LOC IC - A Perfect Sphere In Nothing

[danelb121]

Zemirah - Laughter on the wind.

Zemirah watched the Xedes leave without joining her band. She was undoubtedly disappointed but knew this could be the case. Zemirah decided this was a moment in history to be recorded in song, so she sat down and began writing, She watched the Dragon god from the corner of her eye and wondered if she would be welcoming in a fifth member. This alliance was bringing her joy and on this stage she felt the presence of her bandmates.

The songbird started to whistle while she wrote. Thinking about how much happiness this moment brought her. Without even thinking about it she began to move the wind outside, it gathered and entered the hall moving around her in harmony to her whistling. Zemirah had begun wondering if others saw her wind the way she did, with the music being carried upon it. The breeze circled at her feet and spiralled upward ruffling the feather's on her dress and caressing her hair. Then it pulled at her hair with a tug this was sudden strange foreign. This was not Zemirah's wind, it had begun taking a form of its own.

Hapless creation was beginning to become a theme for her, First it was her harp when she first began singing and now it was whatever was forming in the wind. The musical air gathered in an odd way gripping around Zemirah's waist and shoulders with a mass of it gathered at her back. Then the songbird heard a strange noise near her ear it was distant but she could have sworn she could hear laughter. Could the wind be enjoying itself?

The wind took form as the Arcane symphony almost gave itself to the creature. Legs formed at Zemirah's waist and arms around her shoulders. It was a child there was a child on her back. Had she created this?

"What are you?"

[Holy-hunter]

The wind that was no longer Zemirah's held onto her tightly for a short time longer before briskly floating away through the great hall and swirling all around the room. The musical air born of her song continued to giggle with her shared delight and happiness, it's tone there but not, intertwined with that of the arcane orchestra. An almost ghostly sound joyfully haunting the room with a contagious light excitement and happiness, a sound that grew stronger and more infectious as it became louder and very more real.

Just in front of the playful giggling, the magic and the air had become visible in form. Like a swirling cloud of mist, half ethereal and sparkling it continued to solidify and form. Never keeping still it followed the music from wall to wall. It was clear now that the air, the music, the magic, this creation of existence and freedom was manifesting as a young boy. A child. Fully formed he could be clearly seen and heard, but the faint residue of cloud stuff still always trailed behind him.

His movements were erratic and changing, they seemed to flow with no reason or rule. No part of him could keep still. He carried himself busily around the floor, twisting and turning, jumping and rolling, burning with a bright sparkling energy that emanated a wild carefree joy. It was captivating.
A wide smile further reflected what his body was trying to express, his love and appreciation for the sound that had occupied his bones. He knew not what he was doing, he just went with it. And it was magical. Visually and literally.

This was his way to show appreciation for all around him, to express his joy. This was his art, this was his dance and therefore his application to the court of eternal wonders.
Retrning to his creator, the smile of innocence wide on his face and eyes full of curiosity. He looked her over before replying.
"I am what you made me, the extension of the joy you felt, the story you wanted to tell. But as a thing of such beauty I didn't want to fade away into nothingness and be forgotten. I refused to! I wanted to carry on living. I wanted to ride along the winds and continue to dance the air.
I am a creation of creativity and an expression of freedom.
I am Agless Kihjo. Child of your song."

With that, cheeks all red and rosy, he closes his eyes and leans in to hug his creator.

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Born at the same time as Kihjo, he became of the music, the lighter more frolicking tones, wild, erratic and free, curiously changing with the breeze, while the true heart of the music, the beat, the rhythm the base tones and core formed into something else. Heavier and more steady, it itself formed into what it represented.
The heart of rhythm.

It was slower to come to be, and since heavier, it sunk beneath the floor of the concert hall and remained out of sight. Connecting to the distributing tubes throughout the land of music its power became intertwined with all.

It sits idly in silence until awoken by a beat, by vibrations or by music. Until something of creative passion and beauty can spark new life into it, then and only then will it use its powers to bless their will and actions as brought out in their offering.

Spoiler: AP

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16

Create major artefact (-5AP)
The heart of rhythm
-1AP Bless
Located beneath the great concert hall.
Activated by performance art.
Is the only way to gain the full powers of the following concept.

Create mythical concept (-4AP)
Momentum magic (Dancing)
Like a bards power derives from song, this magic is summoned from movements and dancing.
The underlying principle is putting in energy to receive greater energy. Later they will learn specific motions and precise movements to activate different possibilities.
(While anyone can practice and there dance, only those who have danced to the beat of 'the heart of rhythm' while standing in 'the great concert hall' will gain its magic.)

Join Pantheon (-1AP),
Court of Eternal Wonders
Birth dance.

Obtain Domain
Movement (dance)
All above

End AP
16-10=6

[Kirjath]

Zud heard the new sound, unmistakable and clear as it rung out over the ceaseless noise of magic. It was something that had never occurred before on the peaceful Sphere until these new beings had shown up. It was harsh, guttural, and breaking. It was the sound of battle. Zud found himself inexplicably drawn to the volcano Ha'lainn, trudging with great effort through the drowning waters of the ocean. He sensed the pain of the dwarves and the fury of the giants. He sensed the confusion and the chaos. With each step, his purpose became more and more clear. This was what he was born to do.

The dwarves readied themselves for another fight as they saw Zud rise up out of the waters and on towards Ha'lainn, their home. To them, he was only another stone-like giant, but they misunderstood. Their weapons would be futile against Zud, but he didn't mind. Soon they would learn to build fortifications as strong as he was and rid themselves of the uncertainty of war. After only a few volleys, the dwarves seemed to realize the futility of their efforts and they quickly stopped. They seemed to be cowed; some even scurried back into their caves! That would not do.

These creatures needed something to help them. Something to even the odds against the whims of the other deities. Zud would push these mortals, and he would observe what they could do with his gifts. Maybe one day, they could even challenge the wicked creators who started this madness. But first thing was first: a foundation needed to be laid. The dwarves were clamoring among themselves about what to do with this stone-like giant before them. Their chattering was ceaseless and distracting. How could Zud work when there was so much...unnecessary noise? With a great rumble, a mighty and dark pillar sprung forth from his back, stretching up and into the sky. The dwarves seemed shocked, but no one could utter a word as the pillar radiated with unseen power. Instead, they gazed at the pillar, and understanding slowly dawned on them.

