Thread 6315118

> While every world travels slowly towards its end, yours has just begun its journey.
> For this world, the cycle of Gods and Men spins anew, on freshly birthed lands awash with life.
> You are a being of creation, a God, among the first divinities born not long after a world’s genesis. You possess innate knowledge and immense power, with which you may seize dominance and carve out a place for yourself in these savage, untamed wilds.

Welcome to a spinoff installation of Beings of Creation, a long-running tactical civ-style hexcrawl based on your imagination. You are a non-omniscient divine being of great power. You find yourself spontaneously brought into existence in a prehistoric, primeval world, untouched by Gods.
The rules are relatively simple, and may be picked up as you go, but the document below goes into detail. Most players are familiar veterans of the game, so don't be shy and feel free to ask questions.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eOyLUfkbgVFHjIPmNmcW9G2wQE7CZenv69m9yQF_aMY
https://discord.gg/yd3KbdCZ

With a few gods already out of the running, feel free to post a god sheet in the thread if you’re interested in joining in.

>Turn 11 begins!

GOD ACTIONS
Catarina
3 hexes claimed.
Though they lack the dexterity for the task, your Wolfmen try their level best to carve out stones for more easy assembly, to…mixed results. Stonecarving (you need to level your General Tech up to Oltar Age (i.e. 10) to be able to develop Masonry, so just treated this as a General progress tech) developed.
Though many Wolfmen balk at the idea of ingesting milk well into adulthood, and from another species entirely no less, some grow to enjoy the taste and the health benefits, when the beverage is drunk in moderation, speak for themselves. Milking developed.

Daemupochu
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Drakatron
While you rather dislike sharing the tips and tricks of the trade you’ve accumulated, you suppose it’s for a worthy cause, if it will allow you to accumulate treasure of the more physically valuable variety. Thus you educate a small number of your Sharpclaws, who quickly disseminate the knowledge further among the rank and file. Pillager Doctrine developed.
Girded for war and eager to loot and pillage, a force of Sharpclaws sally forth from your southernmost settlement, ready to enrich themse-er, the great and might Drakatron! Sharpclaw Mob Unit created.

Ejpto’Jsjt
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Ervenbloud
While your people have always been able to communicate well enough to manage in the day to day, as their population grows, and the complexity and interconnection of their lives along with it, so to does their language to compensate, the scraping, hissing vocalizations of the Magma Spawn undergoing a transformation into true speech. Cinder Speak developed.
As the population grows and the tunnels become more crowded, some begin to travel farther afield, fascinated by the strange new flora and fauna found far from home, so uniquely different from anything they would have seen had they chosen to remain in the warmth and safety of their volcanic tunnels. Cave Exploration developed.

Harbour
While one needs careful practice to handle these newly knapped knives safely, lest they find them self unbonded from their fingers, the utility they provide in skinning hunted beasts, or taking apart that which might otherwise be beyond the relatively mundane strength of your people is undeniable. Knives developed.
It is also undeniable, however, that the sharpness of these tools might be turned to more offensive purposes. Strongly affixed to a sufficiently sturdy length of wood, they serve as both a fine walking stick and a deterrent with a deadly sting to many of the predators that stalk the snowy wastes beyond the Bondsglade’s mountainous aegis. Spears developed.

Huáng
The crocodile, though not so intimidated as to be fully cowed by your words and threats, at least seems receptive, eyeing you with a cold and calculating gaze as it lurks beneath the frothing river water. Zaraave’s Obstinance is now 1/3.
Transformed by her time spent cultivating with you, Heliodos slumbers atop your shoulder, a great deal smaller, though no less powerful for it, and with only faint hints of her former reptilian visage still remaining, accenting her more humanoid shape. For no, she slumbers, storing how energy in preparation for her waking. Or perhaps she’s just taking a nap. Jade Beauty Heliodos (1/?) developed.
(Ima be real, a Develop like Exquisite Technique needs a bit more fluff justification, and some DI, so just gonna refund the MA for now.)

Laqura
Enlightened to the ways of aquaculture by their deity, the Granchpolpo and their Pallipod companions take to tending the great piscine schools like…well, fish to water. Though it takes a bit of time to convey to the Pallipods that their handlers do not simply want the fish caught or eaten, after a few hours the intelligent cephalopods make fine herders alongside the Granchpolpo themselves, and over the new few years your people perfect the tending of schools large enough to blanket portions of the reef and handily feed even the growing population of Tidemark. Aquatic Herding developed.
In fact, with such an abundant, mobile source of food, some of your people dream of travelling beyond the reefs, to more exotic locales. And where could be more exotic then astride the back of your placid new friend. Though there is some friction that you yourself need to smooth over with the local wildlife, Godomoloke itself seems more then happy about the prospect of new houseguests. Coralback built.

Laurelios
Though some Shades cannot help but find the bone accessories barbaric and simplistic, far beneath their (perceived) station, others find the…simplistic accoutrements to lend them the mien of a noble savage, whatever that means. Bone Charms developed.
Inspired by what he has become, yet equally horrified by what he once was, Arbaldo attempts to spread his recovered consciousness to some of the other Shades surrounding him. For the time being, however, his entreaties seem to fall of deaf ears, his fellows, thoroughly enthralled by the call of the crown. Hero (1/?) developed.

Lithic
Vulkan is certain he’s on the right track. He’s even made a wheel big enough! Unfortunately, no matter what he does, so far he finds little success in forcing the wheel the move, the water seemingly lacking the force and even his own geomantic abilities lacking the heft needed to rotate something so large. Water Wheel Develop Spell failed, 1 DI refunded.
Though small in individual plot size and yield quantity, the bowl farms of your people provide crops of unmatched size and quality, the excess of nutrients concentrated into each bowl-shaped farm and the careful tending by each of the patient Petrosapien farmers allowing every plant to flourish with a vigour unmatched by what can be found in their wild counterparts. Farming developed.
Though to most, applying themselves such back-breaking labour to acquire a mere delicacy would seem like utter madness, to your hard-headed, patient people such persistence is simply common sense. With a single-minded determination they bore their way into the earth, utilizing every scrap of knowledge at their disposal until, at last, after weeks of digging, they come across a mineral deposit capable of sating them, their hard work rewarded with a hearty meal. Now on to the next one! Mining developed.

Lys
At long last, a labour of love centuries in the making bears fruit, Daleth emerging fully formed from the warmth of your light filled with care, purpose, and a desire to protect the Liten who peacefully roam your lands that mirrors your own. In devotion to that solemn duty they surpass, perhaps, even you. Daleth created.
Inspired by the flowing beauty of their voices as they are raised up in song, and the necessity of communicating with their many neighbours, the Liten develop a language all their own, lilting, lyrical and beautiful in equal measure. Chimesong developed.

Makrópnoos
Caught off guard, and seemingly still tender after shaking off some unknown injury, you’re able to catch the massive red monster by surprise, your fist cracking several scales along its flanks as you evade its off-kilter retaliatory blow. Rojodaz’s Vitality is now 15/25.
Hardy and hard-headed in equal measure, this new breed of Aurodox, somehow even sturdier then the other, more mundane varieties, proves difficult to bring to heel, even for the most experienced breeders and handlers of Aurodox. Though it will likely take some ingenuity to bend these stubborn creatures to their will, the rewards, your people hope, will be commensurate with the task. Hardtusk Aurodox (1/2) developed.
With news of violence brewing to the West, your people begin to undertake drills, readying themselves for fights against deadlier foes then mere wild beasts. Though truly advanced formations and tactics are still beyond them, this training will, with any luck, prepare them for pitched combat, at least where those less or equally trained are concerned. Tactics developed.

Mortrose
Sickly, necrotic green now replaced with cold, merciless blue, and blocky stone replaced by smooth ceramic, the newly dubbed (by yourself, of course) Consecrators serve your servants well during a smattering of test-firings, reducing any creature foolish enough to saunter into your mindless minions’ line of sight to less then dust. Even their spirits are rent asunder by the cold, unfeeling beams fired by equally cold, unfeeling soldiers. Consecrators created.
Marked by your scrawl, the pieces of your hoard that you so graciously allow to walk free (by a given definition of the word, anyways) find their path in “life” set before they are even truly “born”, imbued with purpose and intent that cannot be denied. Wyrmscrawl developed.

Mutare
2 hexes claimed.

Patior
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Rojodaz
(OP will process this later.)

The Beast
Distracted by your singing, the massive white cetacean turns its attention away from the Marines, coiling closer and closer…unfortunately, based on the irritation in its beady eyes and the deep, rumbling call that begins to drown out your own song, you suspect the Primal is less enthralled and more displeased.
Yet even as the looming, iceberg sized monster drifts closer, your divinity and the boy’s unique gift intertwine, forming something with which you might, perhaps, be able to bring this beast over to your side, so that the tragedy of your strange dance partner might never be repeated. Ichor Conversion (3/?) developed.
Though still only found in relatively small quantities outside of the harsh, stinging storms where even the hardiest of your people fear to tread, those enhanced by your Ichor are, for reasons beyond even you fascinated by the grainy white mineral, its taste and texture awakening…something in them. In short order many have harassed small hoards of the stuff, guarding it zealously so that they might be able to take a lick or three on a rainy day. Mineral Gathering developed.

The Door
1 Portal constructed.
Though still limited by the equally limited number of universally recognized symbols, the writing, such as it is, is a big leap forward for your Sestans in terms of cataloguing and keeping track of the wide variety of different goods and tools they’ve accrued over the years, helping them to jog their memory or inform future descendants where even their steel-trap minds come up short. Writing & Bookkeeping developed.
As soon as the first sign is created it’s already over. Your people take to the metaphorical arms race with a zeal that surprises even you, dozens of little tricks and tactics falling in and out of fashion as canny shop owners attempt to draw in equally canny Sestans customers, along with any poor, uncivilized saps that wander too close and find themselves mesmerized by your people’s superior signage. Signboard & Advertisement developed.

The Highlander
R.I.P.

The Whisper
Unfortunately, combined with the overwhelming rush of divinity that pours forth in a torrent the blade’s spark, this undertaking proves altogether too much for poor Serrel, who finds himself breaking apart under the strain before the spell fizzles out, its potential tragically unrealized. Blade of Aegus Develop Spell failed, 1 DI refunded.
Utterly average in every way, Theobald nevertheless charges into battle at the God King’s request. But with the massive red hunter now alerted the crowned god’s assault, his blade and mighty Gliraximum’s gnashing teeth find little purchase in their target. Rojodaz’s Vitality is now 15/25.
The conditions met, a royal covenant grows, the farseer and kingmaker finding that yet another is elevated to join their ranks, however unworthy he might believe himself to be of the honour. Royal Allegiance Pantheon developed.
Ser Greg, meanwhile, reaps a grim toll among the violent species of lizardmen, though the spines that burst out from their bodies whenever they die inflict a great deal of pain upon the stalwart knight as well. Greg the Green’s Vitality is now 3/7.

tsss
Your marauders attack the settlement with wild abandon, though as a green-plated knight is set among them like a hawk among (very spiky) doves, their numbers begin to quickly dwindle.
Clearly blessed by tsss, these sharp stones, made even sharper by repeated beatings, prove useful for a variety of tasks around the Kikka camp. Furthermore, while still quite stabby, these sharpened rocks prove much LESS stabby, not to mention splintery, then the sablewood, a quality that, while typically rather blasphemous, proves a bit more useful for the sorts of tasks that do not typically involve any stabbing of one’s self. Knapping developed.
Though it tastes gritty and metallic, your people happily gulp it down anyway, considering it comes from a bounty of water your people would previously have never even conceived of. These wells, relatively shallow and filled with unpleasant tasting water though they may be, are both a proverbial and literal oasis in the desert for the Kikka, saving them from tense trips to the local watering hole, where they needed to be one the constant lookup for creatures that might decide they want a snack to go with their afternoon drink. Well Digging developed.

Ͼ-Arkatassus
Imbued with a touch of your own assimilating qualities, the speech of those Sauria sworn to you seems to sprout from the lips of those who hear it with a will of their own, spreading throughout a crowd or community with a speed and alacrity that would alarm even their originator. Inescapable Rhetoric developed.
Though it is a great and mighty (and mostly cactus related) undertaking the remodel their village into something a bit less sprawling and a bit more civilized, especially considering many of your people are thoroughly sun addled, eventually after much sweat, blood, and (for some reason) theological debate the settlement is finally put into order. City Planning developed.

Rolled 9, 3, 10, 10, 10, 7, 9 = 58 (7d10)

PRIMAL ACTIONS
Arktikana
Letting out a rumbling, sonorous cry that cracks the surrounding ice, the massive cetacean plows through the shore, freezing water rushing in its wake as it attempts to ram into the source of the irritating song (Arktikana attacks, it rolls the first and second die).

Duplocuta
R.I.P.

Jollibom
Its wandering interrupted, the white-and-blue ursine puffs up, muscles bulging as the markings on its torso seem to form a snarling face, and an earth-shattering roar of rage blasts forth from between the bear's long, gleaming white canines (Jollibom activates Threat Display, it rolls the third and fourth die).

Quarenicis
The sand vibrates with greater intensity, plumes of it sent adrift in the air by the force of the shaking before a massive tan worm explodes up from beneath, dunes collapsing into a great pit with its undulating form at the epicenter as it coils around its prey, mouth unfolding into more then a dozen toothy mandibles as it attempts to bite (Quarenicis resurfaces, all Units on its hex must make an Agility roll against a DR/6 of 1, and attacks, it rolls the fifth die).

Zaraave
Though it seems, for a moment, to consider the terms offered to it, massive crocodilian instead chooses to surge out of the water, jaws snapping as it attempts to snag its spiny prey and drag it into the depths (Zaraave attacks, attempting to grapple and drag its target back into the water, it rolls the sixth and seventh die).

Rolled 3, 7 = 10 (2d10)

>>6315118 (OP)
>Convert Zaraave [UI]
"Picture it in your mind, Zaraave" Huáng whispers softly, yet audibly.
"A family of your own. A sect wherein you protect and are protected. Ah, and most important of all: a hot, scalding bath you can immerse yourself in for as long as you may wish! Too small for you now, but with my aid, you and Heliodos may just fit in"
From any other, the last would be an obscene proposal. From the Mount Ao sectmaster, it was as honest and proper a proposal as any could make. Such was the thickness of his skin, it was said the sect's walls were made of donated patches of it.

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6315135
>>6315131
>Zaraave's attack resistence

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>6315131

> Fortitude roll against Zaraave's attack

There is much shouting about the possibility of rides from tsss as the massive reptile clamps down on him, though to Huang's relief it is largely directed at the inside of the creature. Relief quickly turns to concern that his newest possible disciple might choke to death on tsss first though.

>>6315127

> Rabble Riders Run Away! Move to (13,19), back to the Door!

At the Eastern Reach the chaos of battle lulls for a moment as the might of Ser Greg crashes across the battlefield, choking, crushing and twisting Kikka to death, those Kikka who were out of reach diving for cover as spines fly wildly from the fallen. They peek out from cover and see Ser Greg, riddled with spikes, oozing from dozens of wounds, hunched over with pain. They hold their breath, surely nothing in this world could survive such a thing?

Ser Greg the Green straightens up, standing tall, unbroken. There is a long silent pause, then with much screaming and shouting the Kikka flee the town in a panic.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>6315131
(Lost this when my computer overheated and forgot to re-input it.)

Legiad
Its outline blurry and indistinct, the creature(?) hovers overhead, blotting out the sun and casting the cultivators into darkness for a moment before descending upon them, a ravenous chorus that seems to pour out from countless throats a mere prelude to the brutal feeding frenzy that follows (Legiad attacks).

Rolled 3, 8 = 11 (2d10)

>>6315119
Drakatron strides confidently up to the anomalous entryway that earlier thwarted his efforts at Territorial Expansion, the sharpclaw mob falling in line as he passes through the town in which they have mustered.
>Unit Move: Drakatron to [32,21]
>Unit Move: Sharpclaw Mob to [32,21]

The arrogant dragon robot god steps up to the portal, presses his hand against it, and... Nothing. It refuses to budge. A second attempt, with a bit more force. Still nothing. A third attempt, nada.

"Oh, for the love of..." He turns to his minions. "Well? Time to prove you were worth the investment."

>Unit Interaction: Sharpclaw Mob Attacks The Door at [32,21]
(Rolling for Attack, currently under the impression that any situation that would call for rolling 0 dice or any negative value has you rolling 2 and taking the WORSE result so here goes.)

As the bumbling fools clumsily thwack their assortment of sharp things at the ends of sticks against the portal, Drakatron ponders is perhaps he's been neglecting their development, operating on a premature assumption of how easy it would be to just steal crap from others.

Clearly, the answer is to make them better at fighting, such that they can *then* steal crap in non-fighting fields.

>Major Action: Develop primitive Ranged Weapons
As some delightfully warlike minds begin incorporating fibers and sinews into their constructs that darts or arrows might be launched from a distance...

>Major Action: Develop Knapping
While others investigate the properties of certain mountain stones, that might make for marginally more refined weapons than current methods are producing.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>6315127
>Develop [MA] - Chamberpots
>Preq-Tech: Pottery
> By placing their waste in pots and disposing of it outside of the village the Kikka reduce the spread of disease, and make things smell much better as well!
As the number of Kikka grows, all agree that something must be done about the smell. The time honored tradition has of course always been to relieve oneself wherever, whenever, then kick a bit of dirt or sand over it and move on. But as the number of people in the tribe grows ever larger, the frequency by which one kicks a bit of dirt only to find last week's deposit has increased to an unacceptable level. Fortunately there is a simple answer, put it in a pot and carry it away!

>Develop [MA] - Primitive Tanning
>Preq-Resources: Something with a skin, Salt, Clay, Sablewood
> By treating rawhide with salt solutions, animal fats, and sablewood bark a primitive leather is produced
It begins inauspiciously, with piss. Few Kikka live to old age, and those that do tend to be encouraged to make way for the youth, for their best stab years are behind them. Food and water are often scarce after all. So it is with Elder Crah, who helps butcher kills from the hunt in exchange for a few scraps of meat from each one. Until one day a band of youths dump a pot of piss onto him. Or try to anyway, for they miss their mark and instead soak the stack of rawhide pelts at his side. When the hubbub settles the elder sets to the unpleasant task of cleaning the hides, only to find the attempt to scrap them clean with a sharp stone is removing furs and hair as well. An ember of intuition glows in the elder’s mind, and thus begins a strange series of experiments, of salt and piss, discarded parasite infested brains and old animal fat lost in the salt pits. The youth claim he has gone mad in his old age, soft and dull. Crah is never appreciated during his life for the first leathers he creates, but he is the first kikka to die while wrapped warmly in a thick leather blanket.

>tsss stabs the crocodile rolling the first dice! and the last dice! and the middle dice!
tsss is very confused. tsss is pretty sure it should not be this dark. or wet. or have so many teeth. or the ground be a tongue. but tsss knows what to do!

Rolled 8, 6, 2 = 16 (3d10)

>>6315118 (OP)
>Move unit Makrópnoos to 19,7
>Use MI to turn 2 Mana into 1 DI
>Use Makrópnoos unit UI and do a ranged spell interrupt attack against Rojodaz at 18,6, specifically interrupting him from consuming from the spark if he does so

Seeing the Red Hunter bound away faster than he could,Makrópnoos narrowed his eyes. If the Beast liked to call itself a predator and a hunter, then it would soon learn the meaning of persistence hunting. The humanoid giant took off in a leasurely jog after the wild god, collecting various textiles and a lot of wood without even stopping along the way. As he jogged, he fashionedd a gigantic spear from the materials and used a flash of foresight to pinpoint his quarry's exact position. Then Makrópnoos sped up in a full speed sprint and threw the spear in a strong arc, aiming for the monster's eye.

(Rolling spirit to hit Rojodaz with an interrupt to stop him from consuming highlander's corpse. -1 to FV from it being an interrupt)

>>6316521
Winded from his sprint, the God-King noticed a settlement nearby. Only now did he realise that he had passed another goddess. He called out to her.

''Queen of Ice! Well met! Unfortunately I am fighting this beast and cannot seem to catch up to it. Could you lend me some aid?''

>>6315123
>1DI, 1MA: Finish creating the hero Vitrosevich at Royalty’s cradle
The shade lingers at the edges of the settlement for days upon days, looking at the crowned statues, and exposing itself to the might of their imperious glare.
It does not know why it does this, only that it is… familiar.

And finally, as far and away a crown sparks with divine might, a fragment of divinity touches the shade, and it remembers- remembers its father’s gaze feeling much like the statue’s, remembers giving this look to its own subjects, remembers… being alive

>make Arbaldo keep following and attacking Rojodaz

>1MA: Develop Language
Vitrosevich leads his fellow shades in recovering a small form of their lost personhood

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6316521
>>6316522
ἰσχύς was exploring the north, exposed to the colder regions of this world for the first time in this life. He spotted a village ahead of him though he felt them connected to that beast his god had encountered...

Of course he had to get interrupted by a new arrival: Shellac. He eyes the humanoid up and down, noting that despite prominent humanoid features, it also looked strange and bestial. ''Greetings stranger, I am named ἰσχύς and I hail from the south from a most curious and ingenious people, though I doubt any of them have seen these lands yet.'' He hummed thoughtfully at the mention of the creatures. ''I can see the are not yours, however I can sense that they belong to the beast me and my Lord have encountered. While I would usually not be interested in slaughtering beings weaker than myself, weakening a significant rival to my Lord could help him in the future. I suspect we would end up in conflict with it regardless and so I ask that you do not interfere for our patrons have not even met yet''

>Move Unit ἰσχύς to 29.9
>Attack the settlement there

Having stated his piece, the man advanced upon the village, and begun a most grisly work

(Rolling for ἰσχύς, if needed)

>>6315124
>>6314021
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>Unit Action [God]: Move to <36,24>.
>Unit Action [Wizards] [2 Mana]: Move to <35,23>. spellcast on the Gateway, move to <36,24>.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCc_DBJ3WmU
Kenrose - Aetheral Wizard. The stars are a foreign concept to the underworld, where the closest equivalent are replaced with mounds of desperately escaping soulstuff clinging to the ceilings of caves. Miasma, obfuscation, and manipulation of souls and the planes beyond are this wizard's forte.
Using these techniques, and the Wyrm's Will to assist, Kenrose takes a smattering of glepnal clay tablets from Mortrose and begins work on piecing the mechanisms behind these bizarre gateways popping up at disturbing frequency along their borders. And in preparation to block any spacial manipulation coming from it in retribution, if need be. The two wizards slither up to the Door in the comforting cover of night. Using her scrawlings as she coils around the surreal structure, Brother Sadman stands atop her salamandrian head and begins *his* work.
Brother Sadman - Corruption Wizard. Of which his first spellcast was to corrupt himself to the Lindwyrm's camp. Clearly not to be trusted, but a waste to simply leave idle. And what better way than to put a proverbial foot in the door. These portals may not work for his Lady's ilk yet, but rather than bash down these tools like a simple minded brute, why not work the knob a bit, coax the hinges, and with a gentler touch get a far more favorable result. Where there is a lock, there is a lockpick. And where there is an entryway, there is a trespasser.


>Minor: [Communicate] - Laqura
One fateful day, as the sun falls low on the horizon and a watercolor of reds and oranges spread out across the clear, perfectly still seas the Water God and Godomoloke reside in, a black flock appear in the skies. Lazily circling, they slowly descend until they rest on the nose of the simple minded and curious primal. Cawing and cackling eerily at the passing Granchpolpo, their jeers and insults come to a sudden pause as Laqura's presence looms. Then, their mouths open in unison, and an utterly different, deeper, feminine voice booms out, "Ooooh? Hello, hello? The bird brains must have finally made it. Greetings, my dearest neighbor. This emissary arrives on behalf of myself, the esteemed Mortrose, whom you may also know as the Lindwyrm of Rebirth. I have taken it upon myself to seek out graceful introductions, in hopes of not being assaulted unjustly and unprompted like I once was only shortly ago."

"I have no immediate qualms with you or yours, but I do seek an answer to a rather pertinent question of mine."From on far, the wyrm rises to gaze on the eastern horizon, "Do you have any designs on your southern neighbor? That old rotting tree. It smells of my assailant, and I'd rather see any potential threats nipped before seeing another rock, or branch as it may be fall upon my delicate head."

