[color=DAA520][b][h1][center]Act one, Scene Three, Yamat and the North[/center][/h1][/b][/color] [hr] Yamat descended the mountains and found himself walking across the wide open plains of Toraan, he gazed upon the massive tree in the far distance. He looked upon his arms, the golden sigils still steamed and hissed, the flesh around them had become burnt looking, his power had been depleted a great deal from making the Earth Breaker, once more he gazed upon the tree, they could wait, he needed to rest. As he turned back towards the north, a new presence came unto him, it was faint and far off in the distance but it was incredibly drawing, he needed to find it. He walked towards the north rapidly, leaving behind him the mighty Tree, he would come back there later, once he was stronger. [hr] As he passed through the mountains the air grew colder, he found himself within mighty highlands, dominated by hills and a giant river. The presence had grown closer, it was not as powerful as the ones of the Prairies or the Mountains, but it was still so enticing, and so Yamat continued to walk, closer and closer. What he came upon was something he had never seen before, it was a small collection of tent-like buildings, crafted together from hide and bone, smoke emerged from some of the tent’s tops and these strange creatures moved about. They were unlike anything Yamat had ever seen, they did not cover themselves up like his Reshut with masks and robes, instead they kept their faces free, they were, strange looking, but it was obvious the presence he had felt came from these beings. Yamat watched these beings intently, he observed their movements and actions from a distance, intrigued by their way of life. Then, something interesting happened, an old figure, who Yamat assumed to be the leader of this small group, gathered everyone in their central area, with him were two strong looking men carrying a large sack, which Yamat could tell was filled with food, though, not a lot. The elder began to distribute the food, they were small morsels, a single family barely getting enough to survive, it was then when Yamat realized that these creatures were incredibly thin, the smaller children looked almost on the verge of death. That, is when it all clicked in his mind, he could help these creatures, in his own special way. His form shifted to that of an old man similar to that of the elder, his eyes covered by a golden cloth and the rest of his body covered by a golden robe with cuts and gashes upon his back. He stepped forward into the village, greeting the gathered creatures. [color=DAA520]”Greetings children.”[/color] He spoke softly, doing his best to not agitate the villagers. The elder spun around, the gathered villagers stepped back, shocked at the sudden appearance of the figure. “W..who are you?” The elder asked. [color=DAA520]”I am a, concerned party, I have noticed your people’s predicament.”[/color] He gestured to the sack and food or well, lack of it. The elder turned towards his people, the small scraps of food in their hands “Why….yes, we have very little food, savage creatures have been making hunting hard and we have already lost some of our best...can you help us?” the elder’s voice was shaky, obviously these people had endured a lot already. [color=DAA520]”Why, of course I can help,[/color] He walked slowly towards the center of the village [color=DAA520]”for you see, I hold great power and can grant a blessing upon your people.”[/color] “Are you…a god?” The elder asked, on the verge of kneeling, as were the other villagers. [color=DAA520]”Yes, I am.”[/color] In an instant the villagers had fallen to their knees, many avoiding Yamat’s gaze. “Please great one,” The elder said, “Please save us.” He grabbed Yamat’s arm as soon as he was close enough, and looked at him with eyes filled with sorrow, pleading for relief. Yamat crouched, meeting the elder’s height [color=DAA520]”Have no fear my children, I will save you,”[/color] He rose, and spoke to the crowd [color=DAA520]”Gather round, sit, and close your eyes, breath softly, I will give you all the gift of the gods.”[/color] They did as they were told, gathering in a circle around the god, sitting down, children in mother’s laps, fathers next to them, a small child gazed up at Yamat, a ting of fear within their eye. [color=DAA520]”Do not be afraid, young one.”[/color] Yamat spoke, softly cradling the child’s head in his hand [color=DAA520]”Sit down, it will all be fixed soon.”[/color] The child nodded and softly sat down upon the cold earth, closing their eyes alongside the other villagers. Yamat stood in the center, raising his arms, his form began to shift away, replaced by the blackened skin and burning yellow runes, his halo and mask reformed and his height grew. He began to conduct his invisible music once more, the glowing runes and halo illuminating the growing dark village. The villagers did as they were told, sitting, closed eyes, the elder began to softly sing a song, the others followed. To Yamat, it almost felt as if he were conducting them. [b][i]CRACK, SNAP[/I][/B] Bones brokes, flesh tore open, the voices did not waver, it was not painful, but they could feel it, the blessing of the gods upon them. Their forms twisted and contorted, bone and flesh fusing and snapping into new shapes, their two arms became four, mouths filled with pointed sharp teeth, their flesh became a pallid grey, then, each one began to transform differently. The hunters, what remained of them, became bukly, their legs became digitigrade ending with clawed grotuegse feet, their hands clawed, goat like horns broke free through their foreheads, their snouts and jaws elongated with the end parts of their wolf like jaws being free of flesh and skin, purely bone, and their eyes and ears became wolf-like, and finally blood red fur grew in haggard patches instead of their normal hair. Their minds were stuffed full of savage thoughts, geared for the hunt, they were still sapient but could rarely think beyond that of hunting down food. The non hunters had their eyes become a deep fleshy red and their hair became a stark white, twisted and jagged elk like horns broke free from their skulls, their bones grew jagged and the flesh and tissue gave