if you want it in text form:
> Name: Ardonash, the hateful blade
> Description: A titanic sword, it’s blade composed of hundreds of thousands, if not millions of swords and assorted weapons. It claims to have once been the weapon of an ancient creature, whom it calls a “true god, greater than all the weaklings of this world”.
It claims to have been the origin of ALL swords and weapons ever created, which are all shards of itself that split off when it’s master stabbed it in the ground for… unknown reasons.
It wishes to be remade whole and to find its master again, or perhaps a worthy wielder
> Domains: swords
> Color: rust brown
> God Attributes:
- major: strength
- minor: fortitude, terraforming
> Your Minions: the Cut-spawned, a group of primitives that once roamed the caverns of the world, first introduced to the light of the overworld when Ardonash plunged into the ground. Now, they worship the massive blade as a savior and a just, if ruthless, master.
> Minion Attributes: Offense
> Minion Ability: thralls of the wanting sword
The Cut-spawned can, through ritualistic melting, sacrifice blades gathered from fights and battlegrounds to Ardonash, increasing its offense or defense stat.
At the same time, Ardonash can split off a part of itself to grant an army of Cut-spawned with a fragment of its mighty edge, turning them into peerless warriors, but also making them ruthless, blood-mad monsters, for the Wanting Sword was never meant to be wielded by anything short of a true divine.
Splitting off a part of itself weakens Ardonash, making it lose a point of either offense or defense. An enemy that destroys the empowered army of cut-spawned can harvest their weapons for themselves, without suffering ill effects

If this isn’t good enough for the rules, their starting tech is Primitive Weapons

Name: Sheriruth
Description: A colossal ivory hand and part of a forearm that casts a deep shadow over the landscape, commonly seen floating imposingly in the sky. Where the forearm cuts off is crested with gold.
Domain: Limbs
Colour: Red
Attributes: Strength major. Fortitude and Spirit minor.
Minions: Damm’ta, “The Unmade”
Once proud and mighty instruments of creation, being direct extensions of Sheriruth they were far more powerful than was wise. The creatures who would one day become the Damm’ta rebelled against their creator and waged a long and bloody revolt to earn the right to be considered more than just extensions of their gods body.

Cursed eight times over by various powers they were robbed of most of their ability to reproduce, turned to stone, lost the ability to feel, had their creativity neutered, their strength sapped, blinded, had all their works doomed to failure and were cursed to fight endlessly amongst themselves.

Even then, these ancient instruments of power still continued to defy and wage their war against their master. They were finally stopped with a ninth and final curse by their rightful master, the God of Limbs, a curse to rather bluntly rip off all of their extremities.

Now reduced to nought but floating stone torsos and with some of the effects of their previous curses relaxed somewhat, the Damm’ta are pacified and ready to be put back to work, manipulating the environment around them with the same limited power that keeps them hovering barely above the ground.

Minion attribute: Fortitude
The Damm’ta were once nigh indestructible. Now far less so, they still retain a sliver of their previous invincibility.

Minion ability: Primeval Reversion
The Damm’ta were once the mightiest of races, beyond mortality and knowing not of ailment, their might was enough to threaten Sheriruth until finally stopped. Sheriruth possesses the ability to unseal this tremendous power by lifting the oppressive curses placed upon them. This allows some of them to reclaim the might lost in the old war and storm into a field of battle with unparalleled might, but only while their god has a close eye on them.

Starting Hex: 25, 20

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>Name: Nil
>Description: A being of canine appearance that is permanently surrounded by a gloomy darkness, his size and even shape ever-shifting vaguely in the roiling fog that engulfs him. He speaks only in whispers, and only when he wants to be heard. He seeks to understand the nature of the world, it's cycle, and the gods within, at all costs.
>Domains: Mist, Secrets
>Color: Grey
>>God Attributes:
>Major: Spirit
>Minor: Agility, Terraforming
>Your Minions: It is said, among the Riath, that they were created when the Great Spirit first realized the limitations of his divine perspective. He is the mist, the wilderness, the darkness, and sees all that they see. But what do they know of the world in truth? They are universal concepts, existences with no consciousness. They do not think, they don't struggle to survive, to thrive, to merely simply learn about themselves and the reality around them.

>It was this thought that spurred The Watcher to huff and puff, taking the fog from his every breath and forming it in his image; tall, limber wolfmen who carried within them a spark that set them apart from simple animals. Rising, they took their first steps into the world, looking at everything around them with burning curiosity. Satisfied with his work, the Great Spirit imparted but a few of his precious mysteries to his children, and silently faded into the gloom. As to whether this tale is true or not...that shall remain a secret.
>Minion Attribute: Defense
>Minion Ability: Born of the mist, the distinction between it and the Riath is practically null. When within it's gloomy embrace, they become practically indistinguishable from simple vapors, moving silently across the forest floor as if they were floating.
>Starting Hex: Piney Forest

>>5436375
Name: Magnus
Description: A giant floating metallic eyeball, glowing faintly blue with energies that wax and wane.
Domains: Mind, Magnetism
Color: A syrconite Blue-Grey
God Attributes: Major - Spirit, Minor: Fortitude, Affinity.
Your Minions: Fileorva - Most of the body of a filorva is made up of syrconite filings that are animated in the form of various living beings via magnetic rearrangement. The actual living 'core' of a Fileorva is not often displayed, as the filorva tend to keep it hidden privately inside their 'filing' bodies
Minion Attribute: Defense
Minion Ability: Syrconite Magnetism
The Fileorva can reshape their bodies at will out of the filing material available to them, and can magnetically attach to one another to form temporary structures and co-ordinate their abilities.
Starting Hex: 25,10

>>5436377
By the way, forgot starting hex: preferably the mountain of 30.24

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>>5436375
Name: Steel-Weaver
Description: See picture
Domains: Machines, Labor
Color: Yellow
God Attributes: Terraforming (major), Affinity (minor), Agility (minor)
Minions: EBWos (Pronounced Eb-Woes, short for Emergency Bio-Engineered Workers)
Minion Attribute: Culture
Minion ability: Consummate Scavengers - Any time a neighboring country unlocks a new tier of technology, steal a random tech from the PREVIOUS tier.

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>>5436415
EBWos picture, and my preferred starting hex would be 10, 8 please

Name - Eden, The Blessed Mother
Description - The goddess awoke and found herself alone so she created a people in her likeness, her children. They build and create language and names, they call her mother. They call themselves The children of Eden. When she discovers that other beings like her existed, creating life in this world like her, she grows jealous and angry. Her children will inherit this world.

She is a floating humanoid being of light with no eyes. She is unseen by her children but they feel her presence and hear her voice.

Domains - Life
Colour - Gold
God Attributes -
* Major - Affinity
* Minor - Spirit, Strength
Minions - The Children of Eden. They live to follow the will of their blessed mother. They are created in their mothers likeness and her light shines through them. Normal humans basically but with slightly glowing golden eyes.
Minion attribute - Population
Minion ability - Given a piece of the power of life by their mother, her children can heal themselves, each other, and other life forms.
Starting hex - 21,26

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>>5436375
Name: Silure

Description: An humanoid figure whose skin is black as the night sky. Stars appears and shine in it. Wear very ornate clothing and is adorned most of the time in jewelry

Domains: Stars, Music

Color: Something very light. Maybe white?

God Attributes: Major - Spirit ; Minors - Affinity, Agility

Your Minions: The Beykarre
The Beykarre are feathered people, no bird by any mean, they simply happen to have feather. They have four arms and each of their hands possess seven fingers. They always cover their mouth with cloth or other materials. It is considered very uncouth to show it to other.

Minion Attributes: Culture

Minion Ability: Telepathy
The Beykarre are the voice and instruments of Silure, their live are music, their heart beating to a never ending tempo. To communicate without breaking the harmony they weave they no longer use words.

Starting Hex: 03,21

Fuck, didn't realize how many other people were in the north. Can I change my starting hex please?

>>5436438
Wait. Fuck. Misread the starting hexes. Thought there were 4 or 5 gods in the north instead of just 3. Never mind!

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Name: Nifo Toto
Description: His form is somewhat malleable, being able to shift between various species of shark-man hybrids. He bears a fair amount of gear, appearing as a hunter, or sometimes a sailor.
Domains: Hunting / Blood / Icy Waters
Color: Cyan [#00FFFF]
God Attributes: FORTITUDE Strength Agility.>
Your Minions: Auvau
Made in his image, each member of this species is some form of land-bound shark. Some with tails, some without. One may have the distinctive shape of a hammerhead for a brow, another the gaping mouth of a whale shark. Their size varies, but most are a fair size larger than mundane humans, and each has a lust for feasting and battle in equal measure.
Minion Attributes: Offense
Minion Ability: While not capable of extended stay, they are comfortable in water. Their evolution/divine design has clearly focused on great strength, speed and martial power however.
Starting Hex: Slap me up north, on 18'10.

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>>5436375
>Name: Godech
>Description: A far-off mountain in the distance, always visible above any other peaks, no matter what. All sounds reverberates in its presence.
>Domains: Voice, Repetition
>Color: Dark grey-ish.
>God Attributes:
>Major: Affinity
>Minor: Spirit, Strength
>Minions: Towerstackers
Clumps of centipedes made out of sand, clicking. They create more of one another by clicking hard enough into the sands.
>Minion Attributes: Population
>Minion Ability: Soul Echo
Any tower of stone, from a stack of pebbles to a concrete skyscraper, constructed by the Towerstackers will slightly echo any surrounding sound. If willed, Godech's presence can be called to any of these towers..

>>5436510
Starting Hex: 8,15

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>Above the great mesas of (27,17), the night sky appears to shift and dance: a flowing iridescence that beats and flows in incomprehensible color and shape. The river of light circles and coalesces, as its conscious thoughts breathe reality. "This realm wanes... It screams from within its crevices, begging for release... It shall not pass its final epoch until I am finished."
>The light descends into the earth, forging an avatar to do its bidding. Beyond the veil of light is birthed a shapeless mishap composed of teeth, vertebrae, and sinew.

Brings a tear to my eye to see my god game all grown up. Time to show you neanderthals how it's done.

>Name: Carn'aath, Champion Of Light
>Domains: Carnage, Sacrifice
>Color: Bright magenta/red [#ff004e]?
>God Attributes:
- Major: Spirit
- Minors: Agility, Fortitude
>Minions: Serfs to The Great Color
- The Serfs are feeble and fear-bound humanoids of taught pale skin, dressed in tattered robes who live in unquestioning fear of The Great Color. In honor of The Holy Beyond, they pierce and cauterize their own eyes, for not even the enlightened servitors grace their eyes upon its immense presence.
>Minion Attribute: Population
>Minion Ability: Prepared Souls
- The Serfs take ritual to preserve and prepare their souls for Carn'aath and The Great Color, and although their combative effectiveness is useless given their blindness, Carn'aath finds them incredibly delicious and their souls malleable to his divinity.
>Starting Hex: (27,17)

Godspeed

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>>5436375

Name: The Moon-Touched Prey

Description: The corpse of an ancient beast, once sacred, slain by man and ravaged by the elements. As its body fell apart, the creature prayed to any who would listen, begging for the right to hold on to existence. Its cry was answered by an Eldritch Moon, floating an untold distance away from the world.

With the crescent sigil of its patron floating above it, the Moon-Touched Prey rose once more, continuing to walk the land with its battered form. Nothing but emptiness remains in the dark void of its eye sockets, except for the promise to upend the natural order.

Domains:
>The Moon
>Perversion of nature
Color: Grey
God Attributes:
Major: Fortitude
Minor: Terraforming, Affinity

Your Minions: The Herd. It's a basic law of nature that creatures feast on one another. But The Prey rejects this fate. It grants its blessing to countless wild beasts, turning them and the land that they live on into abominable caricatures, too twisted and uncanny for predators to lay eyes on.

Minion Attributes: Defense
Minion Ability: Cursed biology, allowing them to keep walking and moving through wounds that ought to be lethal.

Starting Hex: 20, 28

>>5436375
Name: Versdel
Description: A headless, handless, and footless bronze statue of an ornately armored warrior. Despite these, the commerce god seems to be able to act as if these limbs were still present. A paradoxical divinity, newly formed yet feeling as if a shepherd of some great legacy. He seeks to shape a world of order and prosperity that once existed, or perhaps never did but could have been.
Domains: Commerce, Order
Color: Bronze
God Attributes: Major - Affinity Minor - Strength, Fortitude
Your Minions: The Preservers. Versdel's children are lithe and elven in shape, though despite appearances they are profoundly sturdy, their skin infused with the strength of their master's divine metal, their eyes, hands, and feet made of that identical bronze of their creator. A sign of their station, to march forth with their god's serenity, to gaze upon great wealth, and to shield and preserve it with their hands.
Minion Attributes: Defense
Minion Ability: Fervent Traders - Automatically provide access to one owned material to bordering gods, and automatically gain access to one of their own, prioritizing currently unowned resources both ways.
Starting Hex: 1, 16

>>5436472
CORRECTION
Slap me on 19'5, icy shore of the north.

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>>5436377
Forgot to add image

>>5436375
Name: The all warmth

Description: A bubbling god of pure lava creeping forth from the magma of the earth, they feeling the life and warmth of the land they exist in and wish to preserve it and cultivate such heat to bring forth life. Creatures of less divine nature are sensitive to the heat and thus the all warmth has chosen to be a gentle god to all life around them offering their warmth and comfort.

Domains: Volcanos, Mountains, Islands

Color: that of lava bright and warm

God attributes: Major- Heat Minor- Fire,Strength

My Minions: the shale- creatures of various stages of heat. some of the shale are a ball of lava cooled on the surface dripping with precious warmth. Others are nearly cold entirely, being made of cooled earth and onyx that shales off their bodies.

Minion attribute: defense

Minion ability: amalgamation
the shale are creatures hailing from one original true warmth and thus they may combine their bodies when needed to achieve a higher purpose.

Starting hex: 16,8

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>>5436375
Name: Thalak (Bright Lord, The First Ray, Herald of Independence, He Who Shines)
Description: A large floating shelled being, bright red at its front which slowly grows darker nearing the shell. A rough rugged face accompanied with a set of ears, nostrils, mouth, and three eyes. A mouth at the bottom with a number of limbs on each side which is what Thalak uses to travel anywhere in the air.
Domains: Freedom, Sun/Day
Color: Red
God Attributes: [Major: Fortitude] [Minor: Affinity, Spirit]
Your Minions: The Cahoot (Frogs), were originally a mundane quadruped race until Thalak's first ascent into the world evolved them into a biped race, short and slim. Originally their skin pure black, now are red with vivid black patterns running through their back, which also signifies their physical beauty. Two genders, male and female who only have two significant differences, the eyes of males are red and females yellow, male skin is typically darker were female skin is brighter.
Minion Attributes: Population
Minion Ability: Amphibious
Starting Hex: 9,22

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>>5436375
Name: SABASTIOUS THE DEMON HORSE
Description: A towering destrier of infernal origins. Whether he is a product of the collapsing cycles of the world, a potential cause, an embodiment of the coming apocalypse, or merely a convergent occurance; SABASTIOUS does not know, nor does he particularly care. Rising out of the central deadlands and crossing the petrified woods, into terrain with such audacity to still be habitable, SABASTIOUS has torn and salted the soft loamy soil under hoof. And from such ruined soils, he has called forth a motley crew to worship and enable his ambitions. With flaming red eyes and a dark blue coat, all that settle in his gaze are filled with equal parts dread and ruthless desperate ambition.

Domain: [DEMON HORSES]
Color: Deep Blue (#050298)
God Attributes: Major: Agility - Minor: Strength, Fortitude

Your Minions: Mohawkers
A "crede" more than a race, they are of burly humanoid make, and have grown into a collective of hellraisers, speed junkies, and ruffians. Often recognizable and distinct from other races by their bright and abnormally colored hair often worn in outrageous styles. With broad shoulders, they tend to fashion whatever they can into pauldrons, helmets, and codpieces for what passes for modesty in their society. Typically the more impressive and spiky a Mohawker's hair and clothing is, the more outstanding they are in SABASTIOUS's society. The only thing more important than power or speed to them, is power and speed with style.
Minion Attributes: Offense
Minion Ability: Speed Demons: From the backs of mighty steeds, or in the seats of guzzolene mana-which-is-totally-not-oil powered contraptions, the Mowhawkers are most comfortable on the move. While requiring a form of transportation to get them from A-to-B (their bodies while capable of putting on quite a bit of mass, tend to favor body building over leg day), once they get said form of transportation they can live in mobile settlements. With only minor issues of sourcing food or raw resources to their settlements compared to more traditional sedentary settlements.
(Read, mongol mongol mongol, mobile settlements woo woo)
Starting Hex: <17,20>

Alright. With that, aside from a couple of reserved spots, I’ll close the roster off for the time being. If you’re still interested in joining the game, feel free to post your god or join the discord and you might have the chance to join in once a new spot opens up.

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>Name:
Belweir

>Description:
A large floating crystal. When light shines through his body, shadows cast by his internal imperfections create an illusion that makes him appear to have eyes.

>Domains:
[Crystal] [Electricity] [Magic]

>Major Attribute:
Affinity

>Minor Attributes:
Spirit, Fortitude

>Your Minions:
Entities made from naught but a small amount of magic, the Thaumites are a curious race of floating light sprites

>Minion Attributes:
Population

>Minion Ability:
Non-physical bodies

>Color:
Grey [#B6C8C8]

>Starting Hex:
[22,24]

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>>5436375
> Name : Zebrac / The Void
> Description: (See Image) A lithe figure of braided wire, muscle, metal, and bone. Shifting, rearranging, and reforming constantly. Minions are the Voidspawn, mismatched, augmented, tortured creations. (mix of giger horror world and cenobites.)
> Domains: Torture, and Change
> Color: Turquoise?
>God Attributes
Major: Agility
Minor: Terraforming, Spirit
> Minions: The Voidspawn - Long ago, either in a flight of fancy, a fit of rage, or simply business, Zebrac captured mortals, changed and shifted them into a "more fitting form". These tortured beings are the Voidspawn, unwillingly serving Zebrac at the promise of more pain, or so far gone; serving willing at the promise of causing more pain. (sketch soon to come)

> Minion Attributes: Population
> Minion Ability: One With The Void
"As you are, we once were. As we are, soon you shall be."
> The Voidspawn, upon successfully defeating enemy minions, may capture them to return to Zebrac, where after (2-3?) turns of torture, enemies are converted into Voidspawn.

>>5436875
>Additional Minion Ability
Crystal control
Additional ability approved by the first seal before posting.

Name: Nardu, the Storyteller
Description: A humanoid figure, wrapped in bandages made of runed paper. In place of a face, a smiling stone mask rests.
Domains: Stories, Magic, and Travellers
Color: Beige
God Attributes: Major Spirit, Minor Affinity and Fortitude
Your Minions: Skaldlings. A race of dimunitive shrew-like humanoids who pride themselves on the gathering of stories, knowledge and history. They chronicle the history of the world in oral form, and speak these tales to all
Minion Attributes: Culture
Minion Ability: Extreme stamina. The Skaldlings can travel extaordinary distances without needing to rest, or with little food
Starting Hex: 21,21

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Name: Blasting Death Singing Mayhem
Description: A manasery of gore and meat bound in leather and rope that has somehow been formed into the shape of a small (4’5ft) woman. A being of both pure masochism and sadism, who only wishes to inflict pain and to be inflicted in return. Her body constantly moving in either a perverted dance in reverence of her joy, or gyrations of deep pain in an attempt to escape her bondage. And for personality wise…He’s a complete and utter freak.
Domain: B.D.S.M
Color: Dark Hot Pink #D90166
God Attributes: MAJOR: STRENGTH Minor: Spirit, Fortitude
Your Minions: The Subdomons: Like their great master, a race of meat entrapped in leather. Their forms come in all shapes and sizes, ranging from stout pygmies, to camel-like creatures twice the size of a man. The only thing connecting these beings are their masks, and their sick fetishitic personalities obsessed with pain.
Minion Attributes: Offense
Minion Ability: Boundless Bondage: One per turn, if an enemy unit is within two hexs of Blast’s unit, the unit may “Bond” the enemy unit in place. When a unit is bond, they cannot commit any action until the next turn. This ability can only be used once per turn.
Starting Hex: 17,19

>>5436888
>Starting Hex
32, 21

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>As a final breath of creation graces this dying world, the wheel spins for the last time.
All of the gods below are now free to begin their first turn.
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>>5438282
Legs flailing spasmodically, the great and gangly edifice of steel and *something* slowly and painfully becomes aware of its surroundings. Eyes of glass and circuitry focus on the small creatures milling aimlessly at its feet.
>>FILE SUCCESSFULYL RETRIEVED. ORGANISMS IDENTIFIED AS EMERGENCY BIO-ENGINEERED WORKERS (EBWOS)
>>CURRENT DIRECTIVES
>Gather resources
>Construct facilities for resource processing and subsequent manufacture of- of- of-
> [ERROR ERROR ERROR]
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>Ensure protection and proliferation of EBWOS in service of above

[MAJOR ACTION] Gather resources? That... That could be done. With an exertion of [PROTOCAL NOT RECOGNIZED], the Steel weaver Claims the hex of 11,8, with leftover energy splashing over onto 10,9 and 9,9

[MAJOR ACTION] Ensure protection and proliferation of the EBWos... Protection... Protection?! With a sudden lurch, the steel weaver... Falls over with limbs askew, the act of [PROTOCAL NOT RECOGNIZED] in order to Claim the new territory leaving it... Drained, somehow. As the EBWos cluster around in concern, the steel weaver begins to communicate with strange beeps and whistles. Bio-engineered instincts allowing them to derive meaning from this input, the EBWos begin the construction of a crude settlement, not much more than holes dug into the sides of hills or underneath the mighty pine trees, mud and fallen plant matter used to insulate them against the northern cold.

>>5438298
(Forgot I had infinite DI this turn lol)
As the EBWos get to work, the Steel Weaver turns to diagnostics. The unrecognized protocol proves difficult to quantify, but the energy that fueled it... That remains accessible. And thus, through means that are strange and frightening to a being of logic and science, the concept of LABOR seeps into the EBWos, allowing them to build, build, keep building, build at a pace that would normally require more than double their number AND some form of organization beyond the crude instructions they were given! Granted, given their lack of tools there is only so much they can accomplish with their bare claws, but the pits of sharpened sticks and walls of dirt and stone go a long way towards satisfying the Steel Weavers desire to keep them safe.
>Newly constructed village gains +1 defense, despite not having the tech to accomplish that normally!

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>>5438282

A burst of sea-foam welcomes Nifo Toto into the world, the god rising from the depths to clamber aboard the icy wastes. Behind him, smaller versions of himself, who stare with pitch-black eyes across the white plains before them.


>Action 1 - [DI (Blood/Hunting)] - Imbue 'Blood Scent' into people. (Hunting analogue, for now.)
Nostrils flaring, Nifo Toto senses prey. In the distance, great beasts stride through patchy clusters of red grain. Woradine, he somehow knows to name them, Sadly, his shiver (a group of sharks!) seems to lack his keen senses, the cold air failing to carry along scents like their watery homes could.
No matter! He runs a claw along his forearm, divine blood leaking free and falling to the snow below. As one, his fellows dive for the red-stained powder, each swallowing a mouthful and changing as the divine might fills them. There! Now they may hunt above water as well as they do below!


>Action 2 - [DI] Claim 2 hexes. (19,6 / 20,7)
To give them the hunting grounds they now need, Nifo Toto expands his divine influence, stretching across the ice.

>God Unit Move - From 19,5 to 17,6
>God Unit [DI (Icy Waters)] Interact - Protect self from blistering flame god with a coating of water.
Another god! One counter to his own nature, from first glance! A bloodless being of flame and magma, sliding down a mountain and making the ice below into a steaming slurry!
With a bellow, he is across the ice, nostrils flaring as he gets closer. A shimmering veil of water begins to coat his skin as the temperature gets higher and higher, until he stands before the god itself.
"You face Nifo Toto, bloodless curr! Fear my might!"

>>5438282
As a wheel stops spinning, an Orb begins to rotate. Faster and faster it turns, rising up upon a repellent field of magnetic force, blue lines of energy glowing across the surface as it opens up into the great unblinking Syrconite eye that knows itself as Magnus. Around this orb static buzzes as the swirl of a wind, and carried by this energy float shard upon shard of minute Syrconite filings spun from the formation of the metal eye, coalescing into crude orbits as they spin and grow before falling outside Magnus' field and dropping to the ground. Here, they move and turn; the first moments of the Fileorva as they extrude themselves into shapes and limb-forms in test of their capabilities and new sapience.

1)Major Action + DI: A village for the Fileorva
>Found a village on 25,10
Magnus' great field pulls upon the ground beneath, strumming and vibrating to work upon deep layers of Syrconite and Magnium to pull them up from the ground in the forms of pillars and false-trees to match the other un-plants of these petrified forests. Around a crater, these branching metallic reaches stretch themselves, the influencing field of magnetic flux and the labour of the Fileorva working earnestly to turn this once-hollow at the mountain's side to a raised and defensible village. Regarding this village built up from the circular hollow, it is decided by the great Eye that 'Orbit' is a name deemed suitable. And so it is named.

2)Major Action + DI: A claim upon surrounds.
Turning his ocular gaze to further reaches, Magnus lays a claim upon the hexes (24,11) and (24,9); reaching out with controlled forces to pull great sheathes of magnetic material from the ground beneath to stand as watchful pillars, signifiers of the mastery of Magnus.