>>6316956
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>Major: [Develop] [DI] - God Ability: Dragon's Breath [2/2] - Ability Effect: Unlock a potent AoE cone attack that can sweep through whole hexes worth of units and settlements. Uses Strength stat, not spirit.
Using: Domain - Mud

The trumpcard of any dragon worth it's salt, and a symbol of pride to lord over younger whelps; the mudwyrm finally seizes her birthright after having it's genesis delayed by a particularly obnoxious heavensent harlot. With the roiling rage of the earth itself pooled within her, and serratosaur's lingering voracity soaked into the glepnal they made in their mutual deaththroes, she can spew a torrent of divine blood-red-mud that rolls and roils across the world, drowning and scalding everyone consumed by it. Truly, an excruciatingly awful way to die.

>Major: [Develop] [DI] - Wyrm's Will (Magic System, Rune based) - Using Wyrmscrawl's abyssal runes and a honest True gift from their Lady, Her Hollow Vessels can now channel the powers of their god's will or wizard's spells by their own hands. Wyrm's Will requires three major factors to work: Wyrmscrawl, minions to carve the correct runes and channel the magics accordingly through an object, and a resource created by the hands or from the body of their god. Be it the glepnal that came from her ichor suffusing the tar pits, or Her vain transformation of the consecrators; the magic of the dragon only works through what could be described as the extended body of the dragon Herself. An abyssal magic on the 'flesh' of underwordly beasts.
Using: Domain - Mud/Soul, Tech - Wyrm's Tongue, Wyrmscrawl. Resources - Kosk, Glepnal Mud, Consecrators, and future Mortrose-made resources

Left to lick her wounds, the mudwyrm had much time to think on how she came about to this junction, the pain of the mana spring erupting underground and forcing her to surface, the headaches of coming sapience as she fought tooth and nail with beast and god. The ways of the surface differed drastically from her home, and though she missed the cool and the dark dearly, a thought occurred. Why return herself to the already conquered and controlled, when she could instead bring the wonders of the underworld to the surface? As such, continuing off of her attempts to petition the suns to dim their obnoxious glare with written missives, the Lindwyrm gifted her hoard the joys of the underworld's words and writings, dreadful as they are to mortal minds. But she did not only give them the words to brand and torture them with. No, for it is her way of expanding her reach, strengthening their arms, and suffusing her will over the very earth they walk on, and in turn, twist the world to their own benefit.

>>6315118 (OP)
>>6315135
>Pick up spark, Heliodos, Tsss, and Zaraave if it is converted
>Move to (11,26)

>Heliodos "sunbathes" [UI]

>The Shennong builds road on (7,25) [UI]
>The Shennong moves to (10,26) to aid his master in a new development

>Develop [MA] [1 DI] - Jade Beauty Heliodos 2/?
>Preq-Tech: Mount Ao Sectmaster, Enlightenment, Purification
>Preq-Resources: A Primal
>Every time the Mount Ao Sectmaster ability is performed on Heliodos, it increases one of its DI by 1. The increased stat's new DI cannot be higher than the lowest stat's DI by more than 2.
The Jade Beauty slept. Time spent in seclusion or meditating through her dreams allowed her to refine her meridians, with the aid of her sectmaster and senior brother.
當沉睡的女人醒來時,山脈移動

>Develop [MA] [1 Mana] - Exquisite Technique
>Preq-Tech: Mount Ao Sectmaster, Jade Beauty Heliodos, Purification
>Preq-Resources: Huáng
>When the Mount Ao Sectmaster ability is performed on a primal, it costs an MI instead of a UI. However, it can still only be used once per turn.
A technique is only as powerful as its practitioner. And a practitioner is only as proficient as he practices.
Thus, Huáng will spend the epoch training on and perfecting his technique, expending himself and regenerating, cutting off the excess from his movements, that the technique may reach the perfection he expects from his disciples in time.
Beauty is the wisdom of women. Wisdom is the beauty of men. 女人的美是女人的智慧,男人的美是男人的智慧

>Develop [MA] - Poetry
>Preq-Tech: Profound Arts
>Preq-Resources: A mind that is free
>It's poetry.
Through their cultivation, as they repeat their martial arts stances ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times, students' minds tend to wander, even as their bodies are honed.
Such is a waste of an important muscle. And so the students take to making up verses in a poem, contemplating anything, from the sky, to the trees, to the ladybug on a flower, to the beautiful fairy that had graced them with a smile years ago.
A verse is lifted to the heavens, and another student throws his own to continue it. And another. On and on, their minds race, their hearts beat, and their jubilation rings through the mountains.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6315119
Ervenbloud contemplated claiming the Jold-rich mountain. It was a highly valuable resource his mortals lacked. However, he knew he didn’t have much energy and wanted to set up a potential trade route for his and Tsss’ mortals. Ultimately, he decided the Jold could wait, his mortals couldn’t even work it yet anyways. So he began the journey to Tsss’ settlement.
>Move to 8,25
As he approached, he sensed a presence to the west. A creature more than beast and less than God. It felt like this creature, whatever it was, was snuffing out the life of some of Huáng’s mortals. It was beyond his range to strike but perhaps it could hear his voice. “I can’t tell if you are brave or foolish to break that which belongs to a God. Huáng will undoubtedly turn you into one of his pets, assuming his pupil doesn’t slay you first. One way or another diving retribution will find you. I give you a choice. Join me and choose your master or flee and defy fate for a few sparse moments.”
>[UI][DI] Convert Legiad
Of course there was the unspoken third option, the creature could pull him from the earth and rip him apart on the surface. He doubted it had the strength to but just to be safe he burrowed deeper into the ground.
>[MI] He Dwells Beneath
Meanwhile the Magma Spawn dreamt of crucoads and spikes. While no true organized religion existed, the many small cults began to interpret their volcanic God’s will. The Cult of the World Forge claimed Ervenbloud wished for them to go south and spent their days determining how to do so efficiently.
>[MA] Develop the wheel
Meanwhile The Order of the First Crucoad believed Ervenbloud sought traders or perhaps explorers. Thus, they worked on learning to bargain and argue.
>[MA] Develop Bartering

>>6315122
>Unit Action [Luigi]: Move to <38,22>.

>[DI+Mana] Develop: Hydro Pump[MA]
Resources: Laqura Domain:Water. Luigi: Domain:Plumbing, Water Current Control
The Great Leviathan Godomoloke's Spouts of water are as an inspiration unto Laqura. Whilst Laqura has expelled much of Laqura's own waters across the eons, this has generally fallen in the form of rain, to better hydrate the land and all beings upon it. Now with the aid of Luigi to help give word to thoughts and base concepts, with the thought-stating of such ideas as 'pressure' and 'siphons' so they might be trialled more easily upon reality through Laqura's own form and efforts; Laqura learns to use Laqura's own Water Current Control to pump fourth great volumes as strong spouts of directed water, that Laqura's aqueous spirit might direct this flow against the physical forms of those that move against Laqura.


>Develop: Fruit Growing[MA]
Resources: Jungle, Food
Their bellies now fuller of tasty food then ever before thanks to the increased catches of fish, some of the Granchpolpo look further afield for other edible treats to round out their diet. The fruits of the forest can be very inviting when ripened; if only there were ways to ensure a lot more of them get grown...

>>6316956
>Minor: [Communicate] - Mortrose

"Hello unto you, Lindwyrm of Rebirth." Laqura's voice burbles back through the communication method arranged; assuming that this deity must be able to hear as well as speak from afar. "Unjustly assaulted? Oh, dear. Was that by the entity who had been gathering south and east? Daemupochu and I had made plans to stand together if it came for us. Instead, it veered westward. And then we felt it fade. You were the one who felled it, then."

There is a gurgling, water going around as if drawn by some eddy.

"Daemupochu. That is the name of my neighbour. I had showered he and his Daemu with my waters; and in turn he gifted me and mine with seeds of life. He is not your assailant. Whilst he lives, I harboured no covetous thought toward him. Yet that life he so represents is drawing to conclusion. You feel it. That is why you have drawn close, I so presume?"

There is another gurgling.

"Though our time as neighbours was shorter then expected, I feel it as my duty to offer my care for what was created, what was represented. To keep it watered, and thus alive. At least, in part."

The sound of pattering rain whispers through the communications as the water-god pauses.

"But I am not unwilling to make compromise. When Daemupochu passes, he will leave both spirit and husk. I hold no plans nor need for his dry husk, whilst I am somewhat intrigued by what muddy creation you might someday rebirth from such remains. When Daemupochu passes, he will leave two villages. I hold no need for both, when the one in the north would be enough of a cutting to preserve memory of his living legacy."

There is another silence, as if an ebbing tide. A waiting.

>>6315125
>Terraform [MA] [1DI] (41,2) - Finishing the Salt Flats
>[MA] Build Village (41, 2) Whitefall
>[MI] Migrate 4 population from Darkwood into Whitefall
The falling mineral, this…. salt, has created quite a feedback loop, where more of the Children desire it, the more attention it gathers from the Beast, and the more it falls. It is this epoch that it is realized that a shabby boomtown was informally established, consecrating the newly dubbed Salt Flats, with their strange, moving crystalline shapes and structures.

>[UI] [1DI] The Beast, with Salt in hand, moves to embrace Arktikana with Ichor Conversion, joyfully singing of joining the forest.
>[UI] [1 Mana] The rumble and tremor of the ground startled Writ from his melodious stupor. Eyes widened at the enormous primal’s prowl, Writ anxiously starts playing his flute, his intentions to assist the Beast in… his efforts to embrace his charging foe? Oh lord…
>The Marines, their trial finished, equip themselves with some tasty salt and the new ichorous word (Ichor Conversion). Thus filled with salt and ichor, they move to explore…

>>6316522
"Hello, strange god. Tell me, what is this beast that you're pursuing ?"

Once more the rabble riders arrive at the mysterious door where the Not-Wizard live. Once more the sacred ritual is enacted, fifteen minutes of arguing, three thrown rocks, and a series of solemn knocks, followed by a pause, then two more knocks.

Someone in the crowd calls out "two bits!" and is thoroughly hushed for his outlandish statement.

Should the door open again and the Not-Wizard greet the Kikka they will be greeted by a sorry sight, for the great mob of Kikka has been greatly diminished, with many wounds present. Still they have returned, and brought gifts, mostly of dismembered bits of mushroom people, but gifts!

Rolled 7, 6, 4, 1 = 18 (4d10)

>>6315127

MA: Education System

A formal system of education for each and every scaly Sauria, to prepare them for a world of cactuses, cacti and religious extremism.

Most of the curriculum involves staring at the ominous glyphs which impart knowledge, the rest is mathematics and team sports.

MA: Music
Codified and collated hymns, songs and ditties, music is truly in the air for the chosen of the sun god. Basic musical instruments crop up, relatable ballads are put together and great epic songs are composed, some say the next age is soon to be upon us all.

UI: Shift to UFO form
UI+DI: The Glass Desert (targeting Quarenecis)

Ͼ-Arkatassus unleashes such powerful rays of sunlight that the desert sand turns to glass around the confrontation between god and kaiju, locking the giant worm in a glass prison.

Such an act would kill any mortal, but is rather harmless for a Kaiju, merely a method of containing the worm so that it doesn’t run away until properly dominated.

Spend XP, obtain Affinity 3

Move Sauria Prophetics towards Quarenecis

First dice for resistance, next three for spell

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>6315123
As the petrosapien miners dig ever deeper into the mountain they come across a mining operation of the ice queen, bear men and wolf men smash the very rock revealing new morsels of ore hidden underneath, they are using the tasty morsels as materials for tools notes one of the lead rockmen miners, they are in awe at the sheer coordination at by these organics, to the point one of the petrosapien wishes to start a trade route. Such a lucrative deal would allow them a portion of sweet saviory ores while they smash and tear at the rock using their innate physiology to extract the ore the deal was struck and the petrosapiens began construction in a trade route from hex [17,09] to [18,10]
Establish Trade Route [MA]
The various rock men begin smashing a tunnel using grown crystal supports and geomancy to reinforce their tunnels.
Share Tech [MI]
The peteosapians notice that the organics are having a tough time shattering certain stone, to fix this some of the various petrosapiens share their method of geomantic martial arts to the ice queens mortals.
Unit move lithic back to Onn
>Terraform [MA] [2 DI] - (18,10)
>

>>6317486
I swear it changes my name back to Ursus every time I post (it isn’t I just forget to check)

Rolled 9, 3, 2 = 14 (3d10)

>>6315135
>>6317076
>>6317462
(Primal resistance rolls. First die is for Zaraave, second is for Legiad, and third is for Quarenicis.)

Rolled 8, 7 = 15 (2d10)

>>6317189
Rolling for Conversion and Resistance

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>6316521
(Apparently Makrópnoos UI is invalid since I don't have the DI. QM can just count as as a failure)
>>6315118 (OP)

>MA1: Finish Hard-Tusked Aurodox with 1 DI

While the God-King was still chasing the Red Hunter, the Humans were still trying to bring the the Hard-Tusked Aurodox to heel. It wasn't easy of course, but a mixture of tailored newly-grown specific foods, learning their habits and disciplining them when they're young proved more than enough. Turns out it's also hard to get rid of annoying primates climbing on your back all the time, and so this was used as a technique to pressure the aurodox...as well as appease them by getting rid of tics and the like. This combination of traditional discipline, feeding and coaxing brought even this stubborn breed in line.

>MA2: Giant cavalry archery, Offensive Progressive tech
>Requires: Masters of Beasts, Aurodox, Bows

If there's one thing that can be done more easily on an Aurodox than on other mounts, it's shoot people that aren't on it. Specifically there can even be cover mounted on its back because it can just handle it. This goes double for the Hard-Tusked Aurodox who are already much stronger by virtue of needing to drag around their massive denser bones.


(Rolling for Hard-Tusked Aurodox)

>>6315119
>[MA][DI] claim 16,9

>[MA] [stone] [wood] develop stone spears
some hunters start experimenting with thin lumber pieces and noticed that they could be used to extend the reach of their arms in an attack, or even be thrown upon a prey, although it isn't as sharp as their claws. that's when they have the idea to use cut stones for their tips.

Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d10)

>>6315767
>>6317511
(Further Primal resistance rolls. First die is Zaraave, second is Arktikana.)

Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d10)

>>6315123
>Action 1 - DI Develop [1 DI] - The Distant Light [Light Peak upgrade]
With the demigod born, Lys can once more return to her long-term goals, content with a like-minded individual there to attend to the matters she cannot. Her light, turned inward for so long to nurture Daleth, shines out once more; with a focus of her will it becomes a beam she can point as she chooses, it's range greater than her natural luminesce.
[This is not a lazer. I am not making a lazer. This does no damage. If you give me lazer tech I will kill Blank, and I know he's your fave. I am making my light visible at extended range, and trading aoe for focus and range. I want to be able to point at anyone in the world and say "here, have a spotlight"]

>Action 2 - Weaver Homes [Harvesting Structure] 19,7
With the guidance of the weavers (and perhaps a bribe of sweet fruit or other treats to secure said aid) the Liten look to upgrade their musical toys. However, the weavers are distant and mysterious, and communication with them is scarce. The spiders are too obsessed with their never-ending weaving work! Building them some nice homes, and letting the Liten live among them, should bridge that gap, and make access to their works more feasible!
[Structure on the hex so nobody can snipe claim it. I want Weaver and Chronoweave resource at higher amounts too.]

> Daleth - Attack Lys. First roll is attack, 2nd is Lys defense.

> Spirit Caller - Return to 20,8, and practice your tunes.

>>6315125

>DI + MA [Claim] 5.21 and 17.14

>MA [Develop] Trading posts - using Advertising, Bookkeeping, Culinary arts, and resources as needed.

It is time. The glorious Sestan civilization has advanced to the point of being able to open trade with others. It is time to build a trade post. Not quite an isolated village but a storefront connected to Mire directly by portals! The glorioussceness of commerce and trade it will bring! Sestans have long seen many many different people walking the land and now it is time to take what they have! For a fair trade of course of course. Starting with the spiky lizard ones!

If i get to build one directly with this action make it one in 13.19

Rolled 8, 7, 9 = 24 (3d10)

>>6315131

Reaction to Threat Display

Rolled 3, 8, 3 = 14 (3d10)

>>6315118 (OP)

> Unit Movement
> Harbor (23, 5)
Feeling the creature's wrath, Harbor quickly distances herself. This beast was different. Yet, could it not be made to understand just the same?
> Unit Interact (1 DI)
> Bound by thy Harness, Jollibom (23, 4)
And so, as she gains the distance, she locks the creature down.


> Unit Movement
> Bidewark (28, 4)
> Jute (28, 9)
And as the great penguin ventures back north... a great calamity calls Jute down south.

>>6316954
> Unit Movement
> Shellac (26, 10)
So watch both the Demigod and the Witch, learning of each other, but more so, of the terror of the south that had driven everyone north.
>[MI] [Communicate] ἰσχύς
"He hails from the south to bring about strife. To bring it to the north!
... That is what I see, yet, who is your lord? What of the beast? Both my essences compel me to stop you, you, who brings strife to the north!
And yet, I remain here, trying to comprehend! Help in what? Whom does this aid? And again, who is your lord to send you to the north and commit such atrocities in his name?
So I ask, halt your blood-stained hand. If the beast had wronged your lord, then so be it. I have heard of his nature. Yet it is you who causes such suffering. Leave these people, for there is no purpose in this! There is no justification."
Indeed... tensions are high.
And in the north!
>Develop [MA] - Hafted Axe
>Preq-Tech: Knives, Spear
>Preq-Resources: Stone, Wood, Textiles
> Offensive technology, the basis for additional research into heavier weapons, as well as heightened resource production
The same concept evolves further. Yes, the stone is good for cutting. A more flared, wider, more sturdy stone can cut even wood pretty well. But if you put it on a handle, suddenly a lot more force can be exerted. And so, cutting wood to size is more manageable. Slaughtering becomes easier as well, with such meaty limbs being severed in fewer strokes, and yet quite a few more swings. And then... it DOES also make for a pretty good weapon, especially against more sturdy, more padded beasts. Or...
Now, if only there were a better material than stone. Replacing the heads isn't hard when you have a surplus... yet having it break on you on a trip is rather troublesome.

>Develop [MA] - Suspension Bridges
>Preq-Tech: Rope
>Preq-Resources: Textiles, Wood (optional)
> Defensive technology which aids in mobility, but also makes it harder for those on the ground, such as simple beasts, to attack those traveling about.
Yet, traversing the mountains, and as noted in the glade, from one massive tree to another, remains difficult. A gap. A rift. If only one could bridge between... make a connection...
And so a rope hangs between them. Not really useful. So how about two ropes? Maybe some MORE ropes, to make sure the bonds remain firm between them all. And perhaps, for additional ease... a firm surface to stand on. To travel between. Perhaps a few wood planks, those axes certainly come in handy there!

>>6317189
>The Beast then moves to (38, 3)….
>[MI] Singing all the while, to entice Arktikana.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6317679
(Jollibom's resistance roll.)

>>6317486
The geodes of glowing Chrystal rock sprout up from the ground glowing in raw concentrated energy, theses piezo electric quarts glow and emit electricity and begin to pulse along the EM field. These Chrystals seem to grow consistently in the presence of sunlight and water rich in silicate,
>New resource made living power quarts

>>6315126
>Relocate [MI] - 10 pop from Lake of Communion to Eastern Reach, 5 pop from Oltartown to Eastern Reach

>Create Unit [MA] - The Makers
>Population: 15 from Eastern Reach
>Preqs: Chitterling Builders, Subterranean Roads, Myceliac Relays, Substrate
>Unit of Chitterling Builders and Listener herd-drivers, operating the Chitterlings to burrow and build to their instructions
Though war may wage to the North, the Listeners are ever diligent in their operations. House Nelyth, Keepers of The Lake, and House Vaelith, Warriors of the Host, both prepare for the worst, seeing to the improved defenses of settlements across the divided kingdom. House Yros is set to study the newest materials found to the western branch of Oltartown, identifying what portents may lay in anticipation to their schemes, meanwhile House Morcair begins the process of blending spore-kind with human-kind, studying the culture and traditions of those many Listeners will now share settlements and even homes with. All of these plans require but one thing: Safe transport and communication! It is this, that The Makers shall deliver.

>Develop [MA] - Elderwood Uprooting
>Preqs: Scarce Elderwood, Sporefarming, Substrate, Chitterling Builders
Keen to the delicate relationship and protective nature of the Magnolopes in the Elderwood forests that surround Oltartown, great tact is taken in the collection of Elderwood. Its regenerative nature is far too valuable not to bring home, but respect must be given to the ancient marriage of these two species. The deceptively small and delicate acorns of these trees are collected from the leaf litter that blankets the glades, and planted in Substrate soil. Here, though tough enough to support the tree's growth, is beholden to the will of the hyphae, and those who control it. The Spore farmers delicately form this recipe of substrate mix, just enough to support the trees growth, and just enough to will the mycelium to unbind and let loose as chitterlings pull and unroot the ripe wood for collection. Though slow, planting forests of these trees will ultimately result in enough to supply the entirety of The Whisper's Listeners with impenetrable defenses.

>Unit Move - Theobald to wherever Makrópnoos is
>Unit Interact [1DI] - Theobald Guards Makrópnoos, preparing to strike the beast if it dares to return!

>Unit Move - Gliraximum to (14,12)
>Unit Interact - Gliraximum will Guard The Lake of Communion

>Unit Interact - Greg the Green to Guard The Eastern Reach
Greg commands commoners and plants alike, burying dead that now litter the Eastern Reach, and allowing their nutrients to fuel the substrate that their city stands on. Though satisfied with his defense, and equally as wounded as the bandits he sent running, Greg stands defiantly should the stabbing marauders dare to return!

>>6316956
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>>6317126
>Minor: [Communicate] - Laqura
The god's every word ripples across the sea and skies, water droplets vibrating with such precision as to mimic the very burbles coming from Laqura. Lounging as she was in a gargantuan tidepool, the mud serpent could hear the walking cyclone easily enough through every medium that surrounded her, while she herself held a squawking Kosk in hand up to her face like one would a disinterested call in the bath. Though such disinterest did not last long, a ghastly grin spread across her face. "Oh ho? Is that so? You two had prepared to fend off against the harlot as well? Wise, very wise indeed, she would have come to attempt to strike you down in such a similar manner, no doubt. Yes, *yes*, it was meeee, *all me*, who vanquished the eastern barbarian for you and kept both you and yours safe from harm. You may thank me, at your leisure."

The lindwyrm sticks her tongue out several times, testing the air as she ruminates and listens to Laqura continue on. The name of the old rotten oak was of little importance to her and she only barely made an effort to occasionally "hum" in what could be interpreted as positive affirmation to assure she was listening to Laqura's tale. She picks her teeth with one talon as she agrees, "Indeed, that is why I come. Where there is life, there is death, and where there is death, there is me to see it beyond. Of course. *Of course*."

But as Laqura's tale continues on to plans of the future, she sits up, and licks her lips once more. Both of her dutiful wizards soon arrive as the conversation continues on, and she bids them to gather their things before making to depart once more. "Mmmmmm, a reasonable bid, a spark and a village, and a husk and a village. It's people too, I presume. I shall take this tithe gracefully for defending yours and his lands from a wanton slaughterer. But much like you are intrigued of my machinations, I too must admit, I hold deep seated curiosity of... what plans you have in store for such a grand prize as a spark. I have some ideas of my own, that I would be loath to part with, but perhaps if they align, we may... collaborate. In both labor, and benefit."


"Oh, and dear, a word of advice, if you wish to continue to live in these waters and not be ousted elsewhere. I've only the smidgen of feeling from on far, but I can taste his presence and my wizards confirm as much. Another dragon resides nearby. And Dragons, you see, are proud creatures. We are loath to cooperate with any but one we see as equal. And none are as equal to a dragon, than another dragon. You have control over your own amorphous form, do you not? Then take a more becoming visage, such as a sea serpent, perhaps."

>Unit Action [God & Wizards]: Pick up the wizards and slither over to <38,24>.
As she says this, Mortrose approaches the great dying oak. And the serpent winds herself around the tree, waiting for the fruit to fall.

