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

Six pale eyes stared out at the world around them with hunger and fascination. 

Mere moments ago for Galbar but practically a lifetime for Tewaka, the second avatar of the God of Oceans had been remade among reality. It had been a troublesome birth, this side of the lifeblood. Just as he had been within Saxus, so too was Tewaka oddling shaped and deformed in the waters of the world. Nevertheless, it was no different from his understanding of life; he was an oddity and this was not displeasing to the marked one. With curling scarification glowing brightly to form whirlpools of light about his hulking personage, the vrool-like entity was at last set free. The power, of course, to release him had been in no way minimal; it was no wonder it had taken so long, mentally, for Tewaka to arrive. Through is connection to the overmind, as independent as he was, he could feel the exhaustion on the part of Klaar. 

That was, however, the Old Growth’s problem and not his own. With undisguised glee, as much as such things could be undisguised in a vrool-like shape, Tewaka set off into the world. Much of it wasn’t particularly of interest to the creature for he had seen much of it already. The relevance of his perception as but a limb of a greater whole wasn’t taken into account; these things surely couldn’t be that much different now that he could see them himself. Life, as it were, was utterly boring to the new-born demigod. And with that, Tewaka left the pool of his birth to explore the oceans vast for something, ANYTHING of interest.
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The Avatar’s wanderings had been experienced both in mere moments and eternities all at once; his perceptions had, undoubtedly, been thoroughly harmed by his odd creation. The very stuff of magic, both Telluric and the mana of another god’s making, travelled through him with ease. The world itself glowed in his vision, his eyes more akin to magic receptors than those of organic make. It made for a colorful cacophony of light and colors indescribable for most. In some ways it was legitimately beautiful. Tewaka had watched that particular flow of energy for some time before eventually becoming bored.

What had really interested him was how the life of Galbar used it all.

It had been a simple enough thing to notice. The Vrool and their Akuan kin beneath the waves were, obviously, the first peoples Tewaka had noticed. He had vaguely remembered their creation but it had always been now-Mawar’s interest and not his. Little did he realize how fascinating they were when given the ability to use the magics placed before them. Their imagination, though limited, had proven to produce all manner of curious results. In particular, their willingness to use magic on each other in increasingly negative ways made Tewaka’s tentacles coil with glee. Even the Akua, whom he had originally believed to be weak and boring, had quickly shown their Shamans to have a cruel side to them where magic was concerned. How bodies pulped, erupted, burned, froze, and other more curious methods had become of particular interest to Tewaka.

Most of all was what they made with them. Peering into the caverns of a so-called warlock coven, Tewaka had seen first hand the creation of demons. These were creatures unknown to him yet for all their flaws they were perfect in his eyes. Malleable, able to take multiple shapes, and utterly animalistic. Each one was handmade by warlocks, dipped into containers of water in air-filled caverns. The demi-god had been quick to determine the rules of their creation and was further fascinated by their source. This was a god Tewaka was most avidly desiring to meet. Nevertheless, he was focused on the work at hand. 

Despite his own fascination there was some level of envy burning in the heart of the oddling avatar. The God who had created these creatures, these demons, had provided the vrool warlocks and no doubt many other races with endless amounts of entertainment. It would be his name prayed to, his accomplishments noted, and he to receive the accolades. This simply was not acceptable.

The machinations of his mind now set free from the overmind ground into motion. There was work to be done.

The coven that he observed owed fealty to one named Xes, a warlock of evidently some renown in the service of the All-Tyrant, Kaarnesxaturl. Their lair was vast and complex, filled with endless caverns and carved out rooms for experimentation and study. These were among the servants that Klaar had intended to aid in his release from the current prison he wallowed in. All things considered, this was still a valid goal for Tewaka to pursue. Thusly, they would be the first ones to receive his numerous gifts. Phasing through rock and stone, his body turned into material so fine it could travel through even the least porous of materials like the bedrock that formed the walls. Soon enough he had mapped the caverns completely, determined what each room was intended for, and marked the movements of the coven members. It was best, he determined, not to be noticed in this crucial time.

