[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/Svvasvb.png[/img][/center] [hider=Smuamry] Toun goes to check out the oncoming horde. Sees the djinni shenanigans. Detects Violence. In an effort to make better shtuff, Toun tries to break down the aspects of his creation into components, like he did when designing reality on the codex. This insight expands the bounds of his power in a level up and delves into the portfolio of calligraphy. Toun's first effort in using components in reality results in his new avatars, Majus and Minus. Both are defined by symbolic characters perfectly scribed upon their being. -- Might accounting -- Before: Toun - L3 - 17 MP - 2 FP - 3C/3D -5 MP to level up to 4 -1 MP to create the avatar, Majus (Calligraphy 1/3) -2 MP to create the avatar, Minus (Calligraphy 3/3) -3 MP to incorporate (Calligraphy) portfolio After: Toun - L4 - 6 MP - 2 FP - 3C/3D [/hider] Enough time in the empty solace of Cornerstone tends to dull the edge to any emotions. Toun may have been a god scorned, but even he could not keep his mind away from his previous thoughts for long. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"I will make this world better without Niciel as an obstacle, just as it shall be without Vestec,"[/color][/b] Toun mumbled to himself. He stepped to turn himself west and squinted at the wall on the horizon. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"It is time to see exactly what manner of tide Vestec has decided to wash against this place."[/color][/b] In one impossibly elongated step, Toun flew around the western side of the white ocean until the bodies of corrupted angels and hain came into his purview. His eye narrowed immediately. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"Brushed against Zephyrion's living clouds, and in such small numbers as well. What manner of horde is this?"[/color][/b] Toun angled his head, [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"And what is this power that resides within?"[/color][/b] Closer analysis shot into Toun's mind like a spiked mace. There was no other name for it, [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"Violence."[/color][/b] Toun shot back to Cornerstone with changed plans. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"So he wishes to bring his power directly to bear?"[/color][/b] he hissed. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"He sought such a brutish method after my defences were tested? We shall see, brother."[/color][/b] Toun willed the central, circular tile of Cornerstone to lift into the air and begin spinning like a potter's wheel. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"We shall see."[/color][/b] The first shape that took form on the wheel was the same as usual; an amorphous white lump of clay that barely had any more meaning than its own potential. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"Refinement is required. The mistakes of the past shall not be made here."[/color][/b] The lump at first took the shape of a white giant. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"The substitute pieces of a soul are too inflexible and cannot reproduce to replenish their lost numbers."[/color][/b] The shape then warped into a hain. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"Slough's influence is too chaotic for this purpose as well, but its potential is required."[/color][/b] The lump became amorphous again. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"Writing only what was needed upon the codex of creation required much...refinement. That is needed here. The power of those words is needed here."[/color][/b] Recalling the scratchings upon that most ancient surface, Toun's forefinger began to bead with red. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"To combat the power of a god, the power of a god is required. I write upon this creation the essence of myself."[/color][/b] In a single, long, flowing, and utterly perfect stroke of his finger, Toun inscribed a single character in red upon the shape. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/0n4yBaK.png[/img][/center] The sheer transfer of power caused the tiles around Toun to thrum. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"To overcome this Violence, a single sibling you shall have."[/color][/b] Toun willed another shape out of the spinning wheel and inscribed the same character. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"But you shall not be equals in all categories."[/color][/b] The first character was just a basis. A vessel for Toun to grant his power. Painstakingly, he wrote upon the shapes in various manners characters that described their nature, piece by perfect piece. Every symbol held its power through its exact representation of its concepts. Only the steady hand of Toun, who had written similarly on the design of creation itself, could put them to the physical world without a single mistake. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"One of you shall be the first to strike and strike the hardest. Your power shall be on the apparent, seen from widely around. You shall hold power over the greater, with my blessing."[/color][/b] One lump was given more stoic and angular characters. As more was written, it took the shape of a tall, muscular humanoid with Toun's emblem upon its chest. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"You are Majus,"[/color][/b] Toun incanted. The final characters scrawled upon Majus' essence had his form refined into a sturdy knight in plates of white porcelain armour. Where there would have been chinks for purposes other than movement, there were instead flush surfaces. Even the joints seemed to shift to accommodate flexibility without exposing anything underneath. In Majus' gauntleted hands was a long, hefty looking, white pole hammer, tipped with a curved spike on the opposite direction to the hammer's strike. Majus knelt before Toun with such blundering weight that it was a wonder that the tiles below did not crack. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"The other shall be the one to control and outlast. Your power shall be on the subtle, unseen such that its influence is great. You shall hold power over the lesser, with my blessing."[/color][/b] The remaining lump upon the spinning wheel was given dizzying and flowing symbols that never seemed to begin or end. It took form with Toun's emblem upon its chest as well, but it was distinctly shorter than its counterpart. Indeed, its physique was lithe and malleable. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"You are Minus,"[/color][/b] Toun incanted. Where Majus was an imposing figure clearly made to garner attention to its lumbering form, Minus may as well have been a shadow. The form had a hunch to it as if hiding. A pristine white cape billowed from its shoulders and a much lighter and thinner form of Majus' armour served as its skin. From each hand, there hung forth white chains that ended in flanged balls. From how the chains were wrapped around Minus' arms, it was unclear exactly how long they were, but they were barbed to twist and trap any that were caught in their path. Minus knelt down with the grace of a dandelion seed. The only disturbance upon the world around it was the clinking of the chains as they crumpled upon the floor. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"My servants. You have demonstrated that strength may not necessarily be created with weakness."[/color][/b] Toun gestured out to the west. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"Go forth and turn the impending Violence away so that we may make this world perfect."[/color][/b] Without a worded response, Majus and Minus leapt in the direction of the west with their mission well in hand. Toun knew that delivering orders to creatures he held such intimate control over was a formality if anything. An inkling flash of flesh in his mind's eye gave a hint of an answer. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"I shall make this world perfect,"[/color][/b] Toun's mumbling was to himself, hushed and seething. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"There is no other that will."[/color][/b]