>>4476703
Given to great mirths and greater melancholies, but above all, we are Mighty.

>>4476703
>Glowing

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4476704
>>4476706
Welcome, guys! I'll roll 1d2 to break the tie.

>>4476706
>>4476704
>Glowing

You didn't come into existance quietly. You burned, a quick flash of fire, and you were you. You didn't have a name. You were just 'I'.

As soon as you were made, you realized two things:

One, you existed within nothing
Two, When you were born, you burned something.

You can sense what it is, the only thing that exists within the nothing with you: while you glow, it is dim. You are white, it is black.

>Push at it with ourselves
>Attempt to speak with it
>Attempt to drown it out with your light.

>>4476736
>Push at it with ourselves
Let's go for duality

>>4476736
>Attempt to drown it out with your light.

>>4476741
>Push at it with ourselve

You push at it with a bit of your essence, curious. It shies away, filling the space you left behind as you pushed outward.

"Stop." A whisper was felt in your mind, "Please, pain thing..."

This was new.

>Attempt to reply, stop pushing.
>Keep pushing
>Stop pushing
>Write In

>>4476766
Sorry man, didn't see yours in time

In the future I'll make sure to not make the same mistake

>>4476768
>Keep pushing

>>4476771
>Keep Pushing

You keep pushing. Why stop? You're curious. You push deeper and deeper and finally manage to outrun it.

The voice from earlier screeches and you sense a tendril whipping into y-


Colditssocoldithurtspainpainpaincold

The tendril is removed, and the pain stops. That pain...you never want to feel it again. It was as if you were being snuffed out, but never ending. You would prefer true death to it.

"See?" The voice, belonging to the blackness, whispers in it's raspy voice.

>Attempt contact (Apologise, Insult, Greet)
>pull yourself away, keep up a small bit of nothingness between you.
>Give it more pain!

>>4476789
>pull yourself away, keep up a small bit of nothingness between you.

>>4476789
>Attempt contact
Embrace them instead of pushing.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4476806
>>4476798
Tiebreaker Roll.

>>4476806
+1
OP just remember to make a post closing votes so things don't mix up

>>4476822
>>4476806
>>4476798
Oh, of course, forgot that part; Writing

>>4476822
>>4476815
>>4476806
>attempt contact

You attempt to embrace the darkness, ignoring the, "No, wai-" as yo-

Nonononononononononononono

You separate once again, barely able to understand it's voice as you recuperate from the pain.

"Cannot touch-" "-great pain-" "-essences too volatile."

You get the message, and separate.
------
Within the space between you two, something is happening. Something is growing, quickly.

It grows among the space in between, it touches both you and the dark essence without pain or reaction.

One day, another voice chimes to you.

"Hello! I am Life! Where am I?" It sounds cheery, and despite being only a little younger than you, it sounds childish. And it gave itself a name already?

>Answer with a name for yourself (Write In)
>"I do not know, Life."
>Ignore it
>Write in

>>4476830
>"I do not know, Life."

>>4476830
>Answer with a name for yourself. "Hello Life, I think Light should describe me well enough."

>>4476830
>"I do not know, Life."

>>4476850
>>4476846
>>4476842
We don't know where we are! Writing!

>>4476850
>>4476846
>>4476842

>"I do not know, life." You speak for the first time. Your voice is full, and clear.

Its a simple answer, but both wrong and right at the same time. You were in the nothingness, but the nothingness was also everywhere and nowhere. It was hard to think about.

"Huh, Umbro said the same thing." You can sense her thinking, "You're a lot warmer than him, though." Were

>Who is Umbro?
>Why are you here?
>Write In

>>4476860
Umbros, hmm
>"I am Radios."

>>4476860
Sorry guys, the

>were

Is a mistake, it won't happen again.

>>4476865
Wait, I had a better idea

>>4476860
>"I am Luminos."

>>4476867
It's not a problem at all OP, I didn't even notice

>>4476860
>Who is Umbro?

>>4476869
>>4476875
Y'know, I'm giving this one to both. Really, It's up to my own ineptitude that we haven't gotten the name yet

Writing!

>>4476875
>>4476869
>Who is Umbros?
You wrack your memories for anyone who claims to call themselves 'Umbro'...

You cannot recall.

"Who is Umbro?" You ask life, your puzzlement being translated to the lesser being.

Life giggles, "The dark one! Silly..."

Ah. The Dark essences has taken on a name? Should you as well?

Why would...Umbros be so close to life as to give life it's name? Why weren't you this close.

You offer one final message; "Life?"

"Yeah?"

>"I am Luminos."

And you recede into silence again.
---

For the first time in your immensely long existence, you feel happy. Whenever life speaks to you, you feel a sense of compassion for the lesser being.

You joyously await the times where she contacts you.

"Luminos?" Life asks. She seemed...a tad somber. Not like herself.

"Yes, Young Life?"

"I'm gonna be gone soon."

>...what?
>To where, Young Life?
>Write in

>>4476891
>To where, Young Life?

>>4476891
>To where, Young Life?
Getting some zoroastrian vibes

>>4476901
>>4476898
Writing!

Also, I don't know much about Zoroastrianism, so if getting those vibes are a good thing, lets pretend it was on purpose, ha.

>>4476898
>>4476901

>"To where, young life?"

You feel a sense of amusement. Was this another one of Life's little games? Such a joyous being.

"No, I mean I'm gonna be gone. I won't exist." Life corrects, unusually solemn.

You feel pain. Not like when Umbro whipped you, but another pain, deep inside your very essence.

"Young Life...you cannot be... what did that Dark Being do!?" You demand to know.

"Nothing! This is just how it was always going to be."

The rage you felt died down, and crashed back into sadness. "Life...you..you mustn't."

"It'll be okay, Luminos, " she consoles, "I'll make an entire new place! We won't have to be in the nothing anymore."

Despite your eternity of begging her to stay, the time comes.

You feel the once growing life between you and Umbro die.

In sadness, you scream to the void as light burns out into nothingness around you, in anger and sadness. You can sense Umbro, his tendrils whipping around randomly. Is this truly the end of Life?
___

Something grew again. It didn't stop growing until it encompassed all of Nothingness.

It was lucious greenery, varied animals, and vast wild places.

Your essence had centralized with the new land, instead of a mass of burning light, you were a humanoid figure of light.

You have not seen Umbro yet, though.

