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[Yellow Pixel]

The telepathic conversation will continue later...

"So I will try to create banana bombs by saturating bananas with happy energy! And I will store them in my castle!"

((Sorry, but I must disconnect and cannot come back before tomorrow.))

[Knightwing64]

(TURN, ME WANT TURN. EXCEPT IF BAD, IF BAD ROLL AGAIN THEN POST! Lol. Jk)

[Unraveller]

(( I give it about six hours.  C:   ))

[Knightwing64]

(( I give it about six hours.  C:   ))

 

(I don’t think I’ll make it till then. Especially in this smelly freaking car.)

[Unraveller]

TURN TWELVE
Panic!
Cry!
Havoc!
'Tis nigh!

- % Amon % -

FATES DESCISION - INVOKE THE BEYOND - 1d10 + 3 (Transcendant Aspect) + 1 (Luck) = 13!

[color=]"B-Boss?"[/color] The meek little voice of Gazey eeks toward Amon as he begins to stand, casting off the flesh he'd borne until now. The creature's eye focused in one him, it was nary a chameleonic stare, no, a contortion in his primitive mouth spoke of concern, but more so of fear. [color=]"You. . . Still in there boss?"[/color] The boulder-sized eyeball spoke, inching out from beyond the ruminating Beast of Basalt. No immediate response came to them, rather, as Amon turned away from gazing upon his newly minted form, those burning azure eyes glared back. Again Gazey hid behind BoB, shuddering so. The colossus continued to sit, having formed legs of stone crossed in on one another, that makeshift, feature-void head of their's resting upon a pillar like arm. As strange and hateful life takes form below the extreme height of the marble plataeu, the Cosmic Throne continues to hum. Rythmically do the words of its cracked slate shift speaking out to the three beings before it silently, unperturbed is the Creator's Throne having lost its cloak of starlight to the mystic whose blood has paid in kind.

Amon, your gaze turns away from your creations, upward into the night sky that lingers over this Nameless World. As it grows more and more distant by the hour, the gleaming silver moon shares your gaze -- The crest stamped or seared upon its grand surface beckons curiosity, as simple as the shape is. For now, you look beyond it, to the vastness, to the twinkling of worlds unconnected in distance infinitum. There, as you stand wrapped in the cosmos, staring deep into creation's womb, for the first time perhaps you muse on the true scope of all things. A flash, and image strikes into your head, for the briefest moment you're certain that spindled roots and gnarled bark stretched deep into the darkness far beyond perception. A nostalgic chill runs down your spine. But such things pass, and again you find yourself lost in the infinite black, finally once more the ethereal light of the moon calls to you, and so one of your six arms is raised thereto.

You grasp tightly a shaft of moonlight to which your fingers sup upon. Disembodied, a ghostly voice strikes you;



Such words fall flat upon your mind as the silver light continues to feed into you, it is a pleasant feeling, one that overcomes your astrally warped body and salves the pain you bear. But only just so, the flesh is unmended, the scars that this artefact of unknowable power has bedighted you with may remain eternally so. Amon gains 1 Wound, but this wound is tied to his wreathing of the Cosmos, and not his meaty innards still within. As the light intermingles with your body, to two coaelesce, dazzling over to the Throne with spectacle. That empty Throne. . . Almost as if on cue, the golem of volcanic rock speaks, "'Tis this the seat of God, wherein be the figure theirself? Why, this seat be unsat? And to where fled the Creator?" His unanswerable questions fall upon you as you're still attempting to justify the images shown to you. They only prove to further pique your curiosity of Creation. Of this game you and the seven others have come to play. When at last you come to put these thoughts aside, you find this body of yours to feel weightless as the stars that flutter overhead, that you're able to move as you please by neither wing, nor wind. Amon gains the FLYING trait

Then once more a voice comes, this time clear and understood, almost. . . Innocent in its tone of voice. Another mystic deigns to treat with you. That Yellow One.


- Dr. Unpleasant -

FATES DESCISION - BOWS & BUILDING - 1d10 + 2 (Primary Aspect) = 10!

Like stewards over the rabble, nobly do the Ashen Idols perfectly scuplted forms stride upon their dark steeds, overseeing the embered zombies and malicious skeletons as you do your workings. Further do the undead servants entrench your position, some continually clearing the mud as others cut and stack the clay-like material, building up a good position there between the inert volcano and yellow keep to the east. In a sense, the deluge of rain had been a sort of blessing to your endeavours here, packing the soot and ash into workable form as it did. The Hateful Dead are divided so, the human-like squat figures to one side, and assorted beasts to the other. With a flick of your wrist, the pets, livestock, and wild creatures of olde crumble to a pile of loose bones. Another quick movement and their bodies are rearanged into powerful greatbows, sinew their strings and serated teeth their arrowheads. Without delay a formiddable army has taken your back, the Enkindled Ones as bronze-clad infantry, hot to the touch. The Hateful Dead as skirmishers and screens. And the Ashen Idols as the heavy shock cavalry, trampling 'neath stone hooves and breaking lines with obsidian blades. Overlooking the still fortress on the horizon, pondering your next move in this clear siege, the Ruby-Eye awakens once more, a wave of heat dancing down the twisted staff to you as the golden-black slit stares your way.

Hateful Dead -- Population: Many -> Numerous
Hateful Dead gain EQUIPMENT: Bone Greatbows.


- Yellow Pixel -

FATES DESCISION - BOMBS OF JOY - 1d10 + 1 = 7

Fervantly you casts messages out onto the winds of magick to the north beyond the sea. It's no secret that night on anywhere in this Nameless World that you can see the immense pillar of rock on-top which the Cosmic Throne is sat. Let alone that swirling veil of starlight, most curious then was it that the vast nebulic dust had all but vanished, surely one of the other seven's doing. Without any time to spare however, you order your ever-so-useful .squirrels to gather up good handfuls of the ripest bananas from the Happiness Feeder within the castle. In haste, you've a trove of the finest, most sweet smelling, yellowest bunches you'd ever laid pixels on. So of course the most logical reaction is to stuff them full of explosives joy! In response to the seige camp slowly building up on the horizon, and the growing forces of the icky undead, what better a way to combat them? After gazing into the smiling faces of the Jumping Spiders as they idly hop about, you weave your magicks, it's a small spell, but one that will become invaluable should that dead army march on you. Or so you hope, regardless it gives the .squirrels a good option of attack! Many Mirth Bombs have been created!


