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Fe’ris dozed. As of late, he had found everything to be so tiring. So many mortals with wants and needs, always crowding his mind with their pleas, but almost never making actual prayers. Or building temples in his honor. Or making pilgrimages and sacrifices in his name. Great Lifeblood, what were his devotees even [i]doing[/i]down there? He had half a mind to possess that damn avatar himself, see what was really going on. 
But it was all so tiring. No matter how he sprawled his limbs and tucked his wings and wiggled around on his spiny back, he couldn’t get comfortable. The imperfect moon grinned down at him. And Galbar kept spinning. No matter what he did, life would go on. Civilizations would rise and fall. And Oraelia and Gibbou would circle their little planet, for eternity. It kept going and going, never changing, matching forever forward.
The bat dragon’s eyes snapped open as he filled with an energy he hadn’t felt since being shut out by the Lifeblood. It wasn’t that Galbar never changed; it was that Galbar [i]always[/i] changed! Change was inevitable. Change was life! And he needed to help it along. 
Fe’ris sat up and stretched, for the first time in a long, long time. He pictured Galbar, as it looked in the sky of Antiquity. The vampire churches on Kubrazjar were simply not cutting it. He needed to create something new, something still rooted in the power of the Shifting Font. With a single thought, he forced even more energy into its waters, liberating it from being just any liquid. Those that possessed it would find themselves able to manifest their will in the world around them, modifying it to appear however they wanted. It would not be easy, and it would not be common, but it would be a method of making reality reflect ambitions. 
Tired once more, Fe’ris slumped back onto his dais, casting his consciousness toward his avatar. In one final action before he slept, he let the avatar know what was newly possible. 
Then he returned to his slumber. 

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Fe’ris thinks hard about some shit and decides that change is good and also necessary for life to exist. He makes change more possible by creating a new holy order. Then he goes back the fuck to sleep.
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[hider=MP Summary]
Fe’ris: 5 MP/ 5 DP

5 MP: Unlock Transmutation portfolio

5 DP: Create the Mixolydian Holy Order

The Mixolydians (7 DP Holy Order, 2 free from transmutation port )

Transmuters V: Members of this holy order have attained near-mastery over transmuting objects. They can turn objects into other objects with ease, and could even turn entire buildings of stone into buildings of marble.  However, they are still bound by the laws of equivalent exchange, and cannot create something out of nothing. 

Self-Shapers II: Members of this holy order are able to shapeshift, transmuting their own bodies into different forms. However, their brains must always remain in their ordinary state, lest they change too much and become unable to shift back. This does extend to turning their skin and body parts into non-living material, but only the most skilled members are capable of doing so.

In order to transmutate, Mixolydians need:
-Water from the Shifting Font
-Their hands directly touching the object 
-A blood sacrifice
-Practice

Fe’ris end 0 MP/0 DP
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