Oriso Creation Myth
Oxawutar was alone in the darkness in a vast snow field at the beginning of time. For 12 days they wandered. At the end of the first day they met /inorah/ Godess of Stories and the world was filled with sound, the wind and crunch of snow, and the soft impact of tiny snow flakes on the ground. /inorah/ named herself, and told Oxawutar his name. It felt right and language was brought into the world. They then rested together for another day as /inorah/ filled the world with the sound of stories. The next day the pair set off, and again at the end of the day, they met a new goddess, this time Yolavorna Goddess of Painting and Color, and with her appearance, the world was filled with color. Her fur was dyed in the most beautiful and colorful patterns covering her from head to toe. The trio spent the night listening to more stories, as Yolavorna painted wondrous scenes from them. The in the morning, the trio set out once more in the pink morning semi-twilight. Eventually the group met a new goddess, /ɵrikum/ Goddess of Death, and with her coming the world knew death, and the worth of life. Although the trio was wary of /ɵrikum/ they welcomed her into their party, and spent the night resting and philosophizing about life and death. If the world would one day die, then what was the point of continuing on asked Oxawutar, but /ɵrikum/ replied, with a question to /inorah/, "If a story must end, why do you tell them?" "Because the stories we create are our legacy, a story without end says nothing by trying to say everything. Without an ending, a story is meaningless" /ɵrikum/ then turned to Oxawutar and said "Without death there is no ending to our stories. We must die one day, but even for a short while, everyone's story lives on in their friends and companions, as I will with you and as we all will." As they talked through the night, doubts still lingered, but in the morning the part was ready to continue on. They walked listening to /inorah/ tell a sad story of a world dying, and a wanderer caught there at the end, recording all they could, unable to escape. At the end of the story, they met a new goddess, /igɔlafi/ Goddess of Hope and Optimism, and with her appearance, Oxawutar finally realized that endings, like death, are both opportunities, and motivation to try to do the impossible because how wonderful the world both is, and how much more wonderful it could be if everyone only tried to help. Invigorated, Oxawutar wanted to keep walking all night, but /igɔlafi/ counseled rest, "Blind optimism risks foolish mistakes, without hope and optimism we will never reach our potential, but that does not mean we cannot rest for a while." So the deities spent the night resting and talking. In the morning they set off and shortly met /uɢɛmiʈof/ Goddess of The Future, and with her arrival, the world had a future, filled with infinite potential, and uncertainty too, the party marveled at the mystery that lay ahead, as they continued walking, /uɢɛmiʈof/ talked with /igɔlafi/ of what could be and of the potential filling the world, like a blank canvas Yolavorna said. When the party stopped to rest for the night they all quietly contemplated the future. In the morning, the party set off in silence. At the end of the day, they met a new goddess, /dʌrakiv/ Goddess of Loneliness, and with her appearance, they knew that they would not always be together, and that they might one day have to part ways. They were filled with sadness, but /dʌrakiv/ said, "Do not weep for the future apart, instead cherish the now together, for one day we will all see each other for the last time, but it is not this day." As the party looked at around, they knew that this walk would be one they remembered forever, and that had much to learn about each other and the world. They spent the night talking and doing ice breakers. In the morning, they set off once more, and at the end of the day, the party met /aɹiko/ Goddess of the Sky, and with her appearance the sky was filled with stars and the moon, and constellations and all the other wonders of the sky. They spent their rest staring up and marveling at the sky. In the morning, the party set off again, wandering and discussing the world and life. Later that day, they met /fɛnaʎu/ Goddess of water, and the world for the first time knew something more than snow. There were now oceans, and rivers, lakes and streams, in the distance, they could see a great ocean. The group gazed in awe at the still waters, and camped within sight of it. When the moon poked up over the orange horizon, its reflection was memorizing. As the waves slowly lapped against the ice, /dʌrakiv/ sat slightly apart from everyone staring contentedly at the ocean. When /aɹiko/ sat down beside her, /dʌrakiv/ said "I could see myself staying here forever, watching the sky, listening to the waves, and just contemplating life." "If only our futures truly were endless" /uɢɛmiʈof/ walking over with /inorah/. "were it only possible to spend an eternity in a day, such an eternity could be swallowed up the sea" said /inorah/, "and I think it wouldn't even be wasted". In the morning the party set out again and when it started getting late, they met /xamɛ/ Goddess of Luck, and the world became a little more mysterious, and uncertain. The infinite potential of the future got a little more interesting, and the extraordinary, would occasionally, from now on become the real. When the party stopped for the night, it felt like the perfect temperature, a nice warm night with a slight cool breeze and all was right. In the morning, the party set out once more. The sun was getting lower each day, and soon it looked like it might even dip below the horizon at night. Later that day, they met a new goddess, /ipɔɹah/ Goddess of Grief, and the world knew sadness once more. Most of despaired, accept /ɵrikum/, /uɢɛmiʈof/, and /ipɔɹah/. /ɵrikum/ because she knew grief would come in the future, and that for now, she had new friends; /uɢɛmiʈof/ because the sad times make the future happy ones better, and the world would not always be happy; /ipɔɹah/ because she knew that sometimes we are all going to be sad, and when we are sad, it meant we cared, the cause of our sadness meant something, and we are alive. Either way, the party managed to carry on for a while more before stopping. The next morning most everyone had come to terms with the fact that life would not always be happy. They set out again, and after a while realized there was someone new with them. /haminʔdurn/ Goddess of Chaos joined the divine party, and with her existence, the world could no longer be fully ordered by anyone, order begets chaos. Instead, life is a matter of making your own order out of the chaos of existince, and that was the lesson /haminʔdurn/ imparted on the divine party. eventually the group stopped for the night.
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. When Oxawutar got up on the 13th day, they saw a great tree in the distance, alone in the field of snow, they ventured there.
(repeat for the 1 more days adding parts of the world and bringing new goddesses into existence)
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and when they reached the tree, Oxawutar could see a great (castle? Hall?) nestled in the branches of it, and at it's gates stood 3 dieties (the other gender neutral ones). (talks to them, they're interesting, boom creation myth done!).
Note to self: add something about a sweet pet wolf, maybe when they see the tree)(takes another 11 days to meet the rest of the male gods)
I say morning and night, they are in the arctic, the day actually lasted for the first 12 days, and at most got dim, then the next 11 days were night. I doubt the 24 hour night period immediately follows the 24 hour day period in those parts of earth, but it's a myth, it doesn't have to follow reality.
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