- Clesydros -

FATES DESCISION - CRYSTALLINE DRAGONFLY - 1d10 + 2 (Primary Aspect) + 1 (The First Slate) + 2 (Aided by Kosmites -- 1/2 Skill) = 7

Though you use your words to do so, perhaps some nature of personality beyond anything else, the archeolgy-absorbed Kosmites pique their faces upward toward you even as you merely begin to conceptualize your plan. By the time you'd only half decided to split the creatures up it seems they'd picked up on your wishes; a slight distinction from them being an extention of your will, but a distinction nonetheless. If nothing else, your subconscious mind is most definitely linked to them, beyond the mere commandments of your desires, unlike the Kruovios who continue their ambling work. As most of the tailed and delicate formed Kosmites begin to harvest the thin patches of crystal growth in thanks to the lifecycle of the Crystallivore Robins that sweep low to the earth, a small contingent begin to head the marble foundation's way. In doing so, handfuls of the crystals that make up their bodies are ground and crushed into that of gritty powder, not overly fine. Therein between each stone and rough block this powder is beset where it lays and lives only to grow yet more. Such a mortar will set slowly no doubt, needing to wait for the magicks within to gather enough form throughout this land's past, but should they be fully realized, the tower will be as stout as the stone itself.

The prancing Kosmites seem to share in your enthusiasm Clesydros, bearing armfuls of the Time Crystals and rendering it to the shapes of your imagining. Yet the sculpt requires a bit of magic true, these emergent beings and the aid they give to you is invaluable and. . . To a degree, soothing to the heart, even one as well worn as yours. Another spell echoes into this world's past, doing little more than shaping up the dust untouched of aeons past where the Kosmites do gather it. When at last this working is complete, her great insectoid form stands lifelessly and broad across the growing fields. And now. . . The hard part.

FATES DESCISION - IMBUING LIFE - 1d10 + 1 (The First Slate) = 8

You run your fingers along her broad, shimmering wings splayed out far across the land on either side. You run your hand about the great, strong legs with which to lift mountains. Then to her underbelly a great store built of that green-glass for which a veritable army could hide. And finally to the pair of spectacled many-split eyes, there between the rigid antennae you cast the spark of will, "Anassa. . ." You dub her gently. The dragonfly flutters slowly awake, her wings beat thrice in succession, sending a few of the Kosmites skittering as others stare on in a sense of growing curiosity. She stretches out those long legs for a few moments before darting her gaze here, there, and all about. It settles on you as those mandibles chatter, the collective thoughts of you and the Kosmites funneling in. What shocks you most is neither her beauty, nor her clear independance, but rather when her mouth chitters in rudimentary code, having plumped the depths of your mind for a method of communication. ..-. .- - .... . .-. ..--.. The sound reverberates across her mandibles in an echoing pitch.

Spoiler: Anassa (click to show/hide)

Population - Solitary
Stature - Commercial Airplane sized.
Notes: Requiring a vessle with which to travel when translocation need not apply, Clesydros and his Kosmites formed the shape of a massive Dragonfly from the Time Crystals. He then imbued it with a will of its own and connected it true to the others.

Wounds - 4/4
Might - 4
Skill - 2
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 2

INTELLIGENT: This is no mere animal.
COLLECTIVE INTELLECT: This creature is connected to others bearing this trait (Kosmites and Clesydros) mentally. Able to share in their experiences and thoughts.
FLYING: This creature can fly!
CAPACITY: This creature can hold within itself a population level of 'Many' for human-sized creatures.

- Shapeless Apparition -

FATES DESCISION - IMPROVED ARMOUR - 1d10 + 3 (BUD'S Skill) = 13!
FATES DESCISION - ENBIGGENING NODES - 1d10 + 1 (Secondary Aspect) = 2

As your shapeless body undulates and cascades the innate magicks within up the long strands of semi-solid matter connecting you to the continent above, your replicated cells instantly begin rolling and bouncing about this relic of an arena to do your bidding. Masonry untouched by the ravages of time, the bones of unsung heroes of the Colosseum ages ago, discarded and decayed arms and armaments, all absorbed by the rolling Buds who investigate every nook and cranny of this once grand place, vastly improving your time management. Unforunately it seems no matter how hard you focus at the moment, you cannot seem to affect the growth of your earth eating nodes beyond the cavern ceiling, deep within there's a rumbling, perhaps its merely the vestiges of the food you'd just consumed throwing you off, making you feel bloated and useless. Should the Apparition even have such feelings. Regardless, after some time, your children roll on back to you and exple their processed matters back into your prodigious body. scattered metals alloying iron, copper, gold, and bronze into a sort of exterior skin, the varying colours swirling therein grant you a type of otherwordly eminence. Below the well crafted stone of this place reinforced that metal barrier, heavy though it might be for the average sort, your strange physiology makes it trivial. Then deeper within, adding to the internal structure of your most delicate parts are yet more bones, fossilized and hardened by time. All in all, this new armor will likely protect your supple 'flesh' from many a wound.


- Maria 'Habitat' Violet -

FATES DESCISION - SCRYING - 1d10 = 10!

The skies and the sea shudder from the immense strength of magicks entwining, with the horizon set ablaze. Worry in your heart, you rush down to where the waters lick at the coast and quickly dig a small divot in the sand and silt. Eventually a wave crashes upon you and fills the little hole with waters touched by fright. To the tiny pond you speak a few mystic words, mixing in it the silver glow of the moon. Your scying here is perfect, it sucks in the eyes and treats them as if they were truly there on the continent to the south east. You bear witness to all that follows. . .


