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[colour=ec008c][i]The Muse. Weaver of Dreams.[/i]

Might: 13
Free Point: 3[/colour]


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-Ilunabar creates another imaginary friend, Piena, Diva of Aesthetic. (-4 might /9)
-Notte, Meimu, Piena and Ilunabar meet up at Vec's tall mountain and start to scheme.
-Ilunabar starts to play a song that causes all of Galbar to become trippy
-Levels up to level 4 (-5 might /4)
-The garden Jvan made turns into an island (-1 might)
-The pass made in the ironhearts by Toun become a swamp (-1 Might/2)
-She creates Marionettes (-1)
-Piena bless Furls (Now called Quara Korala) (-1)
-Ilunabar goes absolute madwoman mode, spends one might for 4FP and goes into -1
-During the song (phantasmagoria) Ilunabar plants the seed of the following advancements (7FP):
-Paid: Trade, Flour/Bread Making, Pottery, Leather Drying/Tanning, Trapping, Herbalism, Eloquence*
-* Eloquence is technically free for my domain, but I spend a point anyway because of how effective it is
-Within Domain/No points: Poisoning (Story, echo of Herbalism), Fruit Lore (Echo of Herbalism), Sewing (beauty), Binding & Weaving (Beauty), Wood Carving (Beauty), Winemaking (Beauty, echo of Herbalism), Bead making (Beauty) and Petroglyphs/Painting (beauty)
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If she decided to stay forever idle the universe would still exist and its dance would continue. Hain would struggle, humans would scheme, angels sleep under the comforting fog of ignorance, pronobii would still wait, urtelem would still look from their mountains with curious eyes, rovaick would continue to look from their mountains with hungry eyes, Vestec would still giggle, Logos would still frown, Toun would still rage, Vowzra would still obey...

[color=ec008c]"But any being that refuses to act becomes ephemeral"[/color] therefore the Lord of Time's humbleness was not what was fated, at least in Ilunabar's philosophy, how could one ignore their own potential? If she was a being, it meant that Fate was meant to be dammed and altered, otherwise, what would be her purpose? 

[color=ec008c]"It is typical of guardians to not understand what they defend"[/color] how else could his words be explained? But Vowzra was merely an afterthought, Ilunabar's true issue was with The Bard, he was like an incessant buzz in her mind, he was uncanny in his existence yet inspired safeness in her heart, she felt nostalgic when remembering his face, yet she also felt repulsed, the same repulse a growing child has for the things that once marked their childhood.

[color=ec008c]"Ah! So many mysteries fog my mind." [/color]yet she stood up, quickly summoning the Dreamweaver in her hands [color=ec008c]"But one cannot stop at the middle of a road, or else they will be run over by those who continued"[/color] She knew not what was fated, but she assured herself Vowzra's words were wrong, ambition, aspiration, they were the path, yes they would bring conflict. [color=ec008c]"But conflict is life, the gravity of celestial bodies clash and tear each other apart, animals consume one another in a desperate attempt to live a little longer, civilisations rise and slowly change until they are nothing like those who once stood for their name, and gods..." [/color]

She observed her room in the Celestial Citadel, the amounted plans, the floating schemes and maps, the possibilities. [color=ec008c]"They dam. The flow of time could go anywhere, and it would continue to move onward without gods, we merely set it to the direction we like the most"[/color] she concluded, therefore there was no shame in envisioning different futures, calling it selfish was like calling a shark out for eating fish. Upon steeling her will Ilunabar snapped her finger and the mountains of books, encyclopaedias, sheets and even the doodles on canvas and paper, started to float in the middle of the studio...

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(After Teknall's collab)

[color=7ea7d8]"This place quickly became quite untidy, you'd expect that Zephyrion would not let such dishevelled critters move freely,"[/color] Meimu commented as she arrived on the terrace.

[color=aba000]"A tempo my sister, I find it impossible for this to last for long." [/color]Answered Notte.

[color=7ea7d8]"I realise that, even so, things have been messy all over the place, I wonder how our lady master will deal with all this"[/color] she sighed and continued walking through the corridors until they reached Ilunabar's quarters. The muse was standing on the balcony from which one could see most of this side of Galbar, on the current location of the Celestial Citadel the view of Toun's ocean was quite prominent. 

