Turn 4: FoodGlio awoke, looking out over the world. It was horrible. War, depression, starvation, ennui, and low enough population densities that plagues were impossible. It was a bad climate for all creatures, greatest to smallest. Glio couldn't let himself do nothing!
So he made something: Food. Food, and with it, faith.
The food came in the form of mangy little rats, with tumors obvious on them. When someone first saw them, Glio comforted them, for the rats and the tumors were what would sustain them and empower them, let them last through this time of hunger and pain.
Create Gliosbread, a parasite that creates tumors, and distribute it among rats, where it will spread. These tumors are most obvious in small animals such as rats, but survive in larger creatures as well. Gliosbread can only be transmitted by eating (the tumors are very, very nutritious) or, in smaller hosts, rubbing against the tumors caused by it. Those infected by Gliosbread develop these tumors, and discover that the tumors cause them to need much less food and feel less pain. The tumors also allow Glio to contact those near Gliosbread telepathically.
Assuming that this works, watch as Gliosbread spreads through the world via rats and use the telepathic contact to soothe those who see it that the tumors are a gift from Glio.
You discover that:
-There are no rats. There's actually very little life anywhere; no bugs, no moss, no fish, really nothing at all that hasn't been explicitly created by a god. Pretty much just those starving sapients, a few types of plants, and a smattering of similarly starving animals.
-You cannot create things "throughout these creatures," as that would be too broad (and in this case, disconnected) an area. You'd have to either create them in a singular region and then hope they spread, or create them in one region and then spread them manually.
-You can use telepathic communication to try to soothe creatures as a free action, but it would be no different than talking to them. To put any form of magical or authoritative push to such soothing would require an action.
((I actually don't mind the strange trees. Not what I was going for, but hell, here we go. Mind says that if next result is low or 1, then I shouldn't Xanatos the next one, if it's high, prepare for a 3 afterwards.))
Bodark, in his last moments of creating the vine, looked away at the starvation and decay of the world. It was enough to completely malform his original intention, but he did not care. Rather, Bodark set forth yet again to work with plants, this time in a truly helpful intent...
Create the Caecil Fruit Tree in Mountain Range
The Caecil Fruit Tree is a large, fruit-bearing tree with thin, hanging branches. It's fruit are large enough for smaller creatures to have trouble carrying them, but small enough for most humanoids to easily carry a couple around. The tree grows massively tall, and reproduces more like a mushroom than a tree- the tip of the tree erupts in spores that can reach across massive distances, the spores taking root and producing fruit at a very fast rate. The spores themselves are nutritious enough to be eaten, but taste bitter.
The fruit produced by the Caecil Fruit Tree have thick but easily torn rinds of a bright red-orange color. Inside the rind, a bountiful amount of soft, sweet flesh in a yellowy color can be found, containing no seeds but rather the very essence of life. Any and all creatures can absorb energy from the fruit, be they herbivore, omnivore, carnivore, or some other strange classification. Most creatures will be full after eating a single fruit, larger ones requiring maybe two, but it is never a problem- hundreds of Caecil Fruit grow on the tree, weighing down the thin branches as they ripen, allowing easy access by any creature. When a branch is empty, it is freed of it's heavy load and swings back up to catch as much sunlight as possible to produce more fruit.
Bodark faced Eleri, his white mask showing no emotion, the rippling of his cloak slight and almost impossible to detect.
They need food. Plants. Meat. I will try and create something that most creatures can consume, and then, we can create creatures to sustain those more powerful than they... We need plants to nourish, and animals to be preyed upon. Eventually, we will create those who hunt the hunters...
Bodark then turned again, to face the world. He spoke with the Sionnach.
I know I am not your creator, but I have a request. I am the god of living beings, and I wish you to embark on a journey that will bring you great successes. I need you to find that which is valuable... Food, technology, fine materials... and I need you to begin a cycle of trade. Find and use what is given to you, what is given to the world, and share it. If you can do this, the world's path to ruin and decay will end and a new dawn shall rise. I can create life. I cannot make it successful alone.
(( As much as the free action will allow, suggest to the Sionnach that gathering stuff up and selling it is the best idea ever and it's totally not a pyramid scheme.))
[3] You create Caecil Fruit Trees, but they only bear fruit when producing spores, using the lever action of the dropped fruit to help catapult them far and wide. The rapid production of spores and fruit causes many specimens to burn themselves out and die after only a harvest or two of each. Partially because of this, they are quite rare.
The Sionnach are a bit busy panicking over food to worry about trading with each other or sapients they don't know exist.
