[b][h1][center]Act Two, Scene Four: The Pit of Yamashin[/center][/h1][/b] Yamat walked through his prison, its winds wiping up the dirt and ash, he had another plan for his beautiful play, he just needed the right place. He came upon a wide open area of the wastes, surrounded on all sides by the grey fractured mountains that dotted the desert, shielding it mostly from the piercing winds but not from the black sun ever present in the sky and with nary a ruin or bone pile in sight, perfect for his little idea. He began by drawing a circle in the dirt, a massive one, encompassing the entirety of the open area, a deep gouge into the ashen dust of his realm. It was nearly a mile wide and a mile long, it would be enough for his plan. He stood at one end of the pit, raising his hands, his runic skin glowing once more. In an instant the dust inside the circle vanished within seconds, forming a deep, deep, deep, pit, so deep that one could not see its bottom, even Yamat had to admit he himself did not know how deep it was, but that did not matter, what mattered is what would be put inside. Yamat continued conducting, and the pit began to fill. A thick black sludge began to fill the pit from the bottom up, eventually coming just to the edge of the top where it seemed to bubble and shift as if alive, then it began to grow red eyes, thousands upon thousands of them, blinking at random iterations and darting about taking in their newfound existence. The sludge now existed as a being, tentacles covered in red eyes formed and sloshed about, grasping the edge of the pit or waving in the air. The sludge was alive, not in a traditional way though, it was not some singular being, that would be, far too much effort for the god, instead, the sludge was made up of thousands and thousands of tiny, tiny, little organisms, by themselves these organism were practically useless and completely innoticable, but if enough gathered they could form themselves an autonomous colony that acted like its own singular being. Yamat had no name for them currently, he instead figured he would allow the mortals to name when the time came, of course, he needed to give mortals the ability to summon forth his newest creations, he once more raised his glowing runic arms, conducting a gift for the mortals down upon Galbar. [hr] Two servants, one in Toraan, one in Kubrajzar, going about their duties, unaware of both each other and of the great machinations of the gods far beyond their perception. Suddenly, they gained a vision, images being branded into their mind and whispers detailing the actions. It was a ritual, one to summon portions of the sludge of the great pit, A bowl of water, some blood, a simple spell, from that would come the beings who could be used as devoted servants, so long as they were fed some mana. The two servants were not the only ones amongst the two continents to get the visions, but they were amongst the select few chosen to know how to summon what would come to be known as “Demons” first, the technique would expand of course, but it would have to take its time. Tales would emerge regardless, those with magic accompanied by strange creatures, black goo-like bodies and oftentimes countless red eyes, some taking shapes similar to other beings, other times being strange and entirely unique. Demonmancers became a strange yet known sight across the two continents, they were still rare, but the sight of one would leave an everlasting impression to many, the sight of the strange creatures rarely left their memories. [hr] Yamat was pleased with his new children, they were already leaving their mark upon Galbar, while they were not the most direct of his creations in regards to the great play, he was sure they would play their part soon enough, he just had to make sure to check on the pit every now and then. For now though, his mind turned elsewhere, his mind ever racing and filled with countless ideas, he had another great idea, he just needed the perfect candidate, for now he paced once more across his endless plane, his great play ever being worked upon, the playmaker’s work never finished. [hider=scene summary] Yamat has another great idea and finds a place in his realm for it, he creates for himself a massive pit(henceforth the Pit of Yamashin) that endlessly descends downward. He then creates demons, at least, the massive goo soup that encompasses all of demon kind and is the main point that they are summoned from upon Galbar, he then gives servants in Toraan and Kurbajzar the ability to summon forth these demons using a specific magical ritual. With this done he continues to think up ideas, his work never done. [/hider] [hider=mp usage] Starting mp/dp: 5mp, 5dp 3mp-Create Demons: What many in Galbar would refer to as a Demon are actually colonies of thousands of parasitic organisms that organizate from the Pit of Yamashin, these organisms are inherently drawn towards mana and without that, the very lifeforce of mortals. Demons take a variety of forms, with two colonies rarely being the same, though summoners have a moderate degree of control to what the colony shapes itself as, generally as well the larger the colony, the more powerful the demon. Demon colonies outside of the pit require either a steady stream of mana from their summoner or, in a more, brutal method, a demon colony can be infused with a mortal, at which point the colony will embed itself upon the mortal’s body and feed off its lifeforce, these half-demon creatures are more feral than their summoned cousins and will eventually die off, with the body depleted and the demons returning to the Pit, but are less exhausting to create and upkeep. 2mp-give the servants of Toraan and Kurb the ability to summon demons using a specific method: The way to summon a demon is a rather simple endeavor, all one needs is a bowl of water, with a larger bowl required to summon larger demons, a knife, and the spell crafted by Yamat to summon forth the essence of the Pit of Yamashin. The summoner must cut a portion of their body and allow drops of their blood to enter into the bowl, the more blood used the stronger the connection to the summoned demon colony. When that is done the summoner casts the spell, which takes the form of a soft golden flame that hovers slightly above the bowl before descending downward. Once that is done the water will turn brackish and black before eventually becoming pure black and gaining red eyes, at that point the bowl has become a portion of the Pit and through the usage of magical energy the summoner can shape how the demon forms, though one must be careful as to not use too much or else the demon will go feral or too little which will cause the colony to die. After the shaping the demon will last as long as it is giving a consistent portion of mana energy from the summoner, at any point the summoner can stop which will result in the colony wasting away and returning to the Pit. End mp/dp-0mp, 5dp [/hider]