She turned her face to the Divas and smiled. [color=ec008c]"Ah, you two are finally here, now my latest project can commence."[/color] and that was all that she said, Meimu and Notte kept waiting for some scroll or paper to be delivered to then but Ilunabar just went back to sipping some tea. 

[color=aba000]"Uhm, there is a little lacuna my lady"[/color] Notte informed, [color=aba000]"We have no orders, in fact, the typical pile of schemes and notes in your studio is even gone..."[/color] Her voice was silenced by the echoing sound of a footstep behind her.

[color=f49ac2]"Oh right, I forgot to present you to your new colleague. Notte, Meimu, meet Piena, Diva of Aesthetic"[/color]

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[color=Gray]"I look forward to leading our work from here onward, sisters,"[/color] said Piena while slightly bowing. The word lead struck the other two like a [s]lead bullet[/s] burning arrow. 

[color=7ea7d8]"Lead?"[/color] Meimu asked in a loud voice. [color=7ea7d8]"Lead?"[/color] She repeated, now looking back at the muse.

[color=ec008c]"After talking with Teknall I realised that while you two are lovely, I still needed help with more practical issues..." [/color]The Muse kept the soft smile on her face despite the annoyed looks around her.

[color=aba000]"And you did that by creating some sort of Logos - Allure creature?"[/color] Notte talked, it was what Meimu was thinking too, but she would never be enough of a fool to voice that. Where the other two looked soft and lively Piena was cold and sharp, almost steel-like, and considering what her proposed role was the comparisons with authoritarian beings felt natural. 

[color=Gray]"That is slightly offensive sister, you completely misjudge my modus operandi. Critics who do not create are worthless, there is no value in destruction and the only cultures that need to make a Degenerate Art Exhibition are the doomed ones. I'm not a custodian of the arts, I'm a curator"[/color] despite the combative words the diva's eyes remained calm

Both Notte and Meimu started to move their mouths, yet before they could form words Piena continued [color=Gray]"What a sad existence it would be, to chase after petals and reflections. However that is not my purpose, do you truly believe our benevolent lady master would ever create someone meant to limit your creative freedom? Oh no, no, no! I'm merely meant to guide when [i]necessary[/i], and all I expect from my dear siblings is [i]cooperation[/i]."[/color]

And with that Ilunabar stood up and clapped her hands [color=ec008c]"Well, now that you three got to know each other and are getting along, we can continue with the project. Piena, explain to them what we will be doing"[/color]

[color=Gray]"As you wish my master"[/color] she bowed again and turned back [color=Gray]"Oh worry not sisters, it's simply a fifty-two steps operation that needs to be executed meticulously, such task is well within your [i]expected[/i] abilities"[/color] the empress-like diva smiled. 

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With the Dreamweaver in her hand, Ilunabar stood at one of the many boulders of the stratospheric mountain of Bormahven. Originally she planned to play her song in the Celestial Citadel but that could make the local mortal population [i]"a bit insane"[/i]. 

[color=aba000]"You all saw the marching happening down there right? Could that be a problem for our plans?"[/color] Notte asked.

[color=ec008c]"Well, it can be a nuisance, just like my song will be a nuisance to Vestec, but as a whole, I think nothing will change."[/color] Ilunabar smirked, [color=ec008c]"Though I have to say, I do wish the best of luck to both sides on their efforts of killing each other."[/color]

Meimu was impressed that Ilunabar voiced her distaste for certain gods, and she felt confused, not knowing if it was a good or bad thing. [color=7ea7d8]"Perhaps it's just the White Ocean"[/color] of the things that bothered The Muse that was the only one she knew.

[color=Gray]"Meimu, attention."[/color] Piena pulled her out of the brooding, as Ilunabar was ready to start playing the song and they had no time to lose. All the Divas looked forward, to the horizons they would shape, one held her hands tightly together against her chest, as if she was trying to channel willpower for the quest that was about to start, one had a hand on her hip and an unconcerned look that did not reflect the mess that Jvan and Allure had caused in her mind, finally, one had her hands on the back and looked forward with piercing eyes, she knew this was merely the beginning.