Now, they would know. And as Zud began working on their large doors and their tunnels, he knew as well. This sort of tragedy would be much more difficult to repeat. But Zud did not want to lock the dwarves into their realm. They still possessed the faults of their creators; they would desire change, even if it was to their detriment. They would seek to go beyond this realm and into others, and so they would need a way to conquer the very walls he was helping them build. It was only fair that they saw how to do it. After all, it wasn't only the defender who needed courage, but also the one who wanted to overcome.

Spoiler: AP Usage

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Create Major Utility Artifact (5 - 2(Stone of Kros) = 3 AP): The Pillar of Halak. This dark pillar juts out of Zud's back. It pulses with ancient knowledge, radiating silence and providing understanding to those who gaze upon it. In the presence of Halak, there can be no unnecessary noise. (-1 AP/Create Advanced Concepts)
Create Advanced Concept (2 - 1(Pillar of Halak) = 1 AP): Sentinels. Those races around the globe who face danger of attack have formed simple military units versed in the art of defense and vigilance. They are known as Sentinels, Sentries, or even just Guards, but their duty is the same. They will protect what is important to them, for any reason they may have.
Create Sub-Concept of Architecture (1 AP): Fortifications. Beings everywhere now understand the importance of a well defended location. Architects and planners around the Sphere have begun constructing better and more precise defensive positions to their own aesthetic sensibilities.
Bless (1 AP): The Great Wall. Any mundane fortification constructed worldwide with the symbol of Zud upon it is immune to attack by way of Mythical Concepts. No magic can penetrate such fortifications; they must be taken down through more mundane means (this immunity includes Mythical/Fabled Life). Any fortification constructed by means of Mythical Concepts with the symbol of Zud upon it is immune to more mundane attacks. They must similarly be assaulted by means of Mythical Concepts/Life.
Bless (1 AP): Mundane Courage. Created Sapient Beings (not Mythical or Monstrous) have been blessed with the potential for intense courage. Some, but not all, will now seek to build, expand, and overcome their obstacles. Those blessed individuals will drive forward towards their goals or towards the goals of the one who made them. They will push their boundaries as they choose, and they will progress as they see fit. Individuals blessed by this nature have a willpower that can cause others to follow, and they are not daunted by setbacks or by foes.
Create Organization (1 AP): The Breakers. They possess members from any race willing to join them, and accept all applicants who possess the necessary courage. The Breakers are a guild of elite sappers, engineers, and those versed in magic who understand fortifications intrinsically. They know how to knock any wall down, even fantastical defenses, and will often hire on with forces that are looking to assault a location. The Breakers owe no allegiance to any society, but they may be persuaded to a cause for any number of reasons. To a Breaker, defenses are merely obstacles; puzzles that can be solved and overcome with ingenuity, courage, and skill.

Bookkeeping: 8 - 3 - 1 - 1 - 1 - 1 -1 = 0 AP left
New Domain -
City (Fortifications)
Stone of Kros (5) Divine Infusion for Kros (3), Advanced Concept: Sentinels (1), Blessing: The Great Wall (1)

[dreamking]

Noctilux, the First Dragon

Noctilux was perplexed as he stepped outside the Concert Hall. The Songbird wanted him to create beautiful art, but he wasn't sure if he grasped the concept yet. Had she not seen the stars in the sky, or the Dragons who came with him to her domain? They were all examples of his magnificence, why could they not be art?

He looked upon his dragons, now padding around on the ground and gathering at his feet. He sat with them on a hill, looking up at the night skies. "Tell us where we come from, Great Father." A dragon asked. This perplexed the First Dragon even more. The dragons of Stellaregno knew their history, for they were not an ignorant people. He had told them a thousand times over what had happened. Why did they ask again?

Stumped on the concept of art, Noctilux began to tell them again. But at that moment, a spark awoke in his heart. A simple relaying of facts became grandiose embelishments, a simple flight around the Sphere became a grand journey. Noctilux wasn't sure what he was doing, but he saw a new light in his dragon's eyes. Was this art that he was making? It didn't sound like the Songbird, it just sounded like talking. But his dragons were as enraptured by it as they had been by her song.

The tale was told, and the Dragons were in awe of their God's attempt at entertainment. Noctilux thought more about this. How could the tales of himself and the others of this world be remembered, so even the smallest village on the most isolated island could learn of not just his deeds, but the deeds of the other gods, the Dragons and the other creatures of this Sphere.

He looked to the sky and suddenly grew to his dragon form again. He moved his claws around, maneuvering the stars as if they were simple pegs in a wall. Soon, he had done it. He had created himself in the sky. It was a rather simple picture (Noctilux still wasn't sure he had a grasp on this "Art"), but his dragons recognized him and that was all that mattered. Noctilux continued, making the Songbird, the winged goddess who now slept in Stellaregno, the strange crustacean god who he saw but hadn't spoken to. They all were soon drawn (crudely) in the night sky so that all may see them.

"If that isn't art, I don't know what is." Noctilux said with a smile

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I'm assuming that my AP point for joining the Pantheon is refunded since Noctilux hadn't created any art yet

Starting AP= 3

Mundane Concept (Storytelling)= 1 AP
Advanced Concept (Astronomy)= 2 AP

Remaining AP= 0

I'll join the Pantheon at the refresh.

[danelb121]

Zemirah - The second verse

This was quite a moment to Zemirah, she petted the child gently on the head and then pried herself free. She smiled at the six names presented on her stage, and decided this is where her harp would rest Core of her first song. She then looked around the hall and brought forth some of her divine power. She placed it on the wind and let it travel around the concert hall until the power vibrated into it's very walls. She was now content with this creation. Sure that unless a being equal to her dared to try none would be able to destroy this place. Even if the earth beneath it opened up nothing could destroy this hall.

Content the concert hall was safe she left. Heading outside to look up into the sunlight, she enjoyed it's warmth, and she liked the way her silouhette looked in its light. Thats when it occured to her something she hadnt seen on any of the other gods. None of them had shadows she was the only one. None of the mortals cast shadows either. Was this a mistake? or was she unique because of her dominion over the force? Even her hall did not cast a shadow. She tried to weave some more energy but found she was too tired. Perhaps creating the boy had taken it out of her. So she rested in the sun for a bit looking up at the sky.

