[center][h1][color=Deepskyblue][b][i]Chailiss[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center] [hr] The Shepard tended to his great flock of many animals, setting them right within their respective homelands. The mighty mammoths meandered to the great plains, steppes and grasslands. With them went many a creature, so suited for the open lands that they were. In the great forests he sent he guided the squirrels, owls, mink, woodpecker and more so that they might thrive in those places. Out on the beaches and ice flows, in the lakes and streams, he sent those more inclined for watery lives to live within and around. Great bears of snowy white went far north, chasing plump seals and other prey. Salmons, trouts, and other fishes of great size populated the waterways, giving food to great brown bears and fishers. To the canyons he sent rams, sheep and those who could survive the harshest of environments at the top of the lands. This took the God uncountable days, for he was immersed within his work and dare not stray for long else catastrophe occurs. When the land had at last settled into a rhythmic harmony and cycle of life, did Chailiss finally give pause. And it was then that he flew up high, to the point that his land was but an island did he take in the works of his peers. He had noticed the moon straight away, so large and beautiful did it look upon them all. He could not help but think that it resembled him, but his thoughts wandered to the ice ring that surrounded the planet. It had now grown dark and dull, no longer the same spectacle that it had once been. This saddened the god but only ever so slightly. He moved his attention away from the heavens after spotting little else of interest. It was then he spotted the continents below, vast and wondrous no doubt. Not long after, their Lord Creator spoke for all to hear, naming Voligan a title for his efforts. There came no mention of his own work, which was unfortunate. Perhaps the creator had perceived all the land created as Voligans achievement alone, despite all his help? Perhaps He did not know all, as it seemed he had, or had he not cared enough for any mention? Regardless, he pushed such thoughts down, for they would only bring trouble if acted upon. He hummed a sad tune and negan to descend from his mighty perch. Yet the message of Ruina sank into his mind like a sharp and painful note. He saw memories that were not his own layed out before him as if he had been there in her place. This… Iqelis, he spoke with such arrogance that Chailiss felt revolted by the mere sight and sound of him. And it seemed he had a rivalry with Yudaiel, to what end the god of cold could only guess. The complete destruction of one or the other? Regardless, Chailiss would heed this warning, even if it came from Ruin herself. Two gods to watch out for… Two gods seemed such few a number and from the sound of it, it was one god alone in both cases. Perhaps an alliance could be made against them… Perhaps… His attention fell upon the second jewel of the heavens. Silence took him as he watched overhead; it became disfigured with great cracks and lines cutting deep. Akin to a great hand slowly raking the surface like a bed of coals. The moon's beauty was forever marred before his sight and it made him angry. Such unnecessary, spiteful destruction! He could not- he would not allow it to happen to his own land. Else he be marred himself. Chailiss descended in a flurry and arrived where Zenia’s obelisk sat. Feeling power swell within him he whipped up a blizzard of terrible speed and from within he beckoned forth something new to his lands. They came alive upon the winds, slender creatures attuning to his deep hum. More of air and chill, they did not take solid shape for they flowed in unnatural ways and were all but ethereal in their native form. Thousands upon thousands came to being, fluttering in the great blizzard of their birth, adding their own hums to their creator. They were the Nisshiniek, spirits of his realm. Watchers and protectors of the land ever more. As the blizzard died, he beckoned them to depart. For though they were animals and their intelligence lacking, they were capable of understanding his voice and from it, his needs. More remarkable, was that they could inhabit the very essence of the land itself as long as it was cold. By bridging the gap between inanimate and animate, they could inhabit objects and use them as shells. Even now he watched as one flew into a boulder and bid the stone to rise. Another became the ice of the glaciers, and another swam as the water, or a small piece of it. One tried to possess a flying eagle, but was rejected, as it should be. Another… Chailiss hummed as one Nisshi attempted to inhabit him. It tried in vain for a time but ended up circling him instead. The god chuckled softly and as he watched it fly away, he gave it a greater awareness that would awaken in time. Though the Nisshiniek were potent, he knew every land needed a champion. [hr] Chailiss wandered his lands, taking in the sights as he became intimately close to what he and Zenia created. He hoped the younger Goddess was well. Eventually a new smell, one unfamiliar with him, came