Then Ilunabar played the first note of her song, and darkness took over the skies of Galbar, in immediate reaction, the Auroras on South and North snaked upwards until they found each other around the Bormahven. Soon a swirl of colours was formed, not unlike the one in Raka, and it started to slowly spread across the previously black skies of Galbar. Odd [url=http://i.imgur.com/ory9Bzf.jpg]celestial views[/url] were formed by the colours, the seas [url=http://i.imgur.com/7AABHHq.jpg]sparkled like a starry sky[/url] and phantasm like illusions appeared and disappeared in the [url=http://i.imgur.com/3snOJon.png]kaleidoscopic maelstrom[/url] that took over what was once familiar and colourless.

This would be known as the night of phantoms, [color=92278f][b]Phantasmagoria[/b][/color].

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[b]The Pass and Shalanoir Forest.[/b]

The region of The Pass was created thanks to the exaggerated showcase of might by the god Toun and its crash against half of the world. While most of the plateaus and valleys were simply wiped out or submerged in water, the Ironheart Ranges proved to be harder to subdue, and the power merely caused a small bit of it to crack and collapse.

This created The Pass, the link between the white sea and the sparkling sea. At first, the place was a mess of collapsed rock and troubled waters, later, as the sea currents of Toun's sea started to bring a lot of the biomass destroyed in his tantrum, the decomposed remains of half a world started to get stuck in the many rocks between the two seas and right before even the mortal eye a [url=http://i.imgur.com/01NlcOq.jpg]fertile land[/url] was born. 

The tectonic failures under the bits of what was once a bit of Teknall's range created a myriad of geysers and hot springs that when in contact with the cold sea on both sides gave birth to large clouds of fog. This, along with the fertility created the best scenario for large plant life to be born, and it did so magnificently with [url=http://i.imgur.com/figdD7X.jpg]vivid forests, swamps and mangroves.[/url] 

Ilunabar's push was merely a refinement that brought more flowers and sculpted remarkable landscapes across this gorgeous land: Shalanoir Forest, thanks to her latest invention The Muse felt like these names will be only used by a few, but even so, she looked forward to seeing how mortals will interact with this living jewel.

Three distinct regions were formed, and as the region stabilised their features became clear.

[url=http://i.imgur.com/Yokx59E.jpg]The shores to the East are rocky[/url] and still reek of Toun's misdoing, large vein-like caves were born further inland, and the forest life managed to grow far higher in the maimed mountain side than on the west. It's a rigid land full of [url=http://i.imgur.com/bhgSPel.jpg]outcrops [/url]and odd formations as well as many hills and mangrove forests.

In the middle is The Pass, this is where the [url=http://i.imgur.com/8JTFtSO.jpg]jungle[/url] is at its thickest with the sky being fully hidden by the treetops. While there is an abundance of rivers, [url=http://i.imgur.com/Xe6TBic.jpg]the many rocks and trees[/url] as well as the chaotic nature of water in the region makes the crossing from one side to another hard, the exception being [url=http://i.imgur.com/7X5usyn.jpg]a river that only forms at summer nights[/url] with its path lit by a luminescent plant similar to reed. This river probably will end up getting called Starcross or other variants with the same idea, the nightly nature and the star-like reed are very memorable even for a god.

The west is where the land finally settles down, which brings gentler shores but sharper peaks. While the East has clear entrances for the ocean water, the passage to the Sparkling Sea is erratic at best, creating floodplains, especially in the south, this is a prime place for civilisation, as not only the lands are fertile, but the access to the sea will create many trading opportunities.

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[b]Julia Island[/b]

In the dark luminescence of the odd evening that bathed the world, a certain bit of the Fractal Coast started to shake and shine on a noticeably odd way. The garden that was gifted to Ilunabar by her sister Jvan started to slowly move deeper into the ocean, and when it reached a middle point, the land rose from the bottom of the sea and the garden expanded, all that in a perfectly gentle movement that gave the creatures living in the gifted land the time to avoid any harm.

