[center][b][h1][color=a187be]Qael'Naath[/color][/h1][/b][/center][hr]
The God of Magic was quite exhausted when he finally touched down upon his own island. The wound still ached, and while it had healed while on his travels, it was still draining him. The isle itself was still an ashen scar in the skies. Copses of burned trees were standing out like black, skeletal fingers. The once beautiful lotus pond where Qael’Naath had released himself from his chaotic impulses had been so thoroughly destroyed that if he didn’t know its exact location, he would’ve never found it. But the Crown had finally quieted down. He had to rebuild, but first he had to know just how deeply broken his land was. The surface was doomed for sure. There was just nothing left to salvage. Slowly he went through the underground tunnels and caves. Hoping to find something. Anything! All he got were half-molten caves, tunnels that were blocked by recently cooled lava, and evaporated underground lagoons. That didn’t change no matter how deep he went. All around him was just black destruction. He pushed through though, until he heard a faint sound. At first he thought it was the wind, but no. It was something different. Something alive!

He rushed through the tunnels now. Not caring that they were scarred or collapsed. He tore through them with reckless abandon. Heading straight for the sound. When he found it, he dropped to his knees. A collapsed tunnel had spared a small, underground pool of water. Within the water he found small little tadpoles swimming around with various green algae to feed upon. While above the water flies buzzed, which got eaten in turn by small, scaly lizards. It felt like a miracle but not one he performed. Did another god visit his island? He didn’t know, and quite frankly he didn’t care. He dipped his hands into the water and the curious creatures immediately swarmed his hand. Probably more to see if he was food. A powerful love overtook him. A love he hadn’t felt for any of his creations before. Sure, he cherished Xal-Zastarha but this love for those living creatures. Who had survived such an onslaught. That was something deeper. Was this how gods felt when they created their own children? Did they love them as much as he loved the little lizards and tadpoles? Perhaps. He would have to ask.

But his mind pulled him back towards the shattered world above. This place was not suited for life. Inevitability the tadpoles and lizards would die as well. Leaving nothing. No, he had to save them. He had to prepare the world for them! So he rushed upwards again. When standing on the cliff of his floating island, he could see the mountains of Black Rock and the forests underneath. It would do. He lifted both his arms and in the distance, a few mountains began to crack. Qael’Naath continued to pour his strength into the act. More cracks formed across the great mountains, which flowed down into the woods around them. Blocks of dirt and trees began to float upwards, towards the island. Then pieces of the mountain shattered and joined in. Slowly the ground pushed itself against the island. While stone encased it. Xal-Zastarha grew gradually. All the while a mountain shattered and gave up all its stone. But it wasn’t just Xal-Zastarha that was healed and seeded with new earth. Around it, above it and under it islands formed. None as big as the main island. In total, Xal-Zastarha more than tripled in size. With the next largest island around its formation as big as Xal-Zastarha once was. When Qael finally lowered his arms again, he was pleased with the result. Yes, this would do nicely for the start of the new life. His life.

He wasn’t done though. Once more he poured his divine power into the earth and ash and rock. It chained towards the other islands as well. Upon Xal-Zastarha itself he recreated the jungles and hot lakes. Unlike his previous creation though, the island was now wild and generally unchecked. He could not afford to design every bit and piece of it again. Though he made sure that for his soon to be created children it would be a lush paradise. The other islands got their dedicated functions as well. The isle of Xal-Nuathl became home to a massive lake stretching almost from edge to edge. With a few atoll like islands scattered around in it. He took some creations from the Surface-Reef below and delicately planted them on his own shores. While underwater all sorts of green and life was seeded as well. The Isle of Xal-Yaoxaual became a place of more temperate plains. With a few trees scattered about. None the less it was a fertile and expansive place. With gentle, soothing, rolling hills. The purpose of Xal-Necahual was simple. It was pure stone and rock. An island without a flat surface. Instead, it was filled with mountains and deep crevices. Filled to the brim with natural minerals. Much smaller, lesser islands, were created as well. Some with a function. Some simply to offer space or a new perspective upon the now orbiting island formation. When he was done though, Xal-Zastarha was greater than ever.

