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The effort of blessing this... sanctuary for the damned had left Farxus drained and tired, the demi-god weak until he had a chance to recover some of the strength that he had poured into the ruined city. With nothing better to do with his time he decided to explore the barren wastes and ruins that he had claimed for his own. While many might have found the few remaining buildings and the crater that were all that remained of Xerxes as the only remaining points of interest in the area, Farxus felt his attention going... elsewhere. Towards a strangeness in his domain that he couldn't quiet explain to himself and felt the need to see  for himself.

He quickly came upon the anomaly. East of Xerxes proper lie a frozen wetland as barren as the rest of the state. Yet while sterility of Xerxes was a product of conceivable foundation, these wetlands where utterly unnatural and impious in origin. Instead of soil, a layer of ice permeated this frosty tundra, yet sections of it seemed to flow, not like a river, but like molasses. The top ruffled and where it cracked an inky darkness showed through. 
 
Farxus blinked as he looked over the strangely colored, unnatural pools of water and ice that seemed to stagnate in front of him, confused as he inspected it carefully. He could feel some of himself mixed in with the waters, but... the more he peered into its dark depths, the more he felt the lingering presence of another mixed in and altering each other into something now... something that he hadn't foreseen. Taking a deep breath that he didn't need, he knelt down by the side of the pools and lowered his hand into the water to try and gleam some understanding as to its nature.

As his bony hand dipped under the surface of the black water, Farxus closed his eyes as he felt a surge crawl up his arm and into the core of his being; An almost underwhelming desire to go out into the world and track down those who laid down curses and disturbed the dead for their own vile purposes and make them pay for their transgressions!  His tome had already alerted him to such a person who had spent decades perverting the dead in order to create an army... Thulemiz would pay dearly for his crimes against the natural order of things!

Pulling his hand out of the waters, the feeling lingered for a few moments... before weakening and fading away as all emotion did to Farxus sooner or later. He blinked a little as he stared blankly at the waters again, the echo's of plans to deal with Thulemiz remaining in his mind even after the waters... 'blessing' had faded. "Interesting..."


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Farxus discovers a side effect of turning Xerxes into a holy site that he hadn't foreseen. A prior creation of the former Demi-God of Sin, the giant puddles of wrath blood rain that were formed out on the edge of the city of Xerxes lingered on after the  destruction of said city. When Farxus converted the ruins of Xerxes into a holy site, his divine nature mixed in with the divine nature of the wrath blood pools, the two creating something new.

While the pools originally served to create the dagon and infuse those who touch or drink the 'waters' with the essence of wrath itself, Farxus's calming influence as somewhat changed its nature from pure, hot rage to something cold and calculative. The exact effect this would have on the drinker will largely depend on what kind of person they are, but the only reason Farxus is getting away relatively unscathed is partially because of his very nature and partially because the pool is as much his creation as Ama.      
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