[center][b]Consider that having fewer memories causes time to drag on.
Do years not seem shorter as time goes past?
Now,
[i]This One[/i] had been sitting on the beach Abanoc had left it at.
Several years have passed
From this vantage point, it witnessed how things change. 
It had a detailed memory of each day on the beach.

Now consider how an idle mind finds something to do.
To elaborate: in silence, one thinks.
Such is also true for [i]This One[/i], for it forgot, and it is not sane. 
Neither is it absent.[/b][/center][hr]
The waves were swelling again. The sea forever tried to take some land for itself, but never succeeded in holding it. Such a sight had prompted the one who was long ago told it was called Eurysthenes to think about holding power. 

[color=cc0886][i]Take the land and the sea as an allegory for what I am about to suggest.
The sea is power, and the land is opposition. The sea uses its power to take from the land, and thus I may draw parallels.
The land which is held by the sea is eventually, willingly or not, given back. It is in power’s nature to never hold too much. 
No matter your power, there will always be something new to overcome. 
So, from this we can draw the conclusion that opposition is infinite, and power must always give in to opposition.[/i][/color]
It smiled as best as a puddle of parts could. The work of several years, concentrated into a handful of succinct sentences. 
Power is temporary.
One [i]conclusion[/i].

Purity was a thing easy to find beautiful, so it was easy to find beauty in this [i]conclusion[/i]. 
Beauty was a deceptive thing. 
So [i]This One[/i] did see, in observing critters hunt. Beauty is a front which is used by ugliness to cause prey to march, smiling eagerly, into their doom.
Take the [i]conclusion[/i] as another example. It is a mere sentence, yet has much careful consideration behind it.
Beauty is deception.
And such was another [i]conclusion[/i].

With two [i]conclusions[/i], some lustre of the first faded. It no longer seemed so novel to draw such simple rules which stretch so far. 
But it caught itself. They were each as pure as the other, and the existence of one certainly did not depreciate the value of another. Rather, it made it less alluring. 
This fact did not satiate [i]This One[/i], but it made it wonder why.
Why is it less fun to create, when one has already created?
Well, having already created, one would have had practice, tricks they learned the first time, and a starting point. The whole process was made easier. One was more comfortable with the process of creating, causing it to become boring.
Comfort is diminishing.
This is what it named the third [i]conclusion[/i].

This third conclusion is what caused [i]This One[/i] to rise again, as it was comfortable on the beach. It picked up a handful of sand, scooped up some water, skewered a critter, and smooshed them into a ball. It spoke the [i]Three Conclusions[/i] into this ball, and buried it.

From the place where the ball was buried, a being grew. It was merely a sprout at first, but it grew rapidly into a pale gold coloured form, similar to Eurysthenes but with fewer arms. It was a beautiful thing on the outside. It had shining and sparkling skin that reflected the sun in a manner mild enough to cause a small glow, but not so harshly that it was glaring. It had a motif of soft, long curves accentuated by chunks of elegant chitin.

But [i]Beauty is Deception[/i], and underneath its skin was innumerable teeth, waiting for the skin to part so they can bare themselves and show their viciousness.

[color=gold]”What am I?”[/color] it asked. A small split in its head opened when it talked, showing rows and rows of teeth.

[color=cc0886]”You must tell me when you find out,”[/color] [i]This One[/i] replied.

[color=gold]”Oh.”[/color][hr]
This is the story that the Bujzell tell as their creation story, and it is a true one. From then until now, a small village has been built on the beach. The god that created them built them a village and taught them basic ideas about how the world works, as well as how to build their own houses that will last.

The village is bustling, and shows the beach more activity than it has ever seen. It’s a small village, about 10 structures, one of which is the court hall. Each is built of roughly wrought stone, and sunk halfway into the ground.

Ziqse, the one the god had made first, was gathering food to eat when it saw something that looked somewhat like it, but different. It had two legs, two arms, light skin, pointed ears, and brown hair with a streak of white. It wore a plain grey robe, a red cloak made from what seemed to be feathers, and a staff of silvery metal.

[color=gold]”What are you?[/color] it asked the outsider.

[color=yellow]”Karamir,”[/color] he answered, [color=yellow]”from Kalgrun. First of the Vallamir.”[/color]

[color=gold]”No, what, not who. It is nice to know who you are, though,”[/color] Zisqe responded, mildly annoyed that this thing didn’t know the difference between who and what.

