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[inteuniso]

Markoth pondered what he should do. And he thought to himself that he could not do enough. So he changed that.

Actions:
Evolve Physically: 3AP

[Criptfeind]

Drun-j'bal reveled in the unexpected power that worshipers gave him he felt himself growing. Then he went down to his high priest and told him of a vision a way to lead the people fairly and justly.

Raise Divine Rank: Drun-j'bal is DR7 and maxes out his Battle Smith class. 3AP

Teach populous: Code of laws, the tribe under Hig-Ur-Kurthal, now the Kurthal tribe has a strict series of law defining power, rights, and conflicts. 1AP

[Emperor_Jonathan]

But Wayock waited still, his strength grew as he waited. It was almost time for his mark upon the world to come.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

EVOLVE PHYSICALLY: 3AP

[filiusenox]

Hollow floated down to where his child slept, guarded by a loyal group of soldiers and noting how his first son wasn't doing as commanded.He created another Godling, this one in better control of his powers and under command of The Hollow.
He wanted to test his First Son,so he sent his Second to challenge him.He did not claim this boy but put a vision of power and glory into his head while he slept.He also put a vision of a unknown man in his mind, a dark haired,shifting one who was blocking his path to glory.

Spoiler: Story (click to show/hide)

    Second trudged wearily into the heavily guarded area that was his brother's town.A pair of guards stepped towards him weapons raised, but then he slid off his hood and revealed stunning green eyes, that quickly shifted to black.The two that had weapons stood there and briefly nodded their head no, Second dropped his staff and held out his right hand and slowly, as if a great weight was upon his hand, began to clench it into a fist. The two guards gasped as thick,black blood began to seep out of their mouths.One of the guards whimpered and collapsed, just as Second unclenched his hand.
Second then pulled his hood back on and walked into the square of the town, where soldiers were usually training.But today they stopped and stared at the figure as he approached.
The Hollow Prince walked out, with his eyes ablaze with a dark fury and a grin on his face.
        "I have come to challenge you, for title of the Hollow Prince." rasped out the voice of Second.
        First smiled and pulled a sword from his belt, while Second pulled a sword from his backpack.The blades clashed and rang as the two fought faster then what the Darklings could see.Second was pushing First toward the age of the great abyss.First was on the precipice close to falling to a horrible death, when suddenly Second lunged,and First dodged out of the way.
Second tried to regain his balance but suddenly he didn't have a arm and he lost his balance, plummeting to his doom.The Hollow Prince smiled and walked to his house and stepped in slamming the door behind him.

The Hollow One watched this with interest, he suddenly grew in power and after the pain subsided, he smiled the same maniac smile as his son.'

Spoiler: actions (click to show/hide)

EVOLVE PHYSICALLY: 3AP

[RAM]

With the guardian protecting the Ringworld, its creator twisted into the background, and grew.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

3AP
Evolve Physically
0AP

[NUKE9.13]

I have awoken, to oversee the natural world. I shall care for it, and see it flourish.

I shall begin by improving on the nature that currently covers the worlds.

Spoiler: Torva Silva (click to show/hide)

On the floating continent, upon a small grassy rise, a seed appeared. It was a lucky seed, and, in time, it became a small tree.
Torva Vis spoke unto the tree, of greatness. He told it that it could stretch so far into the sky that men would not be able to see its topmost branches for the clouds, that it's descendants would flourish over all lands, that it would live forever, unless the world itself was destroyed.
The tree, in it's own way, said, what's the catch?
Torva Vis replied;
"Even should a dying child require but a single branch for firewood, even should a single tree spare the lives of hundreds more, even if accepting the rule of civilization would mean the difference between the triumph of evil or good, you shall remain ever wild. Never shall men take of your wood to build their houses. Never shall they eat of your fruits, or hunt beneath your branches. Your roots shall tear up their roads, and you will send [wolves] to eat those who trespass."
The tree thought for a long time. Though it was but a single tree, it understood enough of morality to realise that this was not fair on civilized people. Trees died anyway, and felt little. Chopping a few down would not harm the whole forest. And fruits and animals would be eaten anyway, by other animals. Why then not men?
And yet- the tree longed to accept. Immortality, respect, greatness... given the choice between a life as a normal, morally sound tree, and as a powerful yet evil forest, it was hard to make a choice.
Torva Vis waited. He knew that the tree would accept. For the seed contained his own mind, and he had made the same choice, so very long ago.
Eventually, the tree agreed. And Torva Vis poured his power into it, and it began to grow. Its bark rippled as the trunk stretched into the sky, the earth shook as its roots multiplied and expanded, and the ground grew dark as massive branches unfolded, covering a vast expanse. And from these branches fell seeds, which Torva Vis scattered across the land. Soon the tree was surrounded by a massive forest, covering a vast area of the floating continent.
Torva Vis named the forest The Torva Silva, and the first tree The Torva Nemus.

