Dawn of Worlds - Avrund (IC)

[Squrmy]

Frigus

Frigus had slept - or rather, dozed - for a number of mortal decades, icicles having grown over his beard and his fingers frozen to his throne whenever he finally opened his bright blue eyes. Smiling lightly, he worked the cold stiffness out of his facial muscles by raising his eyebrows multiple times and making odd faces, giving him quite a comical and ungodly appearance. He removed his fingers from their frozen position with a simple flexing of his muscles, rising from his icebound throne and walking from his 'throne room', brushing the majority of the ice that clung to his robes away. He made his way down the steps that he had created, the wind having helped to smoothen out the rocks, the stone covered in a thick layer of snow, crunching beneath the heel of his sandals as he descended to the base of his mountain.

Frowning, he paused at the base of the lonely mountain, looking through the valleys and forests he had created. He was pleased to see that the ecosystem was well-balanced, and the animals within his domain were thriving. Huge herds of reindeer pranced through the open, snow-covered grasslands - searching for food and watching nervously for signs of movement. A flash of black fur caught Frigus' eye, and he turned his head - watching with interest a hunting party of fifteen Frigu, accompanied by a single wolf. The wolf was stalking through the grass, his stomach flat against the ground, his movements slow and well thought-out. The Frigu followed the movements of the animal, the ugly, leathery creatures taking their lead from the wolf's companion - a muscular, well-built Frigu who conversed with the wolf in a series of low-pitched growls, whines and grunts. In the time that Frigus had left them, the Frigu had developed for themselves a language - a heavily accented version of the language most humans would speak. They muttered to each other, grasping thick-shafted spears in their hands as they crept through the grass. The Frigu had a very distinct scent to them, which the reindeer had learned to recognize - so the hunting party had smeared themselves will small amounts of reindeer dung, and wore the hides of their past kills - to mask their scent and to warm their bodies against the cold. Frigus was pleased with the advancements of his children, but he felt that they could do so much more. With this in mind, he left the Frigu, entering the mountain he had set aside for the kobolds, unnoticed by his children, because he did not wish to be seen.

The hairy, stunted creatures had multiplied in number, despite their limited genepool. Dozens of them toiled away in the small mountain Frigus had given to them, swarming through the tall, wide and smooth caverns they had created out of the mountain's flesh. They had created for themselves a large cavern in the middle of the mountain, as Frigus had directed them to do. "Thy hath done well, kobolds," Frigus said to the small creatures, smiling as they gathered around him to listen. "However, I hath no further need of thee in this mountain. Thy wilt submit thyselves to the Frigu, accepting them as thy Overlords and Masters." The kobolds grunted in response to his words, beginning to swarm out of the mountain - their simple minds enabling Frigus to dominate them completley.

Screams echoed through the now empty mountain - screams of terror and pain - mixed with the grunts and snarls of the Frigu, dominating their new slaves and beating them into submission. Frigus ignored the sounds of the kobold's plight, walking to the middle of the huge, smooth-walled cavern. He willed an archway into existance - a large, ornate thing, made of smooth granite. Frigus' will created a double of the archway in Agora's underworld, the smooth stone providing a gateway for Agora to send the souls of his dead Frigu through. He set limitations on the mountain, preventing the ghosts from leaving it and tampering with the affairs of the living. The mountain swelled with the spirits of the Frigu, chattering to each other in their primitive languages - spirits of the first, original creatures (brown and leathery) mixing with the most recently dead (blue and grey mottled hides, more human-esque skulls, reaching heights of four and a half feet more reguarly). "Know that thy art still mine children, even if thy art deceased." With that, Frigus left the midst of the Frigu Spirits.

He appeared in the middle of the main mountain inhabitated by the Frigu, smiling at his children. They all fell down upon their knees, sighing and singing praise to the God who had saved and created for them a sanctuary in the frozen North. "Arise, mine children," Frigus addressed the largest tribe of the Frigu, his voice echoing throughout the hollowed-out mountain ranges inhabitated by the other tribes of his children. "Heed mine words. They art those among thee who art bonded with mine chosen animal - the wolf. Thy hath learned, over the years, to heed the instincts of these creatures and to listen to their advice. They art intelligent animals, protective of their packs - which they hath now encompassed to include thee, the Frigu. Those amongst thee who art able to bond with a wolf shalt be mine Priests, spreading my will and word amongst thy fellows. I hath deliberated upon this issue, and I shalt allow thee thy infighting, so long as thy listen to the word of mine Pack-Brothers whenever they command thee to follow my orders. No tribe shalt be above the other, and thy shalt fight amongst each other to thy heart's content, save for when thy art told to come and work together at my command. Art thou in understanding of this?" There was a massed roar of assent, coming from the throats of the Frigu throughout Frigus' mountains. Satisfied, the Frost-God turned his attention to those of the goblinlike creatures who were paired with a wolf. "Thy wilt be above the clans. Your birth means nothing now. Thy will spread thyselves through these mountains and keep these squabbles from growing out of hand. Prepare thyselves for a journey, and say farewell to thy loved ones."

