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[AbstractTraitorHero]

Varalin....lashed back almost immediately. Shutting herself off from it as soon as she could. Varalin was crying that was obvious their mind wracked with emotion. They knew Agony. That feeling. But feeling it so strongly. The pain and suffering of an entire glimpse smothered as it was.

It was worse for Varalin to feel it. Amplified and increased. Their eye's wild their body shaking. Kol had done something he perhaps shouldn't have. Her form twitching erratically her hand twitching erratically a breath coming through. Trying to hold back trying not to go mad on everything around them in the anguish they already felt the regret they already felt and the feelings that Kol shared amplified for them. It was hell.

Varalin looked, to be honest on the verge of madness. They didn't move they were silent. Before Varalin dropped. Their form disintegrated and Varalin was back in her original body quivering and shaking above the isles.

Before she created another copy and sent it down to the first world.

Varalin Sends down a copy of herself to her children on the first world. Suppressed so as to not hurt the mortals or cause insanity with her presence. Varalin will look for comfort and relief from her children. Friendship. Love. Kindness frolicking to just let all their responsibility and stress be gone for a short time...to try to clear their mind.

[Glass]

*Sees Varalin*
*Oh shit*
Varalin, what happened? What's the problem? I want to help you!

[FallacyofUrist]

"Kol. By now, we have all seen the collateral damage our actions can cause. If you would choose to surrender yourself and willingly enter the prison we have created, your people would not suffer the collateral damage that might otherwise happen. Please don't make this difficult. For the sake of your people."

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Varalin did not really.....respond. She was kinda just there. Quiet. Kneeling now not looking at him. Silence utterly it didn't even seem like Varalin was breathing, to be honest. The gleam in her eyes the tint of.....agony? Desperation. Despair Madness? Eventually....a small...sound left. Nonsense clearly some kinda speak under her breath.

[Roboson]

The Tavros and Chichisy had begun their long journey to see which of these two mortal races will bathe in the blood of the other. Or if the two of them will overcome their hatred. It seems like it would be quite a while until that would occur, and Lu was finally glad to find strong races which would partake in the arts of war and violence. Their strength and prowess was of great interest. These were not the weak acterians which floundered in the dark, but powerful mortals whos souls burned with fire. Lu would push them, perhaps to war, to see the fires burn brighter. Among those fires the true character of mortals will be revealed and great warriors will be forged. Lu would find just how far mortals will go for power...

Lu had given them weapons, those weapons, had found leaders, and those leaders led them to war. The Tavros discovered their hubris, and they grew strong for knowing that they are not the supreme race they once thought themselves to be. The Chichisy discovered painlessness, and stopped hurting themselves and eachother. They too grew strong as a result. Lu would find if they can grow stronger yet.

Lu raised two alters from the ground, composed of the same metal as the swords. Each alter has a statue of Lu standing over it looking down at the alter section. The alter is a metal cube with a raised metal bowl. The side of the cube depicts members of the alter's race (chichsy get chichsy hieroglyphics, tavros get tavros hieroglypchics) sacrificing members of the other race upon the cube, followed by images of the statue's eyes glowing and sending rays at the chosen race, and finally the chosen race depicted as getting bigger and more muscular. The word "Lu" is written over and over again in various mortal languages wherever there isn't hieroglyphics. Some of these are readable to all being regardless of language.  To really drive the instructions home, Lu includes a bloody skull of the opposing race in the raised bowl of each statue.

The first member of each race to touch the opposing starting skull will retrieve Lu's War Blessing. The mortal which touches the first skull, or places an opposing skull in the bowl in reverence to Lu will activate the statue. The skull will erupt into flame and Lu's statue eyes will light up, basking the mortal in sunlight. The mortal will visibly grow in size and musculature. Occasionally, especially after multiple uses by a single individual, the blessings will begin to mutate the individual growing natural weapons like claws, tusks, horns, fangs and other natural adaptions that make them better predators. Rarely the mutation will increase intelligence or provide some sort of magical ability, or even magical resistance, though this is much rarer happening very infrequently. No matter the mutation, this light heals injuries and gives a feeling of gentle pleasant warmth, ending in a euphoric rush of feeling powerful.


Lu raises metal statues in each village, as described above. Place them in the most central open location at high noon.

[Ghazkull]

As Gai-Gens plea reaches him, laughter answers her.