An odd Island formed in the Fractal Sea, a mix of Jvan and Ilunabar's design. [url=http://i.imgur.com/bqXgQbN.jpg]The patterns of the mountains formed spirals and ultimately surrounded the whole place with sharp rocks[/url]. This was a land of [url=http://img14.deviantart.net/4680/i/2015/156/7/8/the_dark_yingge_forest_by_ivany86-d8w5lts.png]odd mushrooms and fibers[/url] but at times [url=http://i.imgur.com/uZHpl6w.jpg]gentle (or apparently gentle) forests[/url] too, where the vertebrate life that ruled most of Galbar was shy if compared to the many [url=http://orig13.deviantart.net/108f/f/2011/031/c/9/c9068cbe504ec2430338d24e08a050d3-d38i717.jpg]outlandish species that lived here[/url], in fact, even for Jvan's creatures this was an odd land, even a continental Fiberling would have an uncanny feeling when seeing the Fiberlings from here, whose hairs were dyed in the odd Beyond Colors. 

However, the Island was merely a stepping stone of a much larger project that Ilunabar and her divas had.

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[b]Marionettes [/b]

The sands of time were a treacherous thing, what didn't adapt to its shifting sands ended up buried and forgotten. For a goddess like Ilunabar it felt just like yesterday that Ashlings and White Giants were the majority of the planet, yet their time, at least in her view, was coming to an end. The giants were a less common sight now, and Ashlings were slowly replaced by the corrupted beings of Vestec's army, though still on less danger than their porcelain ancestors their availability was thinning out. This caused Ilunabar's plan that started with Notte to slowly die out, at least for a while.

Luckily, a new design for servants was crafted right as the old idea was buried under the sands, a bit inspired by the Urtelen but taken to a much more natural end... well, as natural as using the forces of the Gap can go. Fiberlings always fascinated Ilunabar, the problem is that they were a bit problematic to weave into textiles, always complaining and shrieking, which could be sometimes fun and inspired some silly ideas in her mind, but all the time was just annoying. It was just when observing how her sister used the little things that Ilunabar realised the potential of creation they had.

The Phantasmagoria was not meant to last forever, only a little more than a day at most, so the divas were in a rush. Piena and Notte found some logs, carved some of the wood and made a little makeshift area for work. Meimu captured a few Fiberlings and started to weave some bits of it, then slowly those bits started to be bound to the wooden forms, bit by bit a [url=http://www.public-republic.com/wp-content/kukla.jpg]wooden humanoid form[/url] was created, then Meimu and Piena finished the knots and the Fiberling was released, just to quickly find itself bound to the wooden doll.

It barely moved, at first, simply shaking around uncontrollably on the ground, it would take centuries for the thing to learn for itself how to use its body, and that is one of the reasons why the Phantasmagoria was a thing. In minutes it learned how to stand up and how to move somewhat decently, the design would never be the same as a being of muscles and bone, but that is not why they were born.

[color=Gray]"With the first one made you should be able to handle the next ones by yourself"[/color] said Piena, quickly checking a small book to see their schedule [color=Gray]"I left the design sheets on the work zone, we are going to need a few miners, gardeners and some servants and maids for the Celestial Citadel, if you finish those earlier you are free to make whatever ones you wish."[/color]

Meimu simply sighed, why was it always she the one who had to stay in the outlandish forest to do her work?  Furthermore, Piena, even if not as bad as she thought, still made the Diva of Petals nervous. On one side her steel-like behaviour, both strong and flexible, was a nice break from Notte's deviousness, yet her ever present satisfied smile always made she worried of what ideas could be brewing behind her cold stare. 