Frigus stayed with his children for a time, speaking quietly to them and walking amongst them, bestowing blessings upon those who were sick or injured, healing them of their injuries. As he walked through the mountains, he noticed 'work-teams' of kobolds being forced into labour, smoothening out the rough tunnels the Frigu had created themselves. Precious ores were also being excavated - iron, copper and tin - although the primitive minds of his children knew not of their purpose. The kobolds were treated with cruelty and contempt, abused and cursed by their Frigu Overseers. Despite this, however, they were given enough food and water to survive upon, and as long as they always had work to occupy them, they did not seem unhappy with their lot.

The Frigu praised their Patron Saint, and he eventually left their midst, willing himself out of the mountains, and to the coastal lands of the North-West. Sighing, he stood there for a time, deliberating upon a moral issue. He had vowed never to create another mortal race, but the joy the Frigu gave him made him feel so light and happy that he couldn't resist it any longer. He decided that he would create a race of tall, muscular Northmen - not for a number of eons, but they would eventually be created.

He willed a beach into existance, which eventually gave way to gentle, sloping hills - covered with low-lying grass, dotted with occasional thickets of pine and fur trees, leading up to the bases of a range of coastal cliffs and dwarf-like mountains - short and small in comparison to those he had created in the Frozen Reaches of the Far North. The mountains were filled with fresh water and precious minerals, Frigus willing a series of small streams, lakes and ponds into existance down on the grasslands. Satisfied with his work, he turned his head to the Godspeak, speaking to his siblings. "Those of thee who would lend me thy aid in creating landscape, help me to create a home for a race of Northmen. We wilt hath shared dominion over them. I know that I vowed to never create another mortal race, but the Frigu hath filled me with such joy that I hath decided I wilt create a race reminsecent of mine children on our previous world."

He waited for his siblings' response, and as he so patiently waited, his attention wandered - noting the creation of a race by the Goddess of Destruction - a familiar race to the Goddess, it seemed - perhaps one of her creations from a previous world. He heard the howls and woops of the Wind-God as he frolicked and danced around the world, his childish antics bringing a smile to Frigus' lips.

(( Starting Points: 9 + 13 = 22.

-8 Create Order, -3 Shape Climate.

Points remaining: 11. ))

[dauricha]

Galadus

Time past. The north of the world froze over in winter, and he swirled in the snow. As the spring came, he rushed through his plains, scattering the melting slush, and spreading seeds on light breezes. Summer he traveled as he did throughout the year, exploring, singing, dancing sometimes with his kith and kin. The Boy God was a joy to visit. Galadus often rustled through the trees of the lads realm, watching him at 'work' and play. Strange things he felt came from the lands of the south. He rarely visited the land of light and dark since his first escapade. In the Autumn, ah what a time of colour, of dancing leaves and sweet tree music.

Time moved ever on. It was in one of those moments that Galadus did something quite unusual. He was sat upon a grassy hill, blowing between two blades of grass, listening to the winds and clouds that told him all of the worlds happenings. Horses were running below, foals were on the horizen. a herd of the wild creatures ran past, the mares heavy with young. Still graceful, though the pale eyed good, his eyes white and blue under the slightly clouded sky. He caught the smell of something else. Nature was taking its course. Wolves, great brown and black creatures, charged from the tall grass on the slight hill facing him. The noble horses cried their shock, picking up sped, as the hunters snapped and barked at their whipping tails. The Wind God watched. Nature was neither cruel or kind, it just was, and it allowed for great feats of speed. The wolves brought down an old one, a clean kill to the beasts throat. They would eat well. Two left their kill to carry on the chase. Odd, thought the God, who left the grass to rise and follow the renewed chase.

A pregnant mare was cornered amongst rocks. The two beast bit and snapped at her, unable to draw close for fear of her hooves. Galadus watched. Wolves hungered, that was fact, but to leave a good kill for his mare? Nature he supposed. Soon the fine mare tired, and the wolves were upon her. For reasons past his thinking, Galadus swooped down, and took her foal from her. With a flick of his hand, he ended her life. Wolves hungered, they did not deserve to die for their nature. He left them to their feast, the pair didn't notice the Wind God taking the foal, Galadus didn't want them to. West he moved, the foal in his arms. He washed the birth from the little one, who stirred slightly. Sleep for now, he thought to the young mind, and the little foal obliged.

