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[Detoxicated]

"Silly gods. Let your creations live. As long as you do not dig too deeply into the flesh and blood of another divine, you are harming nobody. Life wants to change and evolve constantly."

[Leonardo8]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

As the Gods and Goddesses speak to one another, a brief sense of Loss comes over them. The World Tree seems to shrivel, the Mortals feel a fleeting sense of tragedy, and the waters of the Oceans themselves seem to fade, for the faintest of moments. A massive rift in the Void opens, and from it spills out a vast cloud of sand, among it floats what appears to be a desiccated corpse, clothed in eons-old patchwork rags. The corpse, radiating with Divine Power, lifts his hands, and the rift seal shut. His eyes close in concentration, and the sand cloud spirals outward.

As the corpse gestures, the sands coalesce into one vast spherical cloud. His fists close in anger, his face grimaces with hatred, and the sand cloud forcefully slams together into a sphere. The corpse murmurs vulgar curses in an unimaginably ancient tongue, and with a faint scream of agony, the sands are bound together, forming a small, barren planet. The corpse observes his work, finds it to be lacking, and with the wave of his hand, the planet is given an atmosphere, a molten core, and some minuscule deposits of non-precious ore far beneath the crust.

He gazes upon the planet, and nods his head, as if confirming something to himself. He then sees the World Tree, his entire being ripples with disgust, yet he remains silent. The corpse gazes upon his planet, and utters a word. The planet shoots outward towards the World Tree at a rapid speed, but a moment before impact flies to the side, and enters an oblong orbit around the World Tree. His eyes gleam with twisted pride in his work.

The being speaks, and all Gods and Goddesses hear him. His voice, cracked and raspy from millennia of disuse, echoes into the very being of those listening. His speech menaces with hidden danger, not unlike a that of a scorpion, and a vile undercurrent mars the already curt, contemptuous words.

"Gods. Goddesses. Other Divines. I am Fenez, Lord of the Desert, Harbinger of Desolation, The Parched One. Know this. My Wrath shall come upon those among you who interfere with any Aspect of my Creation. This World is my creation, and mine alone. It's pristine sands shall not touch the Bark of your World Tree, nor any of It's Branches. It Is Independent of all Divines apart from Me. I shaped it of my own Essence, Independent of Your Efforts.

I will speak to those among You who wish to come to know me better in private. Any offers to join a Pantheon, or collaborate in a scheme, shall also be private. I do not wish to earn Your Ire just yet, Gods, Goddesses, and Other Divines. I hope that we can achieve a mutually beneficial relationship. I leave You now."

With that said, Fenez halts his tongue. Looking at the small Desert Planet, he finds it to be far too sparse for his liking. The surface of the Planet is near scorching, with heat from the Molten Core, and the Planet is bereft of all but the bare minimum of moisture. The Parched One spits on the surface of the Sands, and from the Spit comes the first life on the sphere. Adapted to withstand the heat and near lack of water, the ecosystem is very sparse, it's Animals are hardened, selfish, and opportunistic predators, and it's Plants are few, rare, thorny, often poisonous, and require almost no moisture to survive. Fenez looks at his works, and finds them to be suitable for the time being.

"I name this Planet Fenetch, after It's Creator."

Thinking to himself, he feels that the sphere needs something, more to be truly whole. Reaching into his very Being, he rips out a part of it, swirling, blackened with age and hate, it radiates with depression, and a sense of longing that could never be truly filled. The Harbinger of Desolation spreads his black fog across his sphere, and with a hundred simultaneous whispers, brings the fog to life. The beings shaped from the fog are Humanoid. They are extremely thin, adapted to the heat, grayed as charcoal, and are beautiful in a way beyond words. Their eyes are strange, the pupils and iris are as yellow as an egg yolk, and the whites are black.

Their teeth are sharped and startlingly white, and their canine teeth are elongated into fangs. They have solid white hair, and often shave it entirely, though some choose to grow it long. The creatures are extremely agile, and lithe, and they can wield almost any weapon with practiced ease. However, their thin frames render them weaker than others of comparable size. These beings need very little food or water to live, but that which they consume tastes like ashes to them. They live short, hard lives, and can only survive half a century at the most. They have two genders, and reproduce much like Humans do, but their young have a roughly one in three chance of being stillborn.

