Turn 16: Unexpected"Oh, right! The Golden Emperor! I do believe I can help him out with something."
Using flows of water, coordinate the varied songs of the marine life into a unified watery symphony that may take on a life of its own!
[4] You coordinate the life on the onion planet into a glorious symphony.
[1] "Dreadful, dreadful! Simply won't do, slaughter them all," the Golden Emperor says, waving a hand at you while looking disdainfully in another direction.
Time to get cracking.
Make a new planet that quickly shifts it's shape and environment every three of it's years, roughly equivalent to twenty of our Aspect minutes. To make it more entertaining, toss in some humanoid lifeforms that struggle to adapt to the changes, to the point of only just managing to adapt right before it switches. Make them move and grow at the appropriate rate for their three years, which would be roguhly the same amount as three Earth years - whatever that is. As an added bonus, give them conflicting and ridiculous beliefs on the proper types of headwear, guaranteeing them that it's so important that they have to go to war over it to further ensure they won't be able to use resources working to create stable, artificial environments to live in. Make their leaders dwarves raving lunatics and call it a day.
[3] You create a freefloating moon of stretchy, shifting flesh, complete with moaning mouths and eyes.
((Firak has no qualms about that kind of "play."))
Firak cuddles back and just goes along with whatever Odura has in mind
[4][6] Odura whelps Sharkon, wolf-god of primeval life. He looks enormous and ancient, as if composed of twisting branches, clinging moss, and cracked stone.
[6] Sharkon howls mammoth trees into existence, but they come out looking more like skyscrapers than trees.
"Do not fear me, my children. I am your Father, and I shall protect you. In fact, I will grab you the ability to explore more of this universe."
Make paths/tunnels of wind and gas between the Gassian planet (which I will call Burrito) and the ship. Encourage the Gassians to explore.
[2] You scatter gasses between the two.
"Oh deary me, these little ones are just adorable. Hey, golden whatever, you should watch these delightful little creatures if you want to be entertained."
Tell the golden emperor that these slimes are rather entertaining. Keep observing the slimes for a little while, then inspect the rest of the ship they are on
[4] "Oh, so they are! Arm them."
[1] They're clearly engaged in a complex series of calculations, and not the aimless hopping of wild animals, as you had originally assumed.
[6] Fascinating. You're not sure what the underside is made of, exactly. Not quite metal, not exactly normal stone, though you think it's probably stone of some variety. Spiral patterns in it; this is very nice craftsmanship.
Create a moon made out of solid gold for the layer cake planet.
[2] Lumpy pyrite moon is go.
[1-1] The polar bear's hat sprouts legs, as the crab's attempts to free itself go ever further awry.
Four entities appear from the void, all vying with each other. There is room for but two of them here.
Roiling ball of fire streaked with shifting bands of superheated wind and condensed water vapor.
Spherical shell of dense gas surrounding a thin soup of much thinner gasses.
Large patch of wind around the airball and fireball.
Ostrioth. Massive solid rock planet. Soulsucking void for a core, which has adverse effects on life depending on distance. Writhing, grasping atmosphere of life-eroding vapors fueled by numerous massive volcanoes. Soulsucking properties and atmosphere both trapped beneath a layer of insulating water. Jagged gas-shrouded volcanic islands jut from the sea, radiating heat and atmosphere.
Rare giant black stick insect like things. They're attracted to souls, and try to harvest them with two short feeler-like things as they pass into the planet's surface. Erratic cracks in their carapace glow red with heat when they're successful at devouring some soulstuff. Were more common before most of them were smashed asunder.
Wind of Change, universe-spanning winds that nurture and evolve whatever they touch.
Echoing polar bear roar of order.
Purple. Violet "gas" giant, chalk core. "Atmosphere" is a mixture of water, ice, and more traditional gasses and particles. A little turbulent.
Asexually reproducing neverborn microbes. They feed off dirt and air.
Very dense world of compacted volcanic rock, filigreed with lines from the joining and compression of various areas. Has a boiling atmosphere and an incandescent but stable iron core.
Burrito. Huge gas giant with a dense gas core and a turbulent lighter atmosphere. A single storm of mammoth proportions slowly migrates across its surface. Scatterings of gasses between it and the ship.
Gassians. Bulbous gas-filled tentacle-things. Tentacles composed of smaller filaments, with multiple bundles working together to form larger tentacles. Maliciously intelligent, and in possession of rather large beaks. Possess legends of Firak, eldritch horror beyond sanity's reach. Possess legends of similar, though not necessarily as malignant, entities in general inhabiting the reaches beyond their home.
Dusty beige moon.
Freefloating moon of stretchy, shifting flesh, complete with moaning mouths and eyes.
"Planet" easily the size of a small gas giant. Where a planet might be composed of rock or gas, this thing possesses stacked layers of heat-radiating copper, water, and life-sapping mist, all spinning with the planet's rotation at speeds according to their depth. With each layer missing sections, this makes for a complex but predictable pattern of exposure and concealment for each section in relation to the other sections. The copper is riven with corroded cracks. Cracks of chaos magic are present in all layers, opening and sealing unpredictably and warping things inside them. Deathmists are pushed around and somewhat diluted by constant winds, but occasionally erupt into world-wracking storms. Pockets of magnetite, silver, and blends of the two scattered throughout.
Small, lumpy pyrite moon.
Asexually reproducing neverborn microbes. Endemic to water layers. They feed off dirt and air. Somewhat sparse.
Horrifying stretchy wraiths that hunger for life force. Endemic to deathmist layers. They have a jagged appearance, and their mouths stretch as wide as they wish when screaming at their food. Cannot survive outside the deathmist.
Massive variety of aquatic life, all possessing cute feminine humanoid faces and a propensity to sing in synchronized symphonies. Inhabit one water layer, feed on heat and deathmist gasses.
Pretty translucent photosynthetic space eels, space carp, and space sharks with multicolored glowing organs. The carp eat and are worse at photosynthesis than the eels. The sharks sport lopsided, comical bony protrusions that tend to look like cute hats. Said sharks eat and are worse at photosynthesis than the carp or eels. The eels are playful and curious, and make cute songlike chirping noises. Eels are fond of Vanhurk. Avoid Purple.
Handful of living space fires that hunt and burn living things to death in order to release their souls. Very pretty and majestic.
Ship. Its top surface is a circle that rapidly tapers to a long, thin point beneath, giving it the appearance of a top or horn. This circle is dominated by a large island surrounded by a fairly narrow band of sea, upon which sapient balls of slime cavort in an idyllic series of meadows sprinkled with forests.
Sarcar. Ominous planet of mammoth bones, rife with caverns and dens. Bristles with truly enormous trees, excessively thick and tall.
Archdemon done. If you're taking a new aspect of Order too, I could modify my application for Water a bit, without changing much of the main concept. Are you?
I actually kind of like the Broken Circle effect from having a nice sensible arrangement that's got all sorts of holes in it now.
Anyway, all four of our archdemon applicants are in, just not for long. Only the most successful two will get to stay, while the others will surely be sucked elsewhere or something by their lack of power.
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