(( guys I'm going to connect all the regions then stuff can spread and we can get more of a Eco system, please could I have some help ))
create region KeyGateway
As N'kari looked around at the scattered regions with no purpose or supporting much life she decided it was time to bring all the lands together and tie them through a gateway region which others can also inhabit.
The KeyGateway is connected to all current regions and is a mixture of large flowing planes and mountain sides and lush roams of fresh water. Like a parasite when a new region is created the KeyGateway will attach it self and merge with the new region.
whisper into the mind of one of the Sionnach reveal to them true pleasures of the world, get him to start a following of pain, pleasure and lust if they accept mark him with a colour flowing pentagram
[3] You create a mishmashed, garish mountain filled and surrounded by valleys and streams, connected to all current regions. You fail to make it magically able to connect with other regions as they come into existence, however.
You find you can't convert and mark a follower as a free action.
GSES creates a region in the shape of a giant cube. The inside of the cube is filled with countless little gears, springs, etc. that power a giant life support system for various rooms inside of the cube, and provide every other luxury one could think of. The only entrance to the cube is through a small door in the top. The life support systems and the single door can be controlled through various "terminals" located throughout the structure. There is also a single "master" room, from which the layout of the entire region and the size of the region itself can be changed with appropriate authorizations.
[6] You create a mechanical cube the size of a massive building that responds to the commands of whoever is in the center room. Unfortunately the commands are powerful and basic in the extreme, requiring manual placement and movement instructions for each and every little spring and cog. This make shaping the cube to your whims somewhat more impossibly difficult than necessary, albeit limitlessly flexible if one could master the system.
Althaine considered the other goddess' proposal for a while in silence. In the end, she shook her head and spoke sadly.
'I am honoured to call you sister, Eleri, but I cannot aid you. Winter is the domain of death and stillness, not the growth you speak of. More than that, I have work to do.'
Althaine looked over the world. She had been neglecting her duty for too long.[/i]
Althaine creates a Dimension: the Garden of the Dead. It is a vast garden of ice sculptures around a fortress of black ice, each sculpture the soul of a dead being. In the Garden, there is stillness and void, eternal, the sky a starless black pressing down on you like a funeral shroud, the air freezing cold, painful to breathe, silence forever reigning. Althaine resides in the Fortress of Silence in the heart of the realm.
The dead will begin to be pulled to the dimension.
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((Stupid Wolves, eat the Volgorde, not eachother!))
[5] You create the Garden of the dead, a perfectly still, frozen void where the dead are drawn to wander. You find that you cannot create your palace, or indeed the area around your palace, in the same stroke, however.
Lawydia spied N'kari, weaving the KeyGateway, and spoke curtly "A favor asked, a favor due."
Attempt to add positive modifiers to N'kari's roll.
((I would laugh if I flub this one...))
((Oops. Didn't notice/remember this until it was too late. Changing to "make it more like it's supposed to be" I guess?))
[2] You mold the valleys of the Key Gateway to form roadlike passages.
Unfortunately they don't actually go anywhere, so that's not especially helpful in terms of getting from one region to another.
((Welp. I can't get more descriptive than this.))
And then she was alone.
Create Mundane, edible and nutritious Fauna @ Whispering Forest. If possible, add in bacteria. The non-pathogenic kind.
The other gods, as well as that strange creature were working their own makes. Bodark was, at least, interested in the same goal Eleri had. The world was distinct; the number of sapients, flora and fauna could be easily ticked off a list in a spreadsheet.
There needed to be biodiversity. But how would this be accomplished...
((I believe Irony would squee at the possibilities. 
))
[6] You create giant shaggy, vaguely pig-like things, with brown fur, blunt snouts, and fat tusks. They're very tasty, but obviously a bit hard to bring down.
In Althaine's mountain range, the scramble is on to control the lifegiving Caecil Fruit Trees.
Yarostrogs: [3]
Rock Dragons: [4]
Volgorde: [3]
Great Wolves: [3]
The rock dragons, being able to properly fly, are the most successful at this, being able to get in and out without excessive mauling by rivals, and more importantly able to find fruiting trees easier from the air. The other inhabitants manage to struggle on clinging to these seasonal oases of food, but not well.
[1] Unable to bring down Nameless Fauna to eat, the Sionnach instead devolve into rank cannibalism and marauding, tearing each other apart for whatever they can scavenge.
Pale Moon Flower starts growing in the mountain range.
The elves continue semi-starving, living miserable existences sucking the life out of the land. The nightmare birds continue eating delightful whim seeds, doing alright if a bit sparse.
GSES and Glio feel themselves fading. Eumilia and The Grim One arise in their stead.
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