- '?' - & - Hood -

LONE SOLDIER RESISTS OBLITERATION -- 1d10 + 2 (Hardiness) = 7
BEASTKIN RESIST OBLITERATION -- 1d10 + 2 (Hardiness) = 5
CHROME BITS RESIST OBLITERATION -- 1d10 + 3 (Hardiness) = 5
ELEMENTALS RESIST OBLITERATION -- 1d10 + 1 (Hardiness) + 2 (Composition) = 7
FORGOTTEN RESIST OBLITERATION -- 1d10 + 2 (Hardiness) = 5
BARROWHOLD RESISTS OBLITERATION -- 1d10 + 3 (Hardiness) = 13!

Rippling power twiling over itself with its other side dredges stones up from the land below. Rock, fossil, the invisible voidlines themselves are pulled into the singularity at the meeting point between that anhilating red-black force and the nothingness of that abyssal ray. The east truly shudders 'neath this magickal struggle, searing and vanishing a great valley in the earth, tearing itself all the way from the Keep of Black Apathy to the northern shore. The Continent itself nearly deigns to split should these titantic spells be continued, should their immense powers be wrought upon the world itself, none could say what would be left. Bolts of the void, bolts of destruction all wrack out from the twisting of their spells, striking everything nearby. . .

"Be steady!" The Soldier calls out as the warped elementals dive for the Abyssal Sailor, before she can realize it, a few more of the Beastkin are rendered to nothing under the powers' duress. But still, those that clung on stand tall, readying their abyssal sword as about two thirds of the Chrome Bits reach the ship, the rest having been devoured by those obliterating forces. At last, the they clash!

FATES COLLIDE! - ELEMENTALS VS. ABYSSAL SAILOR & BITS -
DESTRUCTION ELEMENTALS ATTACK! -- 1d10 + 5 (Might) = 14!
BEASTKIN COUNTERATTACK -- 1d10 + 2 (Skill) + 1 (Leadership) = 5
CHROME BITS SUPPORT -- 1d10 + 3 (Skill) = 11!

Unable to gain any solid targetting on the elementals under the waves of energy continually pulsing across the skies, the remaining crew of the Abyssal Sailor have all gathered to the top deck, without any sort of consideration at all, those emenating destructive beings continue their flight, crashing straight into the defending line. Though bearing blades of the same abyssal energies now in concert with their foe's magick, the Beastkin are unable to halt the sudden onslaught, the elementals merely flowing over the bodies of the fervent rat people, destroying them wholecloth. One pass of their purely wrecking limbs disintegrates through their flesh and shadowed curiasses with no resistance at all. It looks dire, it looks like the end, before scattered rays of non-light clash against the ruinous bodies ofc the elementals, striking them back in a much smaller scale version of their masters' contest. With many of the Beastkin scorched from this world, the Lone Soldier bellows out to the remaining few, "We shall not fall! Her will be done!" The slightest tear cascades from her voided eyes into the air, demanding the rest of the beast men to wrest control of the ship once more, "The Bits will cover us, aim for that giant of bone! Our spirits will strike true!" With all haste does the great ship of stone drink in the sky and accelerate toward the Barrowhold Giant, flanking its side where Hood's beam reaches not. Darting, surging forth in unpredictable and intermittent movements, the Chrome Bits, sheened and laquered by the void continue to block the advance of the Destruction Elementals, whether that be with their own bodies, or their concentrated fire.

Beastkin -- Population: Some -> Few
Chrome Bits -- Population: Numerous -> Many

FATES COLLIDE! - HOOD VS. '?' -
ENTROPIC BEAM -- 1d10 + 3 (Might) + 2 (Primary Aspect) = 14!
NOTHINGNESS RAY -- 1d10 + 5 (Might) + 2 (Primary Aspect) = 8

Neither side lets up in the slightest; from the hightest twisting spire '?' continues to struggle, veinlike webs of black slinkering off her legs into the shadow stone of the keep, grasping for any power yet more she could pump into the spell. While Hood's immense eruption of crimson magicks began to peel the skin from his hands, and further still disintegrate the skeletal Forgotten whom supported him from the titan's chest, it was clear the longer this went on, the worse the outcome would be for either side as the center of the beams rippled in together into power rivalling the Creator. In the corner of his eye he could make out the Abyssal Sailor diving straight for him, only all the more reason to finish this here and now. Without their face even contorting in the slighest, Hood pushed every ounce of his spiteful being into the spell, another burst of ruinous power sending its way miles across the suffering land. Moment after moment, the nothingness of the void light began to dwindle, to be pushed back even as swept in the destructive energy in its demise. As blood-like red seeped further toward her fingertips, the Onyxian God could feel her falselife slipping away, the spire was torn apart brick by brick around here, blasted into nothingness by destructive arcs that tore off their clash. The inky voidwell had begun to dry, the Keep of Black Apathy shook with a violent upheaveal, the night sky had been all by extinguished, and the earth would bear a great scar forevermore. Hope was bleaker than ever before. . .

Forgotten -- Population: Some -> Few

'?' recieves a wound from the strain of the mixing energies being forced her way.
Hood feels that he could potentially escape from the struggle unharmed before it grows out of control should he choose to. Noting still the oncoming ship. And just as well, the fate's could fall in his foes favour just as easily as well, fickle they be.

[Knightwing64]

Still waiting for a response from the strange yellow creature, Amon contemplates the future. Will someone go after him? If so, What can he do to prevent that... “Ahaha! I know! Why is the king afraid of the king from a different land? They have the same skills, What makes him different?  His army! Therefore, I need a army!”

Starlight once again gathers upon Amin’s form, Perhaps even stronger then before. Wild whirlwinds of magic surround himself as he casts a great astral spell.

Amon further empowers and eldritchifys the Menthuselah, As well as making them loyal to the one true god. Me.

“Also, Don’t worry Gazey, I’m okay.” Amon smiles and gives adorable Gazey and Bob a hug.


Character sheet:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Amon
Appearance: A tall man covered in a purple robe. His eyes are a haunting blue.
Map Color: Purple
Extra Info/Trivia: As a pleasure seeker, He has no common ethics and just pursues stimulation. He saw anything as his toys or playmates. His words can be very persuasive and he often misled others by speechcraft.
However, Amon first and foremost values his life. His deceitful fraudulent, and somewhat reckless attitude was but a cover.