His coat was a deep chest nut brown, with a mane of tail of fine black hair. Galadus plucked a few of his waving hairs, and wove them into the young creatures own. Soon the black was streaked with golden white. He sang a wordless tune to the little foal, as he approached a herd of wild horse. The beasts approached him, they and their ancestors had run with the God before. The saved foal awoke, and Galadus placed him down upon the grass. The little one got to shaky feet, and made a few nervous steps. A great old grey mare offered to take and look after him, and Galadus was thankful for that. Before he went he whistled to the little foal. It stepped towards the thin pale man, its step already surer.

You are Sire, and you shall be the Father of Horses, of all steeds to come. You shall guard my plains and hills. You will make your race strong, and only the best will ride with you. He laid a finger upon the foals brow. He drew a line down to its muzzle, and a white streak remained. Power flowed into Sire. He would not die, he would be the fastest horse, and he would guard Galadus' lands. For now, he snorted and left to join his mother and the other young ones. Great destiny could wait. Galadus left too, pondering his actions, and the affects it would have.

He traveled North, only half hearing Frost Fathers call. He drifted towards its soon appearing before his cold brother.

He bowed to the bearded giant, turning completely over in the air as he did so. He smiled up at the great man.

Greetings O Frost Father. I shall help you craft a land for strong men of the north. They are many many moons away, but the land must be wrought. How may I aid thee? He looked upon a bare land (E5) and knew his work would be begin there. Had he ever worked with his kin before?

Starting Points: 9 + 18 = 27.

Create Avatar (Horse 'Sire') - 10 points

Points remaining: 17 + One action left for this turn.

[Betelgeuse]

Agora

The Queen of the Underworld observed as the form of Aquillo quickly darted through the vertical barrier of water from the sea and entered the lower depths of the land of the dead. As soon as he tapped his staff on the black granite floor, the fellow God bowed and she placed a single finger beneath his chin to raise his gaze level with her own. She thought about the history of this deity- a mortal man who had such a thirst for adventure, life, the sea and of course, jewels. He was one of her most devoted worshipers in the Last World when her domains were simply that of wealth, adventure and the zest for life- she hadn't yet truly become the Goddess of Death until the passing of her great love in that same time. In her time of falling spirits, she came upon a man who was struggling to catch a breath beneath the waves of the last, tumultuous ocean. The Goddess had meddled very little in the direct affairs of mortals (unlike her father, the God of Love) but felt her heart go out to one of her main worshipers who's spark for the living was growing dim. Aquillo had been her first resurrection and a part of her decision to care for the dead and dying in the next planet, where she dove into the depths of the sea to come face to face with the near corpse to give him a simple, delicate kiss on the forehead. She had poured much of her energy into the battered soul, jolting him back to life and propelling him further into the realm of demi-god. It was only when the last planet collapsed and the deities moved forward, that the God of the Sea was given his title and full abilities.

"Agora, may I have a word?" The slightly amphibious immortal asked.

"Of course, Aquillo," She answered in a soft tone carried on the crisp cave air.

"When shall the underworld be ready for souls?" He asked in earnest. "You may have your first souls in the next few years to come."

"The Underworld has been tending to the spirits of all deceased since the first stone was constructed beneath the planet." She paused, beginning to exit her personal chambers into the halls of the Underworld with the younger immortal trailing behind. "Currently, the Kobolds and I are preparing for the specific, final resting places of the newly created mortals throughout the world. Of Men, who most certainly will be created, the apathetic and unfaithful to any deity, will remain in The Pool of Spirits, which will also house any other soul that holds no dedication. I have already designated a location for the Frigu and hardened warriors to rest in peace. Soon the Kobolds will create chambers of such opulence that the spirits will freely choose which location they wish to remain in the afterlife."

"I have another favor to ask too. I'm afraid our fellow gods might act rashly and cause me to have issues bringing this race from their adolescent stages. If you will help me, I will help you protect your underworld, with my Aquilla and something else." Aquillo explained with the utmost concern for his fledgling people.