Karamir, for his part, seemed equally annoyed. [color=yellow]”First of the Vallamir, I said. Now what are you?”[/color]

[color=gold]”Oh. Apologies. I’m used to people being far more than just the first of something,”[/color] Zisqe mumbled, slightly underwhelmed. [color=gold]”I don’t know what I am.”[/color]
They paused for a second. Hadn’t this Karamir introduced themselves as the first of their kind?
[color=gold]”I am in part, the Storyteller and the first of the Buzjell.”[/color]

[color=yellow]”The Buzjell?”[/color] Karamir asked, seeming somewhat confused. [color=yellow]”I do not know of your people. Were you created recently?”[/color]

[color=gold]”I was grown long ago, and I grew the first other from my finger shortly after. We didn’t know other things that could talk existed.”[/color] Zisqe said. It crossed its arms. 

[color=yellow]”Well they do,”[/color] Karamir answered somewhat matter-of-factly. [color=yellow]”In great number. But all the ones I know of are on other lands.”[/color]

Zisqe’s eyes broadened. [color=gold]”Like the place across the Gap? Is your kind the secret it holds?”[/color], it asked, somewhat excitedly. It had found the Gap when it was young, and decided that it would tell stories about what secrets lay on the other side.
They stepped closer, trying to get a better look at the Karamir.

[color=yellow]”What is the gap?”[/color] Karamir asked.

With a look of suspicion, Zisqe said [color=gold]”The place between the lands that isn’t ocean. It’s where you come from. Do you have another name for it?”[/color]

[color=yellow]”I don’t even know what you’re referring to,”[/color] Karamir shook his head. [color=yellow]”Where is it?”[/color]

[color=gold]”Over there,”[/color] they pointed toward it with a long, slender finger, [color=gold]”Anything could be there, but I know there are a great deal of mountains, and what looks like a cursed part.”[/color]

Karamir slowly turned his gaze south. [color=yellow]”There are mountains, yes. For the cursed part, I don’t know if you’re referring to the Feasting Forest or the Boiling Sea. But across the boiling sea there is another land, and although I have been there it is not where I’m from. It [i]should[/i] have talking species of its own, but during my time there I never met any.”[/color]

[color=gold]”Well then where are you from?”[/color] Zisqe asked. 

[color=yellow]”Kalgrun, as I said. It’s on the other side of the world. Much further than the land beyond the ‘Gap.’”[/color]

[color=gold]”I thought that was just the name of the one that grew you. You know,”[/color] they made wishy washy gestures, [color=gold]”’Karamir, from Kalgrun’. Unless the one that grew you was named after your land?”[/color]
Zisqe sat down, cross legged. It motioned for Karamir to do the same.

Karamir sat, his cloak seeming to move on its own volition so that it would not be trapped underneath him. [color=yellow]”No,”[/color] he said. [color=yellow]”I was made by Kalmar, God of the Hunt, and the land was named after him, because he was the one who created it.”[/color]

Zisqe leaned forward a little, in interest and suspicion both. [color=gold]”That makes little sense. I don’t name the ones I grow after me. Why does he do this?”[/color]

Karamir shrugged. [color=yellow]”Kalgrun is short for Kalmar’s Ground. Maybe he liked the way it sounded, or maybe he couldn’t think of anything else, but it is what it is.”[/color]

[color=gold]”It is what it is, but that might not be what it seems to be. You can use that sentence instead”[/color] they said, smiling a toothy grin. It pointed north east. [color=gold]”What’s there?”[/color]

Karamir glanced up at the sun’s position. [color=yellow]”If you head in that direction…”[/color] he thought for a moment, trying to imagine the continent’s layout in his head. [color=yellow]”You might eventually find the gateway to the Observatory; the Sphere of Abanoc.”[/color]

Zisqe’s face folded in confusion. [color=gold]”Huh? What do you mean?”[/color] 

He sighed. [color=yellow]”What do you know of the gods?”[/color]

[color=gold]”I know one made me from the Sea, the Sand, and an insect. That one also built a town for us when we needed it, and taught us how to make the things we know how to make. I know one called Kalmar made you. I know they’re powerful, and I know they can ruin you if they’re in a bad mood…”[/color] Zisqe said, trailing off in recollection. [color=gold]”Why?”[/color]

[color=yellow]”Well, the gods made this world, called Galbar, and each god has a sphere which influences Galbar in a certain way. To give some examples: Kalmar has the Hunting Grounds, which tells you when you’re hungry or thirsty. K’nell has the Palace of Dreams, which is where your mind goes when you sleep. And Abanoc has the Observatory, which records everything that happens on Galbar.”[/color]

[color=gold]”So what’s the Sphere of the god who made me?’[/color] Zisqe asked. They leaned further in, listening intently. Usually it was the one who told stories.

[color=yellow]”What is the name of your god?”[/color] Karamir questioned back.

[color=gold]”I don’t think it has a name. I can tell you how it looks, though.”[/color] Zisqe said.

