[b]Mirtagn Teaches The Ways Of Steel [/b]
Mirtagn was an all around scholar, not just a mystical conjurer who spent his time learning magic and lore. He noticed the Brights had access to barely steel quality of iron, bronze, wood, hay and stone, and sure, they were powerful for mere Humans, but although life was prosperous for a community such as theirs, they were still little more than bare bones communities with one settlement of a few thousand and the rest of the people spread in and nearby the Brightwoods. These people celebrated with each other and had abundant harvest seasons. They were one of the few people who could boast of being both fat AND strong at once, for life was not easy, but it was a piece of cake compared to other societies. Mirtagn decided that the metallurgy of people around the whole world was very lack luster, and that the Brightwood could certainly use his knowledge and innovation for protection against enemies. 

Mirtagn brought with him a library, made himself a house, which is really a Palace just between the Serpent Men's land and the Brightwoods, and invited the wisest elders of the Brightwoods into the Palace, and taught them the chemical processes of high quality steel, but most importantly, the Steel known as "Mithril" Steel, far superior to any steel, this sort of steel could be made so sharp, durable and mighty that a full motion swing through castle walls would slash straight through, and a few motions of the sword could easily make a door way into a stone fortress. The armor could even with stand blows and sharp slashing and piercing weapons made from dragon bones, and later, even as crossbow bolts would be invented, it would take many hundreds of years to damage any armor made by Mithril Steel. Even master pieces made in the Era of firearms would have difficulty piercing through Mithril Steel made armors. Mirtagn also could tell the people lacked in the ways of preserving their abundant food stores. 

Irastakh, however, would not wait so long. The Crystal Sage expanded his Palace into a much larger Archive, and City. In the normal language of the people Irastakh, was called "Archive City", for simplicity's sake. Archive City was one massive library, so huge that it contained all the known languages, knowledge, magic, mystical methods and scholarly examination in the world. Knowledge on traditions, customs, and normal science and all things already known, and a great many things people don't know about yet also remain standing as a place of learning. The Librarians there, Serpent Men, Crystal Dragons and Brightwoodlanders guarded the Archive as a treasure trove, and that's exactly what the Archive is. 

All knowledge is held here, but Mirtagn, Sauranath or others would need to expend their powers in order to make the letters in what is now incomprehensible gibberish legible. However, what was already now to give is perfectly preserved in abundant quality to be done.

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20 Khookie Points : Mirtagn teaches the art of Mithril Steel. 
3 Khookie Points : Mirtagn establishes the foundation of a Palace ((Irastakh)) Think of a living, non ruined version of Labrynthian, if you've played Skyrim. If not, well, the Palace is absolutely huge, like a city, it's one massive archive. Role players can come to the archives and return to other areas with the knowledge that they've learned there. However, Mirtagn is extremely busy with his works. He can't automatically teach everyone everything he knows. The area is provided for with water ways for bathing and cleanly water imbibing. However, knowledge of how to send the schematics of the plumbing works is still illegible at the moment. Archive City is currently the only area where Roman style baths and hot water bathing is possible. 
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[b]Sauranath:[/b]
Sauranath looked down from the stars, and looked around the sky, noticing the eggs, and the other Stars made by the others. He laughed with a deep bellowing laughter, a laughter which may have caused the Eggs yet to hatch to feel giddy with a baby's laughter, trying to be like their father. The Arch Dragon Lord looked around himself once more. . . He was pleased with his work. The Dragonkindred would remain the most powerful kindred of their world for a very long time, possibly forever, since they grew in power with age. 

The ancient dragon mused on this, but his work in other areas than the Dragon Kindred only existed in the creation of the Bright Woodsman and the Serpent Men. He thought for a moment. Sauranath smiled on the existence of the night skies. The day was so much more alive, the night had it's own power over the souls of mortals. Sauranath had made the first stars, and much of his power revolved around the existence of the most ancient stars, pre-existent. If only he could see the stars of the next age, or the age which came before, or somehow both.

Sauranath inhaled. . . the lives of all his children flashed instantly before him. . . the spirits and souls of all that he ever created, Dragons, Serpent Men, or Humans included, touched him into his inner core, where he could not resist the love of making them all. He looked around the world's children. They were all precious and great. He was not a god of love or family, but he could see that it was his duty to be an agent of holiness and goodness towards the people of Galbar, or Orabil, as dragons called it. Sauranath deeply breathed in, letting out all his power and arcane strength seem to flash across the world like a soundless lightning bolt. The Star Eggs were far brighter, perhaps negating the need for Orabil the World Tree, perhaps not, but Sauranath wasn't going to destroy it again. 

Sauranath looked towards the world, "The world is bestowed upon by benevolence. See the world as having gained my favor". The Arch Dragon Lord looked across the small number of people. "The World has seen too much war, like a babe who has learned how to walk being given a dagger and sent off to war. The People of Galbar are bestowed upon a great and Mighty Day, once a year, to enjoy upon my behalf. Behold, in the center of the year, all folk everywhere shall enjoy a portion of my very spirit. The time shall begin now, there shall be two of these special days this year, and all shall see their unique gifts of honor flourish within themselves". 

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3 Might Points : Gained Stars Portfolio
2 Might Points : The Day Of The Stars 
Once A Year, beneficial miracles, "good luck", blessings and special events occur. Later in the role play, no matter what happens to to the appearance of miracles and magic, these days will still lead to extremely important events. Perhaps a powerful Hero or Demigod is born, perhaps someone may decide to do something especially important, who knows. However, once a week, I will ask the GM what 2 Might Points spent on the special day of the year is worth, maybe in "Khookies". 
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