Nodding without a word, Agora continued through the halls of the Underworld that seemed to be swarming with even more Kobolds hard at work than ever before. They continued to feverishly work as the pair of Gods traversed the depths of the world, continuing through the entrance chamber, the Hall of Trials as well as the room that had been designated as The Pit for unjust souls; all of which that had simple pillars, doorways, arched ceilings and crude steps created by the small rat-like creatures who scuttled by at their feet. Finally, the two came to the smallest chamber of the Underworld at the very northern end of the underground island, a chamber that had not yet been touched by a single Kobold. The cave was circular with a waist-deep lake and a small black-coral island sitting in the center that could scarcely hold a half dozen humans on its surface. A massive stalactite hung from the center of the domed ceiling, dripping a small amount of water onto the coral as it had been doing since the creation of the Underworld.

"To start, I plan to have this become the final resting place for the Aquilla." She began, continuing to explain before the fellow God could slip in any questions on how this tied into the protection of his people.

Holding her hand in the direction of the coral island, the cave began to rumble as bits of dust and rock fell from the ceiling and dunk into the murky, dark water. Instantly, the room began to change color from varying shades of blue, black and brown to ever-lightening hues. She watched the room as the blue colored crystals began to take on a soft white glow to match its changing surroundings, where almost every surface took a shade of pure ivory. Like a sponge soaking up an oil stain, the chamber breathtakingly white as well as the waist deep water that had become crystal clear and cool to the touch. She marveled momentarily as the white coral island began to crack in the center in order to allow an ornately carved small ivory basin to extend and stop at a height that would make it waist-high for most mortals. The brilliant crystal stalactite in the center continued its slow drip as it would continue to fill the shallow basin of water to the edge.

"This room will be known as the Fountain of Youth. The Lagoon of Rejuvenation. The Spring of Life." She finally spoke as the room came to a gradual completion. "The deceased Aquilla will guard this aquatic sanctuary in death, where I will ensure their happiness even after life has ended. When drinking from this fountain, I will turn a blind eye to the oncoming death of those who imbibe. It will not grant immortality, but shave off the years that bring on gray hair and weakened bones. You may inform the Aquilla of this location, but they must only come through the entrance on top of the island and must pass the same trials of any mortal trying to enter the Underworld. Over time, your people may consider this Spring a mere myth, something of a bedtime story, but it will remain that these water will fend of death for one more lifetime." Agora explained with a look back at the God she had helped create. "I may be of more direct help in the future, my child, but for now these waters will help your people when they need it most."

26 - 10 = 16 (Create Avatar/Divine Object)

[Infinitus]

Esvehe

Esvehe sat silently upon a towering pillar of black grey stone, enraptured by a meditation that had lasted for numerous years. Though he had been silent for some time, gathering his divine strength and contemplating, he was fully aware of the events surrounding him. From the millions of watchful eyes that lit the nighttime sky, Esvehe could see and know much of what had happened in the world since he had begun his meditation. He saw the rise of the mortal races, born into the world much earlier than was the norm. So much of Arvund was still a barren rock, ridden with desolace and emptiness, where life rose up across the world only in scattered clusters. Only the seas truly teamed with life as they ought to, the product not only of their patron god but of all the gods who had ushered forth life upon the coasts of the world.

It seemed that this world would be worked differently than the ones from before. With the first races born into the world so early, there was little choice but to do the same, or one would rapidly lose their influence upon the world. Esvehe would have no choice but to forge his own life to match the Frigu, Aquilla, and Nier.

Mortals of Avrund would not be granted by their gods the luxury of inheriting a lush full world, it seemed. But a race made too late would inherit only the chains of an older race with the time to form an empire before they even came into the world. Esvehe would have to grant the gift of sapience immediately, it seemed.

Esvehe rose from his meditation quite suddenly and without ceremony, and was quite suddenly returned to the realm of the corporeal, where the low tide left only pools of jade surrounded by ridges of mossy grey stone. Aikyateklik soared above, calling a storm across the horizon to herald the return of his master.

Esvehe spared no time in appearing above the chaparral he had made not so long ago. It still flourished with life, basking in the warmth of the sun, drinking from the eternally flowing crystal waters, and feeding upon the rich soil. Vast herds of cattle, goats, horses and other grazers marched across the fields and by the verdant forests. It stood just as Esvehe had created it. And now it would become the seat of a fourth people.

Where Esvehe had formed Aikyateklik in a tremendous show of his divine power, calling down the sky with all its sound and fury to craft a being of such power that it approached that of the gods, here Esvehe took a slower, more careful approach. It was not that he did not take care when creating Aikyateklik – far from it, for ages of contemplation had gone into the being – but rather that Aikyateklik was inherently different from what he forged now. Though inherently wise and thoughtful, Aikyateklik was a seething whirlwind of power, an all consuming storm held only just held in check that could unleash untold power and lay down Esvehe’s judgment. Aikyateklik was a guardian and an instrument of war as well as a sage.

