[h2][center][color=662d91]Gremju the Challenger[/color][/center][/h2]
[center][color=662d91]Level 3 God of Challenge [/color][/center]
Gremju had enjoyed a quiet period of quiet for a few years or so, amusing himself by interacting with the various imp gangs that were now spreading around the world and watching from a distance at the newly developing civilization of imps. He was bored of being a passive observer now though and decided to get right back into things again. He looked over the Plains of Madness and decided it still needed some more life to spice things up, so he began to work. He filled the larger lakes with schools of Sastuk, the areas that had began to resemble the swamps crafted by Pelegath with small irritating creatures that would bite and nibble at the flesh of those entering it...small creatures were interesting, perhaps he could make something very fun later down the line with them? The Challenger also littered the main plains with many small creatures capable of survivng from the spores of the Grem trees that had grown abundant due to the low amount of live for the past few years, or off each other. He created small vermin with long tongues that could lick up spores with easy and burrow back into the sand to escape predators,he created large chitinous beasts on four legs that slowly made their way across the Plains in small herds seeking spores. Those were among his personal favorites but he felt that more was needed, a apex predator for these beasts.

Gremju was distracted from his creations by the scream. It was a terrible sound, he did not like it. Not at all. It filled him with a terrible sensation, one that made him want to curl into a ball and sob. He did not like it, not at all. Not at all not at all. He wanted it to stop, what had happened? Gremju hovered across the planet trying to discern the source of the sound and eventually found his way to Mount Pervanon. There was no God that had created the scream anymore, instead he found the flaming remains of Seihdhara. Gremju hovered in the air for several moments, staring at the flames in shock before he roused himself and vanished back to the Plains of Madness; he could sense the presence of others still in the area and did not wish to disturb or be disturbed. Instead the Challenger sat upon one of the many crystal trees and contemplated what he had just witnessed. A God. Dead. He had never really interacted with Seihdhara but he was shaken, they were meant to spend an eternity tailoring the universe to their desires,challenging each other sometimes and rejoicing in their creations together at others. But now that was gone, and the universe seemed emptier for it. 

Gremju sat in the tree for some time as he mused on what had occurred and what it meant before he finally acknowledged his fear. He didn't want to die. What happened to a deity when they died? Mortals could at least enjoy the comfort of an afterlife or reincarnation but what happened to Seihdhara? Has she been reincarnated elsewhere in the universe? Another universe? Or is she lost to eternity? The imp remained stationary and pondered this for some time until he could not bear the feeling of terror any longer. The Ring of Bedlam began to glow with chaotic energy as it was bound and twisted to the Challengers desire, producing a hook of chaotic energy that protruded from the gem in the ring. With a wince and a whine Gremju drove the hook into his body, the hook was made not to affect his physical form but his soul. He spent several agonizing moments moving the hook, attempting to purge the feeling from his soul. The Challenger wailed in pain as he sharply pulled the hook, ripping the emotion from his very essence and bringing it into the world where it fell from the tree slowly and landed in a pile on the blackened soil below him. It took a rustic brown color as it sat,writhing on the ground and gradually took shape into a being of it's own accord as Gremju looked upon with some uncertainty. Eventually the being took the form of a creature resembling Gremju but it was off, it's eye sockets were glazed over and it's horns  shattered, the grin that Gremju usually wore replaced with a mouth hanging open with broken, seemingly rotting teeth. As Gremju viewed the creature a more familiar emotion overtook him, fury. He lashed out with the hook, splitting the thing apart. Then again. And again. And again. Until small pieces of rustic brown energy were scattered around the area. Soon however, they began to reform into new creatures that looked identical to the last, they stood around Gremju the Challenger and began to sob and groan in pain. Now the feeling of fear began to take hold again and the imp did the only thing he could think of, he yet again used the Ring of Bedlam to teleport each of the creatures away from him. Where? He didn't care. Some ended up in the middle of the ocean. Some in Pervanon. An unlucky few may have ended up in deep space, forced to wander for eternity in the empty void. They were gone now though, and that was all Gremju cared about as he sat back down and began to compose himself, a forced grin growing on his face.
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Gremju's remaining points=
MP=6  Miracles=1
Might Spending:
Gremju spends one might creating an ecosystem in the Plains of Madness,fish like Sastuk inhabit the lakes and various insects live in damp areas aswell as some larger ones spreading around. Small mammals also exist and are generally vermin who are capable of burrowing.
Gremju spends one might creating a hook and dragging out the Aspect(s) of Terror which are essentially ghosts that are attracted to fear and take on the form of the an individuals worst fear, they also tend to cause intense fear in those near them and can cause more Aspects of Terror to form from mortals who die from whatever they fear (either directly from the Aspect of Terror or by their actual fear when an Aspect of Terror is nearby). I don't know if these would count as avatars considering they're a species, feel free to tell me.
5/6 acts of creation 
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