The water in the silver bowl didn't seem to be any different. It looked like normal water. Yet once a Kaish drank from the bowl, it was still full. The Kaish then walked up to one of the opposite sex and started doing "the beast with two backs". More Kaish came to drink from the water and the same thing happened, be it male or female.
Ar'Guran
The leonin, blades, and fey understood what Ar'Guran carved into the stone. They now knew the language of Ar'Guran. They then began hunting and enslaving the nearby villages with the knowledge Ar'Guran gave them.
Arora
The Feyeath grew to have a symbiotic relationship with the beasts in the Ebonbark area. They were able to domesticate them and use them for many things, such as milking, shearing, and transportation. The beasts even went to the Feyeath's slaughtering area when they wanted to become meat. This relationship between man and beast helped to strengthen the Feyeath communities in the area.
Bolt
When Bolt woke up the next morning, he saw a small cloud floating in the air next to him where he laid. It worked! Bolt had made his Nimbus. He was so overjoyed that he wanted to try it out.
Venari
Venari enchanted the Nirn Nomads, giving them improved vision in the dark and thermal sight. This scared the Nirin at first, since they had no clue what they were seeing. They soon acclimated to what they could see and was able to navigate the caves with ease.
Leilani
The innocent experimentation between Leilani and Taumel caused the land around the tree to be extra fertile and made the Feyeath more full of energy than they normally were. Leilani succeeded in making it so the tree could attack intruders with vines, branches, and roots. With Taumel creating a psionic field around the tree, making it so Leilani's followers could teleport around freely and crippling intruder's minds when they enter, Leilani had an amazing fortress. Leilani hoped to do more experiments with Taumel in the future.
Taumel
When the real Taumel returned from the tree in the swamp, she saw many seeds planted on the seabed. The growth rates for the species was all over the place: some were just budding and growing while others had already came out of the pods.
Era
The ice crown seemed to appear out of thin air into Era's hands, which she then put on top of the Nirin male. The Nirin male felt full of power with the crown and started using his new powers to see what he could do by bending his blood.
Thumero
Thumero attempted to make some sort of revelation at the volcano. He waited a long time and nothing happened. He heard rumbling all around him and then shortly after, a small eruption occured around Thumero. Some people that watched Thumero and heard the eruption ran away in fear. However, two Kaish and three Feyeath became inspired by this eruption, believing Thumero had caused it.
Bolt - 19/30 2MP Thucho'Iro Heights
Thumero - Ebonbark Bay - 24/30 AP - 2 MP
Bolt was still worried about Mrs.Flower, she still seemed confusing and out there most of the time. Bolt decided to see if he could get an old friend to help him out. "Thumero can you hear me, I need your help with something"
At first there was silence before Thumero's voice echoed into his ears. "What is it?"
"I need your help, I have a a friend who's acting very weird"
"...What would you have me do?" The words came out a bit more fatigued hearing them from the speaker.
"Just come over here" Bolt said in a slightly worried voice "I will show you her maybe you can find out what's wrong with her"
"That I cannot do at this time... But if you can tell me..." His words were cut off before Thumero spoke up again. "Does this have anything to do with a flower?"
"yes" Bolt said "how do you know that?"
The voice grew silent for a while before there was a sudden sharpness in the back of his eyes. "If you think that it is dying, then let me aid you."
Bolt's eyes widened as he screamed out "SHE'S DYING!"
That same stinging sensation moved to his arms and hands, and lodged deep in his head. He could feel Thumero's will coursing through his body and seeking for the flower in question, ready to offer aid at any time. For the Psion it seemed little more needs to be said.
"what going on" Bolt said as he felt a weird energy going through his body
"I cannot be here personally, but I will do what I can.... Try to heal it with your own power, and I will try to strengthen it with my own."
"Th-Thank you" bolt said in the sombra voice. Bolt looked at her. He could see somthing was wrong with her "Ok, let's save my freind."
The moment Bolt had touched the flower, that strange energy began to latch onto it through the fingers, taking on a cyan hue and almost moving like the wind was blowing against it.
Difficulty: 15 Continental Action Cost: 6 AP
Turn a mortal or creature into a demigod [+4 weather]
Give Mrs.Flowers life and make her a Demigod. +2 domain in whether
[Thumero assist +4 Psionics]
Thumero will aid in developing the flower's sentience, and limited clarvoyance and telepathy; may also have the side effect of being spirited and deterministic about its nature and the nature of their creators.
The water seemed to have some effect, Gi'zeal hoped that whatever this mass of lust was it would be followed by subjugation of the weak.
Gi'zeal stopped rooted to the spot, it felt like a storm was blowing through the core of his being. Bolt. The creature was doing something of great effort, was this the others had felt from him and Arora in the cave? He could certainly see the temptation to withhold such power. But he could gain a lot more from another demi-god.
He projected his thoughts out to the monster's valley, to see him kneeling over a green figure.
Before bolt could even see his thoughtform Gi'zeal raised his hand and said "I'm here to help" then stepped out before them.
Bolt looked at him "your here to help me?"
"well" he points as the collapsed thorn "her"
"I'd be quite the hypocrite if I destroyed another helpless demi-god"
Bolt still hate him with a fiery passion but knew Mrs.Flower need all the help she could get. "Alright, but don't think I will be your slave after this"
"This would not be a deal made fairly like mine with Arora. I'm just here as a sign of good faith. I'm not enslaving anyone today, not without say so from a dragon. but we don't have much time" he waved his hand a the sky "I need you to keep the clouds away"
"The sun must shine directly on her"
From his place in the forest Gi'zeal directed as much of the hunger of plants as he could to the dying flower. The light around her seemed to dim as she began to grow brightly, her breathing became rapid, her leaves swelling and falling quickly as her metabolism raced, attempting to heal whatever had been done to her.
After they were done with Mrs.Flower Bolt turn to him and said "what did you say about slavery?"
as he faded away Gi'zeal replied "it was you that mentioned slavery. I hope we have done enough for her, good luck"
Domain +4 need
Try to drive Mrs Flower's metabolism into overdrive giving her an unquenchable thirst for photons that should affect her like an addiction.
She will heal and live faster in sunlight and can even emit it in a laser-like beam if she has collected enough.
However out of sunlight she will become depressed weak and lethargic and if this goes on too long will go into a sort of stasis.
If the sun stops shining on Mrs Flower during her creation this becomes a -4 hinder.
Taumel had been taken by surprise when she realized what Leilani had been saying all along. She had no earthly or bodily desires anymore. She lived through her mind, to instill a higher intelligence unto the mortals in the reef, and to gauge how powerful she could become. Still, she'd given in and laid with her below the tree. It had reminded her of a time long since pass, when she was a meer mortal like those coming out of the pods in front of her.
She retreated into the abyss after making sure the krakes had come alive as planned. Months she spent in the deepest recess of the sea, meditating and casting of what desires had been awoken. Once she'd achieved a higher state of mind, Taumel returned to the reef. It was then that she felt another demigod's creation, and saw a brief glimpse of who was creating it. It was nowhere near her, she had no reason to act one way or another, so for now she choose to simply wait.
Taumel spent the day investigating the islands of the Lucent Reef, the activities of Avaline's United Front, the black hand and the krakes.
It seemed that there had been trouble with some kind of drakes, but that it had been dealt with. The black hand had eradicated as many of them as possible before the dumb creatures fled. They'd aquired crude bows and arrows somehow. Taumel assumed someone had made those, but she didn't know anyone with the knowledge.
Without the great mind, some of the Feyeath had felt at a loss, but Avaline continued to lead them towards prosperity. The majority of the islands were now theirs. The monsoon had come and gone. There was a developing sense of community and belonging all around.
The main problem had occured when the Feyeath and the Krakes had encountered each other. There had been vicious fighting for the first week, but as neither side were brutes a peace had been brokered. Avaline had apparently welcomed the Krakes as equals, members of the reef, which had given them a much better impression of the dumb race they thought the Feyeath were at first.
Taumel assumed her white battered Feyeath form, then entered the central island and the home of Avaline. She found Krakes and painted Feyeath socializing, trading and living in peace as if it was the most natural thing. She felt a strong sense of pride she'd never felt before, and smiled.
Avaline greeted her with a wave, then returned to talking with one of the Krakes that Taumel assumed may be their leader. She floated over to them.
