[center][h1][b][color=a187be]Qael'Naath[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
The birth of Oraelia had upset something. In the eternal, tranquil nothingness, now something shrieked out. From a point in nothing, something appeared. At first a singular point, impossibly small. Yet it grew great and fast. But unlike other creations, it still wasn’t stable. Its shape began to change. Fractures formed across the perfect orb. Mana leaked away from it like solar winds. Flowing into the void. The orb began to shift and move. Its shape of a man-like creature. But hooded and robed. Hidden from Oraelia’s light. With a staff in his hand and six eyes to peer into the world. When the form finally took its shape, it opened all of its senses to gaze upon the world that was. He saw Oraelia’s wonderful sun, he saw Gibbou’s rock and he saw the drowning planet. But above all else: it knew its purpose. He was Qael’Naath and he would see magic flourish. With such a singular mind he ignored his sisters in the heavens and descended. Just as the great tree took root and spread itself out, Qael’Naath had arrived. Standing on the endless waters of his brother-in-the-hidden-deep. Mana had followed him. Falling upon the planet with gentle grace. Resting upon the surface and the waters.

For a moment Qael’Naath was pleased. The world knew his gift. Then he waited, and waited, and waited. But nothing happened. The world did not respond to his offer. The earth did not swallow the substance. It all just rested on top of the surface. Untouched and unmoving. No, this would not do. Mana was never supposed to simply lay down. It was supposed to move! With a singular motion of his hand, the floating mana before him began to move. First slow across the water, swirling around its master. Picking up more and more of the motionless mana. The grand maelstrom grew larger and larger. Siphoning mana from far away places. Then, Qael’Naath directed it up and down, left and right. Streams burst forth from the maelstrom, heading beyond the horizon or up back into the heavens. Some went down into the deep. Through the water like a flow. The streams raged forth, weakening the maelstrom until all its mana was consumed by them. They returned again and again. Looping into one another. Connecting and touching across the world. Like a fierce wind, they chipped and changed wherever enough mana came through to do so. In the air, concentrations of mana created wonderful iridescent auroras. They shone with a multitude of colors for but a moment, then flickered out again. Like glass clouds, the mana clashed against Boris’ great stone mountains. Shattering the stream for just an instant, before it restored itself and flowed around it. Yet as the rage cooled around the mountains, some of the mana fell from the stream and gently fell down. Flowing closer to the surface again. Before another stream whipped it back up.

Qael’Naath flew up back towards the heavens and then the void beyond. Below he peered onto the blue jewel that was Galbar and smiled as he saw his streams and flows take their place in the world. Yet one thing caught his eyes. A flow had attached itself to his sister’s moon. Its travels through the void towards it had calmed it. Instead of clashing or chaotically concentrating, the flow was graceful and smooth. Covering the empty stones seas before gathering itself again to fall down back to Gabbar. The fall enraged it once more as it connected with the other streams again. The God of Magic saw that his creation was coiling around and permeating everything on Galbar and even beyond. It satisfied him. In time, magic and mana would continue to shape itself. Growing more gentle and controllable. Yet now it had to storm across the surface. To ensure every hidden depth and heaven-touching reach would be covered.

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Mana was born from a nothingness upset by Oraelia’s birth. It took a form and with that form, divine realization filled it: it was Qael’Naath. The God of Magic descended upon the endless seas but was discontent to just see his mana lay there. Doing nothing. So he whipped it up into a frenzy through a maelstrom, and then spread it out through the every changing streams and flows in the world. Then he flew up back into the void to observe his creation from high. He noticed a singular stream climbing towards Gibbou’s moon, where it gently flowed over it and then fell down back onto Galbar.
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Start: 5MP/0DP
- Created the flow of mana (free)
End: 5MP/0DP
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