Primary Mystic Aspect: Concept manipulation.
Secondary Mystic Aspect: Mental.
Wounds: 3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower = 4
Might: 1
Skill: 3
Hardiness: 1
Willpower: 5

Inventory: Robes

TRANSCENDANT ASPECT: ASTRAL -- When casting astrally aligned magicks, he gains a +3 to such rolls. This addition does not stack with the channeling of the Cosmic Throne, as it is much one in the same.

MYSTIFYING: Any direct action taken against these creatures that includes looking upon them recieves a -1 to the roll thanks to their warping and inexplicable forms.

FLYING: This creature can fly!

Gazey:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Gazey
Population - Solitary
Statue - Basketball Sized, muscular stone legs
Notes: The only Gazeling that was not sent away by Amon's surge of wild magick. Now intelligent, this fellow seems to have taken quite the shine to Amon and BoB

Wounds 1/1
Might - 2
Skill - 1
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 2

CHAOTIC: There's no telling when this creature might do the unexpected. It's loyalty is difficult to maintain.
INTELLIGENT: This is no mere animal.
CHAMELEONIC STARE: Should this creature focus its gaze upon a certain image long enough, it begins to mimic the concepts therein. Though perhaps on a simpler side that the original.
MYSTIFYING: Any direct action taken against these creatures that includes looking upon them recieves a -1 to the roll thanks to their warping and inexplicable forms.

Bob:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Bob:
Population - Solitary
Stature - A small Island's size
Notes: A creature composed of stone, granted a chaotic life by Amon on Turn Zero. It bears no solid shape or countenance, merely a mass of basalt that moves with some animalistic purpose. On Turn Five, Amon instilled in it Assimilation, to which it absorbed the rest of the isle. Also known as BoB, this being is quite the ruminating sort

Wounds - 12/12
Might - 5
Skill - 1
Hardiness - 6
Willpower - 1

CHAOTIC: There's no telling when this creature might do the unexpected. It's loyalty is difficult to maintain.
INTELLIGENT: This is no mere animal.
LIFELESS FORM: This creature cannot regenerate lost wounds without great magicks set to do so, even then the process is tricky.
MYSTIFYING: Any direct action taken against these creatures that includes looking upon them recieves a -1 to the roll thanks to their warping and inexplicable forms.

[Naturegirl1999]

Try to create a large photosynthetic flying creature that I could ride. If able, make it look like a manta ray as they have lots of surface area and would therefore collect more sun. Assuming the spell to make it succeeds, try to train it nonmagically for now
I can’t stay here forever, if I wait for them to come for me, they’d damage the ecosystems. I need something that’s able to fly. The water’s stagnant mostly still, why not have it photosynthesize? Yes, if I manage to do this, I have to make sure it’ll be able to carry me and let me guide it
((Unraveller, if you’re not completely sure of my intentions, let me know. Training is different from summoning so the training will be after the spell and only if the spell makes a creature that can be trained. Does that make sense? Also the training will not be magical this turn, probably next turn))

[King Zultan]

"You know what alliances are boring I don't need any help in killing things that annoy me especially happy yellow castles filled with weird squirrel things, let the thing from the north come!"
Stand atop my walls and use the Ruby-eyed staff like a cutting torch and cut through parts of that stupid yellow castle thing, while the hateful dead stand atop my walls and rain arrow down on everything on top of castle, all my other soldiers should form up and get ready for when I call upon them.

-- Dr. Unpleasant --
| Dr. Unpleasant | Death/Creation Mystic |
| ♥ 6/6 | MGT:2 SKL:2 HRD:2 WIL:4 |
| (++) Death Magic | (++) Fire Magic(CD:1) | (+) Creation Magic |

Spoiler: Dr. Unpleasant (click to show/hide)

Appearance: An older man with a mustache that always looks angry.
Map Color: Black
Extra Info/Trivia: Not a pleasant person to be near as he hates everyone and everything and he lets everyone know it.

Primary Mystic Aspect: Death
Secondary Mystic Aspect: Creation

Wounds: 6/6 (3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower = 3+1+2= 6)
Might: 2
Skill: 2
Hardiness: 2
Willpower: 4

Inventory:

• Robes
• Ruby-Eyed Staff
• • Notes: Created by  Dr. Unpleasant on Turn Nine by combining the ruby-eye orb with a bronze spear.
• • Effect: Grants a +2 bonus to Fire Magic, with a one turn cooldown.

Minions:
| POP LVL 4 | Ashen Idols | HUMAN SIZE | ASH HUMANOID |
| ♥ 1 | MGT:2 SKL:1 HRD:3 WIL:0 |
| MINDLESS | WATER SOLUBLE | LIFELESS FORM | EQUIPMENT | MOUNTED |

Spoiler: Ashen Idols (click to show/hide)

Population - Numerous
Stature - Average Humanoid
Notes: Perfectly sculpted men of ash and soot. While they are little more than puppets, their danger and use is made certain in large enough numbers. Given a false life by Dr. Unpleasant on Turn Zero. They bear arms and armour of obsidian and dacite.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 2
Skill - 1
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creator's rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
WATER SOLUBLE: These creatures' construction is disrupted by sufficient enough water.
LIFELESS FORM: This creature cannot regenerate lost wounds without great magicks set to do so, even then the process is tricky.
EQUIPMENT: These creatures are equipped with heavy armaments of stone that may slow them down, however under durress will often protect them from physical wounds 30% of the time. Their swords and spears of obsidian are incredibly sharp, though somewhat brittle, no doubt they can rend flesh and cloth with ease.
MOUNTED: This created sits upon a steed, [Gray Horses]. They gain the ability to traverse land quickly, as well as bonuses to battling units who stand smaller than the stature of their steed. - In this case, large horses.

| POP LVL 6 | Enkindled Ones | 1/2 HUMAN SIZE | EMBER HUMANOID |
| ♥ 1 | MGT:2 SKL:0 HRD:2 WIL:0 |
| MINDLESS | EMBER BODIES | LIFELESS FORM | EQUIPMENT |

Spoiler: Enkindled Ones (click to show/hide)

Population - Abundant
Stature - Half the size of an average man, yet broad.
Notes: On Turn Four, Dr Unpleasant raised the perfectly perserved ashen bodies of small men whom perished in a great blaze long ago. They still crackle with heat, like embers, and act little more than like zombies now.

