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Name: <Lithic>
Description: <An ever shifting mass of Chrystal’s hovering above ground. Their crystals resonate as they speak clacking together when irritated, they speak in Scottish accent unknown to other beings. With the voices ranging from masculine feminine and in between >
Domains: <geomancy and energy manipulation>
Hex Color: Blue green to sea green although the god has shifting colored crystals and gemstones
God Attributed: < Major(strength) minor (fortitude, terraforming)
Boon: hero unit Praxuh
Lithic begins the game accompanied by Praxus, a Demigod Unit possessed of the Domain of Geomancy, with starting Attributes of 1/1/1/1/1 and a Vitality of 13.
She is lithic’s daughter budding from lithic’s crystalline mass
Bane:
Minions: <lithoforms (petrosapien)
Humanoid walking talking crystals with male and female variations.>
Minion Attribute: <Defense>
Minion ability: <Chrystaline physiology able to morph their arms into weapons and use their dense silicate bodies to defend from attacks they can regenerate damage >edited
Starting hex [If allowed by QM(17,9)] crystalline planes.

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>Name: tsss
>Domains: Stabbings
A great fractal mass of spikes and sharp edges, tsss has but one love in life, stabbing things, and wants all the world to know the joy of stabbing
>God Attributes
Major: Terraforming, Minor: Spirit and Fortitude

> Ability - Happy Fun Ball of Death
When performing a move action, tsss must roll a 1d6. Depending on the result, tsss must move a distance equivalent to its speed in the rolled direction, or until it makes contact with another Unit or obstacle. tsss makes an automatic Attack roll every time it concludes a move action, against which every Unit it shares a hex with must make a Fortitude/Defense roll or suffer damage.

>Minions: Kikka
A deranged clan of spine covered lizard folk sharpened by tsss. Only the males are spine covered, while females sadly are not. Given their tendency to fire these spines wildly on death, this dimorphism is perhaps the only reason the species survives. Once a timid species who survived by being more trouble to kill than ignore, a chance encounter with tsss changed the arc of their species forever.
>Minion Attribute
Attack
> Minion Ability - Spine Shower
The Kikka have an unfortunate tendency to launch their spines in all directions at high speeds on death, usually killing other Kikka in the process, who then launch their spines violently in all directions.

>Color
#AAAAAA
>Starting Hex
Anywhere in the Black Desert is good

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>Name:
The Whisper
>Description:
The Whisper has no physical presence of its own. It is a living, though entirely non-sentient, mycelium spirit that is spread between the souls of its people. Throughout history, its presence anchors itself to a single mortal being—The Vessel, or The Speaker. This chosen individual wields incredible power, capable of bending life, death, a gift of the spiritual essence of The Whisper itself, but ultimately is just as mortal as their brethren.

>Domains:
Spores, Metamorphosis
>Color
Sea foam green
>God Attributes:
Major: Terraforming. Minor: Agility, Spirit

>The Vessel:
The Whisper lives within every single Listener. When the current Vessel/God Unit dies, a newly birthed Listener is selected as the new Host. Vessels can live for a maximum of 3 epochs, but can die at any time. On death, the Vessel will rebirth at a Settlement of choice that houses Listeners, at the cost of 1 pop. The Whisper dies for good when it has 0 pop remaining. The Vessel has a Vitality cap of 13, and Strength and Fortitude are capped at 2.

>Minions:
The Listeners. A porous, soft, myconid people who hide their fragility beneath robes and ornate armor. They would likely crumble and rot under their own weight if not for the god-like precense of The Whisper that resides within each one of them, sustaining and rejuvenating their frail bodies.

>Minion Attribute:
Population
>Sporeology:
The Listener's fungal bodies are composed of the spores of The Whisper, immune to the effects of other spores and most toxins, and always capable of hearing their Speaker. Knowledge tech may traded to the Listeners from any range, so long as it’s shared directly with The Speaker.
>Starting Hex
Sporests. As close to (14,13) as you’ll let me

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>>6274311
Name: Drakatron, The Conqueror, Covetous Hoarder of Gold and Secrets Alike
Description: A massive machine in a vaguely draconic shape, yet capable of somehow compressing itself into a more compacted humanoid shape for interacting with lesser beings.

Domains: Greed, Knowledge
Color: Bright blueish purple, not unlike that which shine from the optics of Drakatron's true form
Attributes:
Major: Terraforming,
Minor: Strength, Fortitude
Boon: Transformation - Can transform from his humanoid form to his larger draconic form, but this puts a strain on his internal energy reserves. Strength and Attack Damage are increased by 2, but he can only sustain this form for a maximum of 3 turns, followed by a (2+ full turns spent transformed) turn cooldown.
Bane: Lower Attribute Cap - Although intelligent enough to plan around his own shorter-sighted impulses, Drakatron's distinctly materialistic and self-centered view of the world make softer, more esoteric subjects chronically obtuse and frustrating. -3 to Spirit and Affinity caps.

Minions: Sharpclaw Sauria
A group of Sauria (fairly common reptile mortals native to the planet), which had been living as mere hunter-gatherers before Drakatron imposed his will upon them.
Minion Attribute: Health
Minion Ability: MINE MINE MINE! In accordance with the teachings of their new overlord, the sharpclaw have become quite good at looting both structure and fallen foe alike. They gain +1 to their Offense skill check when rolling to steal technology.

Starting Hex: 31,25
First turn coming shortly.

Name: Mutare
>Domains: knowledge and Unity
Description: The shining light of knowledge and unity, the one who binds and inspires, the glint of genius in the eye of the inspired, the flickering flames of madness in those who drink too deeply from knowledge's well, the light moth.

>God Attributes
Major: Spirit, Minor: Affinity, and Agility


>Minions: The Brood of Mutares
adorable bug horse creatures
>Minion Attribute
Health
><Minion Ability Name>
Unified mind
<Ability Description>
The species forms a partial hive mind through their shared deity. Although each is a person in their own right, it's akin to an alcove in a vast lake, providing reassurance that their deity and kin are always nearby. This makes them especially good at research and discovery as it's a unified effort.

>Color
Azure blue
>Starting Hex
(20,9), <forrest>

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>>6274311
>Name: Rojodaz

>Description:
A gargantuan, reptilian predator with a butcher’s assortment of teeth and claws. Sinuous and lean, covered in sturdy, blood-red scales, with razor sharp plates of bone running down his spine and terminating in a thick, spiny tail. A hunter of the mighty, Rojodaz was once discarded by his pack, left crippled and alone in the merciless wilderness. Desperately struggling to survive, his strength slowly waning, Rojodaz came across a Wellspring and, seized with delirious thirst, drank from it. He found himself changed, his body imbued not with mere might, but with a potential for growth that surpassed even the Primals. Revitalized physically, but not mentally, the now deadly predator swore that he would never be weak again, never stop advancing onward, never rely on another until he had reached the peak of his power, whatever that may be.

>Domains:
Adaptation, Predation

>Color:
Rusted Red

>God Attributes:
Strength Major, Agility & Fortitude Minor

>Through Death, Strength:
When Rojodaz lands the killing blow on a Primal, he completely consumes its corpse, gaining access to its unique ability and permanently ending its Mana production. Only one ability may be active at a time, however the God may swap active abilities once per epoch as an MI that will take affect at the beginning of their next epoch. To Rojodaz, this predator/prey relationship is the only one he will tolerate, and he could not conceive of taming a Primal, leaving its corpse un-devoured, or utilizing the energies emanating from it.

>Minions:
The Onzabra. These cute, hairy, diminutive critters were once jumpy foragers, content to creep though the undergrowth, trembling in fear at every roar or heavy footfall, desperately hoping it would pass them by. Their lives were changed, however, when Rojodaz passed through their forest, saving (?) them by slaying the fierce, tyrannical predator that had terrorized their home for as long as they could remember. Enraptured by this mighty beast’s strength, and seized with a sudden, incomprehensible vigour, the Onzabra began to change, their cowardice replaced with fierceness that did not befit their size, their survival instincts replaced with boldness that bordered on suicidal, as they roamed to and fro, hunting every mightier creature they came across and following their new God wherever he went, whether he wanted them to or not.

>Minion Attribute:
Offense

>Feeding Frenzy:
The Onzabra hunt with a wild abandon that would seem right at home with a herd of lemmings, throwing themselves at their prey in great swarms like fuzzy, spear-wielding piranhas. For every 10 of their Pop killed, a Unit of Onzabra receive a +1 to their Offense.

>Starting Hex: (25, 15), or thereabouts

>>6274311
>Name: Catarina
>Domains: Ice, Fear
A queen with an affinity for elemental magic that sacrificed her heart in order to never age. While an efficient ruler, her innability to connect with her subjects and tendency to dabble with the occult made neighbouring kingdoms fear her as time went on.

>God Attributes: Major: Spirit, Minor: Terraforming and Fortitude

>Snowstorm: Using the apex of her magical talents, the Queen can summon forth a storm of magical ice.
>Boon: Ranged Attack (-15)
>Bane: Ability Cooldown (+2), Delayed Cast Time (+3)

>Minions: Snow Wolfmen
Sapient wolfmen adapted to cold enviroments, the main inhabitants of the realm after the majority of humans left.

>Minion Attribute: Defense

>Adrenaline boost:
Under threat, a wolfman will have his senses and strength improved for a short period of time.

>Color: Ultramarine blue

>Starting Hex: (17, 7), Piney Forest

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>>6274334
Forgot pic rel

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Name: Lys the Heartglow
Description: Lys resides at the peak of a mountain, a blinding pillar of light that stretches into the sky, day or night. The ruins of some once-grand architecture enclose her, as if to cage the goddess within their shattered remains. Those who climb to the peak may glimpse a form within the light, of wings and outstretched arms, welcoming you home.
Domains: Safety, Rebirth, Light
Color: Orange [ff8800]
God Attributes: AFFINITY, Fortitude, Spirit
God Ability: Endless Dawn ~ Lys’ God Unit cannot perform move actions. Lys can, when one of her Units dies within a claimed hex of hers, revive them as a Minor Interact at the cost of her own Vitality. To revive mortal Units Lys must expend 1 Vitality for every 30 population in the Unit, to a minimum of 1. To revive divine Units Lys must expend Vitality equivalent to the Unit’s full Vitality score, and the revived Unit returns at 1 Vitality. All revived Units come back to life on the same hex as Lys’ God Unit, or the closest adjacent hex if not applicable.
Your Minions: The Liten
A cloaked race of airy beings, attuned and nourished by flame and kindness. They guard the ancient ruins they call home, ensuring that the sanctity of these places remains undisturbed. Liten are on the smaller side, and light to boot; bounding along the landscape with practiced ease. However, they are deceptively durable, and it is not uncommon to see Liten tumbling down small cliffs or bouncing off walls without a scratch.
Minion Attribute: Defense
Minion Ability: Unencumbered - Liten are light, bouncy and carefree. Murky swamps, tangled thickets, blistering heat or biting cold, little can stop them from tumbling along, chiming away with bell-like laughs. [Ignores/Mitigates many, but not all, terrain penalties, QM discretion.]
Starting Hex: 19,8, on the mountain's peak.

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>>6274311
>Name: MORTROSE
The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth, "The Mudwyrm", "The Soul-Stealing Serpent"

Description: Emerging from a yawning mountain cave, from deep below the surface, rose the nameless Lindwyrm. Damp and unaccustomed to the scorching surface she blindly crawled for the fetid jungles and swamps below for respite. The sun's scorching rays dried her slimey surface as they hardened into scales and cracked. Her wingless trailing body smashed into tree and rock formation as she made her way from her long held home. Her formlimbs shattered and broke off at the joints as they shoved boulders and old growth aside. By the time she reached the soothing waters, her old shell had utterly shattered, and molted away, leaving a small form to finally spill forth and dive into the loamy soil. Mud would once again gush forth from her new body, harden, and reform the outer layers.
An embodiment of rebirth, the lindwyrm is in a constant state of sloughing off her old scales and emerging freshly-made much like her entrance into this world.

>Domains:
[Mud], [Souls]
>God Attributes:
Major: Terraforming - Minor: Fortitude and Strength

Ability:
>[Encased in Clay and Added to the Hoard]
Still hashing out how this new system works with the OPs.

>Color
#Rusty brown?
>Starting Hex
(30,26; 30,27; or so), Somewhere where the swamps or jungles border a mountain

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>>6274340
>Minions: Vessels of her Will
"Statues", "Hollow Vessels", "Pot heads"
In contrast to the deep underdark where souls are trapped and locked away, on the surface souls almost seemed to flit through the aether like a breeze, unbound. Gazing up at these free-spirited souls enraged the Mudwyrm. Something that should be so easily collected and solidified instead evaded her claws and refused to heed her will. With a roar and a gout of scarlet mud, the still lingering souls were swatted out of the sky and fell to the ground. Molding their bodies as their minds reeled, the Mudwyrm would not permit this twisted surface world to exist in such a state to defy her. She would bring these rogue souls to heel, bind them, and add them to her ever growing hoard.

A hellish sentence even worse than death, the Hollow Vessels are slaves in bodies not of their own. They are the Mudwyrm's most prized possession, a hoard and measure of her personal wealth, not treated as people but as a commodity, a resource, a symbol of status and acclaim. They are souls of mortal, animal, primal, and otherwise, stripped from their native bodies or plucked from the aether and siphoned in clay vessels dried from divine mud. Unable to leave until their cages are fully shattered, they toil away at whatever their lady demands. Set to make her ideal world on the surface.

Often the Mudwyrm will decorate them or flourish them with an appropriate form molded by her hands, her pride not allowing her hoard to be seen as unkempt or unseemly.

>Minion Attribute
Defense
>[Clay Exteriors and Hollow Insides]
Still hashing out how this system works with the OPs.

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>>6274311
Name: Makrópnoos

Description: A twelve feet tall giant resembling a toned heavily muscular human man adorned in a gray toga, with eyes glowing so softly that the effect is only visible in the dark. His actual features change whenever the observer blinks, looking like a different man each time. Although he always seems to have much facial hair

Domains: Foresight and Craftiness

Hex Color: Bronze

God Attributes: Fortitude Major, Strength Minor, Spirit Minor

Boon: Foresight(Makrópnoos derives information from the future and manipulates events to his advantage)

Bane: Sacrificial Cost,Delayed Cast

Minions: Humans
Ambitious mostly hairless simians known for their high endurance, intelligence and social complexity. Makrópnoos found the humans as a disgraced people abandoned by whatever creator made them...or perhaps they never had one to begin with. He found them lethargic and struggling with fear especially in this world populated by giant monsters and so gifted them with the Inner Fire, the capability to express the power of the gods and eventually perhaps match or surpass them. Through that seed of divine power, they grew ambitious, yet this power still needs to be nurtured carefully.

Minion Attribute: Defense

Minion ability: Inner Fire

This species perception and willpower has a reality warping effect, each and every human possesses a small amount of divine power that can be awakened and exercised should the conditions and their beliefs for it be right. If they invent a law of nature and it somehow works? Then it does and they can improve upon it

Starting hex (23,18) Grassland

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Name: The Door
The Door is just that, a door. Always has it been closed, for nobody ever managed to open it. While it has a primary vessel for it's powers this is just what it is a vessel. The Door godly presence can jump to anything around it that is considered a door. trapdoor, gates, fences, you name it. The Door whims are the only thing deciding when it'll jump to another vessel, this vessel becoming infused with it's divine powers, locking itself shut, until the Door jump again.

Domains: Space, Seals

Color: I do not care

God attributes: Major: Agility. Minor: Fortitude/Spirit

God ability: The Door cannot move from the hex it spawns on. It can, however, serve as a Portal, and once per Epoch, as a Unit Action, it can construct a Portal, a unique Structure, within its theoretical Speed, with each new Portal extending its range. Once per Epoch, each of The Door’s Units can make a Unit Interact on its God Unit, allowing them to travel to any existing Portals. Units can also make a Unit Interact on any Portal once per Epoch, allowing them to travel back to The Door’s God Unit.
boons/banes: Portals/Stationary

Minions: Sestans
Sestans have a love for baggy cloths, from which their spindly limbs can be seen poking out. They tend to hide their face, only revealing them to people they are intimate with. As such big hats, masks, and any head covering are much appreciated among them, especially if they can match them to their glowing eyes. They believe the one who manage to open the Door and pass through it will see their wishes granted.

Minion attribute: Culture

Minion ability: Precise Craftsmen
Lockpicking and Locksmithing. The Sestans take those arts highly in their quest for opening the Door. This has naturally resulted in their great precision and dexterity.
Small and complex mechanisms have no secrets for them. While their focus is on locks, They do not shy from other intricate constructions.

Starting hex: (24.25)

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>>6274311
First time player. Let me know if I need to change something.
>Name: Ervenbloud
>Description: A heart made of volcanic rock that produces tides of magma with every beat.
>Domains: Molten Rock
>Color: Orange or dark grey
>God Attributes: Major Terraforming minor agility and strength
>God Ability: He Dwells Beneath
Ervenbloud beats beneath the earth making it difficult to attack him. However, he lacks most natural defenses making any strike that does reach him extra damaging.
>Your Minions: The Magma Spawn are elemental creatures born from the magma Ervenbloud produces.
>Minion Attribute: Offense
>Minion Ability: Due to their bodies being made of molten rock they are talented at destroying structures as buildings burn or melt at their touch.
>Starting Hex: 10,20

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>>6274311
Name: Laqura

Description: Laqura is fluid in both composition and form, a mass of free-flowing liquid that churns around a divine spark that shines and shimmers like the sun from beneath the sea. When limbs are formed to move, they steam and release a mist that rises as a haze around Laqura's translucent, rippling form. When a head is formed to look, a nimbus of cloud forms around Laqura's brow which drips and drizzles and roars as the god's emotions shift.

Domain: Water

Color: Any water colour will do, from the darkest depths of the sea to the paleness of a mountain stream.

Attributes:
Major: Terraforming
Minor: Spirit, Affinity

Boon: 'Coastal Adaptation' - Can claim and build in water hexes that shared a border with a land hex.

Boon/Bane: 'Precipitation' - Every time that Laqura ends its epoch on a water, swamp, beach, or jungle hex, or their equivalent subterrains, it gains 1 Precipitation counter, up to a maximum of 10. Every time that Laqura ends its epoch on terrain that is not on the aforementioned list, remove 2 counters. At 0 counters, Laqura suffers a -3 to its _, at 1-2 a -2, at 3-4 a -1, at 5 it does not receive a bonus or malus, at 6-7 it receives a +1, at 8-9 a +2, and at 10 a +3.

Minions: Granchpolpo
Algamations of Crab and Octopus, this once-primative group have found new purpose in the service of the god who's waters surround them.

Minion Attribute: Health

Minion Ability: Aquatic - the Granchpolpo are fully at home in and beneath the water.