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AP = 0 PAP =1

The Hall of Eternal Wonders: (bless -1 Using PAP) The Concert hall home of the Pantheon "Court of Eternal Wonders" is now indesctructible blessed by Zemirah to ensure the safety of all within.

AP= 0
PAP = 1- 1 = 0

[Holy-hunter]

With his creator leaving, Kihjo looked around noticing everyone was different and taller than he, not disheartened he continued to dance around merrily as he played with imaginary friends, chasing and running around with them. All the whilst dancing and singing. Sure he was not as reformed or as skilled as the other performers, but he didn't care, he was having fun. Soon enough these figments of his imagination did not remain imaginary for long.

They started appearing all throughout the room,
Like Agless Kihjo they were short and young in appearance with a thin frame and wide smile. However unlike him their large eyes were deep and dark, they had long pointy ears and pinned to their arms were majestic feathered wings.

Later these mythical creatures would come to be called the Ageless Children of the song (or Acots). They frolicked in the music, climbing up walls and disappearing from one location and reappearing in another. Kihjo, delighted by what had just happened went running and laughing out of the hall to continue playing outside with his new magical friends.

The heart of rhythm blessed all of them as they left, they would be safe and connected to the land of music, always able to return at a moments wish as long as they looked after it and if called, they would return to aid it.

Spoiler: AP

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10 AP 2/2PAP

Create Mythical life-2AP/-2PAP
Artefact charge
'the heart of rhythm'- bless

8AP 0/2PAP
0/1 Artefact

Spoiler: Mythical life Acots

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Ageless Children of the song
(imagine young friendly fey harpies, slightly less bird like.)

Small playful humanoid creatures, they are fey-like in appearance with wide eyes, largish pointed ears, and along the underside of their arms they have feathered wings like that of a song bird that allow them to fly. Their skin is slightly shimmery and reflects in the light.

They are quite mischievous, kind, beautiful and playful.
Weary of strangers they are often shy at first, tending to hide away and peer curiously from a distance.
While cautious these creatures cannot resist the lure of music games and dance.

Highly energetic they are forever playful and watchful. They seldom speak but make beautiful noises with their mouths and can mimic any sound. As well as mimicry they have exceptional hearing, and the ability to go invisible, alter appearance and teleport.

Besides just making pleasant sound they can also make negative ones that cause injury and pain when focused heavily on an area or individual.

[Emperor Demonking]

Line, A Blessing To Silent Singers

Some Silent Singers were bathing in the sun. When a song entered their minds. It was not the song of each other. It was not the arcane concert, although it had power of its own. There was a faint, as if distant, rapid thudding that felt instinctively like a distanr battle. Concerted violins that they knew to be the sound of kneews being grazed or brambles being struggled through. Something was missing. They felt nervous when they realised what it was, they felt more nervous when they realised part of them did want it.

Then it came. Something of a sharp melody of an animal attack. The group rushed towards it. It wasn't far and the beast must have sensed them coming because when they got there, there was just a badly injured Singer alone.

THe singers sang there new song, they plucked notes and changed chords to first dull the pain to fix the sinews of the singer and letting him continue in life. Then they heard it again, further away this time.

Spoiler: AP

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8 AP = 10 AP - 2 AP: Sub-Concept of the Arcane Symphonthy - The Song of Pain - All pains are part of the song of pain. By listening to it then one can find and get an idea of the pains in the world. One can also infuse it with positive energy to heal and alleviate the pain. The song also includes that the careful listener can use to find his way to pains.
7 AP = 8 AP - 1 AP: Bless, some 5% or so of Silen Singers are blessed with the ability to be constantly listening to the Song of Pain.

[gawwy]

Ambleige - Herald of Greatness, Youngest of the first gods. In the village at the center of the sphere

Deep in the center of the sphere upon the gods wrought creation lay a dark village, empty but for one soul. Ambleige drummed his thick fingers against his thigh in impatience. He had thought his siblings would have appeared in hear with him. He had waited for them to appear as he had, born of their fathers loneliness. Instead he felt that he could sympathize with his father, understood his suicidal attempt to escape isolation. Ambleige pondered his surroundings deep in thought.

Well this is lame

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[16AP]
Mundane Concept (-1AP): Awesomeness, the concept of inspiring awe for the sake of inspiriring awe
Mundane Concept (-1AP): Lameness, a total failure to inspire awe
Curse (-1AP): The Village has been cursed to cause a deep sense of ennui in all that visit it. It is deeply lame.
[16-3=13AP]
Domain Progress:
Judgement (Awesomeness) [3/10]

Ambleige stands from where he sits, stretch's his arms above his head and cracks his knuckles.

Thats enough of that, time to leave.

Ambleige lets out a roar and sprints at the wall surrounding the village. As he hits it he starts punching it, sending rocks flying. He continues to smash while roaring at the top of his deific lungs, carving a tunnel into the cave wall.

Eventually he burst from the surface of The Sphere, with one last roar he struck his bleeding fists into the air in triumph. A moment of suprise as the sunlight healed them. He turned and spat into the tunnel. After a slight pause he carved a statue of himself, in a triumphant pose, at the entrance.

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[13AP]
Alter land 1AP: Tunnel to The Depressingly Lame Village, The tunnel wrought with Ambleige's bare hands remains as a portal between The Village and the surface of The Sphere.

Domain Progress:
Judgement (Awesomeness) [3/10]
Glory(Legacy) [1/10]
[13-1=12AP]

The eternal marker of his greatness erected he turns to observe the world and all it has to offer.

Sun that heals you? Awesome, Ambliege intoned pointing at it.

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[11AP]
Bless(-1AP): The sun is blessed for being awesome with inspiring awesome. All who feel its healing warmth are motivated to make displays of strength.
Domain Progress:
Judgement (Awesomeness) [4/10]
[12-1=11AP]

[Phobia]

Skitter skitter, skitter skitter, ckitter ckitter..

The scuttling noises of the gigantic spider-monster were especially eerie in the dull quiet of the jungle she had landed. Most of the animals had fled in terror at the meteor strike of the abomination whom crawled forth from the hole left behind. Immediately she quivered from the sun taking refuge in the deeper jungle where the canopy above protected from the rays of the bright ball of fire. That place which had thrown her here, that burning orb of lifelessness. It was hate at first sight. The spider being made her way through the jungles of Arkan without caring what she disturbed.