The dolls born from Ilunabar's design and Jvan's fiberlings were quite a handy help, the problem being that they needed to be produced with utmost care and a clear objective in mind, as unlike organic beings, their wooden shell would always stay the same and would never adapt to new tasks. There was a short discussion between her and the other divas over whether or not they should give faces to the things, on one side a humanoid without face was always uncanny, one with a face sculpted permanently in wood was also very bad, and the idea of building detachable faces that could be swapped depending on the emotion just added more body horror. [url=http://i.imgur.com/63EGVOL.jpg](Of course, Hain-like dolls were always an option)[/url]

[color=7ea7d8]"But still, they are surprisingly servile"[/color] Meimu commented in a loud voice as the recently built Marionette moved on to carve another shell for another fiberling. And now that she saw it in actions, she could think of some [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/55/de/ef/55deef2c01774ac728194e8103d68310.jpg]designs[/url], in fact, she could even try some [url=http://www.czechmarionettes.com/images/loutky/full/Czech-Marionettes-chihuahua-czech-marionettes-hand-carved-10.ff34.jpg]non-humanoid marionettes[/url]. 

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[b]Quara Korala[/b]

Toun's great deluge struck Galbar in all the wrong ways as half of the world disappeared under its power. All intelligent races living nearby would forever tell the tales of the nightmarish day where a maelstrom of power wiped out their land and the sick symphony that played across the land as countless animals fell to the invading waters and earthquakes.

Piena knew a lot about what had been lost on that lake, Ilunabar started to write encyclopaedias about fauna and flora right before the events took place, and of course, The Muse being The Muse, she often added a tone of epic storytelling behind the simple battle for survival of these animals. The story of the Furls in special had caught her attention, especially because of how intelligent the species was becoming, that is, until 90% of them were destroyed by a certain porcelain deity.

At one point The Muse was seriously thinking about helping their evolution, due to the flood and a shift of focus the idea became secondary until she had completely given up on it. Piena could remember her master's words very well "[color=ec008c]I just do not see a niche for them, we have brutish species, smart species, agile species, hidden species, imperial species. While sentient life still struggles, their variety is already chaotic enough."[/color] 

The Diva of Aesthetic understood the point being made, but it was a far too short sighted vision of the world which overestimated function over the concept. And as much as Piena wanted to brush it over she simply couldn't, the Phantasmagoria was a chance of working with the Furls.

[color=Gray]"Notte, you can handle the early stage of our blessing to mankind and hainkind alone, right?"[/color] she said, not showing any particular concern

[color=aba000]"What? I don't know, I guess so?"[/color] Notte was legitimately impressed that the watchdog had suddenly proposed to do the contrary of her work. 

[color=Gray]"Great, I will see you very soon"[/color] she changed her path and quickly disappeared from her sister's view, leaving the Glass Diva completely clueless about what had just happened.

From high in the sky she observed the Komposoid Furls in their bestial society. [color=Gray]"What could be done for them?"[/color] she pondered. Vestec's army was bound to create free spaces for one to settle, but was that what she really wanted? To make them a species as vulgar as any other struggler?

The furls under her were one of the few animals not spooked by all the phantom colours crossing the sky, on the contrary, they liked to follow the will-o-wisps and to copy some of the colours on their patagium. This made the diva very curious, it seems that membrane that was once useless for these flightless species had found a new use, probably as camouflage initially, but that was clearly a recreative use. 

[color=Gray]"Beautiful and Elegant"[/color] she mused aloud [color=Gray]"And now I shall make you Precious and Noble too"[/color] with that she used the power of the Phantasmagoria to bless the minds and body of the Furls. Language, better composure, social structure, all those things that others would develop one day. She did not know what they would become, but there was one thing she was sure about, [color=Gray]"They are not of the same rough-cut as the other races"[/color] and preserving their natural elegance and refinement would be the one core value they all shared.

Sadly she had not yet the time to check the effects of the blessing upon the creatures, Notte and Meimu would soon need her, but she would be back soon, and she expected these creatures to prove they were a bet worthy it.

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[b]The Premièrenaissance[/b]

Ilunabar kept playing the song, keeping the dreamlight flowing through Galbar was hard, but it was worthy it, right now the Divas were preparing seeds of culture among the many mortalkinds of the planet. It was not merely about moving plants, people and animals, however, the light, despite being mostly just a cover for the girls to act closely to the villages, was also meant to inspire.

Some Things were being thought by dreams and visions, weaving and sewing for example. Others were being born from regional events, like the stubborn huntress who was lured into a cliff by the illusions and would now have to share her knowledge with others.  Overall she expected Galbar to become a more colourful place, especially if Teknall decided to continue her work once her energies were exhausted.

