[centre][h3][colour=goldenrod]Chakravarti - The Matripatrihierarch[/colour][/h3]
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[h3][color=8dc73f]Paratiri - The Storm[/color][/h3]
[h2]Rains for the Plains[/h2]
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Since the incident at Lililia, Paratiri had decided that it was not worth interacting with mortals on such a personal level yet, at least not until they became less foolish, or her guardians learned to better focus on the objective. In her immense wisdom, she decided that the best way to help them to learn was to let them explore the world by themselves, Zephyra flying to the west and Azibu to the east. Paratiri, meanwhile, went to the north, and along with her, came the winds and rains of her storm.

[color=8dc73f]”Hmm. Seems like a lot of my fellow gods are hard at work. This place is starting to look half-decent even. Maybe I should build something for myself later. Perhaps a nice island off the coast. Though the eternal bottomless pitch black void does take away a bit of the charm of the beaches. Sigh."[/color]

It was then, as she crossed the stratosphere, that she noticed something down below, standing at the tallest of the many rock outcrops within the plains below. She immediately knew it was a god, the first one she had ever seen. Quite excited, the goddess dove down at a high speed, crashing from heaven to earth like lightning. Roosting in the rock right behind Chakravarti, she merely stared at first, eyes shining with curiosity, feeling a bit shy about what words to use, meanwhile the skies darkened, thunder roared and the wind started to pick up speed. [color=8dc73f]”H- Hello. I am Paratiri the Storm."[/color]

The family god kicked into motion, spun around and summoned forth six swords, their last two hands protecting their baby boy. [colour=goldenrod]”Why do you other gods always sneak up on me like this?! What do you want?!”[/colour] They looked overhead and grimaced. [colour=goldenrod]”And what did you do to the sunlight?! My Ossy is going to catch a cold!”[/colour] They turned one of the swords to smoke and proceeded to wipe their eyes of rain water.

[color=8dc73f]”Oh. I had not noticed the infant. A moment, I just have the habit of bringing up a storm whenever I flap my wings.”[/color] the goddess answered very awkwardly as she opened up her wings and raised them high, a ring of clear weather started to open up, only round the rocks where the gods sat. [color=8dc73f]”Sorry for that. I did not mean offense. You are just the first of my divine equals who I have met. So I wanted to… say Hi I guess."[/color]

Chakravarti deflated slightly and dispelled the swords, returning to a reserved stance. They eyed her up and down and looked almost guilty for a second, turning away briefly. [colour=goldenrod]”Right… Of course. Forgive my brash and uncouth behaviour.”[/colour] They folded six hands and bowed. [colour=goldenrod]”I am Chakravarti - I speak for and rule the clans and dynasties of this world. A blessing to meet you, lady Paratiri.”[/colour] They looked up at the thundering clouds around their eye of the storm and blinked. [colour=goldenrod]”What extraordinary power… I have met none like you who commands the storms with such ease. Is it instinctive?”[/colour]

The goddess nodded at that, quite proud of her storms. [color=8dc73f]”Yes. I know and feel the storm like I feel the feathers of my wing. But I just forget that I cannot just bring the rains to every meeting I have, I was just a bit nervous as of late, given some problems I had with some creations of mine. Anyway. Nice to meet you, Chak."[/color] Paratiri smiled and the rains became softer and more gracious, a rainbow forming near them.

[colour=goldenrod]”No, no, please do not be humble. I do not mind the rain.”[/colour] With a swift movement of the hands, they conjured forth a tower and a small umbrella for the little boy. The umbrella was a nice shade of pink silk, which Ossurman seemed to appreciate quite a bit with a clap of his chubby little hands. [colour=goldenrod]”In fact, I would say the rain is most welcome here. I made this land in hopes that it would be green for miles, but I walked its length the other day and found that much of the green disappears, well, much too soon. The soil is without water, and no rivers pass through here…”[/colour] They shook their head disapprovingly. [colour=goldenrod]”Your contribution is appreciated, do not misunderstand. A land like this, though, needs quite a bit more than a dribble.”[/colour] They then waved a hand dismissively and put on a smile. [colour=goldenrod]”But enough about me - what about you? What brings you here to my son’s soon-to-be empire?”[/colour]

[color=8dc73f]”Your son? I guess that makes senses. And empire? That is curious. But a bit of ambition never hurt anyone. He is quite cute too, I bet he will be a handsome emperor when he grows up."[/color] the harpy laughed. [color=8dc73f]”And well, when I came here I did not know it was any soon-to-be-empire. I just had a bit of a disagreement with my two, how should I call then? I don’t want to use daughters but it's something close. So I needed some time alone, searching for a good plain land, ravaging it with storms. It’s very relaxing, and while some may complain while the storm is happening, I bet they would complain too if I just stopped and no rains came anymore."[/color]

Chakravarti feigned politeness over what seemed to be a rather stern frown. [colour=goldenrod]”Well, you -are- family, so I expect it will all pass over and return to normal soon. That is what family does, after all - they take care of one another.”[/colour] Then they turned to the endless yellow plains, which were now growing muddy with rain. [colour=goldenrod]”... But I certainly hope you do not mean ‘ravage’ as in ‘destroy’, right? I would rather my son has -something- to rule after you have had your fun.”[/colour] They gave their son another gentle frotté with the towel and the boy gave a little sneeze. [colour=goldenrod]”There, there, you’ll be alright…”[/colour]

