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[h2]Gibbou[/h2]
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Gibbou drummed her fingers on a table. Her acts as a protection goddess had been, uh, helpful, sure, but she felt like her presence was still lacking. The expansion of iskrill and Neiyari across the human sphere, as well as rumours of vampirism in Mydia and Vrool ransacking villages and the like. No, she needed more of an intimate proximity to the action - or rather, she needed a part of herself to be. Twilight had never been much help, and she doubted she could convince him to ever be, so it was about time to try a second time. She stood up and went about her dome, collecting various metals and materials she had dug up all around her moon. She dumped it all in a pile in the dome’s centre, snapped her fingers and the dome tunneled through the moon to the sunny side. She donned her shades and amplified the sunlight’s rays on the metallic heap until it melted. Then, she got to work.

With hammering tools and diligence, she turned the molten metal into armour plates - a full set of divine steel with hardness, lightness and flexibility the likes of which had never before been witnessed in the universe. The plate began to cool, and Gibbou took the time to carve and shape beautiful details into it. Once cooled, she padded its insides with mail and leather which together became lighter than feathers. She finished up the last little details and finally mounted the armour on a rack to view it properly. 

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It was perfect. It was as light as a feather and as hard as diamond. It was surprisingly flexible, and its only weak spots were between the legs and behind the knees. It would serve perfectly as an extension of her will to protect and defend. Now all it needed was some divinity. Gibbou placed her hand on her chest and, biting her teeth together at the pain, pulled out a fraction of her holy soul. It felt worse this time, as though the piece she had taken left a larger hole than the last one. She shook her head and the pain away and placed the orb on light in her hand against the chest of the armour. It melted into the metal and cloaked it in a flash of silvery moonlight. Gibbou took a step back, her dome digging itself back to the dark side of the moon. The armour’s light brightened, and noises beyond the ring of metal and light soon escaped it, becoming a voice.

[colour=deepskyblue]”... Ugh, what… What’s happening?”[/colour] came a soft, dazed, feminine voice.

Gibbou suppressed an explosive giggle. [colour=lightblue]”It, it worked! Oh sister, it worked!”[/colour] She jumped triumphantly into the air until the sensation of the armour’s bewildered stare burned at her skin. [colour=lightblue]”Oh, sorry. Uhm… Welcome to life, my dearest creation. I am Gibbou, goddess of the moon and the shield of life, and your maker.”[/colour]

The armour hummed. [colour=deepskyblue]”Maker… Yes… Gibbou.”[/colour] Gibbou felt the armour’s invisible eyes look up to regard her, and a non-existent smile formed on its equally non-existent lips. [colour=deepskyblue]”I am… Thankful for the opportunity to exist.”[/colour]

Gibbou swallowed - all good so far. She didn’t seem roguish like Twilight at the very least. Not yet, anyway. [colour=lightblue]”What is your purpose?”[/colour] she probed her. The armour hesitated.

[colour=deepskyblue]”I have yet to be given orders, maker. I stand at the ready.”[/colour]

Gibbou gasped. Did, did this one just say she was awaiting orders? From HER?! She could barely contain her excitement, and her dancing hands showed that she couldn’t at all. She would have to play her cards well to ensure she didn’t end up with another useless avatar. [colour=lightblue]”You will be given the following task: Go down to Galbar and ensure the safety of its innocent mortals. Your mission - your purpose - is to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and I have therefore given you a form that cannot be broken by anything, maybe not even godly might.”[/colour]

The armour drew a proud breath. [colour=deepskyblue]”Affirmative, my maker. I will ensure the safety and quality of life for all innocent mortals.”[/colour]

Gibbou felt her eyes well up and she had to look away. The pride in her chest threatened to choke her to death. [colour=lightblue]”You, you will act as my agent on the planet below - the shield of the night; the bulwark of the dawn.”[/colour]