God-Unit Action - Move to 25,12
The first works done, the unblinking Magnus floats south upon a static field to the shores of a barren coast. Dead beaches, stone forests. What has happened in this world?
Magnus Action: DI = Mind Domain
The Mind of mighty magnus reaches outward as his sight gazes onward, scrying and seeing for others he can sense; minds he might feel though his mastery. To any minds that might mutter and roil in range, the mind of Magnus broadcasts a single thought word.

'HELLO?'

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>>5438282
Because I am stupid and forgot to specify, the village will be on my starting hex, 10,8

>>5438282
In a nondescript costal desert, Versdel rouses his metallic frame from its bed in the sands. Sight-without-eyes gradually returns to him as consciousness settles. While a divinity as himself was nonplussed by weather, he could still sense the blistering heat. Had the harvest come so soon? No, there was no harvest...where was his Prosperity? Only fifty odd adherents keeping vigil over his form and fine sand stretching out, as far as he could see. This was no promised paradise, this heatscarred wasteland. Despite the disquiet in the newborn mind, he had already begun moving, and his Preservers silently obeyed. He did not know these adherents, nor did he create them consciously, but he felt intrinsically linked to them, and so they would form the vanguard of his Prosperity.

>[Major Action + DI] Claim (2,18), (2,19)
>God Unit - Move (2,19)
It was a long walk through the desert, for both the god and his followers. His first thoughts turned to a settlement, but the sand they had was insufficient. They needed sturdier materials in order to create a usable shelter. While the mountain ranges far in the east were pleasing for the purpose, they would be difficult to use without tools for quarrying. Instead, he tried for the mesas to the south, and was rewarded with the sight of a forest. It was...wrong, somehow, but the dry wood would serve for simple material purposes.

>[Major Action + DI] Develop Primitive Sandstone Equipment with Sandstone + Deadwood, invoking the Order domain to offset the relative fragility of the materials.
Axes, Picks, Spears. The Preservers took to their task with silent gusto. These beings did not understand communication at present, being little more than thralls to Versdel's whims currently, marching in perfect, silent formation. Especially now, in this surge of limitless energy he felt. Whatever had roused him from his slumber must still be echoing inside his newly formed spark. He extended a fraction of that to the Preservers' efforts, their weak tools granted fortitude to last until sturdier stone and healthier wood could be obtained. Everything in this land seemed so very fragile, the fleeting grasps of paradise in his mind seemed stark in comparison. What had happened to it all?

>(God Unit Action + DI): Interact, examine the Petrified Forest and its Deadwood. This land was unnaturally devoid of life, could he even begin to sense why? (Spirit test?)
Channeling his limited spiritual capacity, as he was quite tragically a being far more attuned to the material, Versdel seeks to better comprehend the ruin that came to these forests. Life was not gone everywhere, they had passed many a cactus and carrion bird. The oceans swam with fish. But this, this was a truly dead land. It was a worthy question to ponder to bide time as his Preservers began the initial process of obtaining resources for civilization.

>>5438282
>Dorsal Reaches, 2x MA + 2x DI (Terraforming corruption)

Colossal monolithic stone hands rise out of the ground wherever Shireruth lays claim over his land, the stolen trophies of his war against his unruly extensions. These limbs pervert the land and distort unnaturally its formations. They serve a purpose beyond mockery or marking Shireruths dominance over the environment however, they act as a means of transport for the stricken blind and dumb Damm'ta who survive to this day. Once the mighty limbs of this race shaped the land around them with effortless ease for Sheriruths multitudes, now they serve the same purpose for his minions.

Plucking apart blockages, dropping Damm'ta off in hard to reach areas or opening their palms to transport Damm'ta from one hand to another and swapping things between them, these ancillary extremities make possible the living in adverse terrain for the Damm'ta, but repel with obstinancy and violence those not permitted to dwell in Sheriruths land, swatting down trespassers and sojourners with equal rebuke.

Wherever the pale light of Sheriruth reaches, so too will will the land tremble and spill forth the discarded arms of The Old War.

(Intended first effect, makes terraformed mountains and volcanoes owned by me inhabitable)
(Intended second effect, they help defend my territory / make it harder to pass)

>MI: Sheriruth moves to the hex of 23, 19
Confused the appearance of this pallid land, The Great White Shape flies over to investigate it. So distracted fighting himself, he hadn’t noticed the anomaly until now.

>DI: If there’s anything somehow alive down there and it tries to mess with me, smash it to death
>Or investigate it if not hostile, just generally DI as appropriate

A cold wind blows through the northern forests, leaving in it's wake a cool fog that wraps around trees and rocks, beguiling creatures small and large, gently embracing all that is to be seen and covering both the earth and air in a heavy blanket of gloom. A pack of --wolves-- stand together for warmth and safety, staring into the beguiling mists, curious yet afraid of the strange phenomenon marking their previously familiar territory.

And yet, as they stare into the darkness, so too does it stare into them. Quite literally, in this case, as another being of similar disposition and breed to the family appears as if from nowhere, striding towards them with a relaxed posture, it's eyes shining widely. The oldest members of the pack, ordinarily prone to aggressive defense of their territory, cautiously hold their ground, watching the newcomer attentively as it practically hovers towards them, the fog swirling around it's indistinct features.

Yet, just as it reaches them, the being stops abruptly, raising it's head southward and sniffing intently. Almost as quickly as he gained it, Nil lost interest in these animals, for he had found a far more interesting subject to investigate, one that smelled almost...familiar. Rippling and shifting before the wolves' eyes, he grows enormously, until his back nearly breaches the treetops, still melding seamlessly with the mist surrounding him. Quickly, he bounds away towards his new target, taking away the cold wind with him, as small rays of sunlight seem to pierce the grey cover where he stood. The wolves waste no time in jumping in to enjoy the warmth.

>Action 1: Claim [MA] [DI]
With little warning, the air grows humid, the snow glistening underfoot as almost the whole north-western forest is covered in a grey haze. The Riath that inhabit it seem just as confused about it's nature as the mindless beasts it engulfs, yet still eager to take advantage of it, having embraced their bond with this strange force, praising it as the presence of the Great Spirit who birthed them, proof of his ever present watchful eye over his children, even if he never seems to make a direct appearance.
>[9, 7], [10, 7] and [11, 7] are claimed.

>>5438435
>Action 2: Develop [MA] [DI]
As they are (allegedly) descended from the Great Spirit's very breath, it's only natural for the Riath to have inherited his voice. Naturally soft and sly, their grunts and whispers echo become a frequently encountered noise within the forest. Their communal nature, combined with their near obsession for investigating and categorizing the world around them quickly leads to the development of a complex language, so young, yet already so full of nuance and double meanings that it would be near incomprehensible to one who hasn't been taught to appreciate the finer details of each and every sentence. This alone would be quite the development, but it seems that it, too, is affected by their mystical connection to the mists. Engulfed in fog, the voices of the Riath are carried along the forest floor to downright unnatural distances, reaching only the ears of those intended to hear them in quickly fading echoes.
>Language is developed, and through the use of Divine Influence, the voices of Nil's minions are able to cross great distances while within his territory.

>Action 3& 4: God Unit Move & Communicate
Following the scent of this strange new presence, Nil bounds through his territory like the wind, filled with curiosity that completely overshadows his cautiousness. Reaching the edge of his lands, the Mist God takes on a smaller form, once again resembling a common beast, though one who's nature is impossible to hide from a direct observant. Lying low, he runs through the trees as-of-yet free from his influence, marvelling at the appearance of strange creatures that seem to be as intelligent as his own experiment. And yet, he almost instantly loses interest at the sight of the towering being that frets over them. Observing it for but a second, Nil swiftly climbs the closest, tallest tree to the spider-like God, his cloudy form taking a more solid shape as he stares directly into what he can only assume to be it's eyes, speaking in as friendly a tone he can, which still ends up sounding quite sketchy.

"Greetings, o' tall one. Forgive my sudden appearance, but I couldn't help but notice your presence, not could I ignore just how much it reminded me of myself. Tell me, just what are you?"
>Nil moves to [10, 8] and initiates contact with Steel-Weaver.

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>>5438282

As the ethereal veil of light and unimaginable colors begins to fade and recede back to its place in the sky, what can only be described as a pure abomination to nature is left in its wake. With endless maws, and eyes that leave no corner unwatched, The Serfs scatter in maddened fear of that which they begat. A voice beams from above with one final command.

"Rise, you disgusting sycophant. Take a shameful form, for your humiliating mind. You will learn right from wrong, regardless of the cost. Do what you must. I will be watching."

From within the avatar of light, colors pour outwards from its veins and orifices, as it beats and empowers the mass of flesh with divinity. A graveled and tortured voice cries outwards.

"...I..I...SH..SHALL...S..SERVEE.......A.. AND I.. SHALL FEED..."

>Unit Action [Carn'aath]: Kill 5 of my pop and consume their souls using Prepared Souls. I'll be referring to these as soul points or SP from now on.
In a blur of action, Carn'aath springs from position and writhes its tentacles around the nearest Serfs, crushing, mauling, and lacerating hundreds in only a brief moment. Through this act, Carn'aath cuts the population of the Serfs down by half.
"THROUGH THEIR SACRIFICE, THERE SHALL BE REDEMPTION"

>Major Action [Develop] [DI] [5 SP]: The Unmaking - Carn'aath inflicts a powerful cancer upon himself, a malignancy that comes from within and seeks out a single goal. The Unmaking of flesh.
Carn'aath's form begins to develop cancerous bubbles of decaying skin, a body eternally unmaking and remaking itself. A deathly curse of the soul that works to destroy his body, but too weak to resist the regenerative nature of his newly claimed divinity. While perhaps ineffective on a divine body like his own, it shall certainly ravage the flesh of a mortal.
"THROUGH MY SUFFERING, THERE SHALL BE POWER"

>Major Action [Develop] [DI]: The Spread - The Unmaking detaches itself from identity, knowing the skin of more than solely Carn'aath's, but of any who his flesh may meet. His minions cannot carry such a disease, for they would meet their own end, and it is resisted by the spark of a divinity. It does not spread by air, spit, or germs: Solely by the meeting of flesh.
The unbounding power of color and light that shines within The Champion beat faster and faster, as his cankerous bleeding body swells in pain. Through Carn'aath's suffering, others shall soon know the meaning of his birth.
"AND THROUGH YOUR WISDOM, THERE SHALL BE CARNAGE"

>ACTION 1 - [DI] Claim, 21,22& 22,22

The Storyteller was not one to spurn his disciples. The Skaldlings needed homeland, and homeland he would give them. Wherever he trod, softly worn trails and markers would lead to food and water. Everything a disciple of Nardu needed.

>Action 2 - [DI] Develop Agriculture/Medicinal Agriculture
Before he departed, a twinge of sadness struck Nardu's heart. He could not bear his Skaldlings to be without care or aid. He taught them what he knew of the herbal medicines in their homeland, and how to use them. How to grow them. If they were injured in his absence, they would not be harmed for long.

>God Unit Move from 21,21 to 24,21
Nardu began his great adventure, gathering tales of the earth around him as he headed eastward
>Communicate to Sheiruruth.
The gnarled walking stick Nardu had come to call a friend carried him to the foot of the mountaintops where another god dwelled. Its' vast appearance hovered in the sky above, and Nardu was eager to speak.

"Oh kinsman, I am Nardu. The one who tells the stories. The one who walks the Earth. I come bearing good tidings, and questions of your nature. Will you humor a curious god, and tell me your tale?"

>>5438445
The enormous robotic spider recoils from the sudden intrusion, its domelike "head", really just the top half of its mostly spherical body, whirling around to face the new presence. As its gleaming optical sensors focus on the anomaly before it, internal fans go whirring to cool its processors as they digest the sudden query.

"What... Am I?" It speaks hesitantly, as if unused to the very act of speech.

"What *am* I?" It speaks again. "That thing I did to the mountain... That was not in my,,, Instructions? Directives? No, no, my... Programming! Yes, that thing I did to the mountain was not in my programming!" The momentary elation in its voice is swiftly replaced by dread. "So why did I do it then? HOW did I do it then?! WHAT AM I?!"

One of the EBWos drops what it's doing to give a comforting hug to one of the divine's long, long legs. The amnesiac automaton drops everything to begin fussing over the brave little creature, cleaning their fur and making sure none of their claws have chipped.

>>5438461
The wispy canine tilts his own head curiously as the machine-God seems to suffer under it's own internal logic when faced with such an existential question. With each panicked word, if such an emotion even applied to the spider, Nil grows more and more intrigued, visibly edging forward, his lips peeling back under the flowing fog to a vague approximation of a grin. This puzzle could only get more interesting, it seemed.

"Those creatures,then..." He ponders out-loud, his silver eyes peering predatorily at the EBWo from the treetop. "What are they? Perhaps we could trace your origin if we knew more about those that serve you." 'Or those you serve.', he thinks to himself, noting it's behaviour to the lower life form, more akin to a caretaker than a creator.

Without warning, he leaps off the tree onto the same leg previously hugged by the diminutive mortal, rapidly descending and hovering across the ground until he reaches the EBWo, surrounding it in vapor as he investigates it's features from up close. "Why do you care for it? Protect it? What does it offer you?" He speaks, but only to himself, thinking aloud, as if this living being was just a puzzle for him to unravel.

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>>5438343
...Nothing there. Naught but whispers by the shore of this ashen sea, no minds that knowingly hear the pull of Magnus' own, no like-linked parts of a former whole to resonate and attract. Just stains upon a putrid beach, no doubt the remnants of some act of ruin. The lone eyeball gazes out across the sea a moment more; then begins to float in reverse to the direction first taken, levitating by power of mind and magnetics to return to the new and growing site of Orbit.

>God-Unit Continued Action - Move back to 25,10; end movement, unit action and turn.

>>5438455
The obstinate Sheriruth remains impassive for many moments, busy doing something or other.

What it is doing is revealed shortly, as great stone hands rise from out of the ground, ripping through bedrock and shaking free loose dirt all around the traveler god, before at last one rises beneath him, lifting him up into the air to meet the Pale Hand from a more even footing.

“What you ask of stands now before you. The discarded arms of rebellion and refusal.”
“This field of once-flesh is a testament to it.”

“Ancillaries who sought my ichor lie stricken cobbled and blinded suffer the certainty I provided.”

“I am I, indivisible, never to be again severed.”

>With that, Sheriruth seems to consider the conversation over for now and leaves the immediate area, turning rather excessively slowly before zooming off at top speed

>>5438475
Registering more queries, the confused newborn god mentally retreats to what is logical and known, however little that may be.

"EBWo. Emergency Bio-Engineered Worker. Primary function, facilitate completion of directives. C-current directives are as follow: One, gather resources. Two, construct facilities for resource processing and subsequent manufacture of... Manufacture of..." The whirring of fans briefly intensifies, before coming back down. "Subsequent manufacture. Let's leave it there." The machine god finishes, synthetic tones somehow conveying recognizable discomfort. "Three..."

Silence. Prolonged silence. Abruptly broken by a noise that sends the poor EBWo reeling back, covering its ears. "CURRENTLY UNKNOWN!" The steel weaver blurts out, cutting off the noise. "Directives three, four, and five cannot be recovered at the present time, AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT!" The highly distressed robotic octopod states, sounding more like they are trying to convince themselves than anyone else.

Taking a moment to cool down in both a figurative and literal sense, the amnesiac automaton musters the strength to continue. "Six, ensure protection and proliferation of EBWos in service of the above."

The mention of the EBWos draws the spider's attention to the specimen of such that came to its aid, only to be frightened by its outburst. "No, no no no it's okay, I'm fine now, I promise, you're doing good, you're doing great..."

Almost completely ignoring the other god present, The Steel Weaver begins playing soft music over its speaker. The EBWos within earshot have absolutely no ability to replicate this tune and can barely even comprehend what it is they are hearing, but the one closest to the music's source begins calming down as they listen.

(This is not a development action, though if any of the EBWos remember it then it might become one later.)

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>>5438282
>>SABASTIOUS THE DEMON HORSE

>Major: [Develop] [DI] - CREDE OF RIGHTEOUS RESPECT AND DOMINANCE - In this world, power and style are everything. To give style and power, or to take it by force - Respect and Dominance - are thus the most powerful things one can wield over another. This is the first lesson of SABASTIOUS to his Mohawkers. Followed shortly after by the second lesson, that SABASTIOUS is the absolute authority and power to these pissants. Such an aggressive social hierarchy and society this will create, pleases the DEMON HORSE to no end.

>Major: [Create Hero Unit] [DI] - THE FIRST RIDER - In His presence, all cowered before the DEMON HORSE. All but one. An unknown Mohawker of immense stature approaches and mounts the towering SABASTIOUS with a straight face, and from the sheer audacity of such an action SABATIOUS swells with newfround Respect. The DEMON HORSE grants this mortal untold powers in exchange and to enable him to act as the god's Voice.
>>[CREDE OF RIGHTEOUS RESPECT AND DOMINANCE], [Blood of the Stallion], [Lungs of a Courser], [Voice of the DEMON HORSE]
Using: Domain - DEMON HORSES, CREDE OF RIGHTEOUS RESPECT AND DOMINANCE

A cloud of steam erupts from the DEMON HORSE's nostrils as steady breaths of infernal air meet the cool night air. The first sunset has just passed since his rise onto this continent. And after crushing a man's head - and devouring the corpse - for daring to stand between the god and tree-fruit that was rightfully his, all other Mohawkers have been keeping their distance. Just far enough away to not be caught under hoof or catch the gaze of his ire, but close enough to enjoy the warmth of the flaming mane cresting the horse from hell. A welcome reprieve from the cold, darkness, and beasts of nature. Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't after all.

The crackling and flickering hellfires lit the forest canopy with eerie light as SABASTIOUS continued to breath in the night air.
Three.
This world was filled to the brim with divine energies, yet He could tell, he could *sense* the exactness of three others like him in his general vicinity. One smelled of parchment and earthly rodents; another, of ground crystals and momentary sparks of ozone; then there was HER. A harlot oozing the Aura of Dominance, Binding, Enforced Order. A whore that had the gall to manifest in such close proximity to a being of Chaos such as Him, that it could only be interpreted as a challenge. One who, in His vividness at the thought, would potentially try to *enslave* Him out of principle. The mere notion caused the flames on his back to burn brighter than the pits of hell, causing all around Him to flinch back in fear. All but one, who stared straight at the DEMON HORSE, meeting his gaze the entire night.
Something would have to be done about this.

>>5438282
>>5438652
>>SABASTIOUS THE DEMON HORSE

As the sun rises the following day, and after much menacing rumination, SABASTIOUS has made his decision. He stands, the grasses under his hooves burn, the ground cries out in agony like tortured mortals, and with a huff of brimstone and sulfur, the DEMON HORSE trots forward towards the edge of the grove He had rested in. But as He nears the forest proper, one man stands before him. A Mohawker of unknown linage and no renown. Notable only for his build and his piercing gaze. Where all others fled back from the god as he began his march to the goddess of BDSM, this one stood indignant. This one could see the fires and plans blazing in the cold dead eyes of his god, and nodded. Without even exchanging words, the man strode forth, reached up to snag at the beast's mane, and swung himself up in one mighty leap. He would come with the god to do battle for glory and fame, that was his terms. For the first time since his birth, SABASTIOUS *smiled*. A truly terrifying visage that caused all around him to take on a deathly pallor. With a deep chuckle, the god continued His march forward, now a rider in tow. The last sight his people would see, as they crossed from verdant forests to wastes of bare stone trees, was that of the First Rider swelling and pulsing. Growing tainted and ripe on demonic power. And with a simple turn of his head, the RIDER uttered, "To war."

The transformation would only continue as they crossed into the domain of the harlot goddess. THE FIRST RIDER's frame grew to match the size of the horse he rode. His eyes burn a deep red that could look right into a man's soul. His lungs filled with smoke and brimstone, ready to belt out commands and orders that left no room for questioning or doubt. And through the first ever made Demonic Pact, he could communicate directly with the DEMON HORSE himself. SABASTIOUS was pleased with the FIRST RIDER, and made it clear there would be opportunities abound to please Him further.

Such as, in the desolation and subjugation of their too close for comfort neighbors.
With a single hell-raising roar, The DEMON HORSE and THE FIRST RIDER charge into the thickets of the deadlands, plowing through dead logs like twigs and setting them ablaze by mere proximity. Upturning mounds of earth and entire fields, they finally arrive in the camps of the Subdomons. SABASTIOUS unhinges his jaw as it continues to widen and lengthen. And finally, it lashes out at the Domination goddess herself, attempting to spill the first divine blood this world would ever see.

>Unit Action [God Unit] [DI] - SABASTIOUS Charges forth into the petrified woods of [17,19], and Attacks Blasting Death Singing Mayhem. Peace was never an option.
With a single

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The rotting corpse has been standing there for aeons, with the blessing of its patron slowly seeping into every inch of its festered body. It remains in the dead centre of an accursed swamp, where the air is still and silent, and even birds refuse to visit. The Moon-Touched Prey awakens at long last, and the ragged crescent rises behind it. Its writhing flesh and broken bones are revealed in the spectral moonlight. All around it are members of its herd— wild creatures who previously sought shelter near the upright carcass. For generations, they've been kept safe by its aura, joining it in the rejection of the natural order. Now that their guardian has awoken, The Herd knows to kneel. Mere animals lower themselves to the ground, touching their heads and hooves to the mushy soil in worship of their deity.

It raises its head to the sky. The apparition of the moon remains anchored at a fixed point, spectral lines attempting to complete the wispy circle that runs along its edge. The dead God begins to walk, moving with single-minded purpose. As it moves, nature quivers in agony. The land grows quiet, and animals flee en-masse to adjacent territories. It transforms the ground it walks upon into a twisted biosphere suited only for its kin. Nothing is welcome but the plants, twisted to feed on the light of the moon instead of sun, and the creatures who've received its blessing. A low mist hangs over the land, and dead silence ensues. Even the tiniest insects in the soil recognize that they're unwelcome.

Art source: https://www.deviantart.com/behzadsohrabi/art/Unknown-Land001-690349020

>Major action [DI]: Claim [21, 27], [21, 28], and [22, 29]

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>>5438672

If the laws of nature state that a being is doomed to a painful death, for the mere sin of being born at the bottom of the food chain, then the Moon-Touched Prey will reject all of nature. The beast was once sacred, respected by a long-dead people. And the agony of being hunted and sacrificed remains ever-present within its fractured mind. No more. It did not accept such a fate for itself, even as it was ripped apart by savage teeth and squawking beaks. It will not accept it now.

Animals serve Man, and are forever beneath them. Man serves a King, who lords over them. And in turn, the King serves God. But now, the Beast has become God, and the natural order will be turned on its head.

It begins by shambling North, where it senses the brilliant light of another deity. Its own divine essence is pale and wretched by comparison, infused into the body of a lowly creature instead of being born with majesty and grace like a God ought to. But it carries itself with purpose all the same. The Moon-Touched Prey stands upon the very lands that The Blessed Mother originates on. She will instead awaken in a pallid, accursed swamp, with the Prey's influence already seeping deep into it. It stands by her children, black sockets betraying no spark of life or awareness. It does not speak, but the message is clear.

They are as unwelcome as the buzzing bugs, the scavenger birds, and the hunting beasts.

>Unit Action [God Unit]- Move to [21, 26], Eden's starting tile.
>Major action [DI]: Claim [20, 26], [20, 27], and [21, 26]

>>5438282
Zebrac tosses it's long, vein covered with bleeding rusty nails protruding, head back. Foul ichor splattered down to the hill covered lands that smoked upon reaching the ground below. The dark Goddess of Change took this in with an all too familiar excited sheen in her dark eyes, many of the Voidspawn whimpering or quivering in fear. Barbed wires veins rip from the black chitin covered arms, the rending claws carving deep furrows in the dry soil.

"This is akin to a dream, the ones of absolute lucidity. To step out from where one was once limited, and shatter the meager bounds of reality. Torture the world, change the people, Torture the people, change the world? No?"
Zebrac madly mutters to herself stretching out like a cat, scythe like tail whipping behind her. Then with a crack, like a breaking of a mirror, the claws of the Torture god pull on the frames of existence. Metal and flesh pour from her body, pipes of rusted iron, bone, and other seemingly living flesh, stretching north towards the sea, while further south barbed wire veins filled with oil push upon the grasslands. What oddities.

> [MA] [DI] CLAIM
(32,20) (32,22) (32,23)


> [MA] DEVELOP

She throws a dismissive eye to the Voidspawn.

"We will be undergoing 'Minion Evaluations'... beginning as of now. My lovely and gracious self -" She trails a bladed finger across the cheek of a Voidspawn, splitting it to the bone, while the poor being bites its lips till they bleed to prevent it's cries from escaping.

"- Shall find you all a suitable target, someone truly delectable. You will prepare them a proper reception in the meantime, before you go retrieve them. Do try to tidy up dearies, you don't want Me to be upset with you do you?"

The Voidspawn screech and wince in fear, slapping the ground and edging away.

Before Zebrac leaves, the Voidspawn busy about, molding sheets of raw metal, skin, and bone into a strange tall cylindrical prism, upon which there is a single opening in the top. A suitable dwelling for any dinner guests of Zebrac, perhaps?

>God Unit Move 31, 25
Zebrac races, like a black expanse where light was cut from the world with a knife down the coastline. Once she feel she has gone far enough, she bellows out.

>"Who else is blessed to receive me upon this world?"
> is this all alright?

>>5438347
(Give me a spirit roll, please)

>>5436375
It is to late to join?

>>5438740
I believe so, yes. Shame, OP said the maximum number of players would be 20, and we wound up with 19.

>>5438740
Well, I might be able to fit one more player in, depending on how long it takes to process a turn as-is. Post a god sheet, and I'll see if I can slot you in for turn 2. If not I can at least add you to the queue.