Many of the new ideas would be born in human lands, there was just something about Galbarian Humans that connected them well to Ilunabar's ideas. While they lived in a near arcadia in Arcon, the ones in Galbar lived in a pure struggle: away from their creator god, having to compete with many other sentient races and on top of that, the land where they first landed had been submerged by Toum's tantrum. Yet they were versatile, not only like the fox which tricked its way to catch the prey that even the mighty wolf could not catch, but also like the idealistic version of the Eagle's late life, the Phoenix, whose flames raised from the dead ashes. 

Humans, despite their weak body, were able to rebuild quite fast once they had lost everything. Humans, despite their habit of infighting, were able to reform their society at a quick speed. The same ambition that drove them mad also inspired their curiosity. They were a silly sort, the kind of being that would explore the depths of a cave for even the faintest promise of reward. It was upon gazing at this that Ilunabar realized what the Galbarian Mankind would develop that Logos's branch would never be allowed to: Their greed that reached far beyond the horizon, their pride of having ephemeral possessions, their envy of everything over and under what they can reach, their wrath over what could easily be forgotten, their gluttony that made them dive into the now and forget the future, their lust for what could not be seen and even their sloth which created the most complex plans to avoid even the most simple tasks.

Eloquence was not something Ilunabar planned to give to any mortal until they formed the first cities and stabilised their life. But she changed her heart with the latest developments, she wanted to see how Human's obsession with ambition would react with the power of silvery words. Of course, she would not limit the gift to one species, some Hain were also big pots of potential, even so, she knew which species would use it the most.

In the end, Ilunabar's nickname for humans all the way back when they were unknown to her, Radical Dreamers, was more fitting than she predicted...

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[b]The closing of Phantasmagoria[/b]

The abnormal and colourful layers up in the atmosphere finally started to dissipate and the moons, the sun and the blue sky could be seen again. For twenty hours the sea glimmered like the starry night, phantom light bathed the lands creating illusions, songs and voiced echoed through the land and mind and mortals didn't know if they were dreaming or living. In that the time the divas had set up all the seeds of the cultural boom that the Phantasmagoria was bound to bring. 

Some knowledge was spread through the folds of light and dreams that crossed the sky, weaving and cloth making, which would slowly become the standard of all civilisation, and pottery, which was made possible thanks to the spread of controlled fire. Those basics should help all mortals to deal better with the harsh nature of Galbar.

Other developments would have to wait, Ilunabar did not even know if they would unfold like she planned. [color=ec008c]"I'm happy that now we are out of the action and into the observation stage" [/color]she commented, completely exhausted.

[color=aba000]"I know right?"[/color] Answered Notte, who was also very tired after spending most of the Phantasmagoria in multiple bodies that were always rushing to do something. "I swear, I would go mad if I had to spend one more hour whispering things to hummies" 

"[color=7ea7d8]Thankfully the Marionettes are useful"[/color] Meimu not only had to spend a lot of time building the dolls but later she also had to join Notte and help her to move plants and animals. [color=8493ca]"Thanks, dear,"[/color] she said to the Marionette who brought the Diva some tea.

Piena was still in a good condition, doing all the analyses and observations that needed to be done on the post-Phantasmagoria phase of the operation...

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Lust, that was what had moved Susa so far, the lust for new horizons, wanderlust. She was wise, and the chances to act just like that fabled Hain, Stone Chipper, of distant lands were always there, but she always turned them down, she had no interest in sharing, her only compromise was with wandering to the next hill. The simple idea of talking about her traps and leather making to village folk was not entirely repulsive, but her feet would start to itch for new lands in less than a day, there was no time to teach.

Alas, destiny had played odd tricks on her, on the day of phantoms she had walked through lands that were not there, where she saw plains there was actually quite a steep fall waiting for her. She woke up on the next day to the image of some folk taking care of her, immediately she tried but as soon as her leg moved she felt a crushing pain.

"It is broken, you fell quite hard, I'm glad you are alive," said the old woman. "Thankfully that white-haired lass was there to see you getting hurt, she was even a healer"

The huntress looked down to see her broken leg surrounded by odd flax like white stuff, she could also see leaves. "Damn, it were those lights who fooled me!" she was angry, but she was not ungrateful "Where is the white haired girl anyway? I would like to say thanks..." 

