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First Dragon War

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Not too long after Bahamut's birth, the cold-blooded king moved back above the pool of lava to raise his power again.

From the writhing pool a new egg hatched, like before, he infused his own essence to strengthen the newborn and have become a part of him. Like Bahamut, another Avatar was born. A great dragon of similar size rose from the volcanic pool with a wrathful bellow that echoed beyond the island.

The great behemoth of black scales and feathery wings bore three heads. Each with snake-like necks and a saurian head crested with multiple back-facing horns. Both in bodymass and wingspan it was marginally larger then the avatar before it, even sporting a long tail that had a fourth head, that was more slender.

Tiamut(Avatar), Mother of Dragons, The Cold Blooded King's Instrument of Calamity

The monstrosity roared violently. Tiamut, parrallel to Bahamut, represented the other side of his duality. The first dragon represented his lawful and warrior-like wisdoms, a defender of creation, and divine 'benevolence. Tiamut was the opposing side of that coin. The representation of pure wrath and destructive rage. One half creator, and the other the destroyer.

A fight of dragons

By pure instinct of their very opposing forces by the nature of their existence, the two avatars immediately clashed. The first clash of the divine beasts rippled away the water from the island in a brief but destructive wave, as if caused by seismic activity. Though Tiamut was more massive and was able to overwhelm Bahamut briefly with her four heads, Bahamut was however able to retaliate after the first relenting assault with a counter attack. His long bladed horn Sliced off the right head of Tiamut's, almost like a valiant warrior smiting a monster. Red filled the air as all four heads, even the one severed, screamed in a powerful fit of pain and rage.

The severed head writhed and tumbled upon the earth like a fish out of water, it's mere thrashing made tremors within the island due to its sheer mass before it eventually settled down and went limp. Meanwhile, above, The angered dragon of destruction took hold of her brother, and drove her back into the volcano. The two, together being larger then the molten pool, crashed and destroyed the mountain peak and caused the eggs that were still incubating within the magma to fly into the sea. The lava did not directly harm either of the titans, but being ruptured into the earth Tiamut was trying to smother Bahamut in the molten and solid rubble. Holding him down with both of her mighty claws, Two of her heads widened their maws; At first roaring, but then interrupted herself with two powerful streams of molten fury and lightning-bolt like energy. Like a powerful force of thunder mixed with condensed black flames, both beams rained down upon the arbiter with full fury. The heat was intense, but it was the pure physical force and explosive might that actually injured Bahamut, his scales torn asunder from the magnetic energy of electricity that ruptured through him, while the kinetic force drove him further into the earth. The whole massive island began to crumble by their battle. The center mountain was mostly ruins.

Grimloq had avoided the struggle by leaving the peak and watching his creations fight from above. Two sides of his duality that struggled for dominance. Their angry cries flooded the rumbling island with their blood. The toxic deluge of crimson steamed with the air as it burned scars down the rocky sides into the water. While most would be upset that one's creations were fighting each other. That the remaining eggs were destroyed and now his two avatars, each represented a half of his duality, threatened to end the other. But the coldblooded king was both intrigued and entertained at the spectacle. He was more interested in how it would end. Which side would triumph over which, perhaps it would be an indicator for how he should rule, which side should be dominant over the other. It was important to him that this fight needed to be concluded without intervention. So he watched without interference.

A stream of burning, concentrated light, pierced Tiamut's chest like a spear. Like her brother, the heat of the attack was not the problem, but rather the full force of it's mass strong enough to pierce through scales that rivaled the toughest of metals and a tough hide beneath. She screamed again in a wrathful cry that stirred the already disturbed ocean. Bahamut rose from the tremendously deep crater, biting down onto the left neck of her sister. His claws grappled onto her as he too was enraged. Another head was torn off, like before the head stirred for a while once severed, and the remaining two heads on the body. The main head and the tail, roared to no end.

Blood and lava flowed down the ruined isle like rivers as the two clashed. The atmospheric heat had triggered a dark storm ahead as the two avatars drove themselves into the ocean itself. Vanishing beneath the waves for just a moment, Bahamut returned and flew into the air, one of his wings had been severed, and his body was even more crushed and shattered then before. Tiamut was in no better shape. Their brief struggle in the water showed that Bahamut had severed her tail, which flung itself along the shore like a writhing serpent, screaming in agony. The butchered sister flew from the waters and caught her brother in the air. Once more she brought him back down to the island's earth, another grapple into the earth. The ruined island gave way to the catastrophic duel, like a biblical calamity what remained of the ruined island shattered in stone and magma, and sunk beneath the raging waters.

Just before she could deliver another blow however, Bahamut had impaled another hole through her chest with his horn, which glew with a scared, burning light much like his breathe that extended the horn's edge like a holy sword. Tiamut released one more destructive cry as she readied another volley of her calamitous breath, but Bahamut's divine wrath exhaled from his maw and struck into her vulnerable underbelly. Gored, his sibling fell to the ocean in agony.

The triumphant avatar roared a victorious battle cry amidst his battered and broken body. Tiamut was not truly dead, but defeated as of now. Her practically lifeless body, along with her severed heads, sank to the ocean floor; scattered.