When, he found himself done he rushed back down into the dark, damp cave where he had found the tadpoles. He took a deep breath as he pushed both his hands into the water. It instantly shone bright yellow. Like the sun had been poured into it. It illuminated the entire cave. Underwater, divine energy began to alter the tadpoles. Accelerating their metamorphosis. Soon the first began to pop up above water but Qael wasn’t done. He pushed things further, altering the newly formed creatures their biology and size. They grew until they were bigger than a man. Slowly large, bulbous toad-like creatures crawled out of the golden pool and surrounded their god as he made more them. When he was done, he turned around to look at his creations. They weren’t pretty in the slightest, but their minds were magnificent. Their thoughts were orderly, unemotional and logical. If they didn’t know something, they would experiment. Yes, they were almost perfect. Almost, because Qael decided that they had to be more. First, he bound their existence to the mana that was everywhere on the island. Then he imbued their orderly minds with a talent for spell crafting and sorcery.

He was not done, however. He lifted his hands from the pool and let the divine light shine into the cave. Every lizard touched began to grow at a rapid pace. Some could not hold on to the ceiling of the cave. Man-sized lizards fell into the water. Only to emerge out of it, fully formed. With sharp predatory senses, strong, corded muscles and an indomitable will. Like all previous creations, he bound their existence to the mana and made them talented sorcerers.

Then he slowly guided them up towards the surface of Xal-Zastarha. Into the newly formed thick jungle, he had made. The place was full of small insects. Snacks for the newly created Eloxochitli. It was also a requirement for their existence. Because in a bid to lower the time they had to spent to eat, Qael’Naath had made them cold-blooded. This too then, allowed them to enter deep states of hibernation. Before he let them loose upon the land, he would talk to them first. He had to. So he sat down amid them and urged them to do the same. The smart, toad-like creatures named Eloxochitli were woefully outnumbered by the stronger Itztli who surrounded them. Qael’Naath told them everything he knew without reservations. He told them about the siblings he knew. He told them about the world, the places he knew of, the creatures he had seen. Glassy eyes watched him. No doubt numerous things would be forgotten, but he felt it. His creations contained his greatest virtue: they were curious beyond measure. Many tried to soak up every word he said. The Eloxochitli were vastly more successful than the Itztli. When his story ended, it was finally time for their purpose.

To the Eloxochitli he explained that their minds are akin to his own. Structured, reasoned, orderly. This was no accident, for they would devise the ‘Divine spells’. Spells that could only be created by biologically greatly enhanced minds who also received the blessing of the god of magic. These spells would be the spells he would create if he had the time. Aside from that, they would also be the leaders of the Itztli.

To the Itztli he explained that they were strong and while still mentally gifted compared to their ancestors, their purpose laid elsewhere. For most of them, their purpose would be on Xal-Zastarha and the islands around it. To protect it against possible invaders, and build it up into what mortals thought a palace of a god should look like. The design itself, he said, would be for the Eloxochitli. He instilled a deep respect for each other into a biological level into the creations.

When his stories and tasks ended, the creatures went on their own ways. To discover the island and the magic they were gifted with. Qael’Naath, meanwhile, heard the call of newly created sapience still. There were others still ungifted. His wound had healed a little bit more now though. What use would he be if he could barely travel the world? So instead of answering the call, he decided to stay upon his island formation. Tending it and adding the required details. Xal-Zastarha veered off north-east then. Heading for the prairie.

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Qael observes his island and finds almost everything destroyed. Even underground the divine battle destroyed the majority of the cave systems. However, he finds one underground spot that was spared. It has a tiny pool with tadpoles, some lizards and some flies. He rejoices and experiences a deep love for the creatures that survived. So he decides to make Xal-Zastarha into a full-fledged place to live in for the creatures. Along with several other floating islands around it that they might use. He then uplifts the lizards and tadpoles into the Itztli and Eloxochitli respectively.

The Eloxochitli are blessed with the ability to manipulate mana and talents for sorcery and spellcasting. The Itztli are blessed with the ability to manipulate mana and have a natural talent towards sorcery. Qael realizes there are still many races that must receive his blessing, but instead opts to stay at Xal-Zastarha for a while to refine its details. The flying island group now travels north-east towards the prairie.
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[b]Start: 5MP / 5DP[/b]
-0 MP >> Significantly changing the landscape
-0 MP >> Creating a large ecosystem
-2 MP >> Create sapient race: Eloxochitli 
-2 MP >> Create sapient race: Itztli
-0 MP >> Discounted from 1 MP, Bless both races each with the ability to manipulation of mana
-1 DP >> Bless Eloxochitli with a talent for Sorcery
-1 DP >> Bless Eloxochitli with a talent for Spellcasting
-1 DP >> Bless Itztli with a talent for Sorcery
[b]End: 1MP / 2DP[/b]

[b]Portfolio progress[/b]
Spellcasting: 1/5
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