Around her "neck" she wore her first piece of jewelry before even assuming a humanoid form- a little piece she had stolen for herself before she was rudely cast here that was sure to shine more brightly than anything on the dirt she walked. It was a shard of the sun itself encased in her power; ever shining bright and ever contained. Her motivations for taking it she wasn't sure of, but she knew that she did love shiny things.

And moving things!

The spider-monster squealed in delight as she encountered the various creatures to be found watching the reptiles for hours before moving on and running after the zebras. She chased one down and manged to corner them before pouncing on the hapless beast and draining it of all life and blood. All she knew was that she was hungry and that was satisfying. She stared down at the lifeless animal and frowned. It wasn't moving. This she didn't like so much. They were having such fun, why had she done this? But it had felt nice so she let it pass and moved on it from.

Chasing them had been too difficult and she didn't enjoy it as much so she trusted her instincts and started to string together webbing to create a nest for her to strike out from. Sticky webbing! To trap those cute little moving things so she could watch them more closely..

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AP: 16

Create Utility Artifact (Sun Shard): Curse/Bless [5]

Alter Land (The Webbed Lands): Where the spider landed she made huge terrible webs so thick and deep in the jungles that the sun doesn't show there. [1]

Curse (Love): Devainia's very existence has created the concept of love, a curse upon all mortals. Love can drive you to do things you never thoguht you would, whether for good or ill. Love poisons the mind and soul. Love can be more addictive and more consuming than any drug, and also more fulfilling. Love can make even the soundest mind behave completely irrationally. Love can lift your heart to greater heights of happiness than you ever thought possible, and lower than you ever dreamed of.

AP: 10

[Extrail]

Orbis created history.
Orbis decided to investigate more into time. It was interesting but felt incomplete. He started with history the cataloging of past events, and even in how the people would create the time.
This he called history. The cataloging of events by the mortals both minor, and major. This was sparked due to the giants interesting tales of the old home they once had that they had been attacked for.

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13/16 ap
-2 mundane concept(history) history written down and preserved for generations.
11/16 ap.

[Juicy Kisses]

Vask, Ha'lainn Defended

Beginning to get bored of the gathering of gods, and decided that it was best that she left. With a polite acknowledgment of her exit, she drove into the earth below and began to swim home. She was thrilled to return to her glorious homeland. However, she arrived to find that it had been attacked. Lava spilled from her heart, which began to fill with rage.

"What being has done this? I shall destroy them all! How dare they attack something so divine, so rightly mine?!"

The dwarves gathered around their lady, taking care to avoid the small pools forming from the lava pouring from her eyes. Giants, they told her, had come here and attacked. Vask began to notice that they had begun construction on a massive and impregnable wall around their fortress. This was good, she thought. It would stop this from happening again. The idea came from another visitor they told her, one who's might was infinite and his bravery just as large.

"I shall seek out this stranger. He and I shall become powerful allies and smite all those who dare to do such a thing ever again!"

With that, she raised her hammer into the air, plucking a small bit of a giant which had been sundered from its body and now laid on the ground. She smashed into the shard with her hammer, and again, and again, until finally she had tempered it into a hammer in it's own right.

"This shall be the Giantbreaker, I shall use it to destroy every last one of them!"

With those words, she fled once more from her home, this time in search of the God they called Zud.

"Impregnable Defender, I come in search of thee!"

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AP: 1, refresh +4 PAP: 1
Create Major artifact(Combat Artifact: Giantsmasher) -4 AP(used 1 lower cost from utility artifact)
[Artifice(Smithing) 9/10]

[Holy-hunter]

Wearing an array of fresh new cuts and bruises, Agless Kihjo comes racing around the corner of the great hall, chasing something that is no longer there. Rounding the corner with his full determination and momentum, at the last second he spotted a glowing eyeball encased by a cloud of mist and hands. But it was far too late. He barely had the time to acknowledge the strange form let alone stop before crashing into it. Instead he just shouted gibberish and put his hands up as he went flying into the other God.

"Ahhh I'm so sorry" he shouts as he eventually ends up on the floor. "Wh, who are you? What are you doing?" he asks politely with an inquisitive glare coming from his puzzled face.

Before he even gets an answer he butts in with another question.
"Where are your legs? Most creations have legs don't they?"

[danelb121]

Zemirah - A second verse

After a few days of rest Zemirah felt her divine power stretch again. It must be time to create again. So she gathered herself and walked around her musical land. It brought her joy and the silent singers brought her amusement. Something about them though felt empty. They were missing that thing that extra thing to make them whole.

Zemirah thought on this as she returned to the concert hall. She would make an echo of these mortals. A reflection of who they are so that if ever they should leave this world part of them would remain. One might call it a soul if such a thing ever existed.

She entered her concert hall and approached her harp. She then began to write a new tune. This one was sad and played beneath the arcane symphony. It would fill the mortal races and allow then to live on. A song eternal.

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Ap=0 + rollover PAP=0 + rollover

Mortal Echoes: (mythic concept -1 discount 2 pap 1) at the core of every mortal is the tale that is their song this echoes long after they are gone a reflection of who they were in life. - (music (echoes) 4/10)

Ap = 4 - 1 =3
Pap = 1-1 =0

[Zhentarim]

Golgari, still sleeping
Still deep in slumber among the dragons, Golgari murmers in her sleep the secrets to gaining great wealth through trade. Not even realizing it, she invented Economics.

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Starting AP 4/16

Create Advanced Concept (Economics) (Free Advanced Concept 1/1): This allows an understanding of how to build wealth through trade, a gift to the Dragons from Golgari.

Ending AP 4/16

[LordArgon]

Sheloth and the Child God
Turning from his art, Sheloth looked at the small god who just ran into him. "Who am I? I am Sheloth, Lord of the Infinite Dreamscape, Sculptor of the Continent of Arkan, and in case you haven't realised yet, a fellow member of the Court of Infinite Wonders. As for what I am doing, I was finishing up the sculptures of all of the members of the Court. You can see your likeness there, across from the dragon. As for why I have no legs, I have no need for them. I can simply float along just fine. Some creations do not have legs, like snakes and fishes. Also, I am a creator, not a creation. Well I have much more creating to do, so I will take my leave. If you wish to see me again, you can visit my personal plane at any time." Waving goodbye to the the child god, Sheloth went back into the void and began looking for inspiration for his next creation.