But what Esvehe formed now was not meant as such. While the race Esvehe now set out to form would have strength and destructive power, those would be secondary, a means to protect an end. Frigus had made his people as much into slaves to work his grand projects as anything else, while Aquillo’s would be turned to opulence and trading, for the sole purpose of an excess of wealth, while Maev’sil’vien’s race had no clear purpose as of yet. Esvehe’s people would be the philosophers and scholars of the world, who made make the great feats of literature and architecture and art. They would preach Esvehe’s word and serve his cause, and in time he hoped they would forge an empire for themselves, by sword or tongue, though Esvehe favored the latter.

And so Esvehe did not fashion his people by calling down the sky, but with chisel and hammer and stone. Esvehe spent countless hours at work upon his creation without rest, making not one, but many, each as unique as the last, so that no one among them was identical. When at long last he had finished carving the stone, making each one as flawlessly as the previous, he took quill and ink, which glowed with holy fire, and began to write upon each of them. Upon each one he wrote in the language of the gods, writing out long chapters. For thousands upon thousands of words he detailed the souls of each one, where each letter came to form another thread of the creature’s new soul.

When he had finished this, and their stone bodies and souls were formed, he anointed each of their heads with water, one by one, and breathed life into each of them, and they took form, the first of their kind.

When they saw for the first time with their own eyes, and looked upon their god, who they knew had created them, for their very souls knew the hands that had crafted them, they kneeled and gave him praise in the rich, grammatical tongue Esvehe had born into them.

Esvehe looked upon his creations and smiled. “I have created you to serve my will, and to spread my truths, the cause of Unity, unto all the world. But I have also made you to think, to prosper, to love, and to thrive. I give this fertile land to be your own, which we shall forge into a land of greatness and plenty.”

“I name you the Cogulluk, for you are destined to bring Unity to this world.”

And with that, Esvehe began to teach them. He taught them how to survive, how to hunt and fish, and how to herd and farm, and how to build and fight. He taught them about themselves, how their flesh worked and how to treat it, and how to heal it. He taught them too the arts of magic, for they would be important in the coming world. But also he taught them his truths, of Unity, and of morality. He also taught them other things, how to teach their own, how to govern, and other things that would remove the gap between them and the elder races of the world. But also, he taught them how to think, how to be rational, be logical, be creative, to be critical, how to innovate, and how to contemplate. For their minds were one of the two great advantages Esvehe had given the Cogulluk, and they must know how to use it.

Esvehe was pleased with how receptive they were to his teachings. They had learned quickly, and had set about just as quickly putting his teachings to use. Esvehe was pleased to watch them hunt and farm, working in teams to accomplish their tasks more efficiently.

For the time being, Esvehe would remain among his people directly, making sure nothing would go awry, and protecting from the foul influence of other gods if need be. He gave those he had made to be his priests governance under him for now, but soon the priests would need to elect a philosopher-king.

As Esvehe watched his people grow upon the land he had given them with pride as they grew from the simple farmers all races began as, but his mind began to turn back to other things, other obligations, now that he had made a race of his own. He would soon need to see to their afterlife, first and foremost.

He had also, in the joy of creating his second world, neglected his communications with the other gods, something he would have to rectify soon. Deciding that his issues with Agora were the most pressing matter, he left at the gates of the underworld a ring of radiant gold, glowing with holy power. His sigil, and something she would find impossible to miss. It bore with it a request for her to speak to him at her convenience, but with haste if she could afford it.

From previous rounds: 3
Starting points: 15 + 4
Create Race: -22
Remaining: 0

The Cogulluk are humanoid in appearance only in the most lenient of terms. The Cogulluk are more or less human in shape, but are clearly avian. Cogulluk average at around five feet and ten inches in height, and have typically muscular but lean builds. Cogulluk have taloned feet designed for all terrain, with three main talons and one larger, opposable talon. These are attached to long, humanoid legs. Cogulluk hands are similar in design, and come of slightly wing-shaped arms, although Cogulluk do not hate wings. Cogulluk have long necks that angle their somewhat long, slender heads to face forward. Their faces resemble many birds of prey in shape. Cogulluk have short, feathered tails.

Cogulluk typically have rich, silky feathers colored between white and black, with silvery shades of grey in between. Cogulluk sometimes have multiple colors present, running typically in streaks or large, symmetrical but generally irregular patches. Cogulluk eyes can carry any number of colors, and both genders possess a ring of tall feathers that move backward along their head into a slender sort of crown, with a variety of colors that are typically very distinctive.

