"Now..." Ualla said, a defeated tone to his voice as he answered Perillian. "We get to work, as we always have. I... I don't like it, but the fact of the matter is that Mor is gone. We can't do anything about that, but we [i]also[/i] can't let it stop us from doing our jobs. We're the gods, and if we can't have him with us, you can be [i]damn[/i] sure we're gonna build a world to remember him."

He sighed and began to weave together strands of DNA with his new hands, looking over the assembled gods and goddesses.

"Now, listen. Give me three hours. I'll speed the life cycle in the Spiritwilds up, so you can all have your little races to run around ripping the world up before the day is out." He sighed in frustration, speaking quickly to cut off anyone who might decide to pipe up over his uncharacteristic behavior. "Yes, it's a change in tradition, and ya better believe I'm not happy with it, but... I don't think I could stand to live in a world this empty for very long... Not now..."

As he spoke, he pulled a seed from his chest and flung it into the void, which sprouted into a door. He began to walk towards the door, before stopping and looking back to his fellow deities, the weight of his age showing even on his dark, relatively featureless face.

"An' I know I just said this, but [i]please[/i], don't let this turn into a war for the throne. We are a family, and I'll be damned if I see us tear ourselves apart just over that bloody chair!"

And then he pushed the door open, revealing a massive forest which could still be seen growing, and stepped into the truest wilds to exist.

"Now... Let's get started." He said, as the substance that could only be called 'primordial ooze' began to pour out of his hands.