"I see I've much too be proud of."
The two of them reacted as if they didn't understand what she meant, but eventually the Krake catched on. "Ah, but truly it would be barbaric for sisters and brothers to fight with their mother being such a powerful being. I was among the first to be born beneath the waves, and I recognize your aura as my first memory."
Avaline laughed. "Indeed, Lowe speaks the truth. We are all connected to each other. They control the sea. We control the land. Together we can achieve more than I ever thought possible."
Taumel shed a tear at Avaline's words. She'd already sealed her own name in stone for future generations, but with such wisdom she deserved to be considered larger than life.
Arora's dominion over the forces of love had always been restricted to the love shared by people or animals. Plants were far trickier to deal with, since a plant cannot return any love that is given to it. Any nurturing function it provides as part of a mutually beneficial relationship rarely qualifies; an animal living in a tree is loved by its home little more than an animal living in a cave would be loved by the earth. A line must be drawn somewhere to avoid senseless romantic fanaticism.
However, in Bolt's demi-god there was new potential. For this was a plant that could think like an animal. Such a thing could be a potent vessel for the spread of love, if influenced correctly...
Assist Bolt in the creation of a demi-god with +4 love. If he succeeds, Mrs Flower should now possess an aura of love that induces a communal sense of harmony throughout all the organic and/or sentient beings within her vicinity, including plantlife. The spread of this aura throughout an area only extends as far as lifeforms within her sight or hearing range, and if Mrs Flower then leaves an area, the aura will gradually wear off, lasting no more than an hour.
The specific effects of this aura include reduced aggression, aversion to cruelty, an increased inclination to cooperate, and most significantly of all it causes a balancing effect on the ecology. To be clear; this would not stop predators from killing stuff for food or anything dumb like that, but it would reduce the chance of them somehow upsetting the ecological balance by overhunting or something like that. Furthermore, it wouldn't force people to remain completely passive in the face of violence. They could fight back, but it would be with the intent of eventually finding a peaceful solution.
As this politics was played out among the divine, for the mortals time went on as usual. Ajax was no exception; days passed as he tried his hardest to fit in with the Ebonbark Feyeath. Even with Arora's linguistic assistance it was no easy task, possibly due to his baby son having scary mutant eyes, but eventually it happened. He even earned some distinction among them as a talented fisherman, his time at the treacherous Lucent Reef giving him an edge, as well as an eccentric yet consistently intriguing storyteller. His tales of how he had flown to this land on the back of a flaming bird, how his son had been the focus of a devastating war among supreme star beings, and of course of how the world was in fact a coconut fascinated those he sat with around the campfire at night, mostly because he seemed so convinced that they were in fact true.
Then one day, a couple of months after his arrival, when he had finally begun to feel at home again, Ajax began to preach.
"So you're saying... That this bird who brought you 'ere... 'As now become our god?"
Ajax waved his baby bottle pointedly at the furry old man sitting across from him, the fire between them sizzling as drops of buffalo milk rained down upon it.
"Exactly!" he said triumphantly. "She's probably watching us right now."
The old man snorted.
"'S bollocks! I don't see no hairless bimbo watching us. If I did, I wouldn't be sittin' here talkin' to you!"
The group laughed, some going as far as lobbing their stripped fishbones at Ajax.
"You know Arora probably wouldn't like you saying that." Ajax warned him mockingly as he brushed the food scraps out of his hair. "She'll drop a fireball on you if your not careful."
The old man waved him off dismissively.
"Bollocks... You know what's the only thing 's gonna be dropping any fireballs on me? Well I'll tell you what; Maranga'nawe."
Ajax frowned, looking over his shoulder at the strange island, barely visible through the trees and nighttime darkness.
"The volcano?"
"Yep. Now there's your one true god, am I right?"
The others murmured their agreement, a couple throwing in a short prayer to the island.
"My sister said..." began a younger male. "That her friend's uncle said that Mad Gules the Hermit said that he saw something queer going on with old Maranga'nawe. Said there was this big stone guy floating around in the tunnels like."
Ajax began to gesticulate once again, trying to swallow his fish as quickly as possible so that he could speak.
"Tha Thmeruh!" he managed through his mouthful. "Thmeruh eh Irn Psern!"
"Who?" asked the young man. Ajax swallowed.
"Thumero the Iron Psion! He's also a god, like Arora. I think they're friends, cause he helped carry us here as well. He also gave me this thing..."
He plucked at the white furs he was wearing.
"It tasted foul, but the skin's nice."
"What, so there's two of 'em now is there?" the old man scoffed. "Bollocks! You're making it all up. 'Sides, who believes anything Mad Gules says anyway? Last season 'e wouldn't shut up about some special shootin' star he says he saw."
"Ok..."
Ajax got to his feet, handing baby Sraker and his milk bottle to the Feyeath next to him. Then, having theatrically rubbed his hands together, the preacher bend down and picked up a large stick from the wood pile, holding it out to his assembled kin.
"I know I'm right, and I'm going to prove it! Remember how I said she likes fireballs? Well I'm going to pray for her to hit this here stick with a fireball."
Several Feyeath jeered at this, mocking him with their lack of faith. That didn't stop them leaning closer to see what would happen.
"Good luck then." muttered the old man. "Hope for your sake she don't miss!"
Ajax ignored the laughter, holding up his stick and waiting for quiet. He then began to shout out his prayer.
"Arora! Great goddess of the Heartfire... Um... Ignite this stick!"
The congregation was dead quiet as they stared at the stick with bated breath. Nothing happened.
"Er... Arora?" he continued, quieter this time. A snigger came from somewhere across the fire.
"Please?"
The wood quite literally exploded.
Every one of the watchers turned away in shock, blinded by the intense white flame that had appeared above Ajax. The fisherman himself had to drop the stick just to escape the heat so strong that it singed his arm hair. It landed in the fire in front of him, causing the entire thing to immediately flare up into an intense white conflagration.
"By the Nawe... I mean, the Heartfire, sorry!" the old man yelled, squinting at the energised campfire with awe. Ajax stood up, having tripped in his haste to escape the eruption of heat, and took back baby Sraker in his arms.
"By the Heartfire indeed..." he said as he tried to placate the alarmed infant.
The following week Taumel spent with her friends among the Feyeath and the Krakes. She spoke with Laila and Avaline for hours on end now that she was back, but got to know a number of the Krakes too. Lowe was the one she ended up spending the most time with, not by choice, but because wherever Avaline was she seemed to be as well.
She feared that the Krake was trying to manipulate Avaline in some way, to perhaps gain the rule of the reef for herself, but it didn't take long before she realized that Avaline was the one who wouldn't leave Lowe alone. Avaline would let her eyes rest on Lowe for longer than what would be considered normal, she'd touch her when they talked and light up whenever she spotted her. One time, Taumel even found them sitting close together under a tree. Avaline fell asleep leaning against Lowe, which didn't get up but clearly found the situation awkward.
Tale as old as time
Taumel decided to take action. Together with Laila she waited for Lowe one morning at the beach. The Krakes usually slept beneath the waves. They spent a couple of hours sitting in a tree, silently waiting, and then she showed up.
"I'll talk with her." Taumel whispered. "If this doesn't go as I hope it will..."
"Well then she's a hindrance to the progress of the United Front." Laila pulled her bow from her shoulder. "It is my duty to make those disappear."
She hoped it wouldn't come to that as she floated down as the White Feyeath and placed herself in front of Lowe. Avaline couldn't be distracted by a broken heart though. She had a chance to create a powerful union here, but she wouldn't let it squander what she'd already achieved.
"Lowe." She said.
"Mother." Lowe responded with a genuine smile. "It's a pleasant morning, no?"
"I have chosen you for a task." Taumel said, ignoring the need for politeness.
Lowe raised an eyebrow, and was on her guard almost immediately. "Oh?"
"No, it's more accurate to say a part of Avaline chose you for this." Taumel smiled, trying to calm the tension that was brewing. "You must have realized that your friendship is slowly developing into something else, at least for my beloved Avaline."
Lowe nodded hesitantly, not bothering to lie. "It was never my intention. She's not as simpleminded as the rest of them. Indeed, I find her closer to one of my own with each passing day we spend together."
