[center][h1][b][color=a187be]Qael'Naath[/color][/b][/h1][/center][hr]The tempestuous streams of mana were calming down over time. They violently clashed far less often. Instead, they simply crossed or conjoined. Still, these streams moved slowly across Galbar. One such stream had moved slowly ever more down south. Until it touched upon the Genesis Tree. As if the mana knew that the might Tree-God had dug its roots deep into the planet, it did not break itself upon it as the Anchor Stream did. No, instead it gently began to coil itself around its bark, three times in total. Before it continued on its path. And even though streams could change their paths, it would appear this one stream had attached itself to the Tree-God and did not desire to let go.

Meanwhile, high in the heavens, the Moon Flow was disrupted by various debris flying around it. Each singular piece could not draw the grand stream away from the vast, dusty, empty seas. Yet together they began to chip away at it. Until finally minor streams began to wave a path from a comet to meteor and comet again. These thin lines were nothing compared to a great Stream. Yet they wove an intricate pattern in fine lines of mana in between the various heavenly pieces. Resulting in a perhaps chaotic, but beautiful pattern. Thus the Voidspread had created itself.

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Qael’Naath had remained high in the heavens for some time. Content to let his brothers and sisters fill the planet with life. From his vantage point, he saw grand continents raised from the depths. He saw forests and plains grow and be filled with various wondrous life. Yet now the time of waiting had ended. Sooner, rather than later, sapience would be spawned that could affect mana. Sapience that could create magic. They would require the right tools and resources. Qael’Naath was quite ready to oblige. Once more he descended without friction through the clouds. He fell into the great forest of Toraan, north of the Anchor Mountains. Where he instantly got to work. First, he created a colony of large, spider-looking creatures. These things wouldn’t need to eat the local bugs. Instead, they would spin webs that could capture mana, which they then consumed to power a hyper-efficient kind of photosynthesis. One much more powerful than plant-life required. The Manarachnids’ their webs would be filled with bountiful mana floating down from the Anchor Stream. In time, these Manarachnids would be found all over the forest though. However, Qael’Naath did not make them harmless. Their poison was strengthened with mana. Making it far more lethal. More importantly, those poisoned would be temporarily cut off from mana.

Deep in his mind, a little whisper would think of alternatives to what he was doing, what if the poison instead enhanced the mana? What if the creature was rare and mutated into other things quickly? It was a sway towards more chaotic acts, something Qael’Naath had been feeling as of late.

He shrugged the thought off. No, no that wasn’t part of his plan. The poison would cut you off. His mind refocused and he moved on to his next step. He flew over the Anchor and landed again in the Gardens. Which was teeming with life. The place was a true cornucopia. Yes, this would do nicely. Mana was not as thick here as it was on the other side of the mountains. His creature would solve that issue. He gathered some mana in between his hands and mixed it with his own divine power. Slowly they began to take shape, like a flock of small, strange-looking birds. Their long, graceful tail feathers would catch anyone’s eye immediately. Their iridescent color gave away that these birds were not just mundane beasts. They fluttered away from Qael’Naath. Glistering trails followed them. A mortal’s eye could not see it, but the tail feathers were drawing mana every so slightly towards it. It had to, for its wings were made too small. Instead, it subconsciously used wind magic to stay up in the air. The God of Magic watched as the Rainbow Birds flew away. Satisfied with the result.

Once again, he would find himself losing sight, and this time, he would also find himself acting up on his wishes. A sudden obsession with the color scarlet came over him, and, without thinking, he reached for one of the late birds, the red in its rainbow started to consume the other colors, and its unconscious use of mana gained a slight red glow. There was no greater change, but a rarer type of the already rare birds was created, it was a relatively tame action.

Qael’Naath pulled away his influence the moment he realized what was going on. Why did he do that? The color meant nothing. It was simply an effect of the siphoning powers in the feathers. Why would he change it? Something began to puzzle him. Why was he acting so… random? So erratic? Those were questions for later. Now he needed to finalize his mortal creations. For that he went forth and plunged into the ocean.There he found his flow of mana mixed with water rather quickly. Then he noticed that some creation had already felt some attraction towards the Flow. Jellyfishes were dipping in their tentacles into it, capturing whatever came through and eating it. With an outstretched hand, he commanded the flow to momentarily expand and consume the jellyfishes. Who were suddenly pulled into the whirling current. Mana began to infuse into them. Though it was too much. The jellyfishes would die, if not for Qael’Naath’s quick action. He worked his divine power to create a new organ within the jellyfishes. A sack that could hold vast amounts of magical power. He then commanded the flow to spit out the creatures. Who quickly scattered away from it. Taking with them the bulbous organs. Which would every so slowly seed mana in every bit of place they visited.

With the jellyfishes created, Qael’Naath flew back up. From his earlier vantage point in the void he had spotted an excellent place for the next step. It didn’t take long before he found the tiny island just north off of the newly created hilly grasslands. With strange jumping far too high. The island was still barren. Nearly untouched by creation. Not for long. Qael’Naath rested his hand upon the cold stone below and pushed his power deep into the rocky surface. A rumbling traveled through the island. Divine activity was pushing up the molten rock below. The first volcano erupted on the island. Sending a cloud of smoke and ash into the heavens. Lava roiled into the seas. Hardening and joining the land. Another volcano burst open. Then another and another. In total five volcanoes could be seen spitting toxic fumes into the air. Orange glowing lightning crackled in the plumes and the skies darkened. The island had grown enough. But it still wasn’t finished. Underwater cracks formed around it. Water boiled up from it. Turning the water around it into a death zone for the sea life surrounding it. Hundred if not thousands of animals perish. Qael’Naath did not care. Instead the island began to slowly rise from it’s earthly clutches. Underwater lava quickly hardened, but the water kept on boiling off the heat. As the whole island rose from the sea, the God of Magic pushed more divine power into the ground. The hard, basalt rock began to weather, break and shatter. It ground itself down to find grit, sand and even moist dirt. From it, a vast amount of tropical plants grew. Behind him, sandy shores formed around a lagoon that had shed the last of the necessary water across the edge. If one would ignore the rumbling volcanoes and the pitch-black sky, you would believe the island to be a paradise. When it reached its altitude, touching just below the skies, it began to move laterally. The Isle of Xal-Zastarha was created.

[hider=Summary]Qael’Naath creates the Manarachnids in the forests north of the Anchor Mountains. These are special creatures that live off mana and can capture it on their webs. For a moment he ponders upon altering their poison. Afterwards he creates the Rainbow Birds in the Gardens. Yet an erratic desire makes him turn a few birds entirely red. Instead of iridescent. Lastly he created the Flow Jellyfishes. Jellyfishes that can hold vast amounts of mana in a separate organ. When he is done creating life, he finishes up by violently growing an island and uplifting it. Creating the Isle of Xal-Zastarha (and a temporary boiling sea and massive smoke cloud).[/hider]
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Start: 5MP/0DP
0 MP: Create the Manarachnids (originally 1 MP, Discounted to 0)
0 MP: Create the Rainbow Birds (originally 1MP, Discounted to 0)
0 MP: Create the Flow Jellyfishes (originally 1 MP, Discounted to 0)
0 MP: Create the floating Isle of Xal-Zastarha
End: 5MP/0DP
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