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[h1][sub]WEHI TAMA[/sub][/h1]
[b][sub]HE STRIKES WITH THE SWORD OF WONDER | GOD OF THE CHILDREN | HE HAS BEHELD | AWEBRINGER[/sub][/b][/centre][center][h3]&[/h3][/center]
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[h1][color=red]Po[/color][/h1][/center]
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[indent][i]In the lap of unliving aeons I have slept... I have been [b]caused[/b] to sleep. And I thought I would sleep forevermore, my fate thus halted and destiny foiled, the age of wonder stilled, the marvels of the world nevermore to be beheld. But [b]behold[/b]: I have awoken! - you bring me forth, [b]Anath[/b], you stir me once again. I have [b]awed[/b] worlds before, I have beheld with the eyes of crazed wonder - I have struck with its sword, I have slain the lifeless corpses of those who could not marvel. I am come, Anath, you have unloosed me on existence! I strike with the sword of wonder.[/i][/indent]
For Anath so loved the world that she woke what should ne'er be woken and summoned what ne'er should be summoned through the veil of the beginning and end: and lo! the world was without wonder, and Anath bid elsewise; then behold! there was wonder. And wonder spake thus: 'I was the hidden jewel of the worlds, and I have come forth a wonder yet hidden; and I have come for no other purpose than to be known. Behold me ye who are above and who are below, ye who are granted the beholding arts: your perfection is in knowing me! I am the wonder of the skies and trees, I am the wonder of the earth and rivers, I am the wonder of your hidden selves and your multitudinous forms! I am the wonder of the world - I am wonder! All that thou art is naught if wonder is not in it! Have it as you will; if you do not lift the veil of wonder then await my wonder's sword: I strike with the sword of wonder!'

And he raised the sword of wonder - that gleaming sword of flame and mystery - and he marched across the heavens declaring the coming of wonder. And where he went in heaven he struck the rocks of the endless spaces - that sword of wonder struck! - till they were as glittering dust. And that dust was his hair. And that dust followed him as he marched declaring his coming - at speed it followed! till with suddenness he stopped and it crashed upon him and around him and in every direction and way. The dust worshipped him all around. And that was his coffin, and it was the moon of every mortal night. 

So was wonder the hidden jewel in the jewel of the world's sky.

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"Wonder nuthin!" A scratchy voice came shouting from the folds of a cloak of flame. Po hovered by the moon, flapping her fiery wings and staring out from under her white-hot hood with red eyes. "What are you doin' in there! It's too cold!" She shook her hidden head and held out her hands. "I'll save you!"

A searing bolt of white formed at her fingertips, growing larger and larger until an orb of immense weight and heat was shaking just off the edge of her grasp. With a powerful sound snapping blast, Po let loose her creation. The immense recoil sent her flying backwards with an excited squeal, the sound to be drowned out by an even sharper explosion as the mass of fire crashed against the moon, punching an immense crater into it and dousing it in flames of every color.

The moon, barely settled from its dusty genesis, roiled under the heat and mixed with - and it grew and expanded and danced in the darkness and cold of the world beyond Galbar. Fire kissed wonder, and wonder basked in her flame. Those fires - green and blue and red and purple, and colours known and unknown, conceivable and elsewise - bled into the moon-dust and pervaded it till the god-jewel at the heart of the moon was bathed in a kaleidoscope of flame. He shook and rumbled, and with him the moon shook and rumbled too, and when he emerged it settled and burned gently and warmly - and oh! how it shone like a second sun; but it was a wondrous light that turned inward and only bled an iota of its truth unto the world below. Wonder beheld fire and brought his sword before him, its tip digging into firm ground where the eye conceived none. "I behold you and hail you!" He announced with an easy smile, "and I have loved the passion that roils in you. Lady, you have scorched me wondrously and brought marvels to the marvel of my moon; I would know the name of she who burns me thus!"

"PO!" Po shouted back. 

Wonder frowned and leaned forward, his chin resting on his sword pommel. "Po? Not Poliana? Or Poinievere? Porgenlefae? Not even..." he paused and looked upwards, "Posolde? Just... Po? What does it mean, this Po?"

"It means me," Po answered. "Now who are you?"

"Who am I?" He repeated, then leaned back. "If you behold me you will know. But if you do not come to know me, my sword will know you!" He smiled and raised his blade. He did not speak or move threateningly but seemed in all ways amiable. "Or if you can't know me, then look here," and he turned to the moon and gazed upon it, "and surely then you will know me!"

A pregnant silence ensued, with only the crackle of flames filling the atmosphere. Po's eyes squinted to suspicious slants. "Are you making fun of me?" Her scratch voice was a growl.

Wonder's head snapped back to Po, eyes wide in frozen wonder and smile widening. His teeth were the colour of unshelled sunflower seeds. "How curious you should think that," he hefted his sword - it swept across the endless emptiness of creation, seemed to be a glinting endlessness for seconds - and pointed it at the moon of roiling dust and flame, the moon of light too great to be known, whose rays shone back upon it and made it the singular blaze of the cold and darkness of the spaces. "Look on that you have made, Po!" His arm shook, his eyes trembled, his chest quivered. "Do not look with your eyes! They who look with their eyes will never know me. Look with your heart."

"I'll admit," Po stayed squinting. "This is getting very weird. I think I might head out; there is plenty more to heat up in this place."

Wonder relaxed his arm and let his hand drop, but continued to gaze at the moon. "Good idea. I'll see you when there's something to see!" He took two powerful steps in the emptiness, leapt, and dove sword first into the churning moon. His voice echoed after him like a thunderclap. And the roar of its canon was: "I am the wonder of the world!"

[list][*][hider=Summary]Wehi Tama arrives and speaks, then he marches across heaven and speaks his arrival and wondrousness, telling all things that their purpose is to know wonder and that HE [i]IS[/i] wonder; thus must they know him! And as he marches across heaven declaring this ultimate truth, he slices up the various rocks he crosses into dust with THA SWORD OF WONDER oh boi and the dust eventually converges upon him and forms the moon. So he be chilling at the centre of the moon.
Then Po comes along and sets everything aflame. They chat, but don't quite get to know each other.[/hider]
[*][hider=MP and AP]Wehi Tama starting: 5 MP/5 AP
1 AP and 3 MP (discounted from 8 MP/AP): Create the wondermoon.
1 AP + 2 MP (discounted from 4 MP): Create the Sword of Wonder into a divine 5 Might artifact (honorary 6 Might due to being linked to wonder). It always was, just cataloguing the expenditure in this post.
Po might starting: 5 MP/0 AP
4 MP (discounted to 2 MP): Set wondermoon alight.

Ending Wehi: 2 MP / 4 AP
Ending Po: 3 MP/0 AP
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