"I'm delighted to hear that, because my task for you is a lifelong union with her. A broken heart could be the sickness that kills her, and my plans."
Lowe didn't respond. She spent a good long moment in thought, then with a brief nod agreed. "Even for my people, this would be for the best. Perhaps I do not know what such a union would require of me, but I'm willing to be there for her no matter what."
True as it can be
The union took place the next day. Taumel had wanted it to take place the very morning that Lowe had agreed to it, but she'd not been able to inform Avaline about her plans before speaking with the krake.
Laila's hands would have been tied to do anything if Avaline had known. Maybe Avaline would have missed Lowe once Laila had presented whatever lie may be fitting to cover up her death, but it was better than watching the spectacle go on long enough for Avaline to feel truly heartbroken.
As it was, Avaline's initial reaction was denial and embarassment. It was funny for the rest of them to watch her try to deny it, while her face and her fur told them they'd hit too close to the truth. Taumel convened with the leader alone, and convinced her there was nothing worth denying or be embarrased about.
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
At the union, Taumel witnessed the largest gathering of painted Feyeath and Krakes ever in one place. Laila was one of five black hand members at the gathering, as the rest were all keeping the perimeter to make sure no one came even close without them knowing about it.
The words of Lowe that the painted Feyeath were dumb, despite being the great mind's followers, had resonated with Taumel. Now that there was such a large gathering in one place, she decided to use the union as an inspiration to give them better judgements and a love of wisdom.
<spoiler=Action>DC7. Bless a small group of mortals for life
+4 Psionics. Bless 30 Feyeath, and 20 Krakes among those gathered with philosophy.
- It will make them use critical thinking when making decisions.
- Philosophy will help them develop science early on.
- Philosophy will also affect their culture positively.
Gi'zeal - 21/30AP, 2MP - The The Lucent Reef
Four of the Fey with the coral in their hair attended the union, thinking to take advantage of the opportunity as impromptu caterers, they had been overwhelmed by the ceremony and gave what they had come to sell freely. One even spending the entire evening in conversation with a Krake maiden, watching the various shapes she could make with her tentacles.
"Eureka!"
The old Fey leapt down from the treetop his wispy faded orange eyebrows decorated with stones trailing behind him.
In his hand he held a cluster of sticks glued together with sap into a nice straight triangle.
Within twenty minutes he had told everybody around him all about it, to varying degrees of success
"...so you see even if I make this angle wider the other ones change with it!"
The painted faced fey he was talking to smiled and nodded politely and with slightly worry
"Uh.... Huh"
That was when a strong arm reached out and slammed the old fey against a tree
"Oh hello Ada, have you seen my triangle it's really quite-"
"What in the depths are you doing Emanuel!" she hissed, Ada's eyes glinted with almost as threat as the drake-bone arrow she was gripping.
"Our secrets are for us alone! We gain nothing from others knowing what we could provide"
Emanuel shook his head
"oh I'll have to disagree with you there Ada, if you don't tell anyone about your idea how will anyone know it was you that had the idea! I gain a whole lot from people knowing I'm a genius"
Ada raise loosened her grip slightly perplexed "what? What exactly do you gain?"
"This right here" he tapped his puffed out chest
"What, love? Have you been speaking with the godly folk again? You know as well as I do there is no power greater than ourselves!"
"Not love" he smiled "smugness!" He shoved his triangle into the arrow snapping it in Ada's hand, then taking advantage of her surprise rushed off into the trees calling behind him
"You should try having people tell you how smart you are sometime Ada, it's pretty great!"
Ada drew a new arrow and took aim at the fleeing Emanuel
"Don't even bother. That arrow will never reach him"
Said a glum voice to her left
Ada spun to face it. Vehno was collapsed in a sort of heap, both hands clutched a fruit meant for trapping drakes. Both they and he reeked and his fur looked as though someone had dragged it around the entire island then stood on it a few times for good measure.
"What now...." She asked exasperated
"Oh I've been up since the union" he said wobbly offering her a fruit "sit down, let me tell you how the whole of time can't' exist. It's really quite... wonderful"
of my exploiters that were effected by Taumel's blessing, they began to think more about the world even when they had nothing to gain.
2 - began sharing their knowledge freely for the praise and status it brings and were removed from their society to fully integrate with Avaline's people.
2 - became far more productive and depressed.
Niora jumps from branch to branch easily, her new found agility and balance making even the longest jumps almost effortless. Compared to before she had been found and changed my her god Ar'Guran to her there was no compareson, her mind working even faster and understanding which branch she should aim for and how to jump on top of being able to jump and roll and grasp perfectly. Behind her a few other of the new Blades followed her, each as adept in their movements as she. They were but one of the groups that had left where their god was to bring slaves back for him and them, and they were ecstatic that they had been chosen rather than the Leonin to hunt.
Niora looks down at some broken branches that had been put together into a crude shelter. Stopping and holding onto a branch above it the rest of the small group stop around her, 3 others all looking down with her as a Feyrath steps out from the shelter and looks up at the group of Blades looking down at him. Niora looks at the others she had taken with her and nods, most of them family before they had all become family through their blessing.
"Take him."
The one on the groups heard it, his eyes widening as the other three all drop towards him and the ground pulling knives and bolos from where they had been sitting as they do. The male who had been frozen for a second turns to sprint away but only gets two long jumps away when two bolos hit him from behind, sending hims tumbling into the ground and roll. As he fights to get out of the tight wrapped bolos the first of the Blades jump on him and start wrestling with him as the rest of the group piles on and they take vines and thin strong branches from the trees around them to tie him up and keep him down. Even though they are not stronger they were able to get him down and keep him down as they tied him up. After his legs and arms are tied they unwrap the bolos and give them back to those who had tossed them, Niora smiling at them for their good aim.
Niora motions two of the others to pick up the tied up male.
"Take him back and give him to the Leonin, then head in another direction. Don't hunt singles on your own, look for a family and try to talk them into giving one of the smaller or weaker ones up."
The two she had motioned to nod and pick up the struggling male, stuffing a broken off branch into his mouth and keeping it there as they do to keep him quiet they start hauling him off towards the cliff they had come from. As she watched them carry the slightly struggling form away Niora turns to the last who had stayed and nods to him, looking around and squatting to sharpen the wooden blade on a rock sticking up from the loamy ground.
"We will circle back around, looking for a group to talk with."
As they pause to eat some of the easy to get food around, even if it doesn't taste good, they start back towards the cliff, if on a slightly course than the others had taken. Going faster then before they didn't stop to look for single living Feyrath or even tiny groups. They search for those who would want to get rid of a useless mouth. As they make their way through the dark wood the male with Niora calls out from much higher up in the trees.
"There is smoke next to the cliff, not form out group."
Niora calls out to him as she changes where she is going to be in line with where he is pointing.
"Good eyes Haru, lets check it out."
As they run through the trees and have some fun with it they soon get to the edge of the cliff and stop as they look down at the large group standing and milling around below. Looking over at Haru and smiling wide as they see this large group Niora jumps down into the ground a bit away and pauses to let them see her so it doesn't look like they are trying to sneak up and do something else. As a few of the Feyrath move closer and Niora looks around at the group she catches sight of a few of the female ones there big with kids. Many of them big with kids, more than she had ever seen at once. As she looks at the first to get closer she says to him.
"You have quite a lot of pregnant females, that surprised me. We are here to see if you have any unwanted ones you would be willing to trade for easy food or other things. Why are so many pregnant? We were here just a while ago and did not see any one living here."
The guy who had gotten there first points over his shoulder and shown Niora the block of stone with the small shiny thing on it.
"Someone gave us gifts and told us to come here, when we got here and drank from that we all had a feeling that something was happening. When we mated the woman all got pregnant, and much faster and bigger than has ever happened before. We have a few that are either useless or trouble makers, there are a lot of us so im sure we have more than a few who would be better to get rid of."
Niora nods and looks back at Haru smiling before looking at the shiny cup that had been pointed at, it sounding almost impossible but she could see the evidence all around her. Nodding slowly and looking at Haru again he motions him to the side and he gets what she means, running through the woods again and around towards where their group is. She turns back to the one she is talking to smile a slightly nasty smile at him.
"We will be very happy to take them off your hands for you, giving you some food and other things to exchange for them."