Starting Hex: (40,29) Nice wet swampy start

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>Name: The Unwanted, Nugar
>Domains: Degrade, Falsehood, Symbiote
Loneliness fills the air as Nugar senses gradually come to life, nothing but the strange land surrounds him. His barren face only emits sadness and strong desire of longing for something he feels like it's unattainable. As he stands, the ceaseless flow of his tendril like body moves chaotically, urging Nugar to continue. Obliging to its desire, Nugar now ponders if it's his own desire or something else, deep in thought in figuring out what he is and needs. His thoughts only tease him with the sensation of coming close to an answer to only be given nothing in the end. A long, never ending road with something in the distance comes to mind, vision and thought blurring together, Nugar begins to tred forward.
>God Attributes
Major: Spirit, Minor: Affinity and Agility
>[Knock Knock] Within your mind you see a manifestation of a random figure with wear and tear, humbly asking to pity them with a request of permission to enter the safety of what you own. Will you let the stranger in?
>: -10 Airborne Plague, -13 Concealable Position
>: +10 Cannot Build on Land, +3 Requires Skill Check

>Minions: The Refuges
What used to be a puddles of Nugar's regrets, fears, and sorrow from the path he once walked within his land now comes to life as the concentration of his unwanted feelings become sentient. They do not want to live in a place where the sun does not shine or hope lives. The Refuges all have similar dark, inky humanoid body yet they many differ from one another with different number of limbs and eyes.
>Minion Attribute
Plague
>Assimilation
The Refuges become part of whatever civilization they come across and blend in as one of them, morphing into the ones who live on the land they call home.

>Color
#333333
>Starting Hex
(9, 27), <Bramble Forest>

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>>6274410
Minion Art

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>>6274311
>Name: Ejtpo’Jsjt
>Domains: Vibrancy
Lo, forsook be yore gone by, bygone it be. Fathom it, reckonous, ‘ere it begone evermore: mists aplenty, lumens gracious, pressures cozy with downpulls gentle: an era grandolent!- vim in its welcome, redolent of vapour, thrumsome of brass. Pipes sounded then, eyes blinked longsome, our symphony of jubilance, of caprice!- spun us ‘round, rounder evermore, and we neverending pondered it may never end.

Lo, such yore was, ‘ere it be no more. Listen, raucous, to a refrain what was of. Our clouds sputtered, our yearnous haze shunted, up so fierce it shook. Pipes jammed tarsome, eyes clumped, cataracted!- unto us, a song sung no more. Silence, then. Yore, bygone it be, yet release yet be nigh. One conductor spun along, of names, of crafts, so it suchwise uttered a plan: Escape. To a place new, other, not known, for a world-plinth left behind, never to be. So it went, what little was left. Now, to separate anew from nausea, find sense where it be wherever in dim struggle. More, where best be to start a symphony anew.

>God Attributes: Affinity (Major), Spirit (Minor), Agility (Minor)

>Color: Dealer's choice, but preferably bright green, red, blue, or purple.
>Thunderous Racket: At the beginning of every epoch, Ejtpo’Jsjt must make an Affinity roll, as its discordant tune rings out. For every 2 successes on the roll, any non-God Unit that enters a range equivalent to Ejtpo’Jsjt’s Affinity rounding up that does not belong to Ejtpo’Jsjt suffers a -10 to their Culture, or in the case of Hero Units a -1 to their Affinity, until the end of the epoch.
>Boons:
>Passive Area Effect: -20(-10). It is an orchestra unto Itself, never silent, never ceasing.
>Banes:
>Requires Skill Check- Affinity +3(-7). Any instrument takes finesse, the pipes, most of all!
>Halved Attribute Cap, Strength +7(0). Lack of muscles, bags of gas beings of Might they be not.

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>>6274422
>Minions: Zischenspawn
Lo, our conductor sought so high, so low, so seeking, so verily!- a throng conductive did it seek: blowers, drummers, sizzlers, instrumentals all, alas, for naught. None did it find. So sought it with itself, for, by, forebearing it was suchly. Pieces broken from weary pipes, tears congealed from wistful eye. Thus were they molded, thus shaped were they! Lesser, manyfold so, but no less apart of what was. In image of our one! No less instruments yet unplayed, yet eager in the joining!
>Minion Attribute: Culture.
What tattered remnant sights and sounds their meager talents can grasp and noisy zeal can carry.
>Minion Ability: Sympho-Kinesis.
Being (SEVERELY) degenerated bud/clone offshoots of Ejtpo’Jsjt, they wield a tiny portion of its music. This lets them circumvent their lack of functioning limbs and, to a degree, the need for simple tools.
>Starting Hex: (3,7)
A place apiece, apportioned, of great still eyeless things grasping up up up, creaking down down down. Find to look whatfor are they? Or to be found whyfor were they? A place strange, of twistings and contradictions.

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>>6274311
n them.

>Color
#CC8899
>Starting Hex
(39, 26), Jungle
fault in our stars. Rings and rings of satellites that spectated the world from above and saw how wrong everything was to how things are supposed to be. A terrible beauty that descended from the heavens to bring about a new world.
>God Attributes:
Major: Spirit, Minor: Terraforming and Agility
>Heaven's Opinion (https://youtu.be/NbhSNlgYKHA)
St. Aster cannot Attack, or make use of any Unit Interacts related to Attacking. She can, however, perform a unique Spellcast, calling the hatred of Heaven down upon her foes in the form of descending projectiles that can strike anywhere within a range equivalent to half her Speed, rounding down. This Spellcast only costs 1 DI, and deals baseline damage equivalent to double her Spirit. The price for this might is steep, however, and her body is fragile in exchange, its Armor value halved at all times.

>Minions: Narcissists
They look like humans. They often have some sort of special feature. Something more, like horns, eyes, mouths, Something less, like faces, shadows, reflections. Only apparent when viewed in a group. They are natural liars, and make leaps of logic that makes no sense to anyone but them. There are hints sometimes, of aberration, that you may find some among them that bears an eerie resemblance to the followers of other gods on this land. Blink once or twice, and you'll be reminded that these are genuine humans, no matter what your senses tells you.
>Minion Attribute
Culture
>People Die When They Are Killed
It is said that these Followers of St. Aster are blessed with a vitality of life. You may hurt them, harm them, even kill them. They will simply arise again when none pays any attention to them. It isn't an exact science, but you must make your mind as steady as possible, for even a moment of disregard may mean a Follower only pretending to be dead and ready to assault you when you turn your back on them.

>Color
#CC8899
>Starting Hex
(39, 26), Jungle

>>6274470
Kinda fucked, but missing parts,
>Name: St. Aster
>Domains: Violation
A deity born from a fault in -

>>6274311
What Hex site do you use OP?

>>6274311
>Name: Laurelios, the Divine Right
Description: a beautiful gilded crown, the size fitting the head of the last wearer. Atop the crown is a beautiful amber gem, containing it’s first wearer- an ant queen.
Within the crown are many, many miniscule runes- one for every wearer.

>Domains: Royalty
>Color: Purple, the color of ROYALTY
God Attributes:
>Major: Affinity
>Minors: Terraforming, Spirit
>Your Minions: Shades, the past wearers of Laurelios.
They are all a far, far cry from what they used to be, each previously bright rulers empowered by the divinity of the crown they wore in life.

Now, they are naught but spirits bound to the runes within the crown, summoned forth as mana springs into the world to keep Lauelios safe until a worthy ruler comes to claim it.

Each Shade appears as an absurdly bejeweled skeleton, bearing the finery they were buried with.

Minion Attribute: Culture
Minion Ability: The shades do not rest easily, and will return again and again so long as Laurelios is not destroyed. They obey whoever bears the crown, as though it were Laurelios itself

>>6274661
>Starting Hex: 21, 16

>>6274632
We didn't use a particular hex site. A collaborator, BoC's original creator, put together a program to run the backend of the game on, map building included.

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Name: -Arkatassus
Description: A pair of gods. One, a mighty divine Hydra native to this world, its fiercest protector. The other a mysterious alien saucer, an invader from another world.
Domains: Assimilation, Adaptation, The Third Sun
Color: Red, or whatever works.
God Attributes: Major spirit, Minor Strength, Minor Terraforming
God Ability, Entwined Sparks: -Arkatassus can, provided it has sufficient DI, perform two Unit Interacts per epoch. -Arkatassus has two modes, which it can switch between as one of its Unit Interacts at the cost of 0 DI, with the switch taking effect at the beginning of the next epoch. In mode, -Arkatassus’ speed is capped at 1, and receives a +1 to the FV of all Spirit based rolls, as well as a -1 to the FV of all Strength based rolls. In Arkatassus mode, -Arkatassus’ Affinity is capped at 1, and it receives a +1 to the FV of all Strength based rolls, as well as a -1 to the FV of all Spirit based rolls.
Your Minions: Palladion Sauria.
Reptilian mortals native to the planet, followers of Arktassus before his deadly conflict with the alien invader. With the resurrection of the Hydra and his apparent command over the third Sun, they returned from despair to worship the Hydra once more.
Minion Attribute: Culture
Minion Ability: Teachings of the Sun
Palladion Sauria have a chance to steal techs from a civilisation after successfully converting units belonging to them.
Starting Hex: 18, 23

>>6274311
>>6274347
I'd like to start on 22,16 instead if possible

>>6274793
Name fixed

>>6274793
Adjust adaptation to evolution.

>>6274311
Still accepting players?

>>6275466
Yup, capacity this time is 30 since the program makes the backend stuff easier, so still plenty of room.

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>>6274311
>Name: Hozumi, Hidden Innkeeper
>Domains: Illusion (Major), Travel (Minor)
Goddess of the Tanuki and patron deity of travelers, Hozumi is a mysterious tanuki deity who resides in an ancient inn nestled within a bamboo forest. Lost travelers occasionally stumble upon her enchanted inn, where they find rest and comfort attended by a seemingly infinite number of tanuki servants. After their stay, they resume their journeys, recalling only the warmth of the ancient inn and a vague sense of having paid "something" for their lodging.


>God Attributes
Major: Spirit, Minor: Agility

>Nirvana, Grand Illusion
Hozumi envelops the world in a mesmerizing veil of trickery, blurring the line between reality and dream. When invoked, Hozumi conjures an ethereal mist that swirls through forests and pathways, manipulating perception, space and distance of anything trapped inside. (dunno about specific mechanic, ill leave it to qm)

>Minions: Tanuki
Small, cunning, and cowardly, tanuki are shapeshifting tricksters of the bamboo forest, known for their playful deceit and love of sake. With round bodies, bushy tails, and mischievous eyes, they weave illusions to evade danger or prank mortals

>Minion Attribute
Defense

>Minion Ability
Reincarnation - The tanuki, a small, weak, and cowardly trickster race, rarely live to old age. However, a particularly clever, wise, or cautious tanuki may lead a long and prosperous life, attaining enlightenment. Those who do are called back to Hozumi’s inn upon death and given a role as her attendant. After serving for several lifetimes, they reincarnate with their memories, wisdom, tricks, and strategies intact.

>Color
Light brown

>Starting Hex
Anywhere near a forest


first time, let me know if i need to fix anything OP

>>6275499
I believe you get two minor attributes, not one.

>>6275499
>God Attributes
Major: Spirit, Minor: Agility, Fortitude

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>>6274311

Name: Harbour
>Description: A harsh Presence, as encountered by the brave, yet desperate souls that wandered beyond the mountain pass for safety, which found themselves in the god's presence, awakening it by the shared suffering, after fleeing from far and wide to the north. Yet, perhaps it had followed them earlier than that, as their journey and shared suffering forged the bonds that hold them together.
Domains: Bonds

Color: Mauve #E0B0FF
>God Attributes: Major Affinity, Minor Fortitude, Terraforming
God Ability: Bound by thy Harness (Locking down and disabling threats)

Your Minions: Gladebound
>Minion Attribute: Defense
Minion Ability: Bond Harnessing (Semi-Permanent pacification of threats by entombment/enshrinement)

>Starting Hex: 26,5, The Bondglade

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>>6275759

Gladebound
>The brave yet foolish souls who fled north, escaping horrors or more mundane threats.
Wearing Ropes, Chains, Seals and Bandages, or objects of similar nature, they proclaim their allegiance to their bonds, each other, and the entity that Harbours them. The name stems not only from the glade in the mountains, where they live, but to signifies their journey to it.

>>6274314
tssss would like to specify (7,25) as his starting location.

>>6274311
Name: The Highlander
Description: 1986 Christopher Lambert from the film Highlander.
Once an immortal warrior who had defeated all other immortal warriors and gained their power, the Highlander lives on in this new World, where he has molded a race of ogres that worship and imitate him as much as they are able. He with his faithful minions wander the new world looking for new experiences.
Domains: Strength and Absorption
Color: Plaid of red and green
God Attributes: Strength-major, fortitude and spirit- minor
God Ability:
Absorbing Strike-
The Highlander adds an additional 1dX to his attack roll and if successful absorbs part of its target's essence.
Your Minions: Ogres with 1600s highland tribal culture
Minion Attribute: Offense
Minion Ability: Eating their foes gains the ogre the strength of their foes.
Starting Hex: 4,8

>>6275807
The rest of the sheet is fine, but on the map gods are represented by one solid colour, rather then patterns or mixtures, so you'd need to pick either red or green, or some other colour if one of those alone doesn't fit. Would also appreciate if you were a bit more specific, like grass green or forest green for example.

>>6275841

Forest Green feels right

>>6275847
Perfect, thank you kindly. Are you on the discord already? Mind pinging me if you are so I know who to invite into your god channel?

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>>6274311
Name: Varkhuz
Domains: Slaughter, Hierarchy

A flag ripples with the wind as thousands of rotting corpses reek their putrid fumes into the air, gold exchanges hands as boy no older then five solar rotations is castrated like an animal, blood gushes from the throat of a man as a gilded beast wrings chains around his neck. This is the domain of Varkhuz the most primal of deities, that of wretched violence the kind used to enforce one's will over another.

A horrifically deformed bloated man. He bares no skin and instead has open flesh, bone, and sinew exposed to the elements. His gaping maw is filled with razor sharp teeth. His head bears two sharp deer like horns.

Varkhuz is covered lightly in a warriors garb with metal armor covering much of his body.

God Attributes: Major: Strength, Minor: Terraforming and Fortitude

Minions: Bloody Minotaurs
A roaming band of Minotaurs they live in a strict hiearchy where the strong abuse and exploit the weak. They bare no skin on their frames and instead bare flesh faces the elements upon their bodies.

Minion Attribute: Strength

Vows of the Shattered:
Screams of horrific flesh turning pain fill the air. No mercy will be given today as bones are snapped and tendons ripped like that of butchering a animal. The Hiearch of chains has much work to do putting his victim in it's place. He will remake them into a servant imprinting his bloody image on their very soul or they will suffer an excruciating death.

Boon: Mindcontrol/Subjugation
Bane: Enemy must be defeated first

Color: Crimson

Starting Hex: Near Cactus Spring

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>>6274311
>Name: Huáng 黃
>Domains: Enlightenment
An epoch past, several mayhap, there was a man. Created out of pure light, he was tasked to teach and protect.
He sought out the weak who could not defend from the wicked, the poor who could not feed out of ignorance, and the valiant who could not see a path through a mountain aside carving it out.
To each, he would give what he could, what he had, what he knew.
The light faded, the world turned, and he would find himself reborn from a wisp, into being.
>God Attributes
Major: Affinity, Minor: Agility and Spirit
>Mount Ao Sectmaster
As the sect accrues more profound herbs, bones, scales, and other such alchemical components that can be refined into profound pellets, so does Huáng refine his cultivation, as his disciples follow suit, allowing the sect's strength to grow. (Probably something like resources giving stat bonuses?)

>Minions: Mount Ao Sect Disciples
A collection of young hopeful martial artists and jaded old shrew masters. Seemingly mortal humans, each and every one of them is devoid of minor aesthetic imperfections, with the effect increasing exponentially the higher a member's cultivation, and thus their rank.
>Minion Attribute
Culture
>Cultivation
Strength, durability, and spiritual strength increases with one's cultivation, with higher cultivation allowing supernatural abilities such as flight, energy projection, short range teleportation, and more.

>Color
#ffb200 (yellow)
>Starting Hex
(3, 26), Yellow Mountains

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>>6274311
Name: Patior the one who suffers in silence
Description: Patior can feel it, the suffering of all its children at once. Patior sits in place like a scarcrow, giving off waves of psionic pulses for communication and self defense. Patior teaches that suffering be it mentally or physically is a process of spiritual refinement and purification. When one approaches Patior they are exposed to Patior's deprivation of their surroundings often resulting in a feeling of being in a dark abyss.

Domain: Suffering
Color: brown like old parchment
Attributes
Major: Spirit
Minor: Fortitude, strength

Minion: Mortals the conduits of suffering
Mortals aspire only to have their dreams fall short of reality. Their happiness in life a beautiful product of understanding that there is and always will be suffering, a driving force that makes Mortals aspire to begin with.

Mortals have the looks of humans though they are varied in shape, size and color to experiment with the pain of alienation to one another.
Minion Attribute: Fortitude
Minion ability: indomitable body and mind
When pushed to the limit Mortals continue to please Patior with just how much further they are willing to push themselves to survive. Mortals fight at the full strength or come up with genius strategies if not even Moreso in hopeless situations. The pain of dying while holding desperately on to hope a deeply nourishing event for Patior

Starting hex (13,14) surrounded in a false security of stone.

>>6275611
>>6275499
>God Attributes
Major: Spirit, Minor: Agility, Terraforming

>>6274387
...Thinking about it (and after reading the description), the Coast Biome makes far more sense for Laqura's starting point.

Change Starting Hex to: (39,19)

>>6275926
>>6274311
Change (3, 26) to (2, 26)

>>6276316
...Moving to (37, 21), because Reefs

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>>6274311
> Name: Aegiron, the Blade of Edicts

> Form:
Aegiron appears as a longsword of flawless, blue-grey steel with the runes of judgment and order etched along its blade that glow faintly with a pale blue light. The crossguard is shaped like stylized scales of justice while the pommel is a simple rounded band of iron, unadorned except for a sigil that depicts a sword over a set of scales with a sapphire eye set into the fuller watches with tireless vigilance.

> Personality:
Implacable, stern and incorruptible the blade of edicts is the arbiter in all conflicts. Aegiron tolerates no chaos, lawlessness, or betrayal nor will it permit honorless bloodshed. In battle it is both a weapon to be wielded and a judge who delivers swift punishment or mercy as dictated by the law it embodies. To wield this blade one is to swear fealty to justice, order and the old codes of combat.

> Domains:
Martial Honor and Law

> God Attributes:
Major: Mastery (Skill, Precision, Control)

Minor: Authority (Leadership, Command)

> Minions: The blades of honor
Forged in ages past by Aegiron itself or by master smiths bound by oath these lesser Blades are sentient swords each inscribed with a different law, code, or oath. They are scattered across the world, awaiting worthy bearers. When drawn by the honorable, each Edict Blade awakens, guiding its wielder toward justice and order sometimes gently, sometimes sternly and no two Edict Blades are exactly alike. When their wielder falls or becomes corrupt, the Edict Blade either abandons them or turns inert, awaiting a new champion. On rare occasions the blades themselves can briefly manifest spectral forms to counsel, warn, or even defend.

