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[h2][color=9e0b0f]Tuku Llantu[/color][/h2]
Vigor: 1 
Domains: The Hunt[/center]

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[b]Something to love. Something to hate.[/b]

Tuku's Homestead at the heart of the wildlands grew ever more lively by the day. The god always brought back all that was peculiar and interesting to them, making not only trophies but putting the materials to use in cooking and crafting, the god of the hunt becoming quite proud of some of the culinary marvels they cooked up. And yet...

Other crafts not exactly related to hunting were also of their interest, pottery, for example, not only produced vessels fit to preserve the materials gathered but was also a great creative outlet. Weaving was also interesting and when made in a pattern could create fabrics, like the banners Tuku placed up to signal their land. And yet...

Not to count the central heart of the home, with a blazing fire, warm and inviting, a bit glorious but not too much, enough for Tuku to make themselves superior but not enough to fully alienate whoever showed up at his homestead, after all, all who came to their halls were to be treated as brothers. And yet... no one would really come, right?

Yes, that was the issue wasn't it? No matter what new topic the god became interested in, be it how much they loved the colorful fishes of the rivers or how neat it was that a whole section of a jungle in the core of the wildlands froze overnight, there was a sense of solitude, no one to sit by their side and hear whatever they wanted to say.

Each time the god thought about being more receptive to their siblings. Something happened.

Be it Ruina's message and the mention of palace intrigue, be it disasters on a global scale, be it the exaggerated response of his sibling over a bloody twig, be it... well, many other things.

Tuku valued family and yet his family was not one to be loved but to be hated, their noise was annoying and even in the depths of the woods it could not be escaped, their minds clouded by insanity and stupidity, most of them would not survive a single winter if made into mortals, and yet here they were, made into gods who demanded worship and respect, able to kill and destroy as they pleased with their infantile and demented minds. Disgust was all Tuku could feel.

But perhaps to procrastinate and hide was not the answer. No. Hiding from the noise was just not enough. It was time to face it, and screech louder if necessary. To start, the staff...

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[b]The staff of the wanderer[/b]

The world had been scarred. If it was pure stone, the fissures and cracks created would direct the flow of water, forming streams over them, similarly, the flow of energy, be it primordial, spiritual or the very mana that was infused upon the atmosphere, was not even, instead it followed the path of least resistance among the land, along with the scars of divine work.

Sometimes the flow pooled, and this created areas of greater energy than others. The wildlands had been made into one, which was what initially brought the god's interest into this, but now they wanted to survey the rest of the world. While their divine senses did well, they wanted more, which is why they sought the branch of the tree in the first place.

Now it was the time to carve them, sanctify them as now raw mana and nature but as the hunter's tool. This was done by marking it with symbols, patterns, and animal figurines, creating a tall carved walking stick they called "The staff of the wanderer" a divine relic that helped Tuku to perceive and survey the lands they explored, tracking all beings that crossed it.

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[b]Aethel and Yesaris[/b]

The god had not been blind to the plague made to inflict harm upon his domain, one hunt too many had been spoiled by creatures with the defective... no, corrupt brains. Closer inspection showed the signs of an illness inflicted by microorganisms.

It was far too focused for the parasite god, so it was easy to guess what it truly was, only one god could ever feel this much petty anger towards Tuku. Aethel was truly a foolish god, Tuku realized, to make contact with the ever repugnant Yesaris and guide the creation of something to possibly permanently corrupt the realm of the hunter was simply abhorrent, far more harmful than whatever Tuku did, at least in the god of the hunt's own opinion.

So many gods seemed to fail at the simple task of having long-term planning skills, did Aethel not see the harm Yesaris could bring upon the world? Did they consider themselves so superior to Yesaris that they would only need to worry about Tuku and how they reacted?

No matter. Now Tuku would teach Aethel what happens with one who plays near the filth. It was only fair, if parasites had been brought upon his realm, that parasites would too be brought upon the realm of the magical god.

