[color=a2d39c][center][h1]Phelenia[/h1][/center][/color]

Phelenia was soaring!

Some time ago, she didn’t know and didn’t care how long, she had been slinging herself through the darkened jungle of her kin had made. She was filled with joy to see how her gift had been molded and used to beautify the world. In due time, she planned, she would return to the palace to see how the orb would look from afar. For now, she just relished the wilderness. Eventually, though, she decided to take her rest near a fresh brook. Then she felt it. That unfamiliar presence. Never in her life had she actually been watched, or so she thought. But now, she felt the peering gaze of eyes upon her. She got up and looked around. Was it one of her kin approaching her?

No, it wasn’t. It was a creature of darkness with a pitch-black coat. Seemingly glowing eyes peered from the shadows in which it thought it was invisible. But Phelenia was a goddess attuned to nature. She could see all. So she saw it stalking her from afar. There was no fear though. Only happiness. “Come here!” She said with her arms wide open. This too would be one of her children.

The creature, confused, charged. It jumped and ran across the uneven ground and when it was close enough it leaped. And then it felt that power. A power that forced it to change. Suddenly it was filled with fear. Parts of its back and legs died the moment it got too close to Phelenia. Mushrooms sprouted from the necrotic flesh. Its balance fell away completely as it yelped in fear and fell down. More of its body died and was replaced with mushrooms, which died then as well. Only to be replaced with grasses and then flowers. With big eyes, the panther looked on as its body died underneath it until the randomly lashing force of Phelenia infected its mind as well.

And so the goddess of nature, queen of life, stood with her arms open before a pile of grass and flowers and mushrooms. Horrified now, by her own power.

Ever since she has begun to adopt other shapes. Natural shapes that suppressed her power. She didn’t mind. She had run across plains and forests as part of a deer herd. In the skies she had flown as part of a murmuration as natural instinct had taken over. In the thick jungles she had run as scaled beasts. Hunting prey to survive. Not that she actually needed to eat, but that prey drive was too strong. That single-minded purpose had taken her over completely.

And now she had found a new world. Where everything was giant. She herself had taken the shape of a giant eagle. Their eyes could see so much! But even in her animal form, she was different. Her feathers were large and tipped with green. It – through divine power – reminded the animals around her that she was not just a mere eagle. Below was a beautiful and rich land of swamps and lakes. A world of water. Filled with strange, scaled and finned creatures. It gave her an idea. The oceans so far were beautiful but not moving. The kelp forests just danced with the waves the moon now made. Maybe she should add to the water that which others had added to the land and the skies?

But her mind was ripped away from such divine thoughts by a baser instinct. She sensed something. Something below. She flew lower. There was a small river flowing through the forest. Except there was something wrong. Some of her children, the trees, were gone. Leaving only stumps in the ground. She came down lower and landed upon the tree.

[color=a2d39c]“Who did this?”[/color] Phelenia hissed as she watched the stump. This was not claimed by a ferocious wind or a titanic creature. The stump almost looked… eaten. And there was this smell. This thick, oily smell in the air. As an eagle she looked up and around. What was the source of that-

There it was. Off in the distance. An edifice of horror. A larger dam, far larger than any regular beaver dam should ever be. Housed by large, flat-tailed rodents. Some with sharpened sticks strapped on their backs.

With a deafening shriek she summoned the predators of this land to her. None could ignore her call. Eagles flew over. Wolves howled. The roar of bears could be heard echoing in the vale. [color=a2d39c]“Explain!”[/color] She demanded. And the animals that came, did so. They told her of something strange that fell from the world and that behaved with seemingly no sense of self-preservation. It spilled a strange juice around and also made the flat-tails. At first the predators thought they were the same as any other rodents. Instead, the flat-tails began to gather sticks and mud. Instead of searching caves or a tree to hide under, they made their own places of safety.

This alone was a grave offense. Phelenia listened and seethed as the predators told their story. How they hunted some of them but most began to fight back when hunted with sharp branches. Regally, like the queen she knew she was, Phelenia perched atop the tree stump and kept listening. When the tales were done and the predators left, she stood alone on the stump for a while. Leering at the dam.