>Explore Life's creation
>Attempt to find Umbro
>Write in

>>4476924
>Attempt to find Umbro
We've had our disagreements but we can't let Life's sacrifice be in vain.

>>4476929
>>4476911
>>4476898

I'd like to thank you guys for playing today! I'm gonna take a break to sleep and stuff, I'll be back tomorrow to keep Qming, so you all can still vote, and even ask any questions about the quest if you have them.

>>4476924
>Explore Life's creation

>>4476924
>Attempt to find Umbro

>>4476924
>Attempt to find Umbro

>>4476924
>Attempt to find Umbro

>>4476924
>Attempt to find Umbro
we still need to apologise

>>4476954
>>4476972
>>4477166
>>4477173
>>4477175
We have to find Umbro! Writing

>>4477175
>>4477173
>>4477166
>>4476954
>Attempt to find Umbro

Life's gifts are...beautiful. These creatures, though nowhere near your intelligence, are bright, fun, gorgeous.

Though, a thought pesters your mind. Where is Umbro? The dark essence hadn't been seen since the growth of Life's gifts. Had he also withered away?

You feel horrible at your indifference to that last idea. Life did also like him...
You scour Life's gifts, over almost endless oceans, the thickest of Jungles, the wooded of forests, until you find him.

The land is craggy, rocky. No tree dares to grow here, no animal wishes to live here. It is almost barren except for the few luminescent mushrooms.

Umbro sensed our presence, and turned his new form around. It was not unlike yours; the essences in a humanoid shape. But where you burned, barely contained, he bubbled slowly, little spheres of his essence floating off and coming back.

Though, there is one difference. Where you have 'eyes', the fire burns less bright; making them a light orange compared to the white of the rest of your form.

Though Umbro seems to have white ovals for eyes. Interesting.


>"Hello..."
>"Why are these lands barren? What have you done to Life's Creations?!"
>Stare at him.
>Write In

>>4477190
>"Hello..."

>>4477212
>"Hello..."

You offer the greeting to Umbro, who nods his head in greeting.

"Luminos." He greets, in the same rasp as always.

Ah, so Life had also informed Umbros of your name. Hm.

"Why have you sought me?" He inquires, his form waving slightly in...curiosity? Anger? Sadness?

>"I have come to enjoy life's gifts with you."
>"I wished to know whether you had...left, as Life has."
>"I...do not know, truly."

>>4477221
>"I wished to know whether you had...left, as Life has."

>>4477221
>"I wished to know whether you had...left, as Life has."

You falter in the middle of your sentence. Although Umbro is... himself, you'd rather not be alone.

Umbro's oval eyes had squinted for just a moment.

"Hm. I do not think we are able to, Luminos." He admits, his form waving in the cold wind.

"How so?" You ask, confused.

"Life was different from us. Wonderful, but different." He explains, seemingly lost in thought for a moment...

He turns away.

"I wish to be lonesome again."

>"...if that is what you wish."
>"You cannot leave me again!"
>"But why?"

>>4477231
+1

>>4477235
>"But why?"

>>4477235
>"But why?"

>>4477240
>>4477238
Writing, we wish to know why!

>>4477240
>>4477238
>"But why?"

Its a simple question, but it's been asked a lot since Life...left.

"Grieving." Was all you heard from Umbro, before he fled; a streak of black whipping away to places unknown.

Solemnly, you return to the lands where light shines.
____

Many, many years after your meeting with Umbro: you notice something strange with the animals. A species has risen to sapience. Truly their intelligence was under your own, but it was noteable nonetheless.

The sapients were...
>Chitinous (Insectoids and Arachnids)
>Mammalian (Humans, Dwarves, Elves)
>Not unlike their beast cousins (Gnolls, beastpeople and the like)

>>4477255
>Chitinous (Insectoids and Arachnids)
Imagine
>sagely moths
>opportunistic roaches
>versatile beetles
>feudal ants and bees
Easily the most versatile choice

>>4477258
Insectoids win! Ironically considering what inspired this quest in the first place

>>4477266
What was that?

>>4477258
>Chitinous

You stare curiously at the species, red creatures, standing upright.

The biggest of the bunch holding spears, the smallest carrying the carcasses of the former's hunts, no doubt.

They walk close together, the larger ones scanning the trees...

Should you reveal yourself to them?

>Yes, as you are now
>Yes, but attempt to change your form to one when you reveal yourself
>No, but watch from afar
>No, move on

>>4477268
(Hollow Knight, I don't have enough money for the game so I've read the lore; and I liked how it handled it's own mythology

Don't worry though, this will not be a copy of the game)

>>4477272
>>Yes, but attempt to change your form to one when you reveal yourself

>>4477288
Writing!

Sorry for taking a while, I made ramen

>>4477288
>Yes, but attempt to change your form to one when you reveal yourself

You want to watch these closer...and what better way than to be with them?

You appear as a flash of light, momentarily blinding them. The larger ones form a circle around the Smaller ones.

When the light dies down, you let them take in your form. Like them, yes, but pure white. You stand two of the Larger ones high, and your thorax seems larger than theirs.

"Hello." You speak through your mandibles, truly speaking instead of sending mental messages.

"I, am Luminos."

The sapients seem to relax slightly, the red creatures move torwards you, their antennae twitching.

The largest one looks you up and down.

"You are a Queen?"

>>4477312
>Yes, in a way
>No, I am something quite different
>Write In

>>4477316
>No, I am something quite different

>>4477316
>No, I am something quite different

>>4477327
>>4477340

We're built different

Writing!

>>4477327
>>4477340
>"No, I am something quite different."

You admit this to them, and the smallest whisper to eachother nervously.

The tallest looks back, and then replies to you.

"Come. Come."

Its easy to understand the message as they all rush away, with you walking...

Walking is strange.

You finally arrive at wherever the Red Creatures were going; A large mound of dirt, surrounded by a dirt wall, with a hole for entry.

You are led in, and see the numerous amount of smaller mounds, ants milling about. Though the ants stop to stare at your luminescence, as you're led into the giant mound.
It's...about as fancy as these sapients can get. The dirt walls covered with leaves, Guards lining the walls, holding long spears, and another red creature of similar size to yourself.

Was this a 'Queen'?


The Queen announces your presence with an angry, "What is this?!"

>"I am Luminos, Light itself."
>Let the Larger Creature tell her
>"Just a traveller."

