As Falrn left the far corner of the world, he left something in his wake. The first to arrive was an actual piece of him. Monstrously large, and longer than one can fathom, the leviathon woke violently into a world not ready for it. Its mind confused and chaotic from its sudden birth sends it rampaging across the world. Near invincible due to the divinity that was bestowed upon it, yet not quite a god, is it even possible to stop it without divine intervention?
The other thing to be birthed into this young yet budding world, appeared to be creatures that looked and acted just like his current smaller form. They are curious creatures, and seemingly intelligent. They look and act like very small dragons, yet at the same time they aren't. Not as long lived as their larger kin, nor as powerful they nonetheless are not defenseless either. They use their cunning to trick foes, and tend to play pranks on travelers. If raised from birth, or if one can prove themselves to one, they can make invaluable friends.
Falrn, in his haste to see what has changed since he had slept, didn't even notice the changes he himself was making to the world on his passing.....
3PP Beget Legendary: Leviathan. While not quite an exarch in its own right, it is too powerful for a mear spawn action, which is why I described it as having some minor divinity. Without divine intervention, it can not be killed, only stopped and put to sleep for a span of time (i.e. like the tarrasque) I might come back and claim it as an exarch, but for now it is an extremely powerful legendary creature. (3 generic (1 from previous week))
3PP Spawn: Psuedodragons and Fairy dragons. (1dragonkind+2 generate)
Dagon channels his will through the High Priest of the Sahuagin once again, using the zealot as a puppet to summon a half dozen monstrous creatures of pure elemental essence, the first of the Greater Storm Elementals. These newly formed creatures relied solely on primal instincts, being driven by hunger and an inborn chaotic nature backed by brute strength. To command these beasts, Dagon gifted the High Priest with the Tempest Circlet, a wrought iron crown crackling with sparks of electricity. Along with their predecessors, Dagon also creates numerous (and smaller) Lesser Storm Elementals, which he imbues with more cunning and predatory instincts.
~The Sahuagin and Locathah~
Dagon also spreads his influence to his children, strengthening them with eldritch energies of Chaos, and the fury of the Storm. He also manifests magically infused weaponry to aid in their upcoming war.
Dagon's PP Expenditure for his 'children':3/3 Chaos: 2/2 Storm: 1/1, 1 G/ 1E
3 PP (1 Generic, 1 Chaos, 1 Storm) Nourish Sahuagin and Locathah to infuse them with small amounts of magical powers, and enhanced strength, endurance, etc through magical means.
1 PP (1 Empower) Blood Frenzy which causes the Sahuagin and Locathah to fly into a murderous rage when in combat where they can use andrenaline to shrug off minor injuries, and heal minor wounds by consuming fallen enemies, and kin.
4 PP (2 Generic, 1 Chaos, 1 Generate) Equip the Sahuagin and Locathah with magically enhanced weaponry.
The three headed god sat. He thought, he pondered, he deduced and induced and reduced. He fancied and daydreamed and analyzed and criticised. After what seemed like a divine month or more, he finally stood up on his many hands, looked at Ikola, and said, gravely, "I dunno."
"Marvelous, isn't it?! There's always something new to learn, yes? Yes! It looks like he left a bit of himself in you. I suppose you could just amputate that portion? Or maybe, you could give it away? Oh, I like that. I think I'll call it a curse. Probably can't just get rid of a curse, or else I wouldn't have called it a curse. Well, I would have, but that's besides the point. The point is, maybe you have to give it away to someone else for THEM to be cursed? Wonder if it has to be willing or unwilling. It might be magic, and magic's a tricky thing, you know. All magic comes with a price. You can't just create or destroy energy, nope, magic doesn't work that way. There are RULES, you see."
"I suppose I could try to take the curse. Never had a curse before, might be interesting. Always more to learn, yes? Yes."
3PP Command - Magic: Magic is defined as having a cost. This is a fundamental, unavoidable law of existance. Which means, I need to add costs to the magic systems that have been created without costs, yes? I'll discuss that with people in the OOC thread, however.
Ikola grimaced and looked at its wing with the ragged black and purple scar running its length.
Wouldn't Amputating it leave me more damaged than before? I'm not sure I particularly like that option any more than having part of the Enemy living inside my person. But if you are willing to take it from me, to study the Enemy. Then.... Then, I would call you Friend and you would have my thanks.
