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Weaver of Fates is a role-play and art challenge group based in the mystical world of The Weaver. As a group we want to encourage community, creativity and acceptance for those who are hoping to find a place to fit in and hopefully finally find their own unique safe haven.

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The world was created after a dying universe (one which was made and cared for by the Mother of the Weaver and the Necromancer) had finally faded, which indicated that The Mother (as lore has come to call her) had finally passed on to whatever plane of existence awaits a Deity.
This left the Weaver and the Necromancer with only each other, for their mother and her creations had all seemingly blown away like fine sand in a non-existing wind.
The Weaver was heartbroken, being the eldest of the two meaning she had grown closer to the deceased Deity than her younger brother. The Necromancer couldn't bare to see the only light he had left filled with such sorrow..so he tried everything he could think of. Recount stories the Mother had told them, discuss the wondrous worlds she had created and the life she had made for them. Anything he could think of that he remembered always made the Weaver smile in the past.
However it did not help fill the hole that had been left in her heart, hearing all of those stories only sent the Weaver deeper into despair and in turn the Necromancer began to feel hopeless. What could he possibly do that could bring an end to his sister's suffering?
This question tormented him for an unknown span of time in that dark void of empty space he and his sister were left in, making him all the more desperate to find an answer. But it had slowly been dawning upon him that there might not have been a way to undo the damage that  had been done upon the death of their dearest mother.
and so the Necromancer began to grieve in silence. All he could do was long for the life he had before to return, one where his mother was still alive and where his sister could smile.
It was during this time where he began to tell himself the stories he had grown to love, that a small spark would ignite. Now originally he had been hoping that these stories would provide him with some sort of comfort, but instead it provided him with an idea.
One which he quickly went to tell the Weaver.
The idea was to create a world which would help them remember all that their mother had done before.
The beautiful landscapes, all of the creatures, all that they could remember about the Mother, would be put into this world.
To create a world they had learned that essence of a deity had to be used, for you could not create something out of nothing. The Weaver and the Necromancer had never fully understood the sacrifices their Mother made while creating all of her worlds, but this was when that finally changed.
For the core of the world, the Necromancer sacrificed his heart- to allow life to flow through the world (this portion tends to vary with who tells this bit of lore, but this is the most commonly used). The Weaver used portions of the exoskeleton she had molted to make the surface of the world and allowed the tears that still fell from her eyes to form into mighty seas and lakes. The Necromancer allowed his feathers to make trees and the breath from his lungs to gift the world with wind. To ensure it held together, the Weaver used her silk as thread to hold the world's seems together
However if they stopped there, then the world would be left a horrific realm. A place where no one could live in joyous harmony.
So they decided to sacrificed their memories, everything they had to remember their mother and the worlds she created.
that was what somehow allowed the world to change into a lush and gorgeous paradise. One which their mother would even be proud of.
The Weaver and the Necromancer had done it, they had created their first world. However there was still something missing.
they had made a world, yet there was no creature to walk among its surface
the Weaver was saddened by this. After all they had went through all this trouble, just to produce a lifeless world.
For a moment she wondered if it was to serve as a reminded to the loneliness she had felt upon the loss of her mother and all she once knew. Though the Necromancer wouldn't allow his sister to return to this state. As the legend says the Necromancer, only with the desire to see his sister smile again sacrificed a rib, his best feathers and the remainder of his memories to create the life that now calls this world home.
The memories of the creatures the Mother created for all of her worlds mixed together thus allowing sentient creatures of the land, air and sea to emerge from the needed sparks of life. Creatures of myth, reality and days of old mixed together causing a variation of creatures to live and thrive on the planet
the legend then continues on to explain that upon his sacrifice, the Necromancer lost knowledge of who he once was and couldn't remember the Weaver when she tried to talk to him about the joy that had been filling her heart upon seeing that they were no longer alone.
Heart?
What was a heart?
What was joy?
He knew not what these concepts were
It didn't take long for the Weaver to realize what had happened. All that her brother had sacrificed for her. Though what they didn't realize is that he had accidentally given these creatures his emotions as well, everything that had once made him a loving brother. Now he was an emotionless shell.
Now his portion of the lore had been lost in time, there is no way to know what happened upon the Weaver realizing her loss.
However we do know the rolls they took.
The Weaver became the deity of life and creation while the Necromancer became the deity of death and destruction.
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