>>4477363
>Don't tell them, show them

>>4477363
>Don't tell them, show them

You revert to your true form, blinding them. A guard throws a spear, but it burns to ash as it touches your form.

The Queen in front screams as she..didn't quite expect this. The light dies down and you change back into your Queen Form.

The queen squints, "And *what* do you wish to do here, Luminos?" She says bitterly.

"I have seen you, red creatures. I have...seen your sapience, and it interests me." You say, holding yourself high. That was a good answer, right?

The queen scowls, "You may find another Queen to watch! Leave the Mound of Antill, or else!"

Did she threaten you?

>Send out a ray of your hottest light
>Leave
>Obliterate the entire mound
>Write in

>>4477392
>Send out a ray of your hottest light
We will not be talked down to.

>>4477394
Becoming Ms.Burn a hoe wins! Writing

>>4477394
>Send out a ray of your hottest light

You poke out a hand to the Queen, and send out a ray of light; a bit of your own essence.


It's over in a flash, and the Queen crumples, what used to be her head and mandibles melted down.

All is silent...until one of the Queen's guard falls to his knees in front of you.

"Please, Great Luminos! Please don't punish us ants for the actions of the queen! Please Great Luminos!"

>>4477430
Cont.

You gaze down upon the begging guard, others joining him...

>"I do not wish to harm any more of your kind, Ant."
>"Fine, but only because you have begged for forgiveness."
>Write In

>>4477435
>"I do not wish to harm any more of your kind, Ant."

>>4477450
Writing!

>>4477450
>"I do not wish to harm any more of your kind, ant." You announce, and you swear you can hear a few sighs of relief.

"Thank you, Luminos, thank you!" The ant who bowed first gratefully says.

And in the blink of an eye, you're gone.
---
Over the next couple of years, you notice a large mound being built outside Antill's walls... strange.

>Spy on construction
>Openly ask what they're doing
>Write in

(I'll be back on in a couple hours

If you have any critiques, compliments, or comments you can spend them with your vote :))

>>4477498
>Openly ask what they're doing

>>4477498
>Spy on construction
I like the feel of the setting so far, but characterization feels a little sparse.

>>4477498
>>Spy on construction
I've enjoyed the quest entirely thus far, glad you made it.

>>4477567
+1

>>4477498
>Spy on construction

>>4477498
>Spy on construction
Also anyone else notice that we're kinda an asshole? Which I suppose is pretty fitting for a god if you look at most mythologies

>>4477565
>>4477567
>>4477642
>>4477710
>>4477807
>>4477835
Writing!

>>4477567
I agree with you, honestly. I have some character building events planned for the future though, just remember: we have eternity to change, heh
>>4477835
True, lol, even our birth hurt Umbro (We literally burned him when we lit into existance)


>>4477642
I'm glad to hear you like it :)

>>4477565
>>4477567
>>4477642
>>4477710
>>4477807
>>4477835

>Spy on construction

You decide to find out what exactly they're doing in there. It must be important, of course.

You enter as a ray of sunlight through the door, and take in the details.

The mound has three entryways, letting in as much sunlight as one could get without poking holes in the roof. Upon the only wall without a door, is a rather primitive painting, though the strangest thing is that the painting is of a large White Queen...

Its you!

In your surprise you revert back into your Ant Queen form; and there is a shocked gasp.

You turn to see an older ant, his thorax and face covered in white paint.

He falls to his knees, and says, "Great Luminos, White Queen, what do you desire, having visited this Templemound?" He says with extreme reverence.

Huh.

>"I have come to see this.. templemound for myself."
>"I walked in by chance."
>"That is not of your concern!"
>Write In

>>4478122
>"I have come to see this.. templemound for myself."

>>4478122
>"I have come to see this.. templemound for myself."

>>4478198
>>4478197
Writing!

>>4478197
>>4478198
>"I have come to see this.. templemound for myself."

You reply, turning your head back to the painting of you.

"As is your right, my gleaming lady." He says as he picks himself up from his bow.

"Do you desire anything, from your humble servant?" He questions, hands behind his back.

Did you?

>Ask him a question (Specify what)
>Order him to spread this new faith through Antill and beyond
>Write In

>>4478243
>Order him to spread this new faith through Antill and beyond

>>4478243
>Order him to spread this new faith through Antill and beyond

>>4478243
>Order him to spread this new faith through Antill and beyond

>>4478300
>>4478313
>>4478476
Writing

>>4478476
>>4478313
>>4478300
>Order him to spread this new faith through Antill and beyond

You...you like this, admittedly.

You gaze down at the worshipper, and wave your hand to the exit, "Go, worshipper, spread this new faith to the ends of life!"

The old Painted Ant bows once more, and hurries out to complete his duties.
---

It has been a few decades, to the Ants, and the new Faith has spread incredibly well. Of course, it truly prospers in Antill as you've killed the queen who disrespected you and appeared in your own temple...

You know, you really like these ants.

Of course, today a small hunting party had left Antill, and you watched them just the same. What hunt would they bring back?

But disaster struck them, as a beast rushed the group from behind a rock, stabbing a soldier ant with sharp fangs!

The beast was large, almost three soldiers high; with eight legs and eight eyes. The beast was mostly black, with red markings on it's back

>Intervene!
>See what happens next
>Write In

>>4478623
>Intervene!

>>4478623
>See what happens next

>>4478623
>See what happens next
We can't be there for the ants every time.

>>4478645
>>4478635
>>4478689
We have a majority! Writing

>>4478635
>>4478645
>>4478689

>See what happens next

Really, the ants are their own beings. Surely they can deal with this threat themselves?

The creature drops the ant as a soldier throws his spear at the creature, with it giving a small screech of pain.

It launches itself forward and snags another Soldier Ant before the rest turn thorax and run.

The creature waits until the ant has stopped struggling, and takes it with the other corpse back to a small cave...interesting.

Another interesting fact is that it seems to be a nighttime predator, as you haven't seen any creature like this as the sun was up...

Very, very interesting.

>Follow the creature into the cave, it may give some insight into what exactly that creature is.

>Write In

>The Creature doesn't seem to like light, or is at least nocturnal? Maybe you can help the ants by giving a small gift.

>

>

>>4478773
Shit, sorry about those last two things guys, it was on accident.

>>4478776

For the record one was supposted to be
>write in

>>4478773
>Follow the creature into the cave, it may give some insight into what exactly that creature is.

>>4478790
Writing!