The following months had given Arora plenty of time to survey this new part of her new planet. It had been a great pleasure to watch the Feyeath overcome their indifference to those they shared land with and, consequentially, to see them learn to care for and benefit from the herds of buffalo creatures. She could even detect the seeds of settlement taking hold in their decisions and planning. Sraker may just end up missing out on growing up in a nomadic world.
It was this development, combined in no small part with her Mrs Flower experiences, that turned Arora's attention to crops and vegetation. There was no shortage of potential food crops in the area, what with the fertile black soil and constant hydration from the River Mu. The goddess knew people would soon work it out for themselves; what she wanted was to give them something extra when they did. Something special, so that the mortals needn't work every day of their lives just for the sake of persisting until tomorrow.
It was watching Ajax and his new companions talking around the campfire that gave her the idea. They needed something through which they could socialise, like a campfire. Something nourishing and relaxing that could help them focus their attention on each other and the things that really mattered. Arora knew well how botany could help in this regard, but it was important to be safe about it, so that what was supposed to be mere recreation never went too far. It just so happened that she knew someone well suited to the job...
Arora - 20/30 AP, 2 MP - Silverholt
The obvious candidate was Leilani, she was a nature goddess after all. However, the toxic gas that had killed Felissa was still clear in her memory, while the pain it caused Ajax could still be seen by her deep down in his soul. When you are immortal it is not healthy to hold grudges, Arora knew that, but regardless she did not feel quite ready to confront the Heavenly Flower just yet.
The not so obvious but just as viable second choice candidate would be the Machine, Venari. A God of Purity. Hopefully he could be of help, but first thing first Arora had to actually locate him.
She had picked Silverholt as her first scouting mission, thinking it best to start near their crash site. It was clear that at least some of the survivors had remained there, judging by Thumero's unexplained yeti battle. She didn't know of anywhere else one might pick a fight with a yeti... Unless he had created it for himself out of thin air, which seemed unlikely.
And so, consequential to all this, Arora teleported through a burst of flame right out into the middle of the frozen wasteland that was Silverholt. The cold winds that whipped away at her loose white silks did not bother her as she began to search, both mentally and physically, for Venari.
Yet almost as soon as she appeared in Silverholt and began to look for him, Venari walked out from a nearby opening to one of the various tunnel systems of the caves. Fifteen feet away he turned his head to look her in the eyes and stopped moving.
"Greetings!" Arora called over the whistling wind, altering her course to approach him. "Don't worry, I come as a friend."
Venari looked at her with curious eyes before responding "Welcome to Silverholt Arora. I assume you're here to speak with me?"
"Quite right." she said amicably as she walked past him, down into the relatively sheltered cave mouth. "Excuse me, sorry, but that wind is just too irksome."
Arora turned to face him.
"Now, firstly, I hate to ask but... Were you involved somehow in a fairly recent devine event? I created a demi-god, but have reason to believe others attempted to sabotage my efforts, so now every time I meet a new survivor I can't help but check."
"I was aware of the child. I felt it and the other creature in the distance." Venari replied "But I wasn't involved in harming the child. I saw no reason to."
Arora simply stared into his eyes for several long seconds. Then she gave a nod, twisting to the side so that she could slowly pace across the width of the cave as she spoke.
"I appreciate that, Venari. Thank you. And now, onto the matter at hand..."
She approached the hunter and held up a hand, palm out. Within it lay a collection of hard, unremarkable brown seeds.
"The mortals lead a hard life. I have been watching them ever since we first came to this planet, and know this to be true. I want to reward my followers with a certain... Herbal recreation."
She smiled.
"A hard life keeps them honest." Venari raised his eyebrow upon seeing the seeds "What do you intend with them?"
Arora gave the matter some thought.
"I'm going to create a new species of plant out of them." she informed him eventually. "One that can be grown not for mere food, which I have already provided, but for pleasure. Not something that makes them lazy or foolish, but happy. That's why I have come to you, because I know that luxuries such as this do come with those unfavourable side effects. I need you to purify this herb, so that when mortals come to discover its properties they do not find themselves corrupted by it."
"I suppose that I could help." Venari replied. After a moment he added "Though I will require assistance in the future."
"Of course." said Arora, smiling warmly. "I am very much in your debt until then. And if you don't mind me saying, it is pleasing to see that inside you are still far more the man than the machine."
Venari looked at her with a confused expression as he replied "I'm not sure what you mean by that."
He blinked momentarily and his expression neutralized again. "Is this all that you have created of it?"
Arora nodded.
"Truth be told, I didn't even need to create what I have so far. I just scraped these seeds off the ground. I plan to enchant them properly when I get back to their native land, transforming them into this new species I told you about. Now with your conditional blessing, it seems."
She then put away the seeds.
"Anyway, I shouldn't detain you any longer, but there is just one more thing I must ask you... Some time ago, Bolt summoned me to him. He wanted to warn me about a giant robot which attacked his land and stripped it of its life. Do you know anything about such an event?"
"I wasn't aware of that happening. Does he know where it came from?"
"That's just the thing; Bolt believes it was the work of the Ancients, or maybe something even more powerful. I am of a different mind; I think it far more likely that another god, or perhaps even a group of gods, is responsible for this."
"If Bolt is the only one of us to have seen it that's likely."
"My thoughts exactly."
Arora was silent for a moment, staring at the ground with her arms folded and brow furrowed in thought as she used her foot to absentmindedly draw a loveheart in the snow.
She then looked up, her smile restored.
"Well, it was nice to see you again Venari. Good luck."
She stepped forward, giving the hunter god a brief yet not entirely platonic hug before standing back to commence teleportation. It could have been a trick of the light, but as white flame flared up around her Venari may or may not have noticed the shadow of a wink in her eye.
Arora - 17/30 AP, 2 MP - the Lower River Mu
The Lower River Mu
The part of the great River Mu that travels through the Mu Floodplains to finally meet the ocean at Ebonbark Bay. At this stage in the water cycle the river meanders extensively, picking up dark volcanic sediment as it goes and dumping it into the surrounding areas with every yearly flood. As a result the land here is flat, despite once being the site of a roaming volcano mountain range, as well as very fertile, with an abundance of animals and plant life flourishing in and around the water.
While the banks themselves are populated by permanent Fey residents, Kaish from the wider expanses of the plain will occasionally come by to collect water or hunt flamingo.
Having returned to her phoenix avatar, Arora soared over the expanse of this great unexplored river. As she went, bean seeds would occasionally drop from her talons, planting themselves in the soil as when they reached it, each one carrying the makings of a new type of plant.
9 DC: create a non-sentient species of plant, known to the mortals as 'Yshtar', that grows in the black soil surrounding the River Mu.
Properties would be as follows:
- the beans share many similarities with the cocoa/coffee bean, and can therefore be processed to make concoctions like chocolate or coffee, or even ground up for use as a spice. As with the ancient Mayans (or was it Aztecs?), products of this bean can be used as an aphrodisiac.
- the leaves have mild opiate qualities within them. They can either be brewed into a tea that eases pain, or smoked for a more potent effect that can cleanse the mind and soul of negative influences, giving the user a friendlier disposition.
+4 Love applies due to the way this plant can induce positive relationships among users.
Assist: Venari - Modify composition of plant to remove elements resulting in physical dependency without affecting desired properties. Assist with +2 Purity.
The encounter with Arora had left Venari feeling odd. Something simply felt off in his mind afterwards, Odd little half thoughts that took time to shake out of his mind.
But as time once again began to pass work needed to be done. Month after month Venari began to realize something. The caves and caverns only functioned as an ecosystem due to its hostility to the Nirn. He had changed that. He had given them the ability to hunt and forage within the caves instead of relying upon what they had brought with them. He had given them the ability to live within them indefinitely. Work would be needed to correct this and keep the cycle moving.
New prey would be needed so as to keep the original populations from being driven to extinction, but first something would be needed to sustain them. An idea formed in his mind and so he began to release spores of his creation within the caverns to help it spread.
- Create a non-sentient species of plant and spread it throughout the caves of silverholt.
- A nutrient rich lichen like moss intended both to flourish in the frozen caves and soil of silverholt and to act as a source of nourishment for herbivores and other plants. When growing upon soil it develops into a grass like plant and when in areas with more light, bright red coloured cherry like berries form on the plant. The berries beyond being highly nutritious have powerful anti-biotic qualities and would make fine dyes.