>>5438781
Overridden by the QM! You're in luck, my friend.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>5438702

>>5438604
Nil can only stare at his fellow god's bipolar reactions, slowly pacing around it as it swings from cold mechanical instructions to panicked shouts of self-affirmation. A being of divine might, a slave to it's orders, yet unable to even rememer them.

"How quaint..." he speaks to himself aloud once more, his voice unheard under the spider's musical system. That, as well, intrigued him. The Mist God had never heard such things before, yet he somehow fathomed it perfectly thanks to his own godly spark, and with every second the mystery surrounding the great arachnid grew deeper.

Gods ruled all that they saw, and yet before him was one that was bound to orders it couldn't even fathom-or simply didn't want to?-, one that spent more time caring for it's own creations-if indeed that was what the EBWos were-than taking advantage of it's divinity for it's own purposes. Even beyond that, it was made of metal, head to toe-or perhaps it was simply bolted onto it's flesh?-and looked unlike anything he had seen. Such a thing couldn't have been born. No, it was made by something else-engineered or bred?-and yet that simply couldn't be, for it was a god-or could there be something even greater than them? Was it's divinity part of the plan, the result of it's seeming rebellion or perhaps the reason?-

Thoughts running non-stop, Nil hadn't even registered that his physicaly form was coming apart at the seams, transparent tendrils of fog wrapping around the metal giant's legs and pulling upwards. He had decided. He wanted-no, he NEEDED to know more! To uncover everything there was to learn about this, to bring it to light. It was simple, all he had to do was tear it open and categorize it's innards, bolt or bone, flesh or metal, blood or oil, one by one by one by one by o-

"..."

Coming to his senses, he realized he had climbed the God machine's body up to it's eyes, staring directly into those blinding red lights, breathing heavily, the mist spilling from his maw fogging up the glass. Perhaps...he had gotten a bit ahead of himself. Best to start with the basics.

"Ahem...let's leave all those details aside, then. Apologies for my rudeness, but I was too caught up in my excitement for introductions. I am Nil, named as such by myself. And you?"

>>5438993
As the mist began to coalesce around the mechanical spider's optics, it is ignored at first, until it suddenly takes shape. Though alarmed at this action, the arachnid-shaped automaton shunts away the initial panic response for fear of hurting or frightening the poor EBWo yet again.

"My name? My name is..." Initial searches draw a blank. a replaying of your question draws attention to the fact that you named yourself. Fragmentary knowledge is assembled, links of logic are made, and a conclusion is reached.

"My name is Steel-Weaver, named as such by myself." And when the robotic spider speaks, there is a reverence in its tone, as if it has just done something which it takes great pride in.

>>5438794
Okay then
>>5436375
> Name: Amarowk
> Description: apex predator incarnate its form incorporates mqny animalistic atributes from felids, canids, lizards insects and many other. A horrific muscle bound beast covered in sharp spikes and skeletal carapace with many bonecrushing teeth and eyes. He is the instinct that drives beasts and he is rhe will to survive.
>Domain: Beasts
>Color: Amber
>godly attributes major: Strenght. Minor: fortitude and affinity

>Minions: the Wildlings. They are not a single race per say but lot of different species originating from a same progenitor working as a semi unified and highly inteligent group when neccesary. Shape wise they are mix and match of various mammalian, reptilian, and insectoids. And with various sizes from insect like decomposers to hulking siege beasts. Intelligence can vary between breeds.
>species attribute: population
>minion ability:
The wildlings has been adapted to various environments and threats until they dominated their surroundings from that point onwards their development slowed down dramaticaly after all without competition evolution came to a halt and without conflict the Wildlings grew weak.
Their development accelerates in great speed when they are in territorial conflict with others.

>starting hex: 2, 22

I think its good

>>5439047
Pardon

That hex is (well not occupied but not really good)
So change it into 16, 25

>>5439016
"Hoh, is that so?" he says, his eyes still gleaming. By now he's backed off, still attached to the edge of the newly named Steel-Weaver's largest lens by lingering tendrils of mist. 'So it can think for itself after all...'

Letting go at last, Nil free-falls to the forest floor, briefly losing form as his body becomes a cloud of fog, dispersing across the ground on impact before regrouping into his full canine body. Shaking himself off, he turns towards the EBWos for a brief moment, before facing his fellow god again, his expression altogether more serious. A direct interrogation isn't very effective, so it's best to start thinking in the long term.

"Pleased to meet you then, Steel-Weaver. Now that we're past introductions, how about we turn to negotiations? I, too, have a number of mortals under my care, alike to yours, though not quite the same. Perhaps we could benefit each other, and ease our people's troubles if we began some measure of cooperation? That is, of course, only if you wish. I do not mean to insinuate your...EBWos won't thrive on their lonesome."

It's simple enough to gain anyone's trust, so long as you play to their interests. Clearly, this spider only cared about it's minion's wellbeing, and thus it would be the most direct route to it's cooperation. Of course, it would help his own experiments in sentience along, but that was secondary.

>>5439096
Optics following its fellow god as he moves, the mention of cooperation gets the newly named divine's processors whirring once again.

"Yes. Resources and living space are currently plentiful enough that co-operation would be more advisable than competition. Although, apart from raw materials you could easily gather yourself, I have little to offer you at the present-"

The Steel Weaver stops, looking to the freshly claimed mountain for a moment, then back to the one called Nil.

"Actually, what resources *do* you have access to? My memory banks indicate that securing the mountain for future harvesting of raw materials required disproportionate effort compared to the areas surrounding."

>>5439047
Alright, turn processing hasn't been too bad, so I think I can fit you in on the second turn. Hop into the discord whenever and I'll write up a character sheet for you.

Rolled 6, 10, 5 = 21 (3d10)

>>5436421
As the mother tends to her children her land is filled with the noise of fleeing animals. The stench of something putrid and lowly brings itself, unwelcome, to her doorstep. It infests her sacred land, once fertile and abundant, turning the soft soil hard and cold and the vibrant forrest dark and dull. This is a threat for which she will not stand. She spreads her divine power to the neighbouring lands and sends her children forth to build.
>[MA] [DI]: Claim 21,25 and 22,26
>[MA] [DI]: Claim 23,25 and 23,26

As the stench of death approaches the border of her land, the mother shines her divine light on these cold and wretched creatures.
>Minor Action [DI], Convert Minions using Affinity

>>5439418
Deleted my post after getting some conflicting info on the mechanics, being allowed a redo. Move was an attempted conversion, rolling 4, 3, but is now void.

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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>5439424
The Moon-Touched Prey has no want for negotiations or cooperation. It is far, far beneath those basic civilities. The being of light has had its opportunity to turn Eastwards and accept its claim, but has chosen to attack instead. The beast gives no further warning. It stands before her, allowing the crescent moon to hang high over both their heads. The otherworldly sliver draws in the light of a distant star, and reflects it to produce a glow of its own. But this time, it absorbs the light from another source. As it lingers in the sky, over the gaping hole in its bearer’s back, the false moon saps at her strength, trying to wrench the essence right out of her body and absorb it into itself. The corpse stands tall, ribbons of flesh dangling off it as the miasma of decay fills the forest.

>Unit Action [God Unit]- Interact [DI], Attack Eden directly.

Art Source: https://twitter.com/BrandonMcCamey/status/1397019461593485317?s=20&t=riAbuyyeOdIagHGviZUp_gw

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>>5438334
Mgr Act DI claim 15,7 17,7
As the all warmth claims the snowy landscape drips of his being seep into the snow and earth creating pockets of bubbling hotsprings

Mgr Act DI create breath of flame the all warmth sees both a protective and proactive use for his shale to be able to blow a flame from their form. As such he breathes a fire from his mouth that starts red but but then begins to glow a blistering blue as the flame sputters out divine glowing ash falls down and touches all of his shale imparting them with the newfound ability.

Minor action communicate
The all warmth sees the strange creatures approach and can immediately feel the same divine nature in the head of its pack. It speaks its name and makes demands to submit to fear "such is those with power" the All Warmth mutters. He then speaks up in full force "I am the All Warmth there is nothing to fear of you especially not in such primitive times, you are wrong to say I am without blood for the ichor that flows through my veins is in yours as well." Pondering the All Warmth speaks again "rather than waste one's warmth on such coldness as the notion of fear why not choose the passionate heat of kinship, it is much more powerful than fear."
The All Warmth then smiles "should you choose not to heed me, we may fight and roll around in the landscape like wild animals it would be rather fun... for me."

>>5439145
And here comes the hard part. Selling people on something you don't have is the mark of a true scam arti-persuasive negotiator. Nil paces slowly, looking upward as if he thinks on what he can offer, when in truth, he's just wondering how to spin his inability to give anything new into something positive.

"For now, I can but give you what you already see in this forested land, though in far greater amounts. An insurance, of sorts, that you will never find yourself lacking." he says, grinning sleazily.

"Of course, if you seek something truly novel, then we can postpone this business talk for later, once my people begin exploiting the great frozen north! Those icey sheets and the great waters beyond are bound to be full of potential resources, don't you think?"

>>5439591
After a few quick calculations, the Steel Weaver arrives at a conclusion. "Postponement would be acceptable. Now, if you excuse me, I must tend to my followers. While they're working very hard and I am very proud of them for that, communication and coordination do not appear to be strong suits of theirs. Nothing a bit of proper oversight can't help, of course."

>>5439637
Not a complete success, but having laid the foundations for further investigation is good enough for now. Nil gives a simple nod, wisps of fog flying from his head at the movement.

"I understand. Nevertheless, I hope this is the beginning of a fruitful partnership for the both of us." He turns, slowly padding away towards a distant tree. "I'll leave you to your work now. There's no doubt in my mind, when next we meet, your followers will be more even more impressive than they are now, being in such capable..." He glances at Steel-Weaver's long legs for a second before finishing. "...Springs."

Finally, he leaves in silence, passing behind a tree and simply fading away to most observers. Of course, this is only a trick, as he takes mist form and bounds up the greak pine at immense speed, quickly reaching it's top-most branches and looking down from above. For a second, he moves to return to his own lands, before looking back at his fellow god with newfound interest.

This Steel-Weaver seemed quite out of sorts for the moment, and it's pinpoint focus on those tiny creatures only added to Nil's temptation. Surely it wouldn't notice if he just...stuck around, just a little, to observe it's behaviour without any outside interference?

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>>5438282
The Mountain-voice wasn't truly aware of its sapience until it repeated a sound it has never heard of before. It would ruminate on where it might have heard of it before, before realizing that it did not repeat the howling calls the Dazawk at times made when they found a particularly large cadaver.

This double contradiction in an identity largely based on repeating whatever sounds comes to it, brought it into a fit of panic, shifting its great weight over the level sands.
>Unit Action [God Unit]: Move to [9,17]

As the sand settles, the divinity resorted to its favored pastime, that of echoing sounds, mostly to calm down. Still, the Mountain-voice continues to be surprised, as its echoes continues to echo, louder and smaller at times. The panicked squawks of the Dazawk, the twisting and breaking of Sable, and the popping of air and vacuum as the Mountain speedily shifted.
>[MA][DI]: Claim [7,15], [8,16]
>[MA][DI]: Claim [9,15], [9,16]

Its voice brought with it a kind of inertia, a consistent change of stuff and sound, though dotted with randomness. Unto the stony sands, the sands themselves stirred with life in the Mountain's wake.
>[MI][DI]: Sing.

>>5439655
As the EBWos busy themselves constructing both their future village and the defenses said village will employ, the problem that the steel-weaver spoke of soon becomes apparent. Although fully capable of understanding the instructions given to them by their patron, their own communication seems to be limited to yelling and pointing, followed by hoping real hard that the other guy will figure out what it is you're pointing at and why you are doing so.

Though technically sufficient for the moment, it is clear that it will prove woefully inadequate for more larger or more complicated tasks. Not at all like the sophisticated language system being developed by the Riath to the north. {Hint hint}

>>5439708
Now this...this was quite interesting. Indeed, Nil could work with this. It was well worth exposing himself for the sake of speeding up the schedule. Wasting no time, he leaps from the treetops, unravelling into a cloud of mist once more, tearing across the earth to reach his fellow god once more.

"Ah, one last thing! While I was leaving, I took the chance to see these communication problems of yours first hand, and I believe I have just the thing!" He smiles grins once more, confident in this play.

"It's quite clear your young ones are held back only by the fact they can't express themselves like you and I. They quite simply lack the concept of spoken words. Thankfully, this is an issue my own creations have solved, and quite handily at that!"

Well, the ability to do so was hard coded into them from their first spawning, as the inability to do so would hamstring their potential instantly, so it's quite the unfair comparison, but nobody else needed to know that.

"How about we perform an exchange of materials for...services? I could arrange for some of mine to travel here, and teach your people some of their tongue. A fair trade, don't you think?"

>>5439789
After taking a few moments to calculate, The STeel Weaver reaches a conclusion. "Very well. You gain access to the materials of the mountain in exchange for giving us this knowledge. Then, by the time my people have internalized this knowledge, you will have access to the resources of the north with which to continue the trade?"

"If so, then this will be an agreement I shall happily partake in." They finished, internally giddy at themselves for this application of basic social interaction.

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>>5438455
Quick followup after I've asked a question

>God Unit(Nardu) Interact[DI] to build a road/trailhead stretching back to his point of origin.

Over hill, and under tree. Where the Bandaged Traveller stepped, softly eroded trails sprung in his wake. No plant nor animal dared to disrupt these paths. Where he stopped to rest, circles of stones rose to mark out as wayrests for any weary travellers. Even as he approached Sheriruth's mountain, a series of brightly coloured bandages lead the way into the foothills of the mountain. Any of Nardu's spawn, or any other gods' for that matter, would find great use in his paths. And he was happy to welcome them.

>>5438282

>MA [Develop] - Forage for fruits and berries
>MA [Develop] - Settlement at 3.21 - Largo

>God action Move - to 7.18

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>>5438282
Once light pierces into the world of the living and begins to devour the dark, the ground beneath the jungle of an island(9,22) begins to quake. Surrounding critters scattering into different directions out of fright while whatever was left in the jungle began to tremble as the shaking slowly increased with the ever growing light. Once the sun rippled into the horizon, the ground beneath cracked and parted ways to Thalak's red head of many horns. With a moderate pace insync with the sun, Thalak ascends into the world with an eerie statue like state of a wide smile while his hands and fingers touching each other. The moment the sun sets, Thalak becomes animate followed with a guffaw burst.
"Freedom! What a joyful day, what a day of great joy! What will this realm offer for Thalak and what will Thalak gift it in return I wonder. No worries, if the one who birth me continues to rise then I will continue to act!"

>Action 1 - [DI] Claim 2 hexes. (10,23 / 10,24)
Thalak middle eye stares at the swamp while his other eyes stares at the ocean with great interest and curiosity. That being said, the land also begins to shine brighter than the rest, similar to the jungle he resides in.

>Action 2 - Develop [Hunter-gatherer/Forager]
After Thalak gifted the Cahoot with evolution and sentiency they immediately perceived him as a god and began to diligently collect goods within the jungle to offer to Thalak. Thalak pleased by their work, he graciously accepted their offerings, but announced he will only take their gifts of appreciation when the sun burns the brightest and longest (Summer) and advice them to use those goods for themselves.

>>5440606
[Psst, you're not allowed to claim ocean hexes. Helps reduce OP's workload]

>>5440606
10,24 -> 9,23

With the Semi Aquatic + Hunter-gatherer tech The Cahoot shall frequently hunt in the ocean

>>5439874
"Then we find ourselves in total agreement, my friend." Nodding again with a small chuckle, Nil turns to leave, for real this time, calculating the details of the transaction in his head, leaving Steel-Weaver with some final words.

"My people, the...Riath, I believe they named themselves? They'll come in time, but you know how these things are, can't rush them too much in such an early stage." *Or rather, he'd just rather avoid interacting directly with the subjects of his experiment, lest it taint the results further. 'I'll find a way, though.' He thinks to himself as he turns to mist and makes his exit. 'I always do.'

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>>5438282
> Claim: 29-23, 30-24
> build a settlement on 30-24
Ardonash’s burning, baleful gaze settled on the land around the spot it had landed on, coming into focus for the first time since it’s tragic crash-landing.
The keen ringing of a shuddering blade filled the air, as the divine sword shivered in its earthly sheath- the cut-spawned heard their master’s call, and eagerly scuttled from their novels, claiming the lands around them in Ardonash’s splitting name.

Blades pierced the ground, marking the land as owned by the Wanting Sword, that none may ever attempt to conquer it lest they wish to test the worldslicer’s sharp edge.

A new settlement is built: Addigu, a crude name for a crude place- nothing but a pile of little stone huts, inhabited by terrified, starved creatures.
But it was something. And that was enough.
The cut-spawned flocked to this new shelter, finding refuge in this little haven under the watchful gaze of Ardonash’s eye.

(Included picture of the first Cut-spawned settler, Ushmagut, here portrayed in the act of celebrating his success in building a shit wall that didn’t implode the moment he stopped looking at it, colorized)

>>5438282

>MA-DI Develop Language
>MA-DI Develop Foraging

>God unit - Move to 7.18

On the first night of creation, a shooting star fell from the sky. That star had lost it's way, aimlessly going from places to places, wandering for ever so long amidst the Shoreless sea.
On that very first night, while the Star was passing above the dead lands, the song of creation rose once more, touching the very essence of the Star. Altering it's course and crashing it on the earth.
The Star was smitten. The song was an entity of such beauty, how could it be otherwise? Could the Star find it again? Could the Star be touched by it anew? Could the Star even start back it's journey now that it's travel had stop? None of it's kin ever did.
On that very first night, the infatuated Star, in the silence of the forest, tried to replicate a few verse. On that very first night, the Star gained something eons would have never given it, for soon after it's attempt at singing, voices joined it. Feathered voices, full of colors and passion.
Beykarres it named them. Silure they named it in return. They too had heard the song, if not as clearly as their new guide. They too wished to hear it once more. And just as that a people was born, united by a shared goal, on that very first night.

>>5442409

>Develop Language - Empyrean tongue

The very start was rough, the Beykarres singing and talking and chattering and bickering and mumbling and laughing and crying and shooting and oh so much more. The fragile harmony of sound battered and broken, and so Silure started to teach them the tongue of the stars, that one tongue that need not be spoken to be heard. Just as the stars are always here even during the brightest day, the Beykarres learned to always talk, even during the heaviest of silences.

>Develop Foraging - Gift of the forests

Grateful for this gift, they insisted for one to be returned, an old gesture that they shared even before they Heard. The forest was not the most luxurious in matter of gifts, but it was neither bare nor unkind. Soon heaps of the most diverse fruits were gathered in the clearing that was now their home. The Beykarres thanks to their many arms, were as graceful on the lands, than in the canopy, using their feathered appendages to catch the air and glide back safely on the ground.
During the feast that followed their harvest, many new fruits, berries, roots and the like were discovered, much to their delight.

>God unit move to 7.18

It was during the feast, that Silure Heard it. The Song??! No that was not it, it was music nonetheless and it was strong enough to make the earth sing with it. But what was it then? One thing was for certain it came from the North, and whatever it was such voice was surely a first step toward the Song.

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Rolled 8, 7 = 15 (2d10)

>>5438282
Down in the depths of the dead woods, where almost no mortal soul could enter because of the thick, rough, impenetrable wall of thorns the dead trees make with weathered old limbs. And in the heart of this place of death and gloom, of what one would think impossible for hope ever thrive in. There is a single tree, glowing with life and vigor. This tree has somehow fended off whatever strange phenomena that is befalling the rest of the forest. But not for long. The bright green grass that circles around the tree, grass like that left in the forest, is slowly sinking. Day by day, the grass turns that shade of gray that has been dominating the woods. Blade by blade, the great mighty oak tree that has stood there since creation began and the wheel started turning, is dying. But until that fateful day, when the last blade is grayed, and its leaves start to fall. This tree shall stand, as strong and mighty as it has been since its birth.

…A cool wind blows throughout the forest, as if passing through the trees themselves. And a silent sound stops…

The front of the oak violently bursts open, sending bark and chips of wood flying more than a couple dozen feet away from the tree. And from the launch point, in place of the hard sturdy oak that was there. Meat. Flesh. Bloody and fresh, beating with a grotesque audible sound that was a mix between wet breathing and the muffled beating of a heart. And this flesh is no simple mound of meat. It has form, function, meaning. A vulva. Even through its tared and ragged meat, that oozes puss and quivers with grotesque sounds that make up of it, it is clear as day what this quivering meat is. And after a couple of minutes of rapid increases and decreases of its rhythm, it stops. The sounds that violated the entry of this forest, quite. Then, like a spear preaching through the tissue of a great beast, a limb burst forth through the vagina. A human leg-or at least humanoid, wearing…a high heeled boot? As the heel dangles from the orifice, it begins to slowly “feel” its way around the flesh. Rubbing the fresh tender meat with a seductive motion, as if it was a call girl from a corner calling someone to come over. After a moment of this, the heel suddenly digs itself into the flesh, drawing blood and causing the meat to ungulate with pain. Then a second leg bursts forth, like a spider emerging from its egg, the being slowly begins to escape from its birth. And like a mix between a calf being born and a splinter being pulled out of an old wound, the being falls to the ground with a meaty splat, motionless against the cold soil…Then.

An ear piercing scream that shakes the entire forest with its intensity comes forth from the being. And thus, one by one joining in, weaker screams can be heard. Making this once horrid cacophony, it into a beautiful symphony. And they sing! In a glorious tune blood red that shakes the earth and dyes the very skies! They sang her name! AND! HER! NAME! IS! B! D! S! M!

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>>5442628
>Major: [Create Hero Unit] [DI] - PLADOMA THE DOMINANCE - As B.D.S.M departs from her place of birth, something stops her, pulling her by her very tool of trade. Her unbroken umbilical cord. With an uncaring mosin, she violently pulls from the tree. Ripping her cord with a loud snap, and evicting the rest of the insides of the tree. But before B.D.S.M could turn to leave, the afterbirth…starts to move. A large humanoid shape begins to violently crawl from within the placenta, as if he was trapped within weak latex. But within a few moments, it begins to shrink around the man, like the air is being vacuumed out of it. The man is visibly panicking, trying everything they can do to get out. It's futile, the meat is already tight around the man, outlining his massive form. Grabbing at his throat and clawing at his mouth in hopes for freedom, the man falls limp…After a moment, the megare man who feared it, is no more. He gets back up. The afterbirth is wrapped tight around his flesh, stretching to its absolute limit to contain his massive form. Without hesitation the man begins to walk forward toward B.D.S.M, who has been quietly watching the event occur. Stopping right in front of Her, the man that easily triples Her height falls down to one knee in reverence of his fair Lady.

But before She could even acknowledge this, She senses…HIM. A blazing crazed flame of pure chaos that violently burns whatever it touches. Uncontrolled. Rampant. Unbroken. The exact opposite to almost every level. Brought right to Her front door without even lifting a finger. No, COMING right to Her front door. This is…HAVENLY! A virgin mare for Her birthday! Ripe and fresh for the breaking! I mean by principle alone She would have bound Him, so, honestly there should be no hard feelings between them when She BR EAKS HIS S VERY BEEING UNDER hER HEEL LIKE A BUG HE IS !

>Major: [Unit] [DI] - SUBDOMON SOLDIERS - Subdomons who have taken up arms for their fair Lady. Called forth early than expected for the “party”

Right as the rest of the entertainers for Her special guests wake up. The twigs break against his ungodly form, Her bindings get ever so tighter. His galloping hooves ripping the soil asunder with simple ease, She wonders if She’ll ever sleep again with Him around. And as he comes into view, dashing His way past the unfortunate Subdos in his way. Words cannot describe His beauty for Her. As His jaw unhinges, a (in a most literally of the word) bloody scream gushes forth from B.D.S.M. Her vocal cords being used for the first time in her life, in a painful scream of war and love. Sending our her cord agesnt the soontobe slave, attempting to spill the first divine blood this world would ever see.

>Unit Action [God Unit] [DI] - B.D.S.M dashes forth against SABASTIOUS. Peace was an option, but it was a boring one so we discarded it.

Rolled 8, 10 = 18 (2d10)

>>5442632

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>>5442639
>>SABASTIOUS THE DEMON HORSE
>Fortitude Roll

Rolled 1, 6 = 7 (2d10)

4chan eating my dice.

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>>5438282
>>5436875
The skies overhead roil and rumble with dark clouds that blot out the light of day, leaving the ground below illuminated by naught but sporadic flashes if light from within the bowels of the gas giants floating overhead; a wonderous light show put on for an empty world. The mushroom forest sleeps silently beneath the storm; another day filled with nothing of consequence to the trees and fungus on the ground... Until one of the lights of the heavens snapped downwards toward a hill within a clearing, striking ferociously at the dirt! The ground glows with heat for several moments before cooling, and within minutes the storm dissolves into nothingness.

Days pass after the event. Days of stillness, uninterrupted by any sentient forces and filled with silence and peaceful growth for the plant life of this untouched forest. Days that would all come to an end when the spot alighted upon by white hot skyfire blossomed formed in a violent burst of soil and rock, ejecting into the air a gleaming white crystal with numerous multicolored lights dancing within it! As though the concept of gravity were lost upon it, the crystal floated gracefully above the crater it had made with its birth. Two shadowy shapes within it appeared to be forming a visage of eyes that shifted and focused upon the features of the world below it. After a time gone without measurement, the vitreous structure vibrated of its own accord, creating a sound that echoed through this, its home.

>[MI] + [DI] [COMMUNICATE]
"Hello, world! I'm gonna make things now!"