"She left" the old lady sighed "I mean, you are lucky, but we didn't want some witch-like lady around, don't worry, you will be fine in a week or two"

That was a moderately short amount of time, but it stabbed Susa's chest, two whole weeks! it was almost an eternity for the vagrant. Needless to say, she was quickly bored, so she dealt with it by talking about the places she visited and the things she hunted to the young. Before she could see she was talking about how she created lures and traps, how she skinned animals, how she knew how to use barks to treat the leather of animals and all sort of survivalist skills.

Turns out that creating new explorers was a bit more exciting than she thought, imagine what a hundred hunters could see! Far more than what she could ever witness. With that, the vagrant woman became [b]Susa the Huntress[/b], word of her wisdom crossed the land, along with it, the fine leather of trapped animals...

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The crowd cheered at the spectacle, on one side a hain dressed oddly, as if to look primitive, on the other one with ropes covering its beak. Every Time the later moved the crowd booed, the former however was met with cheers, finally, the rope creature made a mistake and the other one defeated it. After the scene, both actors stood up, and music and festivities soon followed.

Life was good in [b]Fibeslay[/b], especially after the old chief died and a young charismatic hain took his place. The previous one was a man of pride, he took those legends seriously, he felt truly offended by those who defied him, this one, however? He was once a bard, and he knew very well the power of art, so it was no worry of him to turn the previously cold story of his father-in-law into something vivid that would help to cement Fibeslay's position as the centre of the hain fishing community that formed around hill isle. 

At first, it was merely luck, he had learned how to carve flutes out of wood instead of stone, so it was very easy for him to realise that he could draw stories into the wood and that they would convey those tales for far more time than the song of a bard. This was the spark of the cultural blooming of the whole region.

The wooden boards, statues and masks became an attraction for the little village, something else to offer outside of fish and berries. Then an odd hain, with tattoos on her beak that reflected light like mercury, brought clay jars filled with odd liquids inside, it was such a simple realization, but it had never crossed a hain's mind that the pottery that could be used to hold water could also be used to hold ink from sea snails or plants, and after the odd day of dancing lights the plants and animals that created some sort of coloured secretion had risen noticeably. 

There was a thing only the chief that was once a bard realized however, the fact he gifted so many art pieces to other hain villages was not simple kindness, they carried the story and culture of Fibeslay, every single colourful piece of wood or pottery that entered another village would remind that hain that this region had a lively center, far better than their colourless villages. 

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[b]Vascogne [/b]had noticed his grandchild was a little of a trinket collector. Beads from one village, pottery from another, leather from that one with the stubborn huntress, and all other sorts of products. This brought back memories to him, both the pain of the times of the flood as well as the trick he used to survive.

"Marel, come here," said the old man to the young lass, once she was by his side he asked, "Do you remember the story of how I almost got seven apples out of one apple?"

"Not in a while" she confessed, and back then she didn't care much about what her grandpa had to say, it was only after the loss of her grandmother that she started to value her time with him.

"Ah, see, back when we were fleeing from the flooded lands, I got a free apple from a kind lady, before I could eat it however, a Fisherman, tired of eating only fish, accepted to trade it for two trouts, then came a man with two child and asked me if I was not willing to exchange it for some clothes he made back when he had a village, finally I saw the kind lady again, she was cold, and upon seeing my cloth she offered her full bag of apples for it." he smiled "Well, I denied back then, I gave her the textile, then we talked a lot, and I found something far more precious than any apple, fish or cloth"

Marel gulped, it was always a bit awkward to forget how your grandfather met your grandmother 

"Stop with the face, I'm not talking about this to judge you, I'm saying, you got all this stuff, right? They won't spoil, and you will travel around a lot right? Why don't you try doing the same?"

The granddaughter started to ponder "Do you think I could do the same trick?"

"You just need to have the good words and offer the right thing at the right place. Get the leather in the hot summer and exchange it during the cold winter, for example," Marel's eyes shined, and she immediately excused herself and went to look at all the trinkets she accumulated over the years.