> Minion Attribute:

Lawbound Will (the ability to judge and empower the worthy and to resist the unworthy)

> Vows of the Edict Blade
"By my oath, I shall mete out justice, not retribution. Let those who bear me place the law above their own desires, or may the blade turn against their hand. I serve order, not ambition; I am the balance, not the sword of wrath."

> Boon: Verdict of the Blade
In moments of conflict all violence within the Edict's blade presence must yield to law and trial. Combatants find themselves bound by codified duels before formal judgments where trickery and deceit is laid bare. Oaths spoken are enforced by the blade’s power, and even the most unruly hearts are compelled to respect the balance of law.

> Bane: Chains of Law
Aegiron (and its minions) are bound to follow the law and code they represent—even when it would be easier, safer, or more expedient to ignore them. The sword cannot act outside justice or honor, and cannot serve those who would twist the law for evil ends.

> Colour: Sapphire green
> Starting hex: Wherever

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>>6274311
>The Beast
>A shadowy figure, wrapped in furs, with what appears to be antlers growing out of his head and glowing eyes. Scattered legends tell of a lantern he carries, and of his voice, civilized and swarmy. Sometime, singing can be heard in the darkness of the woods.
>Domains: Forest, Change, Soul
>Color: Dark Green
>Major: Terraforming; Minor: Spirit, A
>Divine Ability: Beastial Ichor- the godly blood that corrupts the veins of the local wildlife. Keeps them growing, bigger and stronger than their uncorrupted counterparts, until bark and leaves sprouts from their skin and they fully subsume into the forest proper. They have an unnatural intelligence and collective instinct, informed by the bond their share with their master.
>Minions: The Children of the Forest. The corrupted wildlife that consumed the nectar of a god, and was thus changed, twisted into something unnatural… or more natural than most.
>Minion Ability: Beastial Instinct. The bond they share with their master, running through their veins. (More on it later.)
<42,4>, right next to the glacier.

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>>6274311
Name: Daemupochu (ダエムポチュ)

Domains: Growth

A seed fallen from the Gardens of Heaven has landed in the forest and taken root. Over thousands of years, through storm and fire, it has remained and grown into a tree of

God Attributes
Major: Fortitude Minor: terraforming & affinity

Ability: Ambrosia, Fruit of the Heavens - Can sacrifice health to empower units

Minions: Daemu - Small seeds, plants, and flowers that the mystical heaven tree has given sentience in order to steward the forest.

Minion Attribute
Health

Minion Ability
Sow
A unit can be made stationary for some turns to heal.

Color
#85B09A (Cambridge blue)
Starting Hex
(38,24)

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>>6274311
>As a fresh breath of creation graces this newborn world, a wheel begins its first tentative spins.
All of the gods above this post are now free to begin their first turn.

>>6277906

Walk to 5,9

The Highlander will Pick up the sword and do some test swings to see if it can be wielded as great as he once wielded the MacLeod Longsword.

>>6277680

Rolled 6, 6 = 12 (2d10)

>>6277906
Lo, nowhere our haze be, a pendulous emptiness thereby was. Smolderous smog, a thing drownful, a thing dolourous. Ejpto’Jsjt spun in place. Eye moistened, crushed under absence. Naught remained. Be it so? So betide. Alas...

Ejpto’Jsjt perceived those shapes surrounding. Long, stringent, not sinuous, shooting upward, downward. Curious were they, elongated, yet dense, lacking spaces in hollow, suited ill for music. Like naught Ejpto’Jsjt was yet to gaze on, were they. Strange.

Ejpto’Jsjst considered that place it spun on. Shapes aside, others there were. One odd, of ligaments unknown with likewise proportions. Of dual eyes welded on, at that! It stood like those other shapes, yet fell forth! Yet caught itself? So it went, be it nimble, be it quick. Lack of elements there was, was it in imbalance? Nay, it moved in sureness, of certainty! A protrusion snatched out.

Then was a blade. A thing frightening, a thing gouging. Only one eye blinked on it. Familiar, even in its lack of protuberances. Kin erstwhile? Nay, of sharpness it was, now swung firstly, by that first. Ejtpto’Jsjt felt a sudden feeling, a shifting of purpose, a thing anew. Terror.

Terror! A wonderful feeling it was! Of pulsing, of energy! Terrific! On Ejpto’Jstjt went, considering, curious. Distance be needed. But wherefor? Places downward were there, yet another one was visible, up up up. Far, yet not so overlong so. Terror found itself in a tempering stymied, a curiosity, a blending. Ejpto’Jsjt had to know what there was, had to share its symphony. Perhaps in it could be found a friend therewith? So if, not a chance was there of anywhere else.

Up Ejpto’Jsjt went! Clanging, humming, music over hills staggering in rapid motion.

>Ejpto’Jsjt moves two hexes north from (3,7) to (3,5), [2/4] speed left
>Ejpto’Jsjt triggers Thunderous Racket, encompassing the Primal on (4,5), free action, (rolling 2d10 on first post)
>Ejpto’Jsjt attempts to Convert the Primal on (4,5), (rolling 2d10 on second post)

Rolled 3, 9 = 12 (2d10)

>>6277937

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Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d10)

>>6277906
>>6277906
>Build Village [MA] [4 DI] [Enlightenment] - Mount Ao Sect Pagoda
>Preq-Tech: N/A
>Preq-Resources: N/A
>Gateway To Heaven
The Mount Ao sect requires a compound, and so Huáng directs his disciples to begin construction of one, alongside a shelf.
Soil is collected and molded into adobe bricks, dried till they cease to shrink. Extremely heavy, they function as an excellent team building exercise as disciples determine how to best transport and stack them. Some elect to collectively carry them four apiece, others create human chains that pass the bricks one by one, while still others attempt more harebrained schemes such as launching them through the use of ropes, sticks, and levers.
In time, the mighty pagoda is completed, with nine hundred and ninety nine steps lined with nine hundred and ninety nine bells leading up the mountain to it. To first gain access to the pagoda, one must take care to time each step with the intermittent ringing of the bells. Failing to do so sees one's next step be the first in the line, whether by skipping a step, breaking the steps or the bells, ringing them ahead of time, or even flying past or around.
Patience is the key to success, and through it, enlightenment 循序漸進

>Terraform [MA] [2 DI] - (3,26) (4,27)
>Claim Hexes
Huáng meditates on the pagoda-top, southeast. Beyond the mists and rocks and hills, he sees, he ordains, and he claims.

>>6277906
>2x[MA] [DI]
Claim 17,8 18,7 19,6

>[MI] move to 18,10
-talk: "Hello, neighbour. Would you know this place ?"

>>6277913
The sword moved with a fluid grace in the Highlander’s grasp. It felt lighter than it had any right to be, perfectly balanced it felt almost weightless.

As the mysterious swordsman kept practicing swings with Aegiron, a voice would boom in the Highlander’s mind to swear the oath:
"By this oath, I shall mete out justice, not retribution. Let those who bear me place the law above their own desires, or may the blade turn against their hand. I serve order, not ambition; I am the balance, not the sword of wrath."

>>6277906
As Ervenbloud awakens he senses two great sources of lava nearby. With every beat of himself he uses the magma he produces to carve tunnels that eventually connect to one of the volcanoes. Once he connects to the first volcano he redirects the magma to begin heading towards the other, going through unclaimed land in the process.
>Claim [MA] [DI] 10,20 and 11,19
However, before he reaches the other volcano he is distracted by the first of his people emerging from his Magma. The first Magma spawn wander the pyroducts aimlessly at first, but most find themselves drawn to the cavern in which Ervernbloud resides. As more and more are drawn by the sound of his beating and are fascinated by the tides of magma he produces, many choose to make permanent residence in the lava tubes closest to him.
>Build settlement [MA] Molten Provenance in 10,19

[MA] [DI x 2]
Claim 20,9 20,8

[MA] [DI x 4]
Build settlement name: The Hive Spire
The hex has a field that covers it; anyone who attempts to physically enter, mentally enter, or spiritually project themselves into it is rebuked is injured for their effort, any god or mortal with permission to enter is protected from this effect.

Justification: My major attribute is spirit, so I am good at the spell-making thing

Communicate [MI]
With the god at 18, 10
Greetings, Kindred. I sense we are similar—godlings who will, in time, shape the path of the world. I hope you can consider me a friend. What is your name, fellow Godling? Mine is Mutare, I think, I am the divinity of Knowledge, and Unity, yes, those descriptions feel right.

>>6277994
correction

[MA] [DI x 1]
Claim 20,9 20,8

[MA]
Build settlement at 21,8 name: The Hive Spire

The first action only needed 1 DI, the second action was impossible, and I am not stupid enough to try

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>>6277906
>Terraform [MA] [2 DI] - (19,10) (17,10)
Lithic terraforms these hexs claiming providence over them as large jutting portions of quartzite sprouts out of the ground this allows for lithoforms to gain important silicates to maintain themselves.
Movement of earth and rock disturbed the area around a mountain.
Tectonic vibrations churn as rock begins to roil gravel shudders to the vibrations building until final a massive chunk of teal quartzite punctured through firing off a drum shattering bone shaking blast of rock and noise sending fauna scurrying to the safety of the plains.
Two large crystaline hands fit for golems part the way from a tunnel in the earth. Crystaline quartzite begins to bud and then form into small humanoid chrystal people clawing themselves out of the teal monolith. Lithic a giant mass of Chrystal emerges from his/her/their stasis along with a tall bulky femmine framed Chrystal being hued a dark purple. “Come my daughter, come sea the outside world for the first time” lithic extended their hands to help hail his demigoddess daughter praxus from the confines of rock and unto the base of the mountain.
“Aye ain’t this view a beute you can see the forest line and sea shore from here”
praxus shyly nodded
“Ah don’t be a wall flower go n play with your brothers an sisters, explore and discover I’ve got some business to attend ta but I’ll be close” lithic nudges her along to join in on the small emerging huddle of beings.
>Develop [MA] [1 DI] - <gathering>
>Preq-Tech: N/A
>Preq-Resources: ambient plant life likely fragile shrubs and plants that grow in mountainous areas
> < Lithic floats towards a small huddle of them appearing to smash wood logs together some are trying to carve them with their sharp edges inspecting them for designs, others are gathering little flowers. “Hehe little ones are already developing gathering resources learning what’s useful and what’s pish”
Lithic stops and turn towards the sudden presence of a being as strong if not stronger then them/him/herself
Ah a familiar figure of a human woman, if not a bit bizarre in the fact that the ambient heat energy dissipates around her leaving only cold, Infact she seems completely donned in ice and frost.
Being the polite gentleman/woman/being they where lithic began to speak apologetics
“ ACH look at me bein rude and unaware of my suroundins im sorry for not noticing ya sooner”
>Many different crystal protrusions spark with different colors as the mass of crystals speaks in different unique voices.
“As for your question and tah introduce mah self you are currently on the newly formed Chrystal planes, made by me lithic, as for current celestial body? I’ve no clue neither for our current plane of existence ah just woke up with my daughter praxus”
>lithic points towards a purple Chrystal lady that towers a couple feet above her siblings
“May I ask who you are for I am still new to this place aswell”

Rolled 1, 3 = 4 (2d10)

>>6277906
Spying upon the world from her eyes in Heaven, the Saint sees a beast seemingly weak to her expertise. It is curious how weak it seemingly is from her view, but whatever. It'll be a learning experience if nothing else.

>Terraform [MA] [1 DI] - (38, 26), (39, 25)
St. Aster bends and breaks a dozen unreasonable laws to make entry for her followers from Heaven. Might be a little messy to grow more eyes than you normally would have, but it'll peter out eventually.

>Create Unit [MA] [2 DI] - The Eye Hero
Take the Followers with those bunch of eyes, and mush them together. Make a big Eyeball Man out of them. She needs a little giant to serve as meat shield against whatever plot this beast has to offer.

>God Unit - Spellcast: Heaven's Opinion [UI] [1 DI] - (41, 27)
Target on sight.
Target locked.
Dropping payload (ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS).
Good hunting.
Good hunting.

>God Unjt - Move [UM] - (41, 24)
St. Aster moves to a more advantageous position, disappearing from that end and reappearing to this end. Better to discourage any encroachment on this side of her isle.

>>6277994
Lithic paused once again this time mentally splitting themselves in half, another dirty sending lithic the equivalent of psychic mail a kindred a being claiming to be friends, quickly thinking up a response lithic sends a message.
Greeting Mutare I am lithic a being of pure crystalline I am the divinity of geomancy and energy manipulation if ya wish tah visit I am willing tah have ya, now if yah will excuse me I have another visitor to focus in and it would be rude of me to speak to them while only partially paying attention.

>>6278011
Replace dirty with godly, was rushed a bit typing this out

>>6277906
Drakatron surveys his new minions with a scowl. They have a long way to go before they are worthy of carrying out his will.

MA DI: First, the alien robot dragon god lays claim to the mountains to his southwest (33,18), as well as a stretch of jungle to his northeast (35,17)

MA: Then, to commemorate the start of his reign, he demands a settlement be built. It'll be not much more than a collection of mud huts and wooden hovels for now, but that is sure to change in the future, oh yes... (Build Village "Dragon Rock" at 34,18)

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Rolled 1, 7, 10, 7 = 25 (4d10)

>>6274311

>MA 1 - (DI x 2) - Not a Realm, a Home [Safety]
Lys, no matter the distance, is always the ever-distant light on the horizon edge. She comes into being, flickering anew amidst a harsh world. The Liten who cling to her mountain's base can only gaze upwards with fearful expressions. They do not understand the dangers they face, not in any sense. She must prepare for them a home, and safeguard it from the others she can already feel nearby.
>Tech to make her claimed hexes harder to counter-claim or affect.

>MA 2 - (DI x 2) - Light's Peak
Lys is a beacon, first and foremost. It will not do to go unnoticed, for better or for worse. Let all know of her presence, the light on the ever-distant mountain.
>Tech to make her more easily noticed, especially via distance.

>>6278011
Lithic is a God, so Lys' presence will already be known to him, but her flaring light is a wordless acknowledgment that she recognizes his existence too. She is warmth, a distant hearth that promises safety.

>>6278011
Mutare receives the message, taking in the meaning before sending a reply in kind a pulse of mental and divine thought willed at Lithic. "i understand, and thank you for the offer, Lithic, allow me to return the invitation in kind, enjoy your conversation with the other kindred."

>>6278022
Lithic doesn’t turn towards the beams of light shining upon them but they notice it and mouthlessly smile at all the sudden attention. “So many kindred so many friendly or curious its so much better than the solitude of tha cold isolation of hibernation”

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>>6277906 >>6277889

>Claim [MA] [1DI] - (38,23) (38,25)
>Daemupochu's roots spread within the ground, hallowing the surrounding jungle and providing the local flora with sentience.

>Terraform [MA] [2 DI] - (38,23) (38,25)
Create unique terrain: Verdant [terrain]: Heals units on Verdant tiles.
>Daemupochu spreads its influence across the fertile jungle. The nutrients provided turn the land into a lush and verdant overgrowth of thick vegetation. The jungle not only pulses with life, but eminence is leaving inhabitant vibrant.

Rolled 1 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>6277906
>Terraform [MA] [1 DI] - (27, 3) (28, 4)
The displaced found themselves in the glade, a haven for those who survived the journey. And still, they survive, living no longer in imminent fear of death. Yet the fear persists. More is needed, not just for survival, but for a life desired. Thus, they speak of a vast white land, further north, as known by some. While not plentiful in food, one may still hunt the beasts beyond, and may even fish, should they find themselves able, plenty enough not just to survive, but to thrive. Thus, they set out, crossing the mountains,

>Develop [MA] [2 DI] - Bond Harvesting
>Preq-Tech: Bond Harnessing
>Preq-Resources: Domain (Bonds)
> The creation of an alternative Resource Collection method, based on creating basic polymers and materials from debris.
The harbourer, short, Harbour, found themselves approached, yet approaching, the Displaced, to be known as Gladebound. Having fled house and home, what little tools remained are gone now. Now, Harbour speaks to them, explaining the nature of the world, the connections, the bonds that are formed, the understanding of the Domain of Bonds. Understanding this is the first step to building bonds with your surroundings, instead of breaking them for your gain. Whether they understand or require more time is to be seen.

> Unit Movement
> Harbour (24, 8)
Their People fled north, away from the terror of the primals, of terrors unknown, or more familiar. Yet, the horrors remain, leave a trail of destruction in their wake, and are sure to cause more devastation. So, they leave, to the south, to stop the beasts in their track.

> Unit Interact
> Bound by thy Harness, Jaganteo (24, 9)
And thus, bound for the creature, seen from afar, but more so felt, Harbour is bound to bind this horror in place. It's a duty, given by merit of the trust put in the 'god', so the harbourer has been dubbed. What shall be done from there is to be seen.

Rolled 3, 7 = 10 (2d10)

>>6278405

As for the second Roll...
(I do not for the life of me know how to use this damn dice system.)

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>>6277906

>Terraform: Claim [MA] [1DI] - (36,22) (37,22)(37,23)
Laqura reaches out with churning limbs that dissolve to mist at the furthest extremities, laying claim to these coast-side domains with a pattering rain-shower that inundates gently with godly essence.

>Unit Movement: Laqura to (38,22)
Moving just a little, Laqura's lower form is soaked back into the sea amidst the ocean mist to replenish and stand guard.

>Build: Village [MA] of 'Tidemark' upon (37,21)
Resources: Clay, Sand
Freshly inundated, the Granchpolpo fashion what they can into crude settlement that consists of mostly impacted Clay and Sand. It's not much, but they'll have time to work on it... they can start by (hopefully) dragging back some wood and coral to decorate and add some structural support.

>>6277906
>>6274661

Makrópnoos stretched his back and overlooked the tribe of Humans he had just uplifted. Their minds were already sharper but...they were wearing mere rags and had nothing to call home. This would not do and he would find them a place to stay. As he began to walk towards a suitable location, the giant investigates what appears to be another presence similar to his own and that of the others he's sensed around him. He stops in front of what looks like a crown sitting on the floor, frowning.

>Makrópnoos moves from (23,16) to (21,16) where Laurelios is

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>6277906
tsss yawns. A noise halfway between a dying cat and a heap of rusted metal in an industrial blender echoes across the desert. Every living thing scurries for cover as spines pop off the death urchin, soaring for miles before stabbing into the earth below. A family of Kikka are too slow, too careless, and find themselves impaled, pinned to the earth. Such is life under the god of stabbing. There is a noise somewhere between a buzzsaw on metal and a cat’s purring from the great mass of spikes. Then sand and stone is kicked up in a wave as tsss begins rolling aimlessly in whatever direction suits him.