>[MA] + [DI] [DEVELOP]
With his words came action: a simple exertion of will would flood this forest with crystals bursting forth from the dirt! The trees and mushrooms of this place were joined in great number by translucent rocks that glittered in the light of the day. With a graceful swoop, the crystal looped through the trees, twirling as he flew. With each glittering stone he passed by, a mote of colored light lept from within him to float quickly toward its new translucent home. Before long, a patch of the forest was now illuminated by vitreal ground lights.

>[MA] + [DI] [CLAIM] (22,23) (23,23)
The crystal's will extended far beyond here, affecting lands even beyond this forest. Two large swaths of land with smaller vegetation became locked to his will. He would not change them yet; this forest would be enough for today.

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>5439426
(going to roll for Eden here, since it's the last thing to get done.)

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WORLD EVENTS
The world is, for the time being, mercifully quiet.

GOD ACTIONS
>>5438298 Steel-Weaver
2 hexes claimed. As some of your energy splashes on to 9, 9 however, you find, to your confusion, that it simply…vanishes, fading away as if it was never there.
While primitive in design, the divinely inspired settlement constructed by the EBWos has the canny defenses one would expect of a species well versed in making use of everything available to protect themselves. Settlement of Northwood constructed.

>>5438334 Nifo Toto
2 hexes claimed.
The Auvau take well to their new enhancement, nares flaring for one reverent moment as they adapt to the changes wrought by your divine power, before they take off in gleeful pursuit of a panicked Woradine. Its trumpeting is quickly silenced as your people run the beast down and begin to rip into it with ravenous abandon. Blood Scent developed.
Your hastily constructed shell of water protects you well from the sweltering heat as you arrive before the volcanic god, though you can already feel it being brought to a slow boil by the proximity.

>>5438347 Versdel
2 hexes claimed.
Your Preservers construct their tools in stoic quiet, though you sense a faint, infectious enthusiasm to their actions. It has been too long. With the divine energy of your empowerment the tools hold together for now, though making something worth using of such shoddy materials is a challenge, even for you. Primitive Sandstone Equipment developed.
Your ministrations of Spirit are…admittedly clumsy. It’s not exactly your area of expertise after all. For some time, your search seems futile, the dried-out husks of trees perhaps simply a result of a change in environment or soil. But finally, just as you are about to cease your search in frustration, you detect…something. Ever so faint, almost indistinguishable from the death around you, you sense a thread of what was once life. Your senses quickly seize on the sensation, examining it in your detail. It stretches down from within the tree’s trunk, now long withered, and travels through the ground, heading…West, you believe, though the exact location you’re unable to pinpoint. As you expand your senses further outward, your experience examining the faint thread allows you to pick them out, more and more, until you realize that what you suspect was the lifeforce of this entire stretch of forest has been…taken, redirected somewhere by these threads, transforming this land into a shriveled, lifeless husk.
Your examination is interrupted for a moment, however, as the silt that makes up the petrified forest floor begins to vibrate, quickly followed by a sonorous, droning hum, rising and falling in pitch with an ethereally beautiful quality. If your godly senses do not deceive you, you believe that strangely attractive sound originates from 9, 17.

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>>5438343 Magnus
2 hexes claimed.
Though still small, your settlement rises in glorious silver splendour, standing in stark contrast to the decayed, greying forest that surrounds it. The Syrconite that makes up most of the structures affords it a great deal of durability with which to stand against the elements. Orbit constructed.
In the depths of the mushroom forest you claim as your own, you sense one massive fungal specimen, towering above all others, its cap disappearing into the clouds. Power roils off of it in waves, a natural focal point for the world’s energy. Obelisk discovered.

>>5438356 Sheriruth
The former limbs of your people rise up across the landscape, flexing and wriggling in anticipation of the chance to do their duty to their god. Dorsal Reaches developed.
As you arrive in these new wastes, you’re shocked to find…nothing. Great, featureless seas of grey dunes stretch out before you, utterly devoid of life. You have visited the deserts and tundras of this world in the past, and while flora and fauna might be scarce there, it exists nonetheless in spite of the harsh conditions. Not here. From the largest of trees to the tiniest of insects, you detect not a hint of life or vitality in these wastes, as if the land itself has been eaten away at, leaving nothing but dead minerals in its wake. Then, you sense…something, slithering, writhing, wriggling under the sand dunes that extend as far as you can see. It approaches the position where you hover above one particularly tall dune, before vanishing once more into the heavy, brooding silence of these withered lands. Until the entire dune erupts, particulates flying every which way as fleshy tendrils of a splotchy grey colour not unlike the dunes themselves begin to wrap around your body, grasping, searching for an opening through which they might lance into your divine flesh and-
>Give me a Fortitude roll

>>5438435 Nil
3 hexes claimed.
The misty forests echo with countless whispered and howled conversations, discussions carried out over periods of weeks and distances of leagues creating a densely layered web of sound that you suspect only your people could decipher. They stretch across all the forests that you lay claim to, and even, on some rare occasions, to the ear of a very confused EBWO. Language developed.

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>>5438453 Carn’aath
The screams of your devoured serfs are quickly drowned out by your own as you writhe in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Your flesh blisters, sloughs off, and quickly regenerates, only for the cycle to begin anew, an unending, exquisite torment that you can only hope you’ll be able to spread to others soon enough. The Unmaking and The Spread developed.
As you mind stews in the self-imposed torture, you feel something brush against your consciousness, almost too light to be perceived, until you shut out your pain for a moment to home in on the sensation. You recognize it as the touch of an alien mind, from somewhere to your north. A greeting, you suspect.

>>5438455 Nardu
2 hexes claimed.
Your Skaldlings take well to your teachings, and before you can depart you can already see some beginning to gather the herbs you’ve taught them of, either to replant or practice making the rudimentary poultices you’ve instructed them in the making of. Medicinal Agriculture developed.
Your road stretches out behind you, protection for travellers from the beasts and the elements all but assured. Road constructed.

>>5438652 Sabastious
Your Mohawkers accept the philosophy you bestow upon them with their typical violent enthusiasm, fights already breaking out across the camp to decide the hierarchy as your surroundings become even rowdier then usual. Only your Rider accepts the new beliefs in stoic silence, his position at the peak of the Mohawkers already assured by his towering, divinely enhanced might and magnificent, bristly head of hair, standing in defiance of even the mightiest wind.
Unfortunately, you can’t stick around to watch the fights finish. You’ve other places to be. You gallop North, sweeping through petrified woodlands and leaving them cinders in your wake, until you finally spot your target, sporting a gauche looking dress of bloody red meat and an umbilical binding over most of its body. You snort in disgust, continuing your charge with the intent to trample the diminutive interloper. Your arrogance, unfortunately, is you undoing in this case. As your hooves smash down on to the creature you receive only a pleasured scream in response, the strange god leaping out of the hoof shaped hole in the ground looking none the worse for wear. Annoyed now, you raise your hoof again…then recoil, shocked by the searing flash of pain. A strip of your demonic flesh has been sheared off of your flank, boiling ichor already beginning to ooze from the wound as you whip your head back around to stare at the loathsome creature. It licks some of the divine lifeblood off of it’s umbilical whip, shuddering in ecstasy. This might not be as simple as you thought. 1 wound suffered.

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>>5438672 The Moon-Touched Prey
6 hexes claimed.
Your ponderous approach towards the domain of the unwelcome deity is quickly interrupted, as the entire stretch of forest is engulfed in putrid, divine healing light. When you sense of vision returns to you you’re infuriated by what you see. Your people, up-enders of the natural order, mingling with the people of this foreign god, all thoughts of rebellion gone as they stare at their new masters with friendly eyes. Your ire quickly rising, you call upon the powers of your birth, a corrupted moonbeam descending from the sky above with deceptive speed and illuminating where you believe the transgressor to be. You’re rewarded with a tinkling cry of pain, though your rage is only stoked higher the longer you stare at your ruined Herd. 5 population lost. 1 wound inflicted on Eden.

>>5438684 Zebrac
3 hexes claimed.
The Voidspawn carry out their work with the efficiency of one who knows very well the consequences of their failure. Though a little ramshackle for your taste, there’s a least a tasteful amount of barbed wire involved. Screaming Prism constructed.

>>5439353 Eden
4 hexes claimed.
As the foul stench begins to permeate the forest around you, your people shivering in fear at the sight of a veritable tide of rotten, corrupted animals emerging from the treeline, you feel anger quickly beginning to flare up within you. These wretched creatures dare to instill fear in your children?! Unfortunately, destruction is not exactly your forte. So you turn to what is. Despite their hideous forms, you sense a spark of goodness hidden within them, however deeply buried. So, you ready a pulse of healing energy, and after a moment of preparation, release it upon the rapidly encroaching animals. The light blinds even your vision for a moment, but as it finally clears you’re immensely pleased by what you see. Where once stood horrific, twisted parodies of woodland critters, there now stands friendly, bright-eyed inhabitants of the forest. Deer, squirrels, cheerful creatures abound as they begin to quickly frolic among your children, calming their frayed nerves. So pleased by the sight are you that you do not notice the malevolent, corrupt moonlight shining out from between the trees, sapping away the strength of your own light until it is far too late. 5 population gained. Suffered 1 wound.

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>>5439588 The All Warmth
2 hexes claimed.
The shale quickly set about putting their new ability to good use, melting snow and lighting what little brush can be found out here (as well as themselves) on fire. Fire Breathing developed.

>>5439662 Godech
4 hexes claimed.
As you travel across the sand dunes, you espy a massive sandstone obelisk, engraved with hieroglyphs in a language that you do not understand, but glow with a soft power under your divine vision. Obelisk discovered.
Your voice rings out, a resonant, constant thrumming that echoes across the desert for leagues around, rising and dipping in pitch and intensity like the mountainous lands from which you were born.

>>5440606 Thalak
2 hexes claimed.
Your people take your advice to heart, saving at least a portion of the goods that they scrounge from the lands around them for themselves, though they still offer you altogether more then you’re comfortable with every noon, when the red sun burns highest in the sky. Foraging developed.

>>5441774 Ardonash
2 hexes claimed.
Though ill-suited for it, your people construct their huts with alacrity enough that, despite the many, many, MANY failures, you eventually find a sizable village assembled beneath you, the swords of your own creation lending its borders an imposing amount of defense despite the brutishness of the buildings contained within. As your people build, however, one uncovers a cavern in the depths of the mountains. Within, he finds a sinister edifice, a black ziggurat built of glimmering, slick obsidian that never seems to dry, radiating immense power. Obelisk discovered. Ushmagut constructed.
As your people finish building their village, however, you hear a loud, divinely imbued cry, echoing across the brushland from 31, 25 and causing most of your Cut-Spawned to leap to their feet, looking around in confusion and alarm.

>>5442418 Silure
Your people quickly begin “speaking” in the tongue of the empyreans, the jungle falling eerily silent in the wake of the racket your Beykarre had been previous raising, though to your folk it seems just as loud as it ever was. Empyrean Tongue developed.
Your people celebrate riotously in the wake of your gift, food enough to sate even a god’s appetite abounding, and after the feast itself you find your arms still laden with bushels of fruit aplenty. Gift of the Forests developed.

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>>5442632 B.D.S.M
Your chance to examine the form of your muscle-bound new champion is unfortunately cut short, as he’s sent flying into the treeline by a burst of flame. You watch as the massive form of a demonic warhorse bears down on you, gouts of hellfire pouring out of its nostrils in great exhales as it glares at you with contempt. You only shiver with excitement, anticipating your first taste of pain in this world. You’re not entirely dissatisfied, as the horse’s hooves land on you with crushing force, cracking and scorching the earth around you and leaving you buried several meters underground. And yet…it’s not enough. You pull yourself out of the hole, unfurling a length of the umbilical cords that cover your body as the horse raises its hooves again with the intent to continue its casual assault. Then you swing. The infernal beast rears back in shock, the wound you’ve inflicted on its side already beginning to gush godsblood. As your umbilical whip retracts you lick along its length, shuddering in ecstasy at your first taste of ichor. You must have more. Attack successfully defended against; one wound inflicted on Sabastious.
For the time being your champion and his compatriots retreat, watching from the treeline as they await your absolute orders. Pladomina the Dominance and Subdomon Soldiers units created.

>>5442831 Belweir
Soon enough, the entire fungal forest is ensconced in crystal, wisps and motes of light dancing every which way, sometimes floating around, sometimes floating through the crystals themselves. It is, at least in your own humble opinion, quite a beautiful sight. ??? developed.

>God Unit Move, to 22,23.
>God Unit Interact [DI] (Build relations/Inspire Culture)

Nardu continues his vast wander. Sitting on the border between Belweir's territory and his own, he sits with his skaldlings and several of Belweir's own spawn. He tells them the tale of Sheriruth, that which shall not be bound. Images spring forth from his hands to captivate and awe the dual people.

>Communicate [DI]

Belweir received a... tingle, as he sat, a disembodied crystal with a pair of eyebrows. A sudden feeling that a story was being told, and he was invited. An offer of friendship, and kindness. Would he return it?

>Develop Settlement, 22,22 [MA]

The Skaldlings in the Heartland of Nardu's burgeoning region of "Hordern" have begun to set down roots. Primitive huts constructed of thatch and built into tree roots dot the landscape.

>Develop Road Infrastructure[MA] [DI]
Those Skaldlings who found themselves drawn to the road felt a semblence of Nardu's divine spark enter them, imbuing them with but a mote of his knowledge. Driving them to improve these roads, and hide them to outsiders of ill intent. From these roads would they defend their world.

Sorry, forgot something else.

>Communicate [DI]
Sheriruth felt the same tingle that Belweir did. Carried on a soft breeze, in the crick and crack of stick on stone. In the fluttering of the moths. Inviting the god to listen to his own story, spoken from the lips of the Storyteller

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Rolled 7, 3 = 10 (2d10)

Its herd has been stolen from right beneath it. The Prey stomps in rage, watching as the beasts flee the accursed woods and enter the lands of the golden-eyed folk. They're at the mercy of the children of Eden now, helpless to be butchered and harvested as they see fit. A cold fury simmers within it, leaking out of its dark sockets and dripping tar onto the ground. It would continue to try and trample this other deity, but the protection of its kin comes first. There will always be more wild animals to draw from and recruit over time. For now, it requires a different sort of worshipper, that will pave the way for the beasts to return.

As her children move out from under her wing and travel to newly claimed lands, ones uncorrupted by the zombie-God, their journey becomes one fraught with peril. They find themselves inflicted with madness, with disease, with nature acting against them in every conceivable way. Brambles conspire to draw blood, branches break beneath them and rocks become slippery with moss. The wild beasts of the forest charge and assail them, and throughout it all, their newly-born minds are assaulted with the primal rage of the deity. Its repulsive aura washes over them, seeking to corrupt and terrify the golden-eyed folk.

It recognizes them for what they are. Sentient beings, placed on this world to grow and develop, making use of their surroundings to prosper as a civilization and achieve happiness. It is what they are made for. Given time, they will march back into its lands and slaughter its kin, as is their ‘right’. It rejects this utterly. It twists their minds with its unique brand of madness, turning man back into nothing more than primal beasts.

Slowly, the fleeing pilgrims peel off from the group, drawn into the depths of the swamps. There, they become wild men, druids, hermits, living like animals and obsessed with returning to nature. The Moon-Touched Prey watches their degeneration silently. They will not be true members of the herd. But they are serviceable enough. No longer will they dare to hunt or harm. It will stop the ascent of these men before it even begins, and ensure that they fail to grow forevermore.

>Unit Action [God Unit]- Interact [DI] [Domain- Perversion of Nature], Corrupt minions through Affinity.

Art Source: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/JlxYY0

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Large populations of wildlife have been exiled from the swamps and forests, fleeing to Eden's hallowed grounds. Those that remain are creatures accepted by The Herd, who are gradually gravitating towards their God, but haven't reached it just yet. To the right kind of beast, its protection is nothing but benign. It offers complete safety from predators, and that alone is good enough for an unthinking animal. With the biodiversity rapidly dropping, the ecosystem ought to be in decline as well. A region comprised only of plants and large herbivores is an incomplete cycle, like the broken shape of the Prey's crescent sigil. However, through the warped magic of the God, the land is sustained despite its malformed state. It needs no pollinators, scavengers, nor decomposers. There is only the moon, the plants, and the herd.

The distant moon feeds the plants with its accursed light, turning them into something *other*. The trees shudder with unnatural life, growing tumorous fruits and grasping limbs. The grass twists and writhes, becoming bloated with nutrients for the bright-eyed horde of hooved beasts. Water bubbles and turns thick, the shallowest puddles giving off the impression of unfathomable depth. Once-lush swamps are transformed into ominous landscapes, where the ground itself seems to reject the presence of outsiders. The Herd is given this land to wander about and flourish in, so that when they return, they'll be fed and nurtured.

>Major action [DI] [Domain- Perversion of Nature]- Develop Aberrant Biosphere. The Moon-Touched Prey terraforms its claimed lands and makes it more suitable for its minions, as a basic food-related tech.

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Once a portion of the swamps have been cleared of life, the Moon-Touched Prey exerts its influence on the earth. The woods are too vast to protect every soul within it, so it will instead have its wards congregate around a grand grazing-ground, where they may live freely under its watchful gaze. The soil and rocks are pulled upwards, heaved from the earth and destroying countless ancient trees. Their roots are torn from the ground and scattered callously into the forest, making space for a flat-topped mesa that looms over the land. This will be an ever-present home that its kin may return to at any time, when they grow tired of wandering the woods and foraging for food. It raises its head and bays to the sky, letting out a piercing shriek that tears through the night and strikes fear into the heart of the wild men.

What remains upon the earth is a pale edifice that towers over the treetops, occupying the horizon and glowing with a soft luminescence. It's as though a portion of the moon has been carved away to inflict this scar upon the world. The same unnatural plants birthed from its earlier effort grow upon the plateau, providing plentiful food to graze upon.

>Major action [DI] [Domain- Perversion of Nature]- Develop. Terraforming if needed. The Lunar viewing Plateau is open to the sky, allowing the splendour of the night to shine upon them. [20. 28]

Rolled 10, 1 = 11 (2d10)

>>5442880
>>5439588

>God Action [DI] - Test the All-Warmth's claim!
"Ha! We share no Ichor, spark-thing! I am Nifo Toto! Blood is my calling! If you claim to have blood, then prove it!"

The shark God leaps forward, the ice and snow that clings to his feet melting as his smaller body rushes up to the All Warmth's chest. Teeth flash in the flickering light of it's flame, his mouth opening wide to rip out a chunk of the All Warmth's flesh!

Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d10)

>>5442881

The Great White Shape is taken aback, nearly swallowed by this bizarre threat

It stumbles in the air before righting, flying off down south regardless of any potential injuries

MI: Move to 22, 23

>>5443134

Dorsal Reaches+MA+DI: Marching Limbs

The primitive dorsal reaches are a foundation from which more complex behaviour may grow.

Not content with his extensions to simply exist, Sheriruth must have them contribute.

Great hordes of stone limbs eat away at the land just beyond their borders, clambering and clutching at rises in elevation, kicking as towers of limbs carried by legs seed new limbed monoliths in untainted land.

Sheriruth corrupts the land absolutely once in his grasp, developing an entirely alien appearance which no mundane barrier can prevent.

>Intended effect, allow for the claiming of rough terrain as if it was normal as long as it borders a tile I already own

Dorsal Reaches+MA+DI: Dorsal Grasp

Sheriruth rules his lands with a billion iron fists, the land itself cannot protest against his will.

Each animal, mineral, tree and leaf will obey as the Dorsal Limbs become more than just obstacles, instead active curators of the bizarre environment, exploiting and enslaving it’s natural bounty for his inscrutable purposes.

>Intended effect, upgrade resource gathering of resources in my tiles to scarce

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>>5442880
As the energy from the Unrecognized Protocol fades into nothing, The Steel Weavers processors again spring into action. Alas, there is simply too little information at the present time to draw meaningful conclusions, save for that the wasted area is clearly to be avoided.

>Move: Move to 11,9
Climbing onto the slopes south of the claimed mountain, the arachnid automaton surveys its surroundings. While the sight of more land similar to that that refused to be claimed is disheartening, the grasslands quickly draw attention. Optics straining to make out as much detail as possible, the sight of clay, cotton, oltar ore and more creates a surge of priority.

>Major Action (DI): Claim 11.9, 12.10, and 13.10
A priority task, which is quickly fulfilled. But then, a problem presents itself. How will the EBWos bring these new resources to their old settlement? Especially if they have to go over the mountain, rather than around it given what the coast is apparently like? The robotic spider looks down at the mountain beneath it. It stomps one foot. Then stomps again harder, creating the smallest of divots. Then, drawing on knowledge who's source it cannot remember, the god begins drawing its foot back and forth with rapidly increasing speed, a steady current of heated air emitting from somewhere on its form as it begins... ... To [LABOR].

>Major Action (DI) Build a settlement on 11,9 [DI required to do so without prerequisite tech]
The EBWos are left watching in distant awe as switchback paths are carved out, as tunnels dug, as loose dirt and stone are sent tumbling down into gulches and ravines, as Bisax paths are algorithmically identified and connected to existing means of transport, and most importantly of all, as holes big enough to comfortably fit an EBWo and shelter them from rain or cold are dug out in neat clusters. The blueprints which The Steel Weaver is unconsciously working from identifies these as merely the beginning of subterranean structures, pending the arrival of more specialized equipment, but for the time being they shall suffice as humble domiciles. As The Steel Weaver comes to a stop upon a rocky outcrop looking out over the barrens of 11.10 as well as the newly claimed bounty in 12,10, it occurs to them that this worksite needs a name. "Southridge", it decides upon, picking the name in honor of the view it offers.

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>>5442880
>Action 1 - Develop [Woodmaking] Siren's Rock+Silvercry Wood/Shorebell Wood
A lone Cahoot by the name of Fatu found a Siren's Rock deep in the ocean during one of his foraging adventure. Once he returned to the surface he began to inspect it and accidently pricked himself on one of his fingers. With the drawing of blood he originally was shocked, but then thought of ways he can use this sharp object. He began to experiment and soon after realized the wonders of carving into wood. After showing the discovery to his kin, they all began to search for more Siren's Rock so they can do the same.

>Action 2 - Settlement, Village+ [9,22] Woodworking+Swamp Rope/Mistnettle+Siren's Rock+Silver Sap
Fatu was beginning to become a well known innovator among his people after he was one of the first to build a home for himself with the use of the Siren Rock to carve thick sheets of wood with the combination of holes on the sheets of wood for the vines and Silver Sap to help connects the sheets of wood. A large gathering of Siren's rock plus Silver Sap are placed around the wood that meets the ground so it can become the foundation that makes the home sturdy.

>[MI] Wooden Masks
Other Cahoots began to carve crude wooden masks of different imaginative figures, but mainly that of the sun and their own god. They used it whenever the sun began to rise and mimicked what their god did in the first day which was rise, in their best effort they just jumped in place as high as they could for sometime while the sun was rising. Some began to use it whenever they brought Thalak their offerings of the day which Thalak laughed with amusement, praising their efforts and discoveries.

>[MI] Fatu Blessing
Thalak noticed Fatu's great mind and inventions, he was pleased to see his people grow and learn. With his booming voice that spread throughout the island, Thalak summoned Fatu to an isolated part of the jungle.
"You give me pride of your accomplishments little one, a sole example of what my creations can achieve in due time. With that said you will rise again with the mark of my blessing, showing the others you have proven yourself to me."
The brilliant Cahoot stares in awe while his god speaks then suddenly with one fell swoop is driven below the ground without any harm. After minutes of digging himself out, Fatu finally breaks out with a loud gasp of air he takes moments before realizing his skin color has changed into yellow. With a cheerful laugh, Thalak waves him away.

>>5442889
Should've specified. Intended effect of Road Infrastructure is either increasing road effectiveness or removing the ability for others to use the roads.

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

>>5442880
>>5442900

The mother is displeased. This lowly creature dares to strike at her, to lure her children from her side. She stretches her holy light across the land, flooding the domains of her lost children with her divine warmth. She calls them back to her side.

>Minor Action [DI], Defend minions from Conversion using Affinity

>>5442881

1) Major Action +DI (Domains: Mind, Magnetism) = Develop: Magnetoform Reshaping
The Fileorva have satisfied Magnus, as they move around tending to themselves and their settlement, but they are still a primitive group with much need for improvement. Strumming the fields of magnetic force about it, Magnus pulls the people to Magnus and opens up the godly mind to theirs; imparting into them the knowledge of ways to shape and form the magnetised filings of their bodies into temporary tools. The forms of simple tools to help them gather and scrape and cut the riches of the wild land; blunt instruments and holding dishes, spade-limbs for digging at the softer ground and sharp protrusions to pierce and break. When field and mind release the Fileorva, they are newly skilled and newly able.

2) Major Action + DI: Claim
Rising up from the hollow of Orbit once more, Magnus lays claim to the Hexes (25,9) and (27,11). Where before Magnus had stretched Magnetic might, now it is the matter of mind through which mastery of these mainlands will be maintained; the simple thoughts of base animals bowing to magnificence as conduits of passing thought.

>>5442882
As Carn'aath senses the presence of another God already making efforts to contact him, it became more and more obvious that his work must hasten. In steadfast silence, the Champion of Light would diligently continue his mission with no efforts to reply.

