[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ0LmE1OTc0MC5WbUZyYXcsLC4wAAAAAAAA/blowup-personal-use.regular.png[/img][/center][hr] Vakk looked to its children, walking as slowly as it guided them between the pillars of madness within the Infinite Maze, taking not of their inherent lack of interest in doing much. Though, they were alive and that was all that Vakk could be happy as it finally reached the stairway again, noting how much easier it was now that Eurysthenes could not actively change the maze at will. There was a pause as the Lord of Speech, stepped towards the exit of the maze, the undead Aroiox stopping behind it and merely watching their creator. [color=9d8168]”My children, you do not have the ability to create more, yes?”[/color] the many voices asked, not turning from the exit. The undead looked to each other for a moment, unspeaking before one stepped forward. Speaking in a clearly disinterested voice, “We are but mere bones, Lord Vakk.” Vakk put a hand to its chin, wondering how best to remedy the situation of reproduction to allow its children to thrive upon Galbar like originally planned. It’s godly gaze rested upon a single outlying Aroiox, one who merely cocked its head at the god as the Lord of Speech stared at it before the thin veil that hid its mouth erupts into a wide and devilish smile. Vakk approached the skeleton before leaning down to be eye level with it. [color=9d8618]“Eurav,”[/color] the Lord of Speech said before the glowing green eyes of the Aroiox grew brighter. “Y-yes, Lord Vakk?” the aroiox squeaked, its body shrinking back in a clear display of submission and timidity before it realized the emotions it could feel. He could actually feel once more, though she could not feel in the physical sense, as he touched his talons together, before letting out a laugh at feeling even disappointment. The glow of his eyes shifted as he looked to the other of what was once his kind. “I-I- Emotion!” he laughed, unable to find words to properly express all the different waves of emotions that came to him. Unable to cry and unable to use any facial expressions to show that very wave. He looked back to Vakk, feeling the phantom muscles of its face pulling to show happiness, but only the lower part of his beak separate as he attempted to show it. [color=9d8168]”It seems that you can be given back your emotions, but there are too many of you to complete the process individually,”[/color] Vakk said, its gruesome smile plastered firmly on its face as it watched the emotional Aroiox tried to encourage his kin to feel as happy as he did. However, each one gave but a mere polite clap in response to support someone they generally did not care for. One turned to its lord, before asking, “I do not see what this has to do with our reproduction.” Vakk held out a hand to he who had felt emotion, [color=9d8168]”Child, choose those to given part of your emotion to, each will be the harbinger of a specific emotion and each will be used to aid in the creation of each additional Aroiox.”[/color] The aroiox looked to the mass, he first pointed to one, then another. Seven were chosen to stand alongside him. [color=9d8168]”It is you eight who will facilitate the creation of your children, though they may not live or feel as you eight shall, perhaps, in time, you may find a way to bring back the emotion that you right shall feel. It is you eight, the Barayi Yara, who shall look to other races that inhabit Galbar. It is the Barayi Yara who shall lead the Aroiox and guide them to a golden age to last until the end of days!”[/color] Vakk extended its hand out before the part of the soul that held emotion was split from the first, eight separate segments transplanted into the eight. Each a different core of emotion. Vakk looked to the chosen, allowing them time to revel in their new emotions. [color=9d8168]”It is you eight, who must shape the bones of youth, convert them to undeath,”[/color] Vakk turned to the exit of the Infinite Maze, urging the undead to follow it through. [hr] When they exited, gateway, those spiraling stairs into the heavens, the Undead found a land that distorted their sight and a ground that seemed almost as if it tried to grip them. Vakk inspected the landscape, still bearing its wide smile before turning back to its children to see them semi-curiously looking around and exploring their new lands. Swahhitteh was theirs for the taking, but Vakk new the ground was no place for their mind, for if they stayed then it would only prove increasingly troublesome for them. But it knew that it could not teach them everything, that it must learn to allow them to invent and do what they must on their own. However, it first looked to the Barayi Yara. They would need a method to traverse Galbar easier and far quicker if they were to gather the necessary beings for conversion. It’s idea soon came to mind as it took the dirt below it and folded