Old man Vascogne smirked, he did not believe his idea would work, he just expected the girl to find herself a husband while exchanging products in villages. 

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Very few Hain could be considered "Fat", [b]Grinder [/b]was one of those. In the borders of the Glith Savannah the typical fruit and berry picking was starting to give place to seed picking thanks to the discovery of fire. Grinder, in particular, made a big advancement when he discovered that grinding (thus his name) those seeds would create a white dust that was far more edible than the raw grain, especially if made into a paste. 

After the Phantasmagoria and the advancements in pottery, a sudden insight formed in Grinder's mind, he used the clay to make an oven and after adding some of his own spit, he placed the past over a fire. Surprisingly, it became even more edible, turning into a flat bread.

The Grinder did something very odd, he was a supporter of the chippers (he also considered himself a chipper) but the whole working and traveling thing was not exactly his favoured activity, back when he discovered how to grind seeds, he did not tell anyone how to do it, everyone had to give him the seeds that would be turned into flour, and while he asked no payment, he always stole a third of the flour for himself. Bread Making, however, was just too much of an opportunity, and he was going to milk it for all its worth.

First, he offered it for free, like the flour, and the Hain quickly started to prefer the tasty and durable bread to any other food, that is when Grinder struck, one day he started to ask for things in exchange for the bread, usually the Hain would simply try to hunt for fruits again, but he did it in the middle of winter. Some risked their lives for food in the snowy wilderness, other simply accepted Grinder's demands, these "owned favours" became usable when spring came, he asked for a lot of fruit, far more than a piece of flat bread should be worth, yet the villages who refused to pay were assaulted by other Hain who had debts with Grinder. This cycle continued until Grinder had a mountain of food of his own and everyone else was depending on him to survive.

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Manog was tending the purple vine-berry tree like he did every day, he always used to eat the fruit, but after an odd dream during the Phantasmagoria, he learned that it was far better to make juice out of it and that the juice could become even better if one would let it age a bit inside a wooden cask. 

At first, he shared the odd "juice" with friends and family, but he quickly noticed that when someone drank too much they became odd, after that he promised to never give the special juice to anyone again. 

As he was finishing to harvest this side of the forest he noticed a pretty girl walking by, chestnut hair, deep blue eyes and an odd leather bag thing on her back. "Hail!" she said with a voice that would make even The Muse jealous "I bring some wares for trading" the man tilted his head confused "Exchanging stuff, for example, I have leather, or furs, or tools and you give me something for them" she answered.

Manog did not know what the hell it was, but anything that made she stay longer would be good. She stopped by his tent and opened her bag to reveal a bunch of oddities and utilities. They were nice, maybe he could trade something, but would that mean the pretty girl would go away?

"Uh, hey, these fruits, they are not only sweet, they make a nice juice. Uh, you know juice right? It's like liquid fruit, and you put it in the clay jar..."

The girl laughed and Manog felt his heart melt "You air head, of course, I know it, I'm the great trader [b]Marel Vascogne[/b], my grandfather once turned a single apple into seven rubies by sheer knowledge" she bragged, yet the boy barely listened "But hey, let's see if your product is good"

He walked with her to the storage tent, and while he was picking one barrel she noticed a somewhat hidden cask with an odd smell "Heya, what is this one? Is it good?" she asked, he quickly tried to hide it

"Oh no no, that is nothing, it's, uh, bad juice" this was his first reaction, on the other side the juice did make his sisters a bit more... free… should he try it... 

"Oh really? Bad Juice? Your blushing face and smirk tells me otherwise" she was thinking if stabbing him with the obsidian knife she had would work, he looked like a wimp, and she hated when people tried to fool her, he just felt really shy once she was so close to him like that.

"Ah sorry, it's just that, the juice is good, but it makes people odd, and when they drink too much, they can't ever get enough of it, they just want more and more..."

Marel's eyes were shining almost as bright as Ull'Yang himself, all her aggressiveness had melted into a very, very, happy smile [color=Orchid]"Can't ever get enough of it you say~?"[/color]

Final Might: -1
Final FP : 0