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In the dull forgotten void away from the vast works of the newborn gods, the last true remnants of that first life, that which had been set loose from their bodies when they died, wandered, unknown and alone. Ever so small, their lives had been short and without much meaning.

The brewing of the Lifeblood did not let this stand for long, an opposite to that which had been set free found itself loosened, those few remnants called to it. It became him, and he found himself in a name. Thaa.

First came the eye, then the disk, then the spikes. The eye saw and sought, it looked for those few fragments that called out to Thaa, those first dead that had been left alone, wandering without anchor as their previous existence was short and left them loose. He drew close, his eye had sought them and now he could feel them so evidently. 

Thaa could see them truly, what they had felt, what their existence was and all that they had known. Cold. Ever so cold. And desperate painful gasping, deprived of something so evidently needed for flesh prisons they had been born into by some unknown force.

Thaa could not understand why anyone would do this. To have brought forth this creation only to suffer and then when it was completed to have let such fleeting remnants alone, to wander. It made no sense to him. 

[color=Fuchsia]“Shh, be calm now little ones,”[/color] Thaa cooed to the little lost fragments. [color=Fuchsia]“Rest now, you are safe, I have you, I will make things better.”[/color]

Instinctively Thaa reached out with something beyond his form and brought them bliss, brought them rest. He knew how to care for these, while they would not forget their sufferings they might not only be sustained upon the rumination of such horrors that had been inflicted upon them. 

Thaa knew not why they had been created, or why they were created only to experience such suffering, but he knew enough that he had to act to do something about it. 

Thaa pounded out energy into form, it rose out, ordered, a crystal. Not one of rock but one of that ordered energy as calling siren into the void, to draw forth the lost, suffering souls of the dead that were so callously left alone to wander. To be brought near and to be comforted, to bring them to rest and to bring them more than that which had so imprisoned them in life.

He could now turn to the greater challenge, that of life in the first place and its creators. To have such cruel action taken to make a life for it only to suffer, the only blessing is that of the shortness of its lively existence. Thaa felt torn at such evil having been enacted, he drew himself into being from such a cruelty true, but only he felt of necessity in the true protection against the evils of life as he could himself accomplish.

Thaa viewed the great works of other beings, the surface of Galbar was awakened with activity. Oceans predominated but life spread across the raised landscape. The Moon orbited and the Sun shone. These others had among them no doubt great cruelty, but whether it was all or perhaps only one who had such callous and cruel a person. 

Thaa dragged his crystal along with him. He had to go closer to the action, to Galbar. 

He needed to know more. Then he could act.

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Thaa comes forth and dives immediately towards the meager existence of the dead souls of the first of life. He is not pleased with their suffering and brings as much comfort as he can to them as he induces them to rest.

He muses for a bit about whether other gods are cruel or just a few to have done such great evil as to [i]gasp[/i] create life!

He also makes a crystal to call forth the dead to him so he might comfort them. He heads onwards to Galbar to find out more about the other gods and what is what.
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[hider=Might Summary]
[color=Fuchsia]Start: 5 MP, 0 DP
-1 MP (Enhanced) Crystal that draws the souls of the dead to it. (Artifact)
End: 4 MP, 0 DP[/color][/hider]