He watched the island of origin be created, and saw bickering amongst the gods. [i]They will always create the worlds this way. It is time to go abut the world-crafting differently.[/i]

"Spires of the great storm, touch the mountains of Sudrud! Let the great frosts push the land into the deep abyss, and let the forces of the great storm churn the very core of the world until the gods take note of their stupidity! LET YOUR AWAKENING BRING TENDRILS OF VIOLET FLAME!"

As he commanded the chaotic winds from his majestic halls, he looked upon the next of the wasted worlds. This would be nothing more to them than a round of a divine game. Would they never learn that continents would not serve them, that feuds would not appease them, or that the greatest of lands took understanding and willingness for change to take effect?

He retreated to his majestic halls shortly after the outburst, surrounding himself in a thousand curtains of impenetrable and malevolent storms.

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Balance: 8 (7 Roll + 1 Remainder + 1 Bonus)

Actions:
Shape Land, 3, -9: The Land is sunk deep into the oceanic abyss as the surrounding land falls in and a twisting cyclone churns the fragments of rock.
Command Avatar, used to command the Great Storm to char the island surface with lightning strikes at random points.

Balance: 3

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