[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLjAwMDAwMC5SbUY0Y25Wei4w/molleat.regular.png[/img][/center] The wind blew, sounding like a haunted gale in the silence of the long dead ruins of Xerxes. Normally a ruin would be reclaimed by nature and different breeds of life would have settled in to call the abandoned city home, but Xerxes remained silent... lifeless. As if whatever had befallen the city had cursed it in some way that normal creatures simply stayed clear of it. Granted the fact that the heart of the city seemed to have disappeared into what looked like a crater suggested that something big had gone down at some point. At least... the city was mostly abandoned. Sitting alone in one of Xerxes's remaining deserted squares on the still standing outskirts, on an old stone seat that had been worn by the elements but still stood strong sat a humanoid figure wearing a hooded cloak that rustled at the occasional breath of wind that managed to worm its way through the maze of ruined buildings as its owner waited for sunset. Farxus had been bidding his time, simply performing his duties and keeping his head down and out of the conflicts of mortals or divine beings as he built up his power and considered what he was going to do. He had considered simply training himself further and trying to increase his own personal strength in order to be one step closer to being worthy of the mantle of the God of Death, but his visits to the cursed and the damned had made him reconsider what he wanted to do. Ascending to full godhood might have been the end goal, but that was still a long way off and he had so many different people who were suffering now who needed his help and as things stood, he simply couldn't provide it. That needed to change. As the sun finally began its decent below the horizon, Farxus rose to his feet and closed his eyes, grasping his walking staff with both hands as he focused on the power that surged beneath the surface of his skin. As darkness and shadow consumed the streets of Xerxes in the wake of the retreating sun, a strange green glow started to bubble up from the ground; The ghostly green energy gathering into pools and starting to rise up like a magical flood that caused no damage. All around the city, ruins that the demi god of undeath had painstakingly drawn into the ground and buildings channeled the flow of the newly formed ghost rivers, sending the green glow through the streets, into empty buildings and always pouring into sections of the city that hadn't been touched with each and every passing second. Clenching his teeth, Farxus' brow narrowed from concentration as his bony fingers started to turn the staff, grinding the end of it into the ground as he pushed the power that he had been gathering together as far and wide as he could... before at last he could push it no further. Rising the staff off the ground and into the air, Farxus let out a loud cry as he drove his foci back into the ground; For miles around, anyone who so much as glanced at the doomed city of Xerxes would see a soft, green ghostly glow lighting up the night sky like the strange lights only found in the frozen north and south. After a few minutes... it was done. The green glow began to fade away, leaving Farxus standing in the middle of Xerxes while grasping his staff and holding onto it for support to keep standing. However the night wasn't as dark as it should have been; There was a feeling in the air that felt... peaceful. Welcoming. As if Xerxes wasn't an abandoned ruin and was instead actively welcoming someone home after being away for a long time. Farxus couldn't help but smile to himself as he hobbled over to where he had left the stone seat he had been using earlier. Sitting down with a grunt, he leaned back as he looked over his new realm and think about all that he was going to have to do here in the coming days... weeks... months... years even. Xerxes would be abandoned no longer. [hider=Summery] Farxus has claimed the abandoned city of Xerxes for his own, investing a great deal of his power into it to bless the formerly sinned damned city. The City will now call out to the forsaken, the cursed and the damned and encourage them to head towards it, offering them somewhere that they will be welcomed and relief from their respective burdens; The undead would almost be completely alive in Xerxes, the blessing of the city allowing them to feel and enjoy the little things of life (such as eating actual food and breathing) without suffering the pain and torment of their conditions. A vampire in blessed Xerxes will neither thirst for blood or burn in sunlight, those suffering from curses will find it grow dormant inside of the city's limits and those who had been forsaken by others will find a home willing to take them in. Those within miles of the city will have noticed the strange green glow, but the exact cause would be a mystery. [/hider] [hider=Might Spends] 6 Might to level up from 4 to 5. 3 Might to take on the Portfolio of Death (Curses) 8 Might to create the Holy Site of Xerxes. [/hider]