The Mortals have a feeling of emptiness deep within themselves, and their negative emotions are heightened, causing them to feel loss, hatred, and rage much keener than other beings. Due to their harsh environment, they live in small nomadic tribes and frequently do battle with other tribes over resources and petty disputes. The beings lack an immortal soul, and simply cease to exist upon their death, regardless of this, their ability to worship is the same as that of other mortals. Their culture is primitive and barbaric, to them personal belongings, mercy and honor are utterly alien concepts. Despite this, they adhere to a strict code of laws concerning the punishment of criminals, the punishment almost always exceeds the crimes committed, and many tribal shamans are also adept torturers. In war, they tend to expend most of their efforts toward the sabotage of their opponent and resort to ambush tactics and guerrilla warfare when faced with a foe. In individual combat, they are swift, efficient, and brutal. All of them have an instinctive knowledge of The Parched One's Existence and a deep understanding of his Philosophy.

Upon the creation of the mortals, Fenez appears before them all, and speaks to each of them individually.

"My Children. You were formed from my being, and when You perish, You shall return to me. I placed You onto Fenetch to struggle, and through Your struggle, become more than a mere part of me. Teach my words to Your Offspring. Always remember that true gain is had only through true loss. As You were formed from me, I name You of me. I name You, The Fezethi."


The Parched One uses 5 Essence to create Fenetch, a small, near-scorching, extremely inhospitable, desert planet orbiting The World Tree.

The Parched One uses 5 Essence to give Fenetch a sparse ecosystem of Animals and Plants adapted to it's Climate.

Finally, Fenez reaches into himself, and uses 9 Crux to create The Fezethi, a species of Mortals living on Fenetch. They are extremely agile, naturally skilled at combat, very attractive, and require very little food or water to survive. They have a high infant mortality rate, are short-lived, are very weak, carnivorous, violent, and have no Soul. The Fezethi have an instinctive knowledge of The Parched One's existence, and have a deep innate understanding of Fezen's Philosophy.

Well you sure know how to make new friends he snickers. Don't worry, by the way. Your world seems way too boring for anyone to mess with

[Demonic Spoon]

"That's because it doesn't exist. 5 Essence is insufficient to create a planet."

[Vgray]

"Such arrogance. Although it is amusing to watch them overestimate their own power isn't it?"

[Demonic Spoon]

"Such arrogance. Although it is amusing to watch them overestimate their own power isn't it?"

"Says the person trying to make a mountain sized dragon"

[TheBiggerFish]

"Hmph."

[Kilojoule Proton]

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[Demonic Spoon]

Greed's Bestiary of Snacks

Spoiler: Races (click to show/hide)

Faithful: (The Library)
The Faithful are immobile, metallic, and cubical (1m x 1m x 1m) creatures that have one purpose (although they might not know it): worship the Library. They have no need to eat, sleep, drink, etc.; their faith in whatever they worship keeps them alive. Worshipping the Library gives them a small amount of pleasure. Faithful now begin life with instinctual knowledge that the Library exists and wants to be worshipped and that Faithful receive sustenance from worshipping things. Faithful are tolerant to the beliefs of others, and will not start holy wars and such. They reproduce asexually by sheer force of faith (which means that they produce less essence while they are reproducing), and Faithful are created fully grown and with one side fully attached to their parent. Faithful have no locomotive organs, but they can jettison (or attach) themselves from other Faithful with quite a bit of force, allowing a "colony" of Faithful to move by ejecting some of its members (who might then start creating new colonies). Faithful can communicate with directly adjacent Faithful via a physical connection between their brains. Faithful can sense things via touch, but cannot feel physical pain.
-Faithful Strange Moods: (No Me, 5E) undergo strange moods, in which they will craft something at the peak of quality for their preferred craft.

