muscles, and curling horns twice as thick as the largest of his tribesmen. Even sitting, hunched over and slowly chewing on a raw deer leg, biting through flesh and fur and bone alike, he managed to loom over all others. His beady black eyes roved over the meal hall, h...

1.6 Someone Has to Observe

Night had fallen.

Lysander lay in a bush not far from the entrance to the salamanders’ cave, just down a small slope and right next to one of the wooden shacks they stored firewood in. Two torches blazed on either side of the cave’s mouth, shadows dancing upon the rocky cliffside, and further in he could see the light of even more torches illuminating the cave walls. Two salamanders lay curled up at the edge of the firelight, a yellow and an orange one, sleeping away without a care ...

1.5 For Once

For once, no time was wasted in getting ready to leave. The elders were notorious for taking a long time to get anything ready, spending dozens of seasons to deliberate over nearly anything. Not this time. Early the next morning Lysander found himself standing just outside of town with Alaric and his mother, the sun just starting to lighten the sky. A few people gave the little group glances as they went about their day-to-day lives, and Lysander took a moment to stretch, using his spear to k...

1.4 The Sacred Mountain

Something was moving outside of his tent. He wasn’t sure what time it was or even what was going on – all he knew was that it was dark outside, and something was fiddling with his tent flap. A single thought flew into his sleep-addled mind as he rolled onto his feet, off of the pile of furs he used as bedding, and clenched his fists; danger. The tent flap opened and in a split second of hesitation, Lysander waited. It took every ounce of willpower to stop himself from leaping at ...

1.3 Homeward

Lysander sighed in heavy relief the moment his canoe hit smooth waters, his arms and back aching from weeks of rowing upriver. He’d forgotten how much work it could be, and gingerly rolled his shoulders as the canoe gently drifted forward. Whoever thought making this journey in a canoe was a good idea is an idiot. He thought bitterly. Oh wait, that was my idea, because I wanted to try out my new canoe. Moron. He sighed heavily and relaxed a bit, enjoying this smooth, easy ...

1.2 Tricks and Traps

Lysander placed a smooth river stone in the pouch of his sling, eyeing the fat grouse as it slowly made its way down the hillside, hopping over a fallen log and weaving between the branches of some scrub oak. Luck was on his side this morning, it seemed. He hadn’t even been looking to hunt – he had enough supplies – but a fresh meal instead of the jerky and nuts he’d been subsisting on would be more than welcomed. The grey-feathered, fat bird paused just as it emerged from the scrub o...

1.1 First Contact

His name was Lysander, and he had a wanderer’s soul. That was what everyone told him, at least. And while it was true that he often went out into the wider world beyond the Sacred Mountain for years at a time, he wasn’t sure he agreed with them. After all, unlike the true wandering elves, who vanished into the horizon never to be seen again, he always found his feet returning home after a time. Often he brought curios back with him – seeds from fruit trees that grew in the far south, wh...

2.16 A Good Child

Reika was fascinated by all around her. A whole new world! Her initial annoyance at Mother dragging her out of her meditations had long sinc

Reika was fascinated by all around her. A whole new world! Her initial annoyance at Mother dragging her out of her meditations had long since faded into the background in the face of the wonder of an entirely new universe. She watched in fascination as life and death swirled together in a mixture of white and black, blended by the rotation of the R...

2.15 Welcome to the Wheel Realm

It was a mere fifteen years that the other gods spent in MR-10’s clockwork universe. Which was enough time for me to meditate on some things, but not nearly enough time for me to fully internalize what I’d been learning. I had to stop myself from falling into a deep state of enlightenment on more than one occasion just so I didn’t miss out on any of the other universes I could go to. In the end, Yueya saved me by being unable to suppress her desire to talk any more.

Which ended up...

2.14 Luck

“So there are two kinds of gods,” the Emperor mused from his spot in the Sixth Heaven. Reilly paused in his explanation of the movement of luck – which was less of an explanation and more of a rambling about how he can’t and doesn’t want to control it – to look up at the golden-skinned Origin Deity. His Jester stood behind him, and muttered something that set his God-king to howling with laughter.

Two other gods stood before him, ones of Reilly’s universe. One was like Pyr...

2.13 Welcome to the Seven Heavens

Reilly immediately glued himself to my side the moment I stood up from my chair. He hooked one arm around mine, pulling me close, while his other hand waved my now-empty flask in the air as he glanced about at the other gods.

“Dibs on going with Statera!” He proclaimed, then paused and squinted at me. His breath stank of alcohol, strong enough to even effect me. I wrinkled my nose, and he grinned. “You do have more booze, right?” he asked.

“Would you believe me if I said...

2.12 Rankings

Shin was a naturally quiet being. He much preferred listening over speaking, for when one listened all kinds of things could be heard. For example, simply listening to the way Statera Luotian phrased things allowed him to understand why they would bring a seeming mortal to this meeting. Not to mention the occasional nuggets of information said mortal occasionally offered their God; Timeless Crystals were something even he hadn’t heard about before.

He had also confirmed that there wer...

2.11 Introductions

“So…introductions?” Yueya, the beautiful elf, said, twirling one lock of hair around her finger. “How do we want to do this? Go in a circle, say your name, domain, what your world is? An interesting fact about yourself?” It was at that point that I understood she was being a little derisive, not serious. The inverted pyramid made a strange beeping sound that I almost attributed to being a laugh.

“That would be…amenable. Gathering data should not be done for free. Trading i...

2.10 Arrival

As if on cue, a ripple echoed through space like a drop of water in a still pool – and the first of the other Origin Deities arrived, emerging through a portal that appeared in its archway. My breath caught in my throat, and I had to swiftly envelop the Mad Scientist in a bubble of my aura to protect her from the sheer presence of the new arrival.

It was a butterfly. Giant in size, its wings seeming to be made up of primordial chaos itself, the edges fluttering like smoke with each li...

2.9 Leaving

The gods had gathered before me for my farewell, milling about in the grand hall of my palace. Or, at least, some of them. I hadn’t wanted everyone to know I was going to be leaving for a time, so only those who needed to know were present. That included a few of the major elemental gods, such as Aeriel and Argent, as well as the Big Four, Kei, Randus, and a few others. Fu Hao and Stilicho were busy elsewhere, but I had long since informed them of my departure, while the Mad Scientist stood...

2.8 The Plus One

It was amusing to me, how the first Dao besides my own to fully manifest in the Four Realms was the Dao of the Warrior – just a bud though it was. The warrior who led his people away from its city. The warrior who stood before the Shadow. The warrior who battled the sea his whole life. The warrior who studied in his room while his body was weak, sharpening his mind. The warrior who stood alone, and fought through the strange, hidden realm.

Xing Wu. Star Warrior. I find the name ironic...