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[h2]Enmity[/h2][/center][hr]

Through his hole in reality, Enmity caught a brief sight. A wisp of energy, outside of his knowledge. Unfamiliar to the grounded physicalities he brought to consistency, he followed it through its discordant travel. A whole stream of it, he brought back the tear in reality, overlooking Galbar itself. Not just a stream, whole rivers and oceans of it.

With an invisible needle of power, Enmity plucked some of it up, secreting it away and inspecting it. It was indeed as it first seemed, a new form of energy outside the physical laws. Tentatively placing the wisp back into its stream, the god followed.

He could feel a focal point in the new energy, just ahead of the stream. He pushed ever onwards, watching a floating island grow in the distance. Nobody intercepted him, so he pushed onwards, streaking invisibly towards the island. He had spotted Quall, but Quall had not spotted Enmity.

At least, until Enmity was right on top of the island.

The God of Magic had been utterly obsessed with his floating island. It was to be his crown jewel. In time, mortals would be allowed to come up here. But only the ones worthy. They would walk the grand temple halls that would be carved in the coming years. Or walk the sprawling wild gardens. What all of those buildings would look like, Qael’Naath couldn’t say yet. It all depended on the civilizations that would grow on Galbar. For he would model his temple-complex after all of them combined. Alas, for now, he was meticulously designing every tree that grew or would grow. The placement of every tiny lake. He even dedicated time to the moss growing in the underground lagoons. Right now he was working on one particular tree near the shore of a beautiful, tropical, freshwater lake. Until he noticed a presence upon his island. One much, much too close to have snuck on him unnoticed. He turned around but, for a moment, saw nothing. Yet his divine senses had most certainly alerted him. Then he saw it. The trails of divine power. Radiating in the air. [color=a187be][b]“I implore you to come out of hiding, my sibling.”[/b][/color] Qael’Naath said as he walked towards the sunny beach.

The rasping wheeze emerged from the air, “I am not hiding from you.”

An odd statement for one who clearly did not appear in the physical realm. Alas, Qael’Naath did not think any more persuasion would bring the god out of hiding. Instead, he focused his own divine senses to find where he was. What he found surprised him. Divine power emanating from…nothing. Just air. [color=a187be][b]“You’ve chosen a unique shape.”[/b][/color] The mage-god said as he turned towards the concentration of divine power. [b][color=a187be]“I am Qael’Naath, God of Magic. Lord of the Streams and Flows. And you?”[/color][/b]

The wheeze spoke again, “I am Enmity. I noticed your new streams of energy. Outside the universal constant. I’ve come with a peace offering.”

His streams? Outside the universal constant? A laughable accusation. Mana was part of creation. It had always existed. It adheres to all natural laws. Yet he did not desire hostility just yet. [color=a187be][b]“Speak and I will hear your offer.”[/b][/color] He said as he sat down in the sands.

“I can create guardians of the streams for you. To prevent its misuse and to help bring into the physical law,” Enmity rasped at the god.

The God of Magic wanted to refuse outright. Why should he accept such an offer and allow [i]his[/i] streams to be guarded over by someone else’s creations? He was capable enough to protect them himself. Furthermore, he required no help to bring them into physical law. They were already part of nature. That was enough. Then again, would this god take rejection well? [color=a187be][b]“Your offer is appreciated.”[/b][/color] Qael’Naath said. [color=a187be][b]“Yet it is unrequired. Mana’s place in this universe has been chosen and I see it fit to stay there.”[/b][/color]

The pocket of divine power wavered a moment, before Enmity spoke, “It is a peace offering. If it is unrequired, then it will do no harm to do it regardless.”

[color=a187be][b]“An offer of peace is given only when at war. We are not at war, Enmity. Nor is my dominion in conflict with yours. As for it being harmless. No interference is totally harmless. I wish you well in all endeavors, my brother. And know that you have my solemn oath: mana will never break the laws of nature. But I cannot give you more.”[/b][/color] Qael’Naath said as he rose up again from the sands and went back to the tree he was adapting. Perhaps it should be a bit taller so it could offer a bit more shade for the future tea pavilion.

Enmity wheezed, “Very well,” letting the island drift away from him. Once the island vanished over the horizon, he got to work. His tear in reality flew over the anchor mountains, where he had previously worked, and plans began to form. Divine power rippled through the air as stones formed from nothing, fizzling into the air as power coalesced into being.

The stones stacked upon each other in the air, slowly building up from thin, needlelike foundations at the bottom. Melded together, they sturdily held their ground against both the violent winds and the weight of the stones above them. Layer upon layer went on, the creation [url=https://i.imgur.com/S8EaDVD.jpg]taking shape.[/url] A castle of white, floating in the air, suspended upon thin needles that pushed against the gravity of Galbar, Enmity still felt as though it required something.