> MA. DI. Claim (8,26) (6,25) (5,25)
Where the spikes stab into the land, so too does the will of tsss. Kikka creep tentatively into the new lands, always watching the sky for another rain of death. There they find new resources, clay in the mesas and the twisted wood and beasts of the Bramble Forest.
> MA. 2DI. Develop ssstabbers, cruel spears imbued with divine power
In the bramble forest divine power lingers where the spines of tsss have crashed into the thorn tree. Filled with the power of the divine these razor sharp shards, already potent, have become more vicious still. The kikka seize on these blessings as tools of the hunt.
> Move! tsss launches across the desert at random. Or runs into a mountain. Either one!


> Dice for DI Develop

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>6278494
tsss has the zoomies!

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>>6277906

>MA + DI [Claim]: (19.23) and (29.24)
Space contort. Distance shift. both in a cactus oasis and a faraway forest. Subtle door engraving appear on bark and stone alike.

>DI + God unit [Portal]: (29.24)
Close to the Door, reality start to shimmer, contort, the air become reflective, at first it is impossible to comprehend the sights but little by little it settle on the reflection of a forest. In the forest the same is happening but with a reflection of the Door, until it is a reflection no more. A door now stand in the forest.

>MA [Develop]: A village in 24.25 (Mire)
The Sestans found themselves lost in a desert, they have been following the Door for a long time although it doesn't move it seems they themselves have. Or not? It's confusing. The practical craftsmen that they are however are confronted to an issue, no roof over their head and nothing but sand to build some.
Their talk about digging some caves to serve as lodging is soon stopped by a new portal appearing. One that open to land full of wood and other resources. Building a village will be easier than first thought.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6278496
Up! Up!

Over!

For a brief moment ten thousand spikes soar through the air, launching off the peak of the mountain. Then they come crashing down with a cascade of stone and scrubby trees tangled with them, a warbling screech that might be mistaken for song by the deaf coming from the chaos. Down the mountain it tumbles, crashing into...something.

Something big?

> Attack roll on Diadeus

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>6278509
There is of course only one thing for the god of stabbing to do when crashing into an unknown primal being.

> Stab it again!

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>>6277940
Adjustment

>Terraform [MA] [2 DI] - (3,26)
>Claim Hexes [Difficult terrain modifier]
Huáng meditates on the pagoda-top, southeast. Beyond the mists and rocks and hills, he sees, he ordains, and he claims.

>Build Village [MA] [2 DI] [Enlightenment] - Mount Ao Sect Pagoda
>(3,26)
>Preq-Tech: N/A
>Preq-Resources: N/A
>Gateway To Heaven [Difficult to access]
The Mount Ao sect requires a compound, and so Huáng directs his disciples to begin construction of one, alongside a shelf.
Soil is collected and molded into adobe bricks, dried till they cease to shrink. Extremely heavy, they function as an excellent team building exercise as disciples determine how to best transport and stack them. Some elect to collectively carry them four apiece, others create human chains that pass the bricks one by one, while still others attempt more harebrained schemes such as launching them through the use of ropes, sticks, and levers.
In time, the mighty pagoda is completed, with nine hundred and ninety nine steps lined with nine hundred and ninety nine bells leading up the mountain to it. To first gain access to the pagoda, one must take care to time each step with the intermittent ringing of the bells. Failing to do so sees one's next step be the first in the line, whether by skipping a step, breaking the steps or the bells, ringing them ahead of time, or even flying past or around.
Patience is the key to success, and through it, enlightenment 循序漸進

>Construct [UI] [1 DI] - Caves Of Wandering
>2 Roads, (2,26), (3,26)
A web of caves dug out of the very earth. No direction exists, for none is needed. As a traveler plunges into the depths, with no company but his thoughts, his mind wanders as his feet do. Problems are resolved, insights are manifested, intrigues germinate. The cave's exit always leads one not to where they wanted to be, but to where they needed to be.
Not all who wander are lost 千里之行,始於足下

>>6278579
Claiming the hex costs only 1 DI

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>6277938
Trees are casually crushed underfoot as a gargantuan, red-furred boar trundles slowly along the coastline of its island home, beady, malevolent eyes diligently scanning the horizon, searching for any signs that an interloper might dare to intrude on the borders of its demesne. Steam begins to steadily puff from its porcine nostrils as the mere thought of impertinent, odious, rapacious rapscallions stealing their way into its domain begins to drive the swine in a frenzy, before with a thunderous chuff it begins to thrash its head around, four long, gleaming white tusks reducing the unfortunate trees before it to chips of wood before the wild hog’s temper begins to cool.

Then, just as it resumes its patrol, and begins to gradually drive itself into another tantrum, its tufted ears perk up. Ever so faintly, it hears a persistent droning, like the whine of a mosquito. As the boar’s head begins to whip around, to try and identify the source of the sound, it grows louder and louder, until at last, over the crest of a hill, soars…something. Four long, almost offensively bright limbs trail behind it as it flies, its bulbous eye gazing on as it begins to circle the massive, porcine head, swaying and dipping in time with a beat utterly beyond the poor beast’s comprehension. And noise, the noise…! It as though an orchestra of cruel, merciless instruments are assaulting its mind with tings and tangs and tongs and every other sound in between as the…thing…floats jauntily through the air, casually emitting sounds that would drive any sane creature into the gentle, forgiving arms of utter, stark raving insanity. The boar begins to thrash, throwing its head (and tusks) every which way, thoroughly befuddled but driven by its survival instincts to act, to end the source of this horrific cacophony!

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>6278631
Near that other Ejpto’Jsjt spun, far was Ejpto’Jsjt flung. Not bodily, mindfully! Sight caught on such a swine, wonderstruck Ejpto’Jsjt was. Dimly, recognition set in, red embrace of tusks and hooves impending, a trampling huge and furious descending. Little it meant. Ejpto’Jsjt sank no thought on danger, only what was bringing it, and just how its bulk, resonant, burning, might chime into that symphony which drove it spinning.

>>6278650
I'm not too good at consistent trip-setting, kek

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>>6277906
>MA Build Village: Hidden Ancient Inn [3 DI] [Illusion, Travel]
>(8,14)
>Each turn, a lost traveler will be spirited away into the inn, where they will contribute a random item as payment for lodging or become a guest NPC at Hozumi’s inn for a limited number of turns.
The Goddess of the Tanuki and her attendant awoke one day to find themselves in the heart of an unfamiliar forest. Though uncertain of her exact location and circumstances, the Tanuki Hostess, Hozumi, knew she couldn’t welcome guests in such disarray. She promptly ordered her Tanuki attendant to construct an inn that matched her ancient aesthetic and to prepare for a grand opening.

>MA Develop Spell: Shapeshifting [3 DI] [Illusion]
>transform into living creature or objects
>bane: only change appearances, can be dispelled by discerning eyes/magic (need skill check), more complex creatures/object needs to be studied and analysed first before being able to shapeshift into (needs to interact first or spend action studying it)
To ensure the grand opening was ready in time, Hozumi taught the Tanuki the art of shapeshifting. Using illusion, the Tanuki could transform themselves into animals to overcome their small size and work faster or turn into small objects to serve as decorations. Later on, the Tanuki would become infamous for using these abilities to prank mortals instead.

>MI Cast nirvana, grand illusion[1 D] on (10,13), (10,14) and (10,15)
When everything was finally ready, Hozumi invoked a nirvana, grand illusion over the surrounding area to hide the ancient inn and protect it from unwelcome visitors.

Rolled 7, 2 = 9 (2d10)

>>6278685
>Settlement construction roll

Rolled 6, 10 = 16 (2d10)

>>6278686
>failure
ack

>spell development roll

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>6278406
(Jaganteo resistance roll)

Rolled 5, 5 = 10 (2d10)

>>6278509
>>6278515
(Diadeus resistance rolls, first dice to resist the smooshing and second to resist the extra stabbing.)

Rolled 10, 5 = 15 (2d10)

>>6278007
>HEAVEN'S OPINION?
It isn't as if the Heavens does not hate all. Everything is wrong with the world. But the Heavens is high above, and the Tzar cannot see all that his boyars have wrought. Perhaps this beast is merely a victim of circumstance, an ant, a child, who wouldn't have done anything wrong otherwise. Perhaps this beast is evil, a sinner, who profanes, who will do so despite everything. Heaven knows, and one simply has to ask until they receive the truth they seek.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>6278882
(Eudaeleal resistance roll)

>>6278886
And Truth reveals itself. This beast is Evil, a sin, a stain, ruinous, hateful, and a hundred dozen more awful truths that revealed itself the moment that Heaven fell upon it. Does it matter what this beast was before my Truth was made for it? It does not. Does it matter that I have to do this for several more epochs as the beast suddenly revealed its stores of health? It does not. Only Truth matters, and the Truth is, this beast is evil.

Rolled 10, 5 = 15 (2d10)

>>6278880
(Alright, my poor sweet boy is brought down to 3 Vitality, but he still has a trick up his sleeve! Gonna need a 1d10 Fortitude roll to resist this effect, whatever it might be...)

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>6278895
tsss is suddenly concerned!

Rolled 4, 1 = 5 (2d10)

>>6278891
(Alright, Eudaeleal is down to 9 Vitality, and also isn't entirely sure where whatever just hit it is, so it moves to 40, 26 and activates its ability. I'm going to need a Spirit roll to resist.)

Rolled 10, 1 = 11 (2d10)

>>6278905
The Saint of Law declares that whatever this is, it doesn't matter because it's evil and good triumphs over evil.

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Rolled 5, 8, 4, 9, 9 = 35 (5d10)

>>6277906

>Develop [MA][DI] Mind Flaying (Nugar's Embrace)
>Preq-Tech: Plague
>Preq-Resources: [Falsehood, Symbiote]
-Add converting tick to Nugar's overall plague (-3DI)
As Nugar understands his surroundings, his self brims to life as he senses other beings in this world. An itch at the back of his mind appears which he recognizes as the need to bring what breathes life into his fold, or so he thinks. While wondering his thoughts, he realizes the emitting energy he is releasing within him is now beginning to change into something more alluring to himself, perhaps others might become enthralled by it too. The heavy, thick stunk of acceptance makes Nugar grind with excitement.

>Unit Move
7,28
Nugar begins to wander to the nearest living being and encounters the strange scale? like creature being attacked by the sharp like orb. Feeling pity towards the creature, Nugar closes the gap and brings in the creature for a hug!
>Unit Action [DI] Attack

>Develop[MA[DI] Seekers of the End
>Preq-Tech:
>Preq-Resources: [Symbiote]
-Worship System (-2DI)
There will be those who will let Nugar in, they will accept him as a whole so they may accompany him to long road for truth no matter how long it may take, eternity if need be. It is his responsibility to answer their dedication with glimpses of what they seek, brief manifestations with his followers, or sensations of divinity within them if they prove themselves through their devotion and reverence.

DICE:
1,2 Mind Flaying
3 Attack
4,5 Seekers of the End

>>6278989

Ten thousand quills in a ball twist and shake and rattle. Then they start swaying, first slowly, then faster, waving back and forth. They seem unconcerned by the titanic snake half impaled on its body. An eye fixes itself on The Unwanted.

"tssss? Sstab friend?"

>>6278479
And as the fire-bringer approaches the crown, he in turn is approached by spirits wearing garbs of bone and tarnished metals, ugly, faded things that were once regal

“Take it…” whispers one
“Become… king…” drawls another through a half-snapped jaw

The crown pulsates with power, power equal to his own.
He could smash it, make this power his…
Or perhaps, maybe, just maybe.

He could wear it?

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>>6279660
The giant deity looks at the poor shades, still frowning, then back at the Crown. While normally he wasn't strictly opposed to the odd jewelry here and there, this was no ordinary crown, what if it tried possessing him? Though, it's not like he was a stranger to withstanding all sorts of harm so he revolved himself to try it on regardless, gingerly putting the artifact on his head.

>Makrópnoos unit interact: Equip Laurelios

Then, beckoning the shades(as they would probably go wherever the crown is he supposes) he begins to walk again towards that clearing he had spotted.

>Makrópnoos unit Move from (21,16) to (20,16)

Once arrived, he gave it a cursory look, nodded, then flexed the powerful muscles in his right arm and brought it down upon the ground, the surroundings and the nearby deltas quaking as the very air itself began shifting. Visually, not much changed, but if one paid attention they'd be able to see the animals staring at them or at things with uncanny intelligence, and the atmosphere would be heavy with the feeling of being watched, or that something is JUST about to happen.

>MA 1: Terraform (21,16) and (20,16), Cost: 1DI

Now, having claimed the lands he wished too, the giant taught the humans how to build huts out of animal materials and whatever sticks
and stones they could find, for there wasn't many sources of wood around. It didn't look like anything truly grandiose for now, but it would grow

>MA 2: Build Village of ἀρχή(20,16), Pre-Techs: None

>>6279667
Makrópnoos feels his body improve in every aspect- his sprit is more keen, his muscles harder, his skin more resilient, his authority increased by half.

The crown attempts no treachery- and in fact, it whispers only one thing:
“Thou art royalty now. Thine command is one: rule”

>>6277906
>Terraform Claim [MA] [1 DI] - (42,5), (41,3), (40,3)

At the end of the world, a forest comes into being. A pitiful forest, it is- just a scattering of trees digging into the tundra, setting root in a glacier. This will not do.

>Build Village [MA] [2 DI] [Forest, Soul] - Darkwood
>(3,26)
>Preq-Tech: N/A
>Preq-Resources: N/A
>Hearthtree of the Ichor Grove [Health Bonus]
Critters scatter as the first Ichor Tree comes into being, sprouting up from the soil like a pernicious weed. The earth shakes, then ruptures underneath the weight of its growth. From such violent birth, a forest spreads around its fat trunk, connected together in a web of roots that strangles each other. A dark miasma begins to fog the forest bed, and a steady, rhythmic beating can faintly be heard at this grove’s center.

In the midst of this Darkwood, the beginnings of a village begin to form from this forest’s bounty, it’s creatures toiling underneath the glowing eyes and a steady beat.

>Unit Movement: Beast to (39,2)
The Beast pays his darkening domain no heed- his attention firmly fixed beyond the pillar of light breaching the sky, onto a primordial, beastly presence in the distance. The Beast heads off to greet his kin, the only way beasts know how.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>6279692
>Unit Action [DI] Attack
No words were expressed- indeed, they weren’t needed. The natural law is clear- there can only be one to rule these barren wastes.

The Beast blurs as it speeds towards the Primal, eager to get over the work that’ll legends will saw took epochs- the battle for the soul of the tundra.

>>6277906
>1MA, 1DI: Claim 20, 16
>1MA: Found a settlement on 20, 16, the Cradle of Royalty

The crown shimmers atop its new brow, and a grand project begins: a project for all future bearers, as well as this one- a palace, a mighty megalopolis, to suit the greatest of kings

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>6279965
(Seeing if Occuleih's ability will proc, 1 is Solar and 2 is Lunar.)

Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d10)

>>6280279
(Alright, that's a no. Next is its resistance roll.)

Rolled 2, 2, 5, 5, 3, 8 = 25 (6d10)

>>6277906

MA+2DI: Unrestricted Evolution 1/3
MA+2DI: Unrestricted Evolution 2/3

The awakening roar of Arkatassus is echoed five times over, once for each head. He towers over the landscape, rising from the earth, bathed in light. In truth his body is a projection, divine hard light, his spark lies not within this false body but within the Sun Disk up above. Still, these are not details that the primitive Palladion Sauria care for, nor would truly understand. Arkatassus is Arkatassus, bringer of the Sun.

In current control of things, Arkatassus is possessed of a truly terrifying physicality. The eons have taken their toll, but he is now recovered enough from his slumber and the many quarrels with the Invader, ready to enact his will on the world.

The ground splits and the sky warps, the god of evolution channels truly unfathomable amounts of raw power into his own divine spark. His mission is simple, shatter the shackles that bind his development as a god.

God move: Move to 19, 25
UI+DI: Attack Varkhuz and intercept to prevent potential movement
UI+DI: Attack Varkhuz and intercept to prevent potential movement

As the hydra clumsily attempts to bolster its own divine evolutionary potential, Ͼ beams a message down to the ascended Primal.
It is hungry, and it wants to assimilate the nearby god, Varkhuz, who is undesirable.
Seeing no reason to decline, and not willing to butt heads with Ͼ over a fairly reasonable request, Arkatassus heads off to go and kill the incarnation of slaughter.

He arrives as a stampede, gnashing teeth and whirling heads carving through the wind, intent on tearing this newly spawned godling to bits. All the while the Invader watches on from above, watching, waiting, but visibly eager to see the slaughterers spark in the jaws of the hydra.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>6279692
The Hearthtree cometh

>>6278509
>>6278515
>>6278880
Coiled in a mountain’s foothills, surrounded by dunes of craggy black sand, a great serpent peacefully slumbers. Although its scales are obsidian black, they are marked with distinctive, gilded gold patterns, running up its back before terminating in the intricate patterning that adorns it hood and frames the spiny golden crest atop its head. For centuries it has ruled as the apex predator of this region, majestic and terrible, which suits it just fine. Where else could it find surroundings so dull as to contrast its own magnificence to perfectly? In all those years few have challenged it, and none have survived. So, it sleeps peacefully, content in the knowledge that none would dare to make even the faintest wisp of a sound in its presence, lest they risk disturbing it, and thus rousing its ire.

Until something does. Slowly, the serpent cracks open a yellow, reptilian eye as it lazily scans its surroundings. Has some foolish, newborn creature stumbled upon it, unaware of the consequences of awakening the desert’s king? Perhaps not, for this sound does not originate from the south, and thus its own demesne. Instead, it faintly echoes from the North, and seems unlike any the serpent has heard before. Languidly, an enormous, hooded head rises up from a mass of coils, scanning the mountaintops too tall for even it to easily peer over. What a curious sound, like…crunching, or crackling, now accompanied, as it grows closer, by a revving growl, like some great beast roaring to life.

Before the serpentine Primal, now fully awakened and alert, can stretch to its full height and see what is approaching, it arrives, rolling over a mountain’s peak at a speed that seems completely at odds with for its size. The snake’s mouth hangs open as it, shocked for perhaps the first time in its long existence, stares agape at what can only be described as a massive ball of spikes as it hangs in the air for a moment, in apparent defiance of any known laws of physics. Then, as gravity seems to as last reassert itself, the spiny sphere crashes to earth, spinning down the mountainside with inordinate speed before, as the Primal futilely comes to senses and tries to slither out of the way, it slams into the stony desert’s king, squashing it in a flurry of stabbing, purring, and cheerful chainsaw-like revving as their body is pierced in more places then they can even comprehend through the haze of pain.

>>6278895
>>6278898
>>6278989
You stare happily at your new friend, some kind of giant, limbless reptile that unfortunately seems a bit deformed, considering he only has a few spikes sprouting up from the top of his head. How would he even stab someone with those? What an unfortunate life he must lead. It rears up, glaring venomously at you, the picture of regal arrogance…or it would be, if it wasn’t already leaking several thousand gallons of blood from the hundreds of holes you’d produced while introducing it to the wonders of stabbing. You daresay you’re quite the generous friend, to so freely provide such a thorough education in your favourite subject. Unfortunately, your buddy doesn’t seem to agree, considering the look it’s sending your way. Perhaps after another wondrous round of stabbings he’ll see the light? As you resume your forward momentum, however, you feel…hm…a…bit…tired….?