- Action is difficulty 9, with a cost of 3 AP. Total domain bonus applied to the roll is +4.
Ar'Guran looks towards where another huge mass of power was being focused again, another mortal being raised into semi god hood. Sitting against the cliff and looking in that direction he can see Bolt standing over some leafy person trying to pour power into it. Closing his eyes and sending his mind forward his thoughtform slides through the air and steps down on the other side of the leafy mortal. Looking over at Bolt Ar'Guran raises a hand slightly.
"Bolt"
The Kaish look at Ar'Guran with fear as he appeared before Bolt Fang Looked at him and said "You must be the 15th friend of bolt that he didn't tell us about" as he cowered in fear
Looking down at the cowering mortal Ar'Guran curls his lip at him before saying to Bolt.
"Your making a demigod?"
"Oh yes" Bolt said to Ar'Guran in a cheerful voice much to the Kaishs shock.
Looking at the leafy form and tilting his head Ar'Guran moves closer and squats to get a better look.
"Do you want help?"
"Yes I'm trying to save her but I need all the power I can get" Bolt said
Ar'Guran lifts his hooded head slightly to look at Bolt before back down at the mortal. Scratching his chin slowly he says slowly.
"If I help will you help me with my own demi?"
"Yes " Bolt said in still cheery voice "That what friends do."
Nodding and lifting a hand Ar'Guran lowers his hand, one finger turning into a dragon claw it enters the middle of the leafy mortal and sits inside her for a second before he pulls it back out.
"There, my help. Ill tell you when I'm doing my own."
"thank you again" Bolt looked at him and decided to strike up a conversation with him for old times sake "Have you meet any of the others yet"
Staying squatting where he is Ar'Guran looks over at Bolt and shrugs.
"Gi'zeal, Arora, hmmm and you. Other than that none of the others."
"Thumero, Leilani, Arora, and that Jeckass Gi'zeal" Bolt replied. Bolt then look to his side and said " Gi'zeal mentioned something about you earlier, what's the deal with that"
Tilting his head slightly.
"What did Gi'zeal say about me? Hes not that bad if you know how to talk with him."
Bolt looked at him "He said I'm not enslaving anyone today, not without say so from a dragon"
Nodding the thoughtform waves in the direction of his real body.
"I am using some of the mortals to do work, for me and mine. They are technically slaves, but they are safe and well fed and will learn new things. Even so, they are now mine."
Bolt turned around and stood there for a few second "Just go" Bolt said "I will help you with your Demi-god but I need some time to be alone" as tear came down his face
Shrugging and fading from view the thoughtform leaves and Ar'Guran opens his eyes where his body is.
After Ar'Guran left Bolt sat down and said to himself as tears came down his face "what am I going to do"
Assist Bolt with his Demi god.
+4 corruption.
Give the thorn claws and from her knee down is a shiny black color.
Bolt - 13/30 2MP Thucho'Iro Heights
Thumero - Ebonbark Bay - 24/30 AP - 2 MP
after the business with Mrs.Flower was done, Bolt sat there crying not knowing that Thumero was still in his mind hearing everything.
"Why did you accept his assistance when he bothers you so?"
Bolt started to rub his eyes "He was my best friend, no madder what the ancients did to us we always stood together. I knew he was going down a dark path but I denied it till his evil was in front of my face" Bolt then stood up and said "what should I do."
"Consider the next time not to accept his help if he truly irks you. You have your wants and goals, and he has his."
Bolt picked himself up and said "It ok I will deal with it when the time comes" Bolt then looked at the remains of the giant robot he killed "I need to tell you something before you go. Look at this"
Thumero forced his will into Bolt's eyes to see. The view was imperfect and thin due to certain... circumstances. He couldn't quite make out all the details.
"What is this?"
"A piece of a Robot I destroyed. We are not the only aliens on this planet"
"Then I-" Thumero's influence was cut off abruptly, any signs of his will vanished from Bolt's body.
"What.. Thumero..Thumero" bolt said in confusion. "(sigh) I guess I'll talk to him later." Fang then walked up to him and said "Quick question, What the fuck was any of that!" Bolt looked to the sky and replied "a whole lot of thinking"
Gi'zeal - 21/30AP, 2MP - The Breakopen forest
The few chieftains that had not been claimed by Ar'guran's blades had returned to their tribes and were already claiming their chosen males and females.
Things were progressing here exactly as he would like, Gi'zeal looked forward to what the dragon would do with the place. Taumel was unlikely to tolerate much meddling on the reef.
So for the moment he had time for other ventures, but first he would need to find somewhere suitable, and unclaimed by cagey gods like Taumel.
Gi'zeal travelled from the reef through the monsoon lands until the reef gave way to thick jungle, not stopping he made his way through the underbrush, not sure what he was searching for until he found it. The river he had been following ran into a cave in the side of a vine covered cliff. It vanished into a dark green void, Gi'zeal smiled and stepped into the gloom.
The Blackjade Tunnels
The massive network of tunnels carved by erosion by the harsh monsoon rain filled with many deep underground rivers. Its fauna is a combination of small skittish herbivores and cunning carnivores. The thick network of flora that fill the tunnels has long evolved to do without sunlight. more fungus than trees they gain their energy from comsuming decomposing or even live beings, A hodgepodge of scavengers predators and parasites. In the thick stale air of their depths the only light comes from bioluminescent camouflages and traps.
Nirn settlements dot the outside of the tunnels but none are able or willing to venture very far into the darkness due to the twisting paths filled with hostile wildlife. None know how deep or far they go beneath the jungle above.
(which I may detail later unless someone else wants it)
Gi'zeal sat in the darkness as creatures rustled around him both above and below. drips constantly fell in a constant rain from the ceiling. perfect , this would be an excellent place for his plans; unfortunately he would need the help of a psion and their mutual mistrust meant Taumel wasn?t really an option. So crossing his fingers Gi'zeal sent himself to the iron psion.
Gi'zeal - 21/30AP, 2MP - ?!?!?
He was immediately taken aback by his surroundings
"Thumero I come with- bloody hell! It?s hot! Where the hell are we?"
The Psion's head turned to face Gi'zeal, face unreadable beneath the helmet and armour taking on a reddish colour from the heat.
"What are you doing here? The volcano's going to erupt." He practically barked it out before freeing to regain control. He urged the god to follow him further down a corridor glowing with lava.
Gi'zeal not wanting to hang about began to quickly walk behind him "it's what? why are we in a volcano?!"
"I came here thinking there was some kind of power here, but I was wrong." The Psion's words echoed in Gi'zeal's head as the Psion's figure went deeper.
Trying to compose himself Gi'zeal brushed some ash off himself and said "That's a shame, what did you intend to do with this power?"
"I had wanted to see if it exists; I had no mind of what to do with it." The Psion suddenly twitched as pressure and heat pushed against his form. Yet he didn't really react as he felt the volcano crashing in. "Hurry!" he shouted again.
Gi'zeal broke into a sprint; he didn't have a great deal of control over stones or fire. "Right, well I have an offer to make you"
The Psion never stopped moving. "What is it?"
"I'll be honest I need your unique skills, building a race you. do this for me and I?ll owe you, quid pro quo"
"What kind of race?" The was an edge of stress in his voice as he spoke before his head twitched again. "Fine, there's no time to ask questions."
"a secretive one, they will need psionics to protect themselves" Gi'zeal noted the tone and picked up the pace, he was not as frail as the armoured one but being a new addition to this planet's crust was not in his plans.
"Fine." His pace was slower as he moved, but both his iron hands were clutching his head. A snarl escaped his lips, he began to breathe harder and as he was in his state the magma began to flow more erratically and took on a purplish color. Soon globs of the lilac magma began to float in the air and zip out and away from where he was standing.
"This will be the material for you to use... They will have that will and power your creation needs... Do not let them touch anything..."
His body began to waver and drop from the slight height he maintained before the erratic flow began to crash against him, and Thumero was lost as the river and volcano carried him deeper and down the flow.
Gi'zeal genuinely smiled with surprise as he brought the glowing blobs to hover around his head. sprinting as he prepared to return to his cavern he said "Thank you, I owe you one. Keep this a secret and I owe you two." as he noticed that the psion was no longer with him he repeated the words this time trying to think them as loud as possible.