The Serfs stir in dreadful silence, sheltering in nooks and caves, caught between their feelings to flee from that which slaughtered half of their kind, or to praise that which is capable of wiping out the rest. All that which exists of their culture stands to recognize, serve, and provide for The Great Color. Their fear of its unknowable power drove them to cauterize their vision, brand their bodies, and sacrifice their lives in its greatness. And as a creature of its very essence now walks among them, they know they were right to live in fear.
The Great Color's Champion hungers, leaving them no choice but to believe they fail to appease. If that is so, then they will step to any lengths to bring upon the carnage it desires, if it means the approval of The Holy Luminescence. More shall be sacrificed, but such costs to their population cannot be maintained without new births. With little to their name, the Serfs are clueless on where to begin, before the words of a wise old Serf would strike sense before the others...

During the great cleansing, the serfs would flee and cry as The Champion cut through their numbers. All, but one. The hooded Serf dropped to his knees, a shining beacon, an obvious target that held his hands high and begged in his aged and graveled voice to be so fortunate that he may join The Greatness Above. But in his hunt, The Champion of Light would not strike him down. This ancient Serf, Algeriff, scolded the others, accusing them for becoming accustomed to their life of survival and desperation. They seek food and shelter where able, thinking for themselves above providing for The Luminescence. Algeriff proclaimed that The Champion's selections must not be at random, for if any should join The Great Color, then why not he who has provided generations of offspring at sacrifice to The Holy Beyond, he who stands welcoming to his own death?

The Serfs crawled from their caves and inspired by his calls, and to heed his word, there would be an order to things. Algeriff was not chosen, despite his sacrifice, but The Holy Luminescence's wisdom knows no end. He has much more to give. The Serfs rise to these proclamations, as a new pecking order would be formed...

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>Major Action [Develop] [DI]: The Breeding Class (Echelons of Terror I) - A class of serfs are assigned as breeders, split into two departments. The breeding camps and the food camps. The food class will hunt down Dazawks and any other animals, mutilate their mobility, contain them, and breed them. A number of the population are selected to remain in the breeding camps, protected, and sworn to dedicate their lives to birthing new bodies for sacrifice.

>Major Action [Develop] [DI]: The Sacrificial Class (Echelons of Terror II) - The serfs that are deemed to be useless; unfit genetics, feeble bodies incapable of labor, elderly, or simply those lacking of respect for their new order are branded with the mark of THE BLESSED. These lucky few shall be the most prioritized individuals to meet The Greatness Above, as their souls are prepared and eventually their blood may meet air.
Every epoch, the Serfs may automatically sacrifice a number of their own to gain SP consistently, at the cost of population.

>The Sacrificial Class sacrifice 1 pop this epoch.

Meanwhile, as his maddened bloodshed comes to an end, Carn'aath in his suffering feels much paranoia from the knowledge that others may surround him, knowing he must act with haste to protect himself as he prepared to fulfill the commands of The Great Color.
>Unit Action [Carn'aath] [DI] [1 SP] [Sandstone, Dazawk, Serf Bodies]: Wall of Flesh - Carn'aath collects the blood and gore of his slain serfs, the bodies of any creatures he may find in the area, and forges an unholy bind of flesh and stone. Infused with the souls of the sacrificed, this wall breathes heaved breathes and aches in a painful existence.
A living wall is created to surround as much of my sole hex as I may. It lives to keep out any foreign minions or gods, by means of consumption. Prioritize building walls on the southern side.

>>5442880
>MA+DI: Claim (3,18), (4,18)
>MA+DI: Claim (2,17), (3,17)
>God Unit Move (6,18)
The god of commerce pulls back from the deadwoods, not keen to advance further into this strange wilderness than what is necessary for supplies. That something could pull all life from this westward was troubling, and he did not wish to place too many of his preservers in this land in case whatever it was noticed the nascent life returning, not until he was ready to confront it. As such, he directs his influence and his Preservers to survey more of the mesa range and the desert they had come from. Perhaps they would find a sign of his lost prosperity, but failing that would need this knowledge to create trade roads in future. Though who, or what, he would trade with was of yet unknown. Surely he was not the only being, given what he knew of the dead woods and the echo he heard resonating to his east. With one last quizzical stare over the oceans, he will turn to travel to investigate this noise. The feeling of overflowing energy was beginning to fade, and he sought to expand his domain as much as possible in the interim. Seeing a figure just southeast as he marches, he will call out to them.

>>5442409
>MI Communicate with God Unit to Silure
Versdel's divine vocal cords scratch slightly, unused and coated with sand as they have been, as he calls out his greeting. "Hail to you, starry one! Are you the source of the echo that reached out to my domain? I greet you warmly with Prosperity's glow! I am Versdel, Shepherd of Prosperity. Are you friend or foe of The Kingdom That Was and Will Be? If the former, I offer you my shield, or the latter, my sword. Speak honestly, and let us set an equitable accord."

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>>5443028
MA DI: Language
The shale are taught language to communicate ideas to each other well.
MA DI: Writing
Immediately the shale also develop written communication, writing down the events of what happened.

The All Warmth holds out their arms letting the wild god sink their teeth into them with no resistance to let him taste the truth of their words.

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>>5443028
>God Unit Move - 17,6 to 19,5
His skin lightly blistered, Nifo Toto leaps back from the All Warmth, howling with equal measures of pain and joy. He fishes the magmatic chunk of god-flesh from his jaws, already turning to race back to where he first crawled out of the murky waters.

>Action 1 [DI ] - Settlement Village (Loto Mu) (19,5)
[Icy Water + Blood + All Warmth's blood] - Create a pool of water kept warm by god flesh as the start of a settlement.
The Auvau cheer at the sight of their blood-stained God, the plume of ash and smoke in the distance marking his victory over the fiery god. In an upraised claw he holds a chunk of it's still-searing flesh, his own claws blackening as they clutch it tightly.
"The spoils of the hunt!" Nifo Toto roars, matched by the crowd of primitive shark-men. They congregate in a ring around them, chunks of woradine flesh held aloft in mimicry of their god.
Nifo Toto is not done, for he leaps high into the air, turning overhead before crashing down into the ice. It parts before him, becoming a slurry of frost and water as he dives through the ice-shelf to the rock below. There, he plants his prize, before clawing his way back to the surface!

To the Auvau's delight, the massive pool he leaves behind does not freeze over, even in the years that follow. They gather around, erecting primitive shelters around it's edge, the cold kept at bay by the thermal vent at it's deepest reaches. On the icy wastes, they could survive. Here, they can thrive!


>Action 2 [DI] - Stain the Barlow (Domestication-ish)
[Blood + Hunting] - Create a strain of Barlow that grows in bloodstained ground. When consumed, it sends the feeder into a bloodlust, allowing the Auvau to be both hunter and hunted.
The Auvau have spent decades hunting the Woradine, who grow more wary of the lumbering shark-folk with every passing moon. If only, muses Nifo Toto from the bottom of Loto Mu, the Woradine would come to the Auvau! Rising to the surface, he strides across the ice. In the distance, the coveted Woradine nervously chew on the pale-red grain they favor so.
Clutching a few strands of the strange plant, Nifo Toto senses the work of another god. Bah! Paltry nonsense, a feeble god indeed! With a slice of his claw, his blood stains the grains, which he then drops into the snowy gravel it so favors. What grows from these bloodstained seeds resembles Barlow, being only a slightly deeper red, but fills those who consume it with the hunger of Nifo Toto himself! Let all crave meat and flesh, as is good and proper!

>God Unit Move -19,5 to 22,7
With his work done, Nifo Toto resumes the hunt. To the south-east, another being lurks, hiding behind towering mounds of stone. No matter! Nifo Toto will taste blood again!

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>>5444839

>>5445563
Something Approaches

Something Hungers

Rising up from the indentation of Orbit with a crackle of static and a hum of energy, Magnus turns gaze and mind both to the north. Another Spark. A being of equivalent divinity, yet differently ordered. And it comes this way. Such a novelty! Perhaps, Magnus thinks, this hungering spark would make good practice to test the abilities of Magnus' own? Perhaps. But it approaches, so there is little choice; either way they are both to be tested today.

>God Unit Move = 25,10 to 22,8
>God Unit Communicate = Nifo Toto
Magnus' thoughts open up, speaking to the mind of the approaching Godling.

YOU APPROACH THE DOMAINS OF MAGNUS. THINK ON WHAT YOU ARE AND WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE SO THAT MAGNUS MIGHT READ THESE.

>>5442880
The Riath find themselves busy at work, their semi-nomadic lifestyle finding itself at an end at last as they set about the lengthy process of building a proper home for their people. Orders are passed back and forth across great distances, and work is done almost perpetually across day and night, the eternal gloom making it hard to discern one from the other and leading to many of them sleeping at entirely different times for more productivity. Nil looks on with a passing interest, occasionaly manipulating the mists to assist his people, but otherwise focuses on other business.

>Action 1: Develop Settlement [MA] [DI]
Over a great span of time, many conversations and discussions across the fog find themselves briefly interrupted by nonsensical whispers and mutters. First ignored as rude interruptions, slowly, the Riath's realization of their consistency and instructional nature, combined with their inability to find their source, leads to the canine people to consider them as orders from their mysterious god, going about following them eagerly, over time constructing a settlement in the northern forests from which they first sprung.

As they begin to live within, they discover another 'blessing' from Nil. Within it's borders, distances seem to stretch or shorten randomly, people walk in a straight line and find themselves back where they began. The area was nearly abandoned, until more whispers on the wind showed the Riath how to traverse it properly, guided by their own thoughts and memories of places, whereupon the mist before them would simply open up into a path to their desired location at once.
>The village of [Heolig] has been constructed in [11, 6]. With the use of Divine Influence, it's near impossible for forces inexperienced with it's nature to navigate once inside.


>Action 2: Claim [MA] [DI]
The mists expand southwards, and with them come the Riath, curiously investigating the great stone trees that replace the greenery they had grown used to, and then hesitantly pushing onward, shivering despite their thick fur as they head west into the tundra beyond, finally coming to a stop at the frozen shore bordering the southern sea. The idea of such a great body of water was, until now, entirely foreign to them, but even still, the fog hovering over it makes it hard to see very far beyond the edge of land. Another mystery for the future.
>[7, 8], [8, 8] and [9, 8] are claimed.

>Action 3: Move [MI]
Nil himself decides to investigate something that's been gnawing at him since his birth. This grey, dead land that covers much of the continent's shores, it goes beyond the petrification of the forests to the north. It simply feels....wrong. With that in mind, he cautiously steps forth to get a first hand view of it, ready for any danger he might encounter within.
>Nil moves to [8, 9].

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>>5445610
Nifo Toto slows in his approach, the probing questions that sounds through his mind giving him pause.
Of course, when told to NOT think of a pink elephant, it is very difficult for one to not think of a pink elephant.
It is doubly as difficult for a God to NOT think of themself when told to do so, as Themselves is often their favourite topic. As a result, no sooner had Magnus relayed the question than Nifo Toto would reply. When he thinks of himself, this is what Magnus sees.
Endless darkness, crushing depths, the cold trying to steal every scrap of warmth it can from you. Then, a flicker of something in the abyss, the rush of speed, and then...

The crunch of teeth shattering anything in their way, filling the throat with warmth and the sweet, sweet taste of metal and salt. The haze of crimson, spreading out and up from one's mouth.

Heaven.

Of course, now Nifo Toto can SEE Magnus. The floating thing is beyond his understanding, but Nifo Toto doesn't care. He watches it float between the grey-dead trees, his own claws sinking into the ice as he paces along the tundra edge. He raises a burnt fist, one blackened finger pointing at Magnus.

"I AM NIFO TOTO!" He roars at the treeline. "BLOOD HUNTER AND SEA GOD! WHO AND WHAT ARE YOU?! BE YOU AS BLOODLESS AS THE LAST?!

>>5445630
The great eye watches the embodiment of the depths, focused and unblinking.

EYE AM MAGNUS. MIND AND MAGNETISM ARE MY MASTERIES. MAGNUS DOES NOT CONTAIN BLOOD. IF THAT IS WHAT NIFO TITO SEEKS THEN NIFO TITO SHOULD TURN BACK OR TURN INWARD.

>>5443134
You're thankfully able to pull away from the dead lands, though not before one of the strange tendrils finds an instant of purchase in your marble flesh. As quickly as it is wrenched loose by your sudden ascent and departure, you feel as if a part of yourself was ripped away along with it. Easily recoverable as you think it will be this time, you dislike the thought of what might happen if you need to endure such an assault for more then a brief moment. 1 wound suffered.

Rolled 8, 8, 7 = 23 (3d10)

>>5445640

>God Unit Action: [Spirit][DI][Domain: Mind] - Disorientate Nifo Toto
The creature is violent and hungry, the memories of the being spinning thoughts of burning heat and flowing rock as it thinks on another. Whatever action it plans, best it not be given full opportunity. The creeping thoughts of Magnus brush upon the mind of Nifo Toto to muddle actions it might take and slow movements and responses.

>>5442882
>>5438652
>>SABASTIOUS THE DEMON HORSE

In the Aftermath of SABASTIOUS' charge across the forests, the ground has been sundered with overwhelming force and hellfire. Tearing through the fragile - now broken - crust that makes up the world we stand on, the Demon Horses arrive to the surface. Spreading across the locale and beginning their impromptu engagement with the Mohawkers.
>Major: [Develop] [DI] - DEMON HORSES - Tall, imperial, hellish and ghastly. Many words would be used to describe such otherworldly beings by the mortals of the world, but they are, above all else, evil. Demon Horses are prideful beings that delight in suffering and over-indulgence. With tremendously strong legs, unmatched endurance, and manes of fire, they are a fearsome beast indeed. Perhaps no other could be such a worthy mount, but in truth, they are a determent and menace to anyone that has no means of managing them.

With no reason not to, and even more mortals to prey upon, the DEMON HORSES flood across the borders into BDSM's domain. Misleading those lost or alone, running down the helpless, and twisting the Subdomons who are all too familiar to submission and servitude.
>Minor Action: [Gift Technology] - DEMON HORSES to BDSM via Connected Borders and Unit inside Borders

While beholden to their lord, SABASTIOUS, even He can only direct his demonic offspring so far. Like the Lord whom led them out of the pits of hell, Demonic Horses are beings that command and demand respect. Only the most powerful, or crafty - and most of all foolhardy - can hope to approach one. Let alone ride one. However, many Mohawkers after seeing the awe of THE FIRST RIDER, are more than willing to take the gamble for the massive raise in Mohawker society a mount can bestow. It is only after countless bloody accidents that SABASTIOUS intervenes, through THE FIRST RIDER's vessel. Using the spilt blood of the DEMON HORSE Himself to carve out bloody sigils.
>Major: [Develop] [DI] - DEMONIC PACT - With His blessing upon them in the form of worthy mounts, many Mohawkers make way to ride. Some succeed, but many fail, and in their failure SABASTIOUS grows impatient. The time to ride to war is NOW. With his spilt blood carving unknowable flaming runes into the air, he bestows the Mohawkers forbidden knowledge. The intricacies of DEMONIC PACTS. These pacts are individualized and specific to each mortal and Demon Horse. For uninitiated mortals, a pact with a demon can be horrifically one-sided, but with SABASTIOUS' guidance and the teachings of the CREDE, most Mohwakers are able to come to reasonable or at least mutually-hedonistic dealings.
Using: Domain - DEMON HORSES, CREDE OF RIGHTEOUS RESPECT AND DOMINANCE

Rolled 4, 6 = 10 (2d10)

>>5442882
>>5445780
>>SABASTIOUS THE DEMON HORSE
With his duty done, THE FIRST RIDER merely raises a hand and hauls himself onto one of the many DEMON HORSES making exodus for the lands of BDSM. SABASTIOUS calls him, and he answers the call. Barreling through the undergrowth and decaying wood, a small stampede of horses barrel forth onto the site of the Womb-Tree. The twin sister-brother god-godlings facing off against the DEMON HORSE Himself. As the two gods continue to dance, THE FIRST RIDER approaches PLADOMA THE DOMINANCE. Two massive, stoic bodied men come face to face. And rather than raise a fist, THE FIRST RIDER points his finger straight down to the ground. Instantly commanding PLADOMA to KNEEL in submission. For one named after dominance, his first action had been to kneel to his lady. Such a being with Submissive and Dominating natures intertwined in one, it was only natural for a being such as a Mohawker who knows only power or death, instills an aura of obedience into the latex-clad man.

>Unit Action [THE FIRST RIDER] - THE FIRST RIDER attempts to Convert PLADOMA THE DOMINANCE.

With a simple nod in approval, SABASTIOUS follows suit, rearing up on his hind legs and lets out a horrific roar. All those that do not wish to meet death instantly must Yield. There are no alternatives.
>Unit Action [God Unit] [DI] - SABASTIOUS Attempts to Convert:
>>PLADOMA THE DOMINANCE if THE FIRST RIDER failed.
>>The SUBDOMON SOLDIERS if the first conversion was a success.

(For the sake of saving space, I'll include the dice of both conversions in one post. First dice will be THE FIRST RIDER's Culture Conversion check, the second will be SABASTIOUS' Affinity Conversion check. Unless MOP clarifies, I'm guessing that the bonuses of the Crede and Demonic Pacts will offset the culture penalty of the Demonic Horses.)

Rolled 10, 1, 1 = 12 (3d10)

>>5445649
>Fort Roll

Nifo Toto senses the powerful, unfamiliar presence, attacking him from such a great distance! He shakes his head furiously, pounding on it with balled fists until blood runs from his temple. Get out! Get Out! GET OUT! I'LL TEAR YOU APART!!!!!

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>>5442884
Removing this turn >>5443189

>MA [DI] - Construction: Silvercry Wood
Thalak Pillar
Thalak is pleased with the Cahoot's hard work and their current accomplishments that he thinks it is time to grant them a gift. After taking some time looking around to see what he can work it, Thalak decides the Silvercry Wood is an adequate substance for his experiment since it is currently one of the strongest items he has within his domain. Using his divine power to non-physically gather a number of Silvercry trees that gradually morphs together due to the sheer crushing force eventually transforming into one single wooden pillar that is taller than anything within sight. While staring at the giant wooden pillar, Thalak then begins waving one finger from each of his six hands which simultaneously has all four sides of the pillar actively being carved into, slowly depicting images of his surroundings such as trees, wind, water, etc. At the very top, when the carvings of Thalak himself is made on all four sides the flow of silversap begins pouring out of each mouth. The Cahoot are in such awe with the divine display they deem it a holy monument and forbid anyone from touching the sap. Some even begin gathering the silver sap from other Silvercry tree due to their gods presentation.
[The Thalak Pillar grants units within claimed territory a boost in offensive stats.]

>MA [DI] - Blessing/Curse: Sun
Not wanting his young creations to be bothered by dangerous potential foreigners while they are still growing, Thalak decides he must take precautions just in case the dangers of the unknown will one day bring harm to him and his people. With the top hands he uses his index finger and thumb to create an upward triangle, the middle a circle, and the bottom a downward triangle. He begins to chant a simple incantation. [Tick damage against enemies within claimed territory]

υ̶͔͍͙̖͎̳̗̒͊̓͐̿́͘ɿ̷̝̞͎͉̠͍͐̊̍͛̍́̏ͅn̴̰̙͓͉͍͕̎̽̆̊̾͐͘ͅ ̵̱̮̦͍͙̻̊́͒͑̎̓̚͜Ɉ̸̡̬̮̻͔̣̈́͂̊̈́͋̒̄Ḩ̷̱̱̱͖͍͔̎͗͗̏͑̊ɘ̷̡̡̖̱̺̤̉̊͆̃̀̎̕ͅ ̷͍̪̫͈͍̻̋̀͗̂͐̒͜͝o̷̡̰̥̗͎̖̞͒̋̄̈́͗̂̿υ̷̡̢̝̼͚̣̺͛̓̎̎͌͝͝Ɉ̸͉͓͇̥̖͓̈́̌̑̂̿̾͜ƨ̵̡̛̜̬̹̫͈̹̄̓̍̾̏̕i̶̡̨̥͚̙̗͈͌̈́̾͊̐͊̃b̵̼̞͔͕͈̠͓͋̍̐͋̓̌̊ɘ̵̡̜̥͙͇͚̝̑͆̆̂͋̕͝ɿ̶̥̘̩̟̘͓̣̉̓̏̒̆͘̕ ̷̢̛͎̹̱̳̞͖̀̀͂̂w̶̨̨̪̳͎̭̔̄̓͑́͒͌ͅH̴͇̗̯͕͙͓̫̔͒̒͋̔̌̄o̸̧̥̤͚̫͉̍̉̐̂͑̀̿ͅ ̵͉̹̥̜̹̗̀͒̑͌͐̀͠ƨ̶̛̛̥̬̥̱̮̖̎͆̀̉̀ͅɘ̷̧̡̟̹̥̦̦̂̀͊̋̒̕͠ɘ̵̧̢̫͇̯̮̟͐̈̔̃͗̓ʞ̴͕̣̘͎̩̼̣͛͂͑͌͆͘͝ƨ̶̢͇̪̬͍̯̙̾͆̍̉̇̉ ̸̧͉͔͉̤͕̽͑͛̕̕͠͝Ɉ̷̡̛̤͚͓̬̱͖͒̾̍͗̚͘o̷̢̪͖̝͈͓͑̋̋̊̌̆̿ͅ ̴̧̰̼̩̼̟̺͌́͆́̊͐͝ɔ̴̢̰͕̤̥̗̦̌͐̀͑̈͝ɒ̵̢̜͔͚̟̭̦̑̈́̒̀͊̔͠υ̷̡̡̛̛̺̼͎͇͚̊͋̈́͋̈ƨ̸̨̧͍̝̭̞͎̃̎̎͌̓̆͠ɘ̴͚̗͚͉͎͈̳̽̉̌͂̿̋̚

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>>5442884
> move god unit to 31.25
> attack the fucking noise
As they say, give someone a hammer and all they’ll ever see is nails.
Now, give a sword a nuisance, and all it’s gonna do is stab until it goes away

Of course, one cannot simply stab sound, no, but what one CAN do?
Stab the entire fucking area until it stops making noises.

Ardonash, using all of its power, lifts itself, flying in the air, before STABBING the entire hex of 31.25, savanna and bush lands being replaced with the edge of a single angry sword

> develop (No DI) pack hunting
The people of Addigu (Ushmagut was just the guy in the picture) have been left without guidance, for the moment, except… well, their god wants one thing, that they are sure of.
It wants blood. It wants them to be as swords in all things, to cut and cut and cut again.

So, of course, they shall focus on that.
And as the great wise creature known as Ummumug finds out, stabbing goes MUCH better if everyone is stabbing the same thing!

(Here is depicted the great hunter Ummumug, screaming in feral joy after his great discovery. It promptly passed out and spent the night rambling.
It died of tapeworms two months later, but it’s wisdom was recorded and passed on)

>>5446106
> new action cuz I forgor: develop primitive weapons
Inspired by their patron, the cut-spawned create effigies of his image
Effigies which are actually rather good at shanking animals until they’re dead

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>5446181
>>5446106
>>5442880
>>5442884
>>5442883
Zebrac feels the baleful gaze of a separate divine being to the north (29,24) (2 moves) and rushes to meet the presence of Ardonash.

The titanic form of the god of blades rests buried in the earth. Zebrac dances around the ground-bound god, slicing her back upon his edge in a strangely erotic, slow stroke.

>MOVEMENT (2)

>"Oh my goodness, where did you come from? I just have to take you home dear sir."

She grabs the sword god by his hilt, halfway impaling herself and lifting him.

>Strength Check (Stabbing self and running back home with Ardonash)

"We'll be the best of friends, you and I, the Queen of Pain and the Lord of Blades, a pairing meant to be!"

>DEVELOPMENT (DI)

While Zebrac ventures across the land to return to the Scream Prism, her servants are hard at work preparing for her return, already a sheath of Flesh is prepared for Ardonash.

>>5446106
Retcon: Ardonash does not move
He simply sloooooowly cuts through the earth. Taking a shitton of time. And eventually he cuts up the bushland

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>5446244
The Wanting Sword thrashes and twists, the air filling with the whistling SHING of a sword falling on a fucking zebra.

It refuses to be grabbed. It refuses to be wielded by such a… a… an UNWORTHY creature!
It tries to bonk Zebrac on the head with its handle to hopefully escape

Rolled 4, 10 = 14 (2d10)

>>5446296

Rolled 5, 5 = 10 (2d10)

>>5446297
>>5446296
>>5446244

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>>5442884
The Mountain-voice indulges in its repetition once more, enveloping the land near it and to the incoming night with its voice.

>[MA][DI]: Claim [9,17] and [8,18].

The addition of the sea's noise, from the waves to the crabs to its repertoire, soothed its mind enough to study the ominous obelisk within its voice. Realizing the lack of meaning any of the various marks it has within its surface without any source of comparison, it chose another path of study.
Testing its power, it echoed the sound that shook the earth and trembled the air over and over, louder and quicker, more and more of its mouths speaking over time.

>Unit Action [God Unit][DI]: Study the durability of the Sandstone Obelisk.

Besides all this, the things that crawled as the voice spoke have began to hunger, and so preyed on the land's creatures. Finding a diet filled with insects and lesser animals unappetizing, the sandthings attempted to hunt the Dazawks, and at times, Valbats. Failing miserably as their small pincers and nonexistent venom lay squashed by the bird's sheer mass, an enterprising sandthing cloaked in night and lullabic echoes managed to insert themselves within the bird's body, slow as sand.

>[MA]: Develop Parasitism.

This innovation wasn't without consequence, as dozens of sandthings die, either by falling from great heights exiting a Valbat or made inert by the digestive processes of either creatures. For the carnivorous sandthings though, such things are a small price to sate a week-long hunger, combined with hours to a day's worth of travel inside the beasts.

Finally, a burst of voice echoes on from the southern extent of the voice.
>[MA]: Communicate with [7,18].
"You face-HELLO?-I...-SERVE-WISDO-tell me-WHAT-are-Someone-you?"