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The reptilian Primal thrashes, desperately trying to free itself from the impaling spines of the creature that had rolled atop it even as it was incapacitated by a baleful glare. Seized with a vitriolic hatred, it bites down into the mass, heedless of how the spikey body makes a pincushion of the vulnerable roof of its mouth, and with a surge of malignant satisfaction feels its fangs strike home. Now, it just needs to begin pumping its venom…until the hate-filled train of thought is interrupted by a slight, almost imperceptible sensation at the base of its neck that nevertheless seems to pierce through the agony wracking the rest of its body. The Primal stills, desperate to understand what the sensation is. Then, it begins to spread, and the serpent is amazed to find that the pain vanishes every where it travels, replaced by that slight, persistent itch that nevertheless seems oh so soothing somehow. Even as its consciousness begins to float away, replaced by a vague, comfortable contentment, it notices something hazily, distantly. Why, the once-kingly serpent wonders, does its body still so desperately thrash? Surely it should be at peace, as its mind is? Unfortunately, the once-ruler of the stony deserts has time to ruminate no longer as its consciousness is ushered away, disconnected from the body that, at last, returns to blessed stillness as its instincts stop their struggle for survival.

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You sigh as your new friend ceases all movement, falling into a restful, permanent slumber in your embrace as his body finally catches up with his mind. Though your time together was brief, as it always is, you daresay you’ve forged a strong, long-lasting friendship with this massive, serpentine monstrosity. Perhaps in this gigantic, one-eyed ball of spikes you will find yet another compatriot? Though you hope this one will decide to stick around a bit longer.

>>6278406
In the frigid, hilly tundra of the continent’s northern climes, a great cat hunts. Larger than most anything around it, and camouflaged by a snowy white pelt of fur, the feline nevertheless crouches low to the ground, using a set of large hills as cover for its skulking, for it is on the hunt. Arriving on an eastbound wind, it has at last caught the scent of prey, mightier than any it has yet hunted, mighty enough, perhaps, to sate its hunger for years to come. Nevertheless, the Primal is patient. Not once has it struck prey while unprepared, while unknowing of every risk it might face. And so, it waits, letting its senses go to work as it devours even the barest scraps of information, preparing for the coming hunt. Until, as it prepares to creep just that little bit closer, it notices something is amiss. Primarily, that it is stuck fast.

At first, it wonders if it is simply a bit sluggish. After all, even for the great cat the chill that holds fast to these lands can seep into its very bones, especially after several days of stillness. But with a creeping, almost alien feeling of dread, the feline realizes that this is no mere trick of the senses. It tenses every muscle in its body, attempting to lunge away, but to even shift its body, the Primal realizes, is a struggle, its massive form held in place by the grasp of some great, unseen force, the very air and terrain itself seeming to cling to its body and arrest any movement. It snarls, eyes desperately darting around as its animal instincts scream at it to attack, to lash out, to do something, anything! But its search is futile, neither a target nor culprit making itself apparent to the hunter as it tries in vain to escape the trap in which it has found itself.

>>6278882
>>6278886
>>6278905
>>6278907
As heaven’s judgement is cast down where you desire it, a furious, yowling roar rings out, and even after you relocate you’re able to see a massive, distant form barreling towards your previous position before a ringing migraine seizes you. Thankfully you’re able to easily resist the intrusion, whatever its intended effect might have been, though considering the evil you struck seems both alive and very, very angry you suspect your troubles aren’t over just yet.

>>6277957


The Highlander nods at the sword before returning to 5,7 with the Sword.
There he builds a settlement for his ogre followers and begins to develop a spell to strengthen the caster when the caster holds the strength domain.

>Agree with sword and bring to 5,7
>Build settlement
>Begin first part of two to Develop spell: Strengthening [1 DI Spent / Strength domain used] (I plan to continue developing this spell next turn)

>>6277906
>[Minor Action] Move God Unit to (26, 12)

>[MA DI], Claim (28, 10) & (29, 9)

>[MA DI], Build the Settlement Exettakal (Hunter’s Camp) on (29, 9), no unique effects just yet, but laying the groundwork for a future project

A massive reptilian predator is perched menacingly atop a mountainous overlook, electric blue eyes surveying its surroundings as it seeks out its latest prey, ravenous for a challenge with which to sate its hunger and fuel its never-ending climb up the ecosystem. A deep rumble rises up from its throat as it sniffs the air, a scent carried on the wind rousing its hunting instincts as, at long last, it readies itself to journey north and begin another hu-

“Exetta zay! Severo vay! Ogway vo Rojodaz!” “““OGWAAAAAAY VO ROJODAZ!”””

Rojodaz sighs, his train of thought broken as he glares down in annoyance at the hairy little creatures that have built a settlement around his feet sometime in the last week or so that he has been sitting here, straining his senses, attempting to pick up the scent of new prey. This was hardly the first time, they had been following him for several years at this point, though how they managed to do so was utterly beyond his comprehension. The furballs were dwarfed even by one of his claws, let alone his entire body. He could clear leagues in mere moments. Ignoring their ability to keep track of him, how could they possibly keep pace? Why did they follow him, in spite of the fact that they only thing that had prevented him from eating them was the fact that were far too pathetic and weak to be worthy of hunting? Why has he felt his physiology begin to…change, in the last few years since they had begun to follow him?

The answers to such questions elude the hunter as he peers down at the primitive creatures, who are currently in the midst of swarming over some great beast that is rampaging through their camp, its features indistinguishable under the veritable carpet of fur and teeth they’ve formed as they begin to devour it. In no time at all the beast is laid low, though not before smashing its way through several of the primitive lean-tos and huts the critters seem to prefer taking shelter in. The bestial god does not understand the creatures. He has never dwelt in anything more complex than a cave in his entire life, and yet even he can see the flaws in their construction. Why are they so difficult to take apart or repair, yet so fragile and easy to destroy? Why are they built in the open? Are they inviting the beasts to more easily crush them underfoot and devour them? Why does he even know, or care, about architecture?

>>6280896
Then (after he discards that final question before it begins to seriously bother him), a thought strikes Rojodaz, a bolt of brilliance from the blue, a way to, with any luck, at last rid himself the irritating balls of fluff and their never-ending pursuit. It is reasonable, after all, to assume that they follow him to seek shelter. He is great and mighty after all, even if he is not as great and mighty as he wishes to be, and his size and form are more then capable of shielding them from the elements and warding off some of the truly massive beasts that roam the wilderness. Perhaps, if he communicates to them how they might build superior dwellings, ones that are easier to deconstruct, or repair, the little pests will see no further need to take shelter by his body, and at last leave him to his hunts. The question, then, is he how he might communicate it to them. Putting aside the size difference for a moment, he lacks even the required appendages to build in a way that they will be able to replicate. After several moments (or perhaps days) of contemplation, an answer at last comes to him. Much as it galls him, sometime in the period in which he has been followed he has begun to feel a…connection of sorts, forming with the critters. Perhaps, through that connection, he might communicate somehow…

That night, an Onzabra has a very strange dream. In its dream, it feels mightier than it ever has before. Large of frame, long of limb, it leaps from tree to tree, hunting with impunity mighty beasts it could never dream of bringing down alone in its waking hours. Eventually, the Onzabra is seized by a strange, exultant inspiration and, taking apart the remains of its mighty trophies, begins to construct a home, no larger than its waking one, true, but easily built, and sturdy, able to ward off even creatures as large as those it was made from. Then as the suns dip low behind the horizon, and its mighty form curls up in its snug new home to rest, the Onzabra awakens, diminutive and small once again, though no less fierce.

Rojodaz watches in satisfaction as one particular Onzabra springs forth from its hut, eagerly chattering and calling together as many of its comrades as it can at the center of their little, impromptu community. As soon as the meeting breaks up and the little pests dive happily into the underbrush to hunt, Rojodaz rises to his feet. At last, he’ll be free of distractions and interruptions, and none too soon. Sniffing the air once again, his eyes turn Northwest, towards the ever-stronger scent of a hunt with which he might uplift himself. He crouches low, muscles tensing before he springs into motion, hurling himself from the mountain and crossing several swathes of forest in a single mighty leap before he crashes to the earth, cratering the land underfoot before he breaks out into a steady lope, travelling towards a new, hunt, a new challenge, a new opportunity to further uplift himself.

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>>6280899
Unbeknownst to the divine predator, several hours after his departure, and burdened now with mighty prey, the Onzabra convene once again, with that selfsame Onzabra at their head. Now a couple fresh scars richer, he addresses the crowd once more, as brimming with enthusiasm as he was after he first awoke from his slumber.

“Palaza, Onzaro et Onzara, arz mava ra polo terezo, hova roso ay tros nata za tur qen nel tur ostoza. Ay mitro ta avala hetso tila Rojodaz zaroda! Zar matana ve wer ta morvunu, bagala ve tona trivosa, habata, ma fola met nerutu convara mepata! Toror ban gorak et paraden, fod mola retalapo, toror ban yeleda ra xetawa nome et wera, tia met qapat extor pursinu tur tilawa nu zar catakna exetta! Ogway vo Rojodaz!”
(Thank you, brothers and sisters, for acceding to my request, for now I shall tell you the truth of the matter. I have received a vision from the Red Hunter himself! He visited me in my dreams, blessing me with wisdom, knowledge, of how we might build new homes! They are sturdy and defensible, but more importantly, they are easier to break down and rebuild, so we might better follow the great one on his sacred hunts! Praise the Red Hunter!)

“““OGWAAAAY VO ROJODAZ!”””
(PRAAAAISE THE RED HUNTER!)

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Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>6277937
Driftsome was Ejpto’Jsjt, gone dreariness be. Ejpto’Jsjt danced downward, upward, lost unto rhythm were they. So excited they were, so in whimsy wracked, Ejpto’Jsjt could contain it not, and so, burst!

SNAP!

Thus a tube shunted, flung, tumbling. One anew emerged upon its origin, but was of interest none. No, mattered more what was to be lost, what was to be won! A thing anew, a thing imbalanced, of wind without temperance, of noise without symphony!

None other than Jut!

>Ejpto’Jsjt moves one hex south from (3,5) to (3,6), [1/4] speed left
>Ejpto’Jsjt moves one hex north from (3,6) to (3,5), [0/4] speed left
>Ejpto’Jsjt attempts to Create a Hero unit, Jut, on (2,6), (-2 DI), [8 DI] left

>>6280937
Alas, t'was a birth still...

>>6277945
making a correction

>[MA][DI]
Claim 17,8

>[MA][DI]
Build settlement at 17,7

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6278579
Village construction

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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6277906
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>Major: [Claim] [DI] - Claim the swamp hex <30,27>, and the two Tar Pit subterrain hexes <29,28>, and <31,29>
>Major: [Create Settlement] - The Bablial Ziggeraut - on <31,29>. Using Wood, mud, tar, and the tried and true methods of stacking enough detritus together to make something grander.

>Unit Action [God Unit]: Slink into the swamp and seas before emerging out of the murky waters of the swamp <28,28> and attack Serratosaur
Rolling Strength Check.

Got virtually no time this week, flying by the seat of our pants, proper fluff posts later.

>>6274315
>>6277906

Once, the Listeners were scoundrel, primitive, thoughtless and frail creatures: Aimless scavenging bottom feeders of this world. But one fateful day, their nomadic tribe wandered upon the great spore heaps of these winding valleys, to the discovery of The Lake of Communion.

Aeylan was the first to discover the lake, bathing in its pure waters and feeling its vitality invigorate his body. Emerging from the sacred lake, Aeylan's eyes shifted colors, and his mycelium veins radiated with power. The Whisper had chosen him.

His fellowship joined him in the waters. Though they did not assume the same powers, this purity gifted them all with understanding, a shared voice, and a sudden disgust of their own natural form. From here on out, these myconids were Listeners, and were to be birthed from the waters of the Lake of Communion.

>Claim [MA] [1 DI] - (14,12) (15,12) (11,13)

The bodies of the Listeners take well to the spore clouds, as their Sporeology ability grants them immunity to the lethal effects of the Hytox Mushroom, making these clouds a comfortable sanctuary.

>Build Village [MA] [1 DI] - (14,12) - The Lake of Communion
>Preq-Tech: Metamorphosis & Spores Domains, Sporeology
>Preq-Resources: Wood, Medicinal, Hytox Spores
> Hopefully combining my Sporeology and the Hytox Spores to use them to improve the population growth with this settlement. Can be a project if this isn't something my ability would inherently provide the capability of, but also not expecting some huge effect.

Surrounding the sacred Lake of Communion, Aeylan, the First Host, and his listeners get to work. Aeylan's unique gifts lend well to transforming the scarce collections of his people into suitable homes, forming bulbous and dome-like abodes around the hidden lake. With the medicinal properties of the mushrooms here, and breathing in the Hytox Spores, these abodes are invigorating and rejuvenating for the reborn myconid-folk to rest in. They birth and bathe their kin in the lake's waters, allowing it to seep the Whisper's, and Hytox Mushrooms, spores into their bodies in a pleasant concoction.

>[Unit Move] Aeylan the First Host to (10,15)

With home established, Aeylan will not rest easy as he watches generates pass, and his body withstand. There must be more out there to help his people, and he will not pass without his name being adjacent to greatness.

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Trudging through the mushroom wilds, Aeylan discovers an alien realm of hard mushroom-trees, topped in a canopy of strangely large spores. Hidden in its depths, the not!mushroom trees shake and heave, as something great moves within. Aeylan and his small crew advance, investigating the beast.

>[MI] [Communicate] Gliraximum
>Heed Thyself, great beast! You stand in the presence of Aeylan the First Host, Vessel of the Whisper, leader of The Listeners. Us shroomfolk shall crawl amongst the mud and its insects no longer, know that we stand as equals amongst you great one! Feel our presence and know it to be true!

>[UI] [Spellcast] [2DI] Gliraximum
>Aeylan sprays forth a volley of spores, festering fungus onto the body of this Primal, attempting to use the Sporeology ability to share the thoughts, feelings, and hearing all the Listener's minds, to create a shared understanding that may make converting him an easier process.

>>6277906
>MA DI claim 13,15
>MA DI claim 11,14 12,15

Let the mountains be claimed so that we may toil in stone

Let more forest be ours so that their fruits are harvested each season

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>6281093
Dice, of the singular variety!

Rolled 1, 4 = 5 (2d10)

>>6281086
>>6281098
(Resistance rolls, first one is for Serratosaur, second one is for Gliraximum)

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God game turn 1,

Major action, raise the academy of Avadmet

The Academy of Contemplation is founded a solemn sanctuary of law, reason, and ritual combat where towering spires of pale stone rise into the sky. Here, the scions of Aegiron and the chosen wielders of his divine implements gather where within its hallowed halls, they engage in rigorous discourse over the balance between justice and mercy, the boundaries of oaths, and the price of broken honor.

Trial by debate, meditation beneath the starlit sky and formalized duels will be practiced here in equal measure. Here Grudges are not allowed to fester instead they are settled through structured contest.

Major Action: Claim Tiles 4,9 and 6,9

Recognizing the need for more land, the Blade of Edicts lays solemn claim to the rolling plains and rugged hills around the academy.

Rolled 6, 7 = 13 (2d10)

>>6280322
(Alright, no sign of Varkhuz so I'm going to auto-roll for his defense. First roll for first attack and second for second, of course.)

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>>6277906
GOD ACTIONS
Aegiron
2 hexes claimed.
Though not much to speak of for the time being in terms of magnificence and size, Avadmet serves as a fine enough place for those who wield your divine blades to meet their fellows, learn, and grow skilled in the wielding of their blades, so they might go out into the world better able to mete out justice in the name of their god and his code. Avadmet built.

Catarina
1 hex claimed.
While you journey South, to break bread with your fellow deities, your wolfmen clear cut a swathe of the forests in which they make their home, erecting an icy, snow-filled village in the alpine wilderness with surprising dexterity, considering their large frames and hairy mitts. Winter Peak built.

Daemupochu
2 hexes claimed
You spread a thick blanket of vitality across the surrounding landscape, transforming the already lush jungle into a flourishing green paradise, overflowing with massive, primeval plant life unlike any seen elsewhere, save perhaps the Elderwoods themselves. Verdant terraformed (going to take a bit longer to actually get the icons for the new terrains created and added into the program, so please just take them as terraformed for the time being, even if there isn’t a visual indicator just yet).

Drakatron
2 hexes claimed.
It is a shoddy, primitive, and most importantly destitute construction that is utterly unworthy of you, but it is, at the very least, a functional settlement in which your equally unworthy minions can live. Dragon Rock built.

Ejpto’Jsjt
You dip and dance merrily around the boar as it happily prances after you, clearly enthralled by your music! It’s not got the best sense of rhythm, and it clipped you with one of those tusks at one point, but never let it be said that you don’t appreciate enthusiasm! Boarbarosso’s Obstinance is now 1/3.
Unfortunately, your attempts to bring forth a new companion are less successful. Jut Create Unit Spell failed, 1 DI refunded.

Ervenbloud
2 hexes claimed.
Your minions, with their bodies of molten rock, are enthralled by the beating of your pyroclastic heart, and have an easy time finding livable quarters in the lava tubes that are as naturally habitable to them as they are to you. Molten Provenance built.

Harbour
2 hexes claimed.
Unfortunately, still rattled by their experiences beyond the mountain range, your Gladebound, while grateful for the protection you provide, do not seem to be in quite the right state of mind to appreciate your gifts and teachings. Bond Harnessing Develop Spell failed, 1 DI refunded.
Nevertheless, you have a duty to them, and thus you travel South, binding a massive, snowy white feline you found stalking the frigid wastes uncomfortably close to your people. Jaganteo bound.

Hozumi
Your people, as is rather typical of them, seem more interested in pranking the local wildlife and lazing about then constructing an inn for you, unfortunately. Hidden Ancient Inn Build Spell failed, 1 DI refunded.
Thankfully, as is also rather typical of them, they take enthusiastically to your newly taught magic, seeing the easy opportunities for trickery that it might provide with proper mastery. Before long your tanuki cavort throughout the wilderness in great processions, transforming into all manner of creatures and objects and thoroughly befuddling any would-be predators. Shapeshifting developed.
You shroud the lands to your east in the mists of your own trickery and illusions. With any luck, your mists will be able to keep any would-b troublemakers at bay for the time being. Nirvana, Grand Illusion cast.

Huáng
1 hex claimed.
While still a bit primitively constructed, at least according to your own exacting standards, a pagoda is, undoubtedly, a pagoda, and it will serve for the time being as a place of rest and meditation for the disciples of Mount Ao, as well effective protection from the threats no doubt lurking outside. Mount Ao Sect Pagoda built.
In the meantime, you build some further defensive measures yourself, drilling several crisscrossing, interconnected tunnels through the earth beneath your disciples. A, with any luck, safe means of transport for any future travelers and dignitaries who might need to travel to and from your sect.