Wounds - 2/2
Might - 2
Skill - 0
Hardiness - 2
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creators rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
EMBER BODIES:  These creatures emenate a permenant heat below their soot-skin, just enough to set tinder alight and cause burns to those who come in contact with them for long enough. Heat continuously pours from their skin.
EQUIPMENT: These creatures are equipped with ancient mail and armaments of bronze.

| POP LVL 4 | The Hateful Dead | VARIOUS |
| ♥ 1 | MGT:2 SKL:1 HRD:3 WIL:0 |
| MINDLESS |

Spoiler: The Hateful Dead (click to show/hide)

Population - Numerous
Stature - Varies from humanoids to beasts.
Notes: In retaliation for Yellow Pixel raining on their parade, Dr. Unpleasant raised all manner of skeletal and perserved corpses from deep below the earth to dig into the Banana Castle and destroy it. These creatures are various undead with destruction as their sole purpose. Recreated after the first batch was killed by Yellow Pixel.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 2
Skill - 1
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creators rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
EQUIPMENT: Bone Greatbows.

[Strik3r]

With one, trembling hand, laid upon Anassa's crystalline face, Cleydros' looks upward at her, his mouth slightly ajar, his lower lip quivering. He closes his eyes as his forehead makes contact with her's, to respond to her. Not by speaking aloud but rather to her thoughts, but responding to her in the same way she spoke to him. Even though Clesydros knows that he probably doesn't need to do so, something compels him to do so anyway.

Spoiler: Cleydros' words (click to show/hide)

-.. . -.-. .. -.. . -.. .-.. -.-- / ... --- .-.-.-
Clesydros pauses for a brief moment, before continuing.
-.-- . ... / .- -. .- ... ... .- .-.-.- / -- -.-- / -.. .- ..- --. .... - . .-. .-.-.- / --- ..- .-. / -.. .- ..- --. .... - . .-. .-.-.- / -.-- . - / ... ..- -.-. .... / .-- --- .-. -.. ... / .-- . .. --. .... / .... . .- ...- -.-- / --- -. / -- -.-- / .... . .- .-. - .-.-.- / .. / -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. / -. --- - / -... . .- .-. / .. - / -. --- .-- --..-- / .-- . .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / - --- / -.-. --- -- . / - --- / .... .- .-. -- .-.-.- / -. --- -. . / --- ..-. / ..- ... / -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. / -... . .- .-. / .. - .-.-.-

Parting his palm from Anassa's gargantuan face, Clesydros sighs, then adds on ". . .Perhaps these words will come to hold a meaning for you in time. . .", before turning around to address the mass of Kosmites stood now before him, looking upon Anassa as well. Their thoughts but mere instincts, feelings. Those feelings being awe, mixed with a certain feeling of safety, along with the tiniest hints of fear and uncertainty.
With a small nod of his head, Clesydros speaks telepathically to the collective. "It is true for all you as well. For all of us! We're more than some mindless army dredged up from the dirt, led by an equally mindless master! We're together as one, as family! None of us is less important or more disposable than the next, we all have a purpose within the family that is the collective. And all of us must give it our all, so that each of us will see the bright new tomorrow for themselves!"
Finishing his sudden, improvised speech Clesydros adds on "I do not know whether the words have any meaning to all of you, but surely you must understand the feelings and emotions i put into them...?"

((Yes it's intentionally bolded as to be a roll. It's only meant to be a small, extra roll for lore/character-building purposes. Hopefully that's ok? If not, feel free to simply ignore, as it's not meant to have a massive impact anyway.))

. . .

Clesydros is sat upon the ground, his sunken eyes closed, almost as if he's meditating. Perhaps he is, but he is also planning. No longer alone with nobody but himself to talk to, Clesydros instead directs his monologue toward Anassa.
"I do hope you're ready for your first true flight, Anassa. It will no doubt be the biggest one. Something terrible is happening at the Cosmic Throne. It must be investigated, but we don't know what to expect. Anassa, provided you have no objections, we will take as much as you can carry without being slowed down significantly, to the throne.

The loading requirements are quite specific and we shall take:
Clesydros, me.
The three Kruovios, each carried between a pair of your legs, Anassa.
As many Kosmites as possible, with each bringing aboard up to about half their weight in time crystals.

You might ask, what the crystals are for? Together with the Kosmites i intend to work, to add new members to our growing family while we travel. No, never an idle moment, my dear Anassa. Our adversaries certainly have none. Though, the crystals will have a secondary benefit of being able to be used as a way to provide first aid to any that might get hurt.

The new members we shall create during our journey, i am tentatively calling the "Razorwings"; Small, versatile fellows with little body, but overdeveloped limbs: Six legs to wrap around and hold onto the torso of any regularly sized humanoid form, or any object of similar size. And four comparatively gargantuan wings, big enough to carry whatever they're holding onto, the leading edge of the forewings sculpted sharp as to rend flesh. Through the connection we all share, a single Razorwing and another may work together as one, with the Razorwings acting as if they were the wings of the other being.

The intent is, to provide you, Anassa, with little assistants, that can help you drop off or pick up things, or beings, without having to stop and make yourself vulnerable. I would rather not see you involved directly in conflict, if it can be helped."

((Living wing-packs and killer cargo-drones.))

"If all are ready, we will depart for the Throne as soon as loading is complete.

If any Kosmites have to be left behind, they shall hold down the fort, such as it is, and be without guidance but their own for a while."


| Clesydros | Time/Space Mystic |
| ♥ 5/5 | MGT:1 SKL:5 HRD:2 WIL:2 |
| (++) Time Magic | (+) Space Magic | (+) All Magic |
| COLLECTIVE INTELLECT |

Spoiler: Clesydros (click to show/hide)

Appearance: A pale man in dark green-blue robes. His face is shrouded by a hood, with only a black goatee visible from beneath the hood. Has several novel time-keeping devices and calendars hanging off his robes.
Map Color:#55FFCA
Extra Info/Trivia: He speaks in an assertive, heavy voice and his words have an echo even when they have naught to echo off of. Visually, magic is #55FFCA too.