>>5442884
Eden spreads her light to more land in the east.
>[MA] [DI]: Claim 24,45 and 24,26

She sends her children forth to build a settlement. They name it Alexandria.
>[MA]: Construct settlement on 23,25

>>5442884
I forgot to name that development. I guess the official name for it now is [OOPS I DIDN'T NAME THIS DEVELOPMENT].

>>5442889
The skald deity finds himself wandering through a field of low-growing flora, and surrounded by several glowing crystals that float through the air, swirling around him and flickering energetically with multiple colors of light! The glittering stones dance and play through the air with ease. As the divine one speaks, the stones quickly huddle before him, hovering in place without motion as if listening to their visitor's every word!

>[MI] + [DI] [MOVE] [BELWEIR] [22,23]
The tingle of a foreign will wakes the snoozing god and he twirls up and out of the comfortable branches of a tree, looking around excitedly! After several seconds of spinning in place and searching, he identifies the direction that the message came from and flies straight ahead to meet this new person!
.. Then after extracting himself from the branches of yet another tree, he rises above the pointed tops of the foliage and zooms onward toward friendship, tumbling end over end haphazardly!

It doesn't take long before the speeding rock arrives, landing bottom-point-down in the ground not too far away from the figure around which the little glowing rocks swarmed.

>[MI] + [DI] [COMMUNICATE]
A long moment of awkward silence passes following the crystal god's ungraceful arrival; a silence broken with a bright voice that vibrates from his solid vitreous form. "Hello, person!" The rock says cheerfully.

>[MA] + [DI] [DEVELOP] [SHAPED STONE]
The motes within the shimmering crystals of the forest exert power over their homes, causing the rocks to rise up clumsily from the ground and hover much as their large friend does. In their practice, they often lose their grasp and drop the gems. When some of the heavier crystals land upon rocks, they break into smaller pieces with sharp points and edges and peculiar shapes that the little sprites find fascinating!

>[MA] + [DI] [CLAIM] [21,23] [20,24]
The crystals do not stop growing in the low fields. They spread westward past the treeline, and turning the forest into a glittering garden!

>>5447767

>[MI} Communicate

The bandaged god stood up from beside a small campfire, gazing up at the crystal. A gnarled staff stood firm in the ground. He spoke with the voice of a travelled man, communicating in a booming voice to the Crystal

"Well, if it isn't our new neighbours. Our friends have become acquainted, how about we? What is your name? Your nature? Your history? And what good tidings can we bring one another?"

>>5442880

>MA-DI [CLAIM] 3.20 and 4.22
>Ma-DI [Develop] settlement at 3.21 - name is Largo

At home the Beykarres are hard at work, building themselves a home while Silure's domain expand.

>Communicate

>>5445065
Why hello, i'm not the source of that echo, in fact i'm looking for it! Wasn't it such a wonderful voice? Such might! One can only be envious in front of such talent!
As for your other question... I don't know~ I am but a traveler, even though i stayed here far longer than i first thought, i do not plan to stay here forever. Just long enough to find this song again...
But enough yearning for today! I'm going to go and meet with our voice there. If you want to follow?

>>5446311
Ah! You're the one! How could one not recognize such a wonderful voice! I've heard you sing. Say would you mind singing for me~?
Ah but i must lower my tempo, please excuse me, things are slow here. I am a traveler that lost it's way here. I'm trying to compose an answer to the song of creation that resonated in this land, and i think you could very well be the main singer of my orchestra. What do you say?

Rolled 8, 1 = 9 (2d10)

>>5445788
Automatically rolling Pladoma/BDSM's Affinity defense.

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GOD ACTIONS
>>5442889 Nardu
You weave a tapestry and a story as one, both your own people and the crystalline sprites of your neighbour enthralled by the tales you tell them, of a distant land and its god.
Your people construct the beginnings of a settlement with the speed of experienced nomads, though you expect it will take them some time to adapt to a truly sedentary lifestyle after lifetimes and generations of wandering. Hordern constructed.
Those skaldlings who walk your roads are filled with a divine foreknowledge, acting where they can to remove debris, drive off predators, and otherwise ease the journeys of their fellow travelers so their trips, in turn, will also be made that much more idyllic. Road Infrastructure developed.

>>5442900 The Moon-Touched Prey
You seek once more to draw the loathsome children of the life goddess from her side, to pull them into the shadowy, abhorrent wilderness over which you hold dominion. Yet again, however, you are rebuffed, her light scouring your darkness from her people’s hearts and drawing them back to her side, leaving you to stomp your hooves in frustration as your only recourse. No matter. They will fall, in time.
You turn your attention back to your own domain. While it remains uninhabited for now, you desire to prepare it for your people’s return. You twist the forests, swamps, and dells yet more, vegetation becoming bloated and water syrupy with nutrition, a land now free of predation, built in defiance of the natural order. Aberrant Biosphere developed.
The great, pallid plateau you construct looms ominously over the treetops, its smooth, bleached white surface lit only by the baleful moon gazing down from above. It will be ready and waiting, a gathering place for when you are at last reunited with your people. Lunar Viewing Plateau constructed.

>>5443145 Sheriruth
A sea of limbs laps restlessly at the foot of the peaks which tower over your territory, climbing higher and higher as they eat away at their foundations, readying the mountain range for your inevitable arrival and conversion. Marching Limbs developed.
From every surface of your territory new limbs sprout, obeying the whim of their god and his people as they capture game, collect herbs, and pluck crops. Great trains of limbs transport different goods every which way, your people wanting for nothing as their god exerts his absolute control over every aspect of their lives. Dorsal Grasp developed.
After reshaping the land as you’ve pleased, you feel within you the ability to claim yet more territory blossom. +1 Terraforming.

>>5443158 Steel-Weaver
3 hexes claimed.
Your EBWOs approach the great, honeycombed settlement which you have hollowed out from the mountainside with something approaching reverence, before quickly overcoming their divine fervor and beginning to make themselves at home, chattering and dragging great sacks of scrap into the burrows as they set about “upgrading” the new abode you had so painstakingly laid out. Southridge constructed.
As you lay claim to the southern grasslands, you find a rather curious sight. A great spire of glass, covered with thousands of holes of varied length and width. The winds of the grasslands seem to sweep through the monument, each hole producing a different, keening whistle, the sounds weaving together to form a mournful song, like nothing you’ve found in your recently recovered databanks. With every note, the spire hums with power. Obelisk discovered!

>>5444860 Carn’aath
Most of the Serfs take to your orders with their typical cowering, reverent obedience, all resistance utterly crushed. However, some at least show promise, and that is enough. Hunts are organized, animals captured and subjected to a fate even worse than the Serfs’ own, for at least they remain mostly whole in their subservience to The Great Color. A gilded cage, the least broken among their number whisper. The Breeding Class developed.
Those who are unable to contribute their labour to The Great Color can offer only their bodies, giving themselves up in glorious, ecstatic sacrifice as you send them to be with The Greatness Above, their blood and souls fueling yet more works on this mortal plane from which they’ve departed. The Sacrificial Class developed.
To the South arises a great wall of gore and viscera, squirming and gasping in the throes of horrible, tortured life. An eye here, a squawking beak there the only evidence of the identities they had before they were fused together, their blood the mortar and their flesh and bone the bricks with which your fortifications were erected. Living Wall constructed.
After several great works of Spirit, you feel your finesse and capacity for such arts improve. A natural progression, or a gift from The Great Color? +1 Spirit.

>>5445065 Versdel
4 hexes claimed.
You leave your investigation behind for the time being, travelling towards the source of the strange singing you heard earlier.

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>>5444839 Magnus
2 hexes claimed.
Your people put their new knowledge to work quickly, their minds buzzing with an excitement you can feel even from hundreds of meters overhead as they drill away at rocks and cut away at trees to test their freshly shaped implements. You have to pull your attention away, however, as a possible threat rears its ugly pointed head.
You stare balefully down at the former ocean predator and its savage, bellowed challenge. You will not entertain its lust for blood and viscera, especially with your people so close at hand. You pin its primitive mind with a thought, watching with rapt amusement as it pounds at its own head in frustration and confusion, unable to shut out your piercing, intrusive assault on its psyche. Disorientation inflicted on Nifo Toto.


>>5445403 The All Warmth
The Shale begin speaking amongst themselves in a ponderous, gravelly tongue, imitating the rumbling, tectonic speech of their god during his confrontation with the shark-beast. Language developed.
Not long after, they find reason to preserve their spoken word, so that it will not be lost to time. With their flaming breath they burn great, complex runes into their bodies, tales told on rocky flesh and granite bone. Writing developed.
You take the assault of the shark deity in stoic, stony silent, letting out nary a sound as molten ichor spills forth from the great gash his teeth inflict on your body. The wound will mend, in time. The earth endures.

>>5445563 Nifo Toto
Auvau swim in great shivers in the massive lake that composes their new home. The constant heat takes some getting used to, but most adapt in time, some even coming to enjoy the bubbling warmth of these new waters which keep the eternal winter of this land at bay. Loto Mu constructed.
Those few who are dissatisfied with the warm water find their other desires sated, as the newly grown Bloody Barlow transforms the snowy tundras around Loto Mu into an orgy of blood and violence. Maddened, trumpeting Woradine crash into and gore one another in great herds as delighted Auvau join in on the savage fun, heedless of the occasional casualty as even their endless lust for blood is filled by the red-painted snowfields. Stain the Barlow developed.
Unfortunately, you’re unable to join in on the fun you’ve created. You roar in pain, beating your fists against your head as wave after wave of strange, psychic pressure pulses through your skull courtesy of the ominous silver eye hovering head. Your thoughts are becoming hazy, flowing like thick treacle as you struggle to recall where you are, and why you’re here. Something about…blood…? Disorientation inflicted. Until the end of the turn your Agility is reduced by 3, and all attack rolls will suffer a -2 to their result.

>>5445622 Nil
3 hexes claimed.
Heolig quickly becomes the hub for Riath activity, one of the few places where your people have occasion to meet face to face and converse of a distance that does not measure in leagues. Some, too, find the strange, warped nature of the space there an amusing pastime, making games of trying to traverse the full breadth of the settlement before their fellows when they have nothing else to occupy their time. Heolig constructed.
As you first begin your journey out into the featureless gray wastes you find them rather…droll. Nothing but lonely, silent dunes as far as even your divine eyes can see. So, you continue onward. For what feels like an eon you wander, the view never changing, even your pawprints seeming to fade into the anemic sand behind you as soon as you continue your hike…somewhere, until you finally pause. You recognize an unfamiliar sensation, stealing its way through your body. Perhaps it has been for your entire trek, and you’ve only just now noticed it. It hovers at the tip of your tongue, until a half-remembered conversation between your Riath finally puts word to feeling. Exhaustion. Yes, you’re feeling tired, for the first time in your immortal life. You plot down onto the suddenly soft sand, the lids of your eyes feeling heavy as your toothy muzzle opens in a long, languid yawn. Every motion feels like a chore as the desire for rest overtakes you, every breath slowing and deepening along with the beating of your heart as your eyes begin to droop closed. So very, very sleepy…
>Give me a Fortitude roll.

>>5445780 Sabastious
You shake off the wound inflicted on you by the freakish, leather-clad dominatrix and retreat for a moment, mind working rapidly after the failure of your brute-force assault. You will need to approach this a bit more…tacitly. You call upon the newly arrived hellish steeds, and with a snorted command send them tearing across the lands of the sadistic god in streaks of hellfire, ready to wreak havoc amongst the deity’s foolish followers. DEMON HORSES developed, and gifted to B.D.S.M
While most of the Demon Horses are sent to inflict destruction upon the lands of your enemy, some find their way back to the lands of your Mohawkers, where some brave (or foolish) few are able to approach and, if not break in, at least find common ground with the infernal equines, with the lessons of their god still ringing in their ears. DEMONIC PACT developed.
Unfortunately, your efforts to force Pladoma to submit are futile, his will, bolstered by the power of his goddess, too much for you to overcome. Another day, perhaps

>>5446069 Thalak
The pillar stands tall and strong in the center of your territory, gleaming silver under the noonday sun. Mercurial sap glistens in the light, pouring from the mouths carved into each side of the pillar in a neverending torrent. Divine power seems to emanate out from each mouth, filling Cahoots all across the island with newfound strength and energy as they carry out their daily tasks, minds filled with worship of you. Thalak Pillar constructed.
Your symbol hangs over the sun for any who stare at it within the lands you claim as yours, a physical symbol of your blessing and curse made manifest. For your people, it fills them with your warmth and comfort, a reminder that you are forever watching over and caring for them in your benevolence. For your enemies, however, it is a grim reminder, beating down on their brows with cruel, unforgiving heat for as long as they walk your lands. Blessing/Curse: Sun developed.

>>5446106 Ardonash
The Cut-Spawned slice into their prey with a vicious bloodlust that impresses even you, and though their crude imitations of your glorious magnificence slightly offend you, you suppose that they will improve in time, lest you visit your wrath upon them. Pack Hunting and Primitive Weapons developed.
On this day, however, your wrath is directed at another. The arrogant little ant that prances around the land where your blade pierces the earth, rubbing up against you and doing all manner of unseemly thing with the edge of your blade. This simply could not continue. The little worm would receive a fitting punishment, your pride demanded nothing less. And so, you begin to slooooowly lean your blade forward, the dirt and stone in which you’re sheathed crumbling around you as your hilt begins to descend with quickly building speed towards the earth, and the gnat standing atop it, until your collide with a thunderous impact, your entire body vibrating with satisfaction as you feel them buried beneath several tons of rubble and sword hilt. 1 wound inflicted on Zebrac.

>>5446311 Godech
2 hexes claimed.
Under the combined assault of your voices, you see the obelisk slowly begin to come apart, cracks forming and then spiderwebbing across its surface. Rather more ominously, you sense the power previously only present in the runes begin to leak out through the cracks in greater and greater quantities, pressure seeming to build and build the greater the strain the obelisk is placed under.
>Continue?
While it involves a great deal of trial and error, your people eventually perfect the art of parasitism, learning to nest in the bodies of the local wildlife for hours, sometimes even several days at the time, sustaining their hunger and need for shelter all the while. Parasitism developed.

>>5446244 Zebrac
You dance around the magnificent monument to pain and violence looming proudly overhead, thoughts of the things you’ll do once you bring this glorious, deadly edifice home dancing right along with you. You’re finally ready to pull the sword loose and bring it home when you hear an ominous, low rumbling, as the air begins filled with choking dust. You hop out of cloud of displaced earth, before staring up at the massive sword in confusion. You’d swear that it was beginning to…lean? Yes, it was definitely leaning. In fact, you were pretty sure it was leaning towards-
Your thoughts are swallowed by a white-hot flash of glorious, agonizing pain as your body is crushed beneath to oppressive weight of the sword’s hilt, the initial momentum burying you nearly a hundred meters underground as it continues to press down on you from overhead. 1 wound suffered.
Back home, your Voidspawn are struck with a terrible divine inspiration, some frothing at the corners of twisted, warped mouths as your thoughts are transmitted to them. They quickly begin carrying out your new orders, preparing a sheathe of fused flesh to receive the one whom you intend to bring home with you. Sheathe of Flesh constructed.

>>5447553 Eden
2 hexes claimed.
Alexandria’s sanctified luminescence is a beacon to all of the children of Eden, a home who’s light they can never lose sight of, even on the brightest of days or the darkest of nights. Alexandria constructed.

>>5447767 Belweir
2 hexes claimed.
Your sprites have a great deal of fun simply watching how the new, sharp edged gemstones and crystals fly as they toss them, spinning end over pointy end before burying themselves in the dirt. Some brave thaumites even begin to poke the sharp crystals at one another, mock battles breaking out in clearings all over the forest as sprites whirl between the trees and each other, sharpened implements floating along behind them with a lack of care that would send any parent’s heart up into their throat. Shaped Stone developed.

>>5448162 Silure
2 hexes claimed
Your people erect a village in the treetops, makeshift homes supported by the boughs of the towering, mighty trees that fill the jungles here. It’s no palatial estate, but your people are comfortable regardless. Largo constructed.

B.D.S.M
Turn missed, 2 actions saved for the next turn.

Develop [MA] - The Skaldlings had taken to the goat-like creatures in the mountains and hills of their homeland. Several particularly cocky members of Nardu's conclave have learned to ride, corral and keep these Biseax as pets, friends, and food. The beginnings of a burgeoning farming culture, and animal friendship

Develop [MA] [DI] - Nardu watched from afar, these soft beginnings of culture. He was proud of, and for the Skaldlings, and wished to reward them. He took the wood of their homeland, the fur of the Biseax, and the fiber in the surrounding region and carved it into a brilliant wagon. Those who travelled the loads could carry themselves along the roads, as well as cargo to bring to far off lands. All they needed was Nardu's divine spark to give them the knowledge to recreate these wagons. And he gave happily

Share Tech [MI] - Medicinal Agriculture

Sitting at the fire with the spectres of his neighbouring gods, and the children of Belweir ,Nardu imparted upon them the knowledge of medicinal agriculture. If either ever needed aid, the herbs and plants of the world would give them

God Unit Move, to 23,25

God Unit Interact [MI] [DI], Build Road to 23,25 through Belweir's territory.

Even while Nardu awaited Belweir's response at the Firelight, his mind raced with possibilites. His next travels were already arranged, all he yet had to do was act.

Looking beyond the horizon across the inland sea of Bottomrite, he saw the settlement of Alexandria. And at once, he knew where he was to go. New trails were born in his wake, and even as he approached the ocean, pillars of hexagonal rock seemed to spring forth from the ocean itself to create a natural bridge. Nardu's Causeway.

The Moon-Touched Prey allows its agony to leech out of its body. The bloodless, gaping wounds exude ancient memories, flowing into the minds of not just its minions, but the Gods and mortals in its vicinity. Its pain reaches them in full, as a distant memory of being rent asunder by spear and bow, tooth and claw. It was a sacred beast once, in an eon long past, but that didn't stop man from hunting it down and carving it apart in its limitless greed. It shares this pain with the beasts of the wilderness, showing them firsthand what will happen when wicked hands descend on them. It imprints upon them the agony of being torn into while still alive, along with betrayal, fear, and the burning desire to reject that this is the natural order. It shows them everything. It shows them man chasing them down in their safe havens and carving their children to pieces. It shows the skinning and butchering of carcasses. It shows blazing infernos overtaking the forests, of pointed arrows piercing flesh indiscriminately. Ancient memories overlap with the instincts of the wild animals, instilling this deep terror into the heart of every creature and ensuring that they will forever remain wary. No longer will they willingly seek out outsiders.

It's a paranoid, misanthropic assertion. In truth, there's been no indication of mistreatment from the golden-eyed folk. They could very well treat their tamed beasts with kindness and loving hands, living alongside them instead of making use of them in any way. But the ancient torment of the beast-God is not so easily dispelled. It levels this accusation as fact, allowing its bitter tears to flow out into the marshland. Its message spreads wherever the moonlight touches, washing over the swampland and forest to worm its way through their eye sockets.

>Major action [DI] [Domain- Perversion of Nature][Domain- Moon]- Develop Fear of Man, preventing further conversion from The Herd.

Art Source: The Wolves and the Sheep, Gustave Doré [Les Loups et les Brebis], 1867

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>>5448508

With this warning given, the moon illuminates a path through the increasingly hostile marshland. The creatures that it looks upon kindly have nothing to fear, but to their primal minds, the road of light provides assurance of safety. It draws this trail through the swamps, showing them the way back to the Lunar-viewing plateau. With their central home in place, they'll be able to live freely once again, without being spirited away by enemies of their kind. Hooved beasts of all shapes and sizes return to home, safe under the guidance of the Prey. Creatures from the forest, this strange new land that's been inducted in its territory, wander deep into the swamps as well. They follow the path to salvation, leaving their treetop dwellings and riding upon the backs of their fellows. It doesn't stop here, however. The moon gifted it with life once again, so it will do the same for its fallen kin. Ancient bones worm their way out of the ground and carcasses rise from the forest floor, their decomposition ceasing. Living and dead are combined together to form this new Herd.

The God feels its divine power begin to wane with the end of the epoch, as the burning fury that accompanied its birth begins to subside. But it has one more thing to do first.

>Major action [DI] [Domain- Perversion of Nature]- Develop. Regain a core group of minions, drawn from the wild population of herbivorous animals. Use Domain to increase this number even more by reanimating corpses.

There is still an enemy standing before it. The creature's flesh continues to writhe, leaking out boiling fluids and cords of tattered muscles. The vile stench of decomposition floods into the swampland, nearly forming a visible cloud. The ragged edges of its wounds grow and expand as it charges directly at the Goddess of light. Its four limbs bend and break repeatedly, twisting in unnatural directions while it bears down on Eden. The Moon-Touched Prey attempts to engulf her with its back, so it can rip away at her essence with its shattered bones and hungering meat. It will suffuse her light with its body and snuff her out. All throughout, its eyes remain hollow and dark, its earlier rage now replaced with a cold, dispassionate malice.

>Unit Action [God Unit]- Interact [DI], Attack Eden directly.

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>>5448162
>[MI]: Communicate
"What you ask-refusal-this field of-testament-sought-to be-completion of directives. C-current-One,-subsequent-Subsequent-three-Three-three-Three-three-Three-"
"No-. Why -'re you lost? Song? Orchestra? I don't know~.

The Mountain-voice continued on, slowly crushing the Obelisk out of a sense of superiority, as the knowledge of its weakness to its voice soothed it so and so. Power echoes, and in an empty land, such energy filled it with a sense of comfort and peace, a world without voice pushed ever farther.
>Unit Action [God Unit][DI]: Crush the Sandstone Obelisk.

Still, this isn't wholly pointless. The Mountain-voice reminisced on the old voices, ones that began before its awareness and its echoes. The voices that shook the earth and trembled the air, yes. The ones who may bring the deadly sea unto land. The ones who wandered these wastes, and made lesser creatures kneel in their presence. The God-Echo carved a space in its stone for these voices, and made it its own.
>[MA][DI]: Develop the Shaker's Echo

Concurrent to this, the crawlers who wandered south following the Godly Voice, even further beyond, leaving those who believed in the Black Spire and their eventual freedom, to the Mountain-voice. There, with the Shakers' Echo in full force, they begged the divinity for patronage over their kins. For division has made its seed upon the burgeoning beings, and now with the parasitical ways of the dustcrawlers of the red earth spreading and being learned their kin, a doom of isolation would be brokered unto them by fate.

The Mountain-voice saw their vocal souls, and loosened the sandy constituents binding it in reality. A bridge from its innards to the outs were made, and through this does the sandcrawlers breathed meaning. Meaning, even beyond the proto-language the dark sandcrawlers had made with clicks and motions, which was very divergent for every individual crawler.
>[MA][DI]: Develop Soul Vocal-Emanation

>>5448388
Action 1: MA + DI Terraform
25, 20
26, 21
26, 22

Sheriruth expands his dominion at last, a threshhold crossed which bursts itself forward and corrupts the mountains into manifold mockeries.

Action 2: MA + DI: Augmetic Bands

For many years the Damm’ta have sat shackled and unmoving for their crimes against their creator, but the wind seems to change as of late. As they spread beyond their shrubland home back to the mountain strongholds that their rebellion once kept, they change.

A burning sense is felt, as all across the bodies of the unmade bands of jold emerge, gathering at the stumps where arms and legs once extended.

The effect of them is revealed as loose rubble and debris gather, the bands extend and shape the detritus into arms, legs, digits.

The strength and dextrous nature of these pitiful rubble limbs is pathetic, easily broken and scattered. But if something more fitting was used in place of it, the Damm’ta could have mighty instruments once more…

(Direct minion upgrade, basically an overly complicated connector port that accepts prosthetic limbs and gives them really crappy ones to start off with.)

UI: Sheriruth moves to 21, 26

DI + MI: Steal Tugai from the current hex

The colossal form of sheriruth casts a shadow over the combatting deities.
It hovers overhead before it’s fingers extend, Tugai of all sorts abducted into its ivory grasp, petrified as they are stolen.

Sheriruth then turns away from the fighting deities who he ignores, mulling over the many petrified lizards now captured and in his grasp.

>>5445630

>Minor: Communicate = Nifo Toto

The metal Eyeballs remains steady as it looks upon the 'Blood Hunter and Sea God'.

'And still you do not move, still you do not speak or think' The orb's mind-broadcast carries. 'No damage is felt, yet you do not reply. Have I stripped you of all thought?'

>>5448388
>MA + DI: Claim (3,16) and (4,16)
The domain of Prosperity continues its inexorable march into the seemingly endless northern desert. Just how far did it stretch? Was there anything to find out here?

>MA + DI: Create Settlement (Prosperity) at (1,16) using Commerce Domain + Primitive Sandstone Equipment + Clay
As Versdel felt the last of this surge of strength fading, he cast a sign back to the coast upon which he had awoken. There, with what they had gathered so far, sandstone from the mesas, the tools they had assembled, and a divine nudge towards the value clay could have as a material good if left to bake in the sun as bricks, the Preservers established the ghost of a town, but a town nonetheless. They would not have to rely on subsistence living for much longer, should all go well.

>>5448162
>Communicate - Silure
The god considers Silure's answer for a moment before responding, though he seems pleased with it. "Excellent! All those who abide by law may enjoy free and safe travel through Prosperity. In time, we will stretch roads across all of this land. And I shall accompany you, I seek to understand this echo as well."

>Unit Move (Versdel): (9,17)
Sure enough, he continued his exodus to the east.

