Pelegath looked on with pity as his sister wept for her lost children. Had he something to offer her, he would have. Perhaps there would be something he could do for her in the future, but for now he had work to do. The new forest would have need of creatures to remove the dead and his children would make excellent caretakers. With a wave of his hand a surge of insects departed from his body and converged on the forest. 

[color=598527]“Serve my brother and his creations well.”[/color]

He looked on as his children made their homes in the undergrowth and thought he might like a land of his own. Though he was not sure he could make a forest, he thought he might try his hand at creating a biome. He lifted both hands and in the distance, water bubbled to the surface and mixed with rot to form a boggy ground. The ground was almost as numerous as the shallow water the broke up the small islands of mud from which sprouted sickley trees. 

The result was a hideous land that had the faint reek of death about it; the first swamp. Pelegath could not have been happier with his creation. A land to call his own, how wonderful. 

The world was quickly expanding and it dawned on him that soon his small children would not be able to take care of the death that would ensue. He would need to create something larger, a beast that could feast on the dead without fear of sickness. Peeling four pieces of gray rot from his own body, he fashioned two pairs of large wings to carry his children over the land so they could spot the dead from the air. From there, he fashioned them bodies of the muck of the bog, feathers from the light and airy moss. The resulting creatures were a pair of large birds with jagged beaks for tearing flesh and powerful jaws to splinter bone. They would be the progenitors of a new species. [hider=The Reclaimer had need of beasts that could dispose of the dead][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ec/d1/af/ecd1afe8e1314bd6fb35234b27dadb29.jpg[/img][/hider]

He gave their kind a name after a moment of thought. 

[color=598527]“Akbaba, search for the dead from the skies.”[/color]

The feathered beasts took flight with twin shrieks and soared off across the newly formed swamp to find a home.

[hider=Summary] Pelegath looks around and wants to make a forest like his brother because that’s cool. He ends up making a swamp which he likes even better.

It then occurs to him that the world is getting big real fast and bugs ain’t gonna cut it forever so he needs something a bit bigger like big ass vultures[/hider]

[hider=Might Summary]3.5 Initial Might
1.75 Might used

1 - create a swamp
0.25 - create what are basically vultures

Level 1
1.75/4 acts of creation

1.75 remaining might[/hider]