>Subsume [UI] Highlander’s Spark

>Develop [MA] [1 DI] Tiryagyoni, Bestial Delusion (1/?)
>Preq: Adaptation Domain, Predation Domain, Primal Nature
Wounded and exhausted by both the changes that wracked his body and the most recent battle, the monstrous god finally comes to a stop, stilling for a moment as he heaves in deep lungfulls of air before letting out an explosive growl of irritation. He was faster than his pursuers, certainly, but they were persistent. Already he could sense them, not so close as to strike but not so far behind as to be unable to catch up should he rest too long, and with the shell around it beginning to fade his prize would not be so easily moved. He would either need to remain here and consume it, which would in all likelihood lead to his death, or turn tail and run, abandoning his prey to others…the god chuckled. Was that even a question? Why was he questioning, in the first place? These persistent thoughts, crowding his once quiet mind. He missed a past so distant he could barely remember it, when he had sought only strength, without care, or consideration, or conscience. What had caused him to change, in the first place...? This was not right, this was not the hunter, the predator, this sapient that thought and schemed. Yesss, he was at his strongest when he followed his instincts, when his mind existed only to facilitate the hunt. If he wished to win, then he would need to go back, to a time when he could place his very existence on the line without a second thought...

As though in response to his wishes, his newly formed organ seems, at least an outside observer, to shut down, the outflow of energy out into the body abruptly ceasing. The truth, however, is far deadlier. After several days, the organ begins to shine with a reddish light that leaks out from between the reptilian scales, a sign of the energy compressing and condensing inside, ready to explode outward and herald to an atavistic, primal transformation…

Rolled 3, 5, 4 = 12 (3d10)

>>6315131
>>6315646
(Automatic defense rolls. First die is for Arkatassus, second and third die (worst of) are for The Door's Portal.)

GOD ACTIONS
Catarina
1 hex claimed.
Though some argue that it goes against the instincts granted to them by their sovereign, the inborn desire to rip into their prey with claws and fangs, most hunters cannot deny the reach advantage these newly created “spears” give to their already tall, lean frames, even if the sharpened stone tips lack the killing efficient of their natural weapons, and it isn’t long before most Wolfmen stalk the alpine forests and frozen wastes with a trusty spear at their side, ready to impale any prey unfortunate or slow enough to enter the range of their long, loping gait. Spears developed.

Daemupochu
R.I.P.

Drakatron
Your Sharpclaws attack with great fervour…and not much else, the strange door unyielding in the face of their assault, that you can hear faint groans of protest. Perhaps a bit longer…? Portal’s Integrity is now 2/4.
Though some Sharpclaws decry these new weapons as cowardly and “lacking in honour” (What’s honour? Something you can eat? Clearly they’re just jealous), or prefer the sensation of ripping into their prey at a more intimate distance, many make good use of this new form of reach, killing prey that would otherwise have escaped into the undergrowth. Ranged Weapons developed.
Those that prefer a less bloodless hunt, however, find much more use in the newly uncovered art of knapping, honing their stone weapons to razor sharp points and edges capable of slicing through even the toughest hide and bathing the hunters in the blood and viscera they so crave. Knapping developed.

Ejpto’Jsjt
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Ervenbloud
Your entreaties are met with a cacophonous wall of sound as the indistinct shape hovers overhead, though it at least seems to hesitate for a moment before taking action. Legiad’s Obstinance is now 2/3.
Though the Magma Spawn have always been surefooted, they tend to be, well, rather slow in exchange for it, relying on tactics and the homefield advantage to catch prey that is by all accounts faster than them. To rectify this discrepancy in preparation for their journey southward, the Cult of the World Forge bring forth their newest invention, the wheel. Sure, they have no idea how exactly to use this to transport Magma Spawn just yet, but look how quickly it rolls! Wheels developed.
The Order of the First Crucoad, meanwhile place greater stock in the importance of being able to communicate and trade with those they encounter, however long it might take to encounter them. To this end they begin to put values to the minerals produced by their pet Crucoads, learning to argue, bargain, and barter with one another in preparation for the day they must do so with those less familiar to them. Bartering developed.

Harbour
Intimidated by the ursine monstrosity, but unable to let such a clearly destructive creature rampage through the North, you lock the beast down, feeling your imperceptible shackles bind the bear to its environment, even though its form is now distant and indistinct to you. Jollibom bound.
Though some eschew the hefty tools, considering them too heavy and unwieldy to pack for long trips into the wilds, others find the tool indispensable, allowing them to easily gather wood and butcher the remains of prey, or serve as a deadly, if slow, weapon in a pinch. Hafted Axe developed.
Though the suspended platforms require constant upkeep to ensure they do not break down under the weight of the elements in these frigid climes, or become to slick with ice to safely cross, when properly maintained the bridges prove invaluable, cutting what would once have been hours long climbs up or down to a minute or two’s crossing, bridging gaps far beyond what even the most daring leap could achieve. Suspension Bridges developed.

Huáng
Back in the water, and with prey in its jaws, the gargantuan crocodilian seems less then enthused by your words this time, more focused instead on trying to crack the spiny god now caught within its jaws.
Finding the reptile more interested in your prickly disciple for the time being, you decide to spend your time in this interesting riverside locale training yourself. You have been slacking off a bit lately after all, so occupied with these strange new lands and their inhabitants. Exquisite Technique (1/3) developed.
While training yourself, you also make sure to keep an eye on Heliodos, ensuring that there are no complications or interruptions in her training to master what you can only presume to be a profoundly alien form, from the perspective of a creature that has spent eons as a massive, quadrupedal reptile. Jade Beauty Heliodos (2/?) developed.
Though it might avail them little in the more physical aspects of their training, many disciples find solace in the simple pleasure of composing a good poem. Though some giddily show off their creations to their peers, or compare them to one another, while others recite them with the quiet night sky as their only audience, in every one of its myriad aspects the practice serves the valuable purpose of honing the mind, just as their training hones the body. Poetry developed.

Laqura
While Godomoloke has proven to be affectionate and friendly, your senses, and the waters in which you immerse yourself, are quick to inform you that the rest of the world is not quite so kind. To this end you begin to practice, honing your control of the water’s currents and taking inspiration from your leviathan companion’s playful waterspouts in the hopes of developing a means by which to more effectively defend yourself against any that would seek to harm yourself, Godomoloke, or the Granchpolpo. Hydro Pump (1/?) developed.
Though your people’s tastes naturally lean towards those found in their home environment, some eccentrics seek out more exotic tastes, finding them in the fruits of the jungles surround their sandy home. To ensure a steady supply, they follow in their footsteps of their ancestors, cultivating a grove filled with various fruit trees near Tidemark, though in this case to serve as a food source rather than home reinforcement. Fruit Growing developed.

Laurelios
Brought to awareness by the efforts of his fellow, and effort aided by a brief slip in the Crown’s otherwise absolute control as it is taken further and further afield, another Shade awakens to the memories of their royal heritage and birthright, of all that they once owned, not lost in the sands of time and the machinations of the shadow which hangs over them all…Vitrosevich created.
Unknowingly continuing the cycle, Vitrosevich hopes to bring the spark of awareness back to his fellow royals, and teaches them the tongue of his mother country. No longer do the Shades communicate in the sibilant, discordant whispers of a thousand distant languages. Now…they nonsensically ramble, rant and rave in one tongue! Vitrosevich supposes it’s progress, at least in some sense of the word. Language developed.

Lithic
(You don’t have the prerequisites necessary to establish a trade route, so just going to invalidate This MA and say you have one more for next epoch. Please refer to the section on them in the rulebook to find out what’s needed. And to pre-empt next epoch, you need to reach level 10 in your general tech to reach Oltar Age, at which point you can invent Wheeled Vehicles.)
After several eons of travelling or chaperoning, you feel the need to put your divinity to work and…experiment a bit. Reaching down into the planet’s crust, where you and your people once dwelt in crystalline caves like nothing you’ve yet seen on the surface, you seize upon one particular mineral from your memories, a type of quartz that seems to crackle with unreleased potential. Potential you can shape. Feeling your call, and with its own innate energy bolstered by your own, the minerals begins to expand and grow, branching upward like a great tree until, at last, several pillars of it burst from the bedrock that makes up Onn’s floors, causing several Petrosapiens to jump (not very high, admittedly, considering how heavy they are, but they certainly make a good effort of it) with fright before they’re transfixed by a mineral not seen since the time of their ancestors’ ancestors. Power Quartz created.

Lys
Though the Weavers by and large remain inscrutable in their actions and behaviour, they do, at least, seem to enjoy the dwelling your people have made for them, weaving great webs between the buildings that stretch upward into the trees above. Weaver Homes built.
Your people at last in safe hands, you focus your efforts on not only increasing your luminescence, but focusing and coalescing it, allowing your light, once concentrated, to extend far beyond the already considerable distance from which it can be seen under normal circumstances. The Distant Light developed.

Makrópnoos
Though it takes a great deal of (divinely aided) ingenuity on the part of your Humans, after several generations of experimentation, trial and error, and plain old stubbornness your people are able to find the golden ratio between discipline and appeasement to bring the equally stubborn beasts to heel. With any luck, they’ll be well worth the trouble. Hard-Tusked Aurodox developed.
And it takes no time at all before your people are able to utilize the hardy beasts to devastating effect. Though their bows are effective weapons at range, they become a dangerous liability if a foe manages to close the distance, a weakness that is by and large dealt with as your people train to fire from atop their sturdy mounts, the massive bovine’s back proving more then adequate to carry several archers well out of reach of anything that might try to seek retribution for their stinging arrows. Giant Cavalry Archery developed.

Mortrose
Your wizards work under cover of darkness, attempting to pierce and subvert the strange, arcane mechanisms protecting the massive portal from intrusion.
Finally, after several decades long training sessions, you feel a rush of satisfaction as a great gout of viscous, blood-red pours forth from your jaws, drowning out the screams of any wildlife that were unfortunate enough to find themselves in the path of your test-firing. Should any creature dare to stand against you as that repugnant saintess did, they will now find themselves faced with a dragon’s greatest weapon. Dragon’s Breath developed.
As your training at last comes to fruition, so too does another of your projects. Infused with your mud, and now armed now with the runes and language of the underworld, your minions are able to impose, in part, a shadow of the abyssal depths on this blissfully ignorant surface world, calling on powers undreamt of on the surface for eons, though it will likely be sometime yet before truly mighty deeds can be worked, with the suns’ glare still dampening the effects. Wyrm’s Will developed.

Mutare
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Patior
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Rojodaz
(OP will process this later.)

The Beast
With this cetacean, at least, your newly developed techniques seem to find purchase, unlike with Occuleih. Though it has not given in yet, its bellowed territorial warsong still deep strong and strong, you can sense your Ichor slowly spreading throughout the titanic body, its progress towards the creature’s brain slowed only by its sheer size. Your Vitality is now 21/25. Arktikana’s Obstinance is now 2/3.
Flocking to the site of the strange new mineral they so like to lick, the boomtown is ramshackle but bustling, quickly expanding to accommodate those among your people who wish to make the pilgrimage to the land where their desired treat is so abundant. Salt Flat created. Whitefall built.

The Door
2 hexes claimed.
At least, equipped with bargaining skill to steal the clothes off one’s back and enough potential goods to bankrupt any lesser civilization, the Sestans draft up plans for a trading post, a place in which they might transform for their abundance of resources into yet more wealth set up right outside one of your looming, distinctive Portals. Trading Posts developed.

The Whisper
Accompanied by their Chitterling companions and equipped with the tools of their new trade and training in how best to use them, the Makers march forth from the Eastern Reach, a combined undertaking on the part of the various houses at an equivalent scale not seen since the earliest days of your people. The Makers created.
Though it proves to be a laborious, delicate process, rife with experimentation, trial and error, and several supremely irritated Magnolopes, eventually the Spore farmers are able to come upon a mixture of substrate in which the fascinating, semi-aware, rapidly growing wood can achieve its full potential without coming into conflict with the hyphae surrounding it. Elderwood Uprooting developed.

tsss
You’re dragged into the water by the crushing reptilian jaws, which continued to press up and down with devastating force even as your spines pierce the roof of its mouth in a dozen places, the water rushing over you as the two of you descend into the depths. Awww, it’s trying to stab you back! Your Vitality is now 19/25. Zaraave’s Vitality is now 1/13.
Though some Kikka are less then enthused when they’re forced to shoulder the solemn task of transporting their fellows’ excrement out into the wilds, everyone (who isn’t them) agrees that it’s a necessary sacrifice, to ensure the cleanliness of the village and the eradication of…the odour. Chamberpots developed.
Though the heat of the sun as it hangs overhead during the day is a persistent, exhausting foe for the Kikka, it is the cold, biting chill of the desert night that is the truly insidious killer, sapping the life from any old and infirm if their friends or relatives to not huddle to help share the burden. The leathers, then, spread with almost explosive popularity, a way to ward off the merciless cold seeming almost too good to be true. Tanning developed.

Ͼ-Arkatassus
Stuck fast by its prison of glass, the worm thrashes in irritation, confused and disoriented now that its primary sense is thwarted by this strange form of containment. At the very least, however, it can still sense you, turning towards your reptilian projection before letting out an aggressive subvocalization that whips the surrounding sand into a frenzy. Your Vitality is now 17/25. Quarenicis bound.
Although their education mainly consists of religious sermons, introductions to different types of cacti, and only occasionally the dissemination of actually useful information, a more formalized system of education does seem to lead to greater survival rates among those subjected to it (also a greater degree of religious extremism, but to your people that’s more of a win then anything). Education System developed.
While theological debate praising their god satisfies those with more intellectual minds, for the masses a different form of worship better serves. Though lacking in complexity, these hymns and songs are as devoted in their faith as any hour-long sermon or essay, and prove popular with those Saurians that do not have time to engage in such rigorous religious fervour besides. Music developed.

Rolled 3, 8, 4, 7, 6, 8 = 36 (6d10)

PRIMAL ACTIONS
Arktikana
Though Ichor now flows through its veins, the great bulk and blubber that insulate the great, serpentine whale allow it to continue onward unabated, plowing towards its target (Arktikana attacks, it roll the first two dice).

Jollibom
As its foe disappears over the horizon, the ursine abruptly slouches, once-intimidating muscles vanishing and softening as the bear’s form rounds out and the markings soften, vicious predatory features fading into gentles lines. When the bear lets out a puff of relief and begins to wander off, however, it finds itself stuck fast (Jollibom is bound).

Legiad
While the volcanic figure’s words seem to give the swirling shape pause, as the unfortunate mortals are stripped of the very marrow of their bones the indistinct creature(?) instead turns its attention to the fiery shape (Legiad attacks, it rolls the third die).

Quarenicis
Infuriated by its bindings, the massive sandworm swings its head towards the closest thing it can find, the strange disk hovering over head (Quarenicis attacks, it rolls the fourth die).

Zaraave
Even as its wounds leak blood into the water, the persistent crocodilian predator does not relent, biting down with ever greater force and spiralling further downward in the hopes of crushing its spiny quarry, heedless of the agonizing, needling pain piercing through the soft palate of its mouth (Zaraave maintains its grapple, Death Roll activates, it rolls the fifth and sixth dice).

Rolled 1, 10, 10 = 21 (3d10)

>>6317808
>The Shennong will move to (11,26)
>Huáng will carry Heliodos and The Shennong to (15,28)
>Huáng attempts to convert Zaraave [UI]
Having realized that the spark of The Unwanted was left forgotten in the sand dunes of the mangy dog's demise and his... celebratory dallying with Heliodos, Huáng bids his disciple ride on his back, as he rushes to his fallen comrade's corpse.
As he flies over the water, he hears the gurgling of his wayward disciple Tsss as it wrestled with Zaraave.
"Ay ay ay, you do know the parable of the scorpion and the frog? Know then that this frog carries more venom than you ever could, little scorpion. Why do you not take my hand and I shall graciously let bygones be bygones?"

Rolled 7, 2 = 9 (2d10)

>>6317817

tsss is getting very wet! and spinny! but tsss likes the spinnies! and the pokies! tsss would like out now though.

> tsss rolls Fortitude to resist Death Roll

>Unit Action [Godmoloke]: Move to <40,22>

>>6317762
>Minor: [Communicate] - Mortrose
"Then though I do not in truth know the extent of the great battle so waged, I thus thank you, Dragon-Queen." Laqura's fluid mass burbles through the ripples in Mortrose' tidal pool.

"Perhaps they may align? I do not and cannot know myself, as you would not know that which I have not told." The ripples churn. "The world in which I find us is full of waters; and they pass well enough upon the land to give rise to tropical atolls, wet forests and bubbling swamps. Yet in my dreams, there could be more." The ripples bounce. "Where I look at the sea, the waters I find seem... unfinished. I have made my Limpid waters as a start, and even they are not yet full-crafted. I wish for fast-flowing channels and stormy reaches and intricate fjords, churning whirlpools and great kelpy shallows. The land, too, I could work upon with crystal springs and pouring falls. I wish for great winding rivers laden with silt, and intricate deltas threading through to the sea. Rains, and fountains... so much to do." The burbling sighs.

"A Dragon?" The statement gives Laqura pause for thought. "I suppose I could shift my mass into a Dragon-like form, if you would not think it offense or parody that I try so to emulate. Come. I shall do so and fly you by, then. Do tell me your opinion of the visage so presented."

And so, Laqura rises from the water after so long, in the form of a Dragon of the Depths made entirely of flowing fluid; a surging serpentine shape that surges toward the remnants of Daemupochu; whiskered with white waters and with shimmering scales that break into water-spray, only to reform once more and glitter with refractions; a rainbow kicked up by the spray of Laqura's trail and the following rain-fall.

>Unit Action [Laqura]: Move to <38,24>.

Passing by Mortrose, Laqura's form opens up a maw like unto a whirlpool, sucking in the spark of the departed tree-god then closing fluid jaws with a splash of spray, the glistening spark still visible in the interior through translucent form.

>Unit Action [Laqura]: Pick up [Spark of Daemupochu].
>Unit Action [Laqura]: Move to <38,22>.

And as Laqura comes, so Laqura retreats; winding as a river back toward the waters of the watery domain; the form of a frothing tail heralding a wave and a salute to the Lindwyrm. The form sinks back beneath the waves, merging into the waters, and Laqura's mass consolidates and coils upon the sea-bed around the Spark; preparing to subsume and digest the energies.

>>6318073
Or, instead...

>Unit Action [Laqura]: Stays upon <38,24> after arriving there.
>Unit Action [Laqura]: Interact [Spark of Daemupochu] - Subsume.

Reaching the spark of the once-great Tree, Laqura coils around where the spark has come to rest after separating from the frame of the body; the air filling with a downpouring of rain as Water surrounds and laps against the severed soul of life.

Rolled 8, 2, 1, 8 = 19 (4d10)

>>6317817
First die for resisting attack, next 3 for conversion

MA: Civil Administration
A well educated crop of civil servants is established to govern the Sauria, armies of bureaucrats and ministers reporting to the Chosen and enacting their decrees.
Writing glyphs into cactus skin, carrying orders throughout the government and collecting taxes (cactus juice) are just a few of their myriad duties.
Some of them request that the nation seek additional resources other than Bombacto sap.

They are drowned in the sap.

MA: Legal Code
Along with a firmly organised method of governance, the Sauria find themselves equipped with a code of laws to abolish certain behaviours and assign criminal punishments for acts that are in opposition to the Teachings of the Sun.
Guards are hired to enforce justice, prisons (pits in the sand) are constructed, scribes are paid in cactus to record legal info, lawyers and judges emerge to make arguments in courtrooms (cactus house) and executions are performed for those found truly unrepentant.
Truly a more civilised group of lizards never existed.

UI+DI: Grand Assimilation (Convert Quarenicis)
Objective: Transmute Quarenicis into Ͼ-Quarenicis

>Ͼ is battered, chewed on, leaking trapped sunlight slightly
>This endeavour has so far not gone to plan, but the trap is set and now it is unleashed, Arkatassus observes it all from within the saucer
>This next step will take both gods wills to pull off

>The saucer rotates 90 degrees in an instant, and then its bottom section retracts inwards through some extradimensional space

>A torrent of mechanical limbs flood out of the UFO, metal tendrils of graspers, mind-affecting transmitters, tubes of divine nanomachinery, brain sentries, mysterious glyphs and (courtesy of Varkhuz Slaughter Organ) many very deadly stabby knives that keep trying to kill the kaiju, and need to be wrestled away.

>All this and more flood out and descend upon Quarenicis, intending to totally overwhelm its will and transform it into an extension of Ͼ in mind and body.

>Quarenicis will definitely keep its psyche intact, though not nearly as much as Arkatassus did, as neither Ͼ nor Arkatassus desire a third consciousness wresting for control, the slaughter organ is trouble enough. A loyal vassal to advance the plans of the dyad god, that is desirable indeed.

>So it is that the UFO descends upon the kaiju like a brain surgeon, pumping its body with alien nanotechnology, its brain with mind control rays, encoding loyalty engrams onto its subconscious and aligning all of its arcane circuits to divert its well of power towards the Starheart

Rolled 7, 9 = 16 (2d10)

>>6317808
The sharpclaw continue attacking the door, with far more enthusiasm than efficacy.
>Sharpclaw Mob at [32,21] attacks the door again

Drakatron, meanwhile, racks his positronic brains for means of increasing the sharpclaws efficacy in combat. Metalworking has so very many precursor steps he'd been hoping to bypass with technological larceny, surely there has to be something more immediate... He returns to Coen's Grave. Maybe explaining the problem out loud to Star-Eyes will help.
>Drakatron moves to [33,20]

Following a less-than-civil discussion on how to proceed, something resembling a plan is put into motion. As Drakatron calls upon his supernatural knowledge to begin drilling up-and-coming Sharpclaw in tactics for use not against mere beasts, but against presumably intelligent foes with weapons of their own...
>Major Action [DI]: Develop Basic Warrior Training. No bonus for now, but technically, hopefully, maybe another Offensive Tech, and it'll let me do shit like more specialized training that gives a bonus under XYZ circumstances. Maybe.

...Star-Eyes is investigating the beasts of the north, to see if they can be put to other uses than being slaughtered for their meat.
>Major Action: Develop Domestication

>>6317816
>Develop [MA] [1 DI] - Haunted Bodhi Tree
>Preq-Tech: Previous Work on Wisdom of the Heavens, Afterlife, Pantheon, Stabbing
>Resources: Souls, A Connecting Road
> By ensnaring the souls of the dead in webs of thorns and then setting them to the task of teaching those down the long road, the Bodhi tree is able to achieve its mission more easily, at the cost of souls.

The Bodhi tree has grown slowly over the epochs since Huang first willed it into existence as a tiny bonsai tree. Its ambitious mission was to link the Pagoda and Thornshade together, bringing wisdom to the Kikka and the majesty of chamberpots to the disciples of Mount Ao. It now stands as a small tree. Unfortunately it would be many epochs before the tree would grow mighty enough to accomplish its mission.

Hahk, wizard of tsss, has other plans. He plucks a spine of tsss from the ground, an act that would leave any other Kikka with a bloody stump instead of a hand. He carries it over to the young tree, feeling the power within it, the link to his god. He shapes that power, molds it through his own understanding of his god’s light, then stabs it down into the bodhi tree. There is an audible gasp from onlookers, to strike the creation of a god is to invite disaster upon oneself. The spine sinks into the tree, splintering and shredding it. There are audible groans, and curses thrown at the wizard, from a safe distance and well hidden behind others.

Time passes. The magic of tsss seeps into the tree, warping it, changing it. Leagues away its twin also changes, to the growing concern of the disciples, who lacking masters can only watch in terror. But the tree does survive, roots stabbing down deep, branches twisting and forming pale pink flowers surrounded by long wicked thorns. Decades later it is a far cry from its original vision, its curved trunk supporting cages of thorns, and in those cages, visible only to the wizard and the rare few with the gift for such things, are the souls of wayward kikka who have strayed too close to the tree. Hahk addresses them.

“You are snared, and your soul is owed, but freedom can be earned. Travel the road, from here to the temple afar, and carry messages and knowledge and teach what will be taught. A year's service for each prick of the Bodhi tree’s thorns, and you will be free.”

