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[h2]Uthum, the Sleeping God[/h2]
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Uthum had watched the Unsullied march through the desert for some time now. He knew he should feel something. Empathy, maybe? But he felt nothing and while he was excited to find mortals, it did not feel the same as finding people. It was as if he found a long lost toy. None the less he observed the race. Many died in the desert, returning to Dust as their soul could not bear living another day. They reached an oasis but it did only little to easy their wounds. The race was harmed in its very core.

The god of magic did not want to reveal his existence to the wide public just yet. Instead, under the cloak of night he descended. A small group of supposed warriors had taken it upon themselves to patrol through the sands. Uthum quickly befell them. With a quick flick of his hand the mana gathered around the warriors. Before they knew it they were asleep, encased in crystalline mana which began to float behind Uthum. Who took his experiments towards some more remote region of the desert. Where, under the early morning sun, he released them.

Their instincts were sharp, at least, as all three warriors immediately levelled their spears towards him and held their wicker shields high. Though there was fear in their eyes. Uthum didn’t want to ask. He did not have the time for it. So instead he reached out towards one of the warrior’s mind and wretched his story from his thoughts.

It was a tale filled with happiness, laughter but then betrayal, war and death. Yet Uthum still felt nothing. Not an ounce of pity. Instead his mind pulled him towards the strange, dangerous bolts their corrupted kin flung at them. Such devastating magic and it was clear it was not mana. What god had given a mortal race access to magic already? And why did he make it so crude? He made a mental note of it and then moved on.

“Welcome. You are the first of your kind to learn how to harness my gift.” The creatures did not budge. Instead they kept their spears pointed at him. “This gift is mana. And from what I saw… it may help you out in your future war.” The warriors looked at each other. Visibly confused. “Against your darker kin. You might be broken now but there will be a time of vengeance. There always has been.” Uthum said in a rather uncaring way. “Anyway, on too the important subjects. This strange magic your dark kin has, you can defend yourself against it. Give me your shield.” Uthum  said. But none of the warriors offered it to him. Rather annoyed with their tardiness in obeying his commands, he commanded the mana around him to whip up the sands. Around the god and the three warriors all sand was whipped up into a swirling frenzy. When he lowered his hand, the storm vanished as quickly as it appeared. “If I wanted to kill, you’d be dead. Now give me your shield.”

Uthum knew that any primal race would not be able to harness pure mana just like that. Mortals needed a framework. A method or a ritual. So on the wicker shield he just got he used his magic to lightly carve arrow heads from inside out in a spiral shape. The task was quickly completed. “Now hold that up.” He said as he handed the wicker shield back. Still confused but also frightened the warrior upheld the wicker shield. “A ward will spawn… a sort of magical.. well, shield. You just have to believe it. You have to want it. Those signs will help you.” Except they wouldn’t. The mana did not recognize those signs and the belief of the warrior was lacking to say the least. But the god of magic gave mana a little nudge. Soon a translucent, light blue vortex formed over the shield. Spiraling outwards. “Yes, good! Now hold that.” Uthum said as he gathered a small concentration of mana in the palm of his hand. “You two, watch.” He ordered to the other warriors. He flung the bolt of mana. Upon impact the mana was thrown outwards. Away from the shield. “Yes! Yes! Again!” Uthum exclaimed a she flung another bolt. Then another. Each one caught by the vortex and harmlessly dispelled. Then, before the shielded warrior could even see it, he flung another bolt. One with the color of their corrupted kin’s magic. The two others could only gasp, knowing their friend was dead. But he wasn’t. The bolt impacted and in a majestic spectacle of color the bolt’s energy spiraled away.

He kept them with him for the entire day. Making them practice the vortex ward until they could make a small one without his secret help. The very next day he taught them another set of glyphs: a curved line with a line straight through the curve. Behind it were three arrow heads pointing towards the curved line. “You kin can throw energy from a distance. This will let you do the same.” It was difficult to carve the glyphs into their spears. But they managed it. And to Uthum’s surprise, he barely had to help them. They began to believe that with every thrust a bolt of light blue energy would shoot off from the tip of their spear. Gleefully Uthum watched as they threw their bolts around. That night, when they fell asleep he cocooned them once more in crystalline mana and transported them back to the vicinity of their camp. Rather content he watched down from the night skies. The first seeds of magic had been planted.

But now he had other things to worry about. He continued his journey until he found the land of the darkened kin. The land itself looked like it had suffered under the presence of these corrupted kin. He found a few, also patrolling and flew down. Just like the first band, they upheld their weapons. “Easy now. That is no way to greet a god.” Uthum said.

But these people clearly did not fear him like the previous did. “You are not perfected. Therefor you are an enemy. Go, get your gift from Larwen. If you’re worthy, he might give it to you.” The leader, a female, said. Her stance were defiant and certain. As if she knew she was above him. Despite being nothing but a mere mortal.

This took Uthum a little off guard. Who was this creature, that she would speak so bluntly to a god. The mana around them thickened as uthum’s mood worsened. “You would dare threaten a God!”

The corrupted kin, in turn, gathered their magic and flung it at Uthum. Who caught in the palm of his hand. Even now he could feel the corrupting energy eating away at his mana barrier. This did command some respect, as he observed the energy. “What do you call this?”

“Corr magic. It is a gift from Larwen, God of Perfection.” The dark kin answered, still with a hint of defiance. Though she looked a lot more defensive now. As if she realized that this was not a normal being she had encountered.
“It so… strange. You don’t actually understand this do you? I can feel the soul within. So reckless. It’s just so.. flawed.” Uthum let the energy flow around his arm. Still protecting himself with a barrier. It was magical in nature. That was for sure. But not normal magic. It contained a hunger, a need to transform. Uthum guessed it wanted to ‘perfect’. 

“It is not flawed! It is a gift! A perfect gift!” the corrupted ones exclaimed.

“Perfect? This? Far from it. It is simple. Right now its sole purpose is to be a weapon. It’s meant to kill.” But he was still the god of magic. And whatever this was, it was still magic. Uthum clenched his fist and the mana crushed the energy. Shattering it in a thousand pieces. “Yet it holds potential for great and terrible things. Impossible things. Wonderful things. It could even reverse its sins. Maybe in the future I will change it and show you. But for now, begone.” With his final word mana took a hold of the Corrupted Fae and flung them away, into the air. Though with their wings, they could land again safely. But once they touched the ground again, Uthum was long gone.

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Start Level 2 God of Magic (Mana), 2 Might, 0 Miracles
1 Might – Create 4 Miracles
1 Miracle – Teach magic framework: Glyphs
Portfolio action – Teach spell: primal mana vortex
Portfolio action – Teach spell: primal mana bolt

End Status:
1 Might, 3 Miracles
0.25/4 Might spent
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[hider=Summary]
Uthum finds the Unsullied Fae in the dessert and kidnaps three of their warriors. He tells them that through certain glyphs they can use magic and then proceeds to teach them two arrays of glyphs, each a spell. Primal mana ward and primal mana bolt. He then delivers them back to their camp.

After that he pays the Perfected Fae a visit and learns of Corr Magic. He does not give them a methode to use Mana, as he believes they would not appreciate or even use the gift.
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