tl,dr; Torva Vis 'speaks' to a tree, offering it greatness in return for never helping civilization and its agents. The tree agrees and Torva Vis turns it into the behemoth Torva Nemus and creates the great forest Torva Silva around it.

Action: Mold Land: Create Torva Silva. 1/3 AP used.

If you want to mess with Torva Silva/Nemus, please ask me first.

[inteuniso]

Markoth called to Torva Vis. "I have a challenge for you, he declared. If you can send your forests across the ocean to my people's archipelagos, and their trees claim themselves on the island, I shall give you a reward. But if my people are cunning enough to destroy your trees, you will have to reward me.

[NUKE9.13]

Torva Vis heard the calling of the ocean god, and he replied;
"I shall accept your challenge. Shall we say, that I may make three attempts to spread the trees of Torva Silva to your lands, and that if you repel each attempt, I shall give you my power for a period (turn)?"

[inteuniso]

"Very well then."

Markoth began to examine his island species, the avenues of attack, the choke-points at which he could hold back his opponent's forest. This was going to get dirty.

[NUKE9.13]

The first attempt.
Torva Vis reached down into Torva Silva, and pulled up several strong trees* from the earth. Then he set them afloat upon the infinite ocean.

Torva Vis, to Synk.
"Wind-god! If you will blow my driftwood to the island homes of the Mith'Kari, you will have my friendship!"

(edit:*strong tree, in this case, is about 50 meters tall, and has a diameter of 3 meters)


Torva Vis was bored, and Torva Silva undefended. So he reached into the woods, and started moulding dirt and twigs into animals. Wolves, deer, rodents, birds, everything that the forest would need to function.

Action: Create Populace: Forest Animals. 3/3AP used.

[The Willow Wisp]

Synk, to Torva Vis
"If you wish I will blow the driftwood wherever you see fit. But I will ask for you to return the favor one day."
And with that, Synk unleashed the winds on the Infinite Ocean.

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Synk then turned his attention to his Storm-kin. He appeared before each of his Storm-kin in a vision. This vision lasted but an instant but in that instant, he taught his Storm-kin something they had earned the right to know. He taught them how the Cycle of Life and Death. He taught them one additional thing, the promise of life after death. What his Storm-kin beleived was that he was offering them a place to exist after they had died, and Afterlife. What he was actually offering was a bit more grim.

As his Storm-kin died from Sweeping Madness, combat, the terrain, and other causes; they were given a second chance. Their bodies, some ancient and decaying and others only recently dead, rose from their resting place and began to walk again. Some bodies had been stripped of everything but the bones. Synk magically bound the bones together, and gave the spirit of the bones' previous owner the power to control and manipulate them. If the body had decayed beyond recovery, Synk simply gave the spirit a semi-corporeal form. It could act on the world of the living but its ability to do so was limited. Synk watched as his creations learned of the undead creations. Most acted with looks of horror until they realized that the grim being possessed the soul of a loved one or friend. The mind of the risen body, skelton, or spirit was the same as the mind of that being when it was alive. The only real change was the physical form that being took.

In essence, Synk had kept his promise, they did live on after death...it was just in a somewhat different form than the Storm-kin had anticipated.

Summary
Teach Populous (2 of 3 AP): Cylce of Life and Death
Create Populous (0 of 3 AP): Simple Undead

[filiusenox]

The Hollow One smiled his dark smile and wandered down to his son, who he taught how to build a empire, how to conquer and crush,how to keep it together.
He then commanded his son to conquer as much as he could.[/i]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Create Organization:Darkling Empire 2 ap
Lead Darkling populace to war. 2 ap.

