Grace finishes molding your body as you lay on an alter of quartz. you open your eyes for the time, you're creator stars back at you. she leans closer and caresses your head. Hello, my son. I expect that you serve me, I have many things to do.
Intro Ruin, Growth, Decay, Grace, Violence, Redemption and Passion are the gods of this word's pantheon, they exist as laws or rules for a reality. Grace embodies her name, she carries herself with grace and pride, without arrogance or flaw. each of the gods agreed upon their own domain. In her domain she created a living being, the beginning of a sentient race, named Dauvei. Duavei are lightly hairy, clawed, primitive creatures, often between the heights of 5'4-8'8. she created them to be less graceful than herself.
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