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He awoke for the first time, sitting cross legged and adorned with naught but a loincloth, and beheld his dying creator. Listened to his final words, and understood in part the tragedy of war and servitude that had led to his end.

The red skinned god rose slowly onto his bare feet and softly approached the dead creator to  receive his wisdom before then moving to the other object of interest in the area. The map. Resting a hand on its side he instinctively moved the other to his chin and found he had a goatee. A grin flashed across his lips before he began to stroke it contemplatively as some of the others spoke to repeat that mistake, to raise one above them all based on nothing but words. 

The only deed done was by Eleanna, who brazenly walked up and started the very slow process of capturing the claimed node. Xavior did not intervene with that, not yet. There was plenty of time till the deed was done after all.

Opposed to her foolish recklessness was the paranoid wisdom of the serpent who assumed the entire enterprise to be a trap, though of an entirely different sort that had led the others along the path of peace.

[color=e49a00]”A fair point, if rudely put”[/color] he said to the snake, before introducing himself and saying his (lengthy) piece [color=e49a00]”My name is Xavior, and I believe that to rush into things when there is no need to do so would be foolish. Yes, there is an unspecified ending approaching, but it will take time to stabilize the world regardless, which gives us time to think. To learn to know ourselves and of the nature of this world and ’game’ we have been thrust into. Or are we so arrogant as to think we can decide the fate of reality while having seen only a fraction of it,”[/color] he gestured a hand down to the map, and then out towards the wilds around them, most specifically at the closest group of humans who were wearily spectating this discussion from afar [color=e49a00]”and before having even met its people?”[/color]

[color=e49a00]”I propose, rather than attempting to elect a singular claimant right this moment, we instead simply swear a pact of peace, and then strike out and claim this reality. Improve it. Make it a place worth living until the end comes to pass. And in doing so, prove through what you make that your vision for the next world has worth, and through your deeds that your word can be trusted”[/color] they were strangers after all, who could say if their words were true or canny manipulations? Time, he hoped, would expose the liars as what they were, and let the reliable shine through the mire of doubt. 

[color=e49a00]”Then once the world is stabilized, we return here, and [i]then[/i] elect an architect of the new world if no way of escaping the confines of the game has been discovered”[/color] he said, leaving the map behind as he spoke while strolling casually towards the node. Once there he gave it a casual flick to reset Eleanna’s capture progress as the creator’s wisdom had informed him it would. 

He made no attempt to stake his own claim beyond that momentary disruption however and instead simply walking away with a confident stride while saying [color=e49a00]”and until that time this node should remain in the hands of our creator, declared neutral ground, and ruin betide any who brake the sanctity of his claim without the consent of the rest”[/color]

His pact proposed, he once again stood behind the map and asked the others [color=e49a00]”Your thoughts? Oh and if you could make a show of hands if you agree with that last point, I think that might allow us to resolve Eleanna’s overstep in a coordinated fashion”[/color]

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Xavior awakens, claims the wisdom of the creator, and then uses the map as a podium to propose going out into the world and using it as a place for the gods to prove they have both the will and the trustworthiness necessary to be elected as the architect of the next world.

Then he casually resets Eleanna’s node capture progress and then proposes this node stay in the hands of the dead creator till they come to some kind of agreement, and propose a vote to affirm that belief. 
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5/5: none spent
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