[color=fff200][center][h1]Anak'thas[/h1][/center][/color]
The Lantern-God walked alone through the hellscape that was Node 15. A tempest of ash raged here, blotting out most of the sun. Rivers of molten stone flowed through the scared, broken land. Before Anak’thas had walked through the chaotic lands with curiosity. His mind used to be consumed with a design for the future. He saw his folly now. He was so focused on the future that he failed to look beside him. Maybe he would’ve seen the greedy vultures come then. Benea had taken Node 14 from him. As much as he wanted to reclaim it then and there, it would usher in a war of which the honest people of Node 14 would be the victims. Anak’thas’ followers were farmers. He could not expect all of them to fight for him. At least not for now.

What surprised him was to feel his grip over Node 13 fade as well. Benea had gone north-east according to the Lantern-God’s followers, so someone else must’ve claimed First Haven. Who could it be? Would it be his sweet sister Sunya perhaps? Surely not. Xavior? The horned god did have great ambitions and did create a thorn of a border between his and Anak’thas’ lands. Whoever stole Telum’Velik, Anak’thas would claim it back from them. He did not see a need for an army before. Not when so many would die in the face of a Chaos Beast. Even if they were blessed with the Silver Faith. But now mortal pawns were moving as well.

With those thoughts roiling through his mind, Anak’thas made his way to the central node. After two days he could finally see it. He also saw the strange moving, ashen cloud hanging above it. It was roiling just as much as his own thoughts. He saw it as the sign that it was. [color=fff200]“Come out.”[/color] Anak’thas hissed. His own mote floated as his forehead began to light up like a lighthouse. A direct challenge towards the beast that hid in the fires and shadows.

The beast roared at the Lantern-God. The ashen cloud glowed red in heat. [color=fff200]“Come out so I can slay you. So I can tame chaos again.”[/color] Anak’thas yelled. He did not back down. Instead even the motes of golden divinity in his Laws began to glow. Again the beast roared and this time the very land roared with it. The black, volcanic earth cracked and great geysers shot up molten stone in the air. Sparks rained down all around the god but he remained unflinching as geomantic shapes of golden light began to form all around him. One more roar echoed through the land, and the whole ash-choked cloud hanging over the node rushed forward.
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Anak’thas stood victorious over the beast. He was towering over its form with a golden spear in his right hand piercing down through the monster below him. His left side was heavily burned. Should a mortal have suffered his grievous wounds, they would’ve died ten times over already. But Anak’thas was a god and one not a stranger to fighting himself. As he gave the monstrous chaos below him its finishing strike, he wondered how it would feel to cast down a divine in the same way. After everything they did to him, would he be able to slay his siblings in the same manner? Did he even want to? No. Despite their failings, they were still his siblings.

With a half-burned form Anak’thas made his way towards Node 15. The spear of light had faded the second he released his grip over it. He placed one hand upon the node and claimed it for him. His senses, for a second, reached across the land and he could feel that rush of primordial power of creation again. For a moment his perception reached far across the horizon. Up north he felt and saw the greater, cooling river that battled the immense heat of the realm in a war it could not win. West of it were the great trees of a forest that kept getting its seeds burned. These additions were incorporated into the realm Anak’thas had designed in his mind.

The grand river was allowed to flow down south through Node 15. It’s waters were used to create a grand lake in the middle of it. In the middle of that lake would be the island that housed the node. On the west of the island would be the self-same fertile land that Anak’thas had gifted to his people in Node 13 and 14. To the east of the great river he allowed the forest to reign nearly supreme. Thick trees instantly spouted here. But by divine decree three paths would run through the forest from west to east. Allowing mortals – in the future – safe passage through the woodlands.

The creating power soon again fled the god again, to enact his will. But he did so dearly miss it. When he was done and the realm reshaped itself in quite a violent manner, Anak’thas was content to take a moment to sit down upon a throne he summoned in front of the node.
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For several days Anak’thas sat on his throne, pondering what he should do in preparation for his reconquest. He would need an army, of course. That was his first mistake, to not have as many armed forces around him as he should have had. Then again, what could they have done against Benea? Perhaps he needed something else. A weapon that would tip the odds in his own favor. Something so overpowering nobody else would dare to stand up against him. Or perhaps he should fashion a bastion around the node he just claimed. The only node he had.

He weighed each option separately. Though none came out as a clear winner. And then something happened that made him forget all other options. He saw women and children that fled Node 14 for their beloved god. They came here, abandoning a comfortable life he had assured them before. And what did he greet them with? Nothing but empty fields that need to be tended and stones that have yet to be stacked in houses. Anak’thas felt ashamed. His reconquest had made him forget what was truly important.

He rushed forwards towards the banks of the Insea. Where he greeted his people. Then he got to work. With the slight connection that still remained with the node he called upon the creating powers stored within. With one  hand he ushered stone to come forth and assemble itself. And so it did. A magnificent hall constructed itself right in front of the god but that was not all. Divine power poured through it, embedding itself into the very walls and tapping into the power in the ground. Anak’thas bid his people enter. After all, he made the Hall of Plenty for them alone. Inside the people found cauldrons filled with soul, benches filled with freshly baked bread and smoked fishes hanging from a rack. There were steamed vegetables and cooked poultry. The food inside wasn’t luxurious in any sense of the word but it provided more food than the refugees could possibly eat. And that was the beauty of it.

Anak’thas watched as his people ate a hearty meal after fleeing for a week. It was the least he could do really, as he was going to ask some of them to die for him tomorrow.

[hider=Summary]Anak’thas is focused on the upcoming battle now. He thinks about how Benea betrayed him. He also ponders upon who stole Node 13 from him. The list of who could’ve done it is short. Eventually he reaches the chaos monster. In a flash forward we see that he finally kills it. Though he is heavily burned. Having dispatched the beast, he finally claims Node 15.

He allows the Great River from Node 10 to continue down towards the sea. However midway Node 15 he uses it to create a pretty big lake which he calls the Insea. There is one island in the Insea and it’s where the node is. To the west of the river and the Insea is the selfsame fertile plains Anak’thas has created in Node 13 and 14. To the east of it he allows the great forest from Node 10 to continue as well. However, he forbids any trees to grow on three paths going east to west.

After he is done creating he sits brooding about his reconquest. Until his followers come. He realizes that he has lost sight of his original goal. Instead of using his divine power to forge a weapon or a monster of war he creates the Halls of Plenty.[/hider]

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Start: 2 MP
+2 MP >> Got 2 of the sections from the quiz right
-4 MP >> Create the Hall of Plenty: The Halls of plenty endlessly and continuously produce food. Its not luxurious but its hearty and healthy. The only limit to how many the Hall of Plenty can feed is purely a logistical consideration. However, the food spoils quickly after the next day’s sunrise. So the food produced inside would make bad provisions. Still, it could easily feed a city and then some.
Remained: 0MP
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