Euro Ants: (Cornealis Carnegie)
The only goal of these ants is to get as much land as they can. They breed rapidly, and spread rapidly. They enjoy colonizing and holding territory. They hate enemy Euro ants and they hate their territory being encroached on. They are pretty intelligent, and can use small ant tools and weapons. The ants also want to learn the secrets to mass producing weapons and tools at fast very, very fast rates. The ants also have learned the secrets of agriculture. Come in red (top of WT) and blue (bottom of WT).
-Euro Ants Strange Moods: (No Me, 2E) undergo strange moods, in which they will craft something at the peak(?) of quality for their preferred craft.

Euro Ants and Faithful have had their intelligence and worship quality boosted by 8E (The Library)

Embrear: (Vimbr)
The Embrear are a race of people that greatly resembles humanity (the normal bipedal fleshy kind, not the insectisiod kind), and are reproductively compatible with humanity (assuming anyone ends up making humans in this reality) the main differences are that their skin comes in varying shades of red and that they have wings of burnlessfire much like vimber’s own. Also their eyes tend towards brighter colors such as gold, bright red, blue, teal, and pink, they do however sometimes come in all black orbs.
They are also immortal in regards to age, but still die if killed or overcome by a great sickness
Though the traits of a hybrid are up for grabs on whether they are more in line with the Embrear or humanity, a hybrid will always inherit the immortality.

Humans (Karangar)
Three-legged, three-armed sapient insectoids with vestigial wings (used mostly for communication, c.f. semaphore) who speak an extensively click-based language. They cultivate bioluminescent fungi using the nutrient-rich sap of the Tree, are generally relatively open-minded/xenophilic, and net-reproduce roughly as fast as H. sapiens humans.

Dolphins: (Nica)
Fatally allergic to  sudden bursts of light [like a flashbang] and enter an euphoric state from devouring the flesh of  porpoises and mortals. Severe lack of genetic variety leads to the birth of porpoises.  These dolphins are utterly incapable of crafting metal objects. Nickel, titanium and zinc can trigger either extreme pleasure or a painful death in large concentrations if swallowed by an individual.
Porpoises (Nica)
Sapient race of wise sages highly skilled in magic. Have an intrinsic connection to metals and find it easier to manipulate, even through mediums. Slow reproduction. Severe lack of genetic variety leads to the birth of dolphins.

Gremil (Oszust)
A race of goblin-like creatures. Physically weak, but agile and intelligent. Really really like shiny things and valuable objects. They're a fungal creature, reproducing by releasing spores underground, which latch onto the walls of their tunnels and grow into adult Gremil. This means they multiply twice as fast as humans. Create 1000 Gremil, and put them in the Fenceway.

Necromangers: (Mungash)
Seven foot tall humanoids without skin, they have Three Arms on their Right Side. The hands on their right side have Three fingers Each while the Left hand has a total of Ten. They are Strict Carnivores. they have very good hearing.

Corthomach: (Ceartas)
The Corthomach are a species of bipedal flightless bird-like people. They are slightly smaller than one might expect of an average creature, but are otherwise intelligent and outgoing. They enjoy interacting with members of any species, and their first city shall be known as Cortho.

Ceartas has infused in them a duty toward Justice, though precisely what kind is left open to interpretation by individual Corthomachs.

Dragon-Princes (Greed)
WORST SCOUTS EVER. COMPLETELY USELESS

Trilianis: (Zuzake)
Covered in warts, these amphibian people live on the wet spots of the world tree. They are small in size (chimpanzee) and are green- to orange skincolour wise. They have the body of a snail, two antenna eyes, two weak arms, and they are rather slow. The only defence they have is their high intelligence. They are able to breath on land and in the water and they are born with a fierce love of the water and the World Tree. Most Triliani love individualism, Coral Reefs, Snakes, and Fish, while they hate authority, mundanity, order.