>>4478773
>Follow the creature into the cave, it may give some insight into what exactly that creature is.

>>4478790
>>4478815

>Follow the creature into the cave, it may give some insight into what exactly that creature is.

Well...it's going somewhere, right? Little rays of light are shining into the mouth of the small cave.

You can see the creature, it's front legs acting as arms and hands holding up the corpse of one ant.

You can hear the disgusting sounds of slurping as it devours it's meal. Soon the empty carapace is thrown aside like trash, joining a small pile...

The creature turns to what seems to be a large...net? It looked like one, but why would there be a net on the wall?

Staring at the net for a moment, you can make out a picture. A large spider, the bits of the net-picture painted black with blackened mud, but the eigit eyes left their normal white...

Could it be...?

The creature seems to be whispering something, surprising you with its ability to speak. Its quiet, and it's voice raises and lowers with fervor.

"Dark Webweaver-" "-for this hunt-" "-Blackened Web."

>Vaporize the creature!
>Threaten it into leaving!
>Leave silently, and warn...whoever has been running Antill since the death of the Queen.
>Write In

>>4478827
>Leave silently, and warn...whoever has been running Antill since the death of the Queen.

>>4478827
>Appear before it, and ask it about this Webweaver
Its Umbro.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4478848
>>4478839
I'll roll a tie breaker

>>4478848
>>4478839
(Sorry for taking a while, housework had to be done.)
>Appear before it, and ask it about this Webweaver

You appear in the rays of sunlight, illuminating the cave.

"Creature," you begin, "who is this dark webweaver you speak of?"

As you were talking, the Eight-Legged creature muttered, "The Burning Light!" And lunged at you, fangs bared.


>Move out of the way.
>Let it attack you; you're a primordial being, and it's a simple creature.
>Write In

Do you vaporize it afterwards?
>Yes
>No

>>4479003
>Move out of the way.
>Write In
>>Question it if it recognized the name of Umbro and his whereabouts
>No
It's probably Umbro's creation judging by its reaction. Or Umbro's gone temporarily mad.

>>4479008
Supporting.

>>4479008
this

>>4479008
>>4479019
>>4479024
Has Umbro not been paying child support, or has Umbro made Black Tar Heroin? Writing!

>>4479019
>Move out of the way.
>Write In
>>Question it if it recognized the name of Umbro and his whereabouts
>No

You simply move out of the way, being made out of literal light has its perks.

The Dark Webweaver... the naming is too perfect for it to be some native false deity or spirit...

"Creature!" You announce, "You speak of some Dark Webweaver, it can only be the dark figure Umbro! Where is he?!" You stretch to your full height, eyes aflame.

The Creature screams out, "I shall never betray the Dark Webweaver, Flaming Whore!" It screams, in a battle ready stance.

Hm. At least you know this isn't an insane Umbro.

But this evil creature has called you a whore!


>Give it the ol' light ray, but leave some of it untouched so the Ants can figure out what this creature is.
>Obliterate it and any remnants, including the iconography and empty shells of Ants
>Write In

>>4479070
>Give it the ol' light ray, but leave some of it untouched so the Ants can figure out what this creature is

>>4479070
>Just leave, no need to stoop to the creatures level, plus it's death might make Umbro angry

>>4479070
>>4479093
This

>>4479098
>>4479093
>>4479072
Looks like the strange creature will live another day; Writing!

>>4479070
>Write In
cripple it and deliver it to your worshippers so that they may learn their enemy

>>4479098
>>4479093
>>4479072
>Just leave, no need to stoop to the creatures level, plus it's death might make Umbro angry

You retreat through the light shining through the cave opening, leaving the creature to it's prayer and cave.

You're left with many questions: This creature worships Umbro? Is it his own creation? Are there more of them? Do the Ants know of this?

>Attempt to find Umbro
>Warn the Ants of Antill
>Write In

>>4479144
>Attempt to find Umbro

>>4479144
>>Attempt to find Umbro

>>4479277
>>4479164
Time to find the black guy! Writing!

>>4479277
>>4479164
>Attempt to find Umbro

You appear through the light to the edge of the Darklands, through the inky mist you can still see similar bioluminescent mushrooms.

You circle the lands, as entering them feels...wrong.

Soon the inky mist slowly takes the form of Umbro, as you know him.

"Luminos." He rasps out, "Why have you sought me? Do you not have Anthills to watch over?"

>"Quite Hypocritical, 'Dark Webweaver'.
>"Umbro. You know why I'm here."
>Write In

>>4479286
>"Umbro. You know why I'm here."

>>4479286
>"Umbro. You know why I'm here."

>>4479321
>>4479301
Writing!

>>4479301
>>4479321
"Umbro. You know why I'm here." You state firmly.

"The webweaver?" Umbro asks, in his gravelly voice, "What of it, Luminos? I saw your...altercation from the shadows of that cave."

>It's eating Ants!
>It worships you!
>Write In

>>4479380
>It's eating Ants!
>It worships you!
>What is this?

>>4479380
>It's eating Ants!

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>>4479381
Pic related

>>4479388
>>4479381

Writing!

>>4479388
>>4479381

>It's eating Ants!
>It worships you!
>What is this?

You decide to air out all grievances; it isn't like you'll get another chance.
"But what is it?" You inquire

"A Webweaver." Umbro says plainly, "Most live here," he says, waving his hand to the Darklands behind him, "but some leave."

"It worships you! Why?"

Umbro replies, dry, "And your ants worship you. I've been busy, too."

"And it's been eating those ants!" You exclaim.

"Yes. That's nature: how the creations of Life have existed. And will continue to exist that way."

"The ants are sapient! How could you condone that?" You reply, disgusted by his lack of care.

"They'll learn to use their spears in such a way that the threat is minimized." He replies, seemingly bored. In disgust, you leave in a flash.

You look over the fortified city of Antill as a ray of light, with a new dislike of your Dark counterpart.

>Go to the Antill Palacemound and warn..whoever is currently ruling about the threat of Webweavers
>Maybe giving the Ants a...gift would help?
>Write In

>>4479459
>Maybe giving the Ants a...gift would help?
>Have a child with a suitable ant to create a demi-god to help them when it grows up.

Now this is god shit. Creating progeny without thinking of the consequences.

>>4479482
Writing!

Honestly I've been planning on introducing the concept of Demigods, glad you guys thought of it quickly

>>4479482
>Maybe giving the Ants a...gift would help?
>Have a child with a suitable ant to create a demi-god to help them when it grows up.