With consideration, Enmity brought forth into existence great plates of jade, layering them atop a number of the towers, doming them in. Topped with needles same to those on the bottom, they both provided beauty as well as stability. Then, entering the castle itself, Enmity got to work. Furniture was placed and banners of the great machine placed.

Once Enmity was finished, the castle was practical, if sparse. It floated, suspended in the air, devoid of occupants. The god then began work on the second part of the project. A ball of divine energy burst into existence, slowly beginning to compress itself down. Inside, gravity wavered and air heated.

Enmity stressed over the details, molding the gravity slowly and exactly. Sparks of electricity emerged, forced by the hard gravitational forces down the path of least resistance. Hundreds of thousands of small gravitational routes, quickly growing to millions. Growing constantly more complex.

Carefully, knowledge was carved into these routes. Words of the original lifeblood, physical law, and the universal constant. Wants carefully calibrated and convictions steeled, the core of the being was programmed to what Enmity required. Finally, once the creature had come to be, all it required was a name. Enmity slashed it into the routes of the core.

Then the ball of divine energy dissipated. Two invisible eyes swivelled to the castle, then to the tear in reality.

“Jehudiel,” Enmity wheezed, the voice booming across the being, “you know why you were created. I entrust you with our universal constant.”

The creature of gravitons and ions racked its mind, and knew that Enmity was right. It understood, implicitly, and with a husky voice insignificant to its creator, spoke, “I will not fail the universal constant.”

A hacking grind of cogs, then a rasp, “You will not do it alone. I will create you a hundredfold, to your specifications, for I trust your judgement. This castle is yours. Enter, and learn its halls. When you are ready, come to the highest tower. There I will create your council.”

The creature, whose existence was only visible through the fogging of air reacting against gravitational drop offs, and the ever present sparking glow of electricity, dipped its head in acknowledgement and assent. The air violently shimmered as it flew into the castle.

For hours it explored the castle, coming to understand the winding halls and passages, the defenses, and the inner workings. It arranged the furniture to its liking, and inspected banners with eye for detail and an appreciation. It learned how the castle held itself aloft, and it learned how to make the castle move.

Then it came to the uppermost atrium, from there the uppermost tower. Looking out across the mountains, Enmity’s tear in reality awaited Jehudiel. It turned to look at the creature expectantly. Jehudiel began to instruct, “I do not want sycophants. I want the brilliant, and the shrewd. I should not rule by fiat, but by worthiness, and should I grow stagnant, I wish that any one of them be capable of taking my place.”

Ringed about the castle, the balls of divine energy compressed and began to work tirelessly. Jehudiel continued, “Experience and competition will be the crucible through which the best of us all shall rule, and they should not be afraid to compete. This is what I wish for.”

The balls of divine energy ratcheted, as Enmity wheezed, “What you wish will be granted.” Jehudiel looked out upon the forming siblings, holding back a welling of pride. Then, the balls of divine energy burst. Jehudiel’s species was born. The god wheezed, “I shall leave you to them. You will have to teach them what I have given you.”

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Enmity finds mana
Enmity is spooked by it, and follows the streams to find the creator
Enmity finds Qual, and tries to make a peace offering.
Qual says it's not needed, and Enmity leaves.
Feeling rejected and threatened, Enmity goes over the anchor mountain and creates a floating castle. Its name is the Fortress of the Constant.
To fill this castle, he creates a species of gravity-electric elementals, named the Gravitationals.
The first Gravitational, Jehudiel, is made, and is smarter and more powerful than any other to come.
Jehudiel gets to explore his new castle and is told he will get to decide what his subordinates are like.
He decides he’s gonna game of thrones it, and wants them to be competitive and clever.
The rest of the species, to a sustainable population, is made. Jehudiel will have to teach them all, cause they didn’t get all the knowledge he did.
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Enmity - 0 DP, 5 MP
-1 MP, original price 2, to create Gravitationals. Discounted to 1 through the electricity port.
-2 MP, create a floating castle that is super robust and not easily damaged. This is a holy site for Enmity.
-1 MP, create Jehudiel, an extraordinary version of otherwise more mundane Gravitationals, who is thus more powerful and knowledgeable.
Enmity - 0 DP, 1 MP

Creations:
Gravitational, extraordinary species made of gravitational currents and vast amounts of electricity.

Fortress of the Constant, a floating castle. It has the following titles;
Floating I: Drifts over the landscape, and can be moved through the air.
Unbreakable I: It is significantly stronger structurally than its components would suggest.

Jehudiel, the Regent, a hero made off the base template of Gravitationals. He has the following title;
Leader I, Jehudiel can navigate the reigns of power efficiently and can better inspire underlings.
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