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[Rolepgeek]

"I would be surprised if you did not. But think of it this way: the mortals will now have to learn or perish. They will advance by force by their own wills, not by what we have given to them..."

Mavnon looked out towards Iliseth, with the souls arund her.

"And truly, why does it matter if a mortal dies? Their soul lives on; only their body is lost. Nothing more."

"It is quite simple, my good fellow...we have mortals for a reason...should they die before their allotted time, whatever their god apparently feels it may be...they cannot continue to grow in character...or faith...or as a sapient...it is cutting down the tree before it is ready...harvesting the crop before it has ripened...at least, I believe that's the logic behind it...."

Spoiler: Prayer Responses (click to show/hide)

Sapling Trader:
"'Tis the magic of the Great Trees, my child, and my own....though this perpetual rain is the work of another god...one who sought to test mortals through it...I have kept the Trees safe, though they need it not from petty rain...you are a trader, are you not...?...perhaps you could find a way to, if not take the weather with you...at least keep foul weather out...?..."

Teach/Inspire him with umbrellas unless they've already been invented in which case other weatherproofing techniques or the like that won't cost me much if anything to teach I hope

Sapling Scholar:

"Well, now, that is up to you, dear bud...though I should think ways to help others and yourself...improve the community and grow...but in the end, I trust your judgement...if you worry about making a poor decision, why not consult the Great Tree...?...they are wise, and likely understand what you or your fellow Saplings need...if nothing else, you can always ask for knowledge of the other Races, or of their Magic..."

(Bud as in flower bud; I figure it's a slightly more affectionate way of saying 'kid' or 'child' with Saplings)

Wealthy Sapling:

Chuckling.

[Lord_lemonpie]

Create Incorporeal children. Incorporeal children are non-sapient, ghost-like creatures. They appear the same as human children. Their only purpose is to make a lot of noise. They can't be destroyed.

Create 50 Incorporeal children on Utther's lawn.

"Don't think this will be your only punishment, old man. You'll beg me to stop.

[micelus]

"I would be surprised if you did not. But think of it this way: the mortals will now have to learn or perish. They will advance by force by their own wills, not by what we have given to them..."

Mavnon looked out towards Iliseth, with the souls arund her.

"And truly, why does it matter if a mortal dies? Their soul lives on; only their body is lost. Nothing more."

"It is quite simple, my good fellow...we have mortals for a reason...should they die before their allotted time, whatever their god apparently feels it may be...they cannot continue to grow in character...or faith...or as a sapient...it is cutting down the tree before it is ready...harvesting the crop before it has ripened...at least, I believe that's the logic behind it...."

Spoiler: Prayer Responses (click to show/hide)

Sapling Trader:
"'Tis the magic of the Great Trees, my child, and my own....though this perpetual rain is the work of another god...one who sought to test mortals through it...I have kept the Trees safe, though they need it not from petty rain...you are a trader, are you not...?...perhaps you could find a way to, if not take the weather with you...at least keep foul weather out...?..."

Teach/Inspire him with umbrellas unless they've already been invented in which case other weatherproofing techniques or the like that won't cost me much if anything to teach I hope

Sapling Scholar:

"Well, now, that is up to you, dear bud...though I should think ways to help others and yourself...improve the community and grow...but in the end, I trust your judgement...if you worry about making a poor decision, why not consult the Great Tree...?...they are wise, and likely understand what you or your fellow Saplings need...if nothing else, you can always ask for knowledge of the other Races, or of their Magic..."

(Bud as in flower bud; I figure it's a slightly more affectionate way of saying 'kid' or 'child' with Saplings)

Wealthy Sapling:

Chuckling.

Mavnon smiled. "Oh? So its a thing of selfishness I see. And to think I counted you amongst the Janis." She let out a hearty laugh.

[Rolepgeek]

"I simply described the logic...that does not mean I agree...or rather, it does not mean I agree for those reasons...would you say that you believe otherwise...?"

[micelus]

"A child, my brother, is brought into the world by his or her parents. For much of its lifetime, it is cared, taught and sustained by their parents until it is able to fend for itself. Once this happens, the purpose of the parents is complete and their continued existence is unnecessary. I would hope that child cherished their parents and respected their memory, but that does not change the fact that the parents are no longer needed."

"I do not think you need an explanation of such a simple parable brother."

[Jbg97]

Create Incorporeal children. Incorporeal children are non-sapient, ghost-like creatures. They appear the same as human children. Their only purpose is to make a lot of noise. They can't be destroyed.

Create 50 Incorporeal children on Utther's lawn.

