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Fe’ris flew around Galbar, tired of the same old skies over Toraan. The furred reptilian of the air needed a change of pace.

He flapped hard, his wings creating powerful gusts as they propelled him over the vast ocean. Far below, rugged swampland rotted, permeating the clouds with the stink of saltwater and mire. The mortals wore odd masks to hide their faces, and nasty things lurked in the mucky water. No, this wasn’t suitable. He had to keep going.

He extended his wings and flew further, further, and further still, testing his boundless strength to see how far it would take him. The countless islands blurred into green and brown smudges against an aquamarine background, and he kept going, pushing himself until he found more land.

This time, he struck gold. A lengthy continent of white sand beaches and thick forest sprawled below, its terrain uneven and grasslands many. It lacked large populations of mortals, and the other gods had not lavished over it like they had Toraan. It would suit his purposes well.

A flap of those powerful wings, and an enormous sandstone monolith erupted, huge swathes of it crumbling off and collapsing onto the land below. Upon its flattened peak, a tropical rainforest grew, submerged in a perpetual mist that glowed like fire when the sun hit it. Around the red mesa, the land became cracked and arid, sprinkled with tough shrubs and stubby grasses. Tiny mammals with powerful hind legs dug their way up from between the gouges in the reddened land, their fur short to keep the dust out. Where there were watering holes, there were dense populations of sharp toothed aquatic lizards, giant tortoises, and even a few river hydras, their hides toughened by the intense sun. The trees that sprang up around the water were pungent, smelling like cinnamon and radiating a highly flammable haze. Catlike creatures with masked faces and thick, puffy white tails flocked to the leaves, eating them in large batches before passing out in the baking sun. Smaller variants of the stone birds grew from the sand, their feathers striped to blend in with the dusty desert. Hounds with wide, floppy ears and eight eyes appeared, eager to hunt the small mammals and slow tortoises. A great many venomous snakes slithered out from around the claws of the enormous hydras, stealing away into the many nooks and crannies of the arid and semi-arid desert. 

Almost as an afterthought, Fe’ris flew up to a spot along the side of the sandstone rise, which loomed a thousand feet over the dry surface. He touched his nose to the red rock, and a crack splintered the stone, spewing forth clean, fresh water. A shard of rock stabbed at his nose, sending droplets of blood into it, staining the stream a deep crimson. He narrowed his violet eyes at it, and the spring bubbled, the dusty ground below swirling and shimmering at its liquid touch. One of the white, cat-sized creatures approached, four small berries clutched in its paws. Wide eyed, it plunged its paws into the stained water, and when it removed them, a different, larger fruit emerged, the same size as the berries combined. Happy now, the creature stuffed the fruit in its cheeks and scampered off, chittering cheerfully to itself.

Pleased, Fe’ris left the Shifting Font, eager for the day sapients might find it and unlock its powers.

[hider=Summary]
Fe’ris visita Kubrazjar and creates the Galbar equivalent of the Australian Outback, complete with saltwater crocodiles, kangaroos and wallabies, giant tortoises, some hydras, cinnamon eucalyptus trees, black and white “red pandas,” sand birds, spider dingoes, and venomous snakes.

He also makes a magic fountain of water, which, when in contact with blood, can transmute objects into other objects of equal value.
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[hider=MP Summary]
Fe’ris: 2MP/2DP

Free: create an ecosystem
Free: create a shit ton of species

Shifting Font: Holy Site (2 MP)(4DP total, 2 free with ambition port)

Compromising Waters II: Whoever visits the Shifting Font must speak aloud what they want it to do. Depending on this, the fountain can combine objects, or exhaust them both to create something equal to the sum of their values. Ex. Combining two knives to make a shortsword, or four grapes to make a peach. The Font is more likely to produce misshapen objects when larger objects are fed to it.

Area of Effect IV: Anyone within a fifty mile radius will feel compelled to visit the Shifting Font and contribute something to its waters. The desire grows increasingly strong the closer someone gets to it, to the point where anyone directly next to the fountain is incapable of resisting the urge to shed blood and make something new. The urge disappears as soon as something is created, and will remain dissipated for 48 hours, before it begins to grow again, in direct relation to proximity to the font.

The Shifting Font is only activated when it comes in contact with blood. Without blood, it resembles a normal spring of water. It also does not work on living creatures, and cannot be used to create objects that do not already exist.

Transmutation 4/5

End 0MP/0DP
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