[h3]Grotlings appear (after Realta invasion, before Xerxes showdown)[/h3]



Vestec landed in the middle of the Venomweald, next to the Writhe. It looked around, growling and thrashing, a resurrected monstrosity of it's former glory. "Don't worry. I'll get you a nice powerful soul to replace that place holder Astarte put in you. Never fear." Vestec crooned, petting the giant plant. It snapped at him and he dodged, giggling. "But for now, I'm going to create you a lovely little race to protect and keep you alive. And carry on Grot's legacy. I think everyone has forgotten him in all the excitement, but we won't let that happen will we? He'll live on, even if it's only in his descendants."

Reaching into his clothes he pulled out two chunks of dried flesh (one much larger than the other), ripped free years ago. "One for dear old Grot, and one from his parasite that lived inside of him. I meant to do this ages ago, but then Logos and his Realta started burning things, Amartia threw away his potential like a spoilt child, and I got distracted. Don't worry Writhey dear, nothing will stop me now." He put the biggest one on the ground first, and began shaping it. Chaos magic shone around the chunk, molding it as he desired. It grew and shifted to huge size, an identical image to the massive Grot from years past (albeit only a few feet taller than most mortals rather than several hundred). It was still a shell though, life absent from it's body. Vestec examined it for a moment, the clapped his hands together. "Perfect, now to add the second piece."

Holding the second chunk of flesh in his hand, he began to shape it's form as well. It shrunk down to an even smaller size, taking the sizer and shape of a large tarantula. This he put into the body of the first. Looking at it, he giggled in delight. "Perfect! Now to give you life." The creature glowed brightly with Chaos magic a moment, then began to look around and move, exploring it's newfound life and surroundings. "Now, dearest Grotling, to make you friends!" Vestec snapped his fingers, and hundreds of clones (of both males and females) appeared throughout the Venomweald. Vestec flew into the air, going to observe his creations. 

"They're missing something. Something that makes them...them. Hmmmmmmm." Vestec spun in slow circles, muttering to himself. Suddenly, he shot straight up. "I got it!" He was gone in a flash, teleporting to the moons around Galbar. "No. No. No. Useless. No. Damn it where did she...aha!" Stopping at the one designated to Teknall, he looked at all the minerals on and beneath the surface. "Perfect. Juuust perfect." A clap of his hands and a large amount of them were gone, buried beneath and on the Venomweald.

He moved back to the Venomweald, staring at the Grotlings again. "Now too...there we go. That should be the perfect amount to balance things out, more or less." His magic shot into the entire race, such as it was, again, blessing them with powers. Then he left, leaving the Grotings to their own devices.

[hider=Summary]

-Vestec makes the Grotlings.

-He blesses them with powers and such.

-Look there's this big huge CS that I'll send in the OOC with this. It'll explain things much better.[/hider]