Primary Mystic Aspect: Time
"The past of our present reality is unalterable, it's distant future indeterminate. The further into past one looks, the harder it is to bring it to present, the further forward, the more difficult it is to scry.
The very nature of time itself restricts magic altering it, to effect only on local scale. The entirety of neither time nor space can be manipulated at once by anyone short of it's creator!
The nature of time is intrinsic to reality. The laws that govern it inviolable. But it does not mean they can't be bent!"

Secondary Mystic Aspect: Space
"With understanding of time and it's mastery, comes a certain equivalent of the physical dimensions. One cannot understand time, without understanding how it and spatial space are intertwined."

Wounds: 5/5 (3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower = 3+1+1=5)
Might: 1
Skill: 5
Hardiness: 2
Willpower: 2
Inventory:

• Hooded Robes
• The First Slate
• • Notes: Pulled from beginning of time by Clesydros on Turn Zero. Bears the 'Divine Grammar' thought to be chisled by the Creator of Creators themself.
• • Effect: So long as you maintain the First Slate in your possession, you gain a static +1 to all rolls when casting magicks.
• 'Enchanted Timepiece'
• • Artifact. Created by Clesydros on Turn Nine.
• • Effect: Allows holder to re-roll any 'FATE'S DECISION' from the turn prior within a limited range. The direct outcome of the original effect will be replaced with a newly-rolled effect next turn, as well as all the butterfly effects that occur therein. Counts as a magick action for power-stretching penalties.

Traits:
COLLECTIVE INTELLECT: This creature is connected to others bearing this trait (Anessa and Kosmites) mentally. Able to share in their experiences and thoughts.

"The future is yet to be written, but the past is my domain! I will pluck the realities of aeons past like ripe fruits from trees!"

Castes:

| POP LVL 2 | Kruovios | 3/2 HUMAN SIZE | DIAMOND HUMANOID |
| ♥ 5 | MGT:4 SKL:0 HRD:6 WIL:0 |
| MINDLESS | LIFELESS FORM |

Spoiler: Kruovios (click to show/hide)

Population - Small
Stature - Halfway larger than the average human.
Notes: Formed on Turn One by Clesydros by compacting all the dust and ashes encompassing a small island into humanoid form. They bear little will of their own, and likely could not act without a mystic's influence, but are extremely tough thanks to their bodies which are composed entirely of colourless crystal.

Wounds 5/5
Might - 4
Skill - 0
Hardiness - 6
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creator's rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
LIFELESS FORM: This creature cannot regenerate lost wounds without great magicks set to do so, even then the process is tricky.

| POP LVL 4 | Kosmites | HUMAN SIZE | CRYSTAL HUMANOID |
| ♥ 2 | MGT:2 SKL:4 HRD:2 WIL:0 |
| COLLECTIVE INTELLECT | REVERSE-TIME REGEN |

Spoiler: Kosmites (click to show/hide)

Population - Numerous
Stature - Average Humanoid
Notes: On Turn Seven, the Kosmites were created using the same process as the time crystals by Clesydros. They are crystalline humanoids bearing tails to keep their balance upon sharp pointed limbs.

Wounds - 2/2
Might - 2
Skill - 4
Hardiness - 2
Willpower - 0

COLLECTIVE INTELLECT: This creature is connected to others bearing this trait (Anessa and Clesydros) mentally. Able to share in their experiences and thoughts.
REVERSE-TIME REGENERATION: Born of the same material as Time Crystals, these creatures bodies are constantly reiterating into the past and echoing back to the present. In effect, they can regenerate from surprising wounds provided the past remains on their side.

| POP LVL 1 | Anassa | COMMERCIAL AIRPLANE SIZE | CRYSTAL DRAGONFLY |
| ♥ 4 | MGT:4 SKL:2 HRD:3 WIL:2 |
| INTELLIGENT | COLLECTIVE INTELLECT | FLYING | CAPACITY:(POP LVL 5 | HUMAN SIZE) |

Spoiler: Anassa (click to show/hide)

Population - Solitary
Stature - Commercial Airplane sized.
Notes: Requiring a vessel with which to travel when translocation need not apply, Clesydros and his Kosmites formed the shape of a massive Dragonfly from the Time Crystals. He then imbued it with a will of its own and connected it true to the others.

Wounds - 4/4
Might - 4
Skill - 2
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 2

Inventory:
Nothing.

INTELLIGENT: This is no mere animal.
COLLECTIVE INTELLECT: This creature is connected to others bearing this trait (Kosmites and Clesydros) mentally. Able to share in their experiences and thoughts.
FLYING: This creature can fly!
CAPACITY: This creature can hold within itself a population level of 'Many' for human-sized creatures.

((Wow it's mostly bold-text this time around. Well, things are rapidly changing in Clesydros land. Still, i'd like you to give your opinion on all this, Unraveller. Also may i ask, if its not too much trouble, to include the POP LVL shorthand in parentheses whenever you mention the population of something? POP LVL is unambiguous, where as i often have difficulty figuring out how much population one thing or another has by the text alone.))

((EDIT: added a part i forgot.))

[Magmacube_tr]

Apparition, seeing that it had just failed to expand, is unvisibly annoyed. There must be a way to guarantee its expansion, at least partially, right? After some brainstorming, a peculiar idea comes to its mind. It has simple peasants, but why not have servants with higher capabilities? Ones that will help its feeding tendrils go inside the earth easier by carving them pre-made tunnels, saving it only the more important expansion part, along with softening the material and carry it to its tendrils?