Amebuie (Nyxus)
They are black, sapient oozes that feed on everything organic and occasionally even on rock. Despite their appearence they can dig and move quite fast thanks to their powerful acids and powerful pseudopods but they can't stand sunlight, it's lethal for them. They are of course complitely blid but they have a very refined sense of touch and a sharp hearing. They grow  up to 3 metres in diameter, the speed depending on how much they eat, and a that point they split into smaller oozes, that inherit  the memories of their progenitors. They are naturally curious and value knowledge for it''s own sake, especially secrets. They are also higly artistic indivisuals, that appreciate music and have a wandering soul , rarely content with staying in the same place for long.  For now they inhabit the dark larva tunnels but given time they will  expand to the underground of several world and the fenceway 

Cinado: (Visalas)
Sapient 6-legged ambulatory plants. Have prehensile feet. Highly curious and instinctively use the scientific method.

Kastyrians (Ilganapash Rosas)
They look, at least at first, like basically sapient monkeys with opposable thumbs, prehensile feet which are as much like hands as we might think they are feet.

Spoiler: Animals (click to show/hide)

Generic Wolf-Based Fauna: (Nilva) catwolves that walk through impossibly small gaps to reach their prey that similarly bolts through impossible geometries and covers miles in a second yet runs leftwards along the treeline at the same time

Cetacean, cnidarian, mollusks and crustacean lifeforms: (Nica, 3E) Inhabiting both mundane and dream-logic areas.

Blink Lizards: (Daemon Xylia, 1E) Fox sized and covered in fluffy fur. It's capable of teleporting short distances, after a 15 second charge up. It can move while charging.
It charges the blink when threatened. But not before, and it has a cool down of 5 minutes. It can teleport 20 meters.

Piscar (Oszust) Oszust's personal eyes and ears. These squirrel-like creatures live inside of the world tree, and glide from place to place, similar to a flying squirrel. Oszust can see anything one of the Piscar sees, giving him knowledge of events on every level of the tree. Get eaten by other animals a lot

Ping: (Mungush)
Short, Flabby, Bright Pink Penguin like Creatures. They don't have Fingers. They are not Sapient. They are Blind. They have a Keen Sense of hearing. they are Omnivores.

Spoiler: Unique (click to show/hide)

Lindworm: (Daemon Xylia, 3E) Big serpent, venomous, has one pair of legs, no arms, no wings, three chains (60 meters) in length.

Dragon: (Azem) 30 feet high, may grow or shrink, six legged, horned ridged heads but otherwise smooth. Made entirely of gemstone, eat large amounts of inorganic matter with an extreme preference for precious metals/gemstones, anything they eat is incorporated into their mass and physical appearance, and they shed mass daily.

Spoiler: Plants (click to show/hide)

Generic Flora: (Nilva) Inhabiting both mundane and dream-logic areas.
Sweet water coral reefs: (Zuzake, 1E) Comes in green yellow and purple
Fireblossom: (Vimbr)
Small red flowers with three curved and pointed leaves. it comes up to about the height of a recently mowed lawn. like most plants you mostly just have to put it in adequate soil and water it, but fireblossoms also draw upon ambient power and periodically (about every few seconds) release a small stream of burnless fire. (the fire is warm not hot, you will not be using this to start a campfire) this item is the main symbol associated with vimbr. This plant grows year-round, and can self-pollinate.
Simple tunnel ecosystem: (Nyxus) Based on mushrooms, bacteria and insects.

[Demonic Spoon]

Imps scurry about frantically carrying scrolls.

[Demonic Spoon]

Greed's List of Buried Treasures:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The First Land: (Daemon Xylia, 6E) A chunk of earth created before the rest of the world. The beating heart of Xylia, the seed of the World-Tree, was planted here.

World-Tree: Portions of it dedicated to unusual and bizarre physics, 33-50% dedicated to ocean life, Earth-like mineral abundance, numerous biomes, lit by massive fireflies acting as the world's sun and lanturn-stars.

Sweetwater Ocean Mould: (Zuzake, 3E) Located on a branch at the top of the tree, a mould of huge size, this mould is filled with a sweet water ocean. Some water dribbles onto other branches from the mould.

Four Flower Petal Oceans of the World Tree: (Zuzake, 4E)
These four gigantic flower petals, that grow out of the world tree look similar in appearance to the lotus flower, however they have different colours and are much much more giant as their length is that of a small continent. Each of the four flower petals has a different colour. The four colours are Amthyst, Diamond, citrine, and Zircon. Each Flower is filled with an ocean of the respected coloured nectar.

