[h3][color=#C59401]Arvum[/color][/h3]
Staring out over the First Farm, Arvum clutched a small crystal within the palm of his hand. His attention turned to a small fire, dried grass slowly burning within a hole encircled by stones. A small slab of stone rested above the flame, used to dry out thin slices of xo meat on top of it. It reminded him of Yoliyachicoztl and the promise that he had made to the Lady of Billowing Heat. Glancing back into his palm, his work had been completed. 

While he had experienced the wilderness of his creation, he shaped the gemstone to contain the potential of sapient life in the image of his mortal guise. He had enjoyed his time along the plains, but he had learned all that he needed to learn. He knew that he could not directly lead his inheritors once they awakened. If he did, they would grow dependent upon him, and it would compromise their freedom of choice. Nor could he live along them without leading them, they needed time to grow apart from him. He also knew that Galbar required his diligent hand. There was still much work that he needed to perform elsewhere. 

As he worked upon creating sapient life, he become more aware of their limitations. Thus, he used a small spade to dig a hole rather than using his bare heads. The spade was made of commonly available bone, hemp and stone. Perhaps it was rather pointless considering he would soon abandon his mortal form, but he thought that he should appreciate his last night before his divine toil continued. He placed the crystal into the soil, his godly power entering it, causing its color to shift from quartz white to the same golden brown as his eyes. Even after he had buried it, the soil radiated his holy color. 

There was one last thing he needed to do. His inheritors would require his knowledge and wisdom, [color=#C59401]"I was born in a place further than the sun, in a majestic palace adorned in fineries. However, I knew that was not my place and wandered to Galbar."[/color]

He continued to his story, about how he adorned his cloak with grass, wandered into the molten depths and shaped stone and metal into vegetables, the creation of the First Farm and his days within the expansive plains including his taming and care of several animals, such as horses and sheep. He had glossed over the first bits, but he had went into great detail about his experiences within the plains. That was the knowledge that they required to thrive within the plains. 

He finished with, [color=#C59401]"As I gave name to these fields, I give name to my inheritors. I grant you the name of the realm, Eidolon. While others may live within it, and you may live apart from it, you and your inheritors shall be the rightful owners of the plains."[/color]

The sun's rays moved across the terrain, welcoming the beginning of a new day. Arvum vanished, having discarded his guise and moved elsewhere. The buried crystal's radiance expanded, until it had spent all of the divine power stored within it and faded from the world. From this act of creation, the Eidolon were born. 

[hider= Story]Arvum spent his time living along the Eidolon Plains, working on creating mortal life in the meanwhile. Having accomplished all that he needed, he is disappointed that he needs to live, but knows that he is needed elsewhere and that his presence would only hamper his creation. He buries the crystal and tells it his story, including a lot of useful knowledge about how to survive in the plains. As the sun rises, Arvum leaves and the Eidolon are born. The post also includes detail about how the Eidolon will make fire, prepare meat and make spades.[/hider]

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Starting: 13
Ending: 9

-4 Vigor - Created the Sapient Race, the Eidolon : Pale to Bronze skin, typically on  the tall side of a regular human. Slightly pointed ears. Their eye color can change, but typically starts as gold-brown. They have rectangular markings on their chest, right above their hands, and between their knee and foot that are the same color as their eyes. They have horns, typically on the forehead that small and pointed. Instead of blood they have life energy. If they are cut open, they don't bleed out unless that life energy has an organic vessel to flow into. They have empathic touch, allowing them to sense the type and intensity of emotions that beings that they touch are feeling. 

-Free - Told the Century Folktale : Taught the Eidolon all of the skills that are required to live a nomadic herder-gatherer life-style. Discounted from Cultivation domain. 
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