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There was no immediate answer from [b]Niciel[/b], but Toun had no doubt that his presence in this place would cause no harm. He wandered slowly for a short while, taking in the tranquillity. [b]Niciel[/b] truly knew how to evoke peace, even in a rough creation such as this. Soon enough, Toun found a rock to sit upon and leaned his cheek onto his fist. If this place was so peaceful, then why was he still so distressed inside? He peered within himself to try and solve his problem, closing his eye and breathing.

All he had to do was to relax and embrace whatever thoughts came. It seemed so easy, but an unspoken tension warned him. He thought back to the void and his vision; a paradise devoid of all chaos. It was pristine, clean, untarnished, and...perfect. All except for a single crack, barely a hair wide. For some reason, this unassuming crack focussed all of Toun's attention. It was not just some obsessive compulsion - no, there was more. Toun stared deeper into this little flaw, bringing his mind's eye closer. There was something [i]inside[/i] this blemish. A little...writhing...creeping...thing...

Toun's eye shot open before his thoughts could play out the scene any further. He knew exactly what it was. Through that tiniest chink in the armour of perfection, all suffering could flood through. It may have needed time, but it was there. A chaotic force, an uncontrollable storm, unspeakable abominations of life and flesh, a deepest darkness, it didn't matter. It was suffering. The only way to stop it was to sure up every crack, rebuild the broken, redesign them, make sure that there is no weakness in anything. Again, the words of fate echoed in Toun's mind: [i]Make this world better.[/i]

[i][color=PaleGoldenrod]It is not good enough...[/color][/i]

There was a distraction then. Nothing nearby, but a rumbling sound. The ground trembled momentarily in a mighty earthquake on another corner of the planet. As if the clouds above were disturbed, a patter of rain began to sound softly around Toun. No doubt the surface of this planet was continuing to be displaced and shaped by the other gods. Toun gave it no heed until the rain pooled at his feet in a reflective puddle. Seeing his own face was unlikely a deliberate insult by Zephyrion, but Toun was unimpressed all the same. His eye stared up at him accusingly. He stood up from his seat and looked ahead to ignore it.

[i][color=PaleGoldenrod]If I am to make this world better, I must protect it in the meantime. If only on the planet that I may start with.[/color][/i]

With at least one path of planning to go down, Toun decided that he would shelter himself from the cruel reflections of the water. He slowly raised his arms and willed a creation into existence. Nothing complex, nothing evolving, just a shelter. It started as eight, flexing and writhing white points poking out from the bare ground as the corners of an octagon. At their greatest length apart, they were only five metres. As their points slowly grew out up towards the sky, branches curled out at right angles to the points, growing at the same rate. These branches found their neighbouring rods and fused to form a frame. As the points ascended to about six metres in height, they curled towards the centre of the octagon like bones. More branches pushed out at right angles, but wove tightly together as they grew. Below, the space enclosed by the octagon was being woven with more symmetrical branches until it had built a floor, and then flattened and fused to be smooth and flush. The growing structure only stopped when it resembled a porcelain gazebo. In terms of decoration, it was unremarkable. As a solid, level piece of porcelain, it was flawless. Toun only wanted shelter from the rain so he could work, but he didn't do things by halves.

When Toun stepped into his gazebo, scuffing his feet on the dry, glossy clay, he willed perfect white potter's wheel to exist in the very centre. It pushed out from under the floor and took shape at navel-height to Toun's form. It had no mechanism for spinning apart from Toun's will, but he got to work immediately:

[i][color=PaleGoldenrod]The protection need only be temporary, but only once the most it can hold is held...[/color][/i] His thoughts reflected his shaping hands as a lump of white clay rose out of the wheel.

[i][color=PaleGoldenrod]None of Slough's creations need fear it. They are not a threat I am concerned with here. It shall be built to fight greater enemies.[/color][/i] The clay lump began to hover off the spinning wheel and sprouted six large limbs. These limbs ended in large, strong hands.

[i][color=PaleGoldenrod]Strong. Protected. They will hunt the abominations wherever they can be found.[/color][/i] The lump sprouted one long, flexible limb that formed a head and neck. Untold complicated mechanisms of flesh began to take shape within.

[i][color=PaleGoldenrod]This one purpose does not require a soul. Pieces may be...substituted.[/color][/i] Toun's fingers curled carefully into the lump and seeped red ink into the clay. The clay sucked up the substance greedily as it formed its inner workings and imperatives.

[i][color=PaleGoldenrod]You shall not have the same weaknesses of nature. I know how this world can be exploited...how to drink raw sustenance from the divots in reality where magic falls to gather.[/color][/i] There seemed to be a glow from within the folds of the lump as a specialised magical siphon was constructed to sustain Toun's creation. This siphon was an unstable machine of flesh and metal, but well protected with the porcelain plated hide of the torso.

[i][color=PaleGoldenrod]You are a brutish bandage over a wider problem. You will serve your purpose. In the paradise to come, you shall be recollected. You are number zero.[/color][/i] As the last of the required red ink was sucked into the lump of clay, Toun's fingers carefully extended to points to hold it.

The spinning of Toun's wheel stopped. With careful steps, Toun exited the gazebo and placed the lump of clay onto the mud. As Toun stepped back, the creature grew and grew until it was larger enough to demolish the gazebo itself. [i][color=PaleGoldenrod]"You are the first of the white giants. Long may you protect this world."[/color][/i] Toun announced.

All of its six mighty fists held its large armoured body aloft. The strength in its form was enough to crush any natural creature alive to date. Its white, glossy carapace was too smooth for the purchase of claws and teeth and too thick for the pummelling of anything smaller than it. Its lack of eyes only belied a sense for life forces themselves, denying escape to the stealthy. This was a guard against the veil, a machine of the bastion order. It would not halt in its duties until destroyed, as guaranteed by Toun's tapping into the arcane secrets of the world. This one would care for the peaceful valley around Toun, but there were many more places to protect.

However, despite its brutish appearance, the first white giant simply craned its neck around curiously like an gentle animal. Soft clicking sounded from its head as it inspected the physical shape of things around it by echo. It would not hurt the natives of this planet. It may even help them. Just as inscribed by Toun himself, the creature began its slow patrol. The prerogative of protecting this planet Galbar from whatever might overtake it from the outside was carved eternal in its being.

This time, Toun gathered his power. From one example he could make countless perfect replicas. And replicate them he did. For as long as it took, he transported himself to every walkable space on the planet Galbar and constructed a new white giant for its protection. His work went ever onwards until no less than two billion white giants each walked their own space of the earth. No demonic manifestation or eldritch horror would flood onto this planet without a challenge yet.

When Toun's work was finally complete, he felt as though a distraction in his mind had at least been dealt with. He returned to his gazebo in the peaceful valley that Niciel created and sat on his wheel to brood. There would be great work to be done soon, now with the security of mind that nothing short of all the gods would surprise his efforts. Still, his current work was not good enough. [b][color=PaleGoldenrod]"This is only the beginning."[/color][/b]

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Toun thinks about what he wants to do next. After meditating, his goals become clearer.

Toun builds a gazebo so he doesn't have to look in any reflective puddles in the rain. Also for an area to make things.

In order to protect the planet from destructive abominations before he can get a handle on it, Toun creates the white giants and distributes them.

[i]Might Accounting[/i]
Before: 5 MP, 2 FP, lvl 2

-1 MP to build two billion white giants (Domain and portfolio feeds into this, but this is at a mighty scale)
-4 MP to level up to 3 by flexing creation-muscles

After: 0 MP, 2 FP, lvl 3
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