[NUKE9.13]

Spoiler: Repercussions (click to show/hide)

[RP ONLY]
On the outskirts of Torva Silva stands a small town. A few years ago, the forest was miles away. Today, outlying houses are surrounded by trees.
Not that the people mind too much. A forest that grows faster than it can be cut down is big money, or at least big chicken/valuable beads. Everything in the town is dedicated to the lumber industry; carts leave town every week laden heavily with lumber, and return with excited lumberjacks. The mayor (an ex-lumberjack himself) has said; "Sometimes, when a tree comes crashing down, it feels like the forest hates you. You can be in a bad mood for days, no, seriously. Certainly, lumberjacks who cut down many trees are more likely to get mauled by mad wolves. It's like they are part of a big hivemind. Seriously! But then I think, if the forest hates us cutting it down so much, then why is it coming this way so fast? To stab us? Hahaha!"
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
The town is ruined. The streets are torn up, rippled by huge roots beneath the surface. The wells have collapsed, their foundations ripped open by taproots. Young trees have sprouted with remarkable speed all over. More terrible, however, are the bodies. Some tried to run. Some made it quite far. One watchman had even escaped the blockade, and his body lies outside the forest, one arm stretching out into the distance, as if getting just a bit further away might of saved him, or perhaps, to warn others against the folly of mocking Torva Silva. The wolves who caught him were hungry after the chase; his legs and chest have been nibbled at. Within the town there are two kinds of corpse; those who awoke, and those who didn't. Those who awoke are covered in injuries, from many sources. Rashes from poisonous plants; scratches from small creatures, bites from the large. Some tried to fight, some were successful, briefly. They can be recognised by 1) the (very few) dead creatures lying near them and 2) the fact that they were not killed outright, but left to bleed to death in agony; some have killed themselves with their own blades to hasten the end.
Those who did not awake on time have suffered less painful deaths; arteries sliced open, poisonous herbs stuffed down their throats, and, in rare cases, necks snapped by a branch that carefully grew round their throat, then thickened swiftly.
In the case of the mayor, a root grew swiftly into the base of skull. A sharp root.
Hahaha.

Torva Vis had not completed his side of the bargain with Torva Nemus yet. The tree was more powerful than a mortal, but it lacked stopping power against a divine power. Nor was it really much more than a very big tree. So Torva Vis returned to the tree. There he wove wards of defence which, as promised, he tied to the fabric of reality itself, as that an attempt to destroy them without untangling them from reality first would cause- at the very least- severe damage to, well, everything.
Then he observed the spirit of Torva Silva, which was barely more complex than that of a regular tree, and he poured power into that too. The spirit grew, slowly, until it was as the spirit of a human (or equivalent). And then it grew more, and more, until it was a spirit that was as complex as that of a small god.
And then he simply granted power to Torva Nemus, as that it could out itself. It was weak and pitiful power, even in comparison to the weakest god, but it was power that outranked by far the power of any mortal.

((Action: Create Exarch: Empower Torva Nemus. 3/3AP used.))

[Emperor_Jonathan]

Wayock looked down upon the many races. Empires were being formed while many were dieing from battle. It was battle, but it was not warfare. There was no finesse to the battles, just two sides meeting and hitting each other with clubs until the other dies or retreats. So he went down to the human race, who seemed to be the best at propagating ideas between the races, and he taught them. He taught them strategies in an overall war, tactics in an individual formation. He taught them to construct weapons to slash and stab at their and he taught them to construct armor, to defend themselves. Almost, Wayock though to himself. Almost his idea would not be an idea no more.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Teach Populous:
Strategy
Tactics
Construct Weapons
Construct Armor

0AP.

[filiusenox]

((My people allready had weapons, just to clarify.
The Hollow one watched as his Son's army ripped into the miltia,even though they hard armor, it was still simple for the stronger and battlehardend Darkling army to destroy their enemys and with his son using his Powers Over Nothing to litterly dissolve anything he wanted, the Empire was growing.