[h3]Voligan[/h3] [i]The Great Bearer of Lands, The Earthheart, Champion of the Monarch[/i] Aspects: Earth, Crafting Vigor: 13 [hr] Voligan descended from the Palace, moving his limbs as he still felt the tingling from the new shard he had acquired. It was strange. Not bad, certainly, but strange. He could still feel the remnants of the Monarch’s powers sparking through his limbs, finishing the absorption of the crystal. Voligan stopped above the [i]Crown of Galbar[/i], looking down upon his work. He would put the finishing touches on it and let the rest of his family know what he had made. Then, hopefully, they could stop murdering each other and settle their differences amongst a group of peers rather than by whomever got the jump on their opponent, or whomever happened to be the strongest. Looking around the [i]Crown[/i] he noticed something off about the wall of water surrounding the divine meeting place. Parts of it were shimmering and then collapsing down into the normal sea. Strange. Perhaps Ruina’s magic was failing at last, and he would have to reinforce it. Voligan descended towards the water level and finally saw what was causing the long upheld waters to start falling. Glowing fish were swimming in and around the walls, whipping back and forth in a feeding frenzy. They were evidently feasting on the magic that held the walls up. He could sense the magic of his sister, Sala, in them. Perhaps they were an attempt to fix the damage Ruina had caused to the ocean. Perhaps she simply desired to make them. Regardless of the reason, he needed them to stop lest they drown the [i]Crown[/i] back in the ocean Ruina had cleared. Moving quickly, faster than a mortal eye could comprehend, Voligan raced around the water walls of the [i]Crown[/i] and gathered the Godfishes that were feeding on its magical energy and placed them miles away from the [i]Crown[/i]. He didn’t want to hurt them, for surely Sala had made them for a reason, but he did need them to stop eating the water walls. Landing back in the middle of the [i]Crown[/i] Voligan placed his hand on the ground, focusing his energy. He would have to make something to keep the Godfish out and he needed to make a way to summon all the gods for meetings or disputes. He could combine both of them into one creation. For a moment, nothing happened. And then the ground rumbled, and the ocean trembled. In a wide circle around the [i]Crown[/i] a strip of land rose a couple miles into the air, pushing through the sea and creating sheer cliffs that prevented the Godfish from reaching the [i]Crown[/i]. Evenly spaced around this strip of land were massive holes made of marble that tapered down as they descended into the earth. In front of Voligan rose a conical tube, also made of marble. Pausing for a moment to make sure that his creation was solid, and there were no detectable flaws in it, Voligan nodded to himself. It would work. He placed his hands on the tube and spoke into it. As he did so, his voice travelled through the tube, down through the tunnels and out of the massive holes on the cliffs. The marble began to glow with divine energy and his voice carried to every divine being on Galbar. “Brothers and Sisters. I, Voligan the god of Earth, have been named the Champion of The Monarch. I speak with his authority, and I act on his behalf. As I am sure you have all noticed, two of our family have been murdered by their own kin. This stops now. We are better than that. We [i]will[/i] be better than that. I have established a meeting ground in the center of Galbar. If you have a dispute or a problem with anyone of divine blood, take it there at the [i]Crown of Galbar[/i]. Use this summons to get neutral gods to help settle your disputes without resorting to murder. If you do not do this and attempt to get your justice, revenge, cruel enjoyment, whatever motivates you to act against your fellow gods, I will bring the Monarch’s justice upon you. I trust that none of you will force my hand in such a manner.” Voligan stopped and the glow faded away from the Summons. All of his family had heard his message, of that he was sure. If any of his family heed his warnings and utilize the [i]Crown[/i] was a different discussion. The only thing he could do now is wait. His message delivered, he rose into the sky once more and headed west. He had a promise to the Monarch to fulfill. Once he was many miles away from the western coast of Termina, Voligan revealed his true form and landed with a crash in the ocean. He looked around, making sure that none of his siblings' creations were near. He didn’t want to interfere with their works, or worse have them interfere with this. Satisfied that there wasn’t anything out in the ocean with him, Voligan gathered his divine energy in his hands. He knelt and placed the power into the seafloor, giving rise to yet another continent. The sea bubbled and roiled as a glowing mass of metal ripped free of the sea floor and rose to the surface. Steam rose to the sky for miles around the glowing metal, blocking it from sight. As the steam cleared and the metal cooled, Voligan’s great work finally became clear. It was miles and miles of stations and tools for collecting and refining resources, and then forging, crafting, and shaping them into arms and armor. Various openings to the Labyrinth dotted the landscape, surrounded by collection and distribution centers. The edges all had watchtowers with various siege weapons on them, to prevent any mortals from going where they should not. In the center was a gigantic forge and anvil, designed so that Voligan could use it himself in his true form. The entire continent radiated magical energy and Voligan rumbled, pleased with his work. Now all it needed was workers to man it. He considered the golems for a moment, but no. They would be too independent and intelligent for the endless, monotonous work that this would require. He needed simple creatures that would obey his every command and never grow tired of it. Never even have the chance to grow tired of it. Their only thoughts would be to follow his orders. No sentient race could be used for that. So Voligan gathered his power and drew metal from the various portals of the Labryinth. In his hands, he created his servants. They were made of metal, and while they were reminiscent of golems, they possessed no souls. No personalities. No will of their own. They did, however, possess a drive to obey and create. They would create the arms and armor that the Monarch required for his personal guard, and defend his forge from invaders. With that done, Voligan immediately set them to work. They would need to start immediately to be ready for the Monarch’s demands. And he would be ready for the Monarch’s demands. He hadn’t been given the shard of Crafting for nothing, and he wasn’t going to fail. Setting his creations on the ground, dubbing them Automatons, he shifted and felt a jangle along his wrist. Looking down, he rumbled in pleased surprise. The gift from Rosa, so long ago, was still with him. He needed to visit her once more, and see how she was doing. He hadn’t been able to track her since she found her boat and went across the sea once again. It had been too long. [hider=Summary] -Voligan goes down to the [i]Crown of Galbar[/i], pleased with himself and intent upon finishing his work there. He finds Godfish eating the water walls and stops them by creating the Monument the [i]Summons.[/i] Using the [i]Summons[/i] he sends a message to every divine being on Galbar telling them, in short: ‘'I'm the champion, stop trying to kill each other you fucking animals, if you have a dispute take it up on this meet up island with some of your neutral peers, if you don't do that I'll kick your ass’. -He then heads out to the big empty ocean to the west of Termina, makes a continent sized Monument called the [i]Forge of Worlds[/i] and populates it with an unintelligent race that’s only purpose is to obey his will called the [i]Automatons.[/i] Their current orders are to use the [i]Forge of Worlds[/i] to make the super powerful arms and armor for the Monarch and to defend the [i]Forge of Worlds[/i] from anyone snooping around. -He then sees Rosa’s bangles and goes ‘it’s been a while since we chatted. I should see how she’s doing!’ and heads off to find her. [/hider] [hider=Vigor] 13 Vigor at start. 1 Vigor to make a monument, the [i]Summons[/i]. It is a conical tube that if spoken into will send a message to any and all divine beings on Galbar. 3 Vigor to make another monument, the [i]Forge of Worlds[/i]. It is a massive, continent sized forge that can pump out low end 1 Vigor artifacts (Swords that can cut through anything, armor that is impenetrable by mortal weapons, etc etc) 1 Vigor (discounted to free by the Crafting aspect) to create an unintelligent race known as [i]Automatons[/i]. Their only purpose is to build things and obey Voligan. That’s it. They have no personality, will, or thoughts. They’re essentially robots. 9 Vigor left. [/hider]