upon his senses. It was there that his journey turned to the east and he flew upon a land he did not remember creating. Waterways, rivers, lakes, foliage small and wide, dotted with animals that fit it came into view. Had Zenia created such a thing and he had missed it? Surely not? It wasn’t until the Winter Lord heard others speaking that he knew this had not been the work of either God. He came upon a lake with strange mounds in the waterways, followed by loud slaps on the water and strange cries. He found them then, for he had unwittingly brought a terrible cold that began to freeze the waters and chill the bones of the fledgling furred people. Chailiss was perplexed by this development, engrossed in understanding what he was looking at. Had he not created similar creatures, but much much larger? Why did they point and grab their heads? Why did they look so cold? Then it dawned upon him and the God of Cold realized his mistake. In a blink his form dissipated upon a strong breeze and from the very center of where he had been, descended a creature that looked like them, but of white fur and steely blue eyes. Chailiss bid the coldest parts of himself away in favor of not startling the people further. His new feet settled upon earth and he took the sensation of his toes sinking amidst the mud as a pleasant surprise. He flexed his hands, looking upon his new digits with awe. He looked upon his tail and slapped it on the ground as he had seen. It gave a thud, rather than a slap. It must only work in the water, to announce trouble. As he looked upon his new body with fascination, a few with brave hearts approached him warily. One was larger than the other, though they really looked the same. The smaller one played with their hands, as the bigger of the two spoke up in a frightened voice. “We don’t want any trouble here friend, state your business.” The smaller one nodded in agreement. They both shook with fear all the same. [color=Deepskyblue]”There is nothing to fear.”[/color] Chailiss spoke with a voice of untold winters, [color=Deepskyblue]”I mean you no harm upon this day, not anymore then what I have already caused.”[/color] The two gave each other odd looks. The smaller one then burst out, “We saw you descend as the moon blew away. What are you?” [color=Deepskyblue]”I am the deepest frost, the coolest day. Caretaker, Shepard of all you see. I beckon the winter to arrive, for it to go. I am it’s lord, and this land is my realm. You will know me as Chailiss, God of Cold.”[/color] He ended, his divine voice leaking through as he spoke to anoint himself. The two mortals before him, quivered with fear before falling to their knees. Whether out of fear or reverence, he would find out shortly. [color=Deepskyblue]”Do not be frightened. Rise, no harm will come to you or anyone here. I am curious about your kind. You did not come from me, then who? And what do you call yourselves?”[/color] He asked in a softer voice, now much the same as it had been when he first spoke in that body. Slowly the two rose, glancing at each other. “I am Unos and this is Jeran, we are of clan Jera, of the proud lake home Urata. We come from the Glade of the Singing Maker. It is a great trek away from here now, for our people have traveled far in his streams and rivers to reach this land.” Unos, the smaller of the two had said, standing taller with confidence as he spoke. Chailiss had listened intently, more questions forming. “We should take this Lord to your mother, Unos.” Jeran said, “The matriarch and the clan will want to meet him.” Unos clacked his teeth. “Yeah, I suppose that’s a good idea. Come on then, O Lord of Winter.” Jeran elbowed Unos and the lad winced. “I mean… We would be delighted and honored if you would join us.” He dipped his head. Chailiss gave a half smile, [color=Deepskyblue]”The honor is mine.”[/color] He said and together they made their way into the waters. And so it was, Chailiss would stay with the Bjork, learning of them and their ways for a time. Much would be shared, questions would find answers and Chailiss would pass on wisdom and aid whenever he could. He would, in time, earn a new moniker from the beaver folk. They would call him, Old Bjork. [hider=Summary] Chailiss guides the land and his animals, placing them where they need to be. Then he goes up to survey the world and sees the moon and other lands before his thoughts are breached by Ruina’s message. This worries him and he realizes that an alliance might need to be made to combat the more destructive gods. He then goes back down to his land and created the Nisshiniek, protectors and guardians of the land. Spirits that can possess cold objects(ice, rocks, water, etc) and use them as bodies and shells. He also boops one with champion status but that will be delved into later. Next he winds up in the land of a thousand lakes and decides to learn of the Bjork and their ways. Post ends. [/hider] [hider=Vigor] Starting 8 -3 Vigor for creating the Nisshiniek (extraordinary species), spirit like entities that thrive in the cold lands of the north. They can possess cold objects and use them as shells/bodies. -1 Championfy one of the Nisshiniek for later use. Ending 4 [/hider]