[h3] Reverion [/h3]


He was not alone, of this he was certain. What or who were these other existances, and what were their purpose. No doubt he would find out.

But before he would seek them out, he would do that which had been done to himself, to create something out of nothing. Make it partly in his image, bearing the potential to obtain the higher form of existance in which he possessed. 

The blackwinged god landed on Galbar, his intentions clear, he would bestow upon these creations an incomplete existance, where they would grow from an egg and gradually wither to become nothing. But to become oblivion was not the desired goal, just the whip upon the back, the result of failure, the thing pushing them onwards to do what would be in their power to avoid. All they had to do was prove themselves worthy. But who would they be?

Reverions taloned hands began to create them in his image, but incomplete, avian in nature, cowered in black feathers snd bearing talons like his and black wings. However unlike him, they would have beaks akin to crows.

"Come forth, you whom shall walk and fly upon this world. I shall name you  Fowlfolk. Become something that is worthy, know me as your creator and your gate to the greater existance, your minds shall hold the key to your ascension. Acknowledge me as your maker and unmaker, your guardian and your warden, for I will protect you from oblivion and watch over your mortal cage. Worship my teachings and teach others of my path of greater existance and you shalt be rewarded."

Thus it came to be that the Fowlfolk were put into existance before him, their eyes watching their creator with wonder and amazement, and the same gaze was gi en back to them. They were beautiful, flawed, but they held all they needed to reach the goal. To become akin to him. But also empower him through dedication, aiding him to become greater than he is. 

Reverion made sure to create a large cavern with tunnels, making them know this would be their home but also their place of gratitude, their constant reminder of their origin and who they were.

A holy site, theirs to maintain, but it was also one in which they could induce themselves with his teachings.

At the center of this holy site, he left an orb. A token of protection, which would aid in concealing the location of the holy site, but not the fowlfolk themselves.

He also gave his creations his divine law.

- Do not inflict unnecessary suffering.
- Do not force your will upon others by force. Be just.
- Oblivion is your enemy.
- Convert others to the true path.
- Strive for greatness, cast off your mortal shells.
- Seek moderation in the understandings of the universe.
- Indulge yourselves in the fleshy desires. But always be wary of evil.
- The wicked shall not go unpunished.

These eight teachings would come to represent the basics of Reverion, the holy symbol of his being the number 8. Or rather the infinity sign.


Summary: Monologues as he creates his mortal bird people, a holy site dedicated to himself as a big cave underground and  an artifact which aids in concealing the site. Plus giving them some basic laws to unlive by.


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MP: - 5 Spent.

- 3 For creating the Fowlfolk race (Non-undead at start, carnivores)
- 1 Creation of holy site. (The great catachasm)
- 1 Orb of concealment ( Artifact. Orb which aids in concealing the holy site)

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