''A great idea.'' it thinks. And prepares to make them. What it has in mind is simple; A larger blob that is about two times larger than a Bud, additionally with three flappy nubs that form a clover shape at the front of the being. It names them, The Major Buds. These buds will have bit more agency in their behavior, being able to order their smaller counterparts for all kins of aid, along with being a little bit smarter to work around bigger, more overarching problems. They may even come up with their own simple ideas.

| The Major Buds |
| MEDIUM SIZE | BLOB | ♥ 2 | MGT:1 SKL:1 HRD:0 WIL:1 | ANIMALISTIC |

Spoiler:  The Major Buds (click to show/hide)

Population - Some
Stature - A bit larger than a standart humanoid.
Notes: Rollying blobs of grey matter that listen to the commands of their parent body. But unlike their dumber lessers, they do have a rudimentary will and mind, and may order them around to do its own bidding.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 0
Skill - 3
Hardiness - 0
Willpower - 0

ANIMALISTIC: This creature bears the intelligence of a common beast, and often acts on instinct. However, it may learn to obey a master.

It stops its scheming to command its older servants to make drilling and digging tools out of random metals for their larger counterparts.

A small idea stops it though. It recalls a single Bud back to it. It then orders it to absorb a fossilised femur nearby. Just to see if it can do it.

(make a large and smarter blob with fingie thingies then order the blobs to make digging crap for them. then try to establish a fully automated bud farm)


| The Shapeless Apparition | Assimilation/Change Mystic |
| ♥ 10/7 | MGT:1 SKL:1 HRD:4 WIL:4 |
| (++) Assimilation Magic | (+) Change Magic |

Spoiler:  The Shapeless Apparition (click to show/hide)

Appearance: A shapeless grey being.
Map color: Dark grey
Extra Info/Trivia: Though it may seem like a simple being, It is sapient and has a formidable level of intelligence. It squirms and fidgets.

Primary Mystic Aspect: Assimilation
Secondary Mystic Aspect: Change

Wounds: 9/7 (3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower = 3+2+2= 7)
Might: 1
Skill: 1
Hardiness: 4
Willpower: 4

Inventory:

• Nothing.

| The Buds |
| SMALL SIZE | BLOB | ♥ 1 | MGT:0 SKL:3 HRD:0 WIL:0 | ANIMALISTIC |

Spoiler:  The Buds (click to show/hide)

Population - Numerous
Stature - About the size of The Apparition before its growth.
Notes: Small rollying blobs of grey matter that listen to the commands of their parent body. While they possess no will on their own, they can still work out basic solutions to problems they encounter.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 0
Skill - 3
Hardiness - 0
Willpower - 0

ANIMALISTIC: This creature bears the intelligence of a common beast, and often acts on instinct. However, it may learn to obey a master.

[Naturegirl1999]

[[Strikr, your crystal hive mind is making me think of various colonies/Unity from Rick and Morty))

[Knightwing64]

[[Strikr, your crystal hive mind is making me think of various colonies/Unity from Rick and Morty))

(CAN YOU FEEL IT, CAN YOU FEEL THE PAIN IN MY HEART, I WANT IT! I WANT IT REAL!

20/10 singing.)

[Strik3r]

Here are the updated sheets of players who haven't post their sheets along with their actions.

The following sheets haven't been updated for 3 turns.

Spoiler:  Maria “Habitat” Violet (click to show/hide)

 
Appearance: A female human with leaves growing out of her hair
Map Color: Green
Extra Info/Trivia: She was a gardener, using her magic to care for all sorts of magical and mundane flora and fauna

Primary Mystic Aspect: Life
Secondary Mystic Aspect: Temperature

Wounds: 6.5/6.5 (3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower=3+2.5+1=6.5)
Might: 1
Skill: 2
Hardiness: 5
Willpower: 2

Inventory:

• Robes
• 'Spatial Beacon'
• • Enchanted chunk of Time Crystal, shaped like a prism.
• • Clesydros can sense it's location with exact precision.

Minions:

Spoiler: Great Hoppers (click to show/hide)

Population - Numerous
Stature - About the size of a human.
Notes: Large leaping creatures, the size of an average human, they resmble enlarged grasshoppers that leap through the fields of long grass. Food for Great Mantids

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 1
Skill - 0
Hardiness - 2
Willpower - 0

ANIMALISTIC: This creature bears the intelligence of a common beast, and often acts on instinct. However, it may learn to obey a master.
LONGSTRIDER: Traverses land at a quick pace.

Spoiler: Great Mantids (click to show/hide)

Population - Some
Stature - Taller than an average human.
Notes: Massive preying mantises that lurk amid the long grasses of the north, they prey upon the Great Hoppers with their scything limbs.

Wounds - 2/2
Might - 3
Skill - 2
Hardiness - 2
Willpower - 0

ANIMALISTIC: This creature bears the intelligence of a common beast, and often acts on instinct. However, it may learn to obey a master.

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Spoiler:  Hood (click to show/hide)

Appearance: your generic human male
Map Color: red
Extra Info/Trivia: lost all muscle control to face.

Primary Mystic Aspect: destruction
Secondary Mystic Aspect: necromancy
Wounds:4/5 (3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower = 3+1+1= 5)
Might:3
Skill:3
Willpower:2
Constitution:2

Inventory:

• Robes
• Destruction-imbued Bone Spear

Minions:

Spoiler: The Forgotten (click to show/hide)

Population - Few
Stature - Slightly taller than the average man.
Notes: On Turn Five, Hood dredged ancient beastmasters from the deep earth on the Continent of Monsters and equipped them with shields and spears. These skeletons bear additional joints in their arms and legs.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 1
Skill - 2
Hardiness - 2
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creators rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
LONGSTRIDER: Traverses land at a quick pace.
EQUIPMENT: These creatures bear shields and spears of bone.

Spoiler: Barrowhold Giant (click to show/hide)

Population - Solitary
Stature - The size of great galleon in human shape.
Notes: Hood transfigured his Barrowhold Galleon into the form a collosal skeleton. This giant is imbued with suffering spirits and towers over the land.

Wounds - 5/5
Might - 5
Skill - 2
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creators rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
LONGSTRIDER: Traverses land at a quick pace.
LIFELESS FORM: This creature cannot regenerate lost wounds without great magicks set to do so, even then the process is tricky.