Gi'zeal - 17/30AP, 2MP - The Blackjade Tunnels
Back in the tunnels Gi'zeal brought the glowing spheres of magma around his hand and snatched one of the scavenging lizards from the wall of the cave. Sending both the iron psion's gifted energy and his own into the squirming creature that began shifting through a range of colours. he reshaped it so that it could hunt whatever animal of the tunnels it so chose, and in time carry out his will.
[spoiler =Action] Difficulty: 11 Cost 4 AP +4 desire + 4 psionics from Thumero. make a sentient race.
default appearance
A.K.A: Changelings/Reptilians
Selfish and deceptive predators, they are exclusively carnivores even capable of eating other sentients, although most have the good sense not to. Being very physically frail they rely on other abilities to catch prey.
They possess inherent psionic abilities that cause others to see them as a particularly attractive or trustworthy member of the same race (people will see what they want to see). They use this hunt animals and blend in with other societies.
To avoid the trouble of raising their own young they will often swap their own naturally disguised children with those of other sentiments.
This psionic illusion is instinctive and they cannot control the image seen. it also can be resisted with a strong enough mind, seen through using deductive reasoning, or completely destroyed with a psionic attack.
The volcano blew its top and collapsed, spewing lava that ran all the way past the shoreline before depositing into the Sundersea. Ebon smoke billowed along with chunks of fire taking flight in the skies. Some of the shamans and itenerants left for the mountains and edges of the island to avoid the path of the lava and the eventual collapse of some of its terrain. The few that were not as quick as the others were not so lucky. They did not see Thumero escape and assumed the worst; the five who believed him as part of Isla Maranga'nawe took this as him returning to the god like a child returning to its mother. Fire still belched from the gaping maw and blobs of rock and lava were shot outward before it collapsed from the island's fury. In the fury of the isle, they saw a large chunk of molten rock flying further than any other glob. They believed that it would reach beyond the coastlands and give the people there a shock.
The timing for Thumero was not at all well; being stretched so thinly strained his mind and he could barely move amisdst the barrage of activity before his consciousness faded away. The focus on Bolt's flower; the runoff for Gi'zeal's task; There was a searing pain seeping through every crack and crevice of his body; through the holes in his armor-skin, in his eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth, spreading a message of freezing and scalding pain across every nerve as the magma closed around him. Rage, fear, and despair ran through his mind in order as memories resurfaced of the hunters poised for the kill, their spears pinning him against the wall through his flesh with a large rock poised at his head; looking for any way out as fast as he could. Then there was darkness and a scream in his own head.
His body was carried to the maw of the volcano by the magma, and the terrific pressure along with his unconscious urge lauched him across the sky. Molten rock caked onto the unconscious Psion in the eruption and locked his body completely inside, deprived of senses and restraint. The lava boulder would crash along the riverlands, shaking a fourth of the land from the impact and shaking the water from the river Mu. Thumero would survive but his mind was numbed and replaying every last moment and memory in a melange of psionic chaos.
Thumero is not dead, but let's call this another attempt to make a Paragon-tier mineral - a la the psionic mineral I had described in my first action. +4 in Psionics should apply I think.
Oh, also his unconscious body will be in the Lower River Mu
The quiet was perfect for Oswald. He couldn?t see but that didn?t matter. He knew he was safe and that this was the calm embrace of the Dark. ?Everyone should enjoy this, the calm tranquility of it all. And once I?m done spreading it for everyone, then I can finally bask in its peace for eternity.? Oswald said to himself as he looked up. He wasn?t even sure how he knew he was looking up but he did however notice a light. Oswald growled to himself. The light was highly unwelcome in the calmness of the Void. The light grew and grew until there was nothing else. Oswald screamed as the light became unbearable.
Oswald?s vision swam at first. It had been a dream. He didn?t know where he was and he was kneeling on something soft. Oswald opened his eyes to see he was in the shade of a valley. He looked down and spotted why the ground was so soft. A pool of black tar like substance had pooled on the ground around him. He spotted that he was currently close to one of the walls of the valley. He looked ahead of him and spotted a village in the valley. Whoever lived here had carved into the valley walls themselves and had made their homes there.
Oswald stood up and noticed a humanoid figure approach. Upon closer inspection he noticed it closely resembled his own species although their skin was much darker than his own and they had pointed ears. The mortal approached the god in a rather funny manner if you asked Oswald to describe it. Oswald discerned that the mortal before him was definitely a he based on his masculine features. The mortal spoke and said. ?Uh, h-hello.? The nervousness in his voice didn?t go unnoticed by Oswald. A low growl escaped Oswald?s throat causing the mortal to retreat back a bit. This mortal was weak, pathetic, and far too loud. However even it deserved the peace of being one with the dark.
?Embrace the Dark.? Oswald said as he reached out his arm towards the mortal. A tentacle like appendage burst forth from the Dark below Oswald and headed straight for the mortal. There was only a short scream before the appendage had reached him. Oswald planned to change the mortal so he could easily accept the tranquility of the Dark.
This is roughly what the valley itself is supposed to look like only longer.
This is roughly what I meant by town in the village of the valley.
Grey Valley is located in the Thucho?Iro Heights. Its length is only a few miles long and the width is even smaller only being about 100 feet wide. The height of said valley is about 250 feet tall. The clouds that are seemingly always overhead always cast a shadow sapping some of the color of the valley itself. Combined with the odd color of the valley itself often gives it a grey hue, giving it the nickname ?Grey Valley.?
-Difficulty = 11: Domain applied in roll = +4: AP used 4.
-Creating or altering a sentient species.
-Species name: Darkspawn
Description: Their bones have extended and grown over their bodies in a very painful way. Giving them an entire exoskeleton. A dark mist always follows practically clinging to the Darkspawn's body.
-Oswald will alter local Nirn species mentally so that their minds can be connected with the dark and not completely destroy their minds. It also physically links the Nirn to the Dark by making a smaller (tiny) manifestation of the dark inside them. giving it a link to the Dark. This gives them the power to consume minds (Mind Consumption: The ability to feed a mortal's mind to the Dark. Making their body mindless and open to commands.) and turn the victim into a mindless slave. This ability is hindered by other gods, the victim's own willpower, and the power of that specific Darkspawn. It's usually a process on average takes around 10 minutes. It can be hindered by breaking physical contact. They only have one way of reproducing however and that's to find other Nirn and turn them into a Darkspawn through a very painful process. This process only works on Nirns however.
Title: The Dark One
Name: He forgot his real name in the past however the name he goes by now is Oswald.
This picture matches of what I was thinking of the most.
Biography/Backstory:
In the world classified as just a number by the ancients. The world was being corrupted. All life being consumed by ?The Dark? as the local inhabitants called it. It corrupted the very grounds it touched. There were only small portions of the planet left that hadn?t been consumed. The Ancients took many subjects from this planet but only one survived the experiments. They found something interesting in him. The ?Dark? was inherently in him. Almost as if there was a piece of it inside him. Before they could do any more research however, he escaped.
He can no longer recall his name now. Any memory of his life before the Dark has been erased. He only goes as the ?Dark One? now. He seeks two things, the quiet embrace of the void. Everything and everyone is too loud, too annoying, and too chaotic. The only other thing he seeks is to rid the world of the pointless chaos the gods and mortals bestow upon themselves. The only way he can accomplish this is by having the ?Dark? consume everything and only then can true tranquility be brought to all.
Domain: Fundamental Force (Darkness):
It goes by many names, The Abyss, The Endless Void, The Dark, but all are it the same.
Darkness: +4: The Dark has a never ending appetite. It slowly devours minds, buildings, and life itself. A slow and insidious death for all life it crosses. This power can be halted and over time removed but only if it is caught before the process is complete. Mortals who submit themselves to the dark are destined to join its calming tranquility. Once they have served their purpose and expire, they become one with the void. Slowly expanding it out, ever so slowly growing its power, its appetite never truly satiated.
Drawbacks:
Light: -2: Has a difficult time affecting anything of light. If ?bright? enough, then he cannot affect it at all. This includes anything of pure heart, a child, mortals with pure souls, or another god. A bright essence if you will.