You...have an idea. You can give the ants a gift, a gift that'll help them for a long time...

Offspring. Your offspring. Obviously it won't have the same power as you, but still, it would suffice with the threat of webweavers.

You arrive at the Palacemound of Antill, and appear before the court in your White Queen form. The new Queen, quick to learn of the mistakes of her mother quickly bows her head.

"Great White Queen, to what reason do we owe the grace of your presence?" She says, smoothly as one can with you just popping in.

"I have come to bring light upon a new threat to the Hill of Antill." You announce, the few guards gasping.

"There have been disappearances, no doubt, as beasts lurk within the caves and darkness, where not even my light can penetrate!" You announce dramatically.

The Queen looks fearful, and rightly so, "What beasts, my Lady?"

"Webweavers! Eight legged and eight eyed, fangs as large as a speartip, venom to melt Ants inside-out, truly a dangerous beast." You close your eyes as you recall the monster.

"But I have come up with a solution; I will choose one Ant to have a night of passion with, resulting in offspring."

At this, the guards in the room are barely able to contain the pure joy at the chance they've been given. The Queen, however, nods, a thinking look upon her royal face.

"How will you choose the Ant?" She asks, a hand stroking her chin.

>A contest of Martial Prowess!
>A contest of Knowledge and wit!
>A contest of Faith!
>Write In

>>4479558
>A contest of Knowledge and wit!

>>4479558
>>A contest of Knowledge and wit!

>>4479558
>The hottest ant

>>4479566
Knowledge and wit are important, but we are divine. No lower than a 7/10.

>>4479558
>>Write In
>>A contest or morality

>The option on who to fuck gets the most turnout
>>4479565
>>4479564
>>4479566
>>4479569
>>4479573
Looks like knowledge leads by two! Fuck. Now I have to think of a riddle.

>>4479564
>>4479565
>>4479566
>>4479569
>A contest of Knowledge and wit!

"A contest of Knowledge and wit." You announce to the room.

Two hours later, and you've been given a small throne within your temple to sit on, as the Painted Preist from before serves your every need except the one that will be the contest prize. He asked.

The first ant walks in, a Soldier. His confident gait showing his hubris.

You announce the riddle; "Where does an Ant go within blind, but comes out with more sight than most?"

The soldier thinks for a minute, and insecurely gives out his answer.
"...a Healer's Mound?"

"Incorrect."

The day continues on, and on until finally an Ant of usual size walks in; he is no soldier. By his side he carries a satchel.

You repeat the riddle, and he thinks for a long while...

Finally, his head perks up with the spark of an idea; "A mound of Learning! The sight is intelligence!"

For a moment all is still.

You nod; "Correct."

The Ant seems overjoyed. Hm.

You grab ahold of his hand and ride rays of light to a secluded spot between the trees.
-----
Imagine it yourself.
-----

You are in eachother's arms, panting. This would surely result in a child, right? You hoped so, really, the work was pleasureable but far too much work had to be done.

The Healer Ant lays there, shell shocked...

You'll leave him to clean up any...mess.
-----

Its been almost a year, and you've been feeling something growing within you. Truly, its been growing fast compared to your growth, but still, it has been a while.

Suddenly, a great pain racks you and you fall upon your back within the middle of a grassy field. Screaming for what felt like years, the pain is finally lifted and you hear a cry...

It is done.


You sit up and look to your offspring...was...was this how Life felt?

Its pure white, just like you, yet it has the form of his father: a Ant. Its cries are loud and healthy, but are easily shushed after rocking.

You quickly return the child to his father in a ray of light, you vanish.

Years later, your child; named Lux by his father, has seemed to give two great technological advances to the Ants of Antill.

Pick two:

>Bronze
>Archery
>Animal Husbandry
>Farming
>The Wheel

>>4479629
Why advance society naturally when some big pale fucker can do it? Truly these ants are smart, right?

>>4479629
>Archery
>Farming

>>4479659
+1

>>4479662
>>4479659
We have our choices in, and tomorrow when I wake up I'll write.

And hey; another time for criticism, questions, and comments. Go ahead and reply with one if you have any.

>>4479662
>>4479659
Writing!

>>4479659
>Archery

Lux seems to have made a weapon out of Sinew and a long branch, launching spears with this 'Bow'.

Of course it caught on with the Ants of Antill, though in smaller sizes. You're very sure that they'll be able to contend with the Webweaver problem now.

>Farming

It seems your son isn't too war-focused, having created a new food source! After... 'Spilling some water' on seeds which were dropped, they seemed to start growing.

Now, just to the right of your Temple is a large feild of golden Grain... its pretty.

The Ants have also discovered the secret to fire! Though not the idea of Lux, it's still a great improvement, as you can ride it's shine like normal light.

Of course, one eventful day you're watching over the preists praying within the new temple fire pit, when they bring in...a lamb?

The youngest Painted Preist is holding the animal down on a small stone table, as the eldest holds the knife in quiet prayer.

You didn't tell them to do this, it seems to be a tradition from their...Pre-You days.

>Appear and give the Preists a approved way of Worship
>This way is fine
>Write In

>>4479898
>>Appear and give the Preists a approved way of Worship

I was thinking dancing as an appropriate form of worship.

>>4479898
>Appear and give the Preists a approved way of Worship

>>4479905
>>4479907
Writing! Looks like dancing is the new craze!

>>4479907
>>4479905
>Appear and give the Preists a approved way of Worship


You appear just before the knife is brought down; the Preists drop the lamb in surprise, who runs off. You go, little lamb.

"Painted Preisthood," you announce, "You who have spread the faith in my name; I am unimpressed with simple animal sacrifice."

The youngest speaks up, "Grear White Queen; we can get a bigger animal, or even an ant if you'd like!"

You raise your hand; "No, bloodshed of any kind is insufficient. There is only one proper way to worship me; Dance."

The preists look shocked, "Dance, White Queen?"

"Yes. Around this very fire, until you collapse."


And so, the preists had truly codified the true way of worship.
-
Character Break Interlude
-

You are Lux, son of Brin and Luminos. For long you have known of your mortal divinity, and you've prepared yourself for it.

You have made sure everything is ready for this day; your bow's sinew oiled, your spear tip sharpened, you set out beyond your home of Antill, and prepare for your duty; to hunt a Webweaver.