Raising his staff and sneakily surveying the hivelands, the god found the spot Aethel had traveled upon, confirming the god of the hunt's suspicion. With the recent presence of a god, this land, in particular, had an extra charge of the force of mana that was inherent to all of The Galbar, so far no living being seemed to interact with it, but all they needed was a generous god of the hunt to teach a handful of micro-organisms to capture and leech off that mana, which is what Tuku did.

Far from a plague yet, Tuku simply didn't have the energy, focus, or the desire to make it like that by their own hands, but it was a start, a little reminder for the god of parasites that Mana existed, that it was reachable, and that they could easily feast upon it like any other matter in the world. He was sure Aethel wouldn't mind his good friend and accomplice to snack upon his work.

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[b]Observing the Bjork[/b]

Tuku had a soft spot for mortals, that was no secret. Intelligent life did not have the privilege to be wantonly foolish, they needed to adapt like all life and use their minds as a tool, which often gave rise to individuals who were clever and wise. They had so far not gotten involved with such things because while they liked the idea of sentient life they did not care enough for it to rush the natural million of a years-long process that would naturally generate it, but, since his siblings had rushed nature, there was no harm in getting involved.

No species seemed as spread out and established as the Bjork of the north, the huntsman however struggled in their approach, simply put... they were too vegetarian, and not willing to reform them into meat-eaters, the god had a big issue to deal with, he could teach them how to work the carcass of animals for bone and leather, but that would leave a lot of meat simply wasted, which was not ideal.

Instead of simply brooding over the topic all alone, they decided it was best to meet the bjorkfolk at their own homes to best understand them. Carving a new mask from local wood the god of the hunt took the beaver-like shape of this folk and clad in a cloak started to travel from dam to dam.

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The Bjork were hospitable, though at first the god did not introduce themselves or offer anything of value they were still often met with some degree of warmth by the locals, invited in to share the warmth and some of the food, though, in the north, where winter was setting in, the visage of a foreigner vagabond was not as welcomed.

Yet, the god could not fully believe this first impression alone, they wanted to test how corruptible they could be by their own desires and as such they started to bring precious goods from their travels with them, be it rare woods with fresh exotic tastes and pleasing aroma, or anything shiny, be it rock, shell or flower, to gather their interest, and the effects were quick to observe, matriarchs who once made sure they were to leave as quickly as possible now asked for them to stay one more night, Bjork once noble were willing to let their own dam go missing on food if they could exchange some of their food for those strange goods. It was... bothersome, and above all, made the god think twice before sharing their knowledge.

The mortal question, it seemed, was not one to be easily dealt with, their initial idea of going straight to the matriarchs at least seemed less likely now, they decided they did not like such central authority, be it divine or mortal, the common working man was far more to their liking.

And so, with that mindset, the Bjork with the Wooden Mask went on one more of their visits, but this time, his tale would be another, and so would be their goods. Not the branches of another continent but tools made of white rock... no, bone. It was scary, some Bjork could not link bones to anything but death, but in the next day when a wild animal attacked the gatherers along with the masked Bjork, they saw just how useful all that was. The leather coat the stranger wore protected them where most Bjork would get a dangerous wound, then their bone-tipped spear tore through the thick hide of the animal, making it immediately give up and leave, wounded and defeated.

That immediately made the local folk curious, a few of the bolder ones giving chase to the stranger as they vanished into the forest, going farther from the river than what most Bjork were comfortable with.

[color=9e0b0f]Why is it that you chase me? Last night I was scoffed by many of you young Bjork but now you seem to eagerly track me. What is it that you wish?[/color] the masked stranger said finally, having guided the young males deep into the forest.

"We... We did not believe you. Your tales of slaying beasts from a distance, of binding their bones to your weapon to better protect yourself, it all seemed very suspicious, it is not the way of the Bjork to do such things. But we have seen how easily you defeated that charging beast, and now we wish to learn your ways."