Values: The Dark One values silence and tranquility over all. Anyone who serves The Dark One helps the Dark consume everything so that they may become one with it and forever feel its peaceful embrace.
What do I want? WHAT DO I WANT?!?: Jokes aside I?d have to say I?d just like to play and have fun. Just be here and you know. Partaaaay.
Era and the village of Nirin people walked east towards the pulsing energy of the dragon. She hissed as the sound of his claws against the cold cave walls echoed in her ears. She felt the energy of another creature coming from the same area
"Lucian. Keep walking East. I will return in a moment. There is something I must do." She gnashed her teeth together.
Sitting down, Era closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She focused in and saw Bolt leaning over a leafy creature and the dragons projection. She watched in silence as they conversed. The dragon faded away and Era decided to not make herself known. Shrugging, she turned away.Standing up she focused on her physical body. The village was a few meters away when she opened her eyes. She whistled for her creature. The smaller female leatherback came back for her. She knelt down and Era climbed onto it's back. She honed in on the energy of the dragon. Closing her eyes, she found herself in front of him, the cliff casting a shadow over her. She stepped towards the slumbering figure of Ar'Guran. Era stroked the thick scales around his eye. His eyes snapped open and focused on Era.
"Dear Ar'Guran,I hear you're planning on creating a demigod."She hummed softly.
"Yes. What do you want Era?" He grumbled.
"I want a part in the creation of this demigod. It's all I ask." She smiled wide.
She leaned down and kissed his scales.
"Sleep." She smiled softly.
She opened her eyes and looked at the Nirin.
"Keep going East. We are going to see a dear friend." She smiled
Difficulty: 7 Villiage Action Cost: 2 AP
-Affect(Inspire) a small group of mortals (less than 50) for life
Bless the villagers following you [46]. Able to sense blood.
great knowledge about the Nirn body.
night vision
Ar'Guran ignores the Blade trying to get his attention as he considers something. Those who he had had contact with were a limited collection and he knew that if he wanted to create his own creature he would at least need one or two more to keep either them from hindering his process or even helping. Thinking over who he knew escaped also he closes his eyes a second time, sending a questioning search out he finds an answer and lets his mind leave for a second time. Stopping in the reef well above the trees Ar'Guran watches as Taumel works with her followers.
As evening turns into night, the afterparty of the union is still going strong, showing no signs of stopping. Again, Taumel didn't know where it had come from, but quite clearly someone had figured out how to ferment fruit which they served as alcohol and got the majority of the Feyeath drunk. The Krakes who were brave enough to try it soon warned their friends that they shouldn't touch it, as they began to act foolishly.
The White Feyeath floated above one of the many fires that had been started. Children and younglings were gathered around her. She told them stories of evil ancient beings and a dashing white Feyeath who fought them off, but they wounded her and she had to flee, eventually ending up at the reef. As Taumel told these stories she summoned a number of illusions and holograms around her to tell the story.
She noticed a presence that shouldn't be there, and turned to look above the trees where she spotted another prodigy. Taumel declared that she needed a short break for her story, to all of the children's disappointment, then she teleported to the other one.
"What are you doing here?" The white feyeath asked, crossing her legs and floating quite comfortably in the middle of the air.
Ar'Guran sits on the air across from the white Feyeath and looks down at the party down below. The kids that had been listening to the story's running off and mingling with the rest. The large fires in the middle of all the partying making shadows dance and move around the edges of the place. Looking over at Taumel Ar'Gural nods slightly at her.
"Interesting form, I came to see another one of us gods. Maybe hoping for some help soon as well."
"Oh, so you think just any of these mortals can fly and notice another "god", as you claim to be, Ar'Guran?" Taumel smirked. "Well, this is the form I take for my people." She gestured to the dried blood she had on her face, dragging her paw across it, which had the same pattern as the other painted Feyeath. "Help you with what?" She asked, somewhat curious why he'd come to her for help.
Smiling Ar'Guran shakes his head.
"No, I don't believe there are mortals strong enough to fly and see me yet. Though that might change over time if we continue affecting things. My people see me in my own form."
Looking at the dried blood on her face and looking back down at the mortals Ar'Guran smiles at their antics, feeling little pieces of corruption spiking for a second before smoothing out.
"A demi, a child of my own. So many have been made and I wish to create my own, though not so young as the one Arora created."
Looking over at Taumel he asks lightly.
"Were you for or against that child?"
"So many?" Taumel raised an eyebrow, wondering if she'd missed some important events going down or if Ar'Guran didn't know how to count. "I've only felt two, and one is in the making. It seems like some want to affect the mortals in ways they cannot possibly begin to comprehend or handle."
Taumel smiled warmly when asked about Arora's demigod once again, but this time by someone else than Gi'zeal. "Of course I helped Arora. We're quite good friends actually."
"I don't see why it matters to you though, nor do I understand why I should help you, but as you've got my attention you may want to explain further."
"Two in the short time since we have crashed here. It is a way to have direct control over mortals without being there, and I also wish to have something similar to a child.'
Looking over at Taumel and smiling slightly at her answer about the demigod Ar'Guran nods his head slowly.
"As well as I am, as much of one as I may be."
Leaning back in the air Ar'Guran tries to explain what he had in mind.
"I want to have one of my own, for several reasons. I also am reaching out to you because I don't want to start creating this and have someone try to stop it. I am not saying you would but I want to talk to several and ask them to help me or back up, respectfully."
She was surprised that Ar'Guran wanted a child. Taumel hadn't thought of the enemy that Arora had managed to flee with as a child. It had been an abomination against everything that Taumel wanted for the reef, an immortal dictator to remove the free will of the mortals, not nearly as innocent as a child.
"Your explanation gives me no reason to act one way over the other." Taumel confessed. "I appreciate the honesty, however."
She wondered if he was honest because he wanted her to trust him, or if he had another purpose for being so upfront. Maybe he thought she wouldn't be a problem in the end either way. Taumel remained quiet, waiting for him to try to sway her to his side.
Ar'Guran looks over at Taumel and nods slightly. holding her eyes for a second before looking out over the horizon. He had not expected convincing her to be easy but neither did he think that she would stand in his way without a reason of her own.
"I can just give you my request along with this, that in the future you might meet one that you wish to keep with you for longer than these mortals life span and to keep with you with a power comparable to your own right now. Even with your own power it would be beneficial to have someone who you helped in this way. If you help me in creating mine my own child than when you desire to create yours I will help you in that."
She listened to his, but finding no reason for her to help as he wanted too or raise one of the mortals to the level that others deemed necessary apparently.
"I have heard your request, and I shall take it under consideration." Taumel said. "I doubt that I would want to subject any of my friends to such an existence. Death is another path they all must walk. The old will die to pave the way for the new. If this natural order was to be disturbed I fear what might happen, but I'm sure I'll find out soon."
Ar'Guran nods slowly and stands in the air, looking down at the party going on he smiles slightly as they goon partying. Laughing softly at the general sense of merriment coupled with the small spikes of corruption he can feel he looks over to the white form and keeps the small smile on his face as he answers her.
"That is fine Taumel, can I ask that you will not step in to stop me?"
"You can ask it." Taumel said, but in her mind she was already thinking that he had no intention of doing as he wished either way. "No, you will be indebted to me no matter what, unless I do stop you." She grinned. "There's something I want, that is of greater value than these children you're all obsessed with."
She summoned a holographic gem in front of her. It sparkled and radiated strongly as if it had a fire inside of it. "I will help you if you help me get my stone back."
Looking at the floating gem Taumel is showing him Ar'Guran tilts his head slightly and keeps looking at her. Taking his time thinking he slowly says.
"Help me in my creation and I will help you in yours Taumel. Agreed?"
"Oh indeed." She grins and nods.
Nodding and lifting his hand he stays still for several seconds. In his hand a small very dark crystal forms and floats between his fingers. Still holding it for a few seconds the thoughtform tosses it to Taumel.
"There, some of my power to use."
Taumel took the crystal he'd created, again wondering if Ar'Guran was simpleminded or trying to trick her in some way. "Very well. I will hold onto it, and when you create your "child" I will feel it and aid you." She wouldn't give him a crystal of her power to do with it as he pleased.
Smiling faintly Ar'Guran turns slightly and says at Taumel.
"Considering using that crystal for something else at a later time?"