Cave of Rot: (Amber) A rather large section of the center [of the world tree is] rotted out and hollowed almost like a cave it will be lit by nothing but floating green fire's and presumably the light from outside.

Chamber of Silk: (Kargan) A silk-covered chamber deep in the roots of the tree

The Tower: (Chorus, 7E) The Tower is made up of eight floors, one for each of the god... fragments... that make up the Chorus, and a summit.
Each floor other than the Summit may change position in the Tower(so long as the change doesn't take it above the summit) at random.
Each floor contains a magical trial themed around one of the seven fragments, and if said floor's trial is completed(by a mortal), it sends the mortal to the next floor.
The Tower may only be entered through the bottom floor.
The Tower can only contain one mortal at a time.
If a mortal makes it to the summit, they may choose one of the fragments of the Chorus and ask them for a boon of their choice. If the boon is granted, they must choose a different fragment who will then give them a curse, not of their choice.
The Tower can only be entered while the gods are awakened(as in, not in a time skip or whatnot).

Cortho, the First City: City of the Corthomach, located at the centre of the World-Tree

[TheBiggerFish]

((Dude.  Stop.  No doubleposts.  Even more no tripleposts.))

((Say what you're doing before you do it...))

[Detoxicated]

The Magnifgicient Zuzake sits down at the bottom of the ocean and begins recitating poetry

Xylia rips her heart, and plants a seed
from her a part, buried under sand

A tree is born, even though the gods are divided
to few a scorn, most are excited

Zuzake paints the oceans, and the coral reef
While the dragon-princes come to life, by Greed

To guide the races coming, and gather the gold
While the other gods let another story unfold

A far from the tree, a being of desolation
creates a moon to our tree, and an entire nation

no one dare to step into desolations desert
for even divines, there will face hazard

[ShadowDragon]

Spend 3E and 1C on creating Cinado in a grassland somewhere.

Spoiler: Cinado (click to show/hide)

Sapient 6-legged ambulatory plants. Have prehensile feet. Highly curious and instinctively use the scientific method.

[Ardent Debater]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

As the Gods and Goddesses speak to one another, a brief sense of Loss comes over them. The World Tree seems to shrivel, the Mortals feel a fleeting sense of tragedy, and the waters of the Oceans themselves seem to fade, for the faintest of moments. A massive rift in the Void opens, and from it spills out a vast cloud of sand, among it floats what appears to be a desiccated corpse, clothed in eons-old patchwork rags. The corpse, radiating with Divine Power, lifts his hands, and the rift seal shut. His eyes close in concentration, and the sand cloud spirals outward.

As the corpse gestures, the sands coalesce into one vast spherical cloud. His fists close in anger, his face grimaces with hatred, and the sand cloud forcefully slams together into a sphere. The corpse murmurs vulgar curses in an unimaginably ancient tongue, and with a faint scream of agony, the sands are bound together, forming a small, barren planet. The corpse observes his work, finds it to be lacking, and with the wave of his hand, the planet is given an atmosphere, a molten core, and some minuscule deposits of non-precious ore far beneath the crust.

He gazes upon the planet, and nods his head, as if confirming something to himself. He then sees the World Tree, his entire being ripples with disgust, yet he remains silent. The corpse gazes upon his planet, and utters a word. The planet shoots outward towards the World Tree at a rapid speed, but a moment before impact flies to the side, and enters an oblong orbit around the World Tree. His eyes gleam with twisted pride in his work.

The being speaks, and all Gods and Goddesses hear him. His voice, cracked and raspy from millennia of disuse, echoes into the very being of those listening. His speech menaces with hidden danger, not unlike a that of a scorpion, and a vile undercurrent mars the already curt, contemptuous words.

"Gods. Goddesses. Other Divines. I am Fenez, Lord of the Desert, Harbinger of Desolation, The Parched One. Know this. My Wrath shall come upon those among you who interfere with any Aspect of my Creation. This World is my creation, and mine alone. It's pristine sands shall not touch the Bark of your World Tree, nor any of It's Branches. It Is Independent of all Divines apart from Me. I shaped it of my own Essence, Independent of Your Efforts.

