[center][h1][b][color=0054a6]Klaarungraxus[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

Patience was a virtue that Klaarungraxus did not by any stretch of the imagination lack.

The vast and unknowable intelligence belonging to the God of Oceans had endured as long as any god and longer than most if not all who had living memories. For an entity so long-lived, contentedness was not only the norm but a requirement; otherwise such activity would drive creatures of his kind absolutely and utterly mad. On ever inumerable yet increasing equations of causality did Klaarungraxus dwell on in his most empty spaces, his numerous minds cogitating answers to questions unasked and scenarios impossible to occur. That was simply his way.

And so it had been since the creation of Mawarungraxus, torn asunder from Klaar’s own form and set loose on the world as an observer of life with a mind of its own. Klaar had been pleased with the initial actions of the dismembered limb known as Mawar and had been content to simply observe through the senses of that disembodied pseudo-god. As several minds were set to the task of collating and categorizing the information, others were directed towards data analysis. Through all that time the overmind pleasantly admired the sensory inputs of Mawar, devouring that raw information with a gleeful gluttony matched only by a vrool’s desire to feed. 

Mawar had, of course, been utterly busy with data collection during his time on Galbar and had gathered plenty to be considered. Of greatest interest to Mawar and the collective minds of Klaarungraxus were the successes and failures of mortality. Mortal life had always interested Mawar, even when it had been nothing more than an additional tentacle mind still completely slaved to the central overmind. Unsurprisingly, the avatar of the God of Oceans had been quick to set its sights on the mortal races of Galbar to satisfy its curiosities. Not a single mortal species had gone unobserved, a testament to the intense fascination felt by Mawar towards these oddling creatures of flesh and blood. Their behaviors and societies had been tracked, noted, and catalogued for later interpretation. Most of all, their advancements both technologically and otherwise had been deeply scrutinized. This, above all other things, had been Mawar’s primary, driving function.

Klaar, of course, had good reason to be interested in social and cultural advancement. He himself was a creator of things, a maker of all manner of things from the simplest of organisms to the incomprehensible depths of the ocean itself. As an artisan of reality there was something deeply intriguing about watching the mortal races of the world he himself had made fumble through life, discovering and inventing slowly but surely a path towards ever greater survival and success. Though they came at problems in different ways from each other, solutions were developed for each and every selection pressure presented by nature. Though he himself did this at a very physical level, solving such problems of life and death through manipulation of their environment was an uncanny growth in capability that Klaar had predicted would take considerably longer. Beyond that, the sheer intensity and complexity of mortality’s creations increased at a rate that wholly surprised the overmind. 

This alone pleased Klaar above all things.

Mortality had become more intelligent and clever than he had even hoped for and this bode great possibilities. The potential of fruit being borne from his attempts to seed mortality with increased intelligence, alongside the fumblings of other gods less inclined to take direct action, seemed ever more attainable. What wasn’t to be pleased about?

[color=0054a6]”What luck, little fish,”[/color] cooed the immense, multi-limbed deity of the crushing depths, lord of Saxus, that dark place beneath the waves of reality, [color=0054a6]”Mine works at last show signs of progress! Doth hath waited too long without respite from thine prison’s impertinent doldrums.”[/color]

Saxus rumbled with life as the first deepspeak spoken in its depths for years rippled through the cool, dark waters of that hidden world. Life burst into activity as all manner of organisms danced in the flush of nutrients created from Klaar’s genuine excitement. Powerful limbs pulled Klaarungraxus along the sea floor, the immense bulk of the Old Growth Below sliding through the waters with surprising efficacy for his size. At last he arrived at the center of it all, the old city of his making. It was like no city of mortalkind, a pale reflection of their works that had been forged by tentacles as a means to direct efforts while minds were at work. He coiled himself into its depths, the thrumming heart of the city of Saxus glowing with the dull light reminiscent of the Moon. This was where he had done the work the last time, before the false-city had been wrought and when this was but empty space. Nevertheless, it was a place of sentimentality to Klaar and he intended to keep its value unique to it. 

One limb was thrust forward, wriggling violently in the waters to loosen its musculature and weaken the bonds keeping it attached to the whole. Three other limbs grabbed tight and pulled, tearing Left-Forward Two-Down free of the whole. With ferocious hunger they ripped apart the limb, filling the space with black blood and bile. With one tentacle leaning in Klaar booped a single point in the waters and everything pulled inwards, the hum of his intent boiling the water around him.

[color=0054a6]”Grow little one…”[/color] purred the monstrous God of Deep Places, all six eyes locked with manic joy at the single point in reality that saw the birth of his next spawn, [color=0054a6]”Grow…”[/color]

From that one point an eye popped into existence, staring with wide-eyed curiosity at the world around it. From there the eye experienced spontaneous mitosis, splitting into two identical eyes and then sprouting into four and then eight. Eyes began to form hardened shells before melting into different forms of flesh, leaving six just as Klaarungraxus while the rest began to grow into new organelles and body parts. Like a fetus growing at an insanely sped up rate the little thing billowed into full life and within the span of a minute what had once been a single eyeball now sprouted into a proper form. 

It was like a vrool in many ways, though it seemed half-made and perhaps double-made all at once. Although it bore the expected features of a Vrool, such as twelve limbs and six eyes, the rest of it wasn’t quite right. It seemed skinny and its skin was covered in a complex skein of twisting lines and overlapping imagery. Eyes could move about freely upon its personage, dragging themselves across what appeared to be almost liquid flesh to observe new directions. A beak, double-layered, gnashed at the waters with excitement to match its creator. It was a strange vrool indeed that had been born in the depths of Saxus and its skin roiled into a vast array of different colors to match that oddling description.

[color=0054a6]”You are…”[/color] Klaar began to intone, throaty and rumbling as he chose a name for his creation.

[color=0054a6]”Tewakagraxus,”[/color] it called back, interrupting its creator and overmind with a wry click of its double-beaks.

Klaar smiled in a way only a beaked monstrosity could, pleased as punch that his creation was already showing a considerable number of idiosyncrasies in its personality. It was better this way, when they thought for themselves and behaved uniquely. It meant information and data would be gathered in more unique ways and problems would be solved with alternate solutions that would not normally be considered.

[color=0054a6]”Tewaka it is…”[/color]

Klaar wrapped his newfound spawn into his numerous limbs even as the arm that had once been Tewaka regrew itself into a new submind of the whole. A globe popped into existence, a glowing facsimile of the world on the other side of reality. Tewaka closed with the object, remembering its time on that world from an entirely different life. The limb that was now Tewaka was the primary creator of sorcery and had explored and devoured information relating to the other creations of magic by gods unbound to the mighty Klaar. And so it would serve again. In the black act of its creation, Klaarungraxus had bound himself and his realm to another facet of reality he had long been courting.

At long last the Domain of Magic had fallen into the clutches of the God of Oceans.
[hr]
[hider=Summary]
Klaarungraxus has been at home in his realm observing the information collected by his avatar, Mawar. Pleased with the successes of mortals and their ever constant move towards technological and magical development, Klaarungraxus decides it’s about time to move his works up on the timescale. With that he mantles the domain of Magic as his second Domain and created the Avatar Tewakagraxus, the Furtive Vrool, to introduce his new magical aims.
[/hider]
[hider=MP Summary]
Start 5MP/5DP

>Mantle the Domain of Magic (-5 MP).

End 0MP/5DP
[/hider]