For the sake of MY people? And who are you now Godling? You come here from the very reaches of the Universe and reality itself, freshly whelped from beyond, invade my home and threaten to butcher my people if they and me do not make ourselves slave to you, and yet you speak as if i was the aggressor, as if i was the one who brought aeons of misery upon a single people as if i was the one demanding love and worship for horror and anguish visited upon.

No i will not surrender myself. Nor will my people. The decision has long since been reached, we will not be living under the yoke of the Gods anymore, we live free or we die as such.

[Jerick]

Disappointed would be much too strong a word but still Ralkieis felt some tiny twinge of frustration at how his attempt at children had turned out. But it was quickly forgotten as he moved on to other things. As more creatures came into existence, the speed at which information was entering into his book was increasing rapidly and it was becoming harder and harder to keep up. He was finding more and more of his time was taken up by checking through the book. There were two issues he needed to deal with. He needed worship and he needed to delegate the checking of the book to something else.

For the first issue he created the Lioaesda, the drinkers of darkness. These strange creatures dwell in space apart from the worlds created by the gods and they feed off of the darkness slowly growing larger as they grow older. Ancient Lioaesda become massive, over the course of thousands years growing larger than planets. Their shape is always shifting and changing and they reproduce by mitosis. Lioaesda do not die of old age. They are born with innate knowledge of Ralkieis, that their purpose is to worship Ralkieis and why Ralkieis needs their worship.
Act:Create the Lioaesda, the drinkers of darkness

For the second he created the Zildilyr, the seekers of truth. They are similar to Zlyusilusl the messenger but smaller and more numerous. They study the book, the events of creation and relay the important truths to Ralkieis.
Act:Create the Zildilyr, the seekers of truth.

[NUKE9.13]

In the impossibly dark Darkness, the Lioaesda came into being. And immediately the crushing weight of complete sensory deprivation descended upon them.

Moments later, the pressure lessened, as something reluctantly granted them permission to be there, letting their senses penetrate a meagre distance through the Dark. But with it came the implicit threat- the Darkness could swallow them at any time, and they would do well to remember that.

As mistress of the Darkness, Phalanalin slightly lessens its effects on the Lioaesda.
She also conveys the threat of undoing her work, so that the Lioaesda will know to be thankful. Or else.

((Not intended to be a full Act. If this would require a full Act, ignore.))

[crazyabe]

I head to the plains, there I Create the Raligisst.
Raligisst are mildly Humanoid beings with the four arms, and the lower body of a snake, although they are born greyish white, their bodily coloration changed based on who or what they worship. each Raligisst is born with basic knowledge of one of the gods, and some practical knowledge relating to that gods spheres. As a Raligisst ages, they develop natural "Tatoos" which relate to their actions, a good hunter may develop images of beasts, a warrior might gain weapons or skulls, a mage or shaman will develop strange tatoos compared to others of the race, though they will still bear meaning.
Mentally, they will bear some similarities to the god they are born connected, to and although they might not agree on all things much like the gods above they will work as best they can together when there is a threat to them.

Spoiler: "What they look like." (click to show/hide)

[FallacyofUrist]

As Gai-Gens plea reaches his heard, laughter answers her.

For the sake of MY people? And who are you now Godling? You come here from the very reaches of the Universe and reality itself, freshly whelped from beyond, invade my home and threaten to butcher my people if they and me do not make ourselves slave to you, and yet you speak as if i was the aggressor, as if i was the one who brought aeons of misery upon a single people as if i was the one demanding love and worship for horror and anguish visited upon.

No i will not surrender myself. Nor will my people. The decision has long since been reached, we will not be living under the yoke of the Gods anymore, we live free or we die as such.

"A shame. A shame it ended this way. If we, the gods, had not been so inconsiderate of the frailty of mortals, perhaps things would not have needed end this way. But instead we fought over your people, and by the time I arrived and began to plan for improvements, it was too late. I'm sorry."

[micelus]

While the Tutelospera felt intrigue at what was to occur on the Isle, it decided once more to focus on its chosen Tavros.

1 Act: Enter the dreams of each of the Blindseers and remaining Kovrash, telling them that their creator has gifted them life and will gift them yet more...but they must pay their dues. Request worship in my name and shrines erected to me. Tell them that those cities/villages that do so shall be blessed yet more. In any settlement that does build a shrine and actually worship me properly, their shrines will begin consuming the surrounding magic, turning it into a condensed magical liquid. While heavily magical, the magic can only be used by directly drinking it. Even then, the liquid only works when the drinker is 'Worthy'. That is, they have the intelligence to make use of the magic usefully, the wisdom to be careful, the strength to bear great burdens, and the modesty that they do not let power corrupt them fully. Should a Worthy individual drink the liquid, they physically become stronger, intelligent, and less power-hungry. They also tend to be more 'pious'.