The battle had ended, and the results had spoken. Creation ruled over destruction, and that was all Grimloq needed to confirm how he should manage his own domain. With his rested power, his next action was to recreate a new island. With shifting earth and intense volcanic activity as he performed before, a new island was born. Significantly larger in diameter then the former island, the landmass had a large volcano like before, but now had more complex valleys and plateaus, with a flat plain to the western shore and a slope-like beach on other regions. Bahamut was sent to retrieve the eggs that had been scattered away, his wounds were healed by Grimloq's power.

As punishment for losing, The defeated and slumbering Tiamut would bear the burden of creating the dragons.
With the primary species already made previously, though not yet born; Grimloq, inspired by Tiamut's many heads, divided them into seperate categories. The first generation of dragons were to hatch from within the gums of each head, each of the four heads assigned to a specific class of dragons.
Grimloq sat along the new volcano's peak, resting from the excitement and further expense of his godly might for the moment. He wondered what his other kin were doing. They shared this world after all, perhaps he should have interacted with them better, so that he could be more prepared to co-exist.

Summary

Grimloq creates a second dragon avatar(2 might) and the two avatar's fight for dominance.
Their fight becomes so destructive that the entire island is destroyed, Bahamut eventually wins.
Grimloq makes a new island in the same area(x1 might)
The defeated Tiamut will now give birth to the first true generations of dragons. The dragons have been dividing into a total of four classes, though 3 miracles were used since the fourth was technically already made by default.
Wyverns, Drakes, Wyrms, Hellkites.
Healing of Bahamut (1 miracle)

-anyone on the coast or in the ocean may experience a few tidal waves and rough seas from both the battle and the creation of a new island.

Level 2
Might initialized
5
Might used (4)
Remaining (1)
Act of creations (3.75/4)

Godspeed!

@Antarctic Termite

The green dot to the right is Grimloq's Island.

My Hider

EDIT: whoops, fixed it

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Ah shit someone beat me into inventing turtles.

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The First Dragons

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Grimloq continued to watch in silence. Most of the gods to him seemed...tolerable. With the exception of one with a habit of corruption, few others deserved his wrath. More importantly their creations not only inspired him, but showed him he had much work to do. He needed to foster his own mortals, and create his elaborate network of biological creations amidst a kingdom of fire amidst the sea.

With some gods already departing, the lizard God returned to his still lifeless island. For these creations were needed on his own kingdom. He left the land once more, and flew back in a lengthy distance to his sacred peak, were magma still boiled in it's intense heat.

The eggs he created remained in the bottom of the molten pit. He raised his hand as the first Egg began to crack at his will. In a matter of seconds the relatively small egg released a scaled beast as large as the wide molten pool it rested in. Four Great wings carried the behemoth into the sky. It's scales like platinum plates, eyes as fierce as it's creator, and a thin horn shaped appropriately as some divine blade rested from his his skull. A great stream of pressured flames cooked from it's maw as it rampaged into the sky. The flames had condensed into a burning white light that, once the beast lowered it's maw, sliced and melted through the island, creating a deep and long scar from the mountain peak down to the shoreline. Molten rock flowed within the scar, creating a river of lava. It's roar echoed for miles as it embraced it's existence with rage and strength.

Bahamut(Avatar), First of the Dragons, and Divine Arbiter of the Coldblooded King

The first dragon, who Grimloq then dubbed him as 'Bahamut', began to calm down after it's initial strike. Born out of a sense of divine law, it was only appropriate this avatar not only be his first sentient creation, but also to witness and later, protect his next creations that would soon follow.

The white dragon slowly became aware of it's own sapience, beyond it's feral instinct. It had already felt it's duty to serve his greater fragment.

Summary

Grimloq get's anxious about not creating anything and returns to his still smouldering land mass, finally forces one of the egg's to hatch and creates an avatar out of the hatchling.

Leftover might in turn 0 prior to post: 2
Might used this post: 1(Avatar)
level 2
acts of creation 1/4

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Geez these posts go by fast. Time to catch up.

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@Lauder

hELL YEAH

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Grimloq hadn't even noticed time had stopped, too focused staring at the heavens above. indulging in his mere existence. Mater Lei had visited his creation, and after a welcomed compliment, he was brought back to the door where his kin were, she had encouraged him to greet himself.

While he appreciated her for his existence and her compliments, Grimloq felt know need to speak. In fact, he was complacent standing tall as the other Gods greeted each other or bickered over what he heard as 'perfection.

The beast had no interest. He was only excited for his own creations, the future they had. Still, they all shared a world together, so Grimloq did pay some attention to observation. Both on his siblings, and their creations.

Inspiration found him. Most on his mind were the trees. He needed that kind of life to support his kingdom, but for now he had to bide his time it seemed. The evolution of life that also began to take effect also interested him, but for now he rested his powers so that he may further spread his influence over the globe once these formalaties were done with. The bored warrior stood proudly with clawed arms cross. Cold, crocodilian eyes moved on from God to God, in their candle-like aura of a glare. Another touch of inspiration fell on him when the surrounding premise was transmuted into a lavish fortress. He didn't even realize that he was responsible for the tsunami, for he was simply devoted his attention to the artificial structure. This gave him ideas for more plans for the future.

Summary

Grimloq is just standing there..menacingly.

Contemplating over what he'll make next based on what's already being created.

Very quiet, but he exists!

Godspeed!

So many posts I gotta catch up.

Godspeed!

@Antarctic Termite

Ah shite my apologies, didn’t see the announcement. I guess I got a bit too hasty with running off to start an empire.

Godspeed!

Someone needs to invent plants n shit So grimloq can steal them and add to his island