[colour=deepskyblue]”My plate is the armour of creation - my mail is the barrier against evil. I am your agent to command as you wish, great master - Gibbou the Magnificent.”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]”The Magnifi--”[/colour] Gibbou blushed and felt she barely had the heart to send her down to Galbar after all. However, she was too good to just sit here for the remainder of creation. [colour=lightblue]”Y-you will do alright, my dear. I… I baptise you Titania, the Shield Against the Darkness.”[/colour]

The armour let out a touched sniff. [colour=deepskyblue]”I… I am honoured, my master. No one has ever given me a name before, and I am so happy you were the first to do so. Thank you.”[/colour] Gibbou embraced her and Titania let out another sniff. [colour=deepskyblue]”I am so happy. Thank you… My master.”[/colour]

[colour=lightblue]”Oh, my dear Titania… You already make me so proud. I have no doubt you will keep doing so down on, on, on Galbar. Now go - fulfill your mission.”[/colour] Gibbou reluctantly conjured forth a portal and Titania was pulled in, her helmet wearing an invisible smile of diligence and dedication.

[colour=deepskyblue]”I will. I swear it.”[/colour] She was then pulled through the multiple dimensions of space and time, colours flashing all around her, until she appeared right in the middle of a large, yellow grain field, looking up at the blue, tranquil sky. There, she remained. A considerable moment passed before she said, [colour=deepskyblue]”Master.”[/colour]

A voice came into her head. [colour=lightblue]”Mmm? Yes, my pride?”[/colour]

[colour=deepskyblue]”I cannot seem to move. Is something wrong with me?”[/colour]

The voice audibly frowned. [colour=lightblue]”You can’t move? Now hold on a minute, let me see…”[/colour] While magical noises came from the other side, Titania picked up some other noises approaching.

“Oi, oi, oi, now woss this, ey? Someone left a bloomin’ fine heap a’ silver just lyin’ in the fields, hmm?”

“Well made, too. Bet this’d fetch us a nice price in that burrow we just passed by.”

“Who’d’a just leave all this roight ‘ere, of all places, though?”

That was when Titania realised that her head had been picked up, and her eyes looked down to see the rest of her lying in a neat, silvery pile on the ground. Her head filled with confusion and anxiety as she tried to move, but couldn’t for the life of her. [colour=deepskyblue]”Master, I can’t move! Something’s wrong with me!”[/colour]

“Woah!” said the one holding her and her field of vision fell to the ground again, where it stared up into the faces of three short, stumpy, greasy-haired trolls. “Bloody ‘ell, did you hear that?”

“‘Ave we just stumbled into a heap of talkin’ silver?” The three of them exchanged looks before each unleashing celebratory squals. “We’re rich, mates!” They immediately scuttled to pick up every last piece of her and sprinted off in a merry giggle.

[colour=deepskyblue]”Help me, masteeeeeeer!”[/colour] shouted Titania, helpless as she was distributed across three different forms.

Above, Gibbou finished analysing her spell from earlier. [colour=lightblue]”Oh no! I forgot to put something inside you! No wonder you can’t move - you’re just armour! Let’s fix that up nicely.”[/colour] She looked back down at the surface of Galbar, but saw nothing resembling Titania. [colour=lightblue]”Titania? Titania?!”[/colour] she shouted. After no response came, though, she fell to her knees.

She had screwed up… Again.

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Gibbou decides to make a second avatar, so she makes Titania, a full set of sentient armour. She’s very proud of her creation and her creation is proud to be her creation. However, when she sets her down on Galbar, they both learn the horrible truth that armour can’t move on its own, so Titania is unable to escape as three askeladds find her on the ground and decide to sell her at the nearest market. 
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Gibbou 5MP/5DP
-3MP - Create second avatar: Titania. Titania is the avatar of Protection, being a sentient set of armour made of the hardest material in the universe, while also being immensely light and flexible. Any warrior wearing her would be virtually unkillable. Of course, she needs someone to actually wear her to be useful, because on her own, she’s just a heap of armour.
-1MP - Create portal from the Dark Side of the Moon to Galbar.
End: 1MP/5DP
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