"Don't think this will be your only punishment, old man. You'll beg me to stop.

HAH! That's nothing. I hear you kids argue and shout all the time! This is child's play. Which is appropriate, considering it's coming from one so young as you.
But don't worry, those kids will be gone soon enough.

[Vgray]

Spoiler: Prayers (click to show/hide)

Human: Who is the true God of Blood, you or Iliseth?
Maag Father: Oh great Uztot, bless my newborn!
Maag: Should I consider all of society my kin?

"Both and neither."

The child is blessed with uncommon empathy.

"You should indeed. Just don't forget to cherish bonds borne of blood."

"And can our divine children truly be considered capable of fending for themselves in a world where gods exist?"

[micelus]

"Not yet. Which is why they must be taught."

[IcyTea31]

"Utther might have a point on a few things. I grow tired of this bickering, especially as there are so few who Dream at this stage. I'm soon going to go sleep for a few thousand years. In the meantime, consider the few offers I've given some of you, and treat my creations gently. If you harm them, expect serious retribution. Does anyone have anything to say to me before I go?"

[DreamerGhost]

-snip-

[Vgray]

"Utther might have a point on a few things. I grow tired of this bickering, especially as there are so few who Dream at this stage. I'm soon going to go sleep for a few thousand years. In the meantime, consider the few offers I've given some of you, and treat my creations gently. If you harm them, expect serious retribution. Does anyone have anything to say to me before I go?"

"Nothing other than to wish you pleasant dreams brother."
Uztot's perpetual smile widens slightly.

"Not yet. Which is why they must be taught."

"Indeed. We merely disagree as to the lessons. But consider this, is their will to live and advance not stronger when as one?"

[micelus]

"No, I would think not. Consider a family of four. They are prosperous and never once have to think of starvation. The worst they will ever encounter is death, and a death by old age at that. They are happy but that is all. They will never once think of Change, of Progress or Development."

"Now think of another. A family still of four. The father is old and ridden with cancer. The mother poor and with a leg that will never heal. The younger child not even able to stand. The older child, if of worthy character, will strive to improve his lot. If he or she takes the right opportunities, they might become a physician or healer. They could care for their family, nurse their plights and even discover treatments. By ensuring that some sort of Conflict is present, mortals will have to progress."

Mavnon looked towards the Maag and Dwarves. After a moment she smiled. "Look. Those blessed creatures have already progressed. They reacted to a challenge and already they have become better. Do you see what I mean?"

[Rolepgeek]

"Utther might have a point on a few things. I grow tired of this bickering, especially as there are so few who Dream at this stage. I'm soon going to go sleep for a few thousand years. In the meantime, consider the few offers I've given some of you, and treat my creations gently. If you harm them, expect serious retribution. Does anyone have anything to say to me before I go?"

"Sweet...dreams?..."

"Not yet. Which is why they must be taught."

"We have different views on the subject, I see...parents who fade away and die...are an effect of mortal lifespans....you do not see trees die to make way for their children, after all...save through fire or disease...and we are by nature different from our creations, rather than simply more experienced ones of the same sort...I see us more as gardeners...some plant bulbs, to be dug up later, once ripe...some plant stalks, so they might have them regrow time and again...and some plant flower, to be viewed and admired for time to come...but what is the garden without a gardener...?...and what is the garden to do, should weeds take root...?...I can understand your viewpoint...but it is based off of mammalian tendencies...not botanical, or divine ones...the Saplings have a very different parent-child dynamic, for example...the mother does not die needlessly once the child is grown...so I hope you can respect why I might disagree..."

[micelus]

"Of course. I would not expect otherwise."

[Vgray]

"No, I would think not. Consider a family of four. They are prosperous and never once have to think of starvation. The worst they will ever encounter is death, and a death by old age at that. They are happy but that is all. They will never once think of Change, of Progress or Development."

"Now think of another. A family still of four. The father is old and ridden with cancer. The mother poor and with a leg that will never heal. The younger child not even able to stand. The older child, if of worthy character, will strive to improve his lot. If he or she takes the right opportunities, they might become a physician or healer. They could care for their family, nurse their plights and even discover treatments. By ensuring that some sort of Conflict is present, mortals will have to progress."

Mavnon looked towards the Maag and Dwarves. After a moment she smiled. "Look. Those blessed creatures have already progressed. They reacted to a challenge and already they have become better. Do you see what I mean?"

"I can see some wisdom in your words. But mortals also need the strength to weather conflict. You forget the greatest strength the Maag have cultivated is the one I would teach them. Does not the elder child need to care for their kin to be of, worthy character, as you say?"