Otherwise, the liquid just acts as an excellent hallucinogen that is impossible to be addicted to, but also slowly dampens a person's ability to use magic. May also be used to balm wounds.

[Ghazkull]

Turn 8

-The War of Wrath-

As the Phopu prepared for the inevitable, one of them, the last who had ever spoken to Oldroot, suddenly vanished. Marrowquick had been instrumental in organizing the Phopu in their massive quest, while Oldroot and the other leaders were perishing. It fell upon the Grand Secretary to ensure the survival of his people. And yet there was one last order he had been given by the Greatest of the Holy Ones, it was a quest unlike any other, one that promised only horror, hardship and despair, but Marrowquick took it up with the same sense of duty like so many others. He would be the willing sacrificial lamb to ensure the continuation of his kin. And sure enough the moment he left Great Copse, the moment he was beyond the sight of his kin, he felt himself change, touched even, by something greater. And now he knew his purpose, a purpose he regretted. For Oldroot had told him of his eventual fate and that of his opponent, the Lifeslayer. He would become his opposite, the tool to bring him to chains. He would also bring misery upon the Isles of Passion, for to fight the Lifeslayer at full power meant the sundering of worlds.

The Gods who had summoned him had awaited at the Caves: Phalanalin, known to most of his kin as the Twister, he instinctively knew her as the leader. Acter, father of his opponent. Cerediron and Gai-Gen, Gods of Making and Crafting, and now Wardens of the Prison made for the Lifeslayer. He walked upon them and past them, for his duty lay not with them, it lay with what awaited within the caves.

Marrowquick vanished into the caves, and never reappeared. No struggle told of his passing, no shuddering, no buckling, nothing. Only silence followed by nothing more. The Deathslayer was gone.

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- The Darkest of Voids -

In the darkest parts of the universe, where not even the gods seemed to tread, the darkness held supremacy. All powerful, all encompassing...and all alone.

And thus Ralkiesis spawned the Lioaesda. Beings in his own image, they dwelt in the darkness, living off of it, feasting upon it. And the darkness occassionally took some of them as companions. Thus was the existence of the Lioaesda, feasting upon the darkness, the darkness taking some of them and every once in a while they prayed. For the Lioaesda knew their purpose. They knew to worship their creator and they knew to worship the one who created the darkness. Time was meaningless to them as was everything else.

On the first, another species made by Ralkiesis did their divine duty. the Zildilyr. Small in number, they were the keepers of the Book of Truth...and thus their existence centered around the intepretation, recording and reading of the truths offered by the book and to deliver them to Ralkiesis when ever he demanded to hear them. They lived not far away from the insular Children of Varalin but both existed purely and in isolation in their fertile valleys, living out their existences beyond the meticulous concerns of other people.

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- The Plains States -

It was almost instantly that the Blindseers began whipping their people into a frenzy over these new dreams. Everyone wanted to be the first to erect a shrine to reap the benefits of worshipping the Divine Sphere.

Some used their own populace, some the warlitters. And some came upon the Raligisst. It was a surprise to find another sentient being on the plains. It was even more of a surprise to the Raligisst who found barely had begun their existence that they found themselves enslaved.
Dragged into the great Stone Cities of the Tavros they were used to build the temples to the Tutelspera. Everyone knew that even a small shrine would have been enough. No one cared. It had become a matter of prestige and power to possess the largest temple to the Divine Sphere. And those that were willing to be most ruthless about building them had the largest. The Raligisst were used up in the construction. To young as a people to develop a proper society, their culture was crushed before it could grow. Bred as slaves, born as slaves and used as slaves they quickly were broken and integrated into the Societies of those five city states which first encountered them.

They had grown large and powerful. Their temples were the largest to the great Divine Sphere. Their Blindseers the most feared in all of the Plainslands. Old Yush, first of the city states and greatest of the cities. Fair Ilas, with its endless waterfalls fuelled by Raligisst slave-mages. Warlike Kosh, known for the fiercest of warlitters and first to use copper. And the twin cities of Oz and Iz eternally warring, eternally allied against all comers, sitting on the mouth of the greatest River of the Plainslands the Grand Oziz. These five loomed largest amongst the Plainsfolk.