Cogulluk give birth through eggs, which are kept warm usually through some method of incubation until they hatch, where they are raised by the parents as a group. Cogulluk mature at around twenty, and live to an average of seventy-five years of age – longer than humans, but hardly immortal.

Cogulluk are psychology very group oriented, but introspective, rational, cunning, and logical. Cogulluk are, however, very weak when acting alone, and often possess a degree of cynicism. They also have a fondness for innovation which, while often beneficial, is strong enough that they often attempt to do so when not necessary. Cogulluk also have a tendency to generalize other groups, which can make them somewhat racist.

Racial advantages:

Blessing of Unity - Cogulluk possess a sort of empathetic link with one another, which is applied between all Cogulluk within proximity of one another, with bolstered range between Cogulluk who are fond of one another. Lovers can detect basic emotions of one another from vast distances. This allows Cogulluk to work together with nearly unrivaled effectiveness, as they will be able to strategize with one another without talking and better coordinate, and when they do speak they will be able to convey information far more effectively than by speech alone. This also means that Cogulluk, who can feel one another’s pain, are much more empathic towards one another, and more able to hold a large, stable government because of their commonality. Cogulluk, while individuals, thus share a great deal more plurality than other contemporary races, and are more effective because of it.

Heightened intellect – Cogulluk possess a higher average intelligence than most races, which is most visual in that they have far fewer individuals below the average human intelligence, even if they do not have a significantly higher limit than humans for intellect. This makes them well suited to intellectualism, which is more celebrated in Cogulluk culture than in other races.

Racial disadvantages:

Curse of Unity – Cogulluk are not well adapted to functioning alone, and while together they excel more than any other races, Cogulluk alone will prove inept, and if kept alone will go insane rather soon.

Cold weakness – Cogulluk, while very much warm blooded, are adapted to warmer climates, and will struggle more than other races in the far northern regions of the world.

[dauricha]

So Galadus continued his work. The land below him was barren (E5). Even with natural growth this would be cold part of the world. Pines rose up from the earth by his Godly command. Through these he cut deep lines heading towards the coast. If he looked the other way he could make out the green smudge that were his plains, his land, where Sire now roamed. It was near these that he focused more of his might. No trees would stand here. A hollow appeared, growing larger and larger. Water began to rise up, from deep underground rivers and lakes. Soon a shimmering dazzling stretch of water lay before Galadus.

It flowed down his cut rivers, through the thick pine forests, right unto the sea. It was minor work for grass to grow in the forest, it naturally wanted to cross over from his plains. Smaller beasts and birds would thrive here, but let them find their own way. He rose up over it, seeing the patchwork of life growing. Some were in an arms race, for, well, races. Let them, thought the Wind God. How is that brother? Strong forests to out live the fiercest winter, with fast flowing rivers, fine fishing I'm certain. Galadus called out to Frigus.

2nd Action = E5 turned into pine forest. With large lake in South east corner and rivers running to the sea

Cost = 3

Total = 14 Points.

[Squrmy]

Frigus

Frigus looked with interest upon the movements of the Wind-God in his Grasslands, a small smile coming to his lips as he too noticed the movements of the wolves in the tall grasses. He loved the pack-minded, intelligent animals with all of his heart, and he took in a small breath as they charged out of hiding, attacking the herd or horses. Smiling - and swelling with pride - he turned his attention to the movements of Galadus, watching curiously as he saved a foal from being slain by the wolves. "Thy hath love for horses, Galadus. It is a good thing, brother. Sire is a fine animal, and he wilt guard thy lands forevermore."

The Frost Father turned, giving Galadus a welcoming smile as he appeared in the barren land next to the cliffs and pine forests that Frigus had created. "I thank thee for thy aid, Galadus. It lightens mine heart to know that there art those amongst us who would lend their aid to make this world whole, rather than focusing upon their own projects." His words were hypocritical, in a sense, but that did not seem to occur to or bother the Frost Father. He didn't bother correcting Galadus' name for him - he liked being called a Father. It made him feel prestigious, needed.

He looked on as Galadus created a great, sprawling pine forest - filling it with water which flowed into the sea. Even as he inspected the land, Frigus sent out a call to the animals of the waters; trout and other fish filling the cold waters, providing good nourishment for whichever race should be created to live there. "I am pleased with thy forest, Galadus - well done. Again, I thank thee for thy aid. If thy could reside here with me for a while, we could deliberate upon the creation of our people. There is much planning to be done."