>Look for tracks within the woods
>Bait may work
>Writing

(This is just a little interlude, I've been thinking of doing this for a minute; don't worry, the quest won't change, the MC is still Lumos, I just wanted to let you have a bit more control in a fun way)

>>4479964
>Bait may work

>>4479991
>Bait may work

Bait could probably work at attracting the thing.

You go deep into the forest, aiming to find a good spot between the trees. Pulling out the meat you've packed, you place it upon the ground, and climb up a tall tree.

This damn Webweaver better be worth it, Lux had hunted the meat himself, and now it was inedible on the ground.

Soon, with the cracking of Brush, a black Webweaver with red markings upon its back seemed to be attracted to the meat...

But kept it's distance, looking around suspiciously.

Did it know that the meat was bait?!


You could attempt a killing blow, but how?

>Launch a spear at it with your bow: The bow's size and your immense strength make this possible.

>Jump out with the spear pointing down to the Webweaver, the gravity will help the piercing process.

>Write In

>>4480115
>Launch a spear at it with your bow: The bow's size and your immense strength make this possible.
We're the demigod of hunting and agriculture, how could we fuck this up?

>>4480115
>Launch a spear at it with your bow: The bow's size and your immense strength make this possible.

>>4480161
>>4480157
Based, writing

>>4480157
>>4480161
>Launch a spear at it with your bow: The bow's size and your immense strength make this possible.

You notch a spear into the bow, slowing your breath.

But as you pulled the spear from it's quiver, you accidentally knock it against the tree you've perched in!

"Fuck." You mutter, aiming between the eight eyes and releasing the spear. It launches, but the Webweaver knows of the threat and moves out of the way.

You jump out of the tree with a grunt, notching another spear and once again aiming for the beast. When you fire, it spreads out its legs and lowers itself, the spear going through one tree and embedding itself into another.

"You shitbag!" You growl as the beast pounces upon you, but you're able to grab it by the mandibles, barely holding the fangs back.

You've got him!

>Headbutt

>Rip

>Write In

(Lux is a demigod of Hunting and Agriculture, yes, but he's also rather...inexperienced against a sapient target.)

>>4480224
>Rip

>>4480224
>Rip

>>4480343
>>4480316
RIP
AND
TEAR

writing

>>4480343
>>4480316
>Rip

You grib the mandibles tight as you can, and slowly pull apart. You can hear the spider's muffled yells of pain and anger, and it's legs scratching against your chitin.

You give a roar of effort as you hear a sickening rip, starting from the mandibles downward, to it's middle, until finally it's completely apart.

Green viscera and blue-green blood litter both you and the corpse...

You can at least make a meal out of this..
___
Interlude end
------

You are Luminos, and you feel extreme pride in Lux, your son. Obviously this is only his beginning!

Of course, over the next few years it is...quieter than most. The Ants have expanded into new cities within the forest, and you hear word of a new material; Bronze.

Exciting!

You also hear word of an even stranger prospect; a new sapient species! They seem to be called Hivens, but the diplomatic ventures of the ants have been minimal..

>Attempt to find the home of these 'Hivens'
>Ask Lux to find the home of these Hivens
>push the ants into a diplomatic stance with the Hiven

>>4480475
>Attempt to find the home of these 'Hivens'

>>4480475
>Attempt to find the home of these 'Hivens'
Gotta convert them all

>>4480479
>>4480490
Gotta convert them all! Pokemon!

>>4480490
>>4480479
You scour the lands around Antill, through forest and tree, until you've reached a rather large...well, it's a jungle, though with regular forest trees. Of course, the main difference is the massive size of them, about ten feet across.

Surrounding the middles of these trees, are strange hexagonal structures, all connected to eachother by bridges, and made of a yellow material...strange.

>Go to the biggest Building and spy
>Stalk around the littler buildings
>Write In

>>4480619
>>Go to the biggest Building and spy
I’m surprised we haven’t seen any giant birds or bats yet.

>>4480619
>Go to the biggest Building and spy

>>4480687
>>4480630
And we will spy! Sorry for the slow updates guys, I have a large family and housework piles up over time.

>>4480630
>>4480687
>Go to the biggest Building and spy

You enter the main building, hidden within a ray of light. Thankfully these abodes have holes cut in, as the threat of rain is minimal due to the tree covering.

You enter to see twelve Black and Yellow creatures convening around a masterpiece table, the chairs just as exquisite.

They seem to be...talking about new laws? Strange. It seems the Hiven have a group of themselves to make the laws? Its...different to say the least.

They seem to be talking of...taxes?

"Are you an idiot, Croix? Thirteen is far too low of an amount!" One Hiven yells out, while the room erupts into pandemonium.

Should you reveal yourself in a form close to theirs?

>Yes, you shall
>No, you will watch a little longer.
>Write In

(I'll be going off for the night, and I have a question, are you all enjoying the quest so far? Ive got stuff planned and the climax is going to be exciting.

You guys can reply with any questions you have also)

>>4480819
>Yes, you shall
I'm enjoying it, is the quest supposed to be a one off?

>>4480819
>Yes, you shall

>>4480819
>>No, you will watch a little longer.

>>4480819
>Yes, you shall

>>4480819
>>No, you will watch a little longer.

>>4481489
>>4481257
>>4480885
>>4480866
>>4480856
Time to reveal ourselves! Writing.

>>4480856
Well, its a little complicated

This quest is it's own little story; one that you've gotten to influence very much. But all stories have to come to an end. It probably won't this thread, but it will eventually.

But there will be sequel quests, to this story

If that makes sense

>>4481489
>>4481257
>>4480885
>>4480866
>>4480856
>Yes, you shall

Yes, it seems like a good time.

You fill the room with light and attempt to mold your form to theirs. Strangely, this time you're just an inch above their height, and look just as they do.

You're also fuzzy, but that seems to be the norm here.

"Hiven." You announce, as the Hiven move to the other side of the room quickly.

"I am Luminos! God of light and all that falls under it." You silently thank the ants for summarizing you.

One rather 'brave' bee shouts at you from under the table, "What the hell do you want?!"

>To spread worship of me
>To give aid to all civilized species
>I wish to know more of your kind

>>4481732
>I wish to know more of your kind

>>4481732
>I wish to know more of your kind

>>4481732
>I wish to know more of your kind

>>4481732
>I wish to know more of your kind

>>4481755
>>4481745
>>4481742
>>4481737
Curiosity wins!

