[h3]Voligan[/h3] The Great Bearer of Lands, The Earthheart. Aspect: Earth Vigor: 16 “We will, Sala. I look forward to it.” Voligan watched the salt goddess and the Monarch leave with misgiving. Perhaps he was wrong, but kind beings didn’t decree themselves the rulers of all, enslave their creations and demand that they create for him. The less interactions they all had with the Monarch, the better. He would have to do something about that. Nodding his goodbye to Yoliyachicoztl, Voligan himself headed down towards the empty spot in the ocean beneath them. Ruina had done her work well, certainly. While it wasn’t quite what he had imagined for a central meeting place, it would work well. Maybe even better. Voligan landed gently on the ground, surrounded by suspended walls of sea water. This would do nicely. It was central, within the eyes of the Monarch (so there wouldn’t be any questions of loyalty or hidden dealings) and big enough for all of them. He would have to thank Ruina later. Voligan placed one massive hand on the ground and concentrated. A moment later, the ground at the edges of the suspended sea rumbled violently as the tips of mountains pushed through them. All around Volgian a circular mountain range rose up into the sky. They cut through the walls of water like a fin on the surface, until they finally stopped at the top of the suspended ocean. They were all uniform in design, with none being higher or lower than the others or differing in any way. His siblings could design their mountains as they wished, but he had other things to do. Besides, it would give them a nice surprise when they arrived here. He looked around to view his handiwork. A circular ring of mountains for meeting, with a barren plain between them from any disputes that required action instead of words. It was a good area for a council. One that wouldn’t require the Monarch’s attention every time that a dispute was had. As Voligan was standing there, feeling pleased with himself, the Monarch returned. Voligan only nodded his head in respect and appreciation of the title. The Great Bearer of Lands was a mouthful and he would like to have less of the Monarch’s attention on him than he had recently had, but he wasn’t about to complain about it either. He took one last look at his creation and then nodded to himself. He would tell the rest of the family later. Right now he needed to find the Goddess of Honor. As Voligan was getting to leave the central island, he heard a voice calling out for help. Looking over, it was the Goddess of Dance. The Feverfoot, trapped in a struggle with the waves. [hr] Battered and torn up, Voligan returned to the unmarked resting place of Aletheseus and watched with interest as the blood of the god of Fortitude carried out his last will. Mountains, rugged and strong, spread across the peninsula as far as the eye could see. They reached towards the sky like massive bones coming out of the dirt. The magic in Aletheseus’ blood lost power as it reached the edges of the peninsula and the Plains, turning into hills and then beaches and ground respectively. Still, it was impressive how far the Aletheseus’ will had gone. Even in death, he was resilient. The mountains would be called the Bones of Fortitude. Voligan would make sure of it. It would only be fitting that Aletheseus’s mountains were named after him. These mountains would also be an excellent place to place mortals, with a little touch of his own here and there. Raising his hands, he brought forth more of Astus’s minerals and gems throughout the Bones, so that mortals he placed there would be able to craft and forge in the future. The metals flowed through the peninsula like water and settled within the many mountains and caverns throughout them. He put his fingers into the earth and encouraged the grounds around and in the Bones to be filled with nutrients so that Phelenia’s seeding would take place and expand quickly, sustaining the life that he would bring. His mortals would need a strong place to live, one that would protect them and shelter them from any dangers that may arise while at the same time not stifling their growth and strength. To this end he moved to the center of the Bones and raised his hands once more to the sky. With a rumbling [i]crack[/i] another peak rose from the valley below Voligan. It continued to rise, spreading out and racing towards the sky at a blistering pace. Higher and higher it rose, absorbing the mountains next to it as it expanded at the same time, until it was scraping the top of the atmosphere. When Voligan had finished growing it, he began shaping it to his will. It would need caves, tunnels, and caverns so that his mortals would be able to expand and move through it freely. Voligan shaped the interior to his desires, making it perfect for a species of mortals to grow safely in. He drew more minerals, gems, and ores into this gigantic mountain. His chosen mortals would need it. They would also need food. He put extra nutrients into the caverns and tunnels, ensuring that it would be a fertile place to live. Looking upon it once more, Voligan rumbled in a pleased manner. This was a good place. He would call it The Earthheart, inspired by Rosa’s nickname for him. Movement caught his eye and he saw that Aletheseus’s will had created life as well. His form shrunk and changed to a rocky and vaguely humanoid shape, as he didn’t want to destroy these creatures before they even had a chance to live, and he went down towards them. [url=https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/54243095e4b07ee637a9f812/1609078744951-T7795MQNR54Q6GBAMIFE/malkuth-exF.jpg?format=1500w]Guardians[/url]. They were massive, by mortal standards. Strong and made of stone, they looked around as if searching for something. Voligan watched them, as they silently wandered around the Bones. They paused only to look in caves or around boulders, moving on when they did not find what they were looking for. It was curious, watching them work. At first he thought they had been looking for some form of sustenance, but they turned away from open veins he had led to the surface, nor did they eat any of the rocks or burgeoning plant life. After a while, it finally dawned on Voligan what they were searching for. Aletheseus’s last moments had been of thinking to protect the mortals. They were doubtlessly looking to protect the mortals that he had so valued. Voligan would help them. Besides, too many of them in his Earthheart and his mortals would never be able to grow. He gathered the majority of them (leaving a few in the Bones for his own mortals) and then raced across Galbar as fast as he could, pausing only to drop them in various places. He didn’t know where his siblings were going to make sapient life, but he knew it would expand across Galbar sooner or later. He placed a few near the Bjorks