Nos-Hundred-Hands moved across the sky, his hands carrying him on the upper airs, his legs forgotten. It was so much handier to just use his arms, he had so many of them.
One head, the left, was trained on the world below, watching the adoings that occurred there. He saw Ikola and Krulsk fight, though it didn't bother him. Why should it? He had yet to come to a decision regarding this hurting business. It felt like Ikola and the others formed their opinions based on instinct, instinct that had no basis in experience, rather than careful consideration and proper knowledge. If he had thought it truly a bad thing, he would have helped, but as of yet he thought hurting was neither good nor bad, just something to yet be understood.
The other head, his right, watched his path carefully, so that he might know where he was going.
The third head, his central one, twisted about, searching for the odd presence he felt. Then he became aware of someone watching. The hairs, which he didn't have (as of yet having no idea what hair was), on the back of his head stood up, his skin prickled. Nos looked and found the odd god who seemed to prefer to stay up high in the sky.
Nos changed his path and approached this god. "Halllooooo," the three heads said in unison. "I'm Nos, I am. Will you tell me your name? Oh yes, please do, that would be wonderful."
At the dusk hour, when it is said that the walls between the mortal and the divine realms are weakest, the Sahuagin gather and tell tales. There are stories of their gods, their old glories, and hopes for the future. Among these is the following.
In the ancient days of the world, when earth was young, the sea was fresh, and the first Sahuagin swam free, a young welp was out exploring. As he went about from crevice to crack, he heard a voice say, "Hail to you, son of salt, born of Chaos."
The Sahuagin started in surprise. He looked around and found no others of his kind. There was, however, a many-armed starfish on a rock near by. It crawled towards him, and spoke again, "Tell me, chaosborn, what does your god command of you? Why did he create you in this world?"
The sahagin scavenger lowered his gaze to the multi-armed starfish, curious as to how it spoke to him. Nevertheless, he slung his trident over his shoulder, seeing no way the creature could cause him harm. "We are here to settle the waterways of this land, alongside the other children of Dagon (and through him, Loki)It is by his decree that we shall establish ourselves, flourish, and defend these waters against any intrusion by the forces of Order. For here in this place, only Chaos shall remain dominant. Should any of Order's minions attempt to wrest control from us, they will be met with fury and bloodshed, and an unrelenting hunger that is Dagon, Lord of the Deep.Through him, we serve Loki, the life-bringer of our race, and others like us. It is in Chaos' name that we shall...feed..." With that, he quickly unslung his trident and jabbed at a passing fish with a low hiss. "And how is it you are able to speak, creature, your kind are simple organisms, yet you posses such an ability...?"
Just to clarify, both the Sahaugin and Fish-Men of Dagon have the ability to live on land/water though they will mostly be encountered in the water unless someone manages to enter the island. On the island, the Sahaugin are rarely (if ever) encountered in the village. They mostly stick to the lands around it since they are unable to hide their true nature, as the Fish-Men can. The Fish-Men appear 'human' within the settlement, and attempt to lure unsuspecting visitors to the island so that they can be sacrificed to Dagon. Check out the H.P. Lovecraft movie, Dagon for reference. Full movie is here on youtube, check it out:
Enemies... Enemies are not friends, who you dislike, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I could use a friend or two.
I will assist you against Loki and Krulsk, but I'm assuming the controlling the uncontrollable will be difficult, so I shall require some assistance.
As he said this, a circle of light, centered around Proprietas formed, and quickly enclosed, finally forming around his head, creating a halo. If you looked at the halo, you would see on your right, his mood, and on your left, your mood.
Now, where are these beings you require the controlling of.
Hmmmm... Friends. Maybe I can share control. But just us three, no one else, not ever!
Perhaps, you all would enjoy to rule with me, as a team?
I would not be opposed to a partnership. Perhaps we should also include others of like-minded persuasion. Perhaps that being we created together, Friend Falrn. He might be amenable... he and Loki certainly did not get along. Perhaps Not-Friend Umi as well.