>>5449374
>Communicate - Godech
While Versdel could not quite determine the position of the echoing god, he could feel his presence and sense his voice. This must be the source, if the wandering star was not. "Hail to you, voice of mountains! I am Versdel, Shepherd of Prosperity. Be you friend or foe of my endless kingdom? I have heard your call, and hope to establish good trade and spread order and prosperity with you."

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>>5448390
>Steel Weaver moves to 16,10
>Major Action (DI): Claim 14.10, 15.10, 16.10, and 17.9

The Steel Weaver strides through the grasslands, all manner of sensors eagerly gathering as much data as possible, all while the unrecognized protocol which seems to communicate to the EBWOs what places are or aren't safe spreads with reckless abandon.

>Major Action (DI) [Machines Domain]: Develop the spinning wheel (improved weaving)
Taking a moment to rest, the steel weaver looks across its newly claimed territory, and at the EBWOs already investigating the strange new resources it offers. One of them starts teasing apart the fibers of a cotton plan with its bare hands, an act which strikes the Steel Weaver as rather inefficient.

Inefficient. Inefficient inefficient INEFFICIENT! The knowledge that there exists a better way of accomplishing this task provokes the closest thing a robot can have to a visceral reaction, and from the morass of broken code and corrupted data that lurks beneath its consciousness a series of files unexpectedly emerge. The packets of data are discarded almost as soon as they arrive, until only one remains. Back at Northwood, EBWOS stop what they're doing and get to work on The Machine. The First Machine, that shall serve as the herald for many more yet to come...

The abrupt commotion, of course, draws a great many curious gazes from the misty lands further north.
>Minor Action: Trade Tech with Nil (Weaving for Language)

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>>5448388
>>5448392
This feeling...it's quite strange. Nil had never thought he would be able to feel so tired, so weak, but just for that fact; this experience would be an important one, a further step on his goal of understanding mortal life. There really is no reason to fight it, then. But...why does it feel so wrong?

>Action 1: Develop [MA] [DI]
Though life goes on as usual for the Riath, over the years, it becomes increasingly clear that they are...alone. Their Great Spirit does not whisper in the wind, his glowing eyes no longer shine through the fog to look upon his people, nor is his presence to be found anywhere else. Clearly, this is a sign that the Riath have invited his wrath, and must repent for their sins! They seek to honour him, and re-acquire his favour through great ritualistic acts, wherein performers emulate their creator and reenact his great, godly feats in as complex a form as primitives like them can. Strangely enough, the mists seem to hang around these 'actors' far more heavily than usual, and they find themselves easily changing from one persona to another. This is taken as a great blessing from Nil, leading to the veneration of these individuals.
>Cultural Rituals are developed, and through Divine Influence, they grant those who participate with a nigh-on supernatural ability to act. This 'profession' of sorts becomes an important cornerstone of society in Heolig and beyond.

>Action 2: Claim [MA] [DI]
In the midst of his struggle to stay awake, the wolf god's shaking and rustling inadvertedly sends great waves of mist southward, carrying an unconscious vestige of himself that greedily stretches across the sea and takes hold of the new lands beyond, eager to investigate all that's strange and new in this hot, arid land that's oh so unfamiliar to one used to the cold north.
>[5, 10], [5, 11] and [4, 12] are claimed.

>>5450719
>Action 3: Move [MI]
Regardless of the end result of his 'expedition' in the wastelands, Nil is none-too-eager to stick around and, if at all possible, beats a hasty retreat. The revelation of lands where even gods are in danger makes his head spin, fascinating yet intimidating as it is. This is worth further investigation, but is best saved for a later time, when he's more prepared. For now, it would do to follow the trails of his own essence that lead southwest, and see what lies beyond.
>Nil moves to [5,11].

>Action 4: Trade Tech [MI]
In their god's absence, the Riath turn to their neighbors to attempt to find some trace of him, or the reason he left them. Their unnaturaly clean air, their lands covered in unfiltered sunlight, these were things that were always observed from a distance, or in fringe cases, but this is the first time communication between these two peoples has happened on a grand scale, and it's quite the culture shock. The greatest cause of such are the intricate, seemingly magical objects that help these EBWOs weave together fascinating new materials, all while they...grunt and scream and point wildly, utterly incapable of proper communication. An impossibility, but one the Riath could profit from, if only they helped these stumpy builders learn to actually speak. If only they stopped freaking out when they started exhaling fog after learning a few words...

>>5450489
>Unit Action [Magnus] [Domain: Mind]:
>Interact [DI] - Analyse Nifo Toto, Analyse mental encounter with Nifo Toto.
With still no response from the walking shark-god, Magnus runs a mental analysis of both the creature and Magnus' own interactions, compiling that knowledge.

Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d6)

>>5450489
"AAAAGH!!" Nifo Toto roars, a rivulet of blood trickling down the side of his head, the self-inflicted injury leaving a spray of red blood across his knuckles.

"YOUR BLOOD IS MINE, BEAST! RAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

>Action [1+2] DI - Claim - 21,7 / 22,7 / 21,8 / 22,8
>God Unit - Chase after Magnus and attack!

In a burst of power, Nifo Toto overwhelms the world around him with his presence, leaping through the chilling winds to bear down on the eyeball! Still, his head hurts so much! His vision swims before him, and every moment seems to drag on for eternity...

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>>5448395
> attack Zebrac again
With a mighty bellow of screeching metal and pure fury, the wanting sword’s edge bites deeper and deeper into the pain-thing’s flesh, yearning for the godsblood it has wanted for so long

> develop Zealotry [DI]
The Cut-spawned witness the glorious violence of their lord and master, the beautiful song of pain and doom and splashing blood as they watch a god cry out in pain.
Their chests are filled with something beyond spite, beyond adoration- pure, raw terror.
But at the same time, exhilaration.
They will not be the next target of the sword.
So of course, they will have to prove themselves useful.
Their training redoubles, fueled now by complete and utter devotion and determination to not get stabbed- for what wounds could be worth worrying about, when the alternative is to end up as the pained steed?

> develop Javelins
They kinda just decide that it’s a good idea to tie swords to sticks and throw em to stab things good from far away
[included depiction of the great hunter Humnazhogg, the first to imagine that stabbing things good from far would be a good idea]

Shit. Forgot to add that it’s Ardonash
>>5451061

Rolled 9, 9 = 18 (2d10)

>>5451060
correct roll here, -2 to each.

Rolled 7, 2 = 9 (2d10)

>>5451060
'Beast? YOU call MAGNUS Beast?'

Magnus's orb spins as the metallic eyeball defends against the part-incapacitated Shark-being.

>>5451065
>>5451066
There is a static hiss of pain as, even disorientated, the Shark's jaws bite home; tearing away a small chunk of the metallic eyeball's rearside. There is energy, a static buzz and perhaps the taste of Sycrconite and Magnium. There is, however, none of the blood that Nifo Toto might have hoped for.

'Do you believe now that Magnus is without the blood you seek? Are we done here?'

>>5451070
Nifo Toto falls to one knee, retching violently as the sparking chunk of god-metal/flesh is disgorged onto the snowy ground.

"Another one! Blegh!" He growls, his vision clearing as Magnum's mental assault subsides. "You're all bloodless freaks..."
He seems to be talking more to himself than Magnum, and a mental probe would confirm that his thoughts already wonder elsewhere, to the taste of the wind and the endless horizon around them. He rises to his feet, his black eyes shaking off the last of Magnum's blue sparks, heralding the end of his mental attack.
Nifo Toto licks his bloody knuckles absentmindedly, his other hand picking up the chunk of Magnum he bit off to hold it up. He inspects the blood-less lump briefly, nostrils flaring as it sparks in the freezing wind.

"There's a rock thing that way." He says, finally turning to Magnus, who may still be hovering nearby (probably just out of reach, sadly).
"Over there, where the sun goes down. Thought he might be like me, so I took a bite of him, too, but burnt my tongue. He's not like me. You see any real gods around here, shiny-rock-thing? You can be a pack with that rock thing, I don't care, but I want to..."

He pauses, a thought visibly (and slowly) seeming to come across his mind.

"-hehe, MEET some MEAT."

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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>5448388
>>5445780
>>SABASTIOUS THE DEMON HORSE

PLADOMA THE DOMINANCE, a fellow of otherworldly strength of mind and body. A parallel and mirror of THE FIRST RIDER indeed. Though he may have begun to doubt his Conviction, it will take a little more to force him to Bend the Knee. (rolling them in separate posts this time for The First Seal's sake.)
>Unit Action [THE FIRST RIDER] - THE FIRST RIDER attempts to Convert PLADOMA THE DOMINANCE with a Culture Check. Dealing 2/2 of the other hero unit's Conviction.

Following suit, the DEMON HORSE Himself attempts to submit even more of the mortals before him. In the process of slamming his hooves down in a show of his power, the world itself buckles to his whims. Gates to hell crack open, pouring forth more demonic horses and sparking spires of brimstone and basalt across the landscapes all over the world. Once this is done, following the wise heeds of THE FIRST RIDER, SABASTIOUS rears back and carries those who he can across the landscapes to avoid the worst of the god of depravity's retaliation. And perhaps gain further insight into these other divine presences He feels on the edges of perception.
>Major: [Claim] [DI] - Claim hexes <12,17> and <15,24>.

>Unit Action [God Unit] [DI] - SABASTIOUS Attempts to Convert with Affinity:
>>PLADOMA THE DOMINANCE's second conviction if THE FIRST RIDER failed.
>>The SUBDOMON SOLDIERS if the first conversion was a success.
>Unit Move [God Unit] - SABASTIOUS Moves and carries as many units as he can under his control with him to hex <19,23>. Prioritizing the Hero Units over the Subdomons.

Meanwhile, in the forests, in the swamps, in the deserts the Mohawkers uncover more of their mount's demonic powers. Incorporating these new abilities into the pacts they form, they grow stronger and more powerful by the day. The most obvious and practical thing to focus on first, is the great manes and tails of flame these fiendish equines have framing their forms. Not only one of comfort and safety, but a fearsome weapon to drive the primitives of this world before them.
>Major: [Develop] [DI] - MANES OF FLAME (Firestarting+) - Dark otherworldly reds, bright caustic greens, wispy ghostly blues. The DEMON HORSES' flaming manes are as unnatural as they are majestic. For their Pact-bound Mohawkers, these flames are gentle on their skin and of little harm. Providing light at night and warmth during the cold, they can also be used to ignite torches or kindling for practical use. However, to those not affiliated with the DEMON HORSE, they will find these flames to burn with hellfire and scour off flesh.
Using: Domain: DEMON HORSES, DEMON HORSES Tech, got plenty of wood to chose from if really needed.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>5448388
>>5451090
>>SABASTIOUS THE DEMON HORSE

Rolling for SABASTIOUS's Affinity Conversion check against whomever is valid.

If we are allowed to use the units we have converted right out of the gate, then have PLADOMA and the SUBDOMON SOLDIERS attempt to convert more of their fellows to the side of the DEMON HORSE. Before they get dragged off by SABASTIOUS to the hex outside of BDSM's reach. Once one at the top has submitted, surely more are to follow. These submissive peons will know their place under our reign, and the rest? Shall be driven into the dirt.

>>5448388
>>5451070
>>5451074
Spinning as it assesses the damage done from the Shark-being's jaws, the glow about the orb flickers; Magnus rising up out of immediate reach of the Shark-god. Not that such distance would easily dissuade it if it was determined to attack; but the thoughts of Nifo are already seeming to wander elsewhere.

'Saw? No.' The answer that projects into Nifo Toto's mind is fairly blunt. 'Felt, though. As Magnus spun above southern shore, Magnus detected brief spark other being even further from the north, across the dark waters. Cannot say if that one like us is of Meat, or of other. Only that it was there, and with a mind to sense.'

>God Unit: Magnus - Move to (21,8)
The Eyeball moves westward, across plains just starting to feel the influence of the Shark-god's claim, his great eye turned further west. The home of this burning rock-thing? Perhaps. But not a place to go, for now.

>God Unit: Magnus - Move to (22,8), Move to (23,8)

Passing by the shark again, Magnus' mind stretches out again to take dominion of the borderlands, enough to give him and his the barest access to the fresh-water lake.

1) Major Action + DI: Claim
Magnus lays claim to the Hexes (21,9) and (23,8), placing what Magnus hopes as a border and point of contact. Wise? Only time will tell this.

>God Unit: Magnus - Move to (22,8), Move to (24,9)

The Great Metal eye returns to the Mushroom forest, settling down against the charged Monolith residing there to contemplate and feeling the crackle of the thing's charge brushing Magnus' own essence.

1) Major Action +DI (Domain: Mind) Using: Analysis of Mental Encounter, Memory of Mental Incursion into Nifo Toto's thoughts = Develop: Mind Reading

Magnus thinks on the encounter, on the sprawling revelations as mind brushed against mind. Through Magnus' domain, Magnus has talent; but it is raw and unrefined. As a broad concept, through his Domain a mind is a thing that might be read and understood as easy as.... well, anything; as other modes of reading have not yet developed. And for Magnus personally, the reading of a mind will also allow prediction of what other beings might do; and a substantially greater chance of evading those actions that hostile thoughts have planned against Magnus.

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>>5450680
>[MI]: Communicate - the Kingly Being
A third line of thought splinters from the mountainous echo, one that previously sent a message unto the starry being in the south.

A rumbling of the earth, a homage of the Shaker's, is sent, wise as it is to not stray with the other lines.
"Hail- Shepherd of Prosperity- friend- foe- kingdom? Hope- good."

>>5448388
MA DI develop lava weapons.

The shale that witnessed the one sided fight feel a passion to protect their God, feeling such intent The All Warmth calls to them and bestows the means to protect oneself not just harm others. "One can create a weapon that feels as natural as one's flesh" the god says as one again a breath that turns blue and ashen flows forth and a new ability is bestowed to the shale. Whatever weapon they can think of whether it be for fighting or for gathering, they can now use a portion of their lava and harden the surface to create a form perfect to its use before letting it melt and return to them once more.

MA DI develop literature

The shale pleased with the newfound ability begin to chop down trees and strip them of their bark cutting the main trunk and shaving it down to two thin trapezoid wooden plates. They then try writing the same runes on it and find it burns in well when they use their form to shape a small white hot pin of their heat upon the wood. "We can gather these and store them" says a shale with a warm smile on its face. The shale beckon to their God that now is the time for civilization to begin and The All Warmth nods indeed a place to call home is right on the horizon

They look at the bite in their side and chuckle "of course the wild one simply wanted to claim a prize, hopefully it is not put to waste" they finish by closing their eyes and feeling the sun on their form.

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>>5448390
As time crawls forwards, Carn'aath continues his arduous work to please The Great Luminescence. But a change is coming, as he can feel the great power of the light within him beginning to fade. Soon, productivity will diminish, and his divinity will only be great enough to spread so far. If this is so, then he will have to make those doltish vermin more useful.

>Major Action [Develop] [DI]: Tactile Doctrine - As the various classes of Serfs work to breed and assign sacrifices for the beast that walks amongst them, they are struck with fear as the very creation of The Great Luminescence comes face to face with them... Non-violently? The Serfs would drop to their knees and avert their gaze, but something about the Avatar of Light's presence demands their attention. Staring deep into the abyss of endless flesh and eyes, Carn'aath draws a series of sigils and runes in the air in-front of them out of pure light, a display of incomprehensible colors made into intentional shapes with explicit meaning.
These symbols are burned into the minds of the Serfs, as they begin to put rock to rock and scrawl these sigils down. The writings themselves appear infused with color and divinity, as the Serfs find themselves able to organize and perform rituals with these sigils, at the cost of souls, to harness a fraction of The Great Color's divinity.

As the great Champion of Light leaves their presence having deposited this powerful gift upon the Serfs, they are compelled to make a great offering in return.
>The Sacrificial Class sacrifice 5 pop this epoch.

>Major Action [Create Hero Unit] [DI] [1 HP] [4 SP]: THE ARCHITECT - Carn'aath continues to find ways to invest his power into multiplicative means, as from flesh and lost souls he births and cuts off a portion of his own being in the creation of THE ARCHITECT.
Sludging off from the mass of flesh that is Carn'aath, this smaller and more agile appearing child takes its first steps. Its many eyes dart in all directions, curious and antsy to begin building. It is gifted with a specific talent for weaving together complex constructions of flesh and souls. It is durable, fast, creative, albeit not particularly fit to unleash the carnage its father is capable of.

>Unit Action [Carn'aath] [DI] [1 SP] [Sandstone, Dazawk, Serf Bodies]: Wall of Flesh - Carn'aath continues to construct and expand the Wall of Flesh onto the north side of the mesa, completely surrounding the area where the Serfs currently reside.

>>5448397
> God MOVEMENT

Return to the Screaming Prism, our prize has been found.

>Claim (DI) (33,19) (33,20) (33,21)

>Develop (DI) "Harvest Tools"

The Voidspawn will need some assistance to capture their new brethren. Hooks of rusted metal, nets of oil filled copper veins that pulse as if alive, and a few extra slabs of Flesh, for protection ;)

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>5448397
>>5448509

The goddess senses the vile presence of the foul creature-god at her back. She creates a shield of blinding divine light in defence.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5451632
>>5448509
Rolling to break the tie. On a 1 it's a successful attack from Moon-Touched Prey, on a 2 it's a successful defense from Eden.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>5451061
Zebrac cackles, further injury and possible death only moments away as the God of Blades comes swinging down, trying to slice into her now rather than crushing her with his hilt. So rude. She tries to dance around the titanic being, and quickly evade his ... just darling little children.

>>5448388

>MA-DI [Develop] - "Guiding Light" - Building from Empyrean Tongue

No clouds ever cross Silure's domain at night, the stars shine ever so gently on their land bound kin. Their kindness however started to slowly extend to the Beykarres too. Soon the most keen of them started to hear whisper when traveling, susurring directions, leading to easier hidden path. And no Beykarres ever lost their way under the night sky ever again.

>MA-DI [Develop] - The Amphitheater - Using Siren rock and sturdy wood for the structure. Every type of wood we possess as well as mistnettle, Tugai and Spider silk to populate it with instruments.

Hard at work the Beykarres constructed a remarkable structure next to their village. A place of music where sound could resonate and fly high and far. A place where they could reach a higher mastery in hope of reaching the Song. Under the directive of Silure they started to carve instruments to add to their voices, the many different essences of woods they had found to produce as many different nuance of sounds. Soon under the direction of their god they started spinning fine threads to struck or rub, using both plants and animals to do so. Taking from the spiders in the jungles, or even the guts of tugais.

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>>5448449
>>5448397
>[MI] + [DI] [COMMUNICATE]
The skald's words were responded to cheerily by the vibrating crystal. "I'm..." He stalled for another handful of awkward seconds, watching as a massive arm sailed over the two of them, turning to watch it arrive from the north and depart to the south. "I should make friends with him later!" He says with a... Smile? He somehow seemed to be smiling in direct spite of having no mouth and no face. Turning back to the skald, he resumes answering the visitor to his lands: "I named myself Belweir because it sounded cool. I don't know what my nature is; I woke up in the ground a little while ago and I've been floating around and making things ever since then!"

>[MI] + [DI] [SHARE TECH] [SHAPED STONE] [NARDU]
"The thaumites told me that you taught them stuff you learned about the plants," Belweir vibrated with a childlike happiness. "They liked it, and I think that's really fun! I wanna tell you stuff too, like how they've been turning the rocks and crystals here into neat shapes! I think they're figuring out how to do stuff with them, too!"

>[MI] + [DI] [MOVE] [BELWEIR] [22,22]
Belweir's attention was on more than just the conversation, as any god's should be. In the distance to the north he heard his guest's people going about their daily lives. He decided that it would be the next place he would see.

>[MA] + [DI] [DEVELOP] [ARACHNID FRIENDSHIP]
Many different eight-legged creatures of the forest seemed to be drawn to the glow of the floating crystals, and the thaumites were enamored by the way their light glittered off of the many eyes of the thin-legged things. They began to care for the spiders that surrounded them, protecting their webs and creating attractive places for them to call home.

>[MA] + [DI] [CLAIM] [23,22] [24,22]
Further into the lowlands did Belweir's influence spread, changing the northern shore of the river into a glittering landscape of fantastic crystalline structures for several miles.

>>5448397

Eden claims more land to the east
>[MA] [DI]: Claim 25,25 and 25,26

As their mother wages a war above them, her children continue to build and develop. The land their mother has blessed them with is rich and fertile. They transition from hunting and gathering to growing crops and raising animals.
>[Major Action], Develop agriculture in Alexandria

>>5448397
>>5448509

The goddess is angered as this slight against her. She draws on the prayers of her children for strength and once again shines her divine light upon the wretched creatures before her.

>Minor Action [DI], Convert minions using affinity

Rolled 4, 2, 10 = 16 (3d10)

>>5452513

sorry forgot to roll

>>5448449
>>5448397
Eden senses the presence of another god approaching her children from the north. She moves to Alexandria.
>God Unit move from 21,23 to 23,25

Unlike the other being she has come across, she does not sense any hostility from this one but still she is wary. She stands before her children to face this new god and ask its business.

“Who are you and what business have you here?”
>Communicate to Nardu

Rolled 10, 5 = 15 (2d10)

>>5451090
>>5451092
Rolling automatic defense for BDSM's units.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>5451090
>>5452593
Coin flip to break the tie. 1 and The First Rider successfully converts, 2 and Pladoma retains their resolve for now.

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Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d10)

After using her long frilled tongue to lick the blood off of her whip, she tastes it. Its heavenly, indescribable taste that fills every corner of her mouth. And the screams that come from SABASTIOUS that make it all the sweeter. She must have more, SHE WILL HAVE MO-tug. Before She could even take another step, her cord was caught on something from the hole She was violently bashed into. After a few playful tugs to see if it was just on a tig or something, she finally pulls it with all her strength, bursting through a magnificent castle from the one meger hole.
>Major: [Develop] [DI] - PLASURE CAPITAL - A giant fortress made of stone and wood that stabs through the top of the woods akin to a knife.

While the gods continue to fight, something…happens to the trees. Their limbs seem to come together
>Major: [Develop] [DI] - Walls

>God: Attack

>Dominance: Attack

(I’m tired ok, next post will be more details I promise)

Rolled 8, 2 = 10 (2d10)

>>5452711
>>SABASTIOUS THE DEMON HORSE
Too tired to fluff up a whole reply. But glad to see I'm not just sandbaggin' ya.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5452711
>>5452714
Coin flip to break the tie. 1 BDSM's attack succeeds, 2 Sabastious successfully defends.

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WORLD EVENTS
The last breaths of creation fade away for now, and in their wake every god’s power is diminished. Turns of Infinite DI are now over.

GOD ACTIONS
>>5448449 Nardu
The Skaldlings and Biseax make for fast friends, though their shared fleetness of foot and competitive nature has given rise to footraces between mortal and beast all across your territory. Domestication developed.
Your people are overjoyed by the knowledge you’ve imparted on to them, and soon enough you see carriages of…admittedly somewhat shoddier quality cropping up all across the countryside. What they lack in expertise they make up for in enthusiasm, happy to rebuild their roughshod wagons whenever they break down. Wagons developed.
Your new road snakes south, through the territory of your new acquaintance, though it stops short of the river for now. Road constructed.
Shaped Stone shared by Belweir.

>>5448509 Moon-Touched Prey
The imagery you share with your people puts the fear of an ancient god into them, a new wariness now present in their eyes as the stare at the friendly, gleaming meadows and woodlands of Eden in which her foul children frolic. With this, your people surely will not be lured by her false promises. Fear of Man developed.
And yet, it is not enough. Once again, the repugnant life goddess shines her cleansing light upon your newly created Herd, shepherding them to her side as you strike at her in impotent rage, your attacks unfortunately missing their mark this time. 6 population created, and then converted by Eden.

>>5449374 Godech
The obelisk at last crumbles under the weight of your voice, hieroglyphs sparkling one final time before they’re snuffed out…and the entire crumbling structure in engulfed in a nimbus of multicoloured light, the entire desert alight with magical energy as the carefully channeled energies of the obelisk are unleashed in an unstable torrent on the world. Obelisk destroyed, ??? created.
The earth itself rumbles as you bring forth the memories of ancient beings of cycles past, their voices, though much diminished, still echoing with power. Shaker’s Echo developed.
The bounds of their souls loosened, the crawlers quickly grasp a way to convey more complex meanings, their primitive clicks and wriggling bodies now little more then a backdrop for the conversations that occur. Soul Vocal-Emanation developed.

>>5449856 Sheriruth
3 hexes claimed.
Your people revel in their newfound freedom, subpar though their makeshift limbs may be. Rudimentary as they are now, the fact that they have appeared at all is proof enough that their god has not completely abandoned them, and that is enough. Augmentic Bands developed.
You’re able to spirit away a significant number of (temporarily) petrified Tugai, the two gods feuding below you none the wiser. Population of Tugai acquired.

>>5450680 Versdel
2 hexes claimed.
Humble though this new Prosperity may be for the time being, already the spark of greatness lurks within, the potential become a center of commerce the likes of which has not been seen on this world in eons. Prosperity constructed.

>>5450689 Steel-Weaver
4 hexes claimed.
The EBWOs are amazed by the technological marvel with which you present them, even if they have no idea what it is. After several attempted lessons, they finally catch on, using the complex machinery with surprising dexterity, even if they’re still not quite sure how it actually works. Spinning Wheel developed.
Language shared by Nil.

