Are we waiting for a couple more people to send in their Turns to Theo, or is Theo crafting an update post for the IC?
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Good to know that we have a limitation mark breaks the fun very quickly
I like the limitation, it encourages a focus and keeps things moving forward, hopefully. I completely forgot that we'd be getting less Power though, and probably shouldn't have dumped 30 in to consolidating Destruction. xD I was just really worried that a bunch of people were going to try and stop me.
That's why the God of Nothing is making big biomes, and will continue to for the next few turns. Want to get this show rolling and get the Second Age started.
I just gotta say -- and I'm sure that we're all thinking this, to a greater or less extent -- that this thing has exploded way more quickly (And awesomely) than I thought it would in just four bloody days. I'm really looking forward to seeing how far we can take this, and I hope we can keep this great momentum going!
He placed them in the pine forest that Nudriss created. Or Morvakin, I misremember.
I imagine that the eastern shore of Lake Amelia will be somewhat more dangerous and less habitable version of the region you created, a hybrid between our two areas. Motion to call it the Suffering Shore?
Chill out home skillets, we're all trying to write a story here. I can kill you all later, relax.
A Throne in a Sea of Salt
Centuries passed. Xanaros stirred from his slumber on his great Salt Throne in an expanse of near-nothingness, the clay of the Great Father, waiting to be shaped by his children. After seizing Destruction -- NOTHING -- from those who would take from themselves, Xanaros had been spent. The King had reclined upon the Throne of Salt while its power returned, slowly collecting the ambient energy left over from the forging of the world. It sensed new things in the world. New lands, new powers. New sweating, bleeding, crying things crawling and dying in the riotous ways only they knew. The King's siblings had created lands for them to flourish in the thrive, gently pushed them out in to the new worlds. It felt contempt. Rage boiled within, the fury of its sister Ira perhaps rubbing off on it.
"Then I will create for these beings a realm of their own," it thought, slithering off of its Throne and planting its hideous clawed feet in to the ground. It raised its hands in to the air and gazed around, its disgust and hatred of all life growing within, until it leaked out of the King in the Waste like a noxious cloud. The land began to take form around the King. It took on the ugly nature within the King, a dark reflection of its twisted and hateful nature. The earth cracked, and filled with salt and jagged stone. Sulfur and noxious gases bubbled and burned up from within. There was life also, in the form of twisted, thorny trees, hideously bright plants festering with poisonous barbs, venomous reptiles, and predatory insects and raptors. The land was fearsome hot, a shimmering haze of barely survivable light and fury. The King poisoned lakes and rivers, making them barely drinkable even for the inhabitants of its land. A wasteland fit for the King in the Waste. It would be called...
The Blistering Sea
Centuries passed. Xanaros stirred from his slumber on his great Salt Throne in an expanse of near-nothingness, the clay of the Great Father, waiting to be shaped by his children. After seizing Destruction -- NOTHING -- from those who would take from themselves, Xanaros had been spent. The King had reclined upon the Throne of Salt while its power returned, slowly collecting the ambient energy left over from the forging of the world. It sensed new things in the world. New lands, new powers. New sweating, bleeding, crying things crawling and dying in the riotous ways only they knew. The King's siblings had created lands for them to flourish in the thrive, gently pushed them out in to the new worlds. It felt contempt. Rage boiled within, the fury of its sister Ira perhaps rubbing off on it.
"Then I will create for these beings a realm of their own," it thought, slithering off of its Throne and planting its hideous clawed feet in to the ground. It raised its hands in to the air and gazed around, its disgust and hatred of all life growing within, until it leaked out of the King in the Waste like a noxious cloud. The land began to take form around the King. It took on the ugly nature within the King, a dark reflection of its twisted and hateful nature. The earth cracked, and filled with salt and jagged stone. Sulfur and noxious gases bubbled and burned up from within. There was life also, in the form of twisted, thorny trees, hideously bright plants festering with poisonous barbs, venomous reptiles, and predatory insects and raptors. The land was fearsome hot, a shimmering haze of barely survivable light and fury. The King poisoned lakes and rivers, making them barely drinkable even for the inhabitants of its land. A wasteland fit for the King in the Waste. It would be called...
The Blistering Sea
A potential ally, or a potential rival, in the struggle for NOTHING. Only time will tell I suppose.
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