>>6318774
>Develop [MA] - Rope
>Preq-Tech: Knapping
>Preq-Resources: Miniscule Textiles
> A Textile gathering tech where the Kikka twist textile fiber plants together into ropes
A heinous crime has been committed, and for this crime there is only one punishment suitable. Strangulation. It is the highest punishment of the Kikka, a clean death bereft of the stabbing embrace of tsss, such a thing condemns the soul to the darkest hells. For such a task the condemned is forced to weave their own rope, gathering plant fibers from the distant plains, straightening them with a bone comb, then twisting them together with the aid of notched bone tools. The resulting rope is then used to form a noose and strangle the kikka who has offended both men and gods. Afterwards the useful tool is gifted to those most harmed by the offender, where it serves many purposes, the hanging of meat, the binding of bundles, the leading of Thorides, and of course as a reminder to all Kikka that some measure of justice has been done.

>>6318775

(Working on the assumption that Huang is going to set me down on Nugar)

> Begin Consuming the Spark of Nugar
"tsss has been rescued! tsss did not know tsss needed rescuing, but tsss was getting very wet and now tsss is dry!"

There follows much excited rambling and stories about the wonders of crocodile teeth, and considerable milling about directly atop the Unwanted's corpse. Inevitably spine collides with spark.

POP

"Hallo friend nugar! tsss has rolled on your shiny by accident! does friend nugar have...does..."

The death urchin sways and droops as the power of another god floods into him, falling fast asleep.

Rolled 6, 9 = 15 (2d10)

>>6317808
>First dice fortitude roll
>[MI] He Dwells Beneath
As the shape assaulted the subterranean God Ervenbloud once more let his voice rise to the surface. “Strike at me all you wish, my words remain true. Join me if you do not wish to be struck out of the sky."
>[UI][DI] Convert Legiad second dice
Meanwhile in the ashlands a Magma Spawn was struck by inspiration as they watched another crack a stone with their heat. He worked day and night creating a symbol for every word he knew, carving them in stone and sharing them with any that would listen. After his death, when his body had cooled and hardened into rock, “Shaper of Writing" would be carved into his chest.
>[MA] Develop Logography
This new system of writing was quickly adopted by those with mercantile aspirations. Whenever an agreement was made the deal would be carved in stone and both parties would place a finger upon the stone allowing the unique scorch pattern they produce to act as a signature.
>[MA] Develop Contracts

>>6317808
>>6317917
>Converted Zaraave while I was in (14,28)
>Whistled while I was in (14,28) [MI]
Wisdom finally established a breakthrough, proving that the mongrel was the exception to other primals' ability to see mount Tai.
>Move to (15,28)
The sectmaster smiles at his diligent disciple.
"I think I hear home calling for you. You best attend to your Kikka subjects"
>Pick up Zaraave and Heliodos
>Move to (16,29)
>Convert 2 Mana into 1 DI [MI]

>Develop [MA] - Diamond Fist
>Preq-Tech: Mountain Shattering Palm
>Preq-Resources: Jold
>Upgrade Jold extraction to Scarce
A palm carried much with it, carried more away.
But much more could be carried as sand than as stone. Much the same, less could be carried as diamond and metal.
Concentrate the strike, concentrate the extraction, and you will have a fistful of precious jold in hand.
Thus, advanced students would set themselves to training on Jold, rather than already-soft stone.
Learning is like rowing upstream, not to advance is to drop back 学如逆水行舟,不进则退

>Develop [MA] - Sun Drying
>Preq-Tech: N/A
>Preq-Resources: N/A
>Food preservation
The Mount Ao sect lived much closer to the sun than most. To them, it was companion in lucidity and delirium. Where it was, heat abound. Where it was not, the frost bit.
No shortage of their companion then, for when the meager rations they scrounged needed preserving for the winter months.

>>6319208

> tsss moves to 11,26 (via whistle direction)

A whistle! As the jaws of the alligator relaxes tsss bursts from its mouth, devastating the trout population, and shoots merrily across the land. Is this home? Where is cloud friend? Where is friend nugar?

Why is tsss alone!?

Fortunately the death urchin is spared the worst of tsss anxiety when a Kikka greets tsss from below.

> Hahk UI: Modify Unit. Equip Sstabber and Thoride Mount.
> Hahk Move (11,26)

"Master. It is good you are home."

Thousands of needles fixate on the Kikka Wizard.

"Tsss...is not yet master! Tsss is only disciple! But tsss has brought present!"

The mass of sharp death spins, a ragged albeit gigantic corpse hurling off of it, crashing into the thornwood.

> tsss UI. Throw Duplocutus corpse to (9,26)

Rolled 6, 2 = 8 (2d10)

>>6319392

> Rabble Riders Move to (10,19)
> Rabble Riders (Attempt to) Convert Molten Provenance, rolling Culture with Disadvantage

The great host of the Rabble Riders diverts through the lands of the magma people, marveling at the strange and hostile landscape, dangerous in so many exciting and new ways. Few Kikka have ever had the opportunity to burn alive!

While they're there they spread the good word of tsss to any who would listen! The majesty of a good stabbing, the adrenaline of knowing at any moment ten thousand deadly spikes might come rolling along and destroy everything! Toilets! Do lava men poop?

It's probably not a very convincing argument. Before long the Rabble Riders move on.

> Rabble Riders move to (9,18)

Rolled 1, 7 = 8 (2d10)

>>6319414
Resisting the call to stab (Culture disadvantage)

>>6319500
As the rabble riders left much argument and infighting occurred. Those who remained faithful were known as followers of the old flame whereas those who took the riders words to heart were walkers of the spiked path. As time went on the old flame was pushed deeper into the tunnels as the spiked path faith spread. Abnormally sharp stalactites formed in the tunnels the new faith dominated, till at last they reached the center of the Provenance where Ervenbloud is said to have been born. Sootwalker, a Magma Spawn raised in the traditions of the forest, marched into the chamber. “Generaions ago our people dreamt of spikes. Foolishly the old priests claimed our progenitor was sending a message. But now we know the truth—our god has abandoned us, yet the Sab Lord calls. And today, we answer.” He stabbed a spike left by the Kikka into the ground. On the other end of which was an impaled crucoad that had once belonged to a respected priest. A circle with sixteen lines surrounded it. The new symbol for Tsss. In the deepest tunnels those of the old flame begged for mercy while on the surface Magma Spawn reported the Unhallowed Volcanos produced enough smoke to blacken the skies.

>>6319392
> Carrying Duplocuta's Corpse with me as I go

Rolled 3, 5, 5 = 13 (3d10)

>>6317917
>>6318151
>>6319169
(Primal resistance rolls. First die is Zaraave, second die is Quarenicis, third die is Legiad.)

Rolled 6 (1d7)

>>6319620
Rolling for wizard

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>6319620

Sauria Prophetics move to Kaiju, convert

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>6319633
(Quarenicis resistance roll.)

>>6318151
>The assault upon Quarenicis mind and body is successful, but in truth only due to the intervention of the Sauria Prophetics, who had interloped through the desert to involve themselves in such a clash.

>They did not understand what they saw, these tendrils of golden metal, the sight before them was blinding, the Alignment in their minds altering it to something suitably mythological, all save for one.

>One Sauria by the name of Sektek saw the truth of this, saw the spaceship that was not from this world for what it was, he had seen it all the night before in a terrible vision and now it was before him.

>Fear and zeal and madness all mix together, the lizard finds himself suddenly leading the missionary effort against Quarenicis, delivering an argument so striking that the kaiju is actually swayed just long enough to be distracted and fully assimilated, and then somehow throwing himself into the way of the nanomachine injector at the last possible moment.

>The mana within the kaiju reacted somehow, the nanomachines within the Sauria resonated in a strange manner.
>The lizardman was remade into a new and exotic meld of biology and alien machinery, with powerful dominion over things similar to himself, he was now Ͼ-Sektek, Wizard of Cybernetics

Ͼ-Arkatassus: Carry Sauria Prophetics, move to 21, 20
UI: Change back to Arkatassus mode

>>6319208
>>6319620
>Do not carry Zaraave
>Zaraave swims to (14,30)

>>6318140
>Terraform: Claim [MA] [1DI] - (38,24) (39,23)(39,22)
Whilst Mortrose will acquire the southern village as agreed, and will pull away the fallen Tree-God's stump to make use of it, Laqura decides it worth confirming one's own little patch of terrain on which to consume an apparently unmovable spirit.

>Develop: Pottery[MA]
Resources: Clay
The presence of a God of Mud in the area is taken as an inspiration by some of the Granchpolpo, who so learn to take the clay-heavy muds of the area and fashion them into pots and utensils and the like, adding some praise of the instruments of the Dragon of Rebirth to their regular devotions unto Laqura.

>>6319392
If it's not too much of a hassle, and/or possible, please adjust this to:
> Instead of spending a DI throwing the corpse, hand it off to Hahk to haul/drag/carry it as close to (9,26) as possible.

>>6317811
>Develop [MA] [N/A DI] -
>Preq-Tech: carving, farming
>Preq-Resources: wood, Chrystal
>
< Ignuous a dye farmer hauling his crops by chrystaline hand to market. Ignous an impatient sort among petrosapiens was walking by the architects moving large blocks of marble via rollers large cut sections of logs used to move building materials. Ignous annoyed about bringing his haul piece meal instead of all at once had a sudden thought, could rollers be refined? This concept would follow long after minimal day of trade. Caught by the strange mood the farmer experiments with rollers cutting sections of wheels off then reinforcing the wheel by creating a cleft and peg out of Chrystal then sandwiching three of these prototype wheels in 60 degrees to fully distribute weight. Then adding specially cut panels to hang on to the wheels carving a Chrystal bearing and finally inventing a primitive cart.>
>Develop [MA] [N/A DI] -
>Preq-Tech: geomancy and carving
>Preq-Resources: claimed territory

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d10)

>>6317813
>>6316957
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>>6318073
>Minor: [Communicate] - Laqura
The lindwyrm burbles in contentment, seemingly pleased as such simple praise yet again, "Yes, yes, you are very welcome indeed~." While, as Laqura approaches, Mortrose lounges against the base of Daemupochu and fiddles with some intricate equipment in her talons, turning it over and over again in thought. She hums in agreement, "Hmm, yeeees, so much to do, so much to make. I would turn over the world myself with all new bounties and landscapes myself, my glepnal only a small fragment of which I wish to concoct. I understand your plight to be much in the same as mine. Very well, I had thought to make a fusion of mud and plant, perhaps mangroves or endless springs, but I see you too have a wish to create around these isles, and I am already quite busy besides..." A tongue flicks out in frustration as more time passes.

As the Dragon of the Depths approaches, spinning clouds away in miniature hurricanes and leaving rainbows in its wake, a wicked Cheshire grin spreads across Mortrose's face, and She belts out a rancorous chortle, "Why, my young serpent, imitation is the HIGHEST form of flattery! And Dragons are QUITE partial to flattery. You'll learn more of our ways, in time. But no parody is this, already I find our agreement far more palatable, with such a becoming appearance as yours. Take this tree's spark, I'll see to my own rewards as well. Still, while you've been in transit, I've nearly finished my work here. There is, as we said, still so much to do. And I've a mind to... ingratiate... with our other peer across the channel."

With a single half glance back, the Dragon recedes back into the sea, a wake of silt left in the wake, "I look forward to seeing what colors you paint these isles in, next we meet, young serpent."

>Unit Action [God]: Collect the tree's corpse and Move to <35,22>.
>Unit Action [Wizards]: Move to <38,25>. both attempt to affinity check the Giagi Grove settlement. One dice each.
>Brother Sadman continue to head south to <38,27>, to take somber sentinel over his homelands while the Lady goes to discuss with more... temperamental sorts.
>Kentrose surfs to <35,25>, away from immediate retribution but close enough to help her Lady should the need arise.

>>6320028
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>>6318301
>Minor: [Communicate] - Drakatron
Coming up to take roost upon the coastal outcroppings at the northern tip of *Her* isle, the lindwyrm listens as even here she can hear the insentient beating of dunderheads against doorhinges, and civil-disputes between dragon and underlings. Once more, after having dealt with the psychopathic Narcissists and painfully naive daemu, Mortrose was endlessly grateful at the singleminded industriousness of Her own minions. The kosk's squaking notwithstanding...
Still, failings of the Sharpclaw and their master aside, it was high time the two mature dragons meet.

It starts from the gut, where power and spark reside. A deep intonation, as the very earth rumbles and shakes, before a great roar is belted from Her too-wide mouth and directed across the channel towards Her peer.
The common draconic tongue can appear simple, in its deafening utterances and roars, but only to a lesser creature. To a fellow dragon, they are rife with meaning and sonorous flow, Her words carried crystal clear. And so too their smugness. "I see...., these intrusive doors have appeared in your domain as well, Draconic Conquerer. Though, I, the Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth, Mortrose, have already de-fanged Mine with simple ease. With wit and will I now hold the keys to one, but, I suppose your means have a certain -simplistic- charm to them as well. How is it going?"

Already expecting offense to Her tone, she continues, "I mean no *disrespect*, my fellow kin, otherwise I would trespass without warrant and show you how it is done," the mudwyrm raises Her arms in placation to go with Her words, though Her voice drips with not a fair degree of superiority. One dragon sizing another up, She could not afford to show difference so easily, "But it begs me to aaaask: Are you -*satisfied*- with such... inefficient means of violence? If you plan to seize the world like one of your stature is ought to, let alone this hunk of wood before you, then... mayhaps I have something of mmm -Interest- for you and yours. Do keep me waiting, I enjoy watching the show in the meantime."

>>6320028
>>6320035
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>Major: [Develop] [1 Mana] - Accretion Scrawl - Miasma, clouds, nebulae, even the false firmament in a sort of psuedo science sense. They all comprise of suspended particulate of one sort or phase of another, drawn together and held in airborn clumps. Aggregation, condensation, the accretion runes work off of similar principles, both as a fundamental magical capability of Kentrose herself, and now a capability the menials may make use of as well. On it's own, it's little more than a decoration or simple cover, but it shall enable many more works in the future.
Using: Domain - Aetheral Wizard, Tech - Wyrm's Will. A general magic tech mostly to enable other stuff.

>Major: [Develop] [DI] - The Soullysis Weaponry (DI Consecrators Gathering tech+) - Proper collection and maintenance of the Consecrators enters the Vessel's work schedule, as their Lady instructs them in the importance and duty of such a task. While she could do this with a simple flick of her tail in command, in this case, she takes a personal hand in their standardization. While infusing the Rite of Right to the Soul alongside her own divine will into any weapon should in theory provide a way to sneakthief the souls of anyone unfortunate enough to be killed by it, her current arsenal provides an even more robust solution. The Consecrators themselves target and lyse souls out of their bodies, sundering their bindings material or otherwise, while the accretion magic of her wizard allows these soulstuffs to be recompiled back together and be coalesced by the Rite once more - thereby bypassing a good deal of protection or claimant any other gods may have on their minion's immortal souls.
Using: Domain - Mud/Soul, Tech - Wyrm's Will, Accretion Runes, Overturn of Heavens ~ Rite of Right to the Soul, Encased in Clay ~ Added to the Hoard. Resources - Consecrators, Minimal Wood

To be a god is to create. This is an immutable fact of all who tred this world. But, as can be seen with the god tree, some create less than others, while... some may perhaps take a shine to minute work that goes perhaps a bit too far. For decades the Lindwyrm, seemingly dozing off in the shade of the tree god's corpse canopy or the shore's tidepools, has been fiddling away at a mindnumbing task. But to her, there is a degree of single minded interest in the deed, watching it develop, and ultimately be vindicated by the results. This weaponry, fashioned from Consecrators and jungle wood, now a little less cumbersome to use by the laymortral (for all the horrors of her reign, let not poor ergonomics be one of them), shall be a pillar of her rule. Of her conquest. Able to steal souls in a far more direct manner and covet them all to herself. Now if only she had a simple minded brute to make mindless use of them...

>>6320035
Drakatron whirls around in the direction of the newcomer, or at least in the direction that her voice is coming from. "What trickery is this?" He growls, before taking up a perch upon the bastion wrought from the shell of the great crustacean, who's spark still lingers within the settlement that serves as its gravesite. There, he beholds, Mortrose, and a smile breaks out across his features.
>Drakatron moves to [34,21]

"Huzza! A civilized being at last! You are correct, this irksome woodwork has indeed revealed particular... Shortcomings. In my minions. Perhaps in my rush to secure the resources of distant lands, I have neglected to develop my holdings closer to the center of my power..." He says, gesturing to where the skull of some great tundra beast had been hung from the bastion's crude walls in an only partially successful attempt to make them more imposing. The implied boast of being able to secure such a thing to begin with, meanwhile, has him preening just the faintest bit.

>>6317810
>1MA+1DI: Improve Vekratil Jewelry
Emboldened by the firethief’s fighting, the crown-god’s own spark ROARS into the heavens, as fragments of its crowny glory embed themselves into the shimmering jewels of the shades.

Perhaps… the beginning of something? But definitely some very pretty jewelry in any case!

>1MA: gather stones
It’s not glamorous, but you can’t build caerns to your rotten glory without more rocks

Rolled 10, 5, 5 = 20 (3d10)

>>6317808

>>6317283
Makrópnoos answered the Ice Queen with aplomb ''It is the Red Reptile hiding there next to your settlement Ice Queen, I am afraid he is becoming increasingly powerful and may one day hunt us down, and so I wish to stop him before that can happen. Will you join me Ice Queen?''

Then the God-King leaped to the thicket in which the hunter god was consuming the corpse(Which shouldn't be hard given its immense size) extending hs foot out to smash the beast in the head with a kick while coming down.

>Unit Makrópnoos Move to 18,6
>Unit Makrópnoos use UI and 1 DI to Attack Rojodaz
>Unit Kairos, move to 17,15

>>6317679

>Unit ἰσχύς uses UI to convert Exettakal

Meanwhile, ἰσχύς heard the beastly Demigoddess in his slaughter and contemplated her words. He looked around him at the torn and wild forms of the little beings and then concluded that not only was it truly wasteful...but it was slow as well. ''You are right, I shouldn't kill them. However...'' Seeing as they followed what was presumably a violent predator deity, they might respect strength, so this show of force wasn't entirely worthless. The human hero then approached the creatures again and went on about how slaughtering them was too easy with their god having abandonned them...so he offered them another Lord instead.


>MA1: Sklēros Bone refining, powerful resource creation, equivalent to Syrconite. Uses 1 DI
>Pre-Req: Aurodox, Hardtusk Aurodox, Masters of Beasts, Craftiness and Foresight domains

There was a semi-hidden objective to the breeding of Aurodox with especially powerful bones. Specifically the Humans of Arche needed stronger materials to work with but all they had was wood, the odd rocks and other animals' bones. Now that they had the Hardtusk Aurodox however, maybe they would finally see a notable improvement in their tools. They began by using the bones as is to test their strength but found that they were harder and stronger than basically anything they had. This would require them to grind them into shape using each other first, a process that would take a long time...

MA2: Plastic Trees, general progress tech, 1 mana

Kairos, seeing as he couldn't really do anything to aid his Lord yet, walked back towards Arche and contemplated the Humans' current issues. He noticed that the...mushroom knights had what amounted to clay. A moldable material to build and make pots with. While he had no doubts that they could trade for this one day, Kairos thought farther ahead and put his lore of evolution to use, aiming to grow and cultivate trees with exceptionally moldable genes.


(First two roll are strength for Makropnoos' attack while the third one is the conversion roll from the hero)

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>6320213
(Explosive dice)

>>6320213
>''It is the Red Reptile hiding there next to your settlement Ice Queen, I am afraid he is becoming increasingly powerful and may one day hunt us down, and so I wish to stop him before that can happen. Will you join me Ice Queen?''
"This is trully worrisome. How many gods has he felled ?"

>>6320222
''To my knowledge, I have felt a spark disappear from the area he was in, and here he is consuming yet another one. For how many he has hunted, I do not know, but he is growing''

>>6317679
>>Develop [MA] weaving
>>Develop [MA] Fire starting

"Know maybe having some technology would be a good thing" -- local divine moth

>>6320229
>>6317813
meant to reply to this one my bad

>>6317813
Land sinks beneath the waves, as two forces of nature battle for dominion over the tundra, beneath the horrified eyes of a terrified young man, way out of his depth.

It goes beyond base instinct, as various beasts, large and small, flee the sinking ground, least they become swallowed up by the rising tide. No, the horror is contextual- if the Beast, dancing on the changing surface tension of the water, falls here, however will he complete his search?

Then, unbidden, he thinks of his brother, sinking in those dark, icy depths of the rushing water.

Blind terror. That becomes Writ entire world, as he dives beneath the rising tides, an inhuman whistle ringing between his ears as he falls into rigors of a nightmare reborn.

>[UI] Writ sinks, in a cold, dark embrace. Fueled by irrational instinct, Writ weaves a spell, desperately trying to sing as the icy liquid fills his lungs. Using up his Mana and the aspects of Domination and Change, he develops Ichor Mimicry, using the Children’s taste for salt as the basis for thickening his control of their ichor, and using the local enlightened sealife to search and aid. Though nominally unsuccessful in saving the imaginary figment of his drowning brother, it combined with Ichorized Fishing and Whaling to aid the Beast in his conversion of Arktikana, granting a +1 Conviction due to the deliciousness of the salty ichorous prey.
>Writ is pulled from the freezing embrace by a friendly Marine, the smallest runt of them, and the Children dry and warm him on (40, 2).

>[MA] Ichorous Salt Licks
The Children develop a way of compacting and storing the mineral in a compact, usable form. Using the Ichor in their saliva (and in some… violent cases, blood), they find that it is a great bonding properties for this material. Some of the Children, particularly those of the Mammoth persuasion, attempt this process with the larger, bouncing crystalline ‘licks’, with a shocking degree of success, such as they claim.

>[MA] Rudimentary Mining
The burrowing instincts and abilities of the Children in Whitefall are expanded upon via successive generations of Ichorous Evolution. In particular, an unusual soft mineral begins garnering interest of the more intelligent of the Children, though not to the degree of the salt, for its pliability when wet and its strength when hardened. As more and more of this material in Whitefall gets used, they begin referring to this new mineral as… Clay.

>[UI] [1DI] The singing Beast utilizes Ichor Conversion on Arktikana and moves his dance to (39,1), if only to witness such wonderful change of terrain.

Beautiful. Stunning. Brilliant. Such words pale in comparison to the enormous change happening to the land around the Beast, as it breaks apart into the sea. Dancing with glee atop the trembling surface tension of the ocean surrounding him, the Beast renewed his efforts to convert the living iceberg-breaker with vigor untold, transforming his passion into beautiful resonance.

>>6320241
>The Marines, freshly equipped and reinforced, continue swimming south, buoyed by ichor, salt, and new friends to aid in their pilgrimage.

>>6320227
"I see. 2 gods being defeated by the same opponent is noteworthy on it's own, so I'll help you."

Rolled 4, 6 = 10 (2d10)

>>6317808
>[MA] [wood] develop wooden shields

>[MA] [textile] [beasts] develop clothing
with the excess of leather from their prey and textile from the land, the wolfmen devise ways of covering them for protection and to build status

-MI move god unit to 18,6

-MI move hero units to 18,6

-UA DI attack rojodaz at 18,6

-UA heroes attack rojodaz at 18,6

-UA mage attacks rojodaz at 18,6

Rolled 8, 6, 4 = 18 (3d10)

>>6320249
rolling for the 3 other units

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>6319805
>Unit Action [Luigi]: Move to <38,23>
>[Convert] using [Pallipods]
Luigi arrives at the Gagi Grove settlement, and clears his throat before introducing himself. Laqura has come fourth and bought water to these lands before. Now that their god has sadly died, Gagi Grove surely should come across and join with Laqura?

>>6317808
>Terraform [MA][1 DI]: Midnight Caller claims (3, 28) and (2, 30)
>Build [MA]: Midnight Caller establishes the settlement Prime Site at (1, 28).
>Build [MA]: Midnight Caller establishes the settlement First Contact at (3, 28).
>Build [MA]: Midnight Caller establishes the settlement Suffering at (2, 30).

It took nine nights for one hidden stranger to knock on the sands thirteen times, and it was eight attendants and five warriors that arose and took to her service. It is understood, that she be amongst them, and they to masquerade as her. Yet, when they counted again, there were eighteen among them, and they did not know from the five from the new settlements which was her, and this is how it was.