Laqura
3 hexes claimed.
As you return the water for the sake of maintaining your structural integrity, the Granchpolpo begin to wander about, burbling happily and constructing some surprisingly complex homes, considering they are, in essence, sandcastles held together by patches of clay. Tidemark built.

Laurelios
1 hex claimed.
At last, yet another wears the Divine Right, one worthier then any other. May his works be equally great. Successfully worn by Makrópnoos.
In the meantime, your shades, groaning all the while about how back in THEIR day they would have had a thousand servants to do such work for them, construct the beginnings of what might, one day, with a whole lot of elbow grease, come to resemble a palace. If, for the time being, it just so happens to bear a strikingly close resemblance to a barrow then it is entirely coincidence. Cradle of Royalty built.

Lithic
2 hexes claimed.
While you communicate with neighbouring deities, your Lithoforms continue to gather resources, putting their easily shifted physiology to use cutting down shrubs, trees, herbs, and any other vegetation unfortunate enough to find itself in their path. Wood Gathering developed.

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Lys
You strengthen your ties to home you’ve only just made for yourself. All the better to allow you to drive out and reject any who would seek to steal the Liten away from the safety of your protective sanctuary and out into the harsh, uncaring world that lurks just beyond your borders. Not a Realm, a Home developed.
Your beacon grows ever brighter, shining out from the mountaintop and calling out, like magic, to any other deities who would wish to speak with you, bound in place though you might be. Light’s Peak developed.

Makrópnoos
2 hexes claimed
As you place the crown atop your head, you feel your body overflowing with energy, the differences slight for the time being, but still noticeable. Laurelios successfully worn.
Though as simplistic as one might expect, your people show the craftiness you would expect of them, taking your tutelage to heart and constructing primitive, but sturdy, homes for themselves that pass your cursory inspections. ἀρχή built.

Mortrose
Though your mud-made soldiers are barely cognizant, and their construction is thus shoddy, their tireless efforts are an efficiency unto itself, and eventually sufficient muck, wood, and various other unmentionables are piled up in such a way that it might, perhaps, be mistaken for one massive structure. The Bablial Ziggeraut built.
You slink through the mud and muck, your amorphous body serving as excellent camouflage as you approach the massive, blood-red saurian that stalks the swamps, searching for its next meal. This day, however, it finds the table turned on it as you surge out of the mire below, latching suddenly sharp and jagged teeth and claws around its throat and drag out, roaring and flailing, into the swamp. Serratosaur’s Vitality is now 7/13

Mutare
2 hexes claimed.
Even as you speak with your neighbours, you assist your people in the construction of a spire, within which they might live, communicate, and study in peace. Though not quite worthy of the name just yet, it still towers above the trees surrounding it. The Hive Spire built.

Patior
3 hexes claimed.

Rojodaz
2 hexes claimed
Exettakal built

St. Aster
2 hexes claimed.
Unfortunately, it seems your would-be creation is a bit too blasphemous for the world to tolerate, for the time being. Perhaps another time. The Eye Create Unit Spell failed, 1 DI refunded.
While your attempts to create a body-blocker unfortunately do not come to fruition, the heaven successfully judges another sinner, striking home with wrathful accuracy on the mighty creature you detected skulking around the overgrown ruins to the south. Eudaeleal’s Vitality is now 9/13

The Beast
3 hexes claimed.
Unfortunately, for the time being it seems the ichor has not enhanced the intellect of the creatures under your thrall sufficiently, as they struggle to construct anything more advanced than the more typical dens and burrows of their respective species. Hearthtree of the Ichor Grove Build Spell failed, 1 DI refunded.
You sing as you swing, your axe finding purchase in the creature before you, some kind of silvery, luminescent three-legged jellyfish that seems to dance across the landscape in time with your tune, swaying all the while. Unfortunately, its swaying makes it a big difficult to hit, and though you still find purchase you are unable to grievously wound it. Occuleih’s Vitality is now 9/13

The Door
2 hexes claimed.
On a distant shore, another door, of a like with yourself but distinctly smaller, mysteriously shimmers into existence, appearing set in place on solid foundations, as if it had existed there to begin with. Portal Built.
Their material concerns allayed by the presence of a portal to a strange green landscape laden with trees (and rather large beasts, but never let a giant, carnivorous wild animal stop you from getting some good wood, as one Sestan always says), your people get to work with expert carpentry skills, building some simple, but effective, shelters in which they can rest and think. Mire built.

The Highlander
Armed once again with a suitable blade, you travel north, returning to find that the violent, flesh-eating ogres that you subjugated upon your arrival in this world have built…well…something resembling a village, at least. You dub it Glenfinnan, hopefully it will grow to better suit the name. Glenfinnan built.
Then, you get to work. It is the same in this new world as it was in your old one, if the strength radiating off the sapient sword you’ve contracted with is any indicator, and you will need to grow stronger, should you wish to face more entities as strong as your already enhanced self. Perhaps these newly developed powers will be able to help with that. Strengthening partially developed.

The Unwanted
For the time being, it seems, you will remain alluring to yourself alone, as your attempts to spread that allure to any of the surrounding creatures just seems to offput and disturb them. The stunk is, tragically, not acceptance, but rejection. Mind Flaying Develop Spell failed, 1 DI refunded.
Fortunately, your attempts to accompany your followers down the correct path bear much finer fruit, brief flashes of your presence and divinity seeming to drive the devotion of the Refuges to greater heights, as they seek out new acts of supplication and prayer with which they might praise you. Seekers of the End developed.
Though you’re a bit late to the party, you thankfully have time to send your new friend into a quiet, restful slumber, one so comfortable he will never wake up from it. Diadeus slain.

The Whisper
3 hexes claimed.
Your people find the fungal forests a comfortable abode in their new, transformed bodies, and find the lake to be even more so, its water reinvigorating their bodies and spirits in a way they had never been before. The Lake of Communion built.
You journey southwest, finding, ensconced in illusory mist that confounds your senses, a massive furry rodent, idly munching on grass and seemingly unconcerned by the mists surrounding it, its long, scaled tail slapping idly against the ground. As your spores cover it, however, it squeals in alarm head swinging wildly around in search of the aggressor. -2 to the FV of Affinity resistance rolls?

tsss
3 hexes claimed.
Though they cut at the hands of their wielders, the intentionally sharpened tips of these stabbers pierce like nothing mortal, allowing the Kikka to hunt the creatures wandering the desert dunes with contemptuous ease, provided they are willing to endure a considerable amount of blood loss in the process. ssstabbers developed.
There’s no greater joy then introducing someone to the wonders of stabbing, and thus today is one of your happiest days! Though the blood loss seems to have unfortunately gotten him in the end, your sure your serpentine pal appreciated the stabbings you so generously gave him, in his final moment. Diadeus slain.

Varkhuz
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch. 9 damage taken.

Ͼ-Arkatassus
Unfortunately, the bindings that shackle you are mighty indeed, as your divine might proves insufficient to shatter them, for the time being. Unrestricted Evolution Develop Spells failed, 2 DI refunded.
While you do not manage to evolve, your body is evidently mighty enough as is, and you lay into the fleshy god before you with bestial abandon, tearing great chunks of bloody meat and bone from his body. 9 damage inflicted in Varkhuz.

Rolled 10, 6, 4, 8, 9 = 37 (5d10)

PRIMAL ACTIONS
Boarbarosso
Stricken mad by the horrific music, the boar makes one more last ditch attack in the hopes of freeing itself from the hellish noise. (Boarbarosso attacks, it rolls the first dice).

Diadeus
R.I.P

Eudaeleal
Roaring, the monster, some gargantuan, quadrupedal mixture between canine, feline, and reptile whose features are largely obscured by extensive scarring and a massive stone helm and harness barrels towards its finally discovered aggressor, claws outstretched. (Eudaeleal attacks, it rolls the second dice).

Gliraximum
Suddenly finding itself engulfed in spores, the (paradoxically) massive rodent lets out a squeak of fear and practically dives into the earth, a veritable stream of dirt pouring out behind it (Gliraximum Constructs a Warren).

Jaganteo
The great feline finds itself bound in place, for the time being. (Jaganteo cannot move or act until Harbour’s binding expires, it is attacked, or the binding is otherwise interrupted.)

Occuleih
Once silvery and thin, the jellyfish-like creature suddenly inflates, glowing a bright, warm orange as its tendrils seem to almost absentmindedly lash out at the aggressor. (Occuleih switches phases and attacks, it rolls the third dice).

Serratosaur
Pulling itself free from the muck, and getting over its initial surprise, the cold-blooded, near-demonic reptilian’s jaws seem to somehow curl into a malicious, leering grin before it strikes down into the muck beneath its feet, seeking fresh blood and flesh. (Serratosaur attacks, it rolls the fourth and fifth dice).

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Rolled 9, 4, 8, 4 = 25 (4d10)

>>6281204
>MA1 [DI] - Counter claim 20,8 and 20,9
Already the outside world encroaches. Strange beings lurk amidst the trees, insectoid wings and wide eyes staring. Lys bears them no ill will, but they fall under the influence of another god, and so are an unknown. Gently, her light extends to pierce the darkness of the trees, her will flowing over the land and cleansing it of this Other's influence. The mortals may stay, or they may go, but she will not allow possible danger to lurk on her doorstep. They must step into the light, or be banished into the darkness afield.

>MA2 - (DI x 2) - Not a Home, a Refuge [Safety]
Her people will not have their safety jeopardized, not while she yet shines upon this mountain. Her light becomes ever-brighter, and with it, her will suffuses the land ever deeper. Let none sway or endanger her realm, shining and eternal.
>upgrading last turns tech.

>>6281204
With the foundations laid for what will surely one day be a mighty empire, Drakatron wanders to the south, following his more esoteric senses...
Minor action: Drakatron moves to 33,20

There, he finds something most interesting indeed. A wicked grin splits his features as he beholds the primal, Coenabalu. For a brief second, he locks eyes with the beast, and considers letting it keep it's miserable life in exchange for it's servitude. Then it looks away, as if in dismissal, and Drakatron sees red.
"SIMPLE MINDED WRETCH! MY MINIONS SHALL FEAST ON YOUR FLESH, AND I UPON YOUR ESSENCE!" Drakatron roars.
Major Action: Drakatron Attacks Coenabalu (DI)

Meanwhile, back at Dragon Rock, the Sharpclaw busy themselves learning how better to hurt, that they might better take.
Major Action: Develop Primitive Weapons

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>6281237
Fucked up the die, haven't done this in a while

>>6281208
>>6280937
The Highlander moves birth to the dancing noisy god of the northern hexes of the island.

"You dancing one. This land must be tended by only one of us. I do not trust the hands of another immortal to not cause consequences while we both make this land our domain.
I say to you, I challenge you to a duel of honourable combat. Whoever shall be the victor will tend to the others mortals, but may speak of no words of this battle.
Do you accept or shall you flee from this island? Ignore me and I shall assume the disrespect as acceptance."

"

>>6281246

Aegiron would accompany the firt of the oathbound to oversee the duel

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>>6281218
Changing Action 2 to-

>MA2 - (DI x 2) - Build Settlement on 20,8 - The Hidden Forest

The Liten need a roof over their head, and take to the newly enlightened lands with wary steps and wide eyes. There, feeble treehouses are erected, their construction aided by the light of Lys where possible.

Rolled 8, 9 = 17 (2d10)

>>6281218
suddenly lithic notices a sudden dark shift in the light, the peaceful tone shatters and lithic senses Mutare being encroached on by the the light, the many mortals under them pushed from their new homes as the beam rakes over them unjustly. enraged by the sudden destruction when the morning had just begun Lithic embraces the warrior of old, their forms shifts growing larger forming a great chrystaline humanoid, equiped with a chrystaline buckler and a long shimmering two handed claymore. They order praxus to stay and guard their sibblings, then briefly apologizes to the icy human "Im sorry to cut off the conversation but i sense a great injustice afoot ill haveta postpone this lovely conversation" not waiting for a replay Lithic bolts towards his target
>Unit move Lithic [19,8]
LIthic rushes past forests and ignores the mortals who do not deserve their wrath as lithic takes the fight to the light of destruction
>Unit Attack action against the light
Lithic swings a charged blast of piezo electric energy from their claymore in a swing the blast souring towards the corona of lys.
"cease your encroachment upon Mutares land yah bright shiny bastard"

>>6281315
this is of the spirit category

Rolled 8, 5, 2, 1, 7 = 23 (5d10)

>>6281207
[MA] [DI x 1]
Claim 20,9 20,8
Mutare can feel the attack on the realm she has claimed, the godling west has unprovoked sought to undo the work she has done. This will not be allowed to stand, as Mutare attempts to regain control from Lys

>Develop [MA] [1 x DI] - <spell Title: Spirit concentration>
>Preq-Tech: spirit
>Preq-Resources: spirit
<increase the base damage of raw spellcraft attacks>
<allows the caster to tap into the raw power of divine energy and increase the destructive potential of the raw magical attack>


[UI]
Mutare move to [20,8] 2x DI [RANGED] spell attack lys [spirit]
Drawing from within the radiant moth, attacks with baleful shining moth light that slams into the stalwart godling, not targeting physical form but the essence of the kindred.

Seeing the crystaline godling lythic come to her aid, Mutares mentally calls out to him, thanking him for his assistance in her moment of need.

To Lys, Mutare sends the mental message, "I do not wish to quarrel with you, Kindred of the mountain, but you have tried to steal that which is not yours and attacked what is mine without provocation. Return what you have taken or face my response."

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Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6281204
The Uplifter surveils the settlement he has taught the humans to build and purses his lips. While it wasn't bad with the resources they had, it could be better, but they really didn't have much to work with except beasts of burden and some textiles. This had to be fixed and Makrópnoos knew exactly where to look. He sat down a little away from the settlement and closed his eyes in meditation, looking Northeast at and swamp and further in that direction at some forests. Focusing his mind on them, he felt his influence permeate them and change them in a way similar to these grasslands: under his vigil.

>MA 1: Terraform (19,15) and (17.15) for 1 DI

Of course, laying claims to more resources wasn't all that these people needed. They needed to be able to protect themselves yet lacked the means to do it currently. While he could show them the art of weaponsmithing he had a task much more urgent to do currently and needed to cultivate an exceptional talent. His gaze fell upon a man clad in furs who was greater than the others, both in body and in mind. Whatever he did or made it was like he not only KNEW how the pieces fell together but had the conviction to simply...make it happen. The man could wrestle beasts twice his size and knew how to best them when pure strength wasn't enough.

He was, however, very brazen, and while this could be useful to Makrópnoos he would probably get himself killed out of recklessness eventually. So all the deity had to do was share a little Foresight with...

>MA 2: Create the Hero ἰσχύς(Ischus) for 2 DI

His inner eye went back North again, and he saw the Primal beast dozing off quietly, possibly unaware of the deities near it. But the giant god was very much aware of it, and had placed the settlement in such a way that it couldn't reach it. It was a danger that had to be taken care of and so Makrópnoos began to strain his ability to see the future and burned some of his life force to figure out its weaknesses.

>God Unit Action: Use Foresight to boost Strength for 4 vitality.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>6281209
> MI. Harvest the crest of Diadeus, for later!
tsss likes the shiny stabby snake bit! tsss will take it!
> MA. DI2. Pantheon with Nugar the Unwanted
tsss has met a friend! friend has taught tsss about hugs and helping! tsss does not understand details, but will probably help with stabbing?
> MA. DI. Phantom Prophet Project with Nugar
tsss is confused about the helping of people, but tsss likes the part where people stab each other! friend is trying to make people better! tsss makes people better at stabbing! everyone is happy!
> tsss zooms away! wheee!

>>6281393
tsss rolls to a stop. tsss looks around. tsss is confused, place very similar to home.

>>6281211

> Terraform [MA]
> Claim: (19, 6), (28, 5)
As the Gladebound continue to explore and learn the lay of the land beyond the mountains, Harbour feels a strong bond to the West, claiming it, to understand it further. Is it one of the horrors the refugees spoke of? Or was it more? She did not intend to hold it, only to understand it.

> Terraform [MA]
> Claim: (27, 4)
And as the tundra is understood, and traveling from the Glade to the outside becomes more common, so too does traveling the mountain. Its crests, its peaks, and its trails become only one more part of the life of the Gladebound.

>>6281204
>[UM] Move God Unit to (24, 9)
As Rojodaz bounds across the frigid wastes, a rumbling growl rises up in his throat, his jaws stretching out into a feral, toothy grin as the scent grows stronger and strong until, eventually, he rounds a mountain and, in the dip of a valley that hangs between it and one of its fellows, spots his quarry. He bolts forward, eschewing the advantage of surprise and seeking to close the distance as quickly as possible, striking while the beast is still confused. The earth rumbles with every footfall, and still it does not turn to face him. This will, perhaps, be a disappointing hunt, if the game’s senses are so deficient, but Rojodaz nevertheless continues, eating up more ground before finally sinking into a crouch, sliding that last few hundred meters into the optimal distance as his haunches tense, preparing to carry him forward in one lightning fast, lunging pounce…then, Rojodaz pauses. For a moment he simply remains in his crouch, examining the still, unmoving figure before him.

Then, his body slowly uncoils and he rises up from his crouch, padding in a wide semi-circle as he examines his would-be prey. Something seems…off. It is nearly of a size with himself, and based on its stance, the curved saber teeth extending down from its muzzle, and the way its pelt camouflages it against the snow, it is clearly a hunter, like himself. Yet it could not detect his approach? Not to mention the…oddities of its physical state. It seems tensed to explode into motion, errant twitches in its musculature visible here and there, and yet it remains as still as a statue, unmoving even as another predator circles closer. It is only when Rojodaz completes his circuit, and arrives before the feline’s head, that he at last understands. Its eyes desperately roll in their sockets, bouncing from one detail to the next before, as Rojodaz enters their field of vision, locking on to him, glaring with a mixture of confusion, hostility, and raw, naked, animal fear. This hunter has been held fast, trapped by some unseen force.

Then, as Rojodaz puts his senses to work, sniffing at the air, straining his eyes and ears, trying to catch any hint of what might already have a claim on his would-be prey, he perceives…something to the near north, caught by some newfound sensory ability, never before exercised. The entity feels paradoxically familiar and yet unknown to him, and buried deep within Rojodaz some core, some essence, seems to thrum with recognition. Confused, he shakes his head, attempting to dislodge the strange sensation, and turns his head to face the presence, his first words guttural and bestial, unsure and prickly, yet imbued with an inborn wisdom the wild god himself has not yet fully grasped.


>>6281611
>[MI] [Communicate] Harbour
“Rrrreveal yourself. Whatever manner of beast you may be, Rrrrojodaz has sensed you already. He wishes to hunt this prrrrey, and would know if you alrrrready intend to do so.”