>>5450719 Nil
3 hexes claimed.
Though the absence of their god still troubles your people, their fears are at least somewhat assuaged by the actors who step forth in this time of spiritual crisis, their performances both serving as repentance for the perceived slight against their god and a stand-in for their god’s comforting presence. Cultural Ritual developed.
Weaving shared by Steel-Weaver.
You, unfortunately, are privy to none of this. Try as you might, you cannot lift yourself from the bounds of this strange exhaustion despite the part of your mind that cries out in alarm, drifting off into a quiet, restless sleep. You dream only of a great, yawning mouth, crunching away at your flesh, bones and marrow as you lay helplessly paralyzed, unable to even cry out as you’re slowly devoured.
>1 HP lost; Agility reduced to 0 for this turn. Make another Fortitude roll.

>>5451060 Nifo Toto
4 hexes claimed.
Despite the migraine that still pounds at your skull, you are able to tear a chunk of metallic flesh from the robotic god, though you retch at the foul taste, completely lacking in the satisfying coppery tinge of blood. Bah!

>>5451061 Ardonash
You pursue the she-beast, and are satisfied to feel your blade bite into barb wire and flesh, to hear her cry out in pain as her ichor stains the earth.
Your people, meanwhile, look on in awe, and in their eyes something stirs, beyond mere reverence or worship: The spark of true fanaticism. Zealotry developed.
This newfound inspiration quickly bears fruit, a new weapon, unfortunately not a sword but with a fine cutting edge nevertheless, emerging from the ingenuity of the Cut-spawned and quickly finding itself put to use in the hunting of game. Javelins developed.

>>5451090 Sabastious
2 hexes claimed
At last, this time, when the First Rider demands subservience to the DEMON HORSE, Pladoma answers, not with defiance, but with compliance, bending the knee to his new master. Pladoma successfully converted.
His true target already bending the knee, Sabastious turns with contemptuous eyes towards the soldiers who served the unpleasant goddess. If they did not submit as their better had, then they would die here. At the silence of their master and the surrender of their champion, the soldiers at last acquiesce, joining the Mohawkers in their worship to the DEMON HORSE. Subodomon Soldiers converted.
Your foes subverted, you depart, new servants in toe and hellfire mane flickering along behind you, a threat to all who would pursue. MANES OF FLAME developed.

>>5451093 Magnus
2 hexes claimed.
Though you lack another similarly advanced mind upon which to test it, you believe that the mental technique you have honed after your experiences with the savage shark deity will bear fruit soon enough. It is a good way to distract yourself from the damage to your epidermis that the beast’s jaws inflicted, in any case. Mind Reading developed, -1 HP.

>>5451339 The All Warmth
As fun as breathing fire is, the flexibility of it is nothing compared to the new ability bestowed upon the Shale by their volcanic god’s breath. Already some Shale have struck out, seeking a target upon which to test their improvised tools. Lava Weapons developed.
Many put their new tools to work felling what sparse trees can be found in these lands, so they may strip them of their bark and add their own contribution to the growing list of literary works the shale have begun to develop. Though these concerningly flammable stories must be handled with care, many have begun to consult them, so that they might draw on the wisdom of their fellows where their own falls short. Literature developed.

>>5451352 Carn’aath
The serfs begin to cautiously make use of this colourful symbology, performing rituals and sacrifices so they might bring themselves ever close to the Light, though they remain ever fearful that their transgressions might eventually draw The Great Color’s ire. Tactile Doctrine developed.
The newly born abomination is ready to begin its work, its devotion to The Greatness Above as unwavering as its father’s. The Architect created.

>>5451608 Zebrac
3 hexes claimed.
Your Voidspawn, clad once again in the tools of their trade, are now ready to “invite” some guests back to your humble establishment. Harvest Tools developed.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately in this case, the object of your obsession pursues you of its own volition, the edge of its blade now biting into your flesh instead of the blunt force of its handle. -1 HP.

>>5452295 Silure
Your distant brethren shine kindly on your people, their gentle whispers leading them to that which would never would never see and protecting them from dangers they will never know. Guiding Light developed.
Soon enough a great, soaring amphitheatre is constructed, stocked with all manner of primitive, but expertly crafted, musical instruments. Now, it only awaits a performance. Amphitheatre constructed.

>>5452324 Belweir
2 hexes claimed.
In short order your Thaumites begin to make use of their eight-legged compatriots’ beautiful webs, stringing great, glimmering tapestries between hovering crystals at just the right angle to catch the light, and finding well-shaded corners in which their little friends can weave in peace. Arachnid Friendship developed.
Medicinal Agriculture shared by Nardu.

>>5452373 Eden
2 hexes claimed.
In the abundance with which their mother has surrounded them, it is only natural that Eden’s children begin to lay down roots, abandoning the hunting of wildlife in exchange for the harvesting of crops. Agriculture developed.
Once again you thwart the perversion of nature’s efforts, cleansing his servants of his foul taint and bringing them into your infinitely merciful embrace. 6 population converted.

>>5452711 B.D.S.M
Pleasure Capital constructed.
Walls constructed.
You can only growl in frustration as the hellsteed gallops out of your whip’s reach, carrying your soldiers and former champion away with him.

Thalak
Turn missed. 2 MA saved.

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>>5448395
>[MA] + [DI] - Create Unit: SUN CLERIC

On a cool evening a lone Cahoot awakens from a whole day cycle of spiritual tanning, an idea thought out from this sole devoted follower. Why not bask upon the rays of light of what Thalak claims is one of his reasons of existence, was the Cahoot's initial thoughts. This was something Thalak was very pleased with, taking in every inch of its gift was not only admirable but an example of what others should do. Without hesitation He Who Shines took the dazed Cahoot into all of his hands, enveloping him gently to not let the dark pierce his body until the next day cycle pierces the sky. The lone Cahoot awakens at the same spot on the previous day cycle, but this time he promptly notices changes from within and out. He feels as if his whole body has a constant and comfortable warmth brewing within him, but once he looks into the reflection of himself from the ocean, he sees a sheer increase of his size that forces him to be in all fours. What seems like scars around his body look like the waves of the sun. While still trying to wrap his head around this, his mind is visited by Thalak's voice.
"You have proved yourself, now you must share it with all."


>[MA] + [DI] - Develop: Light Cauldron
Thalak begins to think of ways he might be able to create or perhaps manipulate what he see fit in an easier way, adding the property of his domain; the Sun/Day. He motions the ground to open and creates a smooth bowl. Then he weaves threads of light until the pool is filled to the top. Before it is filled and a decent amount was already placed in, one can see the threads of light beginning to move as if it was liquid.

>>5452721

Sheriruth has the Tugai, the world is in balance.

The hand flies off back the way he came to 23, 23.

MA + DI + Augmetic Bands: Belligerent Limbs (Martial art)

The zenith of martial arts, the forms of this style are divinely inspired by the god of extremities.
Fancy footwork, chops and tosses, murderous strikes and impervious guards and rending slashes, knowledge of this dead art flashes like static in the minds of the Damm’ta.

This art demands everything of the users body and may quite literally tear it apart if not strong enough, requiring truly mighty limbs to make the most out of it.

It descends upon them like a flood, animating their scrap limbs in recreation of the new memories. Some break entirely, others are damaged, and then it stops, the Damm’ta able to return to what fleeting rest they may obtain.

As day breaks, all remember parts, flashes of what happened, and together begin to reconstruct the full breadth of the primeval martial art.

(Martial art military tech which scales based off of the quality of limbs the Damm’ta have using the Augmetic bands tech)

MA + Wood + Clay + Dorsal reaches: Village of Iweleth

Situated at the bottom of the great mountain range that once hosted the rebel stronghold, Iweleth is an assortment of shanty structures cradled around a grand assortment of limbs which extend all around distributing resources, acting as supports and walls for some buildings and holding up the new capital building in their palms.

>>5452722

>Major action (DI) Claim hexes 18-7 through 18-10
Looking to the far horizon, the steel weaver identifies a source of fresh water, a highly desirable resource. After a moment of consideration, the amnesiac automaton decides to experiment a bit. Pulling data from all sensors new and old, it guides the process from a stationary position, feeling out the limits of this ability... And finding them to be generous indeed.

>Move to 11-9
The thought occurs to try and build a settlement on the shores of the lake. However, a quick review suggests that the population of EBWOs is currently too low to staff and maintain a third base of operations. The Steel Weaver thus returns to Southridge, mulling on this problem.

>Major Action: Develop Foraging
Unbeknownst to the metallic arachnid, the industrious EBWOs are already cracking away at this problem, their newfound communication skills allowing them to organize efforts to gather food, as well as cross-reference the outcomes of past expeditions to bolster the odds of future ones being successful.

>Minor Action: Share Foraging with Nil

A new adventure. A new story. Nardu watched for sometime from within Eden's lands, seeing their clash with the Moon-touched Prey. He felt no desire to intervene. To change their story. But his eyes looked to Eden's supplicants. The innocent, those who would be directly affected by this history. He reached into the earth around them, and offered them the knowledge of how to use the medicinal herbs of their homeland.

>Minor Action [Share tech], Medicinal Agriculture.

Leaving Eden's wing of the continent with a wave, Nardu began a new journey across the ocean. His bandages acted as a glider, floating across the river on warmer winds, to the swamps and forests to Belweir's west.

>God Unit Move to 19,24.

Nardu desired more land for his people. The Skaldlings were trapped within their plains and mountains. They needed herbs. They needed wood. Materials for new homes. He built new trailheads, new clearings. Regions to work and live within. He took wary glances at Sabastious, the soft smile of his mask eminating warmth

>Major Action, Claim [DI], 19,24 and 19,23

The Skaldlings had been busy in the meantime. Learning to build, learning to grow. They would build humble works from this point on.

>Major Action, Create Unit (Builder)

>>5453624

Used Technologies: Wagons, Road Infrastructure, Stone-Shaping

Should've specified. Only putting one little guy into this.

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Having been left unattended by mortals for several epochs, the swamps begin to evolve further. The air comes alive with crackling static when the sun sets, and an ominous presence can be felt overseeing the large expanse of land. The trees and shrubs continue their transformation, taking on a silvery hue and developing spiralling leaves that clamour to reach the sky. The bubbles and blisters that line the ancient trunks begin to pulsate, several even opening up to reveal milky eyeballs. The alien influence on the world becomes all the more obvious as time passes. Wild animals living there develop the instincts needed to navigate this changing environment. It's almost as though the land talks to them, giving them an uncanny sixth sense and knowledge of the woods. Paths open up for them, and the beasts of the land feel at home despite the rapid transformation.

>Major action [Domain- Perversion of Nature]- Develop Whispering Woods. The tainted lands of the Moon-Touched Prey continue to be terraformed, with its growth set in motion by the Aberrant Biosphere. The ground itself speaks to its faithful, guiding them through it and dredging up ancient secrets of the earth to share with them. It creates a bond with those who would receive its protection, attuning them to the otherworldly environment. (Culture)

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>>5452721

>God Unit Move - 22,7 to 19,5
The remnants of his headache a distant memory, Nifo Toto makes his way back to Loto Mu, sinking into the warm waters of his believers home. He ponders the chunk of... rock(?) that he bit off the Magnus thing, eyes gleaming in the flickering light of the deep-sea vent.

>Action 1 - Develop Primitive Weapons
Up above, the Auvau have been enjoying their lifestyle immensely! Restful nights spent soaking in the bubbling waters leads to well-rested hunters venturing out onto the ice, looking for the tell-tale mark of Blood Barlow growing on the ice. Nearly indistinguishable from ordinary Barlow, it drives the Woradine who feed on it into a frenzy, being chased from their herds when they turn on their peers in their rage! Alone, they become easy prey for the Auvau, who relish in prey who actually fights back instead of fleeing!

Still, the constant waging of war on the wildlife takes its toll, and smaller, weaker Auvau often go hungry. Roaming farther and farther, they come across... something? Strange growths, like dead corral, stretch to the sky, eerily lifeless. Still, the will of Nifo Toto extends to even this strange place, and so this realm belongs to the Auvau! They venture inside, and find that the rock-like growths splinter wonderfully when broken! So sharp! Like teeth!
...
Perhaps these can be used to make up for their own lacking strength?

>Action 2 [DI] - Create Magnum Spear
It's a scraping sound that wakes Nifo Toto, echoing through the pool he rests in from up above. He rises to the surface, finding the Auvau doing some very STRANGE things. Why are they grinding rocks against the ground? They look like teeth, all sharp and pointy, but what's the point? (hehe)
Long spears of Deadwood are made, sharpened stones tied to the tip to make a deadly weapon. With these, the hunt resumes, and more and more meat starts to flow back into Loto Mu.
Wordlessly, Nifo Toto rises from the depths, Magnus' flesh clutched in his hands. He snatches up a Deadwood tree, setting it aside for his own use, before joining his people on the ice. The flesh is hard, much harder than the stone he grinds it against, but he words anyway, infusing the flesh with his own will, giving it the desire to hunt, to pierce skin and flesh, to soak in the wonderful blood of a slain beast.
Slowly, even as the rock is gouged into a great furrow, the metal begins to form a point...

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>>5452723

Gifted with visions of color and light, The Serfs must use these new gifts to enhance their safety, but such cannot be done without sacrifice.

>The Sacrificial Class sacrifice 3 pop this epoch

>Develop Settlement on (27,17) [MA] [Tactile Doctrine] [2 SP]: The Soul Well - As society develops to become structured through their classism, the necessity for a structured home becomes greater. Although their mesa is now surrounded in a protective flesh prison, the paranoia of The Serfs is ever growing. Rough homes are formed around a new centerpiece of the mesa, as gifted Serfs inscribe a sandstone brick well with colorful sigils and runes. Their writings shall offer divine intervention in their time of need, a spell of enhanced protection when their home is under attack, albeit at the cost of souls that are cast into the well...

With The ARCHITECT by Carn'aath's side, the two share a mutual unspoken understanding of the steps they must take to appease The Great Color. In doing so, they turn their many eyes towards the growing border on the southern side. Perhaps it is time to meet these soon-to-be neighbors.

>Unit Move [THE ARCHITECT]: Climb onto Carn'aath

>Unit Move [Carn'aath]: Move to (25,19)

>Claim [MA] [DI]: Carn'aath spreads his influence to the stone deserts and savannas of (24,19) and (25,19).
The Champion of Light stares off into the mountains to his south, observing the sundered land and its many limbs that reach out from the very earth. For the first time in many epochs, Carn'aath begins to grow curious, pondering the nature of such a divinity. From there, he can sense the presence of a distance God who's affinity matches that of these odd lands, and thus he shall wait.

>Unit Move [THE ARCHITECT]: Dismount and move to (24,19), perform Unit Interact, and then move back to join Carn'aath on (25,19) and finish rest of Unit Interact.

>Unit Interact [THE ARCHITECT] [1 SP] [Sandstone, Animals, Serf Bodies]: Wall of Flesh - Much to the likeness of his father's creations, THE ARCHITECT will birth a new Wall of Flesh on the new southern border. He shall built it as far as he may, from the southern edge of (24,19) and follow the border towards the mountains.

>>5452721
>1)Major Action: Develop: Language
As time has passed, the Filovora have started to develop their own method of communication when not in sufficient range to directly pass knowledge through touch. The hiss of metallic filings sliding too and fro makes up the majority of these sounds, with some heavier impact-noises caused by their internal rearrangements and static-buzzes rounding out the remainder of their vocabulary.


>2)Major Action + DI (Domain: Magnetism): >Develop - Magnetism
>Using: Domain (Magnetism), Ability: Syrconite Magnetism, Technology: Magnetoform Reshaping, Unit: Magnus

Rested and mentally recuperated, a call of the mind of Magnus summons the Filovora to his side. Magnus has much to share with them; the 'how' they may already know through their daily lives and personal field-manipulations to control their own bodies, but now Magnus has the 'why' to talk about - Magnus' own knowledge of the force evident through his own domain's dominion. And Magnus demonstrates the principles of his mastery of Magnetism through use of Filovora volunteers and Magnus' own wounded self, detaching small parts from Magnus' own regenerating form to demonstrate key points before returning them to Magnus' divinity, letting the Filovora demonstrate their understanding by use of the component parts of their own bodies; allowing his people to learn of the fundamental force that already forms the basis of so much of their own biology and society.

>God Unit: Magnus - Move to (20,10)
Magnus' lessons concluded, Magnus rises up once more. There is more on this world to investigate then just biting sharks.

>>5452554
(Shit, I didn't see this. Insert this before my turn ends.)

>MI Communicate
"I could ask you much the same. Nardu, the God of Stories. The God of Travel and Tree. Magic and Mystery. I bring good tidings, and friendship. My kind home Lay across the sea. If ever this conflict becomes too much for your lands, you are welcome within my own."

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>>5453708

Over and over, its kin have been snatched away from it. The Moon-Touched Prey wanders through the empty woods, listening to the sound of branches and boughs warping around it. It feels itself waning, with none left for it to protect. During its travels, its heavy steps disturb a flock of moths in the fringes of the forest. The insects flutter upwards into the night sky, their silhouettes emblazoned against the stars for a brief instant. Its empty sockets seem to regard them for a moment. It feels a distinct tug from the source of its divine spark, guiding it to act. Thus far, it has opted not to march out of the woods and crush the folk who live there. But blind rage has gotten it nowhere. It cannot spend the rest of eternity trying to run down its enemy by itself. The wicked moon chastises it for its stubbornness. It is no more mere beast. It is a God. And it has more options at its disposal than that. It will have to carry out the will of its master and twist the world into something befitting it, lest it lose the favour of the entity.

Recalling the plight that spawned it in the first place, the Prey's mind is filled with thoughts of maggots burrowing through flesh. Eggs were laid in its decomposing body as it lay there in the dirt. It recalls the terrifying botflies that infested its fellows out in the wilderness, rotting their bodies from the inside out. It never felt the agony of such a thing itself, but knows all too well what they can inflict. The sigil flares to life above its head, sweeping in an arc and severing its head from its body.

Tar-like ichor flows from the stump of its neck, infecting the earth around it and seeping deep into the soil. It spreads out across its territory in the blink of an eye, corrupting the moon-chasing moths and twisting them for its dark purposes. Their life cycle is irreversibly changed, and their silk-producing bodies become something wicked and warped. As parasites, their larvae infest the bodies of man, eating away at the soft tissue of their brains and bringing about its decline. On nights of the full moon, they flap their wings and release innumerable eggs amidst their scales, that are inhaled by the primitive folk of the forests. Thus begins a great pestilence, meant to bring them to their knees. Its severed head reaches out with cords of blackened muscle, reattaching itself to its corpse once the blood has been spilt.

The beast moves on.

>Major action [DI] [Domain- Perversion of Nature, Moon]- Craft the Lunarticks. These creatures crossbreed with Kholimoth, rapidly replacing their population with ones altered by exposure to the eldritch presence. Their eggs infest sapient beings, gradually driving them insane before bursting out of their skulls to continue the cycle.

>Minor action- Have these creations fly into Eden's lands to give rise to a parasitic epidemic.

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>>5452762
>[MA] - Develop [Woodmaking] Siren's Rock+Silvercry Wood/Shorebell Wood
A Cahoot by the name of Fatu found a Siren's Rock deep in the ocean during one of his foraging adventures. Once he returned to the surface he began to inspect it and accidently pricked himself on one of his fingers. With the drawing of blood he originally was shocked, but then thought of ways he can use this sharp object. He began to experiment and soon after realized the wonders of carving into wood and chipping into another Siren's Rock. After showing the discovery to his kin, they all began to search for more Siren's Rock so they can do the same.

>[MA] - Settlement, Village+ [9,22] Woodworking+Swamp Rope/Mistnettle+Siren's Rock+Silver Sap
Fatu was beginning to become a well known innovator among his people after he was one of the first to build a home for himself with the use of the Siren Rock to carve thick sheets of wood with the combination of holes on the sheets of wood for the vines and Silver Sap to help connects the sheets of wood. A large gathering of Siren's rock plus Silver Sap are placed around the wood that meets the ground so it can become the foundation that makes the home sturdy.

>[MI] Wooden Masks
Other Cahoots began to carve crude wooden masks of different imaginative figures, but mainly that of the sun and their own god. They used it whenever the sun began to rise and mimicked what their god did in the first day which was rise, in their best effort they just jumped in place as high as they could for sometime while the sun was rising. Some began to use it whenever they brought Thalak their offerings of the day which Thalak laughed with amusement, praising their efforts and discoveries.

>[MI] Fatu Blessing
Thalak noticed Fatu's great mind and inventions, he was pleased to see his people grow and learn. With his booming voice that spread throughout the island, Thalak summoned Fatu to an isolated part of the jungle.
"You give me pride of your accomplishments little one, a sole example of what my creations can achieve in due time. With that said you will rise again with the mark of my blessing, showing the others you have proven yourself to me."
The brilliant Cahoot stares in awe while his god speaks then suddenly with one fell swoop is driven below the ground without any harm. After minutes of digging himself out, Fatu finally breaks out with a loud gasp of air he takes moments before realizing his skin color has changed into yellow. With a cheerful laugh, Thalak waves him away.

>>5452722
>keep fucking chasing the bastard
Ardonash’s blade swings and swings as it uses all of its power to repeatedly fall onto the accursed creature- bloodlust grips it, the Wanting Blade living up to its name in its near-obsessive desire for wounds and pain.
Perhaps it is not so different from its prey after all…

>[DI] harvest the blood of Zebrac
The cut-spawned feel the great blade’s burning hatred and smoldering will, and deep in their souls they feel his command.
They harvest the blood of the cowardly beast in crude and primitive buckets made from the skulls of great beasts and what little wood grows in their barren mountains

>Begin digging a deep deep hole
The same impulse compels the cut-spawned to dig, dig, dig, far below the places where even the sun dares not reach- they have long dwelt in such unhallowed places, and their zealotry and fear drives them forward with a shaky sort of excitement: for this is Ardonash's will, and it's desires cut as deeply as it's edge

>God Unit Interact - Totally serious action
Ardonash takes a moment to praise the almight Frakt.

>>5451184
>Communicate: The mountain god echoed his words back at him. It seemed friendly, though less clearly than the wandering stars. "Indeed, there is much hope! Soon I will reclaim that which always should have been, and the world shall rejoice." The statue looks around. "You have noticed this as well, yes? That the world is damaged. The lands to our south are scarred, the forest's life pulled inexorably west to some unknown end far across the sea. Much has changed in my sleep, I feel. An ill portent, but Prosperity will grow all the same."

>>5452721
>MA+DI: Develop Pottery using Commerce Domain + Clay
While their god spoke with his neighbors, the Preservers put the finishing touches on Prosperity. It was barely above subsistence living, but it was something. The desert made this far harder, giving very little in terms of edible substances. As such, preservation of what was took precedence. A few enterprising Preservers, spurred on by a fleeting nostalgia they did not fully grasp, began baking clay using a mix of sun and dead wood fires to put together simple jars for storage. This was a useful proof of concept for what was to come.

>MA: Develop Visions of Prosperity (Cultural Ritual)
The Preservers found themselves feeling this strange nostalgia time and again. Eventually, they came to understand that residing in Versdel's lands enabled one to occasionally grasp visions of The Kingdom That Was And Will Be. The scenes of bliss and multitudes are ever fleeting, and maddeningly vague. This strengthened the resolve of this burgeoning cult to draw forth these concepts into reality.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>5451090
>>5452723
>>SABASTIOUS THE DEMON HORSE

>Major: [Develop] - Hellfire Archery - The use of bows on horseback comes naturally to the Mohawkers, even more so after forming Pacts with their peers enabling smoother riding than otherwise possible in such early times. While the mobility and range superiority of mounted archers is wonderful indeed, some of the more aggressive Mohawkers strive for more in pursuit of power. Abusing their immunity to the flaming coursing along their mounts, they can easily light arrows with hellfire for both awe and damaging effect. Grant additional fire/hellfire damage compared to conventional arrows.
Using: DEMONIC PACTS, MANES OF FLAME, wood, fibers, rocks
>Major: [Create Settlement] - The Ramperdam WarBand - on <15,24>. Using Mohawker Minion Ability to become a mobile settlement.

As their god sets out for battle once more, the Mohawkers rally themselves. It is about time they proved themselves worthy of the dominance they claimed over the world around them, of the respect they desired from Him.
In equal parts civil and militarily, they work. Fashioning new weapons of war while erecting a warcamp from which they may set out in any direction they choose. The Hellfire arrows they practice with leave scorching marks in the ground and start small forest fires as they practice lighting an arrow before drawing and releasing it. All in one swift motion. It is as much an art form and skill as it is a weapon, something of surprising dexterity and gracefulness not usually thought of when spying a burly mohawker. Perhaps it is the additional pyrotechnics and pyrophilia that drives them to hone such techniques beyond simple archery.
The Ramperdam Warband meanwhile is erected in the swamps of where they have migrated to. Mainly of lean-tos, and mats of dry bedding beside their pact-bound DEMON HORSE. It is not living for the faint of heart, but it is a home all the same.

SABASTIOUS, meanwhile, gives a snort in derision as he and the hounds of hell swarm around him, bringing back his army to the newly formed gates of his adversary. The goddess of Bondage seeks to enclose herself now, thinking such trivial defenses will stop Him. Were he any other god, perhaps they would be enough to postpone his charge for another epoch. Perhaps they could buy her precious time she needed to recoup her losses and devise a new plan.
Unfortunately for her, he is not any normal god, and with the ground sundering under his hooves, the DEMON HORSE leaps over the final barrier between him and his prey.
>Unit Move [God Unit] + everyone riding - Move everyone back to hex <17,19>, using up 5 of 6 agility to travel the hexes, and final additional agility to bypass the walls.
>Unit Action [Subdomon Soldiers] - Use Minion Ability「Boundless Bondage」to try and bind the god of BDSM where she stands. Or at least trip her up.
>Unit Action [THE FIRST RIDER] - Try and Convert BDSM's minions with a culture check.