In the depths of the void, in which there was a pleasing lack of heat, and where cold reigned supreme, something stirred. It had sensed the balance being upset, and knew the cause of it-That enormous abomination of infernal heat, the "sun". The planet which moved within the sun's orbit knew only the stifling pressure of the heat, and knew not the sweet relief of the cold. Soon, however, that would change.
Rising from his slumber, Geimhreadh shook himself. There was much to be done, if the cold was to reign supreme upon this planet. First, he must establish himself and claim his territory upon the sphere of which so many of his fellow gods had travelled to. And so he did look upon the landscape, and he did find it wanting.
So he changed it to be more to his liking. Hooking a claw into the earth at the northernmost point of the globe, Geimhreadh drew it up, forming a gargantuan, intimidating mountain, which stood several miles high, with an enormous cave mouth near it's peak. Breathing upon it lightly, he stirred up a blizzard to surround the peak, quickly blanketing it in a thick layer of snow and ice.
Mold Land: 1 AP. (2AP/3Ap)
Examining his creation critically, he found it's barren beauty pleasing, but it would be unsuitable for his plans. And so he plucked a few hairs from his fur, and scattered it upon the mountain and the area in close proximity to it. The hairs writhed, and took the form of various plants and vegetation. This frozen bounty would serve well.
Nourish Land: 1 AP. (1AP/3AP)
Better, but not perfect. He would need something to dwell upon his territory, and defend it in his stead, should he be unable. But what? He was beginning to tire, as the distance he had travelled was great, so he lacked the energy to create an entire populous. Perhaps he would see what he could come up with, and judge whether it was worthy to be the form of his chosen race.
Pricking his hand, he spilled a drop of blood upon the flat entrance to the mountain cave, and watched it form into a large wolf-man, very similar in appearance to his progenator, save for the odd crimson markings which ran across his fur.
Pleased, Geimhreadh continued to observe his new creation with a somewhat fatherly pride, until a problem came to his attention. He had no way to communicate with his new son, save for forming an Avatar, which he did not have the energy to do. Perhaps a herald would do.
Forming a handful of snow and ice, he mixed it with a piece of his fur, and shaped it into a more pleasing form. The enormous beast stood on four legs, with silvery white fur, and possessed one red eye, one blue. He would name it Urketh, and it would serve as his envoy, for now.
At the moment, however, he would rest.
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Topic: Lords of Creation Redux (Read 11568 times)