[Kirjath]

Zud had not wandered far from Ha'lainn. He had grown tired over the course of his work, and had settled into the comforting mud that coated the bottom of the ocean. He wouldn't be able to do much from where he rested, but it was difficult to ignore the downward pull of the Sphere on his limbs. Everything within him just wanted to stay, never moving for the rest of time.

"Impregnable Defender, I come in search of thee!"

His being shook at the eloquent call. Was he being summoned? Sought out? It seemed many were in search of something these days; rest was seemingly out of his reach for now.

Zud wrestled himself from the ocean floor once more, tearing out of the earth with great force. The mud and sediment quickly settled into place where he had rested, and for that Zud was grateful. Twice now, he noticed the harm he caused the Sphere when he moved from a resting place. If it ever happened above water, there might be serious repercussions for such an action.

He surfaced carefully, his head rising above the water like a tower, great light shining as he searched for the commotion. He spotted the being a ways off, heat rolling off of the lava she poured forth. A mighty hammer was in her possession and it radiated with danger. This could be no created, certainly. Only a creator possessed that kind of power. That meant trouble.

Zud rose out of the water as best he could, but he remained weighed down to the Sphere. He would not be able to avoid this confrontation, though he did not wish to run. Watching this approaching deity, Zud felt only confusion. How could she move so freely? Why was she seeking him out? Also, what was it she said? "Impregnable Defender"? Who had he defended?

Maybe she meant the dwarves, though they now defended themselves. It was not Zud's duty to watch over the created, only to ensure they could be watchers.

"...Zuuuud...." He rumbled, pointing to himself. His voice was not used to speaking, and he felt only somewhat embarrassed at the fact. Communication was much different than his comfortable silences.

"See...ker...?"

Spoiler: Bookkeeping

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AP Rollover: 0+4
AP: 4
Stone of Kros: 1
Pillar of Halak: 1

[dreamking]

Noctilux, the First Dragon

Noctilux returned to the Concert Hall just as Zemirah finished up her Song Eternal. "A beautiful sound, Songbird." The First Dragon said as he walked in. "I have returned with a type of art. I have taught my dragons how to tell stories and have chronicled them in the stars themselves!" He gives a quick bow, "I think that is more than enough to join your Court of Eternal Wonders."

Spoiler: AP Spending and Refresh

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Refresh puts my AP from 0 to 4.

Spend 1 AP to join the Pantheon "Court of Eternal Wonders"

0+4-1=3 AP remaining

Process to Domains:

Darkness (Night): 7/10

[Zhentarim]

Golgari, still dreaming

Golgari was still asleep, when she murmured ”Too many mortals...need balance...using too many resources...”

Her dreaming activated her Manse’s ability to create life. Her plane of Necropolis had many Manticores roaming the infinite space outside of the infinite building, and they had greatly multiplied since her last visit. Out of the infinite flat plane outside of the infinite building, many mushrooms sprung up. Aware even in sleep that these mushrooms could help kill off some of the exploding mortal population, she created a bridge from where she was sleeping on the first world to the plane of Necropolis. The tomes of knowledge created on that plane will carry the spores into the first world. This dream of the goddess also made the first books a reality.

”The mushrooms will kill...stuff...be carried by wind and books...”

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Starting AP: 4/16

Zombie Fungus (Free create monstrous life, from Manse): This mushroom releases spores into the wind which gradually weaken and kill mortal creatures, how long this takes depending on the creature’s race, but invariably, unless expensive magics are used, the spores cause the mortals to age and die if they have flesh. As the creature nears death, it begins seeking wet and/or humid places. After its death the fungus takes hold and reanimates the rotting creature, which can inject enough spores into a creature with its bite to make that creature transform within an hour of being bitten, especially if its near water. These creatures are slow and mindless. After the creature’s flesh has rotted away, the skeleton collapses and becomes a cage around the spores which sink into the ground, especially wet ground, and create new mushrooms to start the process over again. Its a fungal infection from hell.

(Count towards Death (Disease)) Claim Zombie Fungus (1 AP)

(Count towards Death (Disease)) Create Bridge, First World to Necropolis (2 AP): This bridge is a cave on the continent of Stellaregno next to where Golgari is sleeping. The dragons may want to build a building surrounding the cave, which leads deep into the floating continent but whose opening is framed by only a small hill on the continent. Due to the nature of the plane of Necropolis, those who enter who Golgari does not want to enter find it harder and harder to proceed until it is impossible.

(Count Towards Death (Disease)) Bless Bridge (1 AP): In order for this bridge to be destroyed, this blessing must first be countered. This bridge is especially hard to destroy.

Ending AP: 1

Panoply (Education) (reduces costs of advanced concepts by 1): 6/10

Death (Disease): 3/10

[Blithesome]

Ekmelao stirred from his slumber, slithering down into a crevice in the sea and reappearing in the sky, and observing his creations.

His people had done decently.

Not spectacularly. But the sixty-four noble houses had not grown corrupt, even as they became more inclined towards intrigue, and the trees had become advisors, as they should, teaching of history and astronomy and economy and storytelling and everything that every nation of the world mentioned in their hearing.

But they had become a touch... stagnant. Dependent, upon the gifts that he had given them. They lived blessed, harmonious lives- but they had produced no creations of their own, in spite of their divine spark.

It was high time for novelty.

A petal fell from his tail, spinning and multiplying and turning into a whirlwind of perfume, in the very center of the moon’s surface. The perfume faded, and in its place was a thousand food tall tree, with fragrant flowers resplendent in every color and with bark that glimmered like the night sky. On its leaves were suggestions. Ideas.

“What if you tried to make a house that could float?” suggested one.

“Or only bred plants that made more fruit?” asked another.

They didn’t *all* come to much- agriculture was hard both underwater and on the tundra, turns out, and people didn’t really need boats when they could turn into fish- but it was a start. And, well, since the first suggestion the leaves made was “make a better writing system for these suggestions to be written in,” they did.

Thus, writing- not just simple pictographs and such, but a respectable, universal alphabet- spread tote Druids of the other races of the world, and spread to the common people in turn.

Ekmelao smiled, slightly, in spite of his lack of lips, and his herbaceous scales glistened with dewdrops and mist.