MA claim 14,14

MA claim 13,13

MA develop primative music

Talos knew not why he hummed but there was a distinct feeling that said he should keep humming to go along with how he felt. The recent spoils had salt and a somewhat savory herb added to it and he just couldn't stop the noises he made from satisfaction after his meal. Satisfaction? Maybe that was it, or was it happiness, yes happiness was the feeling and he just knew that if he showed other people how to express themselves from noises like this they could stir a sense of understanding how one felt from one another.

MA develop hunting traps (hunting + tools + woodcutting)

The first step was hard work but easy enough, dig a hole. The second step was to take large sticks and sharpen them like our spears. Then we made sure they all stood tip up just below the ground. Lastly we took brushwood and grass and covered it to make it look like its not there but dont worry we can mark a sign on a nearby tree to warn of the trap I dont think the animals can read

-Soft foot the hunter epoch 12

Rolled 10, 3, 10, 8, 5 = 36 (5d10)

>>6320213
(Resistance roll and conversion resistance roll. First three dice are for Rojodaz's resistance, last two dice are for Exettakal's conversion resistance.)

Rolled 2, 6, 6, 4, 1, 6, 2, 6, 10 = 43 (9d10)

>>6320330
>>6320249
>>6320250
Whoops, forgot to change my name. Next set of resistance rolls. 1-3 to resist Catarina, 4-6 to resist the Geada, 7-9 to resist Marcella.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>Unit Move - Theobald to (18,6)
>Unit Interact [1DI] Theobald follows in cohort with the God King, driving his clamored and mortal fists into the beast for as long as time shall lend him.

>Develop [MA] - Concordant Pallisade
>Preqs: Scarce Elderwood, Substrate, Chitterling Builders
As times of war approach, the Listeners are plenty aware of the horrors within sight of their Vessel. Though little preparations can be made, the great effort of defense is enforced by House Nelyth immediately. The shipments of uprooted Elderwood begins to make its arrival from traveling generations of pilgrim Morcair folk, as the wood is wittled and the Chitterlings are commmanded to work the material into the earth, as en concert the new pallisades surrounding their settlements hum in a strange harmony of both tenacity and displacement.

>Create Unit [MA] - The Makers
>Population: 5 from Lake of Communion

>Unit Interact [The Makers 1] Construct a Myceliac Relay on (16,17), and begin a road on (16,17) going along the coastline of (17,16). I should be able to build 1 or 2 constructs up to decided performance of my Chitterling upgrades, and +1 from 15 pop unit

>Absorb Mana [MI] Turn 2 Mana into 1DI

Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d6)

>By the end of this epoch Theobald will succumb to his age, and a new Vessel will be born.

Rolled 2, 6, 9, 10, 5 + 2 = 34 (5d10 + 2)

>Develop [MA] [1 DI] Tiryagyoni, Bestial Delusion (2/5)
>Preq: Adaptation Domain, Predation Domain, Through Death, Strength, Primal Nature

>Develop [MA] [3 DI] Tiryagyoni, Bestial Delusion (5/5)
>Preq: Adaptation Domain, Predation Domain, Through Death, Strength, Primal Nature, Highlander’s Spark, Strength Domain, Absorption Domain, Hozumi’s Spark, Illusion Domain
>Rojodaz eschews all divinity, intentionally deluding himself and attempting to transmute the divine energy suffusing his body and spark into Mana. While in this state, Rojodaz is functionally treated as a Primal, losing all Major Actions in exchange for a +1 to his damage and soak, as well as the FV of his Strength and Fortitude. This physical imbalance, however, will prove inevitably fatal for Rojodaz, resulting in his death at the beginning of the third epoch after the transformation comes to pass.

With a growl, the god endures the outpouring of power from the spark, then endures again as blows are rained down at him by all manner of foes. This annoying interference, this noise, that prevents him from reveling in his hunts…he would rather the weakness depart from his body, and leave him only with the violence…

To the hunter’s desire, the power he has accrued responds. The dregs of the two sparks, once dormant within his body, burn back to life, drawing on the excess of divine energy now circulating throughout his body as they begin their work, and his newly developed organ shines with a malevolent red light as it undergoes yet another change. Now, rather than converting Mana to divine energy to preserve his body, a reversed reaction occurs, divine power pouring into the organ at a rate that strains it to its limit before being expelled as an overwhelming outpouring of Mana, an unstoppered flood that violently clashes with the divine energy pouring out endlessly from the god’s spark. Now, however, unconcerned with the consequences, the more warlike of the two spark remnants utilizes the violence of these clashes, transforming them into an explosive power…

(cont'd)

>>6320391
It is most evident, at first, in the red, reptilian scales that lend the god his distinct colour. At a rate visible to the eye, they begin to blacken and char in a dozen different places, hardening as though tempered by the violence they contain within even as their cells wither and die. The change begins to spread, until the once vibrantly red god has become an ominous coal black, his long, scythe-like, newly grown talons and blade-like fangs standing out all the more distinctly for the contrast. Then, in a different form, the colour returns…red as blood, like the vitality of life itself, lightning begins to crackle and spark, emerging from within the beast and lending the very air itself a coppery scent of ozone as it devastates the surrounding plantlife a dozen elctrical fires begun by its mere presence. Similarly red mist begins to pour out from its mouth with each exhale, every breath bringing it one step closer to death even as strength beyond strength floods its limbs.

Finally the gentler spark begins its work on the god’s(?) mind. Higher thoughts are cloaked in mist, ushered into obscurity as the hunter’s instinctive reptilian brain and wild instincts are brought to the fore. Slaver begins to drip from the predator’s mouth, though the heat pouring off of its body evaporates it before it even hits the ground, and once sky-blue eyes are stained red as the blood vessels within burst, the beast’s vision becoming tinted as its bloodlust causes it to let out a throaty, ragged roar that echoes with ravenous, savage promise. In its last moments, as its thought flutter away on the breeze, the mental shroud hits an unexpected snag, caught for a moment on a quiet day, when the wild deity watched with annoyance and poorly concealed fondness over the strange little balls of fur that toddled, against all odds, in his wake. Then that last thought evaporates into blood-drenched hunger, and the god is gone, consumed by the beast.

>Attack [UI] [1 DI] Makrópnoos

Rolled 10, 5, 1 = 16 (3d10)

>>6320399
(Making the actual roll, since I forgor.)

Rolled 3, 5, 4 = 12 (3d10)

>>6320379
Resistance roll.

Rolled 9, 3 = 12 (2d10)

>>6320401
Fortitude roll...

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>6320213
Also I forgot to roll for Plastic Trees

Rolled 3, 8 + 1 = 12 (2d10 + 1)

>>6320241
(They forgot to roll the dice for their convert, so rolling on their behalf.)

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>6320455
(Arktikana's resistance roll.)

>>6317808

>UI+DI [Portal] to 5.21 land of salt and promise. But mostly salt.

>MA [Develop] Digging & Quarrying
I know i know not the most exciting or adventurous of tech but alas sometimes it's gotta be like that. The ground is literally salt it's just dig, dig, and more digging with the added precaution so it does not all cave in.

The sestans already have experience from digging stones and oltar in the mountains, it's just repurposing that knowledge for salt and sand, and maybe switching pickaxes for shovels. Ah and also maybe using textiles here and there to stock the thing because you can't just push it like a nice rock. the list goes on....

>MA [Develop] Medicinal gardens. Using Orchads & gardening tech and the ashlands.

Turn out when ashes rain on you from nearby volcanoes it kinda suck and you need a lot of time dedicated to cleaning. But also turn out that plants love the stuff. Weird coming from those that die when not in the sun for a few hours but gods do not questions the way of mortals.
The Sestans armed with a love of gardening and a passion for cooking discovered many tasty plants that they decided to try and cultivate for added spices in the kitchen. Turn out a side gain was that a lot of those plants are actually good to help when you're sick. Unexpected but welcome result as the little hat men begin to create gardens in earnest to grows those medicinal plants from the ashen soil

Rolled 5, 7, 2, 1, 4, 2 = 21 (6d10)

>>6320028
>>6320262
(Resistance rolls. First four to resist Mortrose's conversions, last two to resist Laqura's.)

GOD ACTIONS
Catarina
You strike at the gargantuan red reptile with your icy magics, though its hide, it seems, is more then capable of availing itself against the cold. Rojodaz’s Vitality is now 15/25.
With their attempts to tame the surrounding wildlife paying off in dividends, your people can afford to experiment with the remnants of their new livestock, with one individual eventually figuring out how to tan the hides under the cold arctic sun, creating a thick, yet relatively lightweight material more resilient than even the thick coats of fur with which your Wolfmen are adorned. Clothing developed.
The material proves similar effective when layered over the shield, another recent invention of those among your Wolfmen who had taken an interest in sparring with their fellows, in the hopes of honing their skill at arms. Though the pine shields are only moderately durable alone, prone to splintering, with a thick layer of leather overtop to cushion incoming blows they at last come into their own as an addition to the Wolfmen’s arsenal. Shields developed.

Drakatron
Finally, under the Saurians’ uncoordinated assault, the massive wooden Portal begins to crumble, wood groaning, warping and splintering as it is robbed of its ability to restore its own weight and the structure topples onto the sandy beach below, crushing a couple of unlucky (or greedy) lizards who fail to get clear. Portal destroyed.
Though your Sharpclaws possess an abundance of viciousness, and a certain low cunning, they are sorely lacking in discipline, as their attack on the door(?) proved. So you set about the task of drilling them to your satisfaction, those who survive your near machine-like standards emerging from the other end grizzled, hardened, and ready to lord their superior discipline, tactics, and skill at arms over their lazier fellows.
Although these northern beasts are as vicious as any that can be found in the humid jungles of your home, they are not, your wizard finds, as vicious as the Sharpclaws, despite their larger size, thicker hides, and deadlier natural weapons. Nevertheless, Star-Eyes concludes, in his (inferior to your own of course) wisdom, that these creatures might, once sufficiently cowed, be turned towards other uses, commanding a contingent of the warriors who have accompanied him to set about the task of taming the creatures? How? Well, that part is up to them to figure out, your lizard wizard has other experiments to do, such as seeing if this wintery northern sun remains as relaxing to bask under. Domestication developed.

Ejpto’Jsjt
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Ervenbloud
Though the creature(?) unsuccessfully continues to bite and gouge at your form, your words cause yet more hesitation, particularly at the great form’s core, which seems to transform into a calm, still eye of the otherwise roiling storm. Whatever its choice, it will almost certainly be decided in short order. Legiad’s Obstinance is now 1/3.
Though the fruits of his labour would not be fully borne until long after his mortal life had expired, Shaper of Writing’s symbolic language, a work of decades to capture every crackled, hissing word of your people’s language in solid form begins to form a bedrock, a foundation on which a new stage in Magma Spawn society might finally form as the symbols disseminate, at first fragmented, then with greater regularity, until at last the symbols are widespread, messages carved into walls and pillars. Logography developed.
Eager to find another outlet for the bartering skills they’ve already honed amongst themselves for several generations now, many Magma Spawn are happy to begin putting their agreements in more physical, concrete terms, especially where larger, more important business dealings are concerned, or when interacting with those they do not altogether trust to be honest. Contracts developed.

Harbour
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Huáng
Finally, jolted from its bloodlust by the overwhelming agony of its would-be prey’s spines piercing the roof of its mouth, the crocodilian is finally swayed by your words, spitting out your prickly disciple with a grumble of pain and disdain before rising back to the surface, cold, reptilian eyes assessing you as they await your commands. Zaraave converted.
Although it pushes even the arts of your disciples to their utmost limits, the dull yellow ore that can be found in the depths of the mountain on which your sect is situated makes for the perfect final test for a disciple’s palm or fist arts. Are you possessed of anything less then perfect mastery and control, the sheer density of the metal is enough to reduce a disciple’s hand to a mess of cuts and fractures. Thus, in turn, if one can scoop away at or pierce the ore, then there is no doubt to be had that they have reached the apex of the art. Diamond Fist developed.
Though these sun-dried rations are somewhat lacking in taste compared to their fresher counterparts, and tough to chew, many of your sect’s disciples simply treat the sturdiness of their meals as a new form of training. Some even develop a taste for the rations, and however chewy these new rations might be, they’re certainly preferable to the fasts that had preceded them during the leaner months of the year, when your disciples were less successful in their attempts to procure food in the sparse conditions. Sun Drying developed.

Laqura
3 hexes claimed.
Though mounful, thankfully the innocent Daemu seem receptive to your wizard’s request, bouncing back and happily coming under your wing. Gagi Grove converted.
As you take in the once fruitful and vital tree deity’s spark the water that surrounds your own sizzles and boils, a small portion of it even evaporating under the strain, though thankfully you’re able to draw in the surrounding moisture of the humid, leafy jungles of the arboreal god’s demesne to ensure you do not suffer any serious loss of mass before you fully assimilate the outpouring of power. Spark consumed.
Though some innovation might yet need to be made, to adapt this pottery to an underwater environment, in the less waterlogged portions of your people’s settlements these pots and utensils are put to good use, allowing your people to store food, water, and other goods without cluttering up their domiciles. Some even take to storing live fish within the sizeable vessels, either for pets or later consumption. Pottery developed.

Laurelios
Fascinated by the newly changed trinkets, which sparkle with a light unrealisable without that spark of divinity, your people fight over them with an almost rabid desperation, and though they acquiesce once the jewelry can at last be said to be possessed by another, their eyes follow those adorned with an uncharacteristically focused jealous for the otherwise scatter-minded Shades.
Though wood makes for a fine enough building material in most regards, it certainly lacks in sturdiness and longevity, at least when compared with stone. Thus, with an excess of lumber already diffused throughout the village, the Shades begin to focus their efforts instead on gathering a greater quantity of stone, embedding it into the foundation of their definitely-not-mausoleums, so that they might better endure the ravages of time. Stone Gathering developed.

Lithic
Though its craftmanship leaves a great deal of room for refinement, the primitive cart’s sturdy materials allow it to bear an impressive amount of weight for its size, and though pulling the cart along with a full load is no easy task, it is still a sight easier then the several trips Ignuous once had to make. Seeing the convenience the inventor is able to derive from his creation, several of his compatriots approach him with questions about how he made the contraption, knowledge he is more then happy to provide. This is, of course, nothing more then a prelude to the hand-cart’s rapid spread throughout Onn. The Wheel developed.
Though the hand-carts are very convenient, they are nevertheless very limited, at least at first, by the roughness of Onn’s terrain. While some parts of the massive cavern are more flattened out, to allow for larger buildings, in other sections the ground remains craggy and rough. It is, after all, little inconvenience for your geomantic people. For the carts, however, it is a fatal obstacle. So, many of your people begin to cooperate, utilizing their stone-bending abilities over the course of weeks to create a set of sufficiently smooth, albeit narrow, paths on which their hand-carts can traverse. Primitive Roads developed.

Lys
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Makrópnoos
With the Ice Queen joining rank in piling upon the Red Reptile, one after another you and your cohort drive fist, steel, and magic into its bruised, scaled body. Rojodaz's Vitality is now 11/25.
ἰσχύς waxes poetically over the hairy Onzabra, as the fierce critters find themselves faced with a creature of far greater threat than their standard hunt. Though they devote their lives to the might of Rojodaz, never once has the scaled deity paid them mind. Now faced with a creation of divinity face to face, many remain confused whether such a being could best their muse, but it would be deceptive to say receiving such direct attention does not fascinate them. Exettakal converted
Stripping the hardy flesh and sinew from the mighty bones of this breed of Aurodox, the Humans of Arche would find a material of greater toughness and durability than any bone yet seen. Though durable, the material remains fairly difficult to shape and mold as one could with a metal. As is, the material would prove equidistant in martial effectiveness between Oltar and Syrconite. Sklēros Bones developed.
Inspired by the malleability of the mushroom knight's Substrate, Kairos works wonders to create a breed of trees with the potential to modify and cultivate into a wide breadth of species. Plastic Trees developed.

Midnight Caller
2 hexes claimed.
A knock for every epoch past, and only now would the darkness leap from its shrouded isle and meet the black shores. Prime Site built. First Contact built. Suffering Built.

Mortrose
Giagi Grove converted.
Though it remains, for the time being, little more then shimmering words written in the air, when wielded by those other then its illustrious originator, this runic language will, with any luck (luck for Kentrose, at any rate), become the basis of a valuable new weapon which your puppets might wield. Accretion Scrawl developed.
It quickly finds its first use in your newly created, and upgraded, weaponry. Though they will likely need a few tweaks yet if they hope to achieve their full potential, these weapons will, you’re certain allow you to spread your reach, dominion, and power to heights that might match even your lofty imaginings. Soullysis Weaponry (1/?) developed.

Mutare
As you lay claim to great swathes of the arctic east, the beaming light of their adjacent neighbor shines like a reminder of the progress of the hive itself. The Brood continues with fundamental milestones in their advancement. Weaving and Fire Starting developed.
2 Major Actions saved for the next Epoch.

Patior
2 hexes claimed.
Though the suffering is an inevitability of your Mortal’s lives, there is nevertheless enjoyment to be found in the quiet, humble moments of their days, after the danger has passed and they’re huddled around their campfires, with good food and good company. And it is in these moments that your people begin to hum and sing, a throaty, sonorous expression of their resilience and defiance against the elements. Primitive Singing developed.
While your people make the finest of persistence hunters, it’s not as though they particularly enjoy spending several hours of their day running down an animal until it collapses from exhaustion. To this end they put their hard-earned knowledge of their prey’s habits and haunts, as well as their savviness with their hands to use, creating basic traps to snare and kill prey for them. Hunting Traps developed.

The Beast
Aided by the boy, your song at last seems to bring a measure of calm to the massive cetacean’s territorial rage, allowing the Ichor to do its work. As it begins to slowly drift, its enraged, sonorous warsong slows and softens, become a low, rumbling hum not unlike a purr at it eyes you, awaiting your requests or commands. Arktikana converted.
Armed with these new, compressed salt licks, your people’s ability to convince their wilder fellows ascends to yet another plateau, the licks proving a tempting gift for the unwary that allows the Ichor to more easily infiltrate their systems and begin their enlightenment. Provided of course, that your own people do not reduce the licks to nothing in the meantime. Salt Licks developed.
Though it distinctly lacks in tastiness, some among your people simply enjoy playing with the oozing new material, molding it into fanciful while wet before allowing it to dry, becoming a more enduring display of their…unique aesthetics and craftsmanship. Other children, however, see the potential…Rudimentary Mining developed.

The Door
1 Portal constructed.
Though the work is inevitably monotonous, not to mention draining under the heat of the desert sun, your people take to it with gusto, lured by the promise of a new condiment…Digging and Quarrying developed.
Though the herbs prove surprisingly finnicky about their environment, your Sestans, their skills honed by years of gardening and growing, prove themselves to be up to the task of cultivating the valuable herbs and tubers. Medicinal Gardens developed.

The Whisper
At last, its defenses worn down by the veritable deluge of attacks from other sources, you manage to strike a telling blow, though considering the crackling corona of energy that begins to surround you wonder if pushing the beast to this extent was such a wise move…Rojodaz’s Vitality is now 5/25.
The palisades stand stall, spongy yet resilient, a reliable, ever-regenerating bulwark that your people and the Chitterlings who assisted in its construction are confident will be able to endure the worst of whatever the wilderness might bring to bear against it. Concordant Pallisade developed.
Yet another unit of Makers march forth, too, this time from the Lake of Communion, ready to at last tame the wilderness surrounding your people’s homeland. Maker Unit created.

tsss
Your Rabble Riders find the locals surprisingly receptive to their impromptu proselytizing, though a good number remain unreceptive to your entreaties. Molten Provenance’s Obstinance is now 1/2.
As the peaceful mien of the trees fades away, it is replaced by an ominous air, the trees still beautiful but now concealing a deadly edge, at they ensnare any unfortunate enough to die nearby. Soon enough, they will be complete…Haunted Bodhi Tree (2/3) developed.
Despite its (from a certain perspective, anyways) grisly origins, every rope is treasured and well-maintained, serving as both a valuable tool, suitable for a variety of difficult tasks, and a reminder of both the justice served in their stead and what might, in turn, happen to them should they commit a suitably heinous crime of their own. Rope developed.

Ͼ-Arkatassus
Already stuck fast, the massive sandworm has little recourse as a veritable forest of tools and manipulators, ranging from disturbing to terrifying, descend upon it, operating on and transforming Quarenicis. After several days, the desperate struggles to escape finally cease, and the worm emerges from the other side changed, transformed. Where Quarenicis fell, now Ͼ-Quarenicis arises. Ͼ-Quarenicis converted.
The civil servants set to work almost as soon as their order is established, bringing with them a bevy of changes and modifications to once calcified rules and traditions. While some more conservative Saurians rail against the changes, arguing that cacti grown here cannot possibly have the same spiritual significance as cacti grown there, most cannot deny the effectiveness of the changes they carry out, even if most of those changes revolve around growing more cacti. Civil Administration developed.
With this wave of laws and regulations, true order is at last brought to the civilization of cact-Saurians. Lawbreakers are reported, captured, tried, and imprisoned in record time as the legal apparatus is brought fully to bear on them. Legal Code developed.

Rolled 7, 4, 1, 7 = 19 (4d10)

PRIMAL ACTIONS
Jollibom
Bound.

Legiad
Once more the vague, many-voiced form descends upon the spark of power it can vaguely sense, even as a small portions of it are burnt away by their attempts to tear away at the molten, stony form. (Legiad attacks, it rolls the first die.)

Rojodaz
With a roar, the charred beast strikes out with gleaming metallic claws before blurring into motion (Rojodaz activated Honed Edge and attacks, it rolls the second, third, and fourth die).

Rolled 4, 2, 7, 2 = 15 (4d10)

>>6320529
(Rolling for who Rojodaz attacks. 1 is Makropnoos, 2 is Catarina, 3 is Geada, 4 is Marcella.)

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>6320529
(Rolling for who Rojodaz attacks. 1 is Makropnoos, 2 is Catarina, 3 is Geada, 4 is Marcella.)

>>6320509
Sparing a glance back where the portal has finally fallen but only for a moment, Drakatron refocuses on his peer slash rival.

>>6320035
>>6320068
>Minor Action: Drakatron Communicates with Mortrose
"And with that annoyance dealt with, I would hear you speak more, oh kith and kin of mine, as to what precisely you believe you have that would interest me."

>Major Action: Develop Battering Rams
Meanwhile, the Sharpclaw are developing advanced new tools for inflicting violence on door-shaped adversaries...
>Major Action: Develop Beasts of Burden
...And, given these tools are rather heavy and annoying to carry over significant distances, developing a way of foisting off such undesirable tasks onto the newly domesticated Tundra Beasts.

>>6320525
>>6320458

>Arkatassus, once again materialised on the world, roars a great fivefold roar of triumph.
>Though not through conventional methods, a fellow primal has been dominated into service once more, the King of Kaijus once again has a worthy subject

>With it comes a wizard, one of strange cold metals and odd foreign circuits, yet obsessed with life.

>This is good, all of this is very good.

>Minor: Communicate - The Door

“Opener of the Way!”

“I am occupied by my business no longer. Allow us once again to discuss what business we might have.”
“Are you unoccupied?”

> Rabble Riders move to (7,15)

The warband of kikka moves on, passing from the firelands to something strange and new. Trees! Trees that don't try to kill you! The concept is so strange, so peculiar, that the kikka almost think they've all been slain and transported to some mysterious afterlife, perhaps Greg's personal green hellscape where he will hunt them for sport. But no, prey is plentiful, the wood merely rough instead of vicious enough to rip flesh to the bone, and the occasional babbling brook supplies fresh water. It's quite unsettling!

Rolled 4 (1d6)

> tsss drops the puppy!
> tsss moves! somewhere!

>>6322128
> tsss breaks on (11,27) because it's rough terrain!

tsss is on a mountain! is this the mountain cloud friend is always not seeing? tsss is pretty sure this mountain is easy to see.

