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[color=00BFFF][b]Storm's King; The First Gale; The Embodiment of Change
Level 2 God of Change (Air)[/b]
7.5 Might & 1 Free Point[/color][/center]

Ilunabar's ardent praise warmed Zephyrion's ethereal heart and left him in gracious, flattered, and most benevolent mood. So her request to stay in his palace as a guest was most pleasing to Zephyrion; the company of another would ease that lonesome feeling that became inevitable when one was alone in a vast citadel so high up in the skies as to be detached from everything. It was gratifying as ever to have a palace so magnificent that the goddess of beauty would [i]want[/i] to make it a home, further legitimizing it and him. Perhaps her stay would even serve to add to the citadel's splendor, if she passed the time adding decor to those bleak white walls. [b][color=Gold]"Without a moment's breath, a second thought, or hanging doubt, I bid you welcome once more, Ilunabar! Be ever at home here, you may have a wing of the lower halls for your own with my blessing, O Gleaming Ray of Starlight!"[/color][/b]

Zephyrion allowed an aura of some joy radiate from his chaotic form once Ilunabar and Jvan drew up their plans. Their cooperation was much appreciated. He nodded his agreement occasionally and once or twice glanced off in seeming boredom, but paid courteous attention for the most part, more or less. After patiently allowing them to finish detailing the plans, he had them copied (along with the many maps that had been made and those many more that would come with time) onto the walls of one specific tower where they might be preserved forever.

Just as he had been about to begin the process unleashing his mighty storms to work his will upon Galbar, two spectacles garnered his immediate attention: first was the crazed antics of his amicable yet wild brother Vestec, who had sought to tamper with Vulamera's moons. This utterly [i]delighted[/i] Zephyrion, until he realized that Vestec intended to collide the ruined remains of Perfectus into Galbar. Such wild Change was purely destructive and utterly undesirable, and would interfere with the work of half a dozen other gods. The notion of having his toy ruined by Vestec whilst Jvan and Ilunabar watched was enraging, and Zephyrion stopped for several moments whilst the thoughts flashed through his mind. For once, he was genuinely unsure of what to do. Dare he confront Vestec, the one that he had thought a friend?

Fortunately Zephyrion was spared the trouble when he sensed Vowzra's machinations at work, foiling Vestec's silly plan. Strangely thinking hardly anything of Vowzra or the manner in which he had nonchalantly stopped that moon, Zephyrion prepared to go right back to his work. But then he realized that he held something, the object spinning wildly as it was trapped inside the vortex of his body. The Skylord effortlessly expelled the object and then manipulated the air to bring it hovering before him where he could examine it. It took the mundane form of a jar containing some sort of odd substance, almost like liquid light. At first he was confused; he sensed an overwhelming amount of energy emanating from within, but it was not his energy, the true energy, that force of Change that he ruled over. Rather, it somewhat stubbornly resisting his control over it and worked in strange and unpredictable ways. He then recognized it for what it was--primal magic.

He wondered where that jar had come from. Suddenly it clicked and he remembered Astarte's message. He had heard her clearly enough whilst Vestec had put on that delightful show, though so engrossed had the First Gale been that he had hardly processed what he heard. But now he had a moment to think on it and respond to Astarte. He reached back to her with his mind, [i][color=Gold]"A most splendid and intriguing gift! Its energy acts most unlike those that I command. One day you must fare to my palace and see it in person; when such time comes, I implore that you bring more of this strange substance![/color][/i] The jar before him evaporated into a cloud of strange smoke and then materialized once more somewhere else in his palace; Zephyrion was sure that he would find the time to tamper with that magic at some point. Now, however, he was otherwise occupied.

At last, the voice from within the howling vortex that was Zephyrion roared out the fated words, [b][color=Gold]"WINDS! OBEY MY COMMAND!"[/color][/b] The First Gale inhaled deeply, and in doing so summoned a tide of air and raw divine power that would infuse itself into his form. He inflated and grew larger, the vortex that was his possible speeding up and cackling with newfound power. An intangible appendage burst from the size of the vortex and pointed its airy fingers down below, directing the winds with what appeared to be both haphazard indifference and utter precision at the same time. No longer paying much heed to the actions Jvan and Ilunabar or caring about whether they even stayed by his side, he worked tirelessly. Many years rolled by as nothing to him, so transfixed was he in that work. Catastrophic storms raged below on Galbar's surface during that time, blasting away dirt across the entire world and eroding the stark landscapes into something greater, following in line with the plans of Jvan and Ilunabar for the most part but differing whimsically and arbitrarily whenever Zephyrion felt like adding his own touches.

The Fractal Sea had nearly the entirety of its eastern coastline changed, and its waters receded as Zephyrion gouged out another vast basin in the world and interconnected it, thus creating the Sparking Sea. It was between these two vast bodies of water that a great desert was formed as the waters receded to make salt plains and the endless winds blew away any and all soil. The stony hills weathered to sand and left behind looming, narrow mesas to rise from the ground like a thousand needles, the winds whistling between the stone towers. For now that would be the only music in those lands; he had not yet created the mystical instruments that Jvan and Ilunabar had implored him to make, but he soon would if only by request. 

Further inland were larger plateaus and rolling hills, where one day a great jungle might grow. From those higher grounds water sprung up and flowed down to snake through the parched land in three great rivers, and in a vast valley near the rivers' delta the three came close enough together to hydrate the desert and create a lush river basin. Perhaps it would one day be there that the bricks would be laid down for a great empire; after all, there already existed a solid foundation underfoot.

[hider=Summary]
-Zephyrion grants Ilunabar his blessing to stay in the Celestial Citadel as she asks. He says as much in a somewhat absurdly elaborate, adulating, and subtly flirtatious manner. Go him.
-He witnesses Vestec's little show with shock and some amount of anger at first, but Vowzra intercedes before he does anything. He then later thinks back on it fondly as being a funny and appreciable show.
-He responds to Astarte and stows away the sample of magic somewhere safe for future experimentation or use.
-Astarte was invited to come over to his palace some time.
-Zephyrion then finally gets around to carrying out Jvan's and Ilunabar's plan and does more or less what they suggest. He adds his own touches, though. Like an entire ocean. ***
-He didn't create those giant magical instruments yet, but plans to do so soon.

***I'll have sheets out to describe these new landforms more thoroughly soon, and will try to make a new map of Galbarthis weekend.[/hider]
[hider=Might Usage]
-4 Might to achieve level 3 as he inhaled and got ready to shape part of Galbar.
-Nothing spent for all this erosion and landforms; I spent a FP in advance on the previous post to do it.[/hider]