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Starting AP: 7

Create minor artifact (3 AP): The Oaken Opal of Ekmelao. It allows for one free Create Mundane Concept a week, and is also very pretty.

Using that free action, he’s also, indirectly, created writing.

Ending AP: 4

Moon (Tides): 10/10, now.
Creatures (Naga): 6/10.

[weet555]

But another march

The blue waves on the sandy sea floor a giant tribe marched. They numbered about twenty all but two had the shimmer that the armor of trock. They sang a sad song that changed rhythm regularly, for they know no happen songs.

At the front were the scavengers sifting through the sand for anything of use. In the past they would have used crud sieve and their hands, but a number of cycles ago they had learned how to move the earth with thought and trock.

That tribe learned it from another tribe who learnt it from another who learnt it from another, such was how ideas moved though the tribes of the wandering giants.

One of the scavengers saw a fish’s tale as they moved the sand. Before the fish could move the sand around it squeezed holding it in place, the giant grabbed the fish by is tail and throw it into a net like bag. The sands were easy to scavenge but hardly the most fruitful lands.

The scavenger looked at the bag it wasn’t much but one of the fish was trying to bite another as any act of hunger. The scavenger moved over to the crafter who took the bag and gave an empty one to the scavenger.

The crafter quickly drew a small knife and quickly killed the nibbling fish before it could ‘damage’ the stock. The crafter cut but a few organs from each fish, then tossed the bodies to the size, no use for the rest. The crafter tied each of the fish’s swim bladders to a string and left them to float.

The two children of the tribe were play fighting as they marched like they did when ever not in lessens or sleeping. They ‘play’ fight had an intensity and brutality to match a real one, they adults would end the fight one way if ether was at risk of death. One of the children thrown a discus with its full strength and control of earth due to trock, the discus smashed into the other child cracking their face. “You call that a throw? I hardly felt it!” The injured child yelled unflinching despite the pain.

The children trade strikes, hammer meeting pickaxe, as both chipped away at the other falling behind the tribe. “If you’re going to fight keep pass with the tribe or I will come back there to show you how it is done!” One of adult yelled back prepared to do just that.

The children designed it was time to end their fight, one grabbing their discus and ducked under the net at the back of the tribe.

Two giants at the tribes back had a net strung between them, at the top side of the net was floating organs and sea weed to hold it up, while at its bottom were weights to pull it taut. Net holler was by far the easies job one could pull from the bag at the start of the cycle. The net was the lightest float and was pulled by two, all the giants need to do was walk, an act that to most felt more natural then standing.

The net float’s intended purpose was to passively catch fish as any trawling net, however to the tribes its other purpose was to make the end of the march. If you were behind the net you were lagging behind the march.

The tribe had two other ‘floats’ the heavy one and the drying one. The heavy one a raft like thing holing heavy stones and ores, this cycle it was pulled by a giant that was also assigned the role of time keeper. The drying one was a bottom-heavy float that was intended to stay upon the water’s surface were pieces of clay dried in the sun’s light. This cycle it was pulled by the druid, one of the four rolls that wasn’t chosen at random each cycle.

The time keeper measured the sun’s position with a simple tool yelled to the druid. “Pull the drying one down, that batch should be done.” The druid pulled down the float slowly using a cord that anchored the float to him. This batch were cray jars, all were simple, some misfired having fallen and dried on their sides.

One of the crafters placed wet jars of clay on the float, the druid slowly released the float trying to reduce the number of jars that fell on their side. The druid grown angry as the apprentice of trock bumped them while dodging.

The apprentice and master of trock often spared as the apprentice’s training, they were having trouble using hardening instead of trock’s armor. The two of them constantly walked sideways to keep pace with the tribe, they struck rarely but when they did it was deliberate and fast. The apprentice lifted and throw a hand full of sand into the master’s face, then following that with a punch. The master was pleased with the trick but the punch did nothing, the apprentice could see in their masters face they would be practising punching.

The druid who was wrapped in sea weed to help him hear them ‘voices’ let up a yell interrupting the tribe’s song. Pointing forward to a sea weed forest, what they had been walking towards of the last few cycles. Ever giant in the tribe briefly looked forward to see the forest that they would be harvesting.

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Create advanced concept (ap 2): floats

Giants after the sundering carry all their presentation on themselves often using loops of string, but when an item is too bulky or heavy giants employ floats. To giants any floating large item often tide to a giant is a float. This concept mostly applies to the wheel less wagons used by the giants.

When camping the giants anchor their floats when camping. Floats are used by giants as they are easier to move over difficult terrain, easier to build without wood (hard to get in the sea) and giants can’t use boats (yet).

Create sub concept (2 ap): stone obeys, sub concept of trock.

Stone obeys can only be used by creatures that can use proxy limbs (only giants at this time), for such creatures stone obeys is considered a basic ability of trock. Stone obeys allows its user to control ‘materials of earth’ (see below) in a sort of telekinesis sort of way.

The total force a user can exert at any time though stone obey is equal to their mundane strength and a user may use their full mundane and stone obeys strength at the same time. The range of stone obeys is a very short distance of the user’s body and anything they control though stone obeys to connected by ‘materials of earth’ out to a distance equal to their arm’s length (or closest appendage).

A user may harden or weaken any material they control though the stone obeys like they would harden or weaken with advanced trock. This is a normal use of stone obeys.

Spoiler: ‘materials of earth’

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‘Materials of earth’ generally consist of materials that make up the Perfect Sphere or come from under its surface. This includes but isn’t limited to: rock, dirt, earth, mud, sand, glass, crystals, metals, salts, glass, ice/snow (but never liquid water), generally a liquid form of the above and generally many combinations of the above.

A number of materials are never ‘materials of earth’ including: water, living matter, gases and magic versions of the above that don’t come from the ground. For example, metals of star dust or crystals formed from the tears of a god.

Finally, materials that were part creature that can use proxy limbs can never be used with the stone obeys.

claim domain: life(giants) (
Create Mythical Life: giants 4
Form Society: wandering giants 2
Create Mythical Concept: trock 4)

[dreamking]

Noctilux, the First Dragon


After claiming his spot in the Court of Eternal Wonders, Noctilux took to the sky again, returning to the kingdom of Stellaregno. The First Dragon was amazed at the kingdom his children had built up. Thanks to the gifts of the sleeping goddess, the dragon's towers were growing taller and the kingdom was growing more wealthy, trading with the races of the Sphere. Not only that, but the Dragons had taken the drawings that Noctilux had made in the sky and had begun studying them, mapping out the night sky and marking down the passage of comets and how the constellations seemed to 'move' through the sky.