Spoiler: Destruction Elementals (click to show/hide)

Population - Few
Stature - The shape of featureless men.
Notes: In a desperate effort, these spirits of pure destructive energy were bound by Hood in order to protect he and his undead from the Abyssal Sailor.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 5
Skill - 3
Hardiness - 1
Willpower - 3

OBLITERATING BODY: Near on anything that these creatures come in contact with will be destroyed.
LIFELESS FORM: This creature cannot regenerate lost wounds without great magicks set to do so, even then the process is tricky.

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Spoiler:  ? (click to show/hide)

Appearance: Onyxian skin and the whitest of long hair.
Map Color: Black, White text.
Extra Info/Trivia: Someone who arose to this plane through loss, the rituals done designed to create a god molded by beliefs. However in this world, there is no belief to be had. In time, this might change as belief gathers. What shall this mass of god be called? Or will everything return to the Void.

Primary Mystic Aspect: Void
Secondary Mystic Aspect: Variable

Wounds: 3/4 (3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower = 3+0.5+0.5= 4)
Might: 5
Skill: 3
Hardiness: 1
Willpower: 1

Inventory:

• Robes

Minions:

Spoiler: Lone Soldier (click to show/hide)

Population - Solitary
Stature - Average Humanoid
Notes: A woman whom bore the torment of purgatory across the void. Her world consumed by it in days long ago. She walks with a regal bearing, and bears deep strength within her. On Turn Three, the voided god '?' befriended her, and their wills entertwined.

Wounds - 3/3
Might - 2
Skill - 3
Hardiness - 2
Willpower - 4

EQUIPMENT: This creature bears well-crafted armour, wreathed now in shadow thanks to her days swimming in the soup of Ephemeral souls that is the void. On her side, she bears a long estoc, whose emblem has long worn away.
LEADER: This creature can rally others to her cause, when commanding other creatures, she gains a static +1 to rolls.

Spoiler: Beastkin (click to show/hide)

Population - Few
Stature - Slightly shorter than the average human.
Notes: Beings that were dredged from the void of loss and reconstructed by Woe's Den. On Turn Four, the Lone Soldier recruited a tribe of these creatures to aid their 'saviour' ? in anyway they could muster. These creatures are thin furred humanoids adapted to low-light and wet enviornments.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 1
Skill - 2
Hardiness - 2
Willpower - 1

EQUIPMENT: These creatures bear curiasses of shadow that improve their stealth. As well as voidblades that can cut away spiritual powers.
POISON RESISTANT: These creatures are specially adapted to ward off many forms of toxins, venoms, and poisons. Whenever resisting such effects, they gain a +3 to their hardiness rolls.
STEALTHY: Stealth based actions gain a +2 to their rolls.

Spoiler: Chrome Bits (click to show/hide)

Population - Some
Stature - Large Spheres
Notes: Created to act as scout drones for the Abyssal Sailor, they move omnidirectionally through the air and can emit non-light. They shimmer a mix of pure white and infinite black.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 0
Skill - 3
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 0

SCOUTS: Through these creatures' sight, they can relay information back to the crew of the Abyssal Sailor, as well as '?'
MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creators rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.

Oddities:
Apparently the population of the Chrome Bits increased in turn 12? (increasing from Numerous to Many(POP LVL 4 to 5), is this correct?) EDIT: Confirmed as  error below by Unraveller; fixed. Is now Some(POP LVL 3) as presumably intended.
Other:
i'm skipping Pixels because he really was pressed for time yesterday when making his action.

Spoiler: Compacted Unit Plate format version (click to show/hide)

[ Maria “Habitat” Violet | Life/Temperature Mystic || ♥ 6.5/6.5 | MGT:1 SKL:2 HRD:5 WIL:2 || (++) Life Magic | (+) Temperature Magic ]
     [ POP LVL 4 | Great Hoppers || ♥ 1 | ANIMALISTIC | LONGSTRIDER | HUMAN SIZE | GRASSHOPPER || MGT:1 SKL:0 HRD:2 WIL:0 ]
     [ POP LVL 3 | Great Mantids || ♥ 2 | ANIMALISTIC | HUMAN SIZE | MANTIS || MGT:3 SKL:2 HRD:2 WIL:0 ]

[ ? | Void/? Mystic || ♥ 3/4 | MGT:5 SKL:3 HRD:1 WIL:1 || (++) Void Magic | (+) ? Magic ]
     [ POP LVL 1 | Lone Soldier || ♥ 3/3 | EQUIPPED | LEADER | HUMAN SIZE | HUMAN || MGT:2 SKL:3 HRD:2 WIL:4 ]
     [ POP LVL 2 | Beastkin || ♥ 1 | EQUIPPED | POISON RESIST | STEALTHY | 4/5 HUMAN SIZE | FURRED HUMANOID || MGT:1 SKL:2 HRD:2 WIL:1 ]
     [ POP LVL 3 | Chrome Bits || ♥ 1 | MINDLESS | SCOUTING | LARGE | SPHERES || MGT:0 SKL:3 HRD:3 WIL:0 ]

[ Hood | Destruction/Necromancy Mystic || ♥ 4/5 | MGT:3 SKL:3 HRD:2 WIL:2 || (++) Destruction Magic | (+) Necromancy ]
     [ POP LVL 2 | The Forgotten || ♥ 1 || MINDLESS | LONGSTRIDER | EQUIPPED | 8/7 HUMAN SIZE | HUMANOID || MGT:1 SKL:2 HRD:2 WIL:0 ]
     [ POP LVL 1 | Barrowhold Giant || ♥ 5/5| MINDLESS | LONGSTRIDER | LIFELESS FORM | GALLEON SIZE | HUMANOID || MGT:5 SKL:2 HRD:3 WIL:0 ]
     [ POP LVL 2 | Destruction Elementals || ♥ 1 | OBLITERATING BODY | LIFELESS FORM | HUMAN SIZE | ENERGY HUMANOIDS || MGT:5 SKL:3 HRD:1 WIL:3 ]

[Unraveller]

(( That must have been an oversight, their population never increased since their creation. But yes, I'll definitely start including both with references to pop levels. ))

[Knightwing64]

(( That must have been an oversight, their population never increased since their creation. But yes, I'll definitely start including both with references to pop levels. ))

(God has spoken!)