Rolled 5, 5 = 10 (2d10)

>>6320513
>1st dice fortitude
>[MI] He Dwells Beneath
As the strange being continued to attack Evernbloud he knew this was his final chance to convince them to side with him. Once more the ground quaked as he spoke “Legiad, it is time to cease this pointless effort and submit.”
>[UI][DI] convert Legiad 2nd dice
Meanwhile some Magma Spawn desired to tell time. Being a mostly subterranean race made the usage of sun dials a poor choice and while the usage of water clocks is considered, most Magma Spawn have an aversion to water that led to the idea quickly falling out of fashion however they do inspire a similar device. They would create a vessel made of basalt and fill it with magma. Said magma would drip out of a hole at the bottom, typically into another bowl though some were situated above natural magma pools. As the magma went down markings on the inside could be used to tell time based on how low the magma was.
>[MA] Develop Flowkeeper
Still this new invention presented its own problem. They didn’t have enough basalt to make a large number of them. Thankfully the more clever of their kin were able to devise a solution. When a natural source of basalt was found they would rapidly heat up the stone typically with fire though it wasn’t uncommon for some to just use their own body heat. Once heated the bravest or healthiest Spawn would collect water from underground streams and use it to rapidly cool the basalt. This process would crack the stone making it easier to mine.
>[MA] Develop Fire-Setting

Rolled 6, 7 = 13 (2d10)

> Terraform [MA] [2DI] Begin Creating Powerful Resource in the Bramble Forest: tsssvine
> tsssvine, a parasitic vine covered in hundreds of fine seed spines laced with a concerning mixture of poisons that inhibit pain, lower inhibitions, and heightens anger. It lunges at victims, often without them noticing, seeding them with future tsssvines.
> +1 additional level to Offense when making combat drug themed Offense progress-techs.

Something stirs in the bramble forest. The spines of tsss have weathered in the long years, parts of them slowly disintegrating into the ground. But no living thing can sup on the tower of tsss and be unchanged, and so something new begins to grow and writhe in the forest.

>Develop [MA] Sewing
>Preq-Tech: Leather, Textiles
> The Kikka develop bone needles and start tying things together by stabbing them! Amazing!

An enterprising Kikka has invented something new! A sharpened bone with a hole on one end, with a rope attached! The ‘Meteor Stabber’ is widely agreed to be an amazing, if somewhat finicky weapon. Unfortunately all practitioners of it end up stabbing themselves in the face with it, so the Kikka develop sewing instead.


> Terraforming Dice

Rolled 7, 5 = 12 (2d10)

>>6320509
>Develop [MA] [2 DI] - Exquisite Technique
>Preq-Tech: Mount Ao Sectmaster, Jade Beauty Heliodos, Purification, Enlightenment
>Preq-Resources: Huáng
>When the Mount Ao Sectmaster ability is performed on a primal, it costs an MI instead of a UI. However, it can still only be used once per turn.
It is challenging to train on a technique that requires another's participation. Just as challenging it is to truly know someone, enough to spar with their shadow as one envisions it, rather than as it would be.
Challenging, yes. But not impossible. Not for Huáng, disciple of the Glow, sectmaster of Mount Ao.
It is so, that sectmaster Huáng abandons the challenging. The challenging is easy, trivial, only a matter of time.
He instead goes for the impossible. To train the technique on all possible partners. Not by finding and applying, but by conceiving of every possible move, and producing a reaction, a counter, a prod, a pull, and a finishing strike.
He sits in meditation, and allows his mind to produce a universe of possibility, and then an archive of a solution for every possibility. Lizard, crocodile, duplicitous dog and spiky ball. Worm, bird, fish, dragon, rooster, and more still that could be conceived. And some that could not be conceived.
He had time, for-
>Consume the spark of the Unwanted [UI]
-his body would take an epoch to purify and integrate the spark into his meridians. A burst of power, quick to dissipate, but nearly equal to the Glow's ability in his prime.

>>6323111
>Develop [MA] - Filial Piety
>Preq-Tech: Poetry (think oral teaching)
>Preq-Resources: N/A
>Codified family structure, or 'Education'
As the pagoda and her outskirts began to fill out more and more, structure became needed. What was once unspoken, now had to be canonized through sung scriptures, lest the implied teachings lose touch with the younger generations.
To the patriarch went all spoils, for to him one paid all dues. It is he whom granted you life, bread, and roof to lay under, and it is he to whom all you own is owed.
To the mother went all thanks, for it is hers the most thankless of tasks. Three seasons she carried you, three half-stems she cared for you, and three lifetimes can you repay her with, no less.
To the elder sibling went all respect, for they are your senior who paved the easy path you now tread. Their wisdom is invaluable, earned with blood on your behalf, they share it with a laugh.
To the younger sibling went all care, for they are the future that may outstrip you, and they are the seed for which this garden exists. Nurture them with kindness, but spare not the rod, for ruthlessness can be a mercy.
To the old ancestor, peck like chickens, for it is he whom begot all you see. The due of the patriarch, the thanks of the mother, and the respect of the elder sibling, and more to him you pay.
And to the sectmaster, the long and short, the head and tail, OBEY.
Good comes from heirs, women beget heirs 不孝有三,無後為大

>Convert 2 mana into 1 DI [MI]
>'Harvest' Heliodos for pill [MI]
>The Shennong Teaches Heliodos "Carve Out The Veiled Beauty" [UI]

>>6320509
>Communicate[MI] to Catarina
''Ice Queen!'' The giant proclaims ''Neither of us can reach the beast fast enough to slay it this epoch, however if my prediction comes true then I may be able to kill it if I could somehow reach it. I will require your help. Are you capable of making me reach the red reptile?''

Rolled 9, 1, 2, 3 = 15 (4d10)

>>6320509
>[Laqura] Move to (38,23)
>[4DI + Domain: Water + Damu's Spark: (+2 to Each diceroll + Domain - Growth + Luigi: Domain - Plumbing + 1 Mana] Develop: Growthwater [MA]
The God of Growth has departed. Though engorged with the fallen spark, Laqura still weeps at that, as if tears were any much different from the other water continually falling from Laqura's form. All the projects that might have been formed in the future that will never be. To that end, Laqua finds determination to use the Spark of the fallen divine for one last act of Creation. In the Gagi grove, upon the terrain of Daemupochu's own creation, Larura calls for a spring to burst fourth, fed by the waters of the lush rain that fall and filter through the soil only to continually cycle. Let the waters of this spring be transmuted by the divine efforts and providence of two Gods, and as powerful in their potency as this effort and the expended soul of a god shall allow. Let these waters of growth boost every aspect of vitality; let those who sup from them grow strong and healthy and virile, happy, clear-headed and resilient.

And since said waters will be emerging in the form of a fountain, the Plumbing Wizard Luigi arrives to help oversee the process, and add his little support in any needed way if at all he can do so.

Rolled 4, 4 = 8 (2d10)

>>6323199
..Perhaps that didn't go as well as hoped. Oh well. Hopefully it'll still produce something?

Attention thus turns to the Limpid Waters of Laqura's own Domains. Clear and balmy, here the short coastal corals can be grown and transformed into truly, massive, impressive structures. Here, they grow beneath them edifying structures of Coralstone, solid and structural; a full substitution of ground-carved stone for one grown beneath the waves by the Granchpolpo.

>[2DI + Domain: Water] - CoralStone
>Using: Limpid Waters, Coral, Coral Cultivation

Rolled 8, 5, 1, 9 = 23 (4d10)

>>6320509

>Action 1 - Haven's Light [Divine Tech Develop - 2DI - Safety/Light Domain]
>Starting tech to lure targets.
With her light brilliant and shining, Lys can now be seen by the wider world. There are yet unlit corners of darkness, but for now, there is much within her luminescence. UV's shift, rays oscillate, and her light taps into wavelengths that are felt, not seen. Let all who witness her light feel the warmth and safety of home, even if only fleetingly. The promise of refuge will be made to all who approach.

>Action 2 - Build Woodscamp on 19,6.
The Liten have little need for stone just yet, but much need for wood. Instruments, tools, homes, all require much more if their count are to grow. Several Liten venture into the woods and begin harvesting in earnest, practice and dedication serving to bring in what is needed for all.

>Action 3 - Weaver Song Instruments [Culture Tech Development - Wood, Chronoweave, Weavers]
Sinew is hard to come by for the peaceable Liten, who do not hunt the wild animals of the forests, but silk will suffice. Chronoweave has great potential to enhance their music, and the Liten enjoy quietly singing as the Weavers go about their work. If said work also serves to inspire some new songs, then everyone benefits!

>Action 4 - Adulation's Song [Culture Tech Develop - Weaver Song Instruments, Language]
Let all know of Lys's light, even if they cannot see it! Let all feel her embrace, even if her warmth has not yet reached them! The Liten will venture out, and sing songs so that all may know of the haven she offers freely!
>The culture stacking thing we discussed

>Unit Interact
Daleth - Attack Lys. First dice attack, second dice her defense.

>>6320516
>1 MA+1DI: Decorate the great throne with Vekratil
>1MA: Develop architecture
sorry lads I got a flu shot today feelin pretty arse, aint got lore in me

>>6320509

A portal has fallen, the Door still doesn't care enough about that one portal to react.

>MA [Develop] - Mining (general mining tech for ores but here specifically aimed at oltar)

The Sestans civilisation has expanded much from it's humble beginning. So much in fact that's it's starting to reach it's limits. Despite the numerous materials they have access to they lack a still one with more solid properties, but they know where to find it and limits are here to be overcome so let's pick a pickaxe! Direction the mountain and dig, dig dig! The metal stuff is under and we need to extract it like the stones we already do! Just need to dig a bit more! Easy!

>Ma [Develop] - Metallurgy & Oltarlurgy

Turn out shaping oltar is a pain! You need to heat enough so it's malleable enough and even then you need skill to be sure it take the good shape and freeze correctly. Worse than all even the big cooking ovens were not enough for generating enough heat. So some iterating had to be done on them to make even hotter furnace. A tall order but in the end the fine art of oltarlurgy is born. The shaping of oltar will allow great great things for the Sestans!

>>6320855

The flying hydra is back after eons upon eons of primal hunting. It's eras spanning task seemingly over for the moment. The Door being a door, was still at the same place.

>Comm to Arkatassus
"An image of the Door in the desert with the suns and moons alternating night and days innumerable above it. The Door is at the center of the world as it as always been. It is always here for whoever reach it"

>>6323117
A host of resources has been accumulated and catalogued by the Mount Ao sect, from their dealings with the venerable sectmaster's troublemaking disciple and his followers of Thornshade.
>Sablewood (Defense)
A crude plant, reminiscent of Tsss. Many took to wearing it on shawls, to deter vital-point strikes.
>Thorides (Culture)
A crude beast, also reminiscent of Tsss. But in its crudeness, a raw aura of primal might oozed. Thus it became popular to clade oneself in its spiky pelts.
>Salt (Health)
A valuable addition to the sun-drying practice, which allowed for longer preservation of foods, even in damper caves. It also gave the sect their first experience with flavor. An intriguing concept. They must have more.
>Thaumites (Health)
The hares of the mountain were no more a challenge for the lizard-striding disciples, and thus the Thaumites provided a much needed challenge and source of entertainment in games of tag.
>Syrconite (Health)
The badges of Jold were a sign of perfection of the Diamond Fist, as fist carved out the prodigiously sturdy metal. But soon, those of softer but no lesser dedication had their own mark of status. Syrconite would rust when exposed to the elements, and thus those who bore badges of it gleaming and blue demonstrated their prowess in Qi-sheathing.
Many of course took to acquiring vast quantities so as to fake their ability, but over enough time, their coffers would run dry, or their guard would slip, the lie would spread, and the mockery that befell them deterred future attempts.

>>6323126
-[MI] Communicate to Makropnoos
"I see. It's a tricky situation, but I think I can help you since he moved up north, through the snowy planes. Tell me, have you ever skated in the ice ?"

>[UI] [DI] [Ice Domain] Bless Makrópnoos with an ice affinity, giving him the ability to better skate when moving in snowy enviroments (+1 movement on tundra terrain)

>>6323530
“So shall it be. A compact that shall reach across even an infinite distance, and bind our interests into alignment. I shall reach for this.”

>Ͼ-Arkatassus commits to a pantheon when the door is able

Unit Move: Move Ͼ-Arkatassus to 17, 19
Unit Move: Disembark and move Sauria Prophetics to 20, 17
Unit Move: Have Ͼ-Sektek remain in the city or move there if he isn’t there already
Unit Move: Have Ͼ-Quarenicis follow Ͼ-Arkatassus

UI: Ͼ-Arkatassus shifts to UFO mode

MA+Mana: Nanites (Health)
>Ͼ-Sektek arrives in the capital, viewed as a strange, strange figure. Clad in robes of shimmering metal, with strange lights beneath his skin, he wanders throughout the city as a healer

>One by one, Sauria join him and tell of their miraculous healing.
>The blind regain the ability to see, the deaf the ability to hear, the disabled regain their mobility, and wherever these individuals are healed there is a glow beneath the skin in patterns like circuitry

>This exertion of mana was admittedly a total accident, a mistake caused by prolonged contact.
>Even so, the nanites spread, until some every Sauria is touched by them, even if most not visibly.
>They speed up healing, help fight off disease and in extreme cases may help regrow whole organs, a mere fraction of their power wielded by an amateur wizard, they have so far to come.

MA+Nanites+DI: Teachings of The Sun - Circuit Century (Culture)

A new chapter is written, but not by the Sauria. It is written directly by Arkatassus, describing the heroic and slightly edited triumph of Arkatassus over Quarenicis, the great battle in the glass desert, finishing by heralding the coming of a new age, an age of circuits and metal and stranger things yet.

The text is oppressive to the Sauria, filling their brains with new instructions which seem not entirely coincidentally to relate to the Nanites which now inhabit their bodies. Sauria who internalise the lessons of the Circuit Century grow an understanding of how to manipulate their internal nanites, able to make small cosmetic changes to themselves, transfer nanites between Sauria and cultivate the development and evolution of their own nanites, slowly but surely.

Still the effects of the nanites are tiny, and the Sauria have no real concept of what nanites are (believing these gifts instead to be a form of religious magic that the faithful can summon, and not a bunch of tiny robots).
Even still, they shall evolve, slowly but surely.

>>6323530
“So shall it be. A compact that shall reach across even an infinite distance, and bind our interests into alignment. I shall reach for this.”

>Ͼ-Arkatassus commits to a pantheon when the door is able

Unit Move: Move Ͼ-Arkatassus to 17, 19
Unit Move: Disembark and move Sauria Prophetics to 20, 17
Unit Move: Have Ͼ-Sektek remain in the city or move there if he isn’t there already
Unit Move: Have Ͼ-Quarenicis follow Ͼ-Arkatassus

UI: Ͼ-Arkatassus shifts to UFO mode

MA+Mana: Nanites (Health)
>Ͼ-Sektek arrives in the capital, viewed as a strange, strange figure. Clad in robes of shimmering metal, with strange lights beneath his skin, he wanders throughout the city as a healer

>One by one, Sauria join him and tell of their miraculous healing.
>The blind regain the ability to see, the deaf the ability to hear, the disabled regain their mobility, and wherever these individuals are healed there is a glow beneath the skin in patterns like circuitry

>This exertion of mana was admittedly a total accident, a mistake caused by prolonged contact.
>Even so, the nanites spread, until some every Sauria is touched by them, even if most not visibly.
>They speed up healing, help fight off disease and in extreme cases may help regrow whole organs, a mere fraction of their power wielded by an amateur wizard, they have so far to come.

MA+Nanites+DI: Teachings of The Sun - Circuit Century (Culture)

>A new chapter is written, but not by the Sauria. It is written directly by Arkatassus, describing the heroic and slightly edited triumph of Arkatassus over Quarenicis, the great battle in the glass desert, finishing by heralding the coming of a new age, an age of circuits and metal and stranger things yet.

>The text is oppressive to the Sauria, filling their brains with new instructions which seem not entirely coincidentally to relate to the Nanites which now inhabit their bodies.
>Sauria who internalise the lessons of the Circuit Century grow an understanding of how to manipulate their internal nanites, able to make small cosmetic changes to themselves, transfer nanites between Sauria and cultivate the development and evolution of their own nanites, slowly but surely.

>Still the effects of the nanites are tiny, and the Sauria have no real concept of what nanites are (believing these gifts instead to be a form of religious magic that the faithful can summon, and not a bunch of tiny robots).
>Even still, they shall evolve, slowly but surely.

XP: Spend 20xp to advance terraforming to level 3

>>6323617
Correction, disembark and move to 19, 17, not enough speed to reach 20, 17

Rolled 5, 8 = 13 (2d10)

>>6320509
A heap of tubes slung mountainwise, dangling, o'er precipitous doom, calcified, not in motion, naught devised. There was a sputtering on that spark within. Creative hunger drove gnashing by irration, lack of substance manifested in wake of mistakes long since made. Never to be unmade. Paths untrodden, not again known nor be they fumbled.

Ejpto'Jsjt creaked, brass shaking dust. Fallen far behind. Too far for availing, soon to be ailing. Insolence reigned. Fleeting temptation... Niggling and puncturous, a sliding dearth of sensation beckoning tired limbs to slump in hollow crust of this land and forget. To become part of this landscape. No less, nevermore. Others unlike it by leagues and leaps, and bounds had risen high, and higher yet by ekesome minutes melding into millennious eons. Stronger, wiser; those left were diligent, seeking industry, seeming in splendour.

A trajectorious throng in array against itself, springing ever greater, ever grander in its contrast. Those tubes slung and did nothing, for so verily inextricably long. Ejpto'Jsjt grew weak, and yet its spark was not plucked out- was not dashed- was not dined. Nor was pressure forthcoming. For what purpose? For a first in many ages, Ejpto'Jsjt wondered. Was it pity, seeing no triumph in gain without hazard? Was it distance, preferring their strange familiar to audiophagius banquet?

Was it curiosity, listening, ears earthward, at an exoticism all that muchly more entertainsome through contrast? It mattered not. In any being, that brute hadn't reached it yet. It shifted, blowing effluvium through its tubes. Flinging, sputtering, Ejpto'Jsjt returned to a semblance of life. Far behind, nevertheless, it stumbled, dizzy and fumbling, searching low for substance.

>Ejpto'Jsjt triggers Thunderous Racket (automatic) (first 2d10)
>[MA] Ejpto'Jsjt claims hexes (16,21) and (17,20)

In tremulous wake of their idol, Zischenspawn by basketheaps, by bushelfuls lent their works. Absent instruction, they set up thereabout themselves a shuddering sprawl of lean-tos. Neither canvas-tarp nor timber-shanty, these were bowls, inverted, hewn through underward slope-stone, as best suitable of reverberant sound below.

Diligentuous fiddling, fibbing, fobbing bore results. In striving to awaken their idol, Zischenspawn found that in crowding together, amalgamating their noise could carry it yet further. A bit over yet-not-quite taking basal Symphokinesis, this then was a chorus, clumsy beginnings of orchestral tune. That sound carried on wailing, surging thence toward wonderstruck as they realized their centerpiece was yet again moving.

>[MA] Ejpto'Jsjt founds Settlement on (16,20) Zischendousen
>[MA] Ejpto’Jsjt researches technology- Bowlheims. Basic cultural architecture, Affinity-focused.
>[MA] Ejpto’Jsjt researches technology- Choruses. Primitive cultural tech, Affinity-focused.

Rolled 1, 7, 4, 4 = 16 (4d10)

>>6320522
>Beast moves to (35, 1)
>[UI]Writ, recovering and breathing heavily, moves to (38,2), and proceeds to angrily kick Arktikana (1st Roll Attack, 2nd Roll Defense)
>[UI]Arktikana snorts at Wrix’s efforts, and proceeds to gently Intercept Wrix (3rd Roll Attack, 4th Roll Defense), politely reminding him of the size disparity before moving at his full speed along the coast to mirror the Beast’s movements.
>The Marines keep moving south at full speed(idk why they haven’t moved on the map for two turns), joyously welcoming the new voice to the choir.

>[MA]The Children soon realize that adding salt (licks) to a their food makes it taste better, it’s actually helps preserve it for later, and without the frostbite! Salt Preservation developed.

>[MA]The mad mammoths have done it- using Ichor Husbandry, creative licking technique, and a bit of copyright of the boy’s musical talents (ignoring Writ’s squawking in the background) they’ve actually managed to tame those larger salt licks into service… Thaumite Husbandry developed.

>[MI]Mana Absorb (2 Mana)

(Sorry for the low-effort rush post, been busy all week and got an early shift tomorrow, so hopefully this’ll be a decent holdover.)

Rolled 10, 8, 4, 5 = 27 (4d10)

>>6320509
>>6323585
>Move unit Makrópnoos to 22,3
>Use Makrópnoos UI with 1 DI to Attack Rojodaz
Makrópnoos eyebrows shoot up as he inspects his feet ''I can't say that I have, hopefully your assistance will be enough to reach it''
And with that he took off towards Rojodaz, crossing the forest in a few leaps and almost falling on his face when his feet started sliding on the snow there. He caught himself easily however and with his Foresight it didn't take long for him to begin skating with all the grace of an olympian athlete, reaching speeds beyond what mere running could do while weaving between trees and other obstacles. Once he spots the Red Hunter, he accelerates even faster and uses the mobility given to him by Catarina's spell to drift drift around the reptile and bait out an attack.

Following his prediction of oh so many epochs ago, Makrópnoos waits for the perfect opening...and then jumps and whips his hand at the thing's throat, intending to rip it out in one swift movement.

MA1: Sklēros bone farming, general collection tech for Sklēros Bones

While they had designed the means to create the bones and use them, it wasn't like they had many of them given that the focus was on figuring how to get the bones out relatively intact to begin with. Now that the Humans had worked the process a bit more, they could start farming the aurodox for them, setting aside pens specifically for Hardtusk Aurodox to do so

MA2: Sklēros bone working, general tech, equivalent to Oltar Metalworking but with Sklēros Bones

As they farmed the Hardtusk Aurodox for their bones, the humans obviously began to form them into tools. At first they needed to use the raw bones against each other to really work them properly, along with a host of reagants, but things started going much smoother once they had proper Sklēros tools. To say that it was on improvement on their previous animal bone and wood and stone tools would be an understatement, it seemed like nothing could truly resist the effectiveness of them for too long and eventually they began to become standard.

(Rolling for attack against Rojodaz, +2 dice from foresight proccing)

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6323750
Exploding dice!

Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d3)

>>6323750
Rolling for techs

>>6323585
>>6320509
>[MA] [food] develop Agriculture
with the diminishing need to hunt for their food to their livestock, the wolfmen start planting the seeds from the local greens they consume into large fields to expand their availability

>[MA] [wood] [fish] develop fishing boats
those who live in coastal areas want to explore the sea near them and start testing with buoyant materials they find occasionally by the shore

>>6320509
>>6323526

Amending my post because i thought we might start pantheon this turn and kept di for it but woops need major action for that
So i'm addidng:

>UI + DI [Portal] in 17.14
Mushrooms.

Rolled 9, 9, 9, 9 = 36 (4d10)

>>6320509
>>6320529

> Unit Movement
> Harbor (23, 4)
> Convert [UI] 1 DI
> Jollibom (23, 4)
And yet once more, Harbor tries to reason with the beast. Indeed, she has become aware of the struggle near her lands... She implores the creature: 'Trouble comes to the North, strive. You need not get caught up in it. I will not tolerate this wanton aggression for much longer. So mind, I mean no harm. Grant me thy strength in this!'

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>6320509

> Unit Movement
> Jute (27, 6)

> Absorb Mana [MI]
> Convert 4 Mana into 2 DI

>Develop [MA] [2 DI] - Bond Harvesting
>Preq-Tech: Bond Harnessing
>Preq-Resources: Domain (Bonds)
> The creation of an alternative Resource Collection method, based on creating basic polymers and materials from debris.
It has been many years since Harbor last tried to convey her understanding of bonds. Jute knows of this, to some extent. To understand bonds, one must understand the connections. Yet perhaps, it is too abstract. She herself understands but one aspect of it. The element of Artifice towards bonds. The aspect of... Chains. No? Perhaps the difficulty lies in finding the right word. Yet it rings true. Everything is a chain, to one extent or another. If not bound directly, then through links.
And so, approaching the Glade, she ponders on this... what are all these chains? And what is more... may one connect them in truth?

