[h2][center][color=#d35400]Anat'aa[/color][/center][/h2]
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	Caught in the fires of the birth of the universe, borne along the uncontrollable winds of a million million futures, Anat'aa hurtled towards the surface of the planet. As she fell towards the once spat out stone, she laughed and twisted through the currents of the new reality. As she twisted she allowed her form to discorporate, becoming as streaks of fire that lanced through the skies of the world, as if several stars had already grown tired of their place in the sky. Far did they fall, so far that the speed at which they fell seemed to not matter as they seemed to hang in the sky like claw marks. Only a deep roar told of the speed at which they traveled.

	This roar was soon drowned out by the resounding cacophony of the fiery lances meeting the ground. Like a summer storm Anat'aa landed upon Galbar, sudden and intense. But unlike a summer storm this rain tore apart the sand and rock. Carving deep gouges were torn into the desert's surface, each one radiating with the intense heat if the impacts. Thankfully for the desert the rain was short lived, ending minutes after it began. This reprieve, however, was very short lived.

	With a blinding flash Anat'aa literally pulled herself together. Each part of her ripping the gouges longer as they all spiraled to a center crater. A final resounding boom echoed out, flowed swiftly but a large fox dripping in flame hops out of the crater. Sitting on the lip of the ripped earth, Anat'aa looked out upon the still glowing earth. She held but a moment to bask in its fiery heat before racing upwards to hang above the scars and craters. Looking down the fox tilted its head as she traced the swirling lines she had burned through the desert floor. As she looked upon her work the sand that had been burning the whole time began to cool. As it did it began to glimmer in the light of the remaining fires.

	Anat'aa watched as a great spiral of glass formed from her landing. But while she undeniably found beauty in it, she found herself unsatisfied with it as it was. She descended to the dark glossy surface, her reflection being cast and reflected off of a thousand surfaces. Leaning down she touched the black glass with her nose and spoke to it softly  [color=#d35400]"Remain not as you are. Burn, burn and change. And with your change, burn and change the world."[/color]

	As she whispered to the glass in the fissures a fire shone deep within the glass. A fire that grew brighter and brighter by the whispered command. Soon the glass within the fissures began to glow with a light all their own. The fire within them burned hotter still and a deep crack split the middle of the central crater. Soon the hissing gargle of magma bubbled out of the crack and began to spill down the spiraling glass fissures. Still standing at the center of the now filling pool Anat'aa watched with newfound satisfaction. Around her a platform of black glass had formed, as the fire within the stone dared not approach the fox. 

	Allowing herself a vulpine smile at her progress, the fox walked forward towards the lip of the platform. As her first foot fell from the platform it met with glass once more, as did the second, and so on until she had once more reached the craters edge. Looking out over the flowing magma channels, which were already spilling out into various magma fields. The goddess of fire was happy with the beauty that she saw. She descended from the crater, bounding from one lava flow to the next. As she did more glassed platforms appeared behind her. 

	Turning to her creation when she reached the end of the largest of lava flows she issued one more request to it,

[color=#d35400]'There will be those born of this world, they will come to you. They will try to cross you. You will test them, test their cunning, test their will."[/color] Her vulpine smile growing broader as she spoke, Anat'aa finished [color=#d35400]"Don't make it easy"[/color]

	A deep rumble answered her as the magma streams intensified, soon seemingly random waves of molten rock began to wash over the glass platforms Anat'aa had left in her wake. 

	Laughing to herself, Anat'aa bounded once more away into the world. She knew others had landed elsewhere, and she was determined to find them. She wanted dance with them, and share in this newfound freedom of creation. For as she was sure they had all been made to witness, infinity was before them. 

	No sense in letting it slip by.
	 
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Anat'aa willingly crash lands on Galbar as a meteor storm made of fire. After reforming she finds she her crash has made a spiral of glass made from the melted sands of her landing. Wanting to improve upon this she creates Galbar's first volcano within the spiral and floods its arms with magma to create the magma fields for the volcano. Thus finalizing her first holy place, The Glass Spiral. As she leaves to find other gods she issues it a blessing, the will to act as her trial for the mortals to come.
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-1 for creation of holy place (modified to +2 for domain, bonus +1 spent on blessing for holy place)  

9 remaining
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