>>4481737
>>4481742
>>4481745
>>4481755
>I wish to know more of your kind.

"A simple curiosity of your kind has sent me here, Hiven. I wish to learn more of you."

Another, his fuzz grayer than most, pipes up in a shaky voice, "What shall we get in return, being?"

>Whatever is of need
>Aid, whenever needed
>I allow you to live
>Write In

>>4481862
>Why would I offer anything for a pittance like that? I could just as easily learn everything I want by watching you. Though I rather not waste so much time.

>>4481943
Tell it like it is, sister

Writing!

>>4481943
>Why would I offer anything for a pittance like that? I could just as easily learn everything I want by watching you. Though I rather not waste so much time.

You are...admittedly a little angered at this.

"You expect me to offer anything for such a pittance? Disgraceful. I could watch you for but a day and have the same information." You say, damningly.

A smarter, younger Hiven puts up his hands, and speaks in an apologetic tone

"Please, please. . . Let us not sour relations just yet? We are all reasonable Hiven..." he mutters

"What do you wish to know?"

>What are these buildings made of?
>Whom or what do you worship?
>Who rules your people?
>Write In

(I feel like you guys are missing out without this info

Bees have a French accent
Ants have a English accent)

>>4482097
>Who rules your people?

>>4482097
>>Whom or what do you worship?
>>Who rules your people?

>>4482128
>>4482114
Writing!

>>4482128
>>4482114
>Whom or what do you worship?
>Who rules your people?

You have pressing questions.

"Who rules over the Hiven?" You ask the room, and a middle aged Hiven says with some pride; "We do. We, the Senate, decide the laws"

He looked so full of himself for a moment, until realising who he was talking to, and went back under a table.

Hm, you had expected a Monarchy.

"And of your Gods? Spirits?"

The youngest from a second ago speaks up once again, "We have no Gods; nor Spirits, Luminos. We create, and enter Inspirante." He says the last word with reverence. A faith with no gods? Strange.

>What is Inspirante?
>That is all
>Write In

>>4482213
>What is Inspirante?

>>4482213
>>What is Inspirante?

So you done for the day?

>>4482475
Nono, I'm back, sorry

My mom's just been a little sick so I've been helping her, sorry if I took too long

Writing

>>4482220
>>4482215
>What is Inspirante?

"Inspirante," an old Hiven starts up, ", it is the true way to the Afterlife; when a Hiven know's of his death, he gains Inpirante, and creates great works, the likes of which will never be seen anywhere else!"

A craftsman religion? Strange, indeed.

"And what exactly are these great works?" You inquire.

"Swords, tools, statues, spears, paintings, the like." The youngest says once again.

You give a final flash of light, "I thank you for this knowledge, Hiven, and forgive your past...rudeness." With that you beam away on a ray of light.

Within a time of ten years, situations between the Hiven and ants have seemed to improve, with trade of tools and building materials going to and fro.

Within the Capital Citymound of Antill, the architecture has seen a revamp! No longer do the ants wallow in huts, but in stone buildings, the two greatest being your Temple and the Palacemound, being rebuilt into Step Pyramids

Antill, due to this architecture, has been nicknamed, "The City of Twin Pyramids"

Of course, one day while watching over your main worshippers, you notice something; two brothers had gone out for a hunt, bows ready.

But when the eldest turned, the youngest had loosened his arrow into the eldest's back!

>Intervene
>Push your son to do something
>Do nothing
>Write In

>>4482544
>Push your son to do something

>>4482544
>Push your son to do something

>>4482563
>>4482556
We're pushing our Son to do something!

Writing

>>4482563
>>4482556
>Push your son to do something

Was your son not your gift to the Ants? Would it not be his duty to bring your light to their darkest hours? Yes, you'd push him into doing something of it.

-
Lux Interlude!
-
You are Lux, thirty something. Who cares about counting when you're immortal?

Anyway, you're pretty pissed, you won't lie. Your Mother assumes she can just waltz in and out of your life? Hmph.

Anyway, she's called you to settle some murder dispute out in the forest. Really, you'd rather go out hunting again.

You re-shift your Webweaver Chitin pauldrons, and quickly reach the murder site, the Killer still plucking his arrow out the hard chitin.

>Stay silent, confront him when the arrow is in hand
>Confront him now
>Just fire a clean shot into the whoreson.
>Write In

>>4482615
>Stay silent, confront him when the arrow is in hand

>>4482615
>Stay silent, confront him when the arrow is in hand

>>4482629
>>4482623
>Stay silent, confront him when the arrow is in hand

Finally, he tugs out the arrow with a grunt, falling on his backside. As he scrambles up, you let him know of your presence.

"You."

He yelps and turns around, bloody arrow in hand.

He gives the tiniest of bows in his Panic

"L-Lord Lux, what a surprise!" He attempts to salvage the situation.

>Kill him then and there
>Tell him you know what he's done
>Demand to know why he's done it
>Cut off the bow-drawing arm, the guilty appendage
>Write In

>>4482652
>Demand to know why he's done it

>>4482652
>Demand to know why he's done it
We aren't unreasonable.

>>4482664
>>4482657
Writing!

>>4482657
>>4482664
>Demand to know why he's done it

Really, its a testament to your will that you're able to not end this ass where he stands.

"Why have you commited murder?"

You held off on cursing there, this should be serious and proper.

You seem to have broken a wall as the ant yells out, "He fancied my dear Boudic! My one true love! I had to before he could take her away!"

Oh, this was about some girl. Hmph, what the chance to get laid won't make a man do...

You look away in thought for a moment, and shake your head.

>Pass Judgement upon the Ant (Write In)
>Let him go
>Write In

>>4482695
>Let him go
Crimes of passion man. Crazy!

>>4482695
>Pass Judgement upon the Ant
An eye for an eye. A life for a life.

>>4482695
Actually I have a better idea now. Let’s hunt him.

>>4482695
>Pass Judgement upon the Ant
>Tell him to run. The hunt is on.
He gets what we deserve and we get to hunt, win win.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4482713
>>4482697
Rolling a tie breaker; will we feel pity for his plight, or hunt him down?

>>4482717
This vote came in late but the result is the same anyway, which is okay!

>>4482717
>>4482713
>>4482697
>Hunt him down

You pull out your Greatbow, and oil the sinew string. All is silent until the murderer asks, in a quiet voice, "Lord Lux, w-what are you doing?"

