[center][h1][color=c4df9b]Uwné[/color][/h1][/center]

New Tellur was growing ever more under the protection of Uwné. The shacks had been replaced by true hovels. Mortalkind was carving a permanent existence out around the hill of Gallath. The golems worked tirelessly on the next houses while refugees kept flowing in. Normally the god of crafting would be walking amongst them now, when the sun rose high. And then at night many could see the soft lights from his open workshop atop the hill. Not now though. None had seen the god for a week. His golems forbid any to climb the hill. Save for a select few, who swore secrecy.

Uwné was surrounded now by hundreds if not thousands of pots, small and big. With a strange wand he was manipulating a gnarly tree that grew from one of the pots. A crude, man-made map laid open on a nearby table. Small figurines of the various things that sat in pots were everywhere on the map.

From behind the pot two small eyes peered at the god. Uwné pretend to ignore it for a little while. The small girl, no more than seven, looked with big eyes as he worked. Each tree had to be perfect. They’d be the single ancestor of their entire line. And each bit of flora and fauna would be vital to the survival and prosperity of the people. The god slowly worked his way down the pots until he finally reached the one where the tiny human hid behind. He suddenly bowed down and looked her straight in the eyes. [color=c4df9b]”You’re not supposed to be here.[/color]

The little girl blushed as she stood upright. “Mommy was worried about you.” She said as she clutched a small piece of cloth. “So I wanted to see why you didn’t visit us anymore.”

Uwné gave her an apologetic smile. [color=c4df9b]”Well you can tell mommy that I’m quite alright. But I’m doing very important things now.”[/color] Then he turned his gaze further out. Towards the golems that were supposed to keep anyone out. How did the little girl get past them?

“What’s that?” She then suddenly asked as she pointed towards one of the trees.

The god turned to look. [color=c4df9b]“Ah, that’s an olive tree. This must be the first time You’ve seen one of those, right?”[/color]

The little girl nodded and quite fearlessly stepped forwards towards the tree. “It looks old and dry.” 

[color=c4df9b]”They are meant to grow very close to the Su’une.”[/color] Uwné explained. Well, it wasn’t factually correct. But she would learn the full truth soon enough. [color=c4df9b]”And their fruit is delicious.”[/color] Carefully he picked an olive from the tree and offered it to the little child. Who ate it with glee.

“And what’s that?” She then asked, her attention drawn by a very grey, hardy looking tree.

[color=c4df9b]”A steelbark.”[/color] Uwné said. With every question the little girl asked, the god began to brim with pride as he explained its function. Of course, the little girl wouldn’t remember much of it. But it felt nice to present his various creations to someone. Soon though, the world would see his creations. Many trees, brushes, weeds and other flora were uplifted from the various memories of the oldest humans. Things like the cypress, the olive tree and the lavender flower existed before the facture and would now exist again.

There were other creations as well. Things of his own design. The steelbark, the Sirensong bells, the Kariath trees. Unbeknownst to him though, one bush, a normal bush, was touched by the little girl and something strange had happened to it. Magic, that unpredictable and unforeseeable force, altered the bush ever so slightly. To the point that it escaped the god.

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A week later and at night a golden glow lit up the whole hill of Gallath. Small motes of that light broke off and flew through the air. Days after that, aided by he great power of Uwné, green began to break through the broken realm of Uwné. Trees grew into forests and hardy plants took residence up in the craggy lands. The cordgrass was encouraged to cover more and more land, further away from the river. Eventually the realm of Uwné was no longer a desolate wasteland but a thriving, vibrant land.

As Uwné watched the motes of light carrying the seeds fly day and night, his mind roamed towards Ahtziri. She had already blessed his realm with the ore-worms burrowing deep beneath them. Even now he could feel them and when the time was right he would tell of them to his people. Though he wondered if she would bring more of her unique life here.

[hider=Summary]Uwné is working on some plant-life when a little girl spies on him. He catches her. The little girl, curious as any child, starts asking about the many potted plants Uwné had in his workshop. With pride he explained what they were. Then a week later he seeds his realm with the various plants he had carefully made[/hider]

[hider=MA Summary]
- 0 MA (reduced): Creation of mundane flora in Uwné’s realm.
- 0 MA (reduced): Creation of special flora in Uwné’s realm. Examples: the Steelbark Tree (endemic), Labyrinth mushrooms: the mindreading mushrooms that expand by finding fertile land in fauna’s memories, Sirensong bells: flowers that emit a soft sound that sooths and calms large herbivores, Kariath trees: trees whose resin can be burned as incense which encourages creativity and whose fruit induces a state of total focus, khatem flowers: tea bulb flowers, Yrrassil bushes, delius trees and guardian trees: trees that grow around orbs of power, accidental concentrations of magical power, the trees grow around them to calm the power down
- 0 MA (reduced): Creating 2 fauna phenomenon/random mutations: everblossom trees. Trees that blossom year around except during winter. A rare mutation that means the tree rarely actually produces viable seeds and it generally exhausts the tree rather quickly. Leading to its death. Everautumn Trees: a mutation that causes the leaves of the tree to discolor into red, yellow and orange year round as if it is always autumn. The mutation is less dangerous to trees but the discoloration does mean it grows slower. Both mutations can be found in nearly all trees at random. Though selective breeding could procreate them as well (with a lot of effort)
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