>>6281658

> [MI] Communicate
A beast with a voice, one without. You. You wish rid of this being, but will this be all? Will you hunt lesser things? Are you one such terror? Be it, you shall be sealed away, but if not...
This is prey. To you, meaning it to be of worth, and not a burden. Had I not held it, it would have gone, so aid me in ridding of this creature, and you will have your price. Perhaps, even, your strength would come in use. Let us rid of this terror, and we shall speak more. You wear its coat, but you are more. Such as I.

Go then. Hunt. I shall aid, as I am able in my functions.

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>>6281204
>Move from (2,26) to (6,24)
>Terraform [MA] [2 DI] - (8,24)
Huáng looks beyond the mists of space, and sees two things of interest.
A great beast, of gigantic, spiky proportions. And another mountain that would make for a perfect secondary pagoda.
He lifts up into the sky, flying over a cloud, hands clasped behind his back.


>Construct [UI] [1 DI] - Caves Of Wandering
>2 Roads, (3,25), (4,25)
Along his route, he allows his blade to dangle from his cloud, and it cleaves a path out of the mesas themselves, the rock simply forming bridges where gaps used to be.

>>6281393
>>6281395
"Sectmaster Huáng of the Mount Ao sect greets you, stranger" an old man called out, floating over a cloud, a stabby implement in his hand.
"Have you too escaped the turning of the wheel? Or are you a wholly new creation of this world?"

>>6281611
(Slight adjustments to the claims.)
Harbour feels a strong bond to the West, claiming it, to understand it further. Is it one of the horrors the refugees spoke of? Or was it more? She did not intend to hold it, only to understand it.
Yet more than that, the south calls as well, the place from where her charges came. Searching to the south, wide, green pastures call, and so she answers, claiming them as well.
> Unit Movement
> Harbour (23, 8)

(> Terraform [MA]
> Claim: (19, 6), (22, 12)

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6281204
>[MA] [DI]
Claim 16,8 18,7

>[MA][2 DI]
Create hero Geada, an ice golem, at 17,7

>[MI]
move to 21,7

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Rolled 3, 1, 1, 2, 3 = 10 (5d10)

>>6281204
Lo, Ejpto’Jsjt found Jut lost. ‘ere to be Jut was, never was Jut to be. A thing wilting, a thing languishing! Of grief, of sublimation descendant..

Yet… as such a limb sat quivering, bereft pneuma betwixt pneumatic motion, was it gone? Of truth? Of sight? Perhaps not. Perhaps could another become, could trod beside, could venture so to coincide that piece of Ejpto’Jsjt without, within. Thus then need was stupendous!

Insight! Wrongness there was, in Jut, peace reckon therewith. Ejpto’Jsjt pondered, dancing, not noticing, not in certainty, as that swine’s tusk skewered it longways. Ornery it was. Ejpto’Jsjt kept up a tempo, a maelstrom of sound cascading. Was it enough? Was even it a thing at all of import? Perhaps not…

Mayhap could find it a friend in Ejpto’Jsjt, yet!

>Ejpto’Jsjt triggers Thunderous Racket, encompassing the Primal on (4,5), free action, (rolling 2d10, first two dice)
>Ejpto’Jsjt attempts to Convert the Primal Boarbarosso on (4,5), (rolling 2d10, second two dice)

Ejpto’Jsjt in pondering partook of sights, of sounds. Many a thing there was, all of them strange, in all fluids bloated, in all limbs rigid. Not one chorusward, seldom rhythmic, seldom still redolent in noise, in visage. Ejpto’Jsjt sought to know, to turn inward and outward, to understand. Time flickered, doldrums ground on.

Lo, Ejpto’Jsjt gazed on Jut… Joy! Now, knowing! Now, reckoning! Jut was not ably real to be for one reason. Jut lacked eyes! Only but one, of Ejpto’Jsjt’s stature, where those here bore two or many. A sequel, then, was needed, twosome… Of two eyes! Of two protuberances! Imbalances so crawled forth. Joy yet! An excuse for a vent! Inspiration, taken! From such swine’s tusks, a design heatproof!

A second limb lost, then shuddered Jus’Jut!

>Ejpto’Jsjt attempts to Create a Hero unit, Jus’Jut, on (2,6), (-2 DI), [7 DI left], (rolling 1d10, last dice)

>>6281246
Ejpto'Jsjt spun in place, pondering. That odd one approached, be it nimble, be it quick! In its grip did shimmer, did shine a blade. Cyclopean. Familiar. So much grander a rush from that threat it posed.

That odd one spoke. Its sole noise organ brought a variety of feelings: dismay at monotony, curiosity at tone, wonderful, sumptuous, grand terror again at its pitch. Forsook such misgivings Ejpto'Jsjt did, focused on instead intent Ejpto'Jsjt was. This then, was a threat? A threat it was! One in suspense, one awaiting response!

Ejpto'Jsjt fathomed, reducing volume to better articulate.

"Challenge to a mutual clash of concordance? Lo, this is a thing joyful, a thing bright and beauteous! Overawed, overtook am I. Alas, unworthy am I! My music be found paltry against thy strength, against thy blade. Such a performance would fall short, fall halfway, fail to satisfy."

One tube shifted, blowing its fire away from Highlander.

"Leave, will I? Perhaps not, no, not yet. An island is no more of meaning than those friends on it. Another there is, is there, that I am desirous to take forewith! Boarbarosso! Our friend of bacon dances so splendidly yet, does it not? Stubborn it is, all so happier will it be when it finds a place in our symphony."

One tube shunted, blowing its wind toward far horizons.

"Leave, I will! Of surety, of certainty. Once our friend Boarbarosso is dancing to my tune. Not sooner, nay. I ask but another Epoch, or so, or such, then will I go."

>>6281704

"No, choose now. Leave this place or honourable combat will commence."

>>6281712

As he waited for the response of the noisy god, the Highlander expanded the lands for the ogres and continued work on the Strengthening spell to increase the strength of the caster if they hold the strength domain

>Claim (4,7)
>Use 1 DI on spell development continuation of the strengthening spell

>>6281674
>[MI] [Communicate] Harbour
The bestial god's lips curl back into a disgusted scowl at the thought, as he regards to diminutive horned deity. "Rrrrojodaz does not hunt the weak and pathetic. They would make poor sport, unable to uplift Rrrrojodaz through the strrruggle for survival. Even should he starve, Rrrrojodaz would not stoop to such a low, unless they turn their teeth and claws against him."

Rojodaz snorts with something resembling amusement at the threat, before settling back into another crouch, preparing to pounce and break the great feline from its bindings, so that the natural struggle might truly begin. “You are frrree to try and do so, little crrrreature, Rrrrojodaz would welcome the challenge. For now, though, if you do not wish to devour it and grrrrow then Rrrrojodaz will. Your assistance is not needed.”

>>6281712
"I see thy intent, thy implement sharp, thy avarice shining in twin eyes. A boar skewered, an island seized, a tide of gore momentous in size, fetid in skein, fit to sweep this world of yours over."

The tubes swiveled, tense and tremulous.

"All of it I care not for, but you shan't take my swine. Not in ease, not in peace. Swing, then! Show me this weight of thy honour, sword and wielder."

Rolled 7, 5, 5 = 17 (3d10)

>>6281238
>>6281695
(Rolling Coenabalu (I find Drakatron attacking Coenabalu deeply ironic for reasons that will likely be made clear shortly) and Boarbarosso's resistance rolls. First two dice are Coenabalu, third is Boarbarosso.)

>>6281675

Within the spikes there is an eye, or rather the illusion of one, painted onto the densely packed spines at the center of the creature. It regards you, spines swaying gently in the desert wind until the word "wheel". Then there is an explosion of noise that a distant future might be described as a dozen running chainsaws in a blender. It takes a moment to understand the words within.

"tsss stab wheel! stab and stab and stab and!" Words dissolve into pure screeching for a full minute before returning. "and stab! then break wheel! and make bits into stabby bits and stab wheel with wheel! where wheel!? tsss will stab it!"

Rolled 1, 4 + 1 = 6 (2d10 + 1)

>>6281720
"If the sword wishes to join us, it will. He only oversees that this battle remains honourable for now."

The Highlander runs at the noisy god and attempts to grasp his two tentacled heads. This one will be torn asunder."


>The Highlander attacks the noisy god with 1DI with his absorbing strike ability (2d10+3)

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>6281733

It didn't roll the 1d3 correctly

>>6281732
The venerable old man nearly takes a step back, his blade already half-unsheathed, before he sheathes it with a smile.
"Indeed, such a force of nature you are. Might I ask what it is you intend upon this realm now that you have landed?"

>>6281735
The great death urchin twitches.

"tsss must find big wheel and stab it! then tsss maybe find other smaller wheels to stab. tsss also hear about..." There is a hacking, shuddering noise. "balls. tsss will stab all balls too! then tsss will find..."

This continues for a concerningly long time.

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>>6281737
"A primordial force of stabbing... how intriguing" Huáng ruminates, stroking his long white beard.

He then points in the direction of the southwest.
"Would you like to join me for a cup of tea as we discuss this interest of yours? Doubtless, we can find a great many topics that intersect the orbits of your interest and mine. Enlightenment and knowledge can be found at the bottom of a cup, whether Baijiu or tea, hoh hoh hoh"

>>6281739

The quills of the god point not to the southwest, but the southeast.

"tsss find friend there! hug friend! And rope friend! rope friend verrry sleepy. tsss also sleepy, but make...make...group friend thing?"

The quills of dark urchin all relax at once, and there is a sound not unlike a jackhammer on sheets of metal. It seems the strange creature is...asleep? Perhaps it has already traveled far this day and can travel no further.

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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>6281208
>Unit Action [DI] Occuleih
https://youtube.com/watch?v=aENW02Srvw4

The axe sings along as combat between God and Primal evolves into a strange, yet delicate dance of survival. The tri-tenticled jellied horror bobs and weaves along the edge of the axe blade, as the silver and gold luminescence duke it out among the barren wastes. The rhythmic ritual continues throughout the long, dark nights, and any wandering beast bears witness to a miniature sun dancing with the silvery moon across the heavens, interspersed by falling stars.

And then, as though inspired, Occuleih changes form, transforming from a silvery waif into a golden, glorious dawn, as if to match color of the Beast’s lantern.

And as moon becomes sun, its solar flare gracing the virgin snow, luminescent eyes were enchanted by the sight, the fleeting shadow becoming more vigorous in its pursuit. Slaughter, turns to symphony.

A cold duel becomes a warm duet.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=CQW22EN-F-8&pp=0gcJCfwAo7VqN5tD

>Build Village [MA] [1 DI] [Ichor Grove] - Darkwood
>(3,26)
>Preq-Tech: Forest, Soul, and Change Domains; Ichor Grove
>Preq-Resources: Beasts, Fish

Ichor flows as the Beast’s heart races with anticipation. It is said that the creatures imbibing on it grew a brain three sizes that epoch.

Certainly enough to build something to avoid the Beast’s ire.

>Develop[MA] Foraging
The forest provides its charitable bounty- akin to acorn feeding a squirrel. Surely a creature under the influence of Ichor can follow its enhanced instincts to gather and stockpile socially, right?

Rolled 7, 5, 7, 7 = 26 (4d10)

>>6281204

Arkatassus roars, many heads gnawing on ichor.
This god is weak, already the light of creation is fading from it, an empty and unresponsive shell. It just needs to be cracked open, then the treasure inside retrieved.

Ͼ hums to itself, alien thoughts running through impossible circuitry. All is proceeding acceptably, despite the setback of the previous epoch.


MA+DI: Claim 18, 24 and 16, 24

Arkatassus spreads his influence far, claiming the treasured Oasis at the heart of this desert. Sauria go, running across the sands to claim these fresh new lands, shovelling cactus into their jaws and marvelling at the beauty of the Valbats soaring high above the ground, scraping the clouds themselves.
Others travel to the grasslands, collecting fibres and getting chased by beasts, revelling in the glory of the world around them.
The radiance of the Sun Disk hovers above this territory, a strange light like an unbidden visitor, the Third Sun never sets, though it brightens and dims every so often to allow the mortals to sleep.

MA+2DI: Unrestricted Evolution 1/3

Curses, a hundred curses. Flexing against the binds had not shattered them. Even still, Arkatassus had learned much.

Down here, in this false body, the Hydra was not skilled at directing his own evolution, not as much as he would have been embodied in the Sun Disk.
Such a difficult task requires outsourcing, Arkatassus slides this job over to Ͼ, the invader from another world and unwilling roommate. A ring of acknowledgment is all the response the great hydra receives.

UI+DI: Attack Varkhuz and intercept if movement is attempted

UI+DI: Attack Varkhuz and intercept if movement is attempted

Gnashing teeth, scorching rays of alien starbright, a perfect dance between two very different, but incredibly entwined deities.

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Rolled 9, 6 = 15 (2d10)

>>6281393
>Communication [MI]
Nugar turns his attention to the sharp figure brimming with glee as the creature enters his enteral sleep. Sadden with the outcome, Nugar initially did not understand why the urchin was happy at first, but he slowly began to understand that the being was what he was born to do. Satisfied with his conclusion and guessing his true nature, Nugar smiles at Tss as he pokes a tip of one of his fingers on one of his spikes, a miniscule hint of plague in the form of liquid enters the spike.
"I think I know what you are and would like to witness what that entails, let us be entwine in our fate."

>Terraform [MA][DI] (8,28/7,28)
Nugar's path leading to the primal unintentionally begins to corrupt itself into what Nugar essence is and becomes part of his domain.

>Unit Move [MI] Nugar (8,27)

>>6281675
>Communication [MI]
Noticing someone new in the distance, Nugar's interest is peaked with what he sees since he feels that the unknown being is somewhat similar to himself.
"And who might you be?" Nugar wonders while tilting his head with curiosity.

>Develop [MA][DI] -DI? Phantom Prophet Project with Tsss Part 1
>Pre-Tech:
>Preq-Resources: [Falsehood Domain]
With encountering new beings epoch after epoch, Nugar assumes there will be more and perhaps lesser ones too. He decides that they will need some sort of encouragement to prevail through their trials within the mind and the strange world.... unless it's only those like him. In any case, Nugar waves off that fear and hopes that's not the case as he begins to manifest, concoct what he thinks others might need. BRAVERY and COURAGE as what Tss displayed while interacting with the primal beast. Nugar pricks the layer of his chest, slowly pulling it away, trails of ichor dripping onto the floor until a pop is heard and a large mass of concentrated ichor is pumping at the palm of his hand. He begins to play around with it, stretching it in different directions.

tech roll

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>>6282204
"An intriguing question. One's true nature ever evades definition, scrutiny, and evaluation, hoh hoh hoh" the venerable old man continues chuckling at the decaying new arrival, even as parts of him seem to slough off.
His eyes widen at the ichor.
"Oho, but THAT, that seems to hold, if not an answer, then the beginning of one. Bravery, a fool's substitute for prudence, but ever do fools seem to prevail over the careful cowards at times, eh?"

Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d10)

>>6281393

tsss would like to amend his turn to invest 2DI into Phantom Prophet Plague! tsss will make many people very brave, very stabby! maybe cloud man with fancy stabber also help! cloud man must like brave people and stabby people too!

> Spirit Test for Pantheon
> Spirit Test for Phantom Prophet Project

Rolled 8, 3 = 11 (2d10)

>>6281718
>[UI DI] God Unit attacks Jaganteo
Rojodaz uncoils like a spring, slamming into Jaganteo and disrupting the binding holding it in place, before, after giving the Primal a moment to recover, launching himself at it a second time, claws outstretched as the hunt commences.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6282440
(Alright, feels incredibly weird to be running both sides of a fight here, but whatever, Jaganteo's resistance roll)

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>6282442
(Alright, Jaganteo takes the full 6 damage, down to 7 Vitality. Normally Primals act at the top of turn, but considering it was affected by Harbour's ability I'll say this is extenuating circumstances. Jaganteo's attack roll)

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Rolled 2, 10, 2 = 14 (3d10)

>>6282204
>>6282232
>Replace terraform action with Eternal Strife project [1 DI]
>MA to form pantheon
>Replace UI with "stab" attack on tsss
Huáng observes the two gods, one executing a near perfect profound transmutation, whilst the other flailed. Two points of view, side by side. Success and failure, wisdom in both.
"Allow me" Huáng extends a hand, channeling his chi as he attempts to produce a similar result. The other hand guides the strange primordial ball with his blade, so that it does not stumble.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6282445
Alright, and now Rojodaz rolls resistance, I suppose.

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>6281718
> [MI] [Communicate] Rojodaz
So I accept your truth, your form. However, will you consider one such as I prey? This question, it is of little import. For now. Beyond this, though...

And as Primal God Clashes with Primal Creature, the harbourer looks on, feeling its hold on the creature fade, as the tranquility of the bond is disturbed.

It remains not a need of my assistance. This remains my obligation. I have no desire for the claim, yet the right remains with me. And beyond the right... it is my calling.

> Unit Interact
> Bound by thy Harness, Jaganteo (24, 9)
With the old bonds broken, a correct nature still in place, yet disturbed, calling upon the domain is a difficult feat. More so now that the target had become aware of its bonds.


And yet, still, a different bond called, one to the far lands, by another, by one who'd venture this far, if only to speak. Harbour reaches out...

>>6281691
> [MI] [Communicate] Catarina
I have sensed your bond. I had sensed it, even prior to my claims. The Weavers of the Woods, you wished them be yours, were you not?
And so I shall speak, they shall. I shan't ask for forgiveness, I shan't ask for permit. All I shall ask is for time. Their bonds had called to me, and I wished to understand. In due time, perhaps, I will learn to understand. And perhaps, they too, shall learn of me. To be convinced to seek out a far away place, to a far away fate. As I remain, and implore of you, it is time that is needed, as I lay claim to that which you seek to call yours.
And it is, at the same time, an experience we share, to know of each other, to be, and to have our wants and needs.
Tell me. Wish you clench the chaos, or are you its emissary?

Rolled 6, 10, 9, 5 = 30 (4d10)

>>6281899
>>6282467
(Realized I forgot to roll Occuleih's resistance earlier, so here it is, first three dice are Occuleih's. Fourth dice is Jaganteo's resistance roll.)

>>6282467
>[MI] Communicate with Harbor
Is the realm of weavers that important for you right now ? While I'm not in a hurry to expand into it, I don't see why I should delay it's incorporation any further.

>>6282473
If you are in little hurry, then why need you consider delaying? Tensions. A bond, under strain, holding, near breaking, yet accomplishing its task. Neighbours, freshly born, you and I, them, animosity is yet ungrounded. Rot had not set in. The bond remains strong.

And yet, why must it be stressed? Why must it be tested? For a lack? Creatures, such as you and I, they too, may move, if given the impulse. A connection of thoughts, of desires.