Even as Frigus finished speaking, he felt surges of magic coming from the God of Unity's domain. He sent his consciousness out toward Esvehe, curious to see what he had been creating. He looked upon his newly created race with a smile, speaking to his brother. "A most beautiful looking people, brother. I commend thee on thy creation."

[Betelgeuse]

Agora

There was another moment of Aquillo and Agora taking in the fountain of youth as they considered the fate of the Aquilla and discussed other Godly matters. She felt the world shifting above her and knew that the other immortals were hard at work forging the world while she continued the prep-work for the mortals that seemed to be doubling as fast as possible. There would be time for her to help populate the world with creatures that didn't hold the same lust for wealth and power as her brethren's creations seemed to be. Not quite aware of how much time had truly passed, Aquillo made a hasty departure back to the depths of the sea as the Queen of the Underworld returned to the surface of the planet. She was taken back by the amount that had been accomplished- new lands and mortals sprouting out across the world like hairs on a human head.

"Quite a bit of work to still be done." She pointed out, peering toward the coast just above her island.

Without any grand gestures, plant-life began to take hold in the rocky, lifeless coast across the short distance of sea from the Island of the Dead. At first they were simple, small forms of fungus grouping with thick, moss covered trees that sprouted easily from the mineral rich dirt. The water level rose near the coast and submerged the fledgling landscape with an even coat, creating the perfect environment for swamp. She held a strong affinity for water-based areas and considered the fact that there were no other swamps, it was her duty to help create the landscape that varied from the forests that spotted the world thus far. The trees took shape as massive giants in the landscape, their branches dangling with thick ropes of moss that hung low enough to graze the heads of any mortals that walked through the area. The mushrooms that had started off small had grown into monstrous proportions- tall enough for a man to use the fungi as shelter from rain or to snap off and carry as an organic umbrella. The fungus swamp contained the natural animals and plants that occured in most any area of its kind, with the only abnormal addition being the inclusion of the giant vibrantly colored and white-spotted mushrooms.

Behind her, she felt something divine appear on her island and looked to see a brilliant gold ring glowing around the entrance of the Underworld. The energy itself held the signature of Esvehe, a God that she didn't have the chance to speak with very much since the initial crafting of the planet. She focused on where the other immortal was located and vanished from her location floating above the newly created Mushroom Marsh in favor of finding her immortal kin. She appeared on the green valley coast in a swirl of mist, a simple use of powers compared to other Gods that chose to use a lightning bolt or flash of color with their presence.

Agora observed the newest creation in the realm of races, noticing that the people already held a strong connection to art, speech and architecture. The affinity for sculpting monuments held a close appreciation to the Goddess's heart as she had created Kobolds with the same driving hobby. She made a mental note to drop off a few of the strange creatures to this new race of near-men in hopes that it might help them create a footing for their civilization in the harsh environment of the new world. It took only moments of walking through the people, completely invisible to their eye, before she found the God she had been searching for in the southern continent.

"Wonderful new creations, Esvehe." She pointed out when in ear-shot, meaning to comment on both the landscape and new race.

16 - 3 = 13 (Create Land: Mushroom Swamp)

[Chelubai]

Aquillo quickly nodded and bid farewell to Agora abruptly in the middle of their conversation. "I'm sorry mother, but I have to get to work again." He said with a small, hardly noticeable smile. He vanished back into the ocean, leaving a swirl of mist in his wake for mere frivolous need. He appeared between the underworlds mountain island and his own underground island. He adopted the appearance of a large, white whale in the water, and hung suspended for a moment, thinking on how to do this thing.


He locked onto an image in his mind and begun to sing a song with the various pitches of a whale's vocal chords, a similar song to when he created the Aquilla, but this time there was no words, just and emotion, as he began to form something from the rock and earth of the mountain and island he hovered in between. With a burst of green light, seeming both full of the ocean's essence, as well as the ghost of death. Erth from both mountains were ripped away and slammed together in the light with a swirl of water. From it slowly began to form 10 large, ginormous tentacles with wicked hooks on their underside. They stretched from the source of light for yard upon yard, a creature of mythical proportions, they stretched until a body began to form in the center. It was large and bulbous, two eyes the size of boulders, black as pitch, stared unblinking into the darkness. A mysterious black ooze imnated from it's skin and seemed to stink of death. As soon as the creature breathed its first aquatic breath, Aquillo was gone yet again from the ocean, standing on a random patch of land.