The First Dragon was pleased with his children's ingenuity. He wished to encourage them to continue to study the skies and explore the world, bringing new discoveries to the Sphere. Noctilux carefully fashioned a huge silver spire from the earth, his children digging out rooms in the spire using their claws. It stood high in the eternal twilight of Stellaregno, looking as strong as steel and as fragile as silk at the same time. Fashioning a delicate crystal within a golden cone, he placed it at the top of thi spire, a device to allow the dragons to observe the stars even more closely. He smiled at his creation, a place that would stand high in Stellaregno as a place of learning and discovery.

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Current AP= 3

Create Minor Artifact (Divine Favor- Create Mundane Concept) 3 AP- The Silver Observatory
The Silver Observatory is a sacred building in Stellaregno, dedicated first and foremost to the study of the heavens. This is mainly done on the top floor, where the massive crystalline telescope allows the scholars of Stellaregno to look closer at the stars than any other being on the Sphere.
The lower levels are dedicated to libraries, laboratories, lecture halls and anything else dedicated to the education of Dragonkind.

Remaining AP= 0

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Darkness (Night) - 10/10 (2 for creating the Stars, 3 for using a Comet to Infuse the Dragons to Mythical Race, 2 for the Advanced Concept Of Astronomy and 3 for the creation of the Silver Observatory)

[Juicy Kisses]

Vask, A Friend in Divinity

Vask approached the Watchtower warringly. It was possible that he could be a danger to her just as much as he could be an ally. However, she thought it just as well to even try to make an ally in her pursuit of vengeance.

"My children build walls in your name. Walls to defend them from the onslaught of those who wish to bear ME insult. I dare say, I must thank you for making them productive in protecting themselves in my brief absence. Tell me, you show them bravery against those creatures of stone...those...giants...Would you not see them destroyed? It is unjust for one to attack without cause, as they have done to my children. They must be brought to justice. Will you join me in pursuit of such a righteous cause?"

[Holy-hunter]

Sheloth and the Child God

Not content or finished with their conversation, the young child God quickly followed Sheloth, the Lord of the Infinite Dreamscape to where ever he was going. After all he did say he could visit him when ever.
Kihjo was instantly amazed and in awe of the many bright colourful rocks and large black stones that surrounded him. He flapped his arms in the shifting mist and watched and laughed as it dissipated away. He almost forgot why he was here. Coiling some mist around him he went off in search of Sheloth, calling his name. His search stopped suddenly as he came across a great fountain. Both impressed and confused by its design and purpose he began to steadily examine it. Having no understanding of such things, nor ever encountering one before, his investigation was a simple one which involved a steady amount of touching, prodding poking and he was even about to start tasting it.

[Kirjath]

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Vask, A Friend in Divinity

Vask approached the Watchtower warringly. It was possible that he could be a danger to her just as much as he could be an ally. However, she thought it just as well to even try to make an ally in her pursuit of vengeance.

"My children build walls in your name. Walls to defend them from the onslaught of those who wish to bear ME insult. I dare say, I must thank you for making them productive in protecting themselves in my brief absence. Tell me, you show them bravery against those creatures of stone...those...giants...Would you not see them destroyed? It is unjust for one to attack without cause, as they have done to my children. They must be brought to justice. Will you join me in pursuit of such a righteous cause?"

The creator before him was eloquent, much more so than Zud could ever hope to be. But he still had no idea who this was that approached him. She never introduced herself, but her interest in avenging the dwarves, her "children" stood out. His earlier suspicion had been confirmed, though: she was a creator. Pursuing a righteous cause, apparently. What exactly that meant was a mystery to him.

After all, the giants had only done what was expected. These creations seemed to have a innate desire to clash with each other, as chaotic as their makers were. Was it not better to have them separated, rather than supporting the one or the other? The dwarves were on one side of a wall, where they belonged, though they likely wouldn't be content to stay only there.

Still, she wanted the giants destroyed for what they had done. Zud could not understand that. It would be more appropriate to direct her anger towards the one that created them. Even better, it would make sense to wall them off so that no further damage could be done.

Or was that it? Maybe the dwarf-mother had a point. Maybe each of the created needed to be separated in their own way. A box or everything. Zud did not have the power to do all that on his own. Even in the distance, he could detect more and more things were being created as he lingered here. It was far too much. Perhaps...just as a wall was made of many pieces arranged together to strengthen the whole, a joint effort could be made to bring back silence to the noise of creation.

"Zuuud...join....ss...." He managed to rumble, his head bobbing slowly in assent.

"Gi....ant...ss.....wreck....less....Need...silenc e..."

They would be walled off like the rest; but Zud had seen their destruction of the dwarves, and he knew they would fight against any wall that contained them. Maybe it was time for something less physical to separate the created. Something that caused them to distance themselves from one another. Boxes and walls made of their own choosing. This would be the only way to ensure the survival of all.

[JbeJ275]

Once Guerletta had assembled the guardians of the Temple, including members from species that had not yet been created when his search started, he had to bring them home. While a simple rush of divine magic may have been enough, they needed to be able to find their own way if they were to make their own glory. This was truer than ever now one of the gods had created nigh-invincible fortifications. If he didn’t teach a way through there would never be battle worth singing of there, only mind numbing siege. As of such he began a new song to take them to their home and added a few notes to the arcane symphony.


Almost heaven, Ars Musica
Melody mountains, Eversinging river
Music’s old there, older than the trees
Nested in the mountains, blowing in the breeze
Bardic roads, take me home
To the place I belong
Ars Musica
Mountain mamma, take me home
Bardic roads

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Sub-Concept of the Arcane Symphonthy - The Song of roads: Those who use the arcane symphony can now create paths to other places far away across the world or even potentially to other unlocked planes. It’s easy to create paths to familiar but non-exact places like “home” or the side of a loved one but very difficult to create paths to exact positions.

