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Gibbou sat marveling as the surface of the planet far below began to shatter and crack, great black spots forming all over the surfaces as gorges caved in and began to fill with a dark-blue substance. Her divine eyes caught on occasion what seemed to be long, jelly-like appendages stick out of the liquid surface, but could only focus on them for so long before her gaze was once again drawn to the colossal oceanic forces cover the planet with the great, blue sea. Blinking at the gravity of change affecting the planet so drastically, she almost failed to notice a gentle tremor rocking at her body from the ground where she sat. She averted her eyes from the spectacle below to give her moon a gentle pat.

[color=lightblue]“N’aaw… Are you having growing pains, honey-bun?”[/color] 

After a heartfelt goodbye, Oraelia had floated down to the planet to inspect whether the conditions were right for her next creations, so Gibbou sat all alone with her precious, little moon. 

Another tremor - this one bordering on an earthquake. The forces caught Gibbou off guard and she lost her balance, flattening out on the surface. She rolled over quickly, confusion and worry coloring her face a sweaty blue.

[color=lightblue]“Wah-what’s happening?!”[/color] she cried out and sent waves of divine power through the moon rock in an attempt to probe it for any anomalies. She felt one, one of immense power and speed.

And it was heading for the surface next to her.

Like an itch being scratched, a bump was produced from the tegument of lunar rock next to her, and the bump swelled into a mighty mountain, casting dust into the ether as the very foundation of the moon seemed to sway against its wrath.

For many moments all was still. And for many more moments, the universe was filled with a deafening [i]Grunt[i].

From the mountain’s peak, a cold breath came and with it came words:

[center][color=SaddleBrown]“I come from the blackest depth.
I am a Panaceum and a Warden.
And I am called, Boris.”[/color][/center]

And a thing rose up in the shape of a boar, and the mountain fell away to the depths of the lunar surface, and all was still. 

With a quiet huff, the hog reclined on its haunches and gazed into the essence of Actually, then at the existence, albeit with much less intensity.

[color=SaddleBrown]“Hello.”[/color]

Gibbou screamed from the top of her lungs and patted desperately the surface of her moon. [color=lightblue]“My moon! My--! Ugh!”[/color] She cast Boris an annoyed stare. [color=lightblue]“Hey, couldn’t you have somehow broken out without scratching her up so badly?”[/color] The surface was, of course, completely unharmed save for a few minor rifts and traces of molten rock where the mountain had spontaneously erupted. She laid herself flat on the surface and rubbed her cheek against the shadowy sands. [color=lightblue]“You’ll be okay, sweety, you’ll be okay…”[/color]

The boar tapped at the surface with a hoof. [color=SaddleBrown]”She is still getting over the breakup. Give her plenty of healing time.”[/color]

Gibbou looked back at the boar, sniffed and pushed herself up. [color=lightblue]“Yeah… Alright, I will. You didn’t have to be so rough on her, though. She’s still so young.”[/color] She shifted her gaze to the surface again. [color=lightblue]“So, uh… When did you appear in there?”[/color]

A ponderous gaze took him. Then a snort, a boar’s shrug. [color=SaddleBrown]’Ouuurrrrrrrgh...a few moments ago. It was mighty dark.”[/color]

Gibbou stared in marvel at the ground, then at their surroundings. [color=lightblue]“Even darker than here?”[/color] she asked as much the emptiness of space as Boris. However, she quickly regained her focus and spun back to face the boar. She extended a pointing hand towards him and said, [color=lightblue]“Alright, but… Uhm… So, what’s your purpose? My sister said we all had one! Or something along like that!”[/color]

[color=SaddleBrown]”To ward.”[/color] he said simply enough, awkwardly searching the void for anyone or thing that might the description of ‘sister’. [color=SaddleBrown]”So there are more?”[/color]

[color=lightblue]“To ward, huh…”[/color] A moment passed as she processed the word. [color=lightblue]“Oh! So you’re a guardian, too?! Just like me! Hihihihi!”[/color] She clapped her hands eagerly, all anger and defensiveness about the moon seemingly vanished like smoke on the wind. [color=lightblue]“Yeah! There’re two more of us, not counting you and I! My sister, Oraelia - she’s awesome - and whatever that thing is!”[/color] She pointed eagerly at the distant tentacles still ravaging the surface of the world below, digging the seas ever deeper.