[color=8dc73f]”I am the storm not the apocalypse incarnate. I may be rough at times but it is no different than the other faces of nature, opposite in all forms to the unnatural destruction our world almost faced."[/color] the storm pondered, looking into the baby, remembering the words. [color=8dc73f]”On the other side, I am still a goddess, a sentient being, I can be appeased or perhaps find common ground in the form of a deal. The bending of natural law cannot be done freely after all."[/color]

The family god peeked up with a studying frown. [colour=goldenrod]”And what sort of deal would you be referring to? I thought you had come to have your own fu-...”[/colour] Their eyes then spied outwards across the plains, which after the incessant shower from the skies looked almost eerily verdant - the dry and uninviting grassland, which likely would have turned into a desert with time, had sprouted small, green shoots in the blink of an eye. Chakravarti rubbed some rain water out of their eyes. [colour=goldenrod]”By Creation, what speed! Is this the true power of water?”[/colour] They rose up and went over to the edge of the eye of the storm, sticking out their hand to catch some droplets. [colour=goldenrod]”What magic; what miracles! This is much better than I had thought! Yes, to have rain like this all year - my son’s empire would be a basket of sustenance for the whole world!”[/colour] They spun back around and conjured forth gold, silver, jewels and spices for the Storm Goddess. [colour=goldenrod]”You said you wanted a deal, yes? Will this suffice to keep the rain here for eternity?”[/colour]

The other goddess looked at Chakravarti’s gift and smiled, however, she did not move to accept it. [color=8dc73f]”There is such a thing as excess. A land of constant rain all year around would not breed the hardened people to protect such a fertile empire. And it would also make landslides very common.[/color] ending in a more casual tone than she wished, Paratiri puffed up her chest to try to look more noble. [color=8dc73f]”Rather, I believe I will make the following promise. I will come to this land every year, and bring with me the rains that will last for a whole season, the citizens will have time to prepare for it and as such stay safe, and, if wise, they will be able to use the verdant season to bring prosperity all year around.[/color]

The winged goddess then took a more serious tone, her face moving down as her focus turned to the baby. [color=8dc73f]"This comes at the promise, however, that the young emperor will not be greedy, that he will not seek more blessings in search of perpetual rainfall. If he does so, there will be a cost, his body will be unhurt, his empire might even prosper, but something of value will be lost."[/color] she warned in a soft but stern tone. [color=8dc73f]"If you find this deal acceptable, then take this as the symbol of our bond."[/color] the goddess raised her wings again, towards one of the rainbows that had formed after the rain, it darted across the sky and concentrated between her open wings, crystalizing into a regalia, a ring of colorful gemstones.

The family god was reluctant, their eyes slinking back and forth with timeful thinking. However, as they studied their conversation partner’s expression, they recognised those familiar lines in her face - the same sort everyone displays in that serious and earnest moment when the deal has been offered and compromises or alterations out of the question. Chakravarti pursed their lips - rain half the year? 

[colour=goldenrod]”Well, then, Paratiri… You have got yourself a deal,”[/colour] they said with feigned warmth and extended their hand to take the ring to study it closer. With the crystaline artifact turning and moving between their fingers, they said, [colour=goldenrod]”Is this an artifact of sorts? Does it have a purpose or is it, as you said, a symbol of our agreement?”[/colour]

Paratiri shook her head. [color=8dc73f]”No, the item itself doesn’t hold any power. It is more of a contract? A symbol of my promise to always bring the rains to this land."[/color]

[colour=goldenrod]”I see,”[/colour] responded Chakravarti curtly. They looked down at Ossurman and gave it a small shake. [colour=goldenrod]”Look, Oss! Isn’t it beautiful? Isn’t it shiny?”[/colour] The little baby boy gave a small squeal and grabbed playfully for the crystal ring. The Eight-Armed God surveyed the grasslands again for a brief moment. [colour=goldenrod]”Oh, I cannot wait, I cannot delay… As soon as I find some way to quell these incessant earthquakes, the work can finally begin at last. These lands will, by the grace of Creation, be--!”[/colour] Their eyes shifted back to the avian goddess and their demeanour deflated somewhat. [colour=goldenrod]”You’re still here.”[/colour]

The goddess who was still there laughed. [color=8dc73f]”Was just resting my wings a bit. I will be going now, and if I do find some god able to bring stability to the lands, I will send them your way. Stay safe and see you again, hmm, next year?"[/color] with that said, the storm rose up to the skies again, much slower than her fast arrival. And slowly, the skies cleared again as she left for new lands.

After a while, Ossurman cooed something to Chakravarti and the family god gasped. [colour=goldenrod]”Oh, misfortune, you are right! I forgot to propose!”[/colour]

[hider=Summary!]
Paratiri, after having a bit of a disagreement with her daughters, flew to the north plains seeking a place to just unleash a storm. There she meets Chakravarti, while the start is rough due to the storm goddess bringing the storm along with her, they soon start to talk about how rain could really help Ossy’s future empire. Chakravarti offers treasures in exchange of perpetual rains, but Paratiri denies it, saying it would just lead to weak and spoiled people, instead, she offers to come once a year in the form of a monsoon season. All she asks in exchange is for Ossurman to not seek out more rains in a moment of greed.
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[hider=MA Summary!]
Paratiri: 1MA (reduced to 0) - Create the Northern Monsoon, a weather phenomenon where great rains will pour down over the northern quarter of the continent for half the year (mostly affecting the Osshur Plain, but can affect other parts of the region for those who would like).
Paratiri: 1MA (reduced to 0) - Create “The Promise”, in that Ossurman is not to seek more rains beyond the monsoon granted to his empire, otherwise he will be cursed to lose something important to him. (The geas explicitly says, however, it will not bring bodily harm to him or harm his realm)
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