[b][h1][center]Act two, Scene three: the puppet’s strings.[/center][/h1][/b]

Yamat had heard the message, how could he not? It was loud, annoyingly loud, able to pierce into his personal prison, the voice of whoever it was was no help either, Yamat made the mental note to avoid whichever god had made the announcement, he had no interest in speaking to a god with that voice for long. 

Now the message itself, now [i]that[/i] was what Yamat cared about. A way to craft his beautiful play on Galbar without fear of the lifeblood? This was almost too good to believe, but, believe it he must, it gave him a shred of hope that he could influence the world a lot more directly. 

Yamat walked through his barren prison, its wild wind whipping around him, kicking up the grey dust into swirling tornado like forms. He traveled until he came upon bleached white bones, half buried in the grey dirt, their form was strange, they were not something he had ever seen upon the world, they seemed to have burn marks on them, strange. Wherever they came from, they would be fitting for his new project. 

With a snap he pulled the bones out of the dust, not caring if the bones were broken, fractured, or still attached to the other parts, they would work for his design regardless. 

 He gathered the bleached and burnt bones and put them into a pile. They clattered softly into the grey ash, Yamat kneeled down, his long lanky arms reaching out to touch the near fossils. He arranged them in a humanoid fashion, fusing broken bones together in strange ways and shapes, hip and legs bones fused with arm and shoulder bones to form strange jagged limbs, some bones were shattered further and fused to form grotesque hands and feet, a chest of broken ribs and shattered spines, and finally a head of broken skulls, shaped like a humanoid but with misshapen eye holes.

The base had been completed, now the other parts needed to be added. Long golden strips of cloth emerged from Yamat’s hands, wrapping themselves around the now fused bones, tightening itself to give them some structure and keep them together, covering every inch of the body, then came beautiful black robes with large hood to cover the face, long sleeves and reaching down to the bodies ankles, with the edge given a golden colouration. 

Then came the last part, from each of Yamat’s fingers came long red tendon like strings, injecting themselves into the limbs and joints of the new body, pulsing softly for a few moments. 

With a jerk of his hand, Yamat forced the body up, first its torso, then using its arms and legs to fully stand up. 

[color=DAA250]”Rise and shine…”[/color] Yamat paused, should he give this thing a name? Did it deserve a name? He guessed even puppets should have a name, every actor needed a title after all. [color=DAA250]”Rise and shine, Mathius.”[/color]

The puppet, Mathius as it were, groaned in a haggard straining voice, as if their non existent voice strings were coarse and rubbed against one another. [color=A52A2A]”What? Who? where?...”[/color] he spoke, his head drooping and turning, trying to gather in the area.

Yamat jerked his left pinky, forcing the head to keep itself upwards, [color=DAA250]”You are, my avatar, my personal link to the moral world, my key,”[/color] he pulled open the strings, dragging Mathius closer to him [color=DAA250]”To have more control over my beautiful play.”[/color]

Mathius stumbled, nearly falling, only saved by the strings keeping him aloft, slowly lifting his head up to the god. [color=A52A2A]“What...the hell, does that mean?”[/color] he asked, his voice straining to be above that of a whisper. 

[color=DAA250]”You, my dear Mathius, will be my conduit to create tragedy across the mortal plane, making sure the great play continues its acts.”[/color] Yamat waved one hand, sending half of Mathius’ body sprawling as a whirling portal opened up. [color=DAA250]”This shall put you in the northern highlands of Toraan, feel free to wander around while I think up some scenes.”[/color]

[color=A52A2A]”Wha-”[/color] the avatar could barely get any words out before Yamat flung both his hands towards the portal, sending Mathius flying through the rift. Slowly the tendon like strings faded away, before the portal closed in the blink of an eye. Yamat slowly curled his fingers, still feeling the connection with his puppet. He could see through his eyes as well as Mathius tumbled through the trees. Fitting. For now, the play could continue.

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Yamat hears Cadien’s annoying announcement and decides to give it a try, using the bones of creatures the lifeblood totally didn’t drop into a volcano; he crafts the basis of his avatar and gives it some more form. He then connects to it and brings it to life, naming it Mathius, who is very confused, Yamat gives him some cryptic explanations about his duty before yeeting him through a portal to the highlands. 

People Yamat have yeeted: 1
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