At long last Tewaka set about his intended path. With little difficulty the odd vrool demi-god formed for himself a cavern of his own making. The space was cut into strange and contradictory shapes with the walls marked by the same sigils that danced across Tewaka’s hide. Parts and pieces needed for his work had been gathered from about the lair or otherwise fabricated directly through his own powers and by now a collection of materials had piled high. The finest ivory would form the structure of his creation, taken from whalebones and other such creatures, while a material of another making would form the muscles and sinew. 

Tewaka’s beak clashed and bent into a hideous facsimile of a smile.

In an instant Tewaka voided the cavern of water, pushing the liquid through the solid rock to form globes of condensed water just past the caverns walls. One such orb was drawn forth and let to pool at the bottom of the cavern while tentacles worked feverishly at their task. With limbs carving ivory like it was butter, one by one the parts and pieces of Tewaka’s artifice came together. The shape came to resemble that of an Akua in form, born instead with six limbs but otherwise remained aesthetically similar to the rest of the Akuan silhouette. Extra attention was set to ornamentation, making sure the exterior of each piece was appropriately marked with runic symbolism or scored internally with criss crossing patterns. Despite the aesthetic value of the work, it would serve a further purpose. 

With the body completed Tewaka turned to the pool. Following the rituals he had observed performed by the warlocks, with relative ease the demi-god did summon his first demon into the world. The numerous creatures swelled to fill the pool with their writhing bodies, forming a liquid of their own forms. The tentacled monstrosity that had summoned them scritched and scratched away at the edge of the pool in a runic alphabet of his own making, clicking and clacking contentedly. With the script written out elegantly Tewaka poured into it the mana surrounding him, followed by the motive energies of Telluric sorcery. The skein of runes glowed with power both within the visible spectrum and the symphony of energies seen by the demi-god. At last, it was ready.

With one quick motion Tewaka directed the energies inward; the subsequent bloodcurdling squeals of the demonic entity made Tewaka wriggle with joy. It was perfect!

The glowing, sickly red lights of the demon were slowly overtaken by a bright, almost neon blue. The overwhelming glow burned to the very center of the demonic mass until nothing was left of the old creature. It was, in every way, still a demon; Tewaka had made sure of that. Nevertheless, this one had been slaved to a very specific purpose and changed at its very core by the natural magics of Galbar to obey the rules they so deigned necessary. Unlike the ravenous, unbound form, these would serve as simple muscle and sinew. All life had been drawn out of them, as intended. 

With that Tewaka dropped the parts and pieces of his new creation into the pool and one by one they were bound into the flesh of his glowing demonic flesh. The scoring served as perfect structure for the new-found muscle to bind to while the runes that covered the rest of the form kept them thoroughly bound. Soon enough all the make-shift flesh had bound to hand-crafted bone and the entity stood, staring with blank, glowing blue eyes from behind the ivory skull of its endoskeleton. It would be the first of many and Tewaka would share this knowledge with the warlocks and then, once they had mastered it, bring it even further afield; there was no doubt in his mind that the creatures of the surface would appreciate this creation all the same.

With that the first Simulacrum was born. It truly was perfect.
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Tewakagraxus, the second avatar of the Ocean God, has been released upon the world! Fascinated by mortal magicians and their works, he sets about studying the warlocks of the Coven of Xes. Finding their passion for creation admirable but jealous of the attention given to demons of another god’s creation, Tewaka sets about co-opting this work for himself. Using a method combining both mana and telluric magics, Tewaka curses a summoned pool of demon-juice into the inert meat for his work. From this he produces the muscle and sinew of his new, obedient creation; the first Simulacrum. 
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[hider=MP Summary]
Start 5MP/5DP

>Create the Avatar, Tewakagraxus, on Galbar (-3 MP).
>Teach the Warlocks how to produce Simulacra (-1 MP). [1 MP towards Artifice]
>Teach Akuan shamans how to produce Simulacra (-1 MP) [1 MP towards Artifice]
>Create Tewaka’s Grotto, a Holy Site for the Warlocks (-2 DP)
>Create the First Simulacrum, an Artifact (-3 DP) [3 MP towards Artifice]

End 0MP/0DP
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