Amongst them a complex caste-system had arisen. Foremost the vaunted Priestly Class of the Blindseers, followed by the Mage-Nobility and the Litter-Nobility. The first were those granted the divine waters from the temples and got the lions share of the conquered Sacrament Sites. The latter were the owners of the Raligisst and Warlitter breeding pits. Then came the lesser merchants, lesser mages (those which were usually not involved in warlike pursuits), the free-litters, an exceedingly rare group of Tavros Warlitterkin who had been born free and somehow established small dynasties of their own, followed by the commoners and finally the Raligisst Slaves. Even they were trained in magic, but kept carefully ignorant of the warring ways of it, but only taught of those arts which could be used in servile ways. It was a complex caste-system which was as fragile as it was successful.

For as complex as the lives of the Plainsfolks had become, as complex was their divine Cosmos...at least compared to all other species. First was the Divine Sphere, ever-shifting and changing as it reached new confingurations it would also change its purpose. Sphere of War, Sphere of Power, Sphere of Magic, Sphere of Creation...and so on.

Then there was the Lender of Rites, Karthos, a strange figure, halfborn son of the Divine Sphere, he was deemed outcast by it, but still divine. As such he was worshipped almost exclusively amongst the warlitters and their breeders.

Finally more recently a different cult had arisen: the Cult of the Black Father. For in the throes of the primordial chaos the Sphere of Creation married the Black Father and together they birthed the Universe. It is rumored that a recent eclipse hinted at a return of the Black Father and with him of either the primordial chaos or a new age.
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-Heart of the Jungles-

With the rising of the altars of Lu, the raiding grew in intensity. The Chichisy, now fully united, began squashing the disunited Tavros rapidly. The Junglefolk, on the backfoot had been reduced to three tribes when the fruits of Phalanalin finally showed their true worth. Armed with Magic the struggle evened out as the Chichisy were reluctant to sacrifice Tavros, as they required them for their daily tortures and thus were unable to counter the Junglefolk mages. Still, in the dense foliage a single hunter with a spear was as much worth as any one mage if he could but stay hidden.

The Chichisy grew in numbers and in their cruelty did not forget to forcibly breed the Tavros. In a way torture could be inflicted even in birth and procreation if one was creative and sadistic enough. Their society however stayed simplistic, worship was done in the same place as the evening entertainment: torture domes in which hundreds could watch as Tavros harred excruciating existences. There ritualistic tortures praised the Depraved Lord of Pain, the Dark God of Blood Lu and the Mother of Slaves, the trifecta of Chichisy faith. It was a dark mythology as monstrous as its faithful.

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Ironically on the other side of the First none of that was happening. Varalin was living out a happy existence amongst her children, who accepted the stranger without reservations. Centuries spent in quiet happiness, many a friend and the occasional lover. The resulting children, were different from the rest. Far more somber and stern than their kin, they seemed endlessly melancholic, not sad but were their kind frolicked through nature, they sang heartbreaking songs, danced alone under the stars or wandered the more remote part of their isolated valley.

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Marrowquick becomes the Deathslayer
Marrowquick meets an unknown fate in the Acterian Caves
The Raligisst come into existence
they are enslaved by the Plainsfolk
the Plainsfolk develop locally copper
The Lioaesda and the Zildylir are created
Lu raises Sacrificial Altars in the Jungles
Varalin lives amongst her children and creates due to her emotional state a more morose kind of them.

Spoiler:  War of Wrath Gambit (click to show/hide)

Players: Acter, Cerediron, Phalanalin, Gai-Gen vs. Kol
Goals: Imprison Kol vs. Deter/Slay/Imprison the Opposing Gods
Open Cards:
Lifeslayer
Deathslayer - Marrowquick -

Spoiler:  The Universe (click to show/hide)

The Darkness: A sense depriving universe covering barrier, against which even the Gods are not entirely immune.
-the Lioaesda, eldritch beings which worship Phalanalin and Ralkiesis and devour the darkness and in return are devoured by it.
 
The Shadowpaths: a way for mortals to traverse the Shadowpaths and travel rapidly around. Unfortunately the Shadowpaths gates are largely random and only long study makes controlled travelling possible.