Black eyes grew wide as they took in the gruesome scene. The boar lept from his haunches and stamped his back hooves. [color=SaddleBrown]”O YOU POOR ROCK YOU!”[/color] he cried. 

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The brunt of his ire pointed towards the writhing god. [color=SaddleBrown]”YOU DIRTY FOCKER YOU! YOU DROWN HER!”[/color]

Without so much as a windup, the boar drew many gusts of wind towards himself; and granting himself great speed and solidity, exploded into the void with an angry squeal. Gibbou was nearly blown into space by the force and yelled unintelligible curses after the boar as she held onto the lunar surface as hard as she could.

With great speed, he fell towards the world in an instant, and with a mighty buck of his tusks cleaved the ocean hither. And with a great stamp of his front hooves dislodged a gargantuan mass that tour up from the depths with great force. The seas parted in its glory and the world shook violently in its uninterrupted ascension. A monolith of monoliths rose until its wet surface towered above the blue waves and was set perfectly in its place.

For its part the great thing of many tentacles and glowing eyes seemed particularly disinterested. Whatever the thing was that fell from the more bearable of the two orbs haunting the sky was loud but harmless, the mass-that-was-Klaar assured itself. The immense, misshapen beak the swine had dragged from the seafloor was of little consequence and but a minor setback. Besides, surely all it had done was insist that the water level should be raised all the higher? A generous offer by the thing of tusks-and-fur and-fury. Klaar filed away the thought that it would need a proper name, fool-thing marching about so naked in identity.

All that the pig-god heard in response to its insults and cajoling was the clacking of beak, the rushing of waters, and the gnashing of tentacles into easily parted stone.

Back on the newborn continent, a bump of epic proportions rose from its center, and the bump gave way to sharp peaks and deep valleys. Galbar screamed as it birthed a mountain range that cut across its belly and refused to cease in its ascension. And from the center of the great range, three peaks rose in unison, so sharp they attempted to skewer the sky, and atop the center most peak balanced the boar in all his resplendent glory.

[color=SaddleBrown]”Serves you right you stupid cube. It is the boon of Actuality that you are allowed to persist.”[/color] the boar spat from the great height. [color=SaddleBrown]”My unblinking glare shines as a walking sun between peaks. So begins my ward, upon this mighty crag I dub The Anchor Of The World, which stands upon the first expanse: Toraan.”[/color]

Unbeknownst to him, a great many embryos born from the congealing of divine ire and lifeblood, fell upon Galbar and roosted in dark corners of the great range like thieves in the night. The first enemy awaited birth. 

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Gibbou relaxes as Klaar flexes and the fledgling universe is crafted when all of a sudden the moons completes gestation and gives birth to a god right then a there. The god is Boris, Lord of Stone and a warden. Gibbou is angered by the minimal damage his birth caused, but Boris is relatively unflinching. They chat for a bit until Boris sees Klaar basically raping Galbar, and in his rage jumps from the moon and crashes into Galbar, raising a continent and a mountain range in one swoop. During his rage though, he unwittingly created creatures who have settled quietly in his mountain range, sleeping.
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Boris
Start 5MP/0DP

>Free - Created the continent of Toraan.
>Free - Created the first mountain range through the center of Toraan.
>Free - Created three extremely tall mountains within said mountain range known as The Anchor Of The World.
>1 Might (Extraordinary species)  - Embryos born from the Boar’s rage mixing with Lifeblood fall upon his mountain range. More later. 

End 4MP/0DP
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