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[color=skyblue]Level 2 God of Civilization (Speech)[/color][/center]

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[color=skyblue]"You may consider me an ally, then,"[/color] Promus replied to Regulus. He watched his fellow god work the magic of creation even as they spoke. A careful set of eyes reconnoitered every facet of the nascent griffins and the island turtle, and when it was done Promus punctuated the ordeal with a small nod of approval.

The presence of nearby mortals tugged at his attention, though. As he began to step away content in their newly forged (albeit informal) agreement, he felt the need to warn Regulus, [color=skyblue]"But you act with a youthful vigor and impulsiveness that has not been mine for many thousands of years; indeed, recklessness has cost me dearly in the past. I bid you choose your battles carefully and strive to act always with wisdom and precision; I would be loathe to find myself embroiled in a battle against all of the demons' combined might. Patience would serve us well; the lords of chaos lack foresight, and their brash nature will inevitably see them exposed."[/color] 

He gave Regulus a moment to contemplate that counsel, then parted with a few more words, [color=skyblue]"I have already sent agents to keep vigil on what I perceive to be the three greatest threats. We shall speak more of this later; in the meantime, I think it best that we shroud this covenant from the others. Let them think that we each act alone, and then they shall underestimate us."[/color]

With that, Promus set off on foot. It was not often that he walked, but now the situation called for it; he made his way into the nearby forest where the trees and undergrowth would have hindered his flight. Already this wood had the appearance of an old place indeed; perhaps some sort of magic had been used to accelerate nature, or perhaps his perception of time had merely grown faulty after so many empty years of pain and imprisonment.

He banished those memories and repressed the aching pains of his body. With every footstep, a skin of true flesh grew around his celestial form until he eventually looked humanoid enough to not alarm the ones that he sought out, even if there was still no mistaking that he was a divine.

After a short while he came across what he was looking for: a lone centaur trod through the forest, foraging along a path. He approached the being without hiding, and as he drew closer the centaur sensed his presence and spun around. Fear was palpable upon its face in that first moment, and yet it did not run; Promus exuded an aura of serenity and order so powerful that it calmed even mortals as wild and uncivilized as these.

He was now standing mere feet away from the centaur. It still stared, but now its fear had made way for curiosity.

He reached out to brush a hand against the flesh of the one closest to him. He did not know the origin of this being; it had been made by a god that he had yet to make himself acquainted with, but it did not seem to be either monstrous or base. He sensed that it was were greater than mere a beast, and that it could understand and commune with other creatures if not with those that might equal it. It was of worthy breed, one that deserved his patronage and protection.

[color=skyblue]"I am Promus,"[/color] he told the centaur simply. Even though they had neither language nor the capacity for speech, the words of a god (especially on of speech!) could be understood by all that the said god willed to understand. So it was that the meaning was placed directly into its mind, and the centaur understood just what Promus was, even if they hadn't already known of nature or existence gods and could hardly grasp the extent of his power.

[color=skyblue]"...and I bestow upon you and your kindred the gift of Speech."[/color]

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-Promus responds to Regulus. Basically, he says that he'll support Regulus but advises that Regulus not go around hastily proclaiming that he's going to fight off all chaos and provoking all the demons at once. Better to take your time and screw the chaos gods when they don't expect it or are weak! For that reason, he also suggests that they keep their informal alliance on the down low.

He lets Regulus know that he has some of his servants keeping tabs on who he perceives to be the most troublesome gods, but then walks off and says that they can talk more later.

Promus finds the centaur out in the forest. After examining them, he decides to grant it the ability to speak. (0MP as this is a free portfolio action)
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