No, she would have to teach them a lesson.

The Bjorks of the Rod Clan were the first to hear it. It came from the green eagle flying overhead, which had made the guards pretty restless already. The call was nothing natural. It was low, rumbling, and loud. Overpoweringly loud. When it stopped, there was a tension. What had just happened? Something rustled in the bushes. Things took flight from the trees.

The guards took their spears in both hands. Something was coming. More birds took flight from the faraway forests. Their flight formed a pattern. Something was coming. Females and children were ushered inside. Something was coming! The strongest were told to arm themselves. To safety! To safety!

It was too late.

Bjork foragers and woodcutters came yelling out of the forest’s edge. Screaming about predators. Before a giant bear burst through the under bush and ripped the back open of one of them. Three more great bears came tearing through the forest and into the open field near the dam. Bjorks ran and cried. Above the hunting shriek of eagles echoed through the valley. Chaos erupted as Bjork ran over Bjork. They dove into the river. Hoping it would be safe inside their home. Brave and valiant guards held their spears up. Willing to fight. Some ran, realizing there would be no fight. Bear claws ripped through hides and branches. Some of the spears found purchased. But only a drop of blood at most could be won from the thick hides that were preparing for the cold winter. One bear roared up in the sky. Seemingly answering the call. The small Bjorks were flung around through the air or savaged in the maw of a giant bear.

Some started to run and swim towards the other bank, where the woods were still close. But from above shadows came down. Giant eagles shrieked as they unfolded their wings and grabbed Bjork after running Bjork. From high above they released them again. More Bjorks ran or dove. Only to see the bodies of their kin fall around them. The horrid sound of breaking bones was everywhere. Red streaks ran through the river.

Phelenia looked on from above. It was not enough. She herself dove down and called out to the beasts again. Filling them with an unnatural need to destroy. One bear roared and charged for the dam. The construction of wood, mud, and clay was strong. But so was the bear. With its paws it ripped open. In places, the dam started to flood over as bears began to tear holes into the construction.

The green eagle landed into one of the ripped open dens. A strange miasma hung here. A mixture of tree sap and roots. Not to be eaten, but kept in safety. Not somewhere in nature. No, it was kept in vile, Bjork-made branch-and-clay caves. Two of the beaver-people laid dead already. Male and female. One child, a small one, lay screaming near them.

Phelenia, with her eagle eye, looked at it. [color=a2d39c]“Sins of the father.”[/color] She said in Bjork tongue. [color=a2d39c]“Sins of the mother. Sins of all the other.”[/color] And with that she slashed the child with her claw.

When the bears left and the eagles had their fill of Bjork meat, serenity returned to the dam of Voga. Half-eaten bodies laid around. Blood still streaked the river. The Bjorks started to creep out of their hiding places to look upon the ruin. But they quickly huddled together and away from sight again as a singular giant eagle with green-tipped wings came down again.

Phelenia landed upon the broken dam of Voga and stretched out her wings. [color=a2d39c]“Hear me sinner-beasts! Renounce your vile ways. Return to your lives of nature. Lay down the sharpened branch and the spoiled saps. This has been a warning to you all.”[/color] And with that she took off again. She flew south, far away south. Beyond the horizon. There were other matters to attend.

[hider=Summary]Phelenia flies as she remembers her first interaction with an animal and why she decided to assume the shape of animals now. But she notices something off below and spots a great dam. She summons the local predators to explain what happened. That the Bjork moved into the area and built the dam. This pisses Phelenia off and she decides to use her powers to destroy the dam.

She summons giant bears and eagles to attack the dam and even kills a baby Bjork herself. After that she warns the "sinner-beasts" to return to their natural ways.[/hider]

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Start Vigor Phelenia: 13 Vigor
- 1 to Summon the predators of an area to explain what happened
- 1 to Summon the predators of an area to attack the Voga dam
End vigor Phelenia: 11 Vigor
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