[color=fff200][center][h1]Anak'thas[/h1][/center][/color]
The realm of the next node was not ruled by impossible storms and cyclical, stone trees. Water reigned here. Vast seas were suspended up in the air and raging around like clouds of a storm. Below, the ground was swept clean of any features. An endless torrent had blunted any edge. Form itself was reduced to an overflowing state. The Lantern-God continued on his trek. Even now, so far from the first node he put his claim on, did he feel the worship of his followers. Like a wellspring of golden light inside of him. Without it he would have turned back already but with it he could  push on. For his people.

Until a divine sense of premonition alerted him to…[i]something[/i]. The swirling mass of water in the firmaments here blocked almost all light. Anak’thas could scarcely see shadows. But he did see something move. What was that? It shape seemed to roil like the crashing waves of the heavens-bound water. It uttered out a cry akin to the song of whales. The Lantern-god believed it to be a greeting. With his divine faculties he mimicked the sound. It answered something, but it sounded lower. Almost… disappointed.

Tentacles of ever swirling blackness shot forward and pierced Anak’thas’ physical manifestation. The god screamed out in pain. His core was narrowly missed. Too narrowly. The tentacles retracted again. The Lantern-God dropped low to the proverbial knee. The creature came closer. The mote of Anak’thas’ was illuminating it slightly. The creature was nothing but a formless mass of inky darkness. It let out a low wail again as it approached from the fathomless skies.

The god of order had acted too rashly. He did not consider the possibility that the anarchic chaos would manifest guardians of its own. Because of that he was now bleeding divine ichor. Two tentacles formed from the amorphous blob and slapped the god away. He was sent flying, then barreling through a floating pocket of water before he came out the other way again, drenched and beaten. His physical form would not survive such an onslaught for long. Slowly he rose up again. Gold began to play across his fingers. “You will not end me.” He vowed, and the vow strengthened the golden force playing across his fingers. [color=fff200]“I am Anak’thas. Ruler of the Verdant Realm. God of Order. And now Tamer of Chaos as well.”[/color]

The blob just slapped him away again before he could even finish conjuring the power he wished to wield. The Lantern-God was sent flying until he crashed into a featureless, stone pillar. The cracks he caused were quickly washed by the endless rain, carrying away the sharp edges until the god’s crash site looked like nothing more but a dent.

Anak’thas himself realized that calling upon his power of divinity and faith took too long. Slowly he got himself up as the amorphous blob came closer again. It manifested a sort of opening on its body. No doubt ready to swallow him whole. 

Gold began to shine across the forearms of the god of order. The light itself materialized into golden, lattice-like filigree. The chaos beast came closer still. Its maw grew larger, stealing away the light from Anak’thas’ mote. Until the god of order reached out with a single hand. The golden crystal embedded in the bracer lit up like a sun. A straight line of goldlight made manifest pierced the creature. It shrieked and trashed as it lashed out with its tentacles again. Some of them hit, sending Anak’thas flying again. But others were sliced from its body by a trellis of goldlight.

Again the god of order picked himself up. His physical shape was badly battered and bruised but none the less he rose up. Divine ichor did drip from his physical body. One more strike and his lantern would drop, unprotected. He wouldn’t let it come to that. Again he summoned the golden force across his fingers. This time it was brighter, stronger, and shaped in an orderly fashion. “I will destroy you.” The beast shrieked at the challenge and rushed forward, ready to deal the killing blow.

It collided with the conjured honeycombed wall of goldlight. It flew straight into his trap. Light from all sides shaped itself into similar walls and began to retract. [color=fff200]“This land of sea will be mine!”[/color] Anak’thas declared as he manipulated the goldlight. [color=fff200]“It will be prosperous and great! And it – like all other realms I will claim – will serve as a testament of my glory. And. My. Power!”[/color] He squeezed the goldlight together. The creature released a death shriek before it was reduced to the basest particles of its existence. An ashy dust slipped through the holes of the already fading goldlight walls, to be carried away with the endless rain.
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The god of order found the node not much later. He was still injured but the sight of the only stone with any discerning features pushed him to reach it. He put his hand on the node and the seas of the sky came down.

Even in his exhausted state, Anak’thas’ will was absolute. When the water was flushed down into the ocean mountains began to raise again in the north. To join their brothers from the west. Fertile rivers flowed down across the land. Seeding fields and forests with green and verdant life. The coast was dotted with soft, warm, sandy beaches alternated by steeper cliffs. Where the first node he claimed would serve as a welcome for anyone who came from the south, this node would serve to provide his realms with food and sustenance. With a singular motion he again raised a pedestal throne and took his place. His mind was already drifting towards the next node in the east. The power of creation was addictive. But really, who else was best suited to create a world as prosperous and good as he?

And yet, it was not the only thing on his mind. The bracers he carried drew equal part from the divine essence he imbued them with and the prayers of his distant faithful. It was clear that there was more power in being a god than simple divinity alone.

[hider=summary]Anak’thas goes over to the next node. This realm of chaos is ruled by a primordial, floating sea overhead that reduced the terrain to a featureless place without any sharp forms. The god hears a whale song and believes it’s a greeting. He returns it. It was not a greeting. He gets attacked and even wounded. He then tries to call upon his divine power to fight this creature but its much faster than him and attacks again.

Realizing he needs a way to call upon his power faster, the god shapes the Lattices of Anak’thas, an artifact. With it he can use the divinity stored with and the faith of his followers to use goldlight to attack or conjure complex manifestations with. He squeezes the attacking creature of chaos until it is nothing but the basest of material and then proceeds to claim Node 14.[/hider]

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Start: 4 might
- 4MP: Lattices of Anak’thas - These golden bracers adorned with gentle, flowing filigree are embedded with a fragment of divinity from Anak’thas – shaped into a glowing, golden crystal. With it, he can channel faith and the fragmented divinity into manifestations of goldlight. These manifestations can be simple like a beam of searing light or more complex structures like honeycombed walls.
End: 0 might
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