The hunter calmly picked up seeds from the ground while idly beating their tails against the grass. [color=9e0b0f]"Here."[/color] they threw each seed and each seed struck the Bjorks in between their eyes. [color=9e0b0f]"If this were rocks, all of you would have been slain by it. Take that into consideration with what I will tell you next.[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]I will teach you how to better defend yourself against the beasts that be, the tactics to corner the boars, the walruses, the bears, how to scare away the wolves and eagles, I will teach you how to create better lances, traps, and even a weapon which will let sling rocks against beasts from a safe distance. I will teach you how to make glue from blood, bones, and birch, and how to make leather from fur. In exchange, you will give me a lifelong vow, you will abdicate from positions of power within the clam, you will promise never to trade goods or your working paw, only donate. You will take the meat from the animals you slay for their materials and, in the lack of any meat-eating being amongst your community, offer them at a selected place within the forest, and offer it in my honor and in honor of the forest from which you took this bounty."[/color] the masked creature turned to face them. [color=9e0b0f]"Again, the vow is lifelong, break it, and your life will be greatly shortened to match it.[/color]

With that, half of the Bjork left, too scared of such responsibility, but a few, a few wanted that knowledge, not minding the many sacrifices that would be necessary. These would be Tuku's first pupils.

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[b]Green Murder[/b]

Of course, among their stay with the Bjork, word quickly reached the masked god of this... green murder deity, among the many gods, this was the one whose tale spoke of rage and disgust, yet, of the gods that Tuku had in their mind as potentially dangerous, this creature was none, and that left the hunter very curious trying to understand the context. Talking to the apex predators of the land and using the staff to track, Tuku felt themselves following a clear trail.

But quickly the situation worsened, Tuku knew the gods were very active in this region thanks in part to its many mortals, but they had not expected that so many would be in the direct location of the attacks. This was... bothersome. Phelenia was someone they had a deep interest in, a fellow deity of the wilds and whom they expected to find an ally in, but they had not expected such brutish behavior. In itself, Tuku did not care, they cared about mortals but was not ready to fight for every single random bipedal thing that a god did not like, but mortals could do many things, above all they could pray, and praying would fill the ego of the many siblings Tuku had, to kill the praying thing was to hurt the ego of the other gods, and that was surefire to make many of them hostile even if they did not care about the morality of killing a mortal. And with so many divine tracks observable in this area, how many now had a vow to repel, if not eliminate, the green goddess?

That wouldn't do. Although the politics and intrigues of their siblings were of little interest, the god of the hunt did not like the possibility of Phelenia being imprisoned, or worse, killed, for the wilds to become orphans was not good in a world as savage as this. But, how would they even approach the goddess and touch that topic? From all they had seen, it didn't seem like the type of deity that would find a compromise much less from a strange god they do not trust.

As they brooded, to their side, a mindless, hypnotized deer offered its own neck to a pack of wolves, who quickly tore it and its offspring. Beneath the mask the hunter smirked, they had forgotten about their little issue with the parasites, if they were offended by this, they couldn't imagine how their sister felt. Perhaps they should find her to talk about this topic.


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Tuku is feeling lonely in their home. Decide to make a staff which grants them greater abilities to survey the land.
They notice the parasite that is messing with their hunting and goes to the hivelands to investigate Aethel and Yesaris. Decides to teach some micro organisms how to hunt mana for sustenance, seeking to make Yesaris as much of a nuisance to Aethel as he is to the other gods. (Sort of expecting Yesaris will use this as the base of an actual mana parasite being)
Then they move north, teaches Bjork how to hunt and produce bone tools and leather as well as some other things, in exchange, those they thought the lesson must take a vow, making them proto-shamans.
They investigate the Green Murder and decide to seek Phelenia.

1 Vigor (Discounted from 2) to create the artifact: "The staff of the wander" which can be used to survey the land in great detail, with a focus on magical and divine energies.
0 Vigor (Discounted from 1) to teach a handful of micro-organisms how to leech off Mana for sustenance.
0 Vigor (discounted from 1) to teach Bjorks very primitive hunting techniques with a focus on acquiring bones and leather for crafting tools and defending themselves.

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