Ikola examined the scar for a little longer, trying to determine the best way to 'give' it to Nos. Eventually, the god tenatively reached out towards the other with the damaged wing and WILLED it to GO!
Suddenly, it was as if Ikola could not control its arm, which transformed itself into three claws, the cursed portions of its body concentrated in the claws, which raked across Nos with vicious intent, leaving three paralell scars that pulsed softly with malevolent light. Even as Ikola gasped in shock, its wing reformed, broken tendrils reaching out and reconnecting at last with their shorn partners. And as each tendril connected, a wave of Life burst forth.
The First Tendril: Nearby, an Alda had recently taken root and begun to spread outwards. Now, it was speared by a beam of Life, and altered.
The Alda suddenly found itself growing taller and taller until, not a small tree anymore, it towered over the rest of the forest, its trunk and branches breaking apart into gnarled arms and legs as a startled face appeared from a twisting of its upper branches. The Old Man of the Forest took a tenative step, then another, the residual Life within it creating dryads and satyrs in its wake as it moved deeper into the forest to contemplate what to do next.
The Second Tendril: Life streamed outwards and impacted a mountain to the north, and it was altered.
It Groaned with Life!
A large humanoid form ripped itself free of the side of the mountain, its joints popping and shedding large quantities of pulverized stone as it moved for the first time as eyes of sapphires and a mouth full of chalk teeth broke to the surface of the head with a shower of falling rock. The great legs shook, and The Old Man of the Mountain walked, the residual Life within it creating oreads and clay men as it went.
The Third and Final Tendril: Life poured into the river that flowed nearby and to the great ocean itself. There, it churned the waters.
And a Form Appeared!
A watery head capped with seafoam hair rose from the ocean depths, its body dissapearing into the darkness far below. Like an ocean storm, it roared its first cry, and floated away from the land. In its wake, the residual Life of its creation formed Naiads and Tritons, which capered along with the Old Man of the Sea as it moved to more secluded spots.
Ikola darted towards Nos.
Friend NOS! I apologize. I had no idea. How... how can I assist you?
1 PP (generic): Harm God: Ikola accidentally attacks Nos and transfers the Scar of Krulsk to him.
Note: All of these are taking the 1 PP spawn discount. 3 (Life + discount): Spawn Superior Beast: The Old Man of the Woods: A massive, sentient Tree (think giant Ent, really). 1 PP (Life): Spawn Beast: Dryads. Female Guardians of the Woods. 1 PP (Generic) Spawn Beast: Satyrs. Male Guardians of the Woods. 3 (Life + discount): Spawn Superior Beast: The Old Man of the Mountain: A massive stone golem, with gems for eyes. 1 PP (Generic): Spawn Beast: Oreads: Female Guardians of the Mountains. 1 PP (Generic): Spawn Beast: Clay Men: Male Guardians of the Mountains. 3 (Generate + discount): Spawn Superior Beast: The Old Man of the Sea: A sentient mass of water in humanoid form. 1 PP (Generic): Naiads: Female Guardians of the Oceans. 1 PP (Generic): Tritons: Male Guardians of the Oceans.
Ryndell was not sure how long he relaxed beside the sweetwater, but he knew time continued to flow in strange waves around him. He saw a young man grow older and marry and for a while he felt joy for them. He saw the young man's wife age beside him, until she grew sick and passed away and that joy watered down. He saw the man grow older and wearier and more lonely and tried to console him with sips of Ambrosia, but that joy was fleeting. Then the man passed away.
Only when he had felt attachment and loss did Ryndell truly feel pain. As he thought on all the young man's visits, on the pretty wife whose health was so fleeting, and of the tyranny of time did Ryndell realize the source of pain lies in attachment.
Ryndell considered isolation, and detachment but realized that a life without pleasure, especially one as long as his seemed to be running, was not worth living. He resolved to find the answer.
Well, my seed had a very long germination time, Child Order. Perhaps you delayed too long in beginning? After all, I AM Life, and I cannot stand to have places such as this left barren when they could team with Things.
Ikola flapped to maintain its altitude as the Tree spoke.
"That is what I tried to say. I am willing to alter as need be, but Life had to come!"
Exactly. Life does not wait for it to be convenient for you to begin. It happens, and no one may predict it.
But I agree. If you had other plans, we shall work to make those plans a reality. Tell me, Child Order. What did you intend?