GubGarWhenever I make my plane, I am probably to bring some of my griffins in with me, and I am probably going to create another creature to store in it. I image that Regulus' plane will be a castle with roots growing into the walls.
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Well, on a more serious note. A lot of us are going to be able to hit level 4 in this next age. And according to the first post, that is when we get to create our own planes. So, two questions: Do have to spend might in order to create our plane, or do we just get it for free? And can we populate our planes with whatever creatures we want, or is there some restrictions?
Or it will be Regulus' spear.
Right now I am pausing to consider just how exactly Regulus is going react to this plan. Though it mostly certainly isn't going to be good.
Right now I am pausing to consider just how exactly Regulus is going react to this plan. Though it mostly certainly isn't going to be good.
I didn't think about this when I did it, but it works so prefectly. The spooky mountain of the evil god is now covered in dense fog.
You know, having a progenitor race might not be a bad idea. But I think you pitched in one of the worst fashions possible.
I also think that there are no female centaurs.
I am pretty sure the human population consists of 4 males.
It is quite a ways off before I can get a new domain in order to even get the Storm portfolio, but right now I am pretty eager to start smiting people with lightning.
The great turtle approached a new continent that Regulus was unfamiliar with. The sense of corruption was strong here, and so he extended his divine perception out the nearby mountain range where the corruption was at its strongest.
He spent multiple days looking out and surveying the mountain, and forming a plan. He saw the helpless fae being taken by the forces of corruption and then corrupted themselves. It was a horrid thing. He clutched his spear tightly, power surging into it, and nearby griffins began to fly towards him and circle in the sky above him. He granted it is name, Anhur.
Though, he was given pause. His griffins landing on the back of the island turtle. He could not simply rush it with his spear, as he did not have the strength to fight Larwen directly, and he could not send beasts to aid them in fear that they would be corrupted.
He sat at the edge of the island turtles back, and peer into the alien ocean. Though, as he took a closer look, he saw souls hidden in the water. Though, the souls were not of any fish, they were within the water itself. An idea formed in his head.
From Anhur, a branch sprouted and began to twirl into a cone, and then form into a war horn. He took threads of his hair and tend it around both ends of the horn, and it formed into golden bands. He gave its name, Stormcaller.
He sounded Stormcaller, and as he did, the ocean in front of him began to boil releasing steam into the air that ascended briefly into the sky before disappearing. A magic fog then appeared over the Unsullied territories of Anathema Heights, magical in nature. It seemed to have no effect on the mobility or vision of the fae it was meant to protect while helping to conceal their presence from the creatures of chaos.
He spent multiple days looking out and surveying the mountain, and forming a plan. He saw the helpless fae being taken by the forces of corruption and then corrupted themselves. It was a horrid thing. He clutched his spear tightly, power surging into it, and nearby griffins began to fly towards him and circle in the sky above him. He granted it is name, Anhur.
Though, he was given pause. His griffins landing on the back of the island turtle. He could not simply rush it with his spear, as he did not have the strength to fight Larwen directly, and he could not send beasts to aid them in fear that they would be corrupted.
He sat at the edge of the island turtles back, and peer into the alien ocean. Though, as he took a closer look, he saw souls hidden in the water. Though, the souls were not of any fish, they were within the water itself. An idea formed in his head.
From Anhur, a branch sprouted and began to twirl into a cone, and then form into a war horn. He took threads of his hair and tend it around both ends of the horn, and it formed into golden bands. He gave its name, Stormcaller.
He sounded Stormcaller, and as he did, the ocean in front of him began to boil releasing steam into the air that ascended briefly into the sky before disappearing. A magic fog then appeared over the Unsullied territories of Anathema Heights, magical in nature. It seemed to have no effect on the mobility or vision of the fae it was meant to protect while helping to conceal their presence from the creatures of chaos.
I can understand you being busy. I will just go ahead and do what I plan on doing. I think I can work around it in a sensible way.
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