You reply matter-o-factly, "Giving you a headstart."

The Ant with a panicked look upon his face runs off into the dark woods, scared shitless. You almost laugh.

Soon everything is primed, bow at the ready, quiver of spears full, and hunting spirit heightened.

Its time.
----

You've never felt more excited, ever! You've been right on his trail for three days, and it's been tough. The Murderer has been trying his absolute best to throw you off; tossing his shit in different directions, changing course suddenly, and travelling by tree.

But you know you're close... you can almost smell it.

You see a bit of evidence, a skinned wolf carcass. You lean down and stick a finger into the viscera; still warm. Grinning, you survey the surrounding area...until you see a shadow over you, getting closer.

>Roll 1d10

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4482730

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4482730

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4482730

>>4482732
>>4482734
>>4482739
>5
>DC: 5

You quickly turn around and slap whatever is jumping down away, it's body crashing into a tree, but it stands up just the same.

Its the murderer! The still-bloody pelt of a wolf draped around his shoulders, a sharp rock in his hand, and a crazed look in his eye.

You slowly grin.

This isn't an ant, not anymore. This is a beast, and you, Lux, son of Healer Brin and Godess Luminos, the Grand Bowant, the God of Hunting and Agriculture, are the bane of beasts.

>Put down your bow; and embrace the challenge
>Launch a quick spear through the beast-ant
>Write In

>>4482754
>Launch a quick spear through the beast-ant

>>4482754
>Launch a quick spear through the beast-ant
This is what separates us from the beasts.

>>4482763
>>4482769
Writing! Poetic in a way...

>>4482769
>>4482763

>Launch a quick spear through the beast-ant

You quickly ready a spear to launch, as the Beast-Ant growls and screams

It lunges forwards, rock aimed for your throat!

And is launched backwards, the Spear piercing both him and a tree. He howls and screams in rage, pulling himself forward as blood is left on the wood and bronze. Slowly, sickeningly, he inches his way to the end...

And all is quiet as he tumbles off the spear. Hm.
---
End of Lux Interlude!
---

You watch in satisfaction at the work of your son, and then return to your other duties.

First of all; The Hiven.

How would you gain the worship of them?

>Give them fine craftworks
>Give another...'gift'
>Other

(Its that time again, for me to leave for tonight

But once again; you can ask questions; like about pre-us ants, any plans I might have, or voice any complaints.)

>>4482805
>Give them fine craftworks

>>4482805
>Give another...'gift'

We're a hoe

>>4482805
>Give them fine craftworks
Still enjoying the quest op, though I have to ask how long was the time span between when we visited Umbros after Life's Death and when we visited him last? Does he seem like he still grieves? Or different in any way

>>4482805
>Other
Provide them with a new material to craft, something with wondrous properties that they can only obtain by worshiping you

>>4482805
>Give another...'gift'

>>4482805
>other

Give them great masterpieces in each "field" (e.g. sword making, music, painting, etc.) to be worshipped as holy artifacts. And as time goes on, maybe more artifacts can be made if there are more fields?

>>4482805
>Give them fine craftworks

>>4482917
https://lightbringer.fandom.com/wiki/Luxin
Something like this?

>>4482808
>>4482811
>>4482857
>>4482917
>>4483024
>>4483086
>>4483168
Looks like we're giving them fine craftworks!

>>4482857
We visited him almost a century ago, he of course, has grieved and gotten better, just as you have.

Not to say he hasn't been... as busy as you have! Haha

>>4483230
So what are the craftworks going to be made of? Divine magic?

>>4483230
I fucking hate it when i get off and it deletes all my shit that I wrote

Anyway
>>4483259
Basically

>>4483298
Use notepad

>>4482808
>>4482811
>>4482857
>>4482917
>>4483024
>>4483086
>>4483168
>Give them fine craftworks

You know of a way to win over the Hiven.

Upon a ray of light you travel to the Hiven's main Senate Hive, and appear in front of the Senate.

Ignoring their shock, you clasp your hands together, and the tip of a white Blade peeks out, slowly growing until its as long as a forearm.

You twist your hand and the blade follows suit; a Jian.

With no guard and a ribbon wrapped around the hilt, you pierce it into the floor, and announce your gift.

"This sword is unlike any other. Forged from my own essences, it is sharp enough to split stone itself. Many other...unnatural creations may be given, in exchange for worship."

Most show interest, the other skepticism, and a few curiosity at the blade itself.

It seems you've made an impact.

Within a flash of light, you leave, and leave the Jian behind you.


With another source of worship almost in the bag, you feel good about yourself.

Suddenly, you get a bad feeling. It feels...dark. It feels...familiar, but different.

>Track down the source of this feeling
>Get Lux to do it
>Ignore it
>Write In

>>4483306
That is a good idea

>>4483321
>Track down the source of this feeling

>>4483321
>Track down the source of this feeling

>>4483321
>Get Lux to do it

Deadbeat mom hours

>>4483321
>Track down the source of this feeling

>>4483321
>>Track down the source of this feeling

>>4483321
>Track down the source of this feeling

>>4483332
>>4483335
>>4483339
>>4483344
>>4483349
>>4483354
Looks like we're gonna find it ourselves! Writing

>>4483332
>>4483335
>>4483339
>>4483344
>>4483349
>>4483354
>Track down the source of this feeling

You scour the lands, over the Mounds of the Ants, over the forested areas, and over the Tree-Homes of the Hiven.

Then, you feel it again, stronger. Its within a desert, but not the Darklands. From the outside you see stone spires jutting out from the ground.

Curiosity overwhelms you.

>Enter the Spires
>Watch from the top of a Spire
>Write In

>>4483434
>Watch from the top of a Spire

>>4483434
>Watch from the top of a Spire

>>4483434
>Watch from the top of a Spire
Probably scorpion. Does Umbros just have a thing with scorpions?

>>4483466
>>4483469
>>4483485
>Watch from the top of a Spire

You place yourself on top of a medium sized Spire, and gaze below.

You notice two things; one, the spires seem to have holes poked into them

Two; You can see writhing creatures, clawed arms and a tail, poised above their head.

Its as if they've grafted a bronze speartip upon their tails...they seem to be entering the tallest and widest spire. But what could be within?

>Attempt to blast a hole into the Spire
>Gaze into the tallest window
>Contact Lux: he'll do this.
>Write In

>>4483550
>Gaze into the tallest window