[color=yellow]”Tell me, then.”[/color]

[color=gold]”It’s tall and it shimmers in many different colours. It has seven arms, and no eyes. Sometimes it’s just a pile on the floor, and that’s when it can ruin you.”[/color] 

[color=yellow]”Ruin you? How?”[/color] Karamir narrowed his eyes.

[color=gold]”I’ll tell you a story. The first one made by the first one I made was called Uzit, and was sweet and young. They looked up to me, and wanted to be a storyteller. One day… they went over a hill and came back with wide eyes that saw things that nobody else did. I went over the hill and saw the god that made me,”[/color] Zisqe paused for a moment, looking Karamir directly in the eyes, [color=gold]”It saw that I was there, and turned back into the god I knew. It apologised for what it did, then commanded me to leave or suffer the same.”[/color]

[color=yellow]”What happened to Uzit?”[/color]

[color=gold]”You must tell me when you find out.”[/color]

[color=yellow]”And what do you mean by that?”[/color]

[color=gold]”I mean that when you find out what happened to Uzit, you should tell me. I would like to know.”[/color]

He frowned. [color=yellow]”Why don’t you know what happened?”[/color]

[color=gold]”Because I do not know everything.”[/color]

Another sigh. [color=yellow]”Where is Uzit now?”[/color]

[color=gold]”You should tell me when you find out.”[/color]

Karamir was glaring now. [color=yellow]”When did this happen?”[/color]

Zisqe leaned back for a second. It had to think about this. [color=gold]”Long ago, before we had our houses. They were the first that went,”[/color] they shook their head and creased their brow slightly, [color=gold]”But we speak of other things. What’s the Sphere that belongs to the god that created me?”[/color]

[color=yellow]”I don’t know,”[/color] Karamir said. [color=yellow]”You don’t know the god’s name, and none of the gods I met match the description, so I can’t tell you.”[/color]

Zisqe looked at the ground. [color=gold]”Oh. I’ll tell you when I find out.”[/color]

Karamir nodded slowly. [color=yellow]”Back to Uzit, then. When did you last see them?”[/color]

[color=gold]”That night. They were rambling on the sand one moment, and gone the next. Isi, the first one I made, was distraught. They came to me for comfort, and I had to stop them going to our god”[/color]

His eyebrows rose. [color=yellow]”Did this happen more than once?”[/color]

Zisqe’s eye’s narrowed, and they said, [color=gold]”I think I already answered that. You’re very interested in this god.”[/color]

[color=yellow]”I’m just trying to find out what happened,”[/color] Karamir said. [color=yellow]”And every answer you provide leads to more questions.”[/color]

[color=gold]”This is why I’m a storyteller.[/color] Zisqe shrugged. [color=gold]”Yes, it has happened once more, but to someone more distant to me. They were called Vurtez, and they were my third’s second’s first.”[/color]

[color=yellow]”So how often do you see this god?”[/color]

[color=gold]”Often enough. They never go for too long, and when it’s here it commands us. It’s a very sage god and commands wisely when it’s here. It’s only when you go to find it that this happens.”[/color]

[color=yellow]”When do you think it will be back?”[/color]

[color=gold]”You think I know a lot more than I do. Tell me when you find out.”[/color]

Again, Karamir frowned. [color=yellow]”You say it never goes for too long. What is the longest period of time it has been gone for, and what is the shortest?”[/color]

[color=gold]”Shortest is less than a day, longest is still going. It hasn’t come back in seven days now.”[/color]

Karamir began to stroke his chin. [color=yellow]”On its last visit, did it do anything strange or unusual, that it doesn’t normally do?”[/color]

[color=gold]”No, why?...”[/color]

[color=yellow]”Well, if it is unusual for your god to be gone this long, there must be a reason. Maybe how it acted during your last meeting can give some sort of clue?”[/color] Karamir shrugged. [color=yellow]”You know this god far better than I, though.”[/color]

[color=gold]”No, nothing strange beyond its usual. It asks a lot of odd questions.”[/color]

[color=yellow]”Such as?”[/color]

Zisqe rubbed its face. [color=gold]”The most confusing one is ‘Slippery as a fish, more passive than a craven, harder than metal. Real as a wish, as loving as a haven, testing your mettle.’, which is not a question, but it told me that it was meant to be answered like one.[/color]

[color=yellow]”Maybe it wants you to think of something that has all those traits,”[/color] Karamir suggested.

[color=gold]”Well that is the first thing one thinks of. But what has all those traits?”[/color]

[color=yellow]”Give me some time to think…”[/color] Karamir said, and then began to think. Every few seconds his gaze shifted: first to the sky then at the sand of the beach, then to the forest, then out to sea. And on he went, shifting between the four in some sort of odd cycle. 

[color=yellow]”I think,”[/color] he said, after a while, [color=yellow]”the question itself has those traits.”[/color]

[color=gold]”Yes, indeed. A new reflection always shows more things, I’ll give this answer to the god when they get back.”[/color]

[color=yellow]”Are there any more villages like this?”[/color] Karamir asked next.

