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[color=00BFFF][b]Storm's King; The First Gale; The Embodiment of Change
Level 2 God of Change (Air)[/b]
5 Might & 1 Free Point[/color]
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[b]The Great Artisan, Divine Mason, Builder of Civilisations
Level 2 God of Crafting (Masonry)[/b]
5 Might & 2 Free Points

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The steady dripping of dew from the leaves melded with the sound of twigs snapping underfoot in the nascent Deepwood, life's song already being sung. All manner of trees sprouted from the fertile dirt with many an odd creature lurking in the shadows of the canopy. All was serene down below in this part of the forest, until it was violently uprooted and flung into the air by a great tempest that heralded the Storm King's arrival.

Zephyrion eyed this new place, trying to catch a glimpse of nature in all its beauty yet failing as his very presence destroyed the forest. Painfully aware of the destruction that his mere presence was causing, he quickly shifted into the form of a humanoid composed of pure, swirling mist. This was more gentle and peaceful than some howling vortex. He then wandered, seeing the many creatures that sheltered in these woods. It was a strange thing that such baser creations spawned from Slough had already nested made this place their home, and yet Zephyrion--Supreme Being that he was--had no such abode suitable for a deity of his power. In truth, none of the gods had carved out a home for themselves!

Impulsively, Zephyrion felt an urge to build a grand palace for himself that very moment. Nothing short of a palace would reflect his splendor; it would have to be pristine and beautiful beyond belief. But he was no builder...

[color=Gold]"I am sorry, little ones, but I must depart!"[/color] Zephyrion explained to the mindless animals that scurried about in his vision, his words disrupting the forest's tranquility and sending them fleeing into the distance. But that was no matter; before they could bound ten feet the First Gale was gone.


Teknall had been walking for what must have been millenia. He had seen the terrain and features which some of the other gods had sculpted- the Shattered Plains, the Fractal Sea, ice caps, seasons, the Deepwood, Niciel's Valley of Peace. He had seen it all, and marvelled in the creation, but this canvas of a world was still mostly empty, a negative space yearning to be filled. Teknall would need to leave his own mark on this world, so he walked on, searching for the right place to start building.

A forceful wind blew up the bleak sands of the barren flatlands, and as the clouds parted there was a dust devil far too large to have simply formed on nature's volition. The cackling eyes of lightning from within would reveal it as Zephyrion, if the god's divine presence hadn't already alerted Teknall to his presence. [color=Gold][b]"Hello brother! I have come looking for you!"[/b][/color] Zephyrion ecstatically called out.

"Is that so?" Teknall replied, raising his voice to be heard over Zephyrion's howling winds. This moment of communication amidst the years of solitude was welcome to Teknall. "What is it that you want?"

[b][color=gold]"I have a vision,"[/color][/b] the winds cried out as Zephyrion billowed closer. [b][color=Gold]"...of a grand fortress, floating atop a mountain that soars through the sky! It would be the jewel upon the crown of the heavens; it would be a palace fit to be the throne of a god of the winds! The Lord of change himself; he who created this world!"[/color][/b] He allowed some time for the gravity of these words to sink in, then continued on, [color=Gold][b]"But alas, I do not think that I am one for building things. Will you lend me your service, brother?"[/b][/color]

Teknall pondered this offer for a moment, envisioning the grand building within his mind. "A grand palace of stone, metals and gems, aloft on the Winds of Change. A testament to the creative power of the gods," Teknall said, "I accept your offer. I shall build a grand palace indeed. Show me where you want it."

Admittedly, Zephyrion was perturbed by that question. [i]Where did he want it?[/i] He thought on this for several moments, then arbitarily and spontaneously commanded a lightning bolt to strike some ways in the distance as a marker. [b][color=gold]"There! It matters little where you put the palace; once it's done I'll just carry it wherever I like. Why would I keep it in one place?"[/color][/b]

Teknall chuckled a little. Of course Zephyrion wouldn't care. Looking over to where Zephyrion had pointed, Teknall walked over to the location and studied the ground. If Zephyrion was going to be picking it up and throwing it around, then the castle would need to be built on sturdy foundations. From the pocket in his leather apron, he removed a pickaxe and swung it at the ground. Construction had begun.


After some time, how long did not matter on this primordial planet, Teknall's work had been completed. It was a grand palace indeed, one which would be a spectacular sight for all to see. It was made of a polished white stone, dazzling brilliantly in the sunlight. Spires, pillars and bridges adorned the palace, and most of the palace rooms were pagodas and other open spaces, as considerations to the nature of the god who commissioned the work. Decorating the palace were precious stones, some larger than any miner could have possibly expected to find, and its walls were accentuated by engravings and lines of gold, silver, platinum and orichalcum. This citadel was a masterpiece of Teknall's, both in its beauty and its engineering, and it held the essence of Teknall in its stone walls just as Zephyrion's essence would be reflected in the magic which would carry it through the sky.

Zephyrion watched in silent awe as the Divine Mason worked, until the construction began to draw to an end. The Skylord added the final touch: cresting the highest spire of that grand citadel was a massive gemstone, distilled from the laughing winds and crisp breezes that Zephyrion's body gave off. Its skyblue luster was a sight that made the gleaming waters of the oceans look like putrid sludge, their radiance like a firefly held next the sun. Stored within that gem Zephyrion poured his Divine Might, every last ounce of power that he had under the prismatic gem shone even brighter with power and the air throbbed with energy. By its magic, the very ground began to crack. The gem's magic brought the very foundations of the palace into the air, and by Zephyrion's will every cloud within a thousand leagues flew to rest beneath the Celestial Citadel and bear its crushing weight. Blown by a thousand zephyrs, those clouds carried it like a prince's litter. Brought to soar until it rested the cradle of the heavens, Galbar below was just another sparkling gemstone.

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[hider=Summary]
-Zephyrion descended to the surface to observe the wildlife within the Deepwood.
-Inspired by the nesting animals, he suddenly desires a grand dwelling of his own.
-He finds Teknall, who had been wandering mostly aimlessly over Galbar.
-Together the two build the Celestial City, a joint Holy site.
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[hider=Zephyrion's Might Summary]
-5 Might Points expended on the Celestial Citadel, a Holy Site.
-0 Might Points and 1 Free Point remain.
-Might generation is now 7.5/turn
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[hider=Teknall's Might Summary]
- 5 Might Points expended on the Celestial Citadel, a Holy Site.
- 0 Might Points and 2 Free Points remain.
- Might generation is now 7.5/turn
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