it in open itself to the point where it grew black and distorted the light around it. Vakk attached a handle to it, fashioning it from a branch, turning it to a metal so that the Barayi Yara may send someone to fetch them their youth. [color=9d8168]”This shall allow you to traverse to any surface of Galbar. You must touch it, or someone else touching it, for it to work. But, might I say, it is possibly the greatest creation to travel Galbar. Now, I will need to to teach you to shape bone and reverse death,”[/color] Vakk stated, showing them the very bell that it had used to bring them back from the dead, they watched with mixed reactions, as to be expected. [color=9d8168]”The power of Undeath, not a perfect process, is capable of greatness in your hands. I will give you eight the power directly. But you must learn to wield it for I can not teach you everything.”[/color] “But what if we fail you?” One said, a voice overtaken by the grief and sorrow of being dead for a shorter skeleton. [color=9d8168]”You can only fail me by not putting in the effort, my child.”[/color] With that, Vakk touched each of their foreheads with a tendril, gifting them with the knowledge of Galbar and giving them to power of Undeath. It then brought them all into an embrace, hugging them as any parent would do for their children before it straightened itself, putting its hands behind its back. It took a singular step back before it spoke one last time to its children. [color=9d8168]”I will be watching… I would also advise to nest in the trees.”[/color] Vakk had left and the Barayi Yara held the staff that it had gotten them, the one holding it letting out angered noises at having to hold it. He looked over to one who seemed glued to the staff, almost as if it were in awe of the staff that their creator had gifted them. Wrath shoved the staff into Ecstasy's hands, allowing her to hop in in excitement as she held it in her hands. He looked around the group before a gruff voice sounded from it, “What do we do now?” “We follow Lord Vakk’s orders, we must add to our ranks,” Admiration stated, standing proudly as he met Wrath’s eyes. “But why should we? We are undead! We have until the end of days, and who knows when that will be?!” Wrath questioned, angrily stepping forward as Admiration gave an answer that he clearly did not want. He let out the sound of a sigh, before continuing in on a more calm, yet annoyed, voice, “I know we have to add to our own, but we also need to look after them. If you couldn’t tell, they are hopelessly uninterested in furthering any interesting interests.” “That’s why we gotta give show them the path to joy!” Ecstasy said ecstatically, swinging her hips as planted the staff into the ground. She held herself on it by wrapping g her legs around it, as she continued her own spiel, “We need to know how to make some emotions happen for them or else how else is Lord Vakk going to appreciate all the joy we feel for him?” “Speak for yourself,” Wrath chided. “I would say that our best option would be to split our focus. One of us should scout a good location to find youth while others await and try to figure out how to restore our emotions fully,” Grief said, mumbling as the others simply stared at her. She shrank back in response as the others nodded their heads in polite agreement. “Now who is gonna do the scounting?” Ecstasy chimed with a laugh. [hr] [Hider=Summary] Vakk, having led the undead Aroiox through the maze, back to the exit remembers that the undead cannot exactly breed and expand their numbers. He gifts an outlying Aroiox with what Vakk knows to be emotions before separating it into eight core pieces and gifting it to other Aroiox. This is the formation of the Barayi Yara holy order, who is taught necromancy and bone morphing to create further Aroiox. After he gifts them a teleportation staff, they then proceed to argue about the best path to succeed. [/hider] [hider=prestige] Barayi Yara +1 Prestige for Minor Involvement. Vakk was the real star here. [/hider] [hider=might] Vakk 1 MP and 16 FP -5 FP to make the Staff of Reality, a staff capable of transporting an individual touching the staff, or another person who wields the staff (up to a maximum of twenty) across Galbar instantaneously. It has a cool down of one week and there is a margin of error in the location of the teleport at a maximum of three miles away from the target destination, but always on land. -2 FP to form the holy order, Barayi Yara, a group of necromancers whose sole purpose is to abduct the youth of other species and convert them into undead Aroiox. They are the leaders of the Aroiox and the the only undead, currently, to feel any form of emotion, though basic and limited to one of the core emotions. -1 FP to bless the Barayi Yara with the knowledge of the known landmasses of Galbar. -1 MP to give eight Aroiox eight core emotions. 0 MP and 8 FP 4 MP towards Undeath port [/hider]