I will speak to those among You who wish to come to know me better in private. Any offers to join a Pantheon, or collaborate in a scheme, shall also be private. I do not wish to earn Your Ire just yet, Gods, Goddesses, and Other Divines. I hope that we can achieve a mutually beneficial relationship. I leave You now."

With that said, Fenez halts his tongue. Looking at the small Desert Planet, he finds it to be far too sparse for his liking. The surface of the Planet is near scorching, with heat from the Molten Core, and the Planet is bereft of all but the bare minimum of moisture. The Parched One spits on the surface of the Sands, and from the Spit comes the first life on the sphere. Adapted to withstand the heat and near lack of water, the ecosystem is very sparse, it's Animals are hardened, selfish, and opportunistic predators, and it's Plants are few, rare, thorny, often poisonous, and require almost no moisture to survive. Fenez looks at his works, and finds them to be suitable for the time being.

"I name this Planet Fenetch, after It's Creator."

Thinking to himself, he feels that the sphere needs something, more to be truly whole. Reaching into his very Being, he rips out a part of it, swirling, blackened with age and hate, it radiates with depression, and a sense of longing that could never be truly filled. The Harbinger of Desolation spreads his black fog across his sphere, and with a hundred simultaneous whispers, brings the fog to life. The beings shaped from the fog are Humanoid. They are extremely thin, adapted to the heat, grayed as charcoal, and are beautiful in a way beyond words. Their eyes are strange, the pupils and iris are as yellow as an egg yolk, and the whites are black.

Their teeth are sharped and startlingly white, and their canine teeth are elongated into fangs. They have solid white hair, and often shave it entirely, though some choose to grow it long. The creatures are extremely agile, and lithe, and they can wield almost any weapon with practiced ease. However, their thin frames render them weaker than others of comparable size. These beings need very little food or water to live, but that which they consume tastes like ashes to them. They live short, hard lives, and can only survive half a century at the most. They have two genders, and reproduce much like Humans do, but their young have a roughly one in three chance of being stillborn.

The Mortals have a feeling of emptiness deep within themselves, and their negative emotions are heightened, causing them to feel loss, hatred, and rage much keener than other beings. Due to their harsh environment, they live in small nomadic tribes and frequently do battle with other tribes over resources and petty disputes. The beings lack an immortal soul, and simply cease to exist upon their death, regardless of this, their ability to worship is the same as that of other mortals. Their culture is primitive and barbaric, to them personal belongings, mercy and honor are utterly alien concepts. Despite this, they adhere to a strict code of laws concerning the punishment of criminals, the punishment almost always exceeds the crimes committed, and many tribal shamans are also adept torturers. In war, they tend to expend most of their efforts toward the sabotage of their opponent and resort to ambush tactics and guerrilla warfare when faced with a foe. In individual combat, they are swift, efficient, and brutal. All of them have an instinctive knowledge of The Parched One's Existence and a deep understanding of his Philosophy.

Upon the creation of the mortals, Fenez appears before them all, and speaks to each of them individually.

"My Children. You were formed from my being, and when You perish, You shall return to me. I placed You onto Fenetch to struggle, and through Your struggle, become more than a mere part of me. Teach my words to Your Offspring. Always remember that true gain is had only through true loss. As You were formed from me, I name You of me. I name You, The Fezethi."


The Parched One uses 5 Essence to create Fenetch, a very small, (astronomically) near-scorching, extremely inhospitable, desert Sphere orbiting The World Tree. Fenez calls it a Planet, but it's more the size of a Moon for now.

The Parched One uses 5 Essence to give Fenetch a sparse ecosystem of Animals and Plants adapted to it's Climate.

Finally, Fenez reaches into himself, and uses 9 Crux to create The Fezethi, a species of Mortals living on Fenetch. They are extremely agile, naturally skilled at combat, very attractive, and require very little food or water to survive. They have a high infant mortality rate, are short-lived, are very weak, carnivorous, violent, and have a Mortal Soul that ceases to exist entirely after their death. The Fezethi have an instinctive knowledge of The Parched One's existence, and have a deep innate understanding of Fezen's Philosophy.