>>6320509

>Develop [MA] - Palisades
>Preq-Tech: Hafted Axe
>Preq-Resources: Wood
> Defensive Technology, The use of wooden stakes to block off an area or path
Back in the glade, meanwhile, innovation abounds, as trees are felled carefully. Such an abundance of wood... best to store it somewhere. Of course, ramming it straight into the ground seemed like a good idea at the time, for some reason, this is how trees WORK! And in a row, people start complaining how they have to walk around these 'storages'. Turns out, beasts dislike walking around as well! The hunters do appreciate these narrow... well, it'll gain a name at some point.


> Develop [MA] - Stockades
> Preq-Tech: Hafted Axe, Rope, Palisades
> Preq-Resources: Wood, Textiles
> Defensive Technology, a more encompassing wall, to fence off an area
And with time, and more wood cut, more issues, and more ideas are proposed. Why not bind them together? Why not close the gaps? Why not prevent the beasts from sneaking around the back and attacking us from behind, these clever things? It does grant a certain sensation of safety, especially as things do get more safe. It's a great idea, yet... it does require a lot of wood. For now, the Glade is plenty enough.

> Develop [MA] - Watchtowers
> Preq-Tech: Hafted Axe, Rope, Palisades, Stockades, Suspension Bridges
> Preq-Resources: Wood, Textiles
> Defensive Technology, with the capacity to spot things from further away. Useful for hunting too, perhaps, though primarily for keeping an eye out for anything that approaches.
And still, some people complain! We can't enjoy the sights anymore! How are we supposed to know when the beasts even come! I don't want to climb the trees to look around, you'll just hack mine down while I'm up here! Needs must, innovation comes. Stacking the logs, binding them, connecting them... Add ladders to the sides, so you can walk from one to another, one big bridge to get up there in the first place... These towers certainly are useful.

>>6323750
However... another issue remains.

> Harbor (23, 4)
>[MI] [Communicate] (22,3) Makrópnoos
You. Who goes. Who dares. You, who treads the north. Who brings strife. You pursue the beast. Why? Why bring your terrors to the north? Why chase that which runs? Why, or why, is it that you bring chaos wherever your kind bounds? Crave you violence? Crave you domination? Is it power, corrupting, that makes you act in such a manner? Or art thou... merely a terror of the south yourself.
Speak, tell, pray, of your 'foresight', which left you in my holds. Thine craft, by which you hunt. I know of this beast. I know its nature.
Yet what compels you to end it here?

>>6320028
>>6320519
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>>6320068
>Minor: [Communicate] - Drakatron
"Civilized, yes! You too do me some solace with your own countenance, Conqueror. Mine first encounter with another of divine make was... as equally as irksome as yours with the door. It is a sound for sore ears to meet one of more rational thought." The lindwyrm's eyes, shrivelled and un-used to use, squint and spy the Steel Dragon's own fortress atop the primal shell. A single tongue licks the air for a moment before nodding, "Indeed, my own throne has seem misuse with my time abroad, I shall have to take pointers from yours to reach a more presentable state."
>>6320605
"But! There is something to be said for taking far afield and seizing that which you cannot otherwise take! Tell me, I wish for some... more mundane knowledge, in a sense, to enable my servants to ever greater heights, and to enable ever more effective methods of seizure. What would you like, in turn?"

A single kosk flaps its pitch wings across the skies, hoisting a bizzare glowing contraption, before coming to a idle circling around the garrison's peak. The creature squawks once before diving down, and laying waste to a patch of sand with a crab scuttling atop it. A searing blue beam streaks out and turns the crab, as well as several square feet of sand around it, into.. nothing. "I've been, in my spare time, working on this contraption for war. It still has some work to be done and kinks to iron out, but it'll be far and a way more effective than any other in this world could potentially field for some time. Not to mention a pack of...surface hounds equally suitable for militant purposes."

"I'd offer partnership, and provide arms for your men to take on the world in exchange for knowledge seized. However..." The kosk and Lindwyrm turn their head at the sound of the finally collapsing door structure. "Perhaps, I have recently realized, another offer I could give unto you, instead. You've bested your door, but I believe I could seize mine this very moment. If you're so inclined, perhaps you would care to join me, bring your merry men and wizard, and we can lay claim to the very source of these portals for ourselves."

"What say you, Kin?"

>>6323856
Drakatron's eyes go wide with the implications. "Seize the door, you say... Not merely remove it as an obstacle, but gain access to whatever lies beyond? Color me well intrigued. You may have use of my minion for this endeavor, but do try to return him in one piece. Not every day one gains access to a mana spring, you understand."

At Drakatron's subsequent command, The previously idle Star-Eyes journeys to the foot of the garrison, then boards a boat and hops across the short channel separating the dragon gods.
>Unit move: Star-Eyes from [33,20] to [34,21], then from there to [35,22]

The sharpclaw mob, meanwhile, begin congregating in Coen's Grave, awaiting their next command...
>Unit Move" Sharpclaw Mob to [33,20]

Rolled 7, 8, 8, 10, 4, 2, 2 = 41 (7d10)

>>6322356
>>6323750
>>6323775
(Primal resistance rolls. First die is Legiad, second through fifth are Rojodaz, sixth and seventh are Jollibom.)

>>6320519

>>Develop [MA] domestication
>>Develop [MA] Cultural Ritual
>>Develop [MA] hunting
>>Develop [MA] Foraging

"Who would have thought technology really is a good thing!" -- local divine moth

>>6320028
>>6320519
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>>6323858
>Minor: [Communicate] - Drakatron
"I shall hope our wizards are not to disappoint. Wait but a moment."

Lil bit of movement-claim fuckery going on this turn. Pic related.
>Major: [Claim] [DI] - Claim the Syrconite Ore Mountain hex with 2 claims <31,24>, the Door's <35,23> reef hex (structures block claims, but constructs don't, and it's been subverted to some extent regardless), and after moving, Dameupochu's settlement's hex within half speed distance <38,25>.
>Unit Action [God]: Carry Star-eyes on her back, Move to <35,23> and drop star eyes off to help with the Gate. Continue on to <36,25>
>Unit Action [Kentrose]: Move to <35,23>

Across the southern isles, the underworld takes further hold. Eerie pools, rougher rocks, and hanging fog soon proliferate across iron topped mountain peaks, Coral reefs, and bountiful forests.

>Major: [Create Structure] [1 mana] - Gate of Hell - on <35,23>. A massive runic arrangement built around and for the explicit purpose of The Door's Portal located in the very center. With the portal already picked and sealed, this structure is to fully take over the use of said portal for those with the acumen to do so. An astral-flavored wizard may, with the use of UI, movement, and a Mana, open the gateway for all other units without the use of their UIs for the turn. ...The current destination is still hard locked to Door's hub, for better or worse.
Using: Wizard Domains - All three of the relevant ones, two astral flavored and the corruption wizard's to fill in the gaps; Tech - Wyrm's Will, Glepnal Stoneforging Accretion Scrawl; Resourecs - Glepnal Mud, Clay, Furnleum, wood and textile and pallipods for taste, The already compromised portal itself as the keystone.


Laden with tablets of wyrmscrawl of their initial findings, Kentrose returns to the mysterious door at the behest of her Lady. Here, with another strangely in-tune wizard of a more reptilian and avaricious ilk upon her Lady's back, the two begin working on a grand outer-structure with which to house the otherworldly door within. While she is proficient in the obfuscation of space, and Brothersadman in the means of forcible entry, it is Star Eye's knowledge of all things spacial that truly let them crack the code of their findings and put theory into practice. Brick and glepnal stone are etched with winding wyrmscrawl and hardened by the hottest kilns of the world. Steadily fashioned in concentric rings and pillars flowing outward from the Door, their purpose is to not only finally chain and control the mysterious structure itself, but to provide a way to channel vast quantities of spacial magics and otherwise poorly understood (to all by star eye's) gravitational and reality waves into a single point for far less effort. This should not only allow the dragons ease of access to the portal itself, but at a more effective rate with a bit of knowhow and mana pumped in to the effort.

>>6323901
After some consideration, Drakatron departs in the same direction as Star-Eyes. Though he attempts to maintain an imperious air, those familiar with draconic body language can easily tell that something's bothering him. Most likely the thought of one of HIS minions/possessions being unescorted in someone else's territory.

>>6323907
Aaaaaaand I forgot the rassafrasing greentext.
>Unit Action: Drakatron moves to [35,22]

>>6320517
Develop [MA] [1 DI] -
>Preq-Tech: geomancy, mining, and stone carving
>Preq-Resources: scarce Ore
>
He had begun cooking different odd and tasty ores via heating them up and studying the elements available Syrconite Ore, the rusting blue and silver chunk of metal covered in rock begins to melt vulken lets off the heat via charred wood and air flow to let the metal solidify into a chunk of ingot, then reheats it and with a straw siphons out the slag out of the ore to enjoy later. Of course due to not having much of the ore this material is heavily scarce and those that approach the mountain with Syrconite Ore they tend to avoid most of the other species there.>

>>6323617

Correction AGAIN, remain in kaiju mode, do not turn into UFO

>>6323762
-[MI] move god unit to 21,3

MA develop gardening (stone tools + herbalism + woodcutting)

Trying to forage herbs was such a task with travel, the conditions were right for herbs right here dammit lamented Huk. "Fine ill take the soil and throw it right here roots and all I bet that will work" says Huk, leaving a plaque that let friends know he wasn't home. He forged and gathered herbs whole and threw them on a wooden slate. After gathering enough he he dug up ground and replanted the herbs near his shed, satisfied.

MA develop animal husbandry (hunting + trapping + woodcutting)

Talos prepped the pin carefully making sure to to bend the wood carefully after planting the supports, the few animals they caught today can finally be studied, honestly Talos just wanted to look at the smaller fuzzy fellas more even if they did taste so good.

>>6323901

While the wizard bring the finishing touch to their construction they are suprised by a thing they didn't foresee happening

The door opening.

Well not the door door. In fact a smaller door open in the frame on the big one and out goes a diminutive creature wearing a hat half it's size and twice as large. You can hear voices behind it, pushing it to go and do it.

"Hmmm excuse me? Could you perhaps stop tampering with the portal? The Door is annoyed and keep sending us visions telling us to tell you to stop..."

You cannot help but notice the creature does not wander far from the door

Rolled 5, 3, 9 = 17 (3d10)

>Respawn in Lake of Communion

The focused minds of the Listeners tune wearily on the visions of Theobald and his battle, observing with great terror as the red beast mutates and hatches a crimson behemoth of colossal talons and fangs, and in but an instant later these visions would fade and recede to observe another rebirth: infinitely smaller, more helpless, and innocent: The Fifth Vessel.

So it would seem, the Faith of the Whisper works in mysterious ways. Ripped from the rippling wake of a accoucheur's tender gauntlets, is the troubled fate of our new Vessel. The birth of a Vessel is never a nonpartisan occasion, and by the folded myceliac pages it is known, the folk of the Great Houses are not to interweave, especially naught come the time of birthing a speaker. This child's birth is thanks to both Nelyth and Yros. A forbidden love between young noblefolk of the two houses, an impossibility is gifted to the Lake of Communion. Within the spore clouds of home, whispers of such a fact do not go unpunished by the militia of Vaelith, though these rumors continue to stir behind closed doors, and far extents of Oltar Town and the Eastern Reach. As rumors stir, so does the truth muddy, as some whispers claim Reymnd was born to House Morcair to complete the cycle, as one vessel has been born to a separate house each prior except Morcair, and this drama was stirred as a plot by House Nelyth to remain in power. Some believe that Reymnd is true born to House Yros, and House Nelyth constructed this ordeal to claim the Speaker themselves. Regardless, one truth remains constant: House Nelyth, Keepers of the Lake, have taken ample advantage of their opportunity come the unexpected birth of the lowborn Theobald Nelyth.

Reymnd the Visionary, raised estranged from his forsaken parents, under the guidance of House Nelyth's elite. Hoisted by the training of a knight and conquerer, but gifted in the cunning of Yrosi, Reymnd is contemplative, outlandish, decisive.

"The pleasantries of whispers beyond the Myceliac, and the putrid aromas of their greenery, weeds, and glades, is unkempt of those belonging to our faith. Their exposure to blue skies, a breath dry of The Whisper's spore... It breeds an adoration of our new, unarmored, kin of the 'God King'. A lesser filth that understand little in the ways of the civilized. The lack of conviction Theobald held is potent, as any faithful would remedy this the moment The Whisper claimed their soul."

>Unit Move [Raymnd the Visionary] (14,13), just to reach Eastern Reach

>Terraform check for next action, +1 FV from Divine Lineage roll

>>6324300
>Terraform [MA] [2DI] The Whispering Haze (11,13) (13,12) (14,13) (16,17)
>Preqs: Spore Cloud Terrain, Hytox Spores, Resonant Spores, Substrate, Sporeology
>A terraform spell creating a deadly hazard. For now, the hazard is stagnant, placed in a number of hex equal to my Claim stat. Via the Hytox Spore resource's potency, it should deal 4 pop damage when a unit enters the hazard, and every turn occupying the hazard thereafter. The damage can be resisted via a successful Health check contesting my Defense.
With a wave of his hand, a quiet begins to creep over Raymnd's lands, as its flora and fauna begin to recess. Animals return to their dens to hibernate, flowers unblossom, plants curl and shrink, insects wrap themselves into cocoons. Over the course of mere weeks, the lands themselves begin to metamorphosize. Life sprouts from their swaddles, rebirthing from a blanket of sewn hyphae that pour outward a tsunami of seafoam spores that consumes the glades.
The metamorphosized life of these regions continue to thrive as normal, now adopting a Sporeology much like the Listeners themselves. They now shed a seemingly endless heap of hytox spores that flood the region in a quiet haze that occupants claim to hear darting, broken, murmurs of The Whisper itself. Those unaccustomed to the sting of Hytox Spores will feel it stick to their lungs where it will shall rest, feed, and multiply till their lungs swell and clot.

>Devleop [MA] Concordant Sync (Defense)
>Preqs: Concordant Palisade, Myceliac Faith, Myceliac Relays, Resonant Spores
>Connect the hiveminds of the Elderwood and Listeners so that when new defensive tech is made, structures made with Elderwood will adopt the new tech without requiring actions to rebuild or upgrade them.
In tune with the hum of the ever-elusive and ever-thinking elderwood, the lore seekers of House Yros begin to align the resonation of their own hivemind with that of the Elderwood itself. Despite having been fashioned into defensive measures, the Elderwood remains alive and as regenerative as before, but they stand as measly palisades... Under the defensive regime of House Nelyth's command, this shall not remain. The wood and the fungi must hum in resonance, and when the time for advancement comes, the elderwood shall take shape as necessary and amorphously adopt our new methods.

>Unit Interact [The Makers 1] Continue subterranean tunnel towards (19,15), building 3 roads
>Unit Interact [The Makers 2] Construct 3 walls around Lake of Communion using Concordant Palisade

>Unit Move [Raymnd the Visionary] (10,11)

Rolled 6, 10 = 16 (2d10)

>>6324224
>>6323901
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

Diplo will have to wait later.
>>6316956
Retroactive dice throwing! Seeing if the door is feminine enough to fall for Brother Sadman's charms.
Two spirit checks to subvert the portal.

Rolled 4, 9, 4, 9 = 26 (4d10)

>>6324726
and the civilisation defense roll to see how it goes

>>6324302
>Unit Move [Glirimaximum] to (10,11) with Raymnd

GOD ACTIONS
Catarina
Infuriated by the destruction of your oldest servant, construct or no, you grant the more martially inclined god’s feed a paradoxical mix of slipperiness and surefootedness, so he might chase down the creature and finish it off. Geada slain.
Though many find the greens to be disagreeable to their palates, or dislike the tedious work of tilling the cold, hardened soil when compared to the thrill and bloodlust of the hunt, with their undeniable value as a table food source alongside the herds some are able to dedicate themselves to consistently growing the plants. Agriculture developed.
Though little more then wide-bottomed canoes, the crafts are nevertheless stable enough to carry your wolfmen some distance from shore and out into the frigid seas, where they find an abundance of fish shoals on which they can test the accuracy of their spears. Fishing Boats developed.

Drakatron
Embarrassed by their ineptitude in destroyed the stationary wooden adversary, your Sharpclaws devise a means by which to best such a foe, should one darken their door(heh)step once again. And how better to combat a construct made of wood then with yet more wood, treated and fire hardened so that the log’s blunted end might be hammered home with enough force to splinter even the sturdiest construction! Battering Rams developed.
Of course, while your people want the glory of besting their wooden nemeses, they certainly don’t want to have to deal with lugging the large, wooden rams necessary for the job around all day. That’s a job far better suited for their furry, broad-shouldered, newly-tamed menials! Beasts of Burden developed.

Ejpto’Jsjt
2 hexes claimed.
Though perhaps not so perfectly suited for shielding one from the elements as more traditional dwellings, to your Zischenspawn these perfectly balanced acoustics are a far more valuable quality then mere shelter from the cold and rain! Bowlheims developed.
Though still far from lacking the coordination and harmony of a true orchestra, these tumultuous, combined symphonies of notes prove most pleasing to the ears(?) of your people, and no doubt enliven the local wildlife. Why right over there a flock of birds are falling from the sky in sheer happiness! Choruses developed.
With proper dwellings at last established, and a more unified voice trumpeting forth for any creature (un)fortunate enough to hear it, a true community can finally be said to be forming, and just in time too, as the Zischenspawn are overjoyed their orchestral centerpiece once again roused to wakefulness! Zischendousen built.

Ervenbloud
Unfortunately, with a finally buzzing hum, the mass seems to express its lack of intent, especially with the promised reprisal nowhere in sight, and descends upon you once again in another attack, this one striking much closer to home, with the magmatic shell once protecting your form underground now chipped away at. Your Vitality is now 19/25. Legiad’s Patience is 0/3.
Though cumbersome, and too large to install into most personal dwellings, these devices serve as an excellent communal way of keeping track of the time, considering the large subterranean, component of your Magma Spawn’s daily lives. Flowkeeper developed.
To facilitate the creation of more of these time-keeping devices, one of your people comes up with an ingenious way of more easily breaking down the stone that makes up most of their tunnels, and with much less of the marring, messiness, and inconvenience that your people once had to put up with when simply melting the stone out of the walls. Fire-Setting developed.

Harbour
Thoroughly unenthused by the idea of having to fight, the ursine nevertheless seems to ponder your words, a gleam of intelligence in its eyes as it stares lazily up at you from the spot where its bound. Until, that is, it feels like bindings at last begin to weaken. Jollibom’s Obstinance is now 1/3.
Unfortunately, distracted by your efforts to dissuade the great beast, your attempts to imbue your people with knowledge and magic more in line with the bonds over which you preside once again fizzles out. Bond Harvesting Develop Spell failed, 1 DI refunded.
Still, while your more divinely inspired developments do not come to fruition, your people continue to develop on their own, erecting sharp wooden palisades around the length and breadth of the Gladebound’s section of the Bondsglade, to ward off the predators that stalk the alpine forests. Palisades developed. Stockades developed.
Similarly, feeling their carpentry skills much improved by the experience constructing the walls, some take to building crude watchtowers at various points along the wall. Though these amount of little more then raised wooden platforms for the time being, they allow the Gladebound to peek over the wall and keep a wary eye on the treeline, ensuring that even those rare creatures that could clear or demolish the sturdy wooden wall will not catch your people off-guard. Watchtowers developed.

Huáng
More then most gods, you are ready to receive the influx of power, letting it flow through your meridians as your skin hisses, reddening under the heat and strain but not blistering as you integrate the divinity into yourself. Spark consumed.
While your body meditates, enduring the flow of energy from your once-comrade’s spark of divinity, your mind hones a different technique, filling in the missing mental aspects of your previous round of training. After nearly a century of meditation and mental simulation, as you awaken with eyes aflame with newly acquired divine energy, you know it is ready, and waste little time in testing the technique out with your reptilian disciple. Exquisite Technique developed.
Though some of the younger, more rebellious disciples attempt to ignore the wisdom of their elders at first, after a bit more education (read: beatings) they’re more then happy to show piety that befits the station of their elders. Filial Piety developed.

Laqura
Unfortunately, stricken by the death of your neighbour, your attempts to make use of the lion’s share of the divinity his spark has suffused you with fail, neither your spring nor stone coming to fruition as you would have hoped they would. Growthwater Develop Spell failed, 1 DI refunded. CoralStone Terraform Spell failed, 1 DI refunded.

Laurelios
As your wearer continues his battle, you continue to remotely decorate, adorning the throne you have crafted for him with the gleaming, multi-coloured mineral that remains all the craze amongst your Shades though thankful even the most addled of them is not foolish enough to turn covetous eyes towards the newly gilded seat. The Royal Seat IV developed.
While none are so reckless as to attempt to acquire any of the mineral with which the throne is adorned, with their eyes drawn towards it many Shades are struck, through the haze, with a brief moment of inspiration, choosing to style their homes in a somewhat less dreary style for once, a trend that spreads quickly as other Shades attempt to recapture, in brief moments of lucidity crude reenactments of the architectural styles of their old kingdoms. Architecture developed.

Lithic
Though they lack them in sufficiently great quantities, your people begin working with the scarce ore deposits of the mountain range, practicing beating them into shape, even if they aren’t quite so malleable to your people’s abilities as the stone itself. (?) Metalworking developed.
(I can give you a pre-emptive sort of Oltar Metalworking, but you haven’t got any, you know, metal to work at the moment, and Syrconite is a tier up from what you can work with regardless at the moment, unless you want to force a bridge with a couple of DI actions. I would recommend finding some unclaimed Oltar.)

Lys
Though you lack a target to test it on just yet, as you feel an aura of safety begin to suffuse your light, you feel confident that those with more…malleable…minds will be tempted when your light shines upon them, at the very least. Haven’s Light developed.
Though small in size at first, as the demand for wood continues to grow more and more Liten take up residence in the camp, transforming the handful of individuals into a genuine, if still rather diminutive and tight-knight, community. Woodscamp built.
Hardier and more flexible than any sinew, the Chronoweave, once harvested, makes a fine material component for even the most discerning string instrument afficionado, and with the Weavers more familiar with your people (in their own aloof way, at any rate) then ever before, instruments strung with the inscrutable arachnids’ silk becomes more and more commonplace. Weaver Song Instruments developed.
With finer instruments then ever before, and armed with knowledge of their neighbours tastes in vocals and harmony, your Liten begin tailoring songs, perfectly refining them to both praise your name, suit the listener’s preferences, and, with any luck, create a lasting connection and association with your light and the music. Adulation’s Song developed.

Makrópnoos
Aided by the wintery witch, you skate, covering distances that would be beyond your means otherwise. As a result, however, you overreach, your attempted blow only glancing off the hardened, charred scale of the darkly crackling beast now standing before as it stares down, white tooth curling up in a cruel, predatory smile as it readies itself to strike at the prey that has practically delivered itself into its arms. Rojodaz’s Vitality is now 3/25.
With their alright sturdy state reinforced by generations of selective breeding, the bones, once shaped, become a valuable tool in the right hands, far surpassing the sturdiness of older stone tools. Furthermore, large enough bones can be shaped into tools wholesale, without concern for handles and overall integrity, though the process is a laborious one. Sklēros Bone Working
With the efficacy of these bone tools proven, as well as their efficacy as monstrously large mounts undeniable, it naturally follow that your Humans begin to set aside whole rivers, devoting them to more efficiently raising yet more Hardtusk Aurodox. Sklēros Bone Farming

Midnight Caller
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Mortrose
3 hexes claimed
Gate of Hell built.

Mutare
Domestication developed.
Hunting developed.
Foraging developed.
1 Major Action saved for the next epoch (I’m generally pretty lenient with basic develops, but I do at least need you to come up with an actual cultural ritual in lore terms outside of “cultural ritual”).

Patior
When the herbs prove lifesaving (and, on several occasions, quite delicious) for Huk, the practice quickly spreads throughout the village, with many Mortals beginning to tend to small gardens, containing herbs both medicinal and flavourful. Gardening developed.
Though at first a mistake, born from Talos being unable to slay one particularly cute critter caught in his trap, the act of mercy proves an unexpected stroke of good fortune, as the idea of allowing the creatures to breed in captivity so they might serve as a more consistent food source strikes like a bolt from the blue. Animal Husbandry developed.