way to allow them to be double jointed, their legs twisted and snapped into a unguligrade form, ending with cloven hooves and two whip like tails sprouted from their lower backs. Their minds were kept the same as before, now adapted and used to their new forms, yet a hunger grew inside them. The women retained a good deal of their old beauty, bone growths and plates covered their skin, with some portions becoming a fleshy blood red, their hair becoming flesh like and plates covered their eyes and top of their heads, leaving their mouths free, their feet twisted and became anew, with jagged and pointed heels, and long and thick fleshy tails emerged from their lower backs. Their minds were heightened, made greater than what it was before, their senses too had become heightened due to their lack of normal eyesight, but much like the others, they felt a hunger within. The children were spared most of the transformations, only gaining the base amounts to determine their future form between the three types. Yamat gazed upon his newest creations, they were utterly perfect in his mind, he continued his playing just a little bit longer, enough to instill in them something more, that hunger they had all felt. Only flesh could sate the hunger they felt deep within their stomachs, the flesh of beasts could sate them, but the flesh of sapients, beings like them or what they were before the gift was given to them, could sate them so much more. The villagers gazed upon their new forms, taking in every last bit of their twisted bones and flesh, their massive horns, or even just sitting there, letting it all wash over them. The elder was the first to speak after the silence that ensued. “What did you do to us?” The elder’s voice was full of fear, unsure of how to react. [color=DAA520]”I gave you my blessing, simple as that, you asked me to fix your problem.”[/color] Yamat opened his arms, gesturing towards the villagers, many of whom were still shocked at the drastic transformation. [color=DAA520]”And so, I did just that, in my own little special way.”[/color] “This is...now what I expected.” [color=DAA520]”Well, it is what I have given you, trust me, this will solve, all of your problems.”[/color] Yamat drew closer to the elder, staring him down with his single bright eye. “What...what do we do now?” He asked, gazing up in awe at Yamat’s full form. [color=DAA520]”Well, you can feel that hunger deep inside you can you not?”[/color] The elder nodded, Yamat reached down, picking up a small berry from the food assembled around, [color=DAA520]”Well, plants like this will not sate you or your people, so you will not have to worry about gathering, instead, only flesh will sate you, that of beasts or..”[/color] The god trailed off, looking at the elder. “Or what?” the elder asked, looking upon his people, who had begun to slowly get up, adapting to their new forms, the hunters already seemed to be on the scent of something, and looked anticipatingly towards the elder and Yamat. [color=DAA250]”The flesh of other beings like you, those who can think for themselves, sapients, if you will,”[/color] Yamat crouched down once more, placing his hand upon the forehead of the elder [color=DAA250]”I'm sure you or your hunters can find some of those.”[/color] The elder gazed upon the hunters, their eyes full of hunger “Yes...yes we can.” he muttered, his voice losing the fear it once had. [color=DAA250]”Good, I suggest you begin your hunt then, but, remember the god who gave you this blessing, I, Yamat, always worship me.”[/color] “Of course my lord.” The elder rose, looking upon the hunters “Gather your gear, you have a hunt to perform.” He spoke, the hunters smiled, and walked away, the scent of flesh eagerly pushing them forward. The elder turned back towards Yamat, yet the god had vanished, the elder looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen. He did not stay concerned about this, focusing himself upon his new people, he did not know why but a name came to him at that time, the Iskrill. He gathered his people, they had work to do. [hr] Yamat gazed upon his new people from a distance, sitting upon a hill overlooking their village, they would be incredibly useful to his beautiful play. For now, he accepted allowing his new creations to gather themselves, grow, and expand, besides, his power was wanning, his runes had grown dim and his flesh looked horrid. He sighed, so many plans had to wait, he looked eastward, he opted to instead head back east, towards the isles he landed upon, check upon his lovely Reshut and see how they were doing. The god turned, and slowly walked from the highlands, another of his gifts delivered, a glorious play forming in his mind. [hider=summary] Yamat, growing weak opts to regain his power instead of giving another gift to the mighty tree in the south, but, as he turns north, he discovers another presence that entices him, and so he heads north to the boreal highlands. There he finds a village of humans, ones who have very little food due to their hunters being killed by savage creatures [i]cough[/i] trolls [i]cough[/i], Yamat opts to aid this tribe in his own way. Appearing to the humans in his base form, he offers them a blessing to aid them, something the starving villagers are eager to accept. His blessing proves to be a transformation, creating the humans into a new species, the Iskrill, a horrifying race of new sinews and bone built to Yamat’s sick qualifications, but, Yamat does not cure their hunger, instead he directs it somewhere else, to sate the now ever present hunger deep within them, they must eat the flesh of either beast or sapients, with sapients being far better for them. He then explains this all to the elder of the new race, and demands they worship him always. At this point, Yamat leaves the new race to gather as he heads back to the Kylsar Isles, home of his beautiful Reshut to rest and regain his strength [/hider] [hider=mp summary] Staring: 2mp/1dp 2mp=Create a new sapient species, the Iskrill, humans who begged for release from their starvation and food problems transformed into creatures who hunger for the flesh of their former brethren, divided into three groups of hunters, non-hunters, and the women. Ending: 0mp/1dp [/hider]