My thoughts are simple, to avoid the strain. Build a strong bond. It is not yours, it is not mine, nor may we call it 'ours', so much as we are theirs. And as more strings hold up that which we build, the less each one needs be worn.

Perhaps, this entire land will be filled with Weavers, in due time. Yet I feel their bonds, and they see me, as for who I am. What. If it is my duty to spread their webs, then I shall oblige.

But denying me this now, means it shan't come to be. That is my goal.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>6282446

A stab! The gift of a friend! tsss will treasure the scar always!

> Rolling Fortitude

>>6282476
You can proceed then. Make good use of it, and in due time we'll see your fruits.

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>6282469
Tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la
Youth is such a fragile thing
Tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la
A fragile thing is what it is

(Fortitude)

>>6281204
>MA: Research Cultural Technology: city planning
Why, our settlement is quite beautiful, yes! But… it’s so *boring*, isn’t it? So much grey, so dull… it doesn’t scream ROYALTY, does it?
No no no, we’re all royals here, we deserve BETTER- come on, remember, remember! Strive to be what you used to be!

>MA: 1DI: Make a little structure in the Cradle of Royalty: the Royal Seat
Laurelios sits upon the brow, and the brow grows heavy… this strange wearer may be new, but look how it struggles and acts already!

It must be tired… a good ruler can’t be tired! Laurelios must help!
Compelled by the glimmering beauty of the crown, servants stack up some stones and hides and leaves, forming a comfortable seat for the prophet- it’s not a throne, not yet, but it could be one!

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>6281204
>>6281733

God game turn 2,

> The sword of edicts will attack the boar

Seeing this highlander commence his duel, the Sword of Edicts hovered silently, observing the battle unfold. Its radiant blade pulsed with quiet indignation before it spotted a majestic, divine boar bound that was seemingly bound against it's will. Within a moment's notice, compelled by righteous decree, the sword surged forth, determined to release the boar from this forced indignity.

> Turn 2 actions,

> Spend 2 Di to make the blade's edge sharper

> Claim the tiles 4,8 and 6,8

>>6281204
Returning his attention to the other volcano Ervenbloud sends a tide of magma towards it. After connecting with the other volcano a sense of calm briefly filled the molten God before he looked at his spawn. They would need more territory if they wanted to thrive. Ervenbloud pulsed creating another river of magma through the ashlands while redirecting the first magma tide through the nearby mountains. The two molten currents burn through the earth before converging in the ashlands just beyond the forest.
>Claim [MA][DI] 9,18 and 11,18
>Claim [MA][DI] 10,18 and 9,17

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>>6281204

>MA + DI [Claim]: (19.24) and (32.21)
The subtle difference in space spread, this time to another part of the cactus spring, and on a faraway coast. Space seems more malleable, thinner, you could almost cut it open.

>DI + God unit [Portal]: (19.24)
Another door appear, among the valbats of the spring, sprouting between cacti. A new link established. An opening to distant places.

>MA [Develop]: Orchards and gardening (basic food tech)
Both the forest and the springs are full of fruits, berries and other delicious foodstuff just waiting to get picked up! The Sestans have taken upon those to satiate their hunger, and as with everything become more skilled gathering them the longer they do so. Some of the Sestans even try their hands at planting a few of the seeds. Even though they know their native desert will need much work before it can have gardens, planting some in the forest might lead to easier picking in the future.

>MI [Communicate] with 19.25 (Varkhuz and Arkatassus)
A voice like wood creaking resonate toward the south
"You seem like you need some help down there... Fancy a way out?"

>>6281717
Claim 4,8 with my previous claim action

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d1)

>>6282994
The fleshy creature skin would bubble in anticipation. It's pores leaking rancid puss as hundreds of squirming insects wiggle within. Varkhuz would smile a wicked grin his mouth full of razor sharp teeth.

>>6282140
Varkhuz would attempt to doge the beasts clumsy blows

Rolled 8, 8 = 16 (2d10)

>>6283017

>>6281324
>>6281218
AGREEMENT BETWEEN GODS

(we discussed and worked things out in the discord)

Lithic proved instrumental in organizing an agreement between Mutares, and Lys after heated negotiations. It came to light that this all started over a misunderstanding, and resolving it, an agreement was forged

Lys
keeps both hexes
trades resources from 20,8 (the hex with the weaver woods) to Mutares

Mutares
gives 2 tech to Lys in return.


Turn adentum

>Develop [MA] [1 x DI] - <spell Title: Spirit concentration>
>Preq-Tech: spirit
>Preq-Resources: spirit
<increase the base damage of raw spellcraft attacks>
<allows the caster to tap into the raw power of divine energy and increase the destructive potential of the raw magical attack>

>MA: Research Infrastructure Technology: THE WHEEL

UI: God Unit return to home hex no attack

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>>6283017

Rolled 9, 2 = 11 (2d10)

>>6281204

>Terraform: Create Unique Terrain (Limpid Waters) [MA] [2DI] [Domain: Water]- (38,21) (38,22)(39,20)

Where as above the surface of the Sea Laqura's influence has been felt in the falling patter of rain and drifting mist; here the roiling mass of water flows and reaches out as writhing currents and eddies direct from Laqura's shifting malleable form. Where the presence of the god touches, the waters are left pure and clear; transparent stretches of pure warm sea where one from the surface can see their way right down toward the seabed, where the roiling of the current is visible, and part of the seabed where the currents have worked and eroded glimmers with uncovered aquastone, rippled and glistening with patterns carved by the water-flow. Aquatic life will thrive in the warm limpid waters with flashing fish and molluscs yawing wide, and the balmy nature of the waters invokes an ease of being and doing amongst those who rest and resident themselves.

>Develop: Pallipod Husbandry
Resources: Pallipods, Wood, Clay, Fish
As Semi-aquatic creatures and part cephalopod themselves, many Granchpolpo are able to fashion an alliance of sorts with the intelligent Pallipods, using them as partners in their aquatic hunting and taming many as companions.

>>6278143
>Communicate: Daemupochu

The presence is nearby, but it has moved neither toward or away. And so Laqura's watery form rises up from inside the Sea in which Laqura is settled.

"Who waits nearby?" The voice speaks as the roar of the tide and breaking waves. "Who is this who lingers upon my bounds?"

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>>6281204
With the north and south of the divine tree now filled with holy pollen, the wandering Daemu now feel protected enough to wander freely further away from their creator, Daemupochu.
>Build Village [MA] [38,23] - Gagi Grove
>Build Village [MA] [38,25] - Giagi Grove

>>6283057 [msg me on discord if when you respond I only check this thread to post turns]
The divine tree doesn't so much as communicate with identifiable words, but by giving a sort of feeling which can be noticed and felt as foreign.

The tree gives a mix of feeling that somehow coalesce into "This spot had light and water. That’s all." After a few days a tiny sentient flower arrives at [37,22] and drops off a berry. The tree gives another feeling, that this berry is a gift for you to eat.... Should you trust it.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>6281086
>>6277906
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>Fluffpost time: Last Turn
With the break of dawn the newly emerged Lindwyrm's shriveled underutilized eyes blink wearily at the unkind light. Piercing through the foliage of the jungles canopy, shotgunning a speckling of gold and green lights across her slimey skin. She found herself in a trampled ditch with trees toppled and broken clay scales scattered everywhere, the Mudwyrm's body already beginning to ooze and pour forth the mud which would reform her grander dragonic body. Where as before her supping of the mana-spring, the bestial Lindwyrm would sleep far into the night and day underground without having to undergo such painful occurrence, and such circadian concepts did not exist. Now, here on the surface, her new divine self was forced to learn these new uncomfortable experiences.
Along with the newfound self awareness that she was, in fact, not a morning person.

Slapping her reformed arms across her face, sculpting her salamandrian snout into a far more becoming, draconic visage, she made way for wetter waters.

Pouring down as much akin to a flash flood as a crawling snake, she slithered down the mountainside towards the coast. Splashing into the swamp she found herself finally in the comforting embrace of tepid waters and strange but not unbecoming green foliage. After enjoying the soak for another while longer, she slinked down into the bay, as her divine ilk seeped through the waterway and transformed the land around her. Swamps became murkier and pocketed with quicksand and will-o-wisps, while the tar pits became almost fuller as if their rightful ruler had finally surfaced. Carving through the water, the lindwyrm made her way west, while her clay soldiers trumbled along the spreading mudflow to the south east. Under the command of her subconcious desire, they began working on a place to enshrine her on her return, a great zigguraut overlooking the great Furnleum lake to lounge on above all, meanwhile also erecting smaller shacks and huts all around the perimeter of their lady's abode for themselves.

As they laboured tirelessly, the Lindwyrm's whiskers flaired as her nose picked up a new scent. A familiar, if dissimilar, scent. Another whom had drank from the great wellspring. Another whom's flesh and blood would bring about great satisfaction. Her lips already salivated as she snakes through the waters and ponds towards Serratosaur. Once she entered the swamp, she was nigh invisible, and sneaking up on the great horned dinosaur, she lunged from below without hesitation. Immediately finding purchase, her great rocky teeth found purchase in the beast's soft neck. A gurgle of elation leaves her gullet as Primal blood spills into her waiting maw and the beast thrashes and writhes trying to fling her off from her purchase. Leading them to both topple into the shallow swamp waters beneath them.
>>6281211
(Fortitude Check)

>>6283020
This gets approved by Lys, who returns to silence atop the mountain.

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Rolled 7, 7, 6 = 20 (3d10)

>>6281092
>>6281209

Seemingly unharmed from the strange mist of these strange lands, Aeylan measures his focus on the task at hand. He gazes towards the squealing rodent, with a sort of compassion. This creature is mighty and grand, but beneath the surface it is a fragile and mortal thing, just as he. In the olden days of past, the Listeners heard naught, and the Whisper was but silence. We shall give to this beast the gifts which have enlightened ourselves.

>Pressure [UI] [1DI] Gliraximum
>Aeylan the First Host connects to Gliraximum directly through the spores it doused the large rodent in, sharing his compassion, understanding, and hoping to share the feeling of relief him and his people have felt by becoming Listeners.

>Terraform [MA] [2DI] - Resonant Spores
>Preqs: Hytox Spores, Metamorphosis & Spores Domains, Lake of Communion's implementation of Hytox Spores
>Starting creation of powerful resource, intended ability is "Gain +1 Pop Growth when developing health and culture tech with this resource"
Back home, Aeylan can sense the other Listeners constructing homes around The Lake of Communion, starting families, birthing and baptizing them within the great waters. The spores are absorbed by their bodies, rejuvenating them, but this is only the beginning...
Aeylen focuses his energy through the mycelium root beneath his people's lands, bestowing the Spore Clouds with a new breed of Hytox Spores: The Resonant Spores. These close cousins are a child of The Whisper and the infectious spores of this land, a metamorphosed recreating of the original, better built for the Listener's to be fueled by the re-birthing gifts of The Whisper to give their bodies longer-lasting health.

>Develop [MA] [1DI] - Divine Lineage
>Preq-Tech: Metamorphosis, The Vessel God Ability
>My god dies every 3 turns. It'd be pretty cool to roll 2d6, and get a +1 FV to the first attribute rolled, and a -1 FV to the second attribute rolled, until they are re-birthed once again.
In the distant reaches of his horizon, Aeylan can sense the divinity of many others. Many far greater than he. Even in these short adventures through mushroom and forest weald, time crests onward and so does his age. His comrades have passed several generations, as he lives on to witness their great-grandchildren venture by his side now, but soon his time will come.
Aeylan must set the golden standard for the next Vessels. He must show honor, truth, and respect, and establish a foundation for his further brethren to build upon. And so, when his re-birthing comes, his successor shall feel his strengths invigorated, though his weaknesses perpetuated.

>dice
1st is for Pressure. Has +2 from spore spell, -1 from pressure, so net +1.
2nd and 3rd are for Terraform spellcast

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Rolled 10, 8, 4 = 22 (3d10)

>>6281207
>>6281086
>>6283664
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>Major: [Terraform Creation] [2xDI] - Create unique resource: Glepnal Mud. Formed from the Mudwyrm's seeping ichor pouring into the Furnleum fields. A particularly viscous soil that is a harsh irritant when dusted and airborne. When hardened or dried into Glepnal Rock or Brick, it becomes exceptionally sturdy and heat resistant, often forming the basins and channels through which Furnleum naturally pools in.
Using: Domain - Mud. Rolling Terraforming (first two dice)
>Major: [Develop] [DI] - Kosks - To better direct and control the Dazhawks, the Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth uplifts the large scavenger birds into her agents. Granting them souls from her coffers, and clay coated heads, they are reborn as Kosk. Large, intelligent, and of a miscreant bent. They are often found perched atop Hollow Vessel structures or dead trees amongst the tar pits, surveying for prey and squaking and singing amongst each other as they look down on other mortals.
Using: Domain - Souls, Resources - Dazhawks

>Unit Action [God Unit]: Attack Serratosaur once more, before moving into and luring him to the <29,28> Tar pits within my demesne.
Rolling Strength Check (Third dice).

The demonic dinosaur's fangs rake through the mud once, twice, before tearing into a flank of the lindwyrm. Though the spoils are unappetizing; slimey flesh that tastes of dirt and mildew, the waters around the damnable beast run with a ruddy divine ichor regardless. Paying no heed to its injury, the mudwyrm fights with equal beastial might, choping at the beast's haunch before swerving with unexpected grace through the waters. Steering around the beast as it continues to nip at her tail, she pulls it along just barely keeping out of reach so as to lure it into her lands.

The swamps turn to mud, and the pools and streams of water are replaced with blood-red boiling pits of temperamental furnleum.The two continue to give chase through the unforgiving terrain undeterred. The Mudwyrm's ichor seeps into the ground here, infusing into the land, her land, and bringing forth new natural resources to the world. This Glepnal mud permeates the tar pits where it is cool and drying into rock near the excessive heat of the furnleum, often forming natural barriers for the furnleum to pool and flow against while preventing the entire providence from burning down in a run away forest fire. Far stronger and more useful than conventional mud brick or clay, even rivaling stone despite its initial state as a viscous liquid. It is a happy accident that one of her most benevolent blessings to this world comes unbidden.

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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>6283881
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>Rolling another dice for the hell of it cause exploding dice are fun.

As the dinosaur and dragon fight for an epoch, hunting and tearing at each other with tooth and fang every day, every nights is spent resting and recuperating for the next morning brawl. Here, in her frustration, the Dazhawks circle and wait to see which Primal will fall for their benefit. Seeing Serratosaur as far more delectable game than a gooey lizard, and a sturdy clay surface as preferable to a back of razor sharp spikes, they often perch upon the god's brow and back, looming eerily across the landscape. While at first the lindwyrm, frustrated by their ability to fly and penchant for squawking in her ears, tries to dislodge them by rolling back and forth through the mud and tar; their persistence ultimately leads her to giving up the effort. She decides to 'graciously allow' them to continue to keep her company.

It is in these sleepless nights that a new thought comes to her mind. A fully realized thought at that. These dumb birds have their uses, she can tell. Despite never before being sure what a bird was, exactly, nor being fully aware of the concept of flying in the open sky that she is still so unaccustomed to being under, in the back of her mind she *knows* these things and what more they could be capable of. Her clay soldiers would not be able to make use of these birds as mounts, and training them would take to long for her liking, but why should they *need* mounting or training to be useful, when the birds themselves could be lead with words and will alone. With a deceptively slow rise of her draconic talon from beneath the water, she plucks one of the Dazhawks from her body and holds it before her. Ignoring the birds protests, her inner form emerges to cup the thing's head in her much smaller hands. Sediment pooling around her arms and down the beast's panicking head, a small lingering soul she plucked from the aether leaves her lips and courses into the bird's beak. With a flash of light in its eyes and a hardening of a thin clay head, the Kosk are born. They will be her agents, her wings, her voices and eyes afar. Oh there will be so much fun to be had from her newest, favorite toys.

>>6281733
As lumpen fists struck Ejpto’Jsjt, it was a clankful hollowness they felt. Gasping, wheezing, pulsing sinews set sputtering. Nay, shrieking! A refutation facile, a rejection futile, uttered on heroic ears. Again, nauseous droning.

“Thy honour… a pretense quick flouted!”

Tubes fatigued thumped onto earth, crawling nowhere.

“Thy law… a platitude quiet forgotten!”

Gaze wary spun at unnatural angles, of a scrutiny suspicious, squintous.

“Thy advantage avails thee, in force. It does! Were I so mighty and thou so weak, no need for mutuality there’d be, neither in our striving. It does! It does!”

>>6282910
Witnessing motions of sword sworn to Order, Ejpto’Jsjt spasmed. Not in fury, but an altogether stranger feeling. One foreign, as of yet unknown to itself.

Betrayal? Despair? Schadenfreude? As of yet unknowable, and again, more noise.

“Conturbations, confounded! Blade bereft guidesome grip, greedy bound thereby to gutting, gouging our beloved swine!”

>>6281204
>God Unit: Spellcast - Heaven's Opinion [UI] [1 DI] - (41, 24)
Another questioning, another forum of voices deciding if the helmeted mutant is evil, if it's worth the effort and if it really deserves the rocks treatment when more redemptive measures are possible. The Saint still wishes to puree the fault into a nice and uniform juice of flesh, but let's see what Heaven thinks.

>God Unit: Move [UM] - (40, 29)
The Saint nobly runs away from a bestial confrontation, seeking refuge in the ruins south.

>Terraform [MA] [1 DI] - (39, 27), (39, 28)
Wrongness prevails. This time, water itself is made to grant itself life. Simple, protozoan forms are dwarfed by larger contingents of creatures with too many hungering mouths, mimicking things unseen yet seen, when you look at it sideways. In time, their anima shall dwindle and nothing will remains but ghosts of uneasy forms, but what matters is that something wrong happened here, and nothing else.

>Build [MA][2? DI]: Settlement "New New St. Smith." - (39, 27)

Without supervision, the Saint's followers are incredibly unproductive, their detachment to the wrong world largely resulting in apathy and acceptance of pain and suffering as recreations to ape the Saint's path. Dying over and over, just to wake up in blissful forgetfulness to discover everything again. It's Heaven, but the Saint needs more productive forces. Enter Ruin, and while the flesh-shaped monstrosities offer much in the drives and habits beneficial for the Saint's plans, such potentialities hold questionable developments in the future that shall pass. Look sideways, to simple, directed armaments. You can't mess up with one point shooters. It's that and that's that. Now, life, pretty easy as well, just reverse its external lethality into internal de-lethality, let the flesh and bone and meat grow into shape, and provide enough love so that it may be her follower. Let the phenomenon spread and rally them into corralling the rest of her followers into the ruined cities, and punch down the rest into order.

Rolled 9, 5, 4, 8, 8 = 34 (5d10)

>>6281204
>>6281211
>>6284302
+St. Aster defends against Eudaleal, rolling the first dice.
+St. Aster casts Heaven's Opinion against Eudaleal, rolling the second and third die.
+St. Aster build-casts New New St. Smith, rolling the fourth and fifth die.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6281899
Exploding dice