[color=fff200][center][h1]Anak'thas[/h1][/center][/color]
Anak’thas moved through the storm-scarred realm alone. The screeching wind was assailing him from all sides. The ground beneath him had ceased obeying whatever laws of nature governed here. Mountains folded into each other, as stone trees curved back into roots. For the two days Anak’thas kept himself going with the promise of his own realm. Whenever he saw the stone trees he did not see the blight it was but the lush, green forests it could be. Whenever he walked over the cracked, rocky ground he saw tranquil hills covered with fields. So he kept going, until finally, he reached the node. It was a simple thing, akin to the first node where they were all born.

The lantern creature reached out and put his hand on the stone. In an instant the howling wind ceased. Rock and stone began to crack and crumble around him as reality took back control of the world. Through the node and with his will he wrangled the impossible mountains into submission. All bowed for Anak’thas. When he was finally done sundering the blight of the realm, he began replacing it. He forged gentle mountains up in the north, from which life-giving rivers flowed down into the verdant plains below. The stone trees had crumbled and formed the seeds for the living forests that dotted the whole area. A singular vale ran towards the node he came from, which would guide the mortals here.

Finally Anak’thas took off his hand and realized that was not a god, not truly, until now. Ever since his birth he had thought about shaping the world by his desire. To do so, in reality, was a completely different feeling though. He felt powerful like he had never felt before, not even when he witnessed Benea summon the Hydra. No, this was something else. This feeling, it demanded contemplation. With a single motion from his hand Anak’thas raised a pedestal-like throne and rested his lantern atop of it.

Days passed by without recognition to the second-born god of order. It felt like he was in a slumber as he examined the memories of the power that had coursed through him. A slumber that he was raised from the second the first of the mortals appeared before him. Slowly they made their way up the hill Anak’thas had made around the node. None of them spoke. They just knelt. But the Lantern-God felt something brewing in him as they whispered their prayers to him. Their faith felt like a sprouting seed within him. A seed – he knew – that would grow into the creating power of akin to that of the nodes.

[color=fff200]“My subjects!”[/color] He bellowed as he raised up from his throne. [color=fff200]“You’ve come to me. Know that I am honored by your faith. I can feel it within me. As promised, I give you a verdant land where prosperity is everywhere to be found. All I ask is your faith.”[/color] He stepped towards the first few of his new followers.

[color=fff200]“Rise.”[/color] He then said. The human with a walking stick, no doubt the first of many boons provided by the Lantern-God, rose up slowly and carefully. [color=fff200]“For your benediction I give my blessing.”[/color] With two fingers he touched the man’s head and filled it with the skill and knowledge of how to work the land. It was foundational knowledge at best, but knowledge that would get them started either way. The blessing spread, from the man to those he was growing to love along the way. Soon it found its way throughout his faithful followers.

Through the direction of Anak’thas his followers began to stack loose rocks and dig up clay to make their houses around his throne. They were ugly things, with little refinement or beauty to them. The Lantern-God still smiled. These buildings would be the first houses of his worship. The people of his land did not rest there, however. They took seeds from berries and plants that they found in the beautiful realm and began to plant them in tilted fields around the node-hill. The first fields were being sown already.
[hr]Anak’thas wanted more though. There was something underneath the power of the nodes. Something more, waiting to well up like a flooding river. But that power was blocked by stones of oblivion. In the end the conclusion was a simple one: he would have to claim more land. He summoned a man, young of body, and gave him a simple command. Make way for Benea’s chosen realm and relay his message: Anak’thas shall claim further eastwards. For the good of his followers.

With that task done Anak’thas set forth for the second node that would be his.

[hider=summary]Anak’thas goes through a windblown hellscape to claim node 13. When he does he feels such a rush of power that he decides to sit down for a few days. Finally mortal followers come and begin worshipping him. He can feel this faith in him as a seed of power. In return for their faith he gives them the blessing of knowledge. Soon Anak’thas’ followers are tilting fields and building houses.

However the god grows a bit more greedy and wants another node. He sends a messenger out towards Benea to tell her that he will go and claim node 14[/hider]

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Start: 5 MP
Tier 1 Civilization – 0 Might & 1 Node 
Tier 2 Civilization – 1 Might &  1 Node
End : 4 MP
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