"Not really, no. If I did, you'd be able to feel it or it wouldn't be large enough for you to care, right?" Taumel said. "I'm not so trusting of others intentions that I'd give you one in return though, I hope you understand."
Nodding Ar'Guran lifts his hand and makes a pouring gesture.
"That is fine, I am not trusting either. If its used for something else I can just as easily turn it poisonous and make whatever your doing that much harder. I hope you keep your word Taumel, id hate to find you backed out on this one."
Turning away the thoughtform fades into the night.
She grinned once more. He'd told her she could potentially use it on someone else as a weapon? Maybe she should send it to Arora giftwrapped. But no, she wanted the stone she'd lost back much more than she wanted to continue any feud with Arora.
Ar'Guran, 19/30 AP 2 MP
Opening his eyes slowly laying next to the cliff Ar'Guran can read a feeling in the air, the energy of Era having come and gone while he had been busy. Smiling slightly and rubbing the part of his scales where she had kissed on his arm he lightly scratches on it. Looking over at the Blade trying to get his attention he leans down and listens. Nodding slowly he calls over several of the Leonin and has them go with the blade to make sure none of the new slaves tried to run before they got here. Taking lots of fruit and meat with them to trade he ignores them as they leave and turns towards the rest of them.
?Get the slaves to start digging, some cutting trees some digging rocks. Use the rocks taken out to build some buildings and put wood over it.?
As the Blades and Leonin that are there start to get the slaves who had been resting and eating to start moving it does not take a lot of pushing to get them to start, knowing its a small price for whats happened so far.
Watching them work for a few minutes Ar'Guran turns and jumps into the air, flapping his wings and getting above the trees and working his way over the forest as he looks down at it. Feeling the fear as he does and laughing lightly to himself as he flys Ar'Guran gets higher, looking down and feeling some of the groups that had made some contact with his blades grow in fear as they see and feel him above them. As a few of them start arguing about going and joining the others who were trying to do something at the cliffs he can feel an idea forming.
Dropping and falling through the trees he slams into the ground as he figures out the idea. Smiling slowly to himself Ar'Guran looks around and shrinks himself to about the size of one of his Leonin and scoops up some of the dirt and looks at the living things in it. Looking around and rushing through the forest he grabs a few other animals before stopping next to a rock and laying the half a dozen animals and plants he had grabbed on it, smashing them and mixing the resulting mush together he uses the mix to draw out something on the rock jutting up out of the forest floor. Several minutes later he has outlines a creature and tears his own palm over to press his blood into where the brain would be on it. Focusing on the creature and trying to force it into existence using the mixture of what he had grabbed and his own idea. Lightly growling as he does.
?Come my Nithoggr.?
Difficulty: 9 Town Action Cost 3 AP +4 corruption
-Creating or altering a non-sentient species smaller than an elephant.
20 feet long.
1000 pounds, average.
Teeth continuing for the first 5 feet, able to crush and rip up anything they eat.
Horns are sharp at the point and strong enough to crack rocks.
They can move through the earth and above it.
They eat anything: meat and plants, organics and inorganics, rocks, minerals.
They have small spikes on either side of their body all the way down that help them move in the earth.
Tremor and movement sense, they also have eyes for above ground use.
They are silent, giving no cry. When they do it is something that is to low for others to hear and acts like echolocation.
Their hide is tough and has scales that keep sharp rocks and other things from piercing it.
Their weak spot is inside their mouth between where their fangs end and the teeth in their throat begin, a good blow there with an edged weapon will kill them.
A meteor in the shape of a smooth black egg entered the atmosphere of a planet previously unexplored by the ancients, but which had been calculated to have a high probability to develop life at some point. The egg was as large as a boulder. It moved fast and crashed in the Steelcoast Swamp, breaking trees in its path and passing through the surface of the water. It killed one of the prodigies that got in its way, splitting her in half and absorbing her essence.
The egg came to a halt on the bottom of the swamp. When it detected that it was no longer moving, it began the automatic boot up sequence.
Booting Faerie 1.0...
It felt a presence picking at its attention, as if calling it to wake up, but it was no longer a creature of flesh. It was a program sent through the stars to carry out a simple task, to find those who had been let back out into the wild and evolve while doing so. It would learn how to do battle against powerful foes and it would send this information back to the creators.
Starting Faerie 1.0...
It was assaulted by a strange atmosphere, as the protective shell it had been traveling in opened up to reveal its surroundings. It knew this atmosphere as water. Absorbing the essence of one of the prodigies had granted it with an understanding of water.
Faerie turned on its boosters and shot up through the water, until it reached the surface of the swamp. There was another prodigy who had come to investigate its landing site. Perhaps she thought Faerie was another one like her. When Faerie put its arm through her head, burned her mind to dust and absorbed her essence she probably would have realized that it was nothing like her, had the process not gone so fast. It gained knowledge of lies after absorbing her essence.
These prodigies were proving pathetic foes so far. It cloaked itself, and flew away from the swamp, having assumed that the prodigies would not be gathering in the same place.
<spoiler=Faerie>
+4 Essence. The ability to manipulate what makes up the very fabric of the universe and the gods themselves.
+2 Assassination. The Faerie A.I. is stronger when focusing on fighting only one enemy.
-2 Unity. The A.I. is weak against forces united working towards a shared goal.
Leilani and her Feyeath had thrived well ever since they moved to the tree, Yggdrasil. The thorns Leilani had got from Bolt were also doing well, with part of Yggdrasil as their home. The Feyeath were scared of them at first, but eventually grew to cohabitate with them. The Feyeath made homes throughout it using the spider's silk that she let them use. The Feyeath used the fertile soil around the tree to make all kind of crops that they could eat. Many creatures tried to attack the tree, but few could get past the psionic barrier Taumel had created. For some of the creatures that could, Nerscylla was able to take care of them rather easily.
As Leilani was going about her tasks, checking on how everything was, she felt something. She focused on it and saw it was Bolt channeling power into Mrs. Flower, the flower Leilani thought she saved. Bolt was going to make her into a demigod.
"Another demigod being made? Seems like everyone wants to have one now since Arora made one. I thought I made it so Mrs. Flower would live, but it seems like that isn't the case. Considering I have control of plants, it would look bad if a creature I helped didn't survive. I need to make sure it lives."
ASSIST
Leilani will help Bolt with Mrs. Flower, giving her increased resistance to things that would otherwise be fatal to her.
After Leilani assisted Bolt, she went looking around for Helio. She had looked everywhere except Nerscylla's Lair. Leilani thought there would be no reason for him to be there, but she went anyways, just to be safe.
When Leilani got to the lair, up near the top of the tree, she saw Helio. She also saw Nerscylla and many eggs all around it. There were some baby spiders that had already hatched and were crawling everywhere. "Why are all these spiders here, Helio? I wasn't aware Nerscylla was a female."
Helio was overjoyed to see Leilani. "Oh Leilani!", Helio said as he went up to her, hugging her leg, worshipping her. "I noticed the Nerscylla had been having strange behavior as of late, so was curious as to why. I know we rarely go to Nerscylla's lair, but I just had to know. It seems that she is pregnant with many baby spiders! Isn't that so exciting?"
Leilani wasn't as exciting as Helio at first, but she had an idea. "We could tame these spiders so the Feyeath could ride them. We wouldn't have to depend on Nerscylla all the time with defending the creatures that venture too close to the tree. Helio, go round up 5 of our strongest Feyeath."
"Right away," Helio said as he went out looking for the Feyeath that would be the first to tame these spiders.
DC7: Bless a small group of mortals (6)
Leilani will bless these Feyeath, making it easier for them to tame these spiders to use in everyday activities and in war as necessary. They will use vines in order to do this and make it so they can ride them with ease.
When night came, Bolt couldn't sleep so many thing were on his mind. He had Mrs.Flower, the Kaish calling him a god, his friend turned evil, and the monster who destroyed this land once before. He didn't know what to do about any of it. he at least knew that it couldn't get any worse. As Bolt looked to the sky he saw a shooting star. Bolt kept his eyes on the star seeing it was starting to fall to the ground. Bolt with a sigh said "I guess that's me proven wrong"
Bolt then looked to his side and said "Nimbus! go search the area where the shooting star is going." His Nimbus cloud listen to him and went after the star.
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