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[hider=The Lord of Rot has come][center]
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Through the door drifted a strange, rounded form. The new arrival was draped in sheets of gray filth that brushed the sand as it glided into the new world and did little to cover its criss-crossing frame. Droplets of a black slime fell to the sand in its wake and before it came an abominable stench but it seemed to be unaware of this or simply unconcerned. From the mass of branches and muck drifting above the sand sprouted something vaguely in the shape of a rounded, faceless head beneath a hood of grayish muck. 

The head turned slowly to the left, than the right as the being inspected its new surroundings with innocent curiosity. How exciting to find itself in a new world! A sound reached the new arrival, a spoken name. It thought that sounded nice and it too desired to have something to call itself. There was a moment of consideration before a soft breeze drifted from the dark of its hood and gently proclaimed its name.
[color=598527]"Pelegath"[/color]
Had he a face, there would be a smile upon it. He had a name and a new world in which to... a new world to... What would he do? He heard a call, then.

[color=blanchedalmond]“I am Aella, let’s create and nurture, Brothers and Sisters.”[/color]

[color=598527]"A blank world invites us to create,"[/color] the Putrid One agreed

He knew if there was to be life in this new world, it would eventually wither and die. Even when living things are no longer among the living, they need to be cared for. The vessels left behind by death would need to be disposed of and so he set to work. 

A pair of dead branches sprouted from Pelegath's form and descended the short distance to the sand. A gentle blue light stirred from the center of his form and quickly brightened more and more until the light spilled from his hood. Pieces of the gray filth clothing him fell to the sand as black sludge dripped from what could be called his hands. The filth and the sludge coagulated, mixed with each other and the sand to form a widening pool of putrid muck.

From the rot and the filth crawled a tiny creature with twin antennae and three pairs of legs beneath a flat, brown body. The creature shook it's sleek form free of the muck that birthed it and scuttled about for a moment. The first insect was born. Pelegath was delighted at his new creation and offered his hand to it. The insect promptly scurried up his arm and into his body where it made its new home among the tangle of branches. His children would claim what was dead.

[color=598527]“From death, there will be life”[/color]

Following the first bug came more like it and others very different. Some flew while others skittered along the sand and they came in all shapes and sizes. Piles of bugs and worms poured from the muck and into the waiting arms of their father while those gifted with flight congregated into a buzzing cloud around him. He was happy with his creations but his curiosity was piqued when he saw the others creating as well and marveled at what they brought forth. What beautiful things they were crafting! This new world would surely be a splendid place!

Again, he turned to the pool and now dipped his hands into the slime. His children would need help reclaiming the dead and so he formed what was to be called mold. The mold grew and prospered in his hands, spreading along his arms and developed many shapes and colors. There was still much more work to be done, but this was a start.

[hider=Summary]
4 Initial Might
0.5 Might used

0.25 - create bugs and worms that feed upon the dead
0.25 - create molds and more types of fungi

Level 1
0.5/2 acts of creation
--> Level 1

3.5 remaining might[/hider]