[centre][color=black][b]Vowzra, Level 2 God of Time 
Might: 5
Free Points: 1[/b][/color][/centre]

The desecration of the world had begun. The Timless One watched as his siblings, in wisdom, impatience and a desire to [i]do something[/i], set about moulding the barren planet to their liking. This was the fated planet. This was Galbar. There would be many planets waiting for their destined defilement, but Galbar was the first, and it would always be, in some ways, the dearest of all. Arguis descended, Escre rocketed down and Undasis, as was the way of all attention seekers, attempted to destroy the planet. It was always destined to fail, but it was interesting to watch the struggle, and so very amusing to see the Kraken, after his brazen declaration of death to all who opposed him, find himself opposed and stopped by his own self. Or part of his self. Vowzra was glad for the existence of the Woman of the Waters. She, unlike her imbecilic twin, was a reliable and powerful being. Perhaps he had been a tad harsh in his first judgement, she was one to bring close and strengthen, it would be important that she could keep up with her twin's ever growing power and terrific strength.

They had all begun work, whether they realized it or not, to create a self-sustaining and balanced world. Even Vestec seemed to approve - or at the very least, he did not attempt to disrupt his siblings. The bringer of chaos may have been a destructive being which thrived on disorder and imbalance, but it understood that balance and order needed to exist in order for imbalance and chaos. There could be no darkness without light, no corruption without purity, no chaos without order. Astarte and Ferghus, finding that they had far more important things to be doing than playing with this barren world, simply left. Vowzra knew they would be back with time, it was on Galbar that they would find their fortunes...it was on Galbar that they would all find their fortunes. Though the Reptile seemed to think it belonged up with the stars, Vowzra also knew that its children, once their terrible fury was released upon creation, would not call the stars their home, but Galbar. It was a strange thing indeed, that this single planet - out of the so many billions just like it - would have this charm to it. 

Arguis, in his deep knowledge and wisdom, had salvaged land for the growth of the planet. Perhaps the Knowledgeable One had foreseen the flood and acted to safeguard the future of all land-dwelling creations. The continent was large, but the oceans, when Undasis finally created them, were even greater. The planet was far more blue with water than it was brown with land. Perhaps the Kraken had achieved some of what he desired for now, but it was all as it was Fated to be. The atmosphere was formed, and Escre released Life.

Vowzra had watched with a certain glee as the Great Spirit pierced the earth. It was such a savage and primal act of desecration; only a maddened being, one which had no regard for finesse or aesthetics, would so unwavering tear into the virgin flesh of this emergent planet. Yet, in a rather profane way, it was so terribly right. Had Vowzra not been a god who saw with a vision not his own, he would have missed Escre's vital creation. It had given the planet life. It could be said that Galbar was alive. Its single continent trembled with a life energy just waiting to be exploited, its oceans rose and fell with more vigour than a single moon's gravity could bring about. Though not sentient or in any way aware of being alive, Galbar was indeed alive. Knowing that words would not so effectively convey his meaning, Vowzra decided to do a most strange thing. He decided to send the Great Spirit, a being as foreign to emotion as winter was to summer, a single, concentrated emotion. He sent it an emotion of pleasure. Vowzra's pleasure with it. While by no means as overwhelming as the blast of joy Invictus had injected them with upon their Rise, Vowzra saw a future where the emotion found a resting place in Escre's emotionless spirit...though that was but one future.

It was Sveiand who created the pole. More importantly however, he created the seasons, a most important and necessary component of the growing planet. However, careful as the Cold One was, such a sudden tilt could only have one consequence. Vowzra saw it. From where he hung, up in the heavens beyond the reach of the newly formed atmosphere, it was a silent and rather uninteresting happening. The great swathes of blue fell upon the brown of the lonely continent. It was surprising how far in the blue of the oceans came in before settling down and finally, after a quiet while, beginning to recede. The shape of the continent would not be the same after that, but such was only a small sacrifice in return for the seasons.

Just as his siblings before him, Vowzra descended to the now living, breathing blue planet. He was not interested in setting foot on it yet, he simply orbited it, watching. He passed the large moon a few times as he orbited. It was a desolate, lonely thing, grey and devoid of all life, starkly different from the now very much alive planet it orbited. But there needed to be more life. Vowzra could feel the planet's thirst, its abundant energies waiting for the opportunity to be used. He could also see that the supply of air, of oxygen in particular, was unsustainable. There needed to be a cycle, and there needed to be sustainability. Vowzra was all too happy to oblige. He raised a wooden hand and clenched, as if holding onto some invisible thing. And, from what followed, it appeared that he was indeed holding onto something; for as he pulled, there came an almighty tearing sound and Vowzra faded into mist. 

Down below, as the waves receded from the lonely continent, trees began to grow. There were a great many varieties, some tremendous in size, and others considerably smaller. They were living things, but they were far from being sentient. In fact, they were part of Galbar, they lived in that very same manner as Galbar did, and they fed off that energy which Escre had released upon the planet. Importantly, they also produced oxygen, that magical gaseous [i]thing[/i].

Far above Galbar, a smokey haze appeared and two wooden hands emerged from it. Slowly, they fashioned a small creature, slightly amber in colour and six legged, and with three distinct, more or less oval, body parts. A small orb grew around it, and the orb soon solidified and became a small rock which then went hurtling towards Galbar. The rock descended at high speed, accelerating as it neared the planet. Passing through the atmospheric layer proved to be a spectacular sight to behold as the rock lit up due to the heat and developed a tail of flame. As if guided by some divine power, the fiery comet avoided hitting any trees as it landed, and landed instead in a large clearing, where it created a rather small crater and an explosion of dust and smoke. As the dust settled and the rock rapidly cooled, it split open. Soon enough, the crater was crawling with more ants than could be counted. They all set out into this brave new world, eager to serve their Queen, the one crafted by their Timeless Father's very own hands.

[hider=Might Used]
4 Might used to level up from Level 2 to Level 3
1 Might used to create Trees
Inherent godly powers used to create Ants
0 Might & 1 Free Point remaining[/hider]