[center][h1][color=0076a3] The Pantheon [/color][/h1][/center]

"[color=brown]Come now sister. These creatures are just a prototype.[/color]" Malathrack sinks back down into her throne. Her feeling of rage subsiding as her sister reassures her and the other gods that the mortals are contained and unable to see them. Malathrack remains dubious of the entire concept, still holding firm the idea that this will bring about the destruction of the gods. She watches as the gods around both agree and disagree with the idea but the majority would side with new life and thus Malathrack changed allegiances to ensure she was among the successful. Her most passive brother, the Wise-Man steals the scene with his new creations. Malathrack's eyes scan over them trying to take in every detail she can. These four armed creatures appear quite mundane in their appearance. "[b]Naturally they are omnivores, fairly intelligent and capable of individual and higher levels of thought. I was hoping for a suitable mix between brains and brawn.[/b]" The Wise-Man goes on but those words fall on deaf ears near Malathrack's throne. She runs through her mind to look for a weakness that these creations may have and finds few. To Malathrack, mortals are strange and don't abide by the rules of gods. They need to eat and to sleep and all so they can survive in the blink of an eye.

Malathrack sighs, strumming four chords on her harp. Each time she struck a chord, a small white wisp drifted to the centre floor. These wisps gain form as they drift through the air towards the centre of the Pantheon. By the time they reach the mortal containment area they are large oval balls of web that stick themselves to the floor. "[color=8882be]If it's success you wish for in this world then look no further. Made in my image, the Arachine will be my harbingers of success.[/color]" Malathrack's four silk cocoons unfurl like glorious white flowers to reveal the four children she so proudly created. One male, three females. One of the females stands taller than the other two and appears to be breathing heavily as if fearful of her current situation. The others however are calm and all have their hands placed on the largest of the four. "[color=8882be]My children will share this world, and their successes, with all those that choose to coexist. I will make sure of it.[/color]" Malathrack closes two of her eyes and begins to strum the chords of her harp in calm celebration of her newly created life.