[center][h1][b] [color=black]๐ŸŽฒ[/color][color=gold] ๐’œ๐“๐‘’๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“‡ [/color][color=black]๐ŸŽบ[/color] [/b][/h1][/center] Consciousness hit them like the end of a night they did not remember. Alechior blinked against the colorless murk, sluggish, head swimming with the kind of fog that usually followed too many drinks and not enough good decisions. The black sand clung to their many palms when they pushed themselves upright, cold and weirdly smooth, like reality had ironed it flat. They stood up dizzy then made a beeline for the foggy ocean. The moment their reflection tried to form, it gave up, rippling into shapeless light. Cold, colorless water laps at their hands as they splash it over their face, then again, harder. The shock helped. Clarity returned, or at least a functional approximation of it. When they looked back toward the shore, the others were waking too. Gods. Shapes. Whatever they all were. Some intriguing, some absolutely not worth drinking with. Alechior squinted, weighing first impressions, then shrugged. [i]That one could be fun. Ugh, could be a disaster and, wow, look at that one! That is a fine one![/i] they said to themselves as they mentally catalogued all the other gods they could see. They took a slow inhale, let the breath settle, then rose. Levitation came as naturally as standing. Fog curled away as they climbed higher, the half-made world stretching beneath them like a sketch waiting for a punchline. From above, the mountains in the distance shifted between forms, trying on shapes like outfits. Alechior liked the one with the jagged ridge that almost looked like a grin. Good enough. [i]Something is missing. Clearly. There's nothing out here. Boring![/i] They hovered there for a moment, letting the pressure of raw creation hum through their being. No need to name the power, no need to announce anything. They simply let the instinct guide their hand, the way a gambler knew when to hold, when to throw, when to laugh. A ripple answered them, subtle and eager. On the mountainside, bark formed first, twisting upward in a spiral. Branches unfurled with a soft crackle, leaves twitching even in perfect stillness. A few trees took shape, tall and pale, the color of old parchment. Sap pooled in natural knots, amber and bright. It smelled sweet. Alechior grinned. A fifty-fifty shot. Every drink either the best night of your life or the worst mistake of your week. Alcohol strong enough to topple most who'd drink it, or poison that was more embarrassing than lethal. No rhyme. No reason. Just chance. The Gamblerโ€™s Grog Trees rooted themselves as they continued to pool the amber at their base. โ€œPerfect!โ€ Alechior muttered, out loud this time around as they saw another god leaving and one doing something to the water they just splashed themselves with. As they approached the beach once more they touched now foggy water and laughed. "Look at that. The others started playing too! Woo, let's see what else we can do..." they said with a voice that seemed to swap between amused and interested randomly. "Aha! I know!" they shouted quite loud to no one in particular as they put a finger in the water and releasing a bit more of their divine power into the water. At the tip of their finger, small jellyfish started to form. Small creatures that instead of blood to keep them going, they used an alcoholic-in-nature substance. Nothing too much but if other beings would start eating them...well, it'd be fun! [hider=Actions] Alechior decides the world ain't fun enough as empty as it is and decides to create a few trees that when their sap is consumed, there's a 50-50 chance that either you get very drunk or you're mildly poisoned. Be it a stomach ache, splitting headaches and at most, they give you a paralysis that may or may not last an hour or two. - Hazy Action (-1 Conviction) Then he proceeds to make some jellyfish that have an alcohol-like-substance instead of blood and released them into the not-ocean. (Lucid action) [/hider]