[center]Yullian Header Pending[/center] [i] The sky cracked in half, a scarlet edge tearing it in two, an endless void on either side. The sound of music ripped through the battlefield -- the metallic shouts of the Warden and the intensity of the onslaught drowning out. Clack. Clack. A dark gentleman dragging a mighty club stepped over the fallen soldiers, a disturbed eversmile twisted with rage on his face. Spiteful eyes of a giant stared down at the gentleman, a curse on their breath as they collapse under the weight of sleep. There was a brief pause, a small silence -- and then the club was hefted over the gentleman’s shoulder, the smile wrought into a deep frown. With gritted teeth, the club swung down and connected with the fallen beast, echoing a tremendous blast. Gore showered all around as the gentleman tossed the club aside -- his companions staring at him in guilt and fright. [/i] ... Yullian sat on a rock, the waves of the beach blasting all around her. In the form of a dreamer woman, she sat with her fingers pressed to her temples. The memories were vivid enough without the reinforcement of what knowledge Abanoc passed on. With a deep inhale, Yullian played the scene over in her head again, and again, and again. “Such power,” She muttered as she watched the echoes clash with the nightmares in her mind’s eye. She forwarded her memory, a small shake of her head as Vakk was clubbed by K’nell, a small smile on her face. Pulling the memory back, and further back, she watched Vakk explode from their gateway to Savandam -- their sphere. Yullian tapped her fingers off the rock as they thought. Abanoc had called her lacking after her creation, the seemings of a god but not a true one. She was lacking ‘power’ and ‘power’ meant fun, so therefore more power would mean more fun. What did the Gods of her memories have that she didn’t have? She rubbed her chin, thinking of the mustache of Kalmar, the wings of Li’Kalla, the many forms of Ashalla, the army of K’nell, the sphere of Vakk. There were many things, she figured. “A person with as many ideas as me deserves more than the mediocre living as ‘half of a God’” Yullian said to a crawling crab, “How can I expect to have endless fun if I don’t have endless power? Better yet.” She stood up proud, fists on her hips, “How can I expect to keep Galbar interesting if from time to time I have to butt heads with the stiffer of the Gods. You know yours truly is clever -- insanely even, but...” She blinked at the crab, as if waiting for a reply. She crossed her arms, “Then it is settled, I accept the task. I will keep Galbar interesting, and I will claim godhood to ensure it stays that way.” The crab scurried under the sand and Yullian pouted, “Well we don’t have to get to work right away!” She called after it, “We can have some fun first!” She rolled her eyes are the empty response, “Blast it all.” She stomped the sand right where the crab would likely be heading, forcing the crab to escape the sand in the opposite direction. A small smile formed on Yullian’s lips and she scooped the crab up in her hands, “You’re coming with me to claim Savandam, I need a little entertainment.” The crab waved its pinchers and she laughed at it, “I’ll think of something.” [hr] “Kirron seems like an alright fellow,” Yullian said out loud to the terrified crab she was carrying as she walked across the tumbling ocean, shimmering blue in every direction. “Sure, a bit beefy in the head -- but he knows how to have the simple kinds of fun. It’s rustic!” The crab didn’t dare (nor could it) disagree with its captor. “Now Azura,” Yullian hummed, “Can’t say much about her uptightness, but those feathers are pretty. Maybe I should do feathers. Li’Kalla did feathers and it seemed to suit her just fine.” Slowly a cascade of feathers sprouted all over Yullian. They were white and flecked with blue but just as quickly as they appeared, Yullian dismissed them. “A burden, really,” Yullian nodded, “At least for aesthetic purposes.” Tucking the crab under one arm, Yullian rubbed an itch off the tip of their nose, “Hey crab, who am I?” With a wide grin, Yullian summoned a tiny flash of light in her hand, “Let there be light!” Yullian tossed the tiny sparkle away, and mimicked a disinterested face, “Alright, see ya.” The crab’s eyes followed the sparkle and Yullian chuckled to themselves, “An impressions sort of crustacean are ya? Well try this one on for size.” Yullian suddenly broke into a torrent of messy tears, “Why are you guys always fighting? You’re ruining my fucking garden. Can’t we all just get along?” Yullian wiped the tears from under one of her eyes as she started to laugh, “Pretty good, huh?” The crab didn’t respond and Yullian frowned, “I’m giving you an exclusive show, the most you could do is clap-- or well, snap?” There was a slight “click” as Yullian forced the crab’s pincers closed with a wide grin, “Close enough... but you’re on thin ice.”. [hr] Yullian turned the dead crab over a few times, the poor creature having succumbed to starvation. The demigod bit their pygmy finger in thought, the angular face of an ape-man having replaced their former dreamer disguise. “Well isn’t that just the way,” Yullian said in a gruff voice, “Next time I’ll try to move a little faster.” He looked up at the encroaching coast of Dragon’s Foot, “We were so close too!” [hider=Summary] Yullian reveals her implanted memories of Vakk and the like. She then decides it is high time she becomes a full god and takes off for Savandam, her supposed birthright. Later we find her doing improv about the other gods and gets a dig or two in (not really). Then we flash to him later in his journey, having just arrived at Dragon’s Foot, their companion dead. [/hider] [hider=Might] Starting: 2MP, 4FP Nothing spent. [/hider]