The Beast
What tastes good? Food! What also takes good? Salt! And what happens when they’re combined together? They taste even better! And also remain unspoiled for longer, an unexpected but undoubtedly pleasant side-effect of the experiment with the preserved food able to carry your Children through the leaner months so common in this harsh arctic climate. Salt Preservation developed.
Though your Children do not yet understand how, exactly, these strange, cheerfully bouncing minerals seem to replicate, with enough of them gathered together they do, which your people suppose will have to do for the time being. Thaumite Husbandry developed.

The Door
Your Sestans take to the task of extracting more of this mineral material with their typical dexterity and industrious, using techniques and tools where physical strength might not due the job to efficiently extract the mountain’s bounty. Oltar Mining developed.
Though creating furnaces capable of generating the heat necessary to melt the metal down proves a tall order, your people nevertheless prove themselves up to the task once again, going through several generations of experimentation and iteration before finally find a furnace capable of consistently producing the heat necessary to shape the temperamental metal. Metallurgy & Oltarlurgy developed.

The Whisper
Countless creatures die, choked by the Hytox spores as they spread, but in exchange for the sacrifice the land is undoubtedly, inalienably inhospitable for those not sufficiently adapted to resisting the deadly spore clouds. The Whispering Haze terraformed.
Though no outward changes yet manifest, under the ministrations of House Yros they assure that these living, fungal palisades will be able to adapt no matter where they are, the best of the Listener’s defensive implements manifested to defend their people wherever they might dwell. Concordant Sync developed.

tsss
Within the bramble covered forests of the desert, a sinister new plant begins to take root, spurred on and mutated by nutrients drawn from the divine energies contained within a god’s spines, carelessly cast out into the world. Tsssvine (2/4) terraformed.
Though the Meteor Stabber will undoubtedly become the pinnacle of weaponry and armaments one day, in a very, very, very, very distant future, for the time being the Kikka content themselves with using this noble weapon to stitch bestial hides and leathers together, forming larger, more cohesive wholes that provide a greater degree of coverage and customization. Sewing developed.

Ͼ-Arkatassus
Accidental though their spread may be, the nanites prove capable of miraculous feats, ones that almost cause a fracture in the Palladion faith between those affected and those note, before the situation is thankfully defused and this silvery messiah is integrated the wider Arkatassian theology. Nanites (son) developed.
This integration is helped, in large part, by the text circulating amongst even the uppermost echelons of the solar clergy, impressing its importance and the promised future upon those who read it, whether they would like it to or not. All the while, beneath their skin, changes, however minutes and gradual, begin to occur…Circuit Century developed.

Rolled 9, 5, 8, 5, 8 = 35 (5d10)

PRIMAL ACTIONS
Jollibom
Finally free from its bonds, the ursine giant strikes at the one who bound it, though only a hint of the aggressiveness shown during its intimidation seems to peek through (Jollibom attacks, it rolls the first die).

Legiad
Unswayed by the seemingly empty threats of the magmatic creature, and with it at last taking damage, the amorphous mass attacks with renewed fervour (Legiad attacks, it rolls the second die).

Rojodaz
One foot in the grave, and with death starting it in the face, the beast heedlessly strikes out, uncaring about the likelihood of its demise (Rojodaz activates Honed Edge and attacks, it rolls the third, fourth, and fifth die).

Rolled 8, 10, 8 = 26 (3d10)

>>6324774
Fortitude roll!

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>6324811
Exploding dice!

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6324812
Exploding dice again!

Rolled 10, 7 = 17 (2d10)

>>6324765

The Door look at the mortals trying to open it's portals with great amusement. They took the land from beneath it and built some contraption with the goal of opening the portal.
They could just have used a handle or knocked like the spiky lizard from the west. The portal was after all not locked...
But that matter not for the Door love to see ingenious feat of opening and it seems the little mortals do to with how happy they are! Kinship! It would be remiss to not allow them to do another feat but perhaps a bit more difficult this time, so they can have a sense of progress... Yes mortals do love that.

>MA + DI [Develop] divine tech using Seals domain: Locks
For any door have two sides and the mortals only took control of one of them, for the portal was never locked to begin with, for they love to open thing
The Door shall provide by locking the exit point of that portal in Mire. With the hope the mortals find great fun in battling with it.

>MA [Create unit] Caravanes - using Valbats and beast to carry and transports, Spices & Culinary Arts, Writing & Bookkeeping, Signboard & Advertisement, Adding Salt and what remain of our stocks of inks. And using inspiration from trading posts - 3 pop
Moving kitchens and trading Sestans, the caravanes are the answer to the fact that apparently the world does not know that Mire is the most beautiful and thriving city in the world, which is not nice for all the work the sestans put in it. The only possible thing to do is to start marching with a bit of their riches and arts and go directly to see the people. Thus they will learn of the beauty of the the thousand doored city.

>Move unit surveyor in 28.20 to 34.18
>UI action start the town there (go for structure first if possible)

>Move unit surveyor in 23.29 to 29.28
There is a corpse here of a great kaiju they will attach and secure it ready to take off with it

>>6324765


>>6323744
>COMMUNICATE: Ejpto'Jsjt

“Outsider, you are commanded to accompany me to the Realm of Gates. You are to join in the establishment of a pantheon of gods.”

>Arkatassus speaks very matter-of-factly, having seemingly decided all of this himself

“Come along now.”
>And with that, Arkatassus heads east

>>6324773

>Rabble Riders Move to (8,14)
>Rabble Riders Attempt Conversion of the (not so) Hidden Ancient Inn!

The Rabble riders travel north, onwards through the strange not stabby forest, until inevitably the smell of smoke fills their noses. They follow it through the trees and discover something strange! A building! A whole settlement hidden in the forest! Full of tubby little raccoons! With their spears definitely looking shabbier, and the settlement definitely so full of racoons that stabbing them all would take epochs an executive decision is made.

They apply for a job at the inn and start working their way to the top of the management ladder! They'll get there eventually! Probably!

> Rolling Culture! With Disadvantage! In the image because I have failed utterly at life! I am shame!

>>6324942
>Develop [MA] - Sablewood Horticulture
>Preqs: Knapping, Rope, Sablewood
> The Kikka begin more formally tending to the Thorntrees of their homeland, removing weaker less stabby trees in favor of stronger more stabby trees, and tending the trees so they produce higher quality Sablewood as a result

Tik-kik is a strange Kikka. This is an impressive feat all on its own, in a species of neurotic lizardmen whose entire civilization exists in a bizarre Stockholm syndrome relationship with a god best described as a natural disaster, strange behaviors tend to be the norm. The Kikka have no word for mental illness, just as fish have no word for water. Nonetheless, Tik-kik is weird, for Tik-kik likes to stare at trees. For hours on end the young Kikka will stare at a thorn tree. Then, with a heavy leather cloak to protect him, he reaches out with a stone knife and cuts, removing a branch here, or a twig there. Over the course of ten years he shapes a dozen trees into the outlines of a group of dancing kikka and thorides. Everyone agrees that this was bizarre, and weird behavior. Another less weird Kikka hacks one of the trees down. Tik-kik does not react.

Ten more years pass. Tik-kik shapes more trees, pruning here, scraping away fungus or rot there, working with the burning intensity that only the truly strange can muster. Thorn trees grow straight for the first time, bound in place with ropes staked into the ground. They grow larger, and healthier than ever before. And most of all they grow sharper than ever. Tik-kik shapes spears from them, then stabs the kikka who destroyed his tree ten years ago. Everyone agrees that it really is a fine spear, made from fine wood. Tik-kik takes on some apprentices, who now stare at trees as well.

>Develop [MA] - Greater Thoride Husbandry
> A general tech where the Kikka begin breeding and selecting for better thoride mounts, developing more specialized breeds for labor, travel, and combat by engaging in yearly thoride festivals.

There are few pleasures in a Kikka’s life. There is a hot meal, lightly salted for flavor. There is impressing a young lady kikka with healthy scales. There is stabbing one enemy, and watching their spines perforate another enemy. But for a few, there is the wind in your face as you cling to the back of a great thoride as it tries to buck you off wildly. If a kikka selects a mate based on their power and prowess, why not do the same for greater thorides? And speed isn’t everything after all, some thorides are tamed to haul back sacks of hunted meat, or salt, or whatever else a kikka might want to grab. Soon there are competitions to select the fastest thorides, and competitions to find the strongest thorides, and it takes little time for it all to become a yearly festival where the next generation of greater thoride is selected.

>>6324302
>>6324772

>Unit Interact [The Makers 1] Along same path, build 2 subterranean tunnel into (20,16), and place a Myceliac Relay within Arche. With the two settlements now connected, the Listeners and Humans may finally begin to share technology with eachother.

>Unit Interact [The Makers 2] Continue constructing walls around Lake of Communion

>Unit Move [Raymnd the Visionary] to (5,9)
>Unit Move [Glirimaximum] to (6,9)

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6324765
-[MI] move to 22,3

-[UI] attack Rojodaz

Rolled 3, 10, 8 = 21 (3d10)

>>6323117
>Forgot to roll for the harvest. Affinity

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>6325896
>Explosion

>>6325897
>Anotha 'splosion

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>6325897
>>6325898

Rolled 1, 9 = 10 (2d10)

>>6324769

>Action 1 - Fruit Grove [Farm?] 19'9
>Action 2 - Writing [Weaver Words]
The Liten have homes, cloaks to cover themselves, and instruments to wile-away the afternoons amidst the webbed woods. Still, ever so slowly, more and more Liten are coming into existence, and so a set of sweet fruit trees are quartered away and designated as an Orchard on 19'9.


>UNIT Action - Spiritcallers Unit
Move to The Hidden Forest. Add 15 pop to bring it to 20. Equip Musical Instruments and WeaverSong Instruments.

>Daleth - Attack Lys, first dice ATK, 2nd dice DEF
Daleth once more unleashes their meager might against the divine light of Lys, testing for weaknesses. Though it brings him no joy, he knows that weaknesses found by him now are preferable to weaknesses found by strangers later.

>>6324765
>>6325856
>Unit Makrópnoos uses UI with 1 DI to attack Rojodaz
Using the distraction provide by Catarina, Makrópnoos climbed along Rojodaz flank and lifted himself up to his neck, settling himself right behind his head. Then with a yell he joined both of hands together and slammed them into the back of the Red Hunter's skull, smashing through the hardened scales and bones and finally letting the blunt force destroy the brain of the wounded creature. He did this repeatedly.


>MI: Trade with the Listeners using the Myceliac Relay. Trade Heavy Animal Labor

The Humans were much surprised to see a hole open in the middle of Arche, as a matter of fact they well near crushed the skull of the Listeners coming in until they were stopped by a nearby Tamer, reminding them that Makrópnoos wished peace and trade with the strange spore-using people. Indeed, the listeners were there to install something akin to magic for the Humans, long range communications!

It takes a bit to understand it, but eventually expert Tamers use it to teach the Listeners about how to use to tame and use large animals like Aurodox or perhaps Magnolopes to transport large amounts of material. How the humans had managed to get something as stubborn and massive as Aurodox to listen to them enough for this would no longer be a secret.

>MA1: Establish Trade Route(Doing my part)

With the Myceliac Relay, their Godking's old mandate and and a very wide tunnel linking the two civilizations, it didn't take long before an enterprising Humans decided he wanted to do a cultural exchange and so he strapped a lot of local goods to his Aurodox, like Skleros bone tools. Soon enough, many more followed


>MA2: Begun work on Shifting Wood, powerful defensive resource, 1 Mana

While the rest of the Humans were trading physical goods, Kairos was experimenting more with his Plastic Trees. He'd gotten a Listener to fetch him Elderwood trees from that island so very far from here and was amazed at their capacity to communicate between each other once fully grown...as well as their motive abilities. What interested him more however was their apparent sentience and regenerative capabilities, which could be engineered into many a uses...But he'd have trouble doing it alone.

A squirrel runs up to Greg, stands on its hind legs,opens its mouth and relays a rather eccentric message: ''Greetings Ser Greg! I am Kairos the Eternal and I bring you this message in the hope that you will assist me, for you see I am preoccupied by a project involving the creation of a self-rearranging wood to make walls with. For this however I am using Elderwood trees and my own species of trees to make them more malleable. Specifically I am cross-breeding them, however as you know trees take a much longer time to grow to full maturity and so I believe that your field of study would be quite perfect for this endeavor. Come if you care! You will not be disappointed!'' The squirrel then bulges and explodes.

Rolled 5, 5, 4, 6 = 20 (4d10)

>>6324768

A puddle moves, as Laura's pieces reform from out of numerous pools that had been scattered across the terrain. Two magical failures in short sequence had perhaps not been the best use of limited resources. And not resources are more limited still, for Daemupochu's spark has now been utterly extinguished. There can be no repeat of 'GrowthWater', at least not to the same extent of potency.

But perhaps, another attempt at 'coralstone' for the Limpid Waters might be attempted.

>[2DI + Domain: Water] - CoralStone resource for Limpid Waters
>Using: Limpid Waters, Coral, Coral Cultivation

And looking to the crude structures and materials of the Granchpolpo, Laqura decides that many of their primative buildings can be better in every way. The structures less shoddy, the material itself firmer and more solid. And how? With Water, of course! The right composition of Water in the sand will make it just damp enough to hold together better without washing it apart. And of course, a system of drainage will both allow new damp sand to be washed closer for quick usage, and for runoff to be guided away to stop subsidence. Thanks, Luigi!

>[2DI + Domain: Water] + Sand Resource +
>[1Mana + Wizard Luigi: Plumbing] = Sandcastling

(Dice 1+2 for CoralStone, 3+4 for SandCastling)

Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d10)

>>6326384
I forgot to roll yesterday, even though he's pretty much dead.

Also, the pre-reqs for shifting wood:
>Plastic Trees, Evolution Domain,Elderwood
The rest will be provided by Greg

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>6324766
As one of Legiad's strikes hits the Volcanic Heart, Ervenbloud barely resists the urge to retaliate. He had come so close to convincing it to side with him and he couldn’t bring himself to give up now. Instead, he fled north hoping it wouldn’t follow.
>Move to 8,20
>[MI] He Dwells Beneath
Ervenbloud has learned the hard way how easily primals can lose their patience. Not wanting to ever again run into a situation in which he could no longer reason with a beast he wished to tame, he sought a method to calm them. First, he worked on producing a gentle warmth so the heat of the earth could comfort those he interacted with. Still, it was not enough. He knew most sought warmth but suspected creatures like Legiad were only agitated by heat and would only be soothed by the cold. While most would assume this to be a problem for him, what many, even his own spawn, often failed to realize was that while his blood burned, his breath cooled. The plume produced by his magma can block not only the sun’s light, but its heat as well. In a godless world volcanos could cause a little ice age. Of course, as a creature of earth and fire he would never allow that. Still, the cooling effects meant even the temperature had to follow his will.
>[MA][DI] Begin developing ability The Magma Pulse 1/?. Mechanical intention: allow Ervenbloud to recover a unit's patience by one.
In the caverns the Magma Spawn felt something was wrong, but none were sure what. For weeks nightmares haunted them but would be forgotten soon after waking. They searched for a cause or solution, but none could be found, until one day a prophet vanished. The tunnel he called home was searched and though he was never found the wall by which he always slept was altered. From ash and grounded up dirt and stone was made a picture of their injured God. Many didn’t believe it but those who did finally had a dreamless sleep. Thus spread the blasphemous truth among all the Spawn. The molten lord bleeds.
>[MA] Develop Cave Art

>>6324224
>>6324827
>>6324765
The lord of the Sharpclaw gazes down on the impudent little creature that has emerged from the meddlesome portal.

"*Your* liege is annoyed? When they are the one intruding upon the territories others would wish to claim with these odd constructs of theirs?" He says, feeling no particular need to disclose how he would do much worse given half the opportunity.

"How pray tell are we to know you aren't building an army back there, building your strength until you are ready to take with actions what mere words cannot secure you?" He continues, striding up to the portal that he may loom ominously over the minion before him.
>Drakatron moves to [35,23] and conducts "Diplomacy" with The Door.

>>6323901
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>Minor: [Communicate] - The Door, Drakatron
>>6326577
>>6324224
>>6324827
Kentrose, the Great (Lesser) Lindwyrm with a pitch black skin of space flecked with stars and nebulae, nearly topples over as the door opens. Casting countless half-finished slates hither and dither, she quickly coils around like a snake eating itself or a shifting cloak of starlight, before rising rightside up and peering her head down at the diminutive Sestan. Clearly, with its wide-brim hat and void of an apperance disrupted with only two lights, this was another wizard sent to talk peer-to-peer with Stareyes and herself.

"Fascinating, so there indeed is others beyond these doorways, besides the divine presence... and to cross so freely, I'll have to study this further." The armed-snake slithers closer, examining the doorway more so than the sestan, though not so close as to bite. Probably. Her glossy beady eyes peering in concentration before lowering back down at the presumed wizard. "And who might be this Door? Your god? As you can see-" She gestures with her tail at the looming angry mechanical dragonkin and the distant mound of mud slowly meandering its way south, "Our Gods appear here too, and wish to... discuss? Things with your own. Depending on their own temperament."

"And tampering? Hah! Why, we have *improved* this portal, if I dare say so myself." the Lindwyrm raises her head and puffs up her throat in pride. "From a simple rift in reality, to a fully functioning apparatus for facilitating travel, has *your* god, or you as a wizard yourself, made such efforts in the strives of efficiency and effectiveness?"


From afar, a deep rumbling through the earth is felt. As the very soil, wet with seawater and murky as it is, bubbles forth, "There could be further expansion of such devices, further improvements upon these structures. For a price, Space God. Along with not meeting an early grave at our ease-of-ire, how does one such as yourself feel about... permitting our *exclusive* use of your networks?"

Rolled 9, 7 = 16 (2d10)

Bereft of purpose, such godwrought pipes were a thing bumblous, a thing bidsome, reasoning so time by passing as-so space stood still. That isolated copse of timber which spun its form was now afar, those dangers in trekking yet overmuch to bother. Yet of what there was? Zischendousen? A paltry swell of half-bowls and directionless merriment, civitudinously fumbling a sport they didn’t know was possible to play. Rules did not suit Ejpto’Jsjt well. Structure was not a thing to adhere to- this realm was odd and stiff and dull and droll and so very slow, so very seldom to dance to its own tune- rather: Structure was a thing to flout, to sing and play and shout upon, to in-so-trampling lend this e’erbounding rhythm yet even fuller, even fiddlier than e’er it could have been afore or then or since.

Structure was a wonderful thing. Of contrast! Of caterwalling! Of bitter, burdenous, baseless convulsions which came upon those vying against those tiny thousand-odd and thensome little inconveniences thereof, rendered that much moreso-over in their fleetness of absence! All of this and less did Ejpto’Jsjt reckon upon. Purpose was not a treasure found in so-looking, but a figment faster whereby was it stumbled. It was a thing worth having… A thing impossible… A thing invaluable…

Purpose, plain and simple, was something to do!

>>6324929
A landly sort of coelacanth-goliath strode into view. Familiar in bearing, fierce in countenance; now this conjunction of lenses surveyed in earnesty…

That one which dubbed itself Ͼ-Arkatassus…

Astride its brow there sat a shimmering contraption! ‘Neath its shine shone flashing teeth! Herein was a fluctual synthesis of raw meat and odd magnetism, driven to sinister and inscrutable ends which Ejpto’Jsjt had not even an absent kind of grasp of. Upon Ejpto’Jsjt, this one spake! Upon that, those tubes whistled and gong-echoed and clamoured in affirmative!

“Thy soaring meanders shakest I from mine slumber! So, I behold! Lo! Thou be holding a peculiar mien: of industriousness, of brashness, of subtle plots bolstered by shared power. Much there is to gain in friendship, not in our least a canvas for that drummer so-brutish, should he be thus also a swimmer so-patient!”

Ejpto’Jsjt went stumbling along in his direction, more curious of these aforementioned gates than anywhere-else.

>Ejpto'Jsjt triggers Thunderous Racket (automatic), (first 2d10)
>Ejpto’Jsjt moves west to (17,19) and begins following Ͼ-Arkatassus.

>>6326748
>Correction: Ejpto'Jsjt moves northwest to (19,17), [0/4] speed left, [0/1] techspeed left

Rolled 5, 1, 6, 9, 2, 9 = 32 (6d10)

>>6324765
>Consume Heliodos pill [MI]

>Develop [MA] [4 DI] [1-2 mana if needed] - The Jade Beauties Of Mount Ao 1/?
>Preq-Tech: Enlightenment, Purification, Symbiosis [consumed spark] Exquisite Technique, Carve Out The Veiled Beauty, Mount Ao Sectmaster, progress so far made on Jade Beauty Heliodos
>Preq-Resources: N/A
>Extracting pellets from primals grants them a jade beauty form to turn into as a side effect. Pellets extracted using the Mount Ao Sectmaster ability gain the following effects:
>>1) The additional DV granted by the pellets is equal to the primal's DV minus 1, rather than a flat +1
>>2) A pellet fed to a primal grants it either an additional DV (difference between highest DV and lowest DV cannot exceed 2), or an upgrade to its inborn abilities worth an MA
Huáng's responsibility had been clear from the start. Enlighten, teach, and guide out of the cycle those that can be.
Less clear was the path. Murkier still was the distinction between those that could be guided out of the cycle, and those that cannot be.
The god of decay, falsehoods, and symbiosis was open to his message. So too was the god of the concept of stabbing. Simplistic and facetious, yet both showed an eagerness he would not have ascribed to their ilk.
Heliodos the sedantry, Zaraave the brutish, both accepted his gift. The cunning mongrel did not.
The willingness to learn was unrelated to the capability to learn. Does that exclude those incapable from his destiny?
Nay.
So he would set a path to enlighten those formerly incapable of enlightenment. Grant them the chance to become more, greater, better than they ever could have been elsewise.
The pill condensation and extraction process had been perfected, or so one would have thought. But perfection was an impossible goal, an ideal to chase, and never reach, not within the cycle.
If vital Yin could be extracted, refined, purified, why could it not be empowered, and returned? Why must the harvest be a zero sum game, of winner and loser, rather than winners both?
So it is that the meditation of two epochs caused a breakthrough in understanding and comprehension, of universal laws made to be broken, and ones yet to be made still.
The vital Yin extraction would hold within it a spark, much like a divine's, of essence rather than echo, equal to strength of the being it was extracted from.
The vital Yin extraction could be cycled into a refinement, and as a god would be empowered in minor ways, a primal would be empowered in awe-inspiring ways.
The vital Yin extraction would shave off, purify a core weakness of a primal, for form leads function, and form need not be hideous when it could be pleasant to eye and soul.
So it shall be.

Rolled 6, 5, 1, 9 = 21 (4d10)

>>6326770
>Develop [MA] [3 DI] [1-2 mana if needed] - The Jade Beauties Of Mount Ao 2/?
>Preq-Tech: Enlightenment, Purification, Symbiosis [consumed spark] Exquisite Technique, Carve Out The Veiled Beauty, Mount Ao Sectmaster, progress so far made on Jade Beauty Heliodos
>Preq-Resources: N/A
>Extracting pellets from primals grants them a jade beauty form to turn into as a side effect. Pellets extracted using the Mount Ao Sectmaster ability gain the following effects:
>>1) The additional DV granted by the pellets is equal to the primal's DV minus 1, rather than a flat +1
>>2) A pellet fed to a primal grants it either an additional DV (difference between highest DV and lowest DV cannot exceed 2), or an upgrade to its inborn abilities worth an MA
Play it again Sam.

Rolled 10, 3, 7 = 20 (3d10)

>>6326771
>If The Jade Beauties Of Mount Ao counts as successful:
>Zaraave moves to (15,28)
>Move to (15,28) while carrying Heliodos and The Shennong
>Harvest Zaraave for a pill [MI]
>Feed Zaraave the pill, allowing it to develop lungs and sunproof skin
>Carry all to (11,26)

>If The Jade Beauties Of Mount Ao still needs more DI/MA, or giving Zaraave the ability to exist on land requires something more, or I fail the affinity roll to harvest Zaraave for a pill:
>Zaraave moves to (14,32)
>Huáng moves with Heliodos and The Shennong to (11,26)

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6326772
>explosion if it matters

>>6326772
>>6326773
>If The Jade Beauties Of Mount Ao is not yet fully developed and no mana was expended, convert mana to DI [MI]

>>6324765
>Move Ischus to 27,11
>Move Exettakal to 27, 11