Umi blinked and gurgled. Had he fallen asleep? He was a god, he did not need sleep. Perhaps he had slept anyways. Petals not. Either way, it was a pleasant feeling, and Umi had awoken with lots of energy and an idea buzzing in his head. He wondered if it would work for a second, then decided it was worth a shot regardless of whether or not he thought it would succeed.
Umi reached out for nearby seawater and pulled it. He began to compress it into a ball using his tentacles, his mental willpower, and divine energy. It worked. He wound up with a small orb of a shiny white substance. It was cold to the touch. Ice, thought Umi, I shall call it ice. What a delightful thing he had made. He must teach the kalmar ice-shaping.
It didn't take long to return to Kalamari trench. The kalmar had built up a few respectable towns, all of them located in the trench. Umi chose a single kalmar from the largest of the towns, and projected into his mind the concept of ice shaping, and how to go about doing it by drawing on Umi's reserves of power. This squid would become a prophet.
Next, Umi dropped his orb of ice into the midst of the kalmar. Perhaps they would find a use for it. Perhaps not.
2 PP Craft (2 Generic PP) - The concept of ice, frozen water, is formalized as a domain, and then immediately claimed by Umi. 1 PP Forge (1 Generate PP) - The Orb of Everlasting Ice is created. This roughly the size of a tennis ball, this sphere of ice will never, ever melt. In addition, it gives its bearer a more profound control over the art of cyromancy. 2 PP Guide (1 Ice PP, 1 Generic PP) - The kalmar are taught the art of cyromancy by Umi. This is a form a divine magic in which the caster channels energy from the sea god into creating and shaping ice. Rather than chanting prayers or spells, a cyromancer must gurgle in complex patterns in order for his magic to take effect. In the nation of the kalmar, accomplished cyromancers double as priests, which triple as political leaders.
With at least one third of Nos' attention directed at him, Omus began to materialise in front of him.
"Name?" he responded. "What does a name matter? Hmm... you ask deep questions, many-headed one. I am Omus. Is that wonderful? No. It simply is. Do you have a name? I cannot imagine it would be wonderful for you to tell me... though perhaps useful."
The old one was animated as he recounted to his people the ancient story. When he spoke as the starfish, he put his hands in front of him and had his fingers pantomimed the motions of such creatures. And when he spoke at the young Sahagin, he puffed his chest and mimed the movements of the spear. In a falsetto he spoke as the boy, "And how is it you are able to speak, creature, your kind are simple organisms, yet you posses such an ability?"
"You're telling it wrong," a youngling interrupted.
"Hmm?" the old one asked, taken back. He looked around at those gathered to see who had spoken.
"You are telling it wrong," the youngling repeated. "Nobody asks how animals talk in old stories. Not in Jetsam and the Treestalk, not in Silvertooth and the Five Sharks, not in Rumplef'tang'pahzlbeep."
The old one sat back and frowned. "Well, in this story they do."
"Nu uh, they just don't."
"Bah, fine, just sit down and shut up."
The old one closed his eyes and tried to remember where he was. "Ah yes," he said. "The young hunter had slung his trident over his shoulder and had answered the starfish: 'The great god decreed that we shall establish ourselves and defend these waters against the forces of Order. Only Chaos shall remain dominant. It is in Chaos' name that we shall feed.' With a dart of his hand and a flash, the young hunter took his spear and killed a passing fish."
"Then," the old one continued with his tale...
~The Tale of the Hunter and the Starfish~
The starfish shivered and wobbled and the waters reverberated with its chuckle. "Chaos orders its creatures to defend against Order?!"
The creature chuckled and laughed, its arms lifting from the rock against which it was attached, and they flowed about him like waves in the ocean. "Surely Chaos has not told his children to make order in an effort to defend against Order! Does he not wish to tear down that which is built up? If you eat of me and renounce you allegiance to all who would order you under them, then my flesh will give you the power of chaos, the power to tear down the world."
Looking back at the other two gods, "I do not wish to Rule as you say, but I will join you in these endeavors for as long as they do not threaten the sanctity of this world."
Thinking on this, and what else he thought needed to be done. "There is still much to be done. With his last attack Krulsk will have gotten stronger. We need to get stronger also. I think my friends, that the spread of those....trees I think they were called will help tremendously!"