AP:8+4-2=10
10/10 Society:Bards
(Created Silent Singers, Blessed them with Innate Music, Formed Music Lands, Joined Pantheon of the Arts, Created Organisation of Bardic Gaurds, Formed Bardic Roads)

[Juicy Kisses]

Vask, The Seeds of Vengeance

Vask smiled, her toothy grin enough to make most feel at least a little uneasy. She let out a small chuckle,

"I knew you would be wise enough to join me. I shall be glad to call you my friend, Zud. Come, let us be off! We must show these giants what happens when they vex the mighty Vask!

Vask could not imagine whether Zud had any ill intentions towards either her nor her foe. She was to consumed by the flames that burned within her heart to care much about anything other than revenge. Perhaps Zud could become her ally, perhaps he would prove to be less useful. In any case, vengeance would be hers! She outstretched her hand towards the Watchtower and awaited to whisk him off in search of these giants.

[LordArgon]

Sheloth and the Child God Part Duex
While tinkering with his new construct, Sheloth notices Kihjo inspecting the Font of Inspiration. "Are you thirsty little one? Go on and have a drink. I think you will find it to be quite refreshing and enlightening. Now once you've had a sip, take a gander at my newest creation, the Mobile Monster Mashing Machine."
Sheloth uses one of his hands to point to a massive eight legged machine. On the front of it is a massive hole and a multitude of arms covered with scoops. On the back is a large hole for the output.
"This wonderful device can convert organic matter to a monster from your imagination. Now for its first test run, where do you think I should put it?."

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Create lesser Artifact -3 Ap
For Nature(Evolution)
New total 4 + 2PAP - 3 Ap = 1 Ap + 2PAP

[Holy-hunter]

Sheloth and the Child God Part Duex

Kihjo gratefully accepts the offer and after chewing a blue rock for a short second he spits it out and focuses on the water. Firstly he cautiously tests it with his hand, then convinced it's safe, he suddenly submerges his whole head under the water of the fountain. A second later he emerges coughing and spluttering, hair wet and soaking, dripping all over the place. As he catches his his breath on heavy gasps, he chuckles and wipes the excess water from his face looking around wide eyed in bemusement, as if truly seeing the world for the first time.

"Organic matter?" He stops to ask as he scurries up to the new creation. "This isn't anything like those statues from before."
The child God remarks as he inquisitively roamed around the structure, weaving in and out of its many legs. He tapped on it here and shook that part over there, all in examination and curiosity.

He stops to look back at Sheloth. Face brimming with excitement and possibilities. "Will it hurt? Maybe we could put it on those big tall green things coming out of the ground. They are really fun to play around and it might even make them more amazing!" His last question was by far his most important and he treated it as such, "Can I help?"

[Blithesome]

Ekmelao looked further upon the world, and- wait. Wait one moment.

His rose-kin creations had started growing ill and sickly, as they grew in years and wisdom- first they would find one form growing weak, and then another, and then another, until forced into using but their one, fully serpentine form- and then that one, hale as it was, would grow pallid and sickly as well.

And turn into a ravenous, undead abomination.

The druids could delay it, substantially- but not rid the afflicted entirely of their ailment, nor dodge it eternal with shapeshifting. Every Naga was afflicted. Every Naga was afflicted. Even the other races had been cursed with the blight, without the recourse of skin-slipping to aid them.

This was- catastrophe, disharmony, the work of some fool god that might only hope to never encounter his fang. Countering it directly- wasn’t his style, the fungus was a living creature and thus also his responsibility, however heinous its existence was. He’d have to find some alternative solution…

He slithered through the sky, pensive.

[danelb121]

Zemirah - A song to curb the blight.

Zemirah was pleased the dragon had added his name to her stage, She had felt a shift in her power when the first two had done so and now the pantheon was six strong. Strength in numbers. There was war on the wind, Zemirah could hear it. Having allies in these trying times may well be the edge she would need. Along with power, but she could earn that on her own.

It was then Zemirah noticed something odd in her hall. It was a silent singer but something about it was off it looked old and decayed and as she listened she could not hear his echo. Zemirah, concerned, approached the poor creature. "What is wrong you poor thing, I cannot hear your echo and you seem to be rotting while you stand." The creature gave no response its mental faculties gone instead it simply lunged at Zemirah attempting to feast on her godly flesh. Zemirah was not a war god, but she did have magic on her side. She let out a screech, Harmonious but destructive it resonated in the shambling heap of rotting flesh and it turned to dust. "What was that monstrosity? who would create such a vile thing? And for what purpose? Are my senses correct, is there a war coming? I must protect the people, or rather I should give them a means to protect themselves. DEVOUT SINGERS! TO ME! I HAVE A NEW SONG TO TEACH YOU."

Zemirah began weaving a new song into the Arcane Symphony. It was not a peaceful song nor was it a kind song but the song would let them purge any of these foul and wretched monsters from the land. At its very core it may yet be wielded by singers who would sunder continents destroy cities or topple armies with just their voice. After she taught the mortals words that should not be uttered to do things that should not be done by Mortals, Zemirah left the concert hall. She had one final thing to do, she had to ensure those creatures could not rise here in this land again.

It took her a long time, as she walked around the entirety of her musical continent weaving the echos of the now dead into the music that moves about this land. Zemirah was crafting a ward to protect what was hers and after that she had other works to do. It was most unfortunate this goddess would not get a chance to enjoy creation for just a while longer, it seemed things were brewing and she wanted to be prepared.

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Starting AP = 3 PAP = 1

The forbidden words of the song: (Create Subconcept -2 PAP USED) Zemirah had, had no intent to give words to her symphony and was mildly enraged that she felt she had to. Her words divine in nature combined into the right sequence could turn creatures to dust, sunder continents or even topple civilizations. A weaponized song though she knows one day it may be used for great evil for now it serves in it's purpose to protect the mortals in the music land. The right words spoken in the right way mingled with the power of the Arcane Symphony can perform great things - (Destruction (Vengeance) 1/10 )

Echo Guardians (Blessing -1) Woven into the very wind that moves about and creates sound on Guerlatta's and Zemirah's musical continent the echo's of the dead will now sometimes become guardians to the island their last remaining sound used to stop the dead from rising here. The ward doesn't destroy the fungus it merely prevents it from the raising the dead. Mortals will still age and die but when they die they will remain dead. - (Music (Echoes) 5/10)

AP = 3 - 1 - 1 = 1 PAP = 1 - 1 = 0

ENDING AP = 1 PAP = 0