in particular. They already looked like they needed protection, and the Guardians needed something to protect. Really it was a win win. He returned to the Bones, satisfied that he had spread the Guardians (as he had named them) sufficiently around the earth. Now all he needed was mortals, and he knew just the Goddess to go too. [hr] Voligan was heading back to the Bones, 100k humans in tow, when the lands to the north were completely annihilated in a display of power that rivaled and surpassed Ruina’s ‘test’ at the beginning of time. Voligan stopped in his tracks, shielding the humans in his care with more layers of rock and earth, and looked over the inner sea. Someone had thrown mountains into the land, and he felt something whither and break within the world. What, he was not sure. But it needed to be investigated. Not while he was carrying mortals with him, however. He hurriedly returned to the Earthheart, separating the humans into two even groups, each into their own orb of earth. He needed to move quickly. There was no time for theatrics as he manipulated their forms. The first group he encouraged the turn to flesh and bone that Homura had built into the humans, shortening them and making them on average stronger and hardier. They would need to be to survive in the Earthheart and the Bones. The others he removed the turn entirely from them, ensuring that they would be made of stone and that their offspring would have to be built with whatever materials were at hand. Their lot was not to be made of lesh, but inorganic materials and unending life. A rune was given to them, that they could carve into the bodies of their children and it would draw a blank soul from Theyra’s afterlife. A soul with no memories, no personality, and no desires of its past life. Voligan worked quickly, manipulating the lives and spirits of his humans until they were almost unrecognizable from the humans Homura had given him. They would be distantly related, certainly, but it would be [i]very[/i] distantly. Some of the shorter ones, which he named dwarves, he placed into the Earthheart. The rest of them, and the others (which he named golems) he spread across the continents of Galbar. This was less precise than his spreading of the Guardians had been, but there wasn’t any time for careful planning. Something terrible had just happened and he needed to figure out what before the Monarch came knocking on all their doors. The golems and dwarves spread around the earth, with his chosen dwarves already inhabiting the Earthheart, Voligan made his way towards the destroyed land to figure out what happened and why everything felt so [i]wrong.[/i] He could only hope that it wasn’t something like what Iqelis had done to Aletheseus, but his instincts told him he was a fool for hoping that. His instincts were vindicated as he came across the Tlacan sea and its floating islands. The whole depressing area reeked of Iqelis’ touch, and Voligan made sure to stay above and away from the cursed area. There was nothing he could do about the doomed area but tell his mortals to stay away from it and hope that the other gods would do the same. It would bring only misery to any who ventured there. Passing over Iqelis’ handy work, Voligan quickly made his way to the devastated area. There was no obvious answer to his question, so he would have to search. Unfortunately. [hider=Summary] Buckle up for a time jumping Voligan extravaganza. -Voligan leaves the meeting with Monarch, Yoli, and Sala after saying goodbye to Yoli, and then makes his meeting place for the gods: The Crown of Galbar. -He looks at his handy work with pride, politely nods in acceptance of the title from the Monarch, and then gets ready to go find Homura because he wants to make sapient life too, but gets distracted by Rosa calling for help. You can read that collab [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5307946]here[/url] -After saving Rosa,nearly killing (and then witnessing the death of) Aletheseus, Voligan returns to Aletheseus’ unmarked grave and watches the last vestiges Aletheseus’s will take place. Aletheseus’ blood creates The Bones of Fortitude, and gives life to the non-sapient but very powerful [url=https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/54243095e4b07ee637a9f812/1609078744951-T7795MQNR54Q6GBAMIFE/malkuth-exF.jpg?format=1500w]Guardians[/url]. These massive creatures are an average height of 20ft and exist to protect areas, particularly those areas containing mortal life. A CS on those will come later, but Voligan spreads them across Galbar. -Voligan then creates a 30k feet tall mountain in the center of the Bones, calls it [s]Everest, but bigger[/s] The Earthheart. He makes it filled with caves and caverns, nourishes those caves and caverns with nutrients that will support plant and animal life (building on what Phelenia had done) and then leaves to go find Homura for realizies this time, needing sapients to put in The Earthheart. He finds her and you can read that collab [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5307055]here[/url] -As he’s returning to the Bones to begin his mortal spree, Yuadiel murders the shit out of Ashevelen and I’m sure you’ve already read that collab. Voligan goes ‘what the fuck was that’ quickly makes his mortals (the dwarves and the golems, there will be a CS on them both soon), spreads them with far less precision than he spread the Guardians, and heads over to the newly destroyed area to figure out what the hell just happened. [/hider] [hider=Vigor] -2 Vigor spent to make [i]The Crown of Galbar[/i] Mountain range/godly meet up area. 14 Vigor left. -2 Vigor spent to make [i]The Earthheart[/i] the world’s largest mountain at 30k feet, specifically designed to best hold sapient life. 0 Vigor spent to nourish the cave and tunnel systems to support plant (in this case, fungal) life and put valuable minerals and ores in them. (Free aspect: Earth, also building on the seeding that Phelenia had started). 12 Vigor left. -4 vigor (2 on 50k of the humans and 2 on the other 50k of the humans) spent to turn humans into dwarves and golems, respectively. Dwarves function like normal humans except that they are shorter, denser, and stronger on average (not superhuman, but like how strongmen are stronger than the average person) than humans. Golems can be made of whatever material happens to be at hand, but the parents have to build their offspring themselves and then carve a rune into them that will take a soul from the afterlife and place it into the body. This soul will be made blank by the process, thus not having any memories, personality, or desires from their previous life. No, Voligan did not ask Theyra if this was okay. -Aletheseus’s last vigor: 8 Spent to create the Bones of Fortitude, 3 Vigor spent to create the Guardians. Voligan: 8 Vigor left. [/hider]