[color=gold]”Tell me when you know,”[/color] Zisqe said. It stood up and turned around, [color=gold]”I need to go now. It has been good to know you, but I need to be getting food.”[/color]

Karamir nodded. [color=yellow]”Goodbye, then.”[/color] He rose to his feet as well. [color=yellow]”I might return, but I make no guarantees.”[/color]

And with those words the Hunter’s Son took flight, turning his back on the village, its strange people, and its mysterious god. Part of him wanted to stay and seek out more answers, while the other part was wary of the danger. In the end, the more cautious part of him won out: he had spent enough time on this continent already, and it was time to put it behind him.

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[color=yellow]”So how often do you see this god?”[/color]

[color=gold]”Often enough. They never go for too long, and when it’s here it commands us. It’s a very sage god when it isn’t having a fucking hissy fit like a little forgetful bitch”[/color]
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[hider=Might]
6 MP to create The Bujzell (“bu-SHJELL”. The “SHJ” sound is pronounced as “s” in “usually”. All “z”s make this sound in relation to the Bujzell).
This extraordinary species is the embodiment of Eury’s 3 conclusions. As such, they are beautiful, powerful (more later), and malcontent. The flip side to this is that their beauty conceals a mass of teeth, they are short lived, and they are very prone to atrophy and becoming overweight.
   They have skin the colour of sunwashed sand and are softly curved all over, having nearly no straight lines. Over their skin they have small amounts of smooth chitin which grows as they do. This chitin may be shaped as desired while they mature, and often denotes social standing. They are, by human standards, androgynous. Their legs taper into fine points rather than having feet at the end. They have a ball and socket joint where an ankle would be if you stood on your tip-toes, which has a neutral position of straight up and down. Their eyes are similar to that of a fly’s, in that they are made of hundreds of smaller surfaces. They still have eyelids and blink like humans, but their eyes are larger than average. Noses aren’t a major feature of their faces, as they’re very flat, narrow, and long. Their mouths aren’t visible until opened.
   Their power stems from their ability to influence others through their ethereal beauty. Other beings find their word compelling, and they work as somewhat of a social magnet. Typically this manifests less as the ability to straight up give commands and have people obey, and more of an ability to sway people towards certain things. Straight up saying “jump off a cliff” will be met with derision, but it’s possible that a Buzjell develops a relationship with something else, and manages to get them to think that jumping off a cliff is a good idea.
   In accordance with Eurysthenes’ 2nd conclusion, “Beauty is Deception”, just under their skin lie hundreds of teeth. These are revealed through openings in the skin similar to mouths, but they can open anywhere on the body. A human mouth sized opening may show up to 50 teeth, varying between short and shark like, to long and canine. They may not open these mouths where they’ve grown chitin, only on skin. It is not yet known whether these teeth replace blood, bone, and muscle, or whether they grow within these tissues. Severe wounds are known to spill equal amounts of teeth as blood. Lighter wounds spill blood, but teeth staunch the flow from the inside.
   They don’t fuck to make more, they plant parts of their body. A new one will grow from that part, and gain additional traits relevant to the planted part. Planted chitin would make a bonier, more chitinous one, a tooth would give them more teeth, flesh would give their skin a fuller lustre, and a full head regrows a clone with none of the memories from before.

Note to Rodent, put this on the Wiki before posting and put a link here instead.

2 MP to make Zisqe a Hero. 
1 FP per the age rules to create the town.
1 FP to teach stone age-ish technology.

Totals:
7 MP
14 FP
5 towards Madness Portfolio (I got this ages ago and kept forgetting to tally it at the bottom)
One million MP towards the “being a sooky bitch” portfolio
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[hider=Sory]
Eury has some ideas.
Power is Temporary
Beauty is Deception
And
Comfort is Diminishing
These are the [i]conclusions[/i]. He makes a person based on these, named Zisqe of the species Bujzell.
There’s an implied montage of house building and tool making and people making to the tune of any psyched out 80s music
Zisqe is gathering food this one time and runs into Karamir. They tell each other stories, but Karamir is most interested in Zisqe’s god, who is sometimes there, and sometimes not. Eventually Zisqe is just like “good chat but I’m hungry and I have adult children to feed”.
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[hider=Prestige]
Zisqe:
+3 (is in post, is starring, is collab)
3 total.

Karamir:
+3 (is in post, is starring, is collab)
14 total[/hider]
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I’d like to make it clear that Eury’s “Tell me when you find out,” is a formal quest for Zisqe to complete. They must tell Eurysthenes when they have discovered what they truly are, more so than just “alive”, “a Bujzell”, “a storyteller”, etc.[/hider]