If he was correct, this space was close to his godly "Great Uncle." How Agora had affection for this man he did not know, he liked things cold where Aquillo prefered warmth, but he wanted to do something in return for Agora indirectly, opposed to his direct approach to the new guardian of the underworld, a creature he had no yet named for a reason, it was Agora's pet now.


He didn't speak to the frost god as he did so, or even before he did it, but he jumped high into the air and punched straight through the ground and back to the middle ocean. In his wake wakr what he would call a "blue hole" or a cavern that stretched from ocean to land. The last world was riddled with them, he figured he'd have one or two near gods in his favor. In the spring and summer the hole would allow for Aquilla to visit the north, in the fall and winter it would provide a beautiful frozen landscape. He left the hole's waters populated with fish and the like, to give food to any settlements thatwould spring up around the hole. But in the holes depths, he left glowing aquatic plants to light the way for visiting tarder-Aquilla, as well as all manner of dark creatures to discourage an uneedeed journey of war. ((For he would not allow the Aquilla to war, that could damage trade relations in the future.))


Pleased with the work he had don so far he returned to Godspeak for a drink. He conjured a great stone table in the god's area on the peak, and sat at a conjured throne of shells and marble. He sent a small pearl to invite the gods he knew, or at least thought, wouldn't mind a drink of ale. But of course the former sailor god did not wait for anyone to come before he began to drink a bottle of rum, again conjured from the air. It wasn't long before his tan skin was a shade of burgandy in his cheeks as his drunken laughs could be heard resounding.

Spoiler

8+9 = 17
Actions Taken:
Created Avatar
Created Terrain
17- 10 = 7
7-3 = 4 (Can change, I couldn't see the map as I wrote this)in the corners of D&E 13&14, created blue hole (Lake/undergroun tunnel to ocean)

[Vahir]

Sygriff emerged from his hall, satisfied with it. It was a massive structure, shaped in a large arch, with timber walls and a solid stone foundation. The Great Hall inside was truly vast, being able to accommodate thousands. A mortal holdfast would require an impressive kitchen to supply enough food for so many, but in Kragenhem, the name of his haven, no man would bow down to another, save before Sygriff himself. He could make food, weapons, and other such necessities appear at will. Attached to the Great Hall were two smaller but no less gargantuan wings, one filled with sleeping chambers for its denizens, and the other with rooms to train, read, think, any passtime a man could ask for. The chambers were mostly empty for now beside basic furniture. He had resolved to fill the halls with paintings and sculptures of great heroes, but alas, there were none, not yet. One last task remained.

As he stepped outside, an old walking stick in hand, he felt the cold wind blow into his face. He was one a mountain top, after all. A man forgot such things when he spent so much time inside. But he could delay no longer. He walked over to a likely spot, a nice patch of flat rock in front of Kragenhem, and, pulling out two rusty old daggers, carelessly threw them onto the ground. They both landed blade first into the snow next to each other. For a moment nothing happened. Then, without warning, the daggers began to change shape and grow, moving further apart from one another. They evolved into two greatswords fit for giants, each one many times Sygriff's own considerable height. They were both at an angle, and they met fifty feet in the air, fusing together with a deafening screech. Runes in the language of the gods appeared slowly on each, telling a tale that no mortal could possibly read. When it was over, Sygriff looked over it, and was satisfied. This would be the gate to Kragenhem, through which warriors would reach their destination. It was large enough for dozens of warriors to traverse side by side. Somewhere in the bowels of the underworld, he knew, another such gate had emerged. Where exactly, he did not know, nor did he care; That was Agora's problem.

His labours complete, he examined the world around him. Kragenhem was at the very peek of the Gudfyell, the mountain he had fashioned. It was far above the clouds, but the power of the gods meant that he could see the surface of the entire continent through the clouds, even if mortals wouldn't be able to see him from the ground. Three other shapes arose majestically from the clouds: The as of yet nameless mountain chain to the far south; Frigus's forsaken mountain in the north, covered in the white of ice and snow; and finally, greatest of them all, rose the Godspeak, dwarfing everything. He noticed with surprise that while he had been making Kragenhem, the other gods had been busy. They had even made races of their own! Well, he decided, he needed to make up for his lateness. He slammed his staff on the ground as hard as he could, and he felt drained as much of his power was drained away to exercise his will. Suddenly, his forest tripled in size, expanding far to the north and west. This, he decreed then, would be his forest for all time; The Heartwood. It would cover vast swathes of land, and inside it men would prosper. Gigantic bears and wolves and such animals would prowl it, and only the most resolute would survive. These woods were now sacred.

Points gained: 30
Points Spent: 12 (4x modify terrain)

Points remaining: 25