Luar - The Sun

The First
- Floating Island with lush wilderness and wildlife
-The Three Trees Of Might, Mortality and Wisdom
- The Serpents Fruits
Acterians
Blind subterranean humanoids with the Second Sight, Pain Resistance, Frugal, Obsidian Crafting - they are led by Kol
Tribes (overall no more than thirty thousand)

Phopu
Nomadic Plant People
Copses (tribes, no more than two hundred thousand)

Blessed Ones Extinct?
Plant people enhanced by the Gaze of the Sun Eagles, grown to titanic proportions
Worshipped by the Phopu


Reedy Ones
Thin, pale weak Phopu who can rapidly grew on trees and suck their lifeblood.
no more than twenty thousand

Holy Ones Extinct
Plant People enhanced by the Gaze of the Sun Eagles, grown to titanic proportions, enhanced in strength wisdom and character strength.
Transcended Mortality.


The Mantaleafs
Giant floating Mantarays of plant matter
several hundred

-The Ground
The Falaenites
Giant Skywhales, living off of Magic, able to take any form they like. Excrements and corpses create new life.
no more than eight thousand

The Tavros
Beastmen of various kinds living in nomadic clannish tribes. Currently there are the Plains and the Jungle Tavros.
The latter are led by the twelve Kovash, a larger, stronger and more intelligent breed of Beastman

The Plainsfolk
Magocratic City States warring over the right to use the Sacraments.

The Junglefolk
Squabbling Tribes, led by the now only 3 Kovash, wielding one of the swords of unity and using magic

The Chichisy
Sado-Masochistic Lizardmen, which have recently massively grown in numbers due to being united under a single leader and discovering the joys of torturing the Tavros. Live in a simplistic society built on torture.


The Children of Varalin

The Greens
First children of Varalin, happy joyful forest spirits, living secluded existences in an isolated valley. No more than three thousand

The Blues
Children born when Varalin lived among her creations, they are more melancholic and ten to be loners, no more than a few dozen

Zildylir
Messengers and Librarians of Ralkiesis, Keeper of the Book of Truths, whose whole existence is centered around said book.


The Second

The Third
Copy of the Second, Part of the Sacrament of the First and Third

The Temple Fortress of Tartarus

Mirdanrond - the Council of the Gods

The Star Prison of Luar

Spoiler:  The House of Might (First House) (click to show/hide)

Lu
3 Acts

Worshipped as the Sun by the Phopu (1 Act/turn)
Worshipped as the God of Blood by the Chichisy (1 Act/turn)


Tartin
4 Acts

Armiles, Knight of Might

The Sun Eagles, Hounds of Might
Worshipped as Sons of Lu by the Phopu

Spoiler:  The House of Twisting Shadows (Second House) (click to show/hide)

Phalanalin
3 Acts

Worshipped as the Twister by the Phopu (1 Act/turn)
Worshipped as the Bringer of Hope by the Junglefolk
Worshipped as the God of Death and Life by the Lioaesda (1 Act/turn)

Yras, Knight of Twisting Shadows

Spoiler:  The House of Truth (Elder House) (click to show/hide)

Ralkiesis
3 Acts

Worshipped by the Lioaesda as the Divine Creator (1 Act/turn)
Worshipped by the Plainsfolk as the Black Father (1 Act/turn)

Tutelspera
3 Acts

Worshipped as the Divine Sphere by the Plainsfolk (2 Acts/turn)
Worshipped as the Mother of Slaves by the Chichisy
Worshipped by the Faelenites (1 Act/turn)

Emissary of Truth - Magi of Truth

Divine Messenger - No Position

Karthos - Lender of Rights - no Position

The Book of Truth - A mighty Artifact which records any and all Truths of the Universe
The Spire of Truth - An Obsidian Spire recording the Acts of all the Gods

Spoiler:  The House of Making (Elder House) (click to show/hide)

Cerediron
3 Acts

Gai-Gen
4 Acts

Tanryn, The Hounds of Making
7 beings in the form of Acterians

Tanrochir, Knight of Making
Adamantine Stone Giant

Spoiler:  The House of Torment (Younger House) (click to show/hide)

Yeg'Greth
4 Act

Worshipped as the Lord of Pain by the Chichisy (2 Acts/turn)

Avatar of Torment - a mortal shell for Yeg-Greth

Spoiler:  The House of Acter(Emergent House) (click to show/hide)

Acter
2 Acts

Varalin
1 Act

The Griffons, the Hounds of Acter

Spoiler:  Religions (click to show/hide)

Acterians
?

