Sveiand had been lost in the geometric enchantment of the Shattered Sea, and endless maze of sheets and flows that groaned with restrained power at every tide. He had been pondering how to further his dominance over his powers to secure his personification of winter amongst any future civilisations that may arise. And over time had become one with the dark frozen landscape. He knew how the ice froze in fractals, sheets and feathers. He felt the dense brine descended into the depths that only the ocean God knew as his ice expelled the impure salt from its crystalized form. He flew in the powerful gales that blew over the ice shaping fantastical forms as the cool air descended at the polar cord. As his knowledge of his polar realm expanded his mind wandered back to the image of Undasis' waters flowing from the crater and the ice groaned in agony once more. He longed to release his ice from its thin ocean based form but his idea would require land. He shimmered into a cloud of frozen mist and reappeared high above Galbar's only landmass, now abuzz with life and basking in the warmth of its Southern Hemisphere position. He was agog to view the myriad of animal life and now sentient beings. He nodded in admiration for Vowzra and Escre at the creative abundance of wildlife that colonised the massive continent. Yet the God of Winter shied away at the wanton destruction that was befalling the benevolent humans that had now started to form settlements. He watched through the years as the humans evolved their societies and populations ebbed and flowed with his harsh winters and conflict. He observed how the plants bloomed and fruited at different times of the year and hoped soon to master such natural marvels himself. It was with the discovery of the Cold Monastery that Svieand first observed the outsiders using the powers that he held so dear. Mists. Snow. All said in his name without one mention of his actual existence. A hymn of winter! Jealousy and selfishness burst forth from within his thoughts and his heart chilled. [i]How dare Escre embue the affinity of ice into his own creations?![/i] He pulled energy from the void as before and exploded in a shower of his raw power over the continent. The weather in Arguilla turned within days. Svieand’s affront at Escre, the one who he had once revered with such admiration, granting his domain to mere mortals. Within weeks the previously benevolently mild winter was the worst in the continent’s short history fuelled by the winter god’s rage. Yet as the blizzards scoured the continent the frosts claimed more and more innocent lies and Svieand started to thaw. The humans did not deserve the punishment he had inflicted and soon the Cimex would start to adapt to the frigid conditions, further worsening humanities unprepared situation. Svieand let the storms rage and transported to the northern hemisphere where he summoned a far smaller continent formed from an archipelago of large islands from Undasis’ depths. Imbued with his power the land flourished with vegetation that reflected his person, and Sviebard became the third set of land to be created. The trees were tall and sharp with spinal leaves that it jealousy held all year. The vegetation was course and woody, adapted to the freezing conditions. The animals he brought were thick coated and paler than their southern cousins. Great white bears stalked out onto the Shattered Sea in chase of dogs that withdrew their legs in favour of an aquatic life. Great white owls soared silently across endless taiga forest in search of hidden rodents. Great white wolves stalked the herds of innumerable reindeer that thundered endlessly across the great expanses of the islands northern edges. With a flick of his wrist Svieand transported all those humans who can communed with the Liaison to their new island homes. He gave a wry smile as he chose numerous humans as his chosen ‘Spirit Walkers. Their hair bleached white and eyes sparkled blue as Svieand transferred his mastery over the harshest season amongst them. Their eyes went completely white as their consciousness past into a colourless plane with no sense of dimension only a bitter cold. Before them stood the figure of Svieand from which a warmth seemed to emanate as he spoke directly into their minds. [b][i]"You are chosen by me, Svieand, God of Winter, and Keeper of Cycles. Unlike those in the now endless white, I will show you the true path of winter and ice enabling you to live in harmony in these lands. You will learn to master the elements but must respect both the land and the sea, otherwise both are unforgiving. You shall respect all living beings from the hulking musk ox to the burrowing vole, the tallest redwood to the lowly sage, the smallest babe to the withered elder. In return I grant you the powers to commune with those whom you share this land, so you can learn from and empathise with those creatures and plants that have mastered the ability to thrive in this realm. I will also grant you knowledge not yet learnt to bless your re-birth that you must endeavour to spread throughout your people. Before I entrust my creations to your care I must beseech you to also show tribute to the Woman of the Water, for she may grant you good fishing and safe passage if you follow her bidding also. Fair well my children, may you never feel the cold."[/i][/b] Svieand watched as the humans gathered around his chosen figures, each one different from the next, both genders and from all ages. Each now having the magic of Svie’s winter essence and also, once mastered, the ability to spiritually transfer one’s consciousness into that of another being. He smiled as they started to transfer their knowledge, some stronger males walking to the shore to explain the concepts of sailing whilst other gathered around older figures to discuss the emerging stars. Others followed younger Spirit Walkers as they ventured into the forest to explore the bounty that awaited them. Svie glanced once more at those near the ocean and stared into the foreboding depths. He knew he must secure the safety of his new peoples and that would require a deal with the god of the oceans. Soaring through the upper atmosphere he scowled once more at the bitter winter that afflicted the bountiful first land of Aguilla. The Cimex would adapt and the Dyun would have to turn to more slaughter to survive. Let’s see how the Liaison fair in the hands of the people when they cannot stop this snow. He would await an apology and show them just how unforgiving winter can be. With a growl of rage and upset he flung himself into Galbar’s Scar in search of a meeting with the Undasis… [hider=Summary] 4 Might spent to level up from Level 2 to Level 3 ‘Endless Winter’ created using inherent godly powers (God of Winter) 1 Might spent to create the Sviebard Archipelago 1 Might spent to gift the Spirit Walkers with the Gift of Winter and Spirit Walking 1 Might spent to create personal plane of Hoar 1 Freepoint to adapt the ecosystem 2 Freepoint spent to teach the Sviebarden: Nature Fur Clothing Animal Domestication Sailing Astronomy Navigation Fishing Stone-Tool making Archery Herbalism [/hider]