The Parched One concludes his work, and is satisfied. He watches his creation, but is perplexed when Fenetch and the Fezethi vanish after an instant, and his Essence and Crux flow back into him. Confused, he attempts to repeat his Action, but is frustrated when he achieves the same result. Not easily dissuaded, he tries again, and again, and again, and again, and again many times before giving up in frustration. His eyes seem to peer into the cosmos, and what they see is unknowable. Fenez ceases his watching, and brings his palm to his face. In a somewhat embarrassed tone, he speaks with what seems to be genuine apology.

"It appears that I am unable to form Fenetch with my current reserves of Energy. Having only just arrived, I am unfamiliar with this Dimension's Laws of Essence Conservation and Creation. I apologize for wasting our valuable time with my repetitive attempts at creation. For the time being, I shall abstain from creating Fenetch, or the Fezethi. However, I assure You, I will not lay dormant."


Lacking sufficient Essence, Fezen Abstains from the creation of Fenetch and the Fezethi for now.

[Rolepgeek]

[Ilganapash Rosas, Long May He Reign]

        "Behold You Now The World, Alive And Full, Born Of All Those Gods Whom Forevermore Shall Leave Their Markers Upon It. For This Occasion Do I Find Myself Desirous Of Celebration. Alas! No, That Feast Of Gods And Creations Cannot Be, For Our Powers Remain Yet Endangered. We Who Would Create Majesty Have Need Still Of Beings To Recognize Our Greatness, And Present Offering, As We Recognize Their Prowess, And Offer Boons.

        "I Find That I, Ilganapash Rosas, King of Beggars, Am The Last To Bring New Life Into The World, And Am Much Saddened By This. Yet Our Efforts May Be Combined, For I Shall Glean What I Might From All Those Who Have Come Before, And So My People Shall Be Wise In The Ways Of The World. As We Gods May All Be United, So Might They Be Friends To All Others Whom Desire Their Company, And In This Way Do I Bind Us Together With Ties Of Our Own Creations."

        "So Let It Be That Though The Birds And The Beasts Struggle Alike With One Another, And The Plants And The Fish Too, Those We Deem Our Peoples Shall Survive Too, And Flourish. Let Wisdom Build Upon Survival, And So Are My People Born, Of My Hand And Yet Of The World. Kastyrians They Shall Be Known As, And Though Their Forms May Differ, Their Unity Remains, And Of Them Shall Be Three Things Foremost In Characteristic: The First, That They Shall Be A Hardy And Adaptable Peoples, Such That Nigh Any Challenge They May Meet With Fortitude, And Survive. The Second, That Their Race Shall Be One Of Wise And Thoughtful People, In Whom Many Scholars May Be Found. The Third, That The Forms Of The Kastyrians Be Not Locked Forever, Through Generations, To That Singular Shape In Which I Have Molded Them, But That They May Change In Shape And Stature And Size And Many Other Traits Of The Body, In Order To Survive Wherever Their Homes Might Be Found, Though All Recognizable As Being Of The Same Peoples. So Says Ilganapash Rosas, King Of Beggars."

Use 1 Essence to ensure that there is variety of wildlife via survival of the fittest, and to spread wildlife and plantlife, in it's various forms, across the Tree(s world(s?)), if I might.
Use 4 Essence and 4 Crux to create, via what amounts to rapid guided evolution, the Kastyrians. They look, at least at first, like basically sapient monkeys with opposable thumbs, prehensile feet which are as much like hands as we might think they are feet. If you want me to detail their other traits in more comprehensive detail than the above paragraph, ask me in OOC, but I'm not sure it would be very helpful. Though I can describe that the way their formshifting or whatever we want to call it is something that works over multiple generations, is rather subtle, and again is kinda like guided evolution. Not actually Lamarckian genetics, but you could sorta think of it like that, I suppose? Less about learned/practiced traits, though they would probably play a factor.