Phopu Faith
Espouses Pilgrimage, Self-Sacrifice
The Divine Sun: Creator of the Phopu, Giver of Life (Lu)
The Suns Sons: Granters of Blessings (The Sun Eagles)
The Suns Daughters: Protectors of the Great Copse (The Twin Suns)
Holy Ones: The Divine Mediators of Lu
Blessed Ones: Chosen Ones of the Sun

Faelenites Myth Complex
Tutelspera: Divine Creator

Cult of the Divine Sphere (Plainsfolk, Raligisst)
Espouses Arete, Worship
The Divine Sphere: Creator of the Tavros, God of War, Magic, Agriculture (and a dozen other aspects) - Tutelspera
The Wandering Outcast: Kathos Lender of Rites
The Black Father: Ralkiesis, Primordial Creator, Esoteric Being

Junglefolk Myths
The Divine Sphere: Creator of the Tavros -Tutelspera
The Elder One: Creator of the Kovash - Tartin
The Bringer of Hope: The Celestial Snake - Phalanalin
The Bloodthirsty One: Lu

The Chichisy Faith
Lord of Pain: Yeg'Greth
Lord of Blood: Lu
Mother of Slaves: Tutelspera

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Varalin had been oblivious to the rest of the world's going on's. Cuddling with one of their children ((Literally this time.)) Stroking their morose head and whispering loving remarks. How they were so special and how she loved them. How they were great and wonderful and their singing voice was beautiful.

They were wonderful. Life here was wonderful. To Varalin...it felt like these people these creations fit in with her that she had made something that could understand her more than any other creature with their emotional intensity.

She almost....fit in.

She....adored them and she wanted them to be stronger. Beloved. Happy. Very happy. It was such that she came up with a plan to help them be kickstarted along with happiness.[/i]

Minor act:
Varalin stays with her morose children taking care of and nurturing them lovingly and motherly.

Then her next plan came into action.

Slowly over the next 20 years in mortal eyes. Soft wonderful springs full of clean hot water that cleansed one of filth and dirt and relaxed people began to form across the valley.

The Hotspring's of Improvement as Varalin dubbed them.

They not only cleaned well and were relaxing but they installed an overall boost to someone's  mental, Psychical and other capabilities for life which their offspring will inherit. The boost is a one-time thing for each individual and the offspring of those who have already used the spring can still get this boost by relaxing in one themselves.

The springs cannot harm anything and the boosts do not cause any changes to how someone's body looks.

The boost cannot harm the ones being boosted.

Varalin makes sure to take a soak herself to see if it improves her forms physical strength and her mental capabilities. It would be fascinating if she could make herself smarter through this.

The hot springs have her symbol emblazoned on the stone of it. With her name below it.

[NUKE9.13]

"Well now. There are two possible meddlers here. I suppose it would be unfair to choose one over the other, so I believe it would be wisest to extract revenge on both."

The Lioaesda, just getting started in life, suddenly find their protection is no more. The cloying Darkness descends on them, crushing the life out of their fragile forms.

Act: Destroy the Lioaesda.

The Chichisy stalk through the jungle, black-hearted, thinking themselves lords of the night.

Whereupon the night rears up, in the form of a giant snake. Yras, the Knight of Shadows, has descended upon the surface of the First. And his task is clear: grant the Chichisy painless deaths.
Accompanying him are thousands of serpents, that slither up from the jungle floor and sink their fangs into the Chichisy. Their venom is insidiously designed to torment the untormentable Chichisy- in that it is a powerful anesthetic, that prevents the victim from feeling any pain, even as they slowly succumb.

Act: Create the Paineater Serpents, a species of snake whose venom is both deadly and sense-numbing. They obey the commands of Phalanalin and her servants.
Order: Yras to the First's jungles, to exterminate the Chichisy, with the help of the Paineaters.

"It's nothing personal. Oh, no, wait, it absolutely is."

[Jerick]

Responding to Phalanalin attack on his mortal creations Ralkieis moves to protect the Lioaesda "Reckless, reckless in the extreme. You seek retribution for a suspected act. You are ever ignorant and brash, there is no wisdom or deception in this only petty vindictiveness. Vindictiveness that is aimed at the wrong target. You fail at wisdom, you fail at deception and now you will fail at brute force. You have become an obstacle so I will remove you. If I do not you will continue to lash out pettily" Act: Oppose the destruction of Lioaesda(and start a gambit with Phalanalin)