[center][h1][color=darkgoldenrod]Khthon[/color][/h1][/center]

Khthon quickly realized a flaw in his plan to search for his arrogant God-Brother; he did not know where to search. The surface world was large and chaotic, and had changed dramatically since he'd last paid attention to it. Though he had gained an intimate knowledge of the underground and every last one of his caverns, the surface remained unknown to him.

Should he call out to Sarhush as he had done to the wandering trio? Would the other God even deign to answer him?

He felt a dull tap on his side, and turned his head to find one of those primitive bipedal creature, poking at his leg with a stick held in trembling hands. More of its kind were huddled a bit further behind him, looking on with wide eyes.

The creature held his stick in one hand, and brandished another one of those stone tools in the other. Khthon leaned down and gently took the tool, feeling along its edges, unheeding of the creature's cries of dismay. The tool was a flat stone blade, mounted on a study branch. One side had been crudely, but carefully knapped to make it sharper than the others. Khthon could recognize the stone type, a grey thing he'd called flint.

Truly a clever use of stone. The application was clumsy, yet doubtlessly effective. Perhaps he could make this tool a bit better, in thanks for showing him such an interesting artifact.

Khthon roughly drew his hand over the sharp edge of the axe blade, reshaping it in one swift movement. Where once was a rough and uneven axe head, now stood a perfectly smooth and sharp blade, devoid of any imperfection. A perfectly sharp axe, polished to a shine, far surpassing the ability of any current mortal craftsman. But the material remained brittle, too brittle for his taste. Khthon could infer that this brittleness was a necessity for the crafting of these tools, for harder stones would not break into sharp edges, but the god was not bound by such limitations. A trickle of his power bled into the stone, strengthening the bonds of its many minute parts together, until it became as hard and unyielding as stone could be.

No longer would the axe head falter, break or dull. Khthon was half-tempted to keep it to himself... but the tool was not his, and had been taken by force from another. It would be unfair to take without giving back. In any case, he had a feeling he would find a way to eventually acquire similar tokens in the future. No need to rush.

He handed the blessed tool back to the creature, and moved on without looking back on its amazed expression.

Now, where was he? Ah, yes, finding Sarhush. He aimlessly wandered some more, examining the surrounding flora and fauna with detached curiosity. Just as he considered simply calling to him to ask his location, he felt something. Something he hadn't felt before.

Many mortal creatures had found refuge in his caves, that much Khthon knew. But all had remained in the shallows, where they could still see and feel the surface world. None had dared venture any deeper into his domain.

For the first time, however, something just did. Not just anything, something powerful, something [i]divine[/i]. None of his God-Siblings had been interested in the world beneath until now. Why would one do so now?

He would not tolerate thoughtless trespassers or plunderers. He needed to get there as quickly as he could.

His form reverted to that of a featureless boulder, and he sunk into the ground as if the soil itself swallowed him. He became as one with the rocks and the stone, and let the Earth move him towards his destination, moving faster than he ever could by walking on land. Soon he would emerge into the cavern, and confront the interloper.

[hider=Summary]Khthon wanders some more on the surface world, and a brave ur-human gathers the courage to go poke at him, trying to defend their brethren. Khthon seizes their knapped flint axe, taking the opportunity to examine mortal craftsmanship in closer detail. He likes what he sees, though he finds it still a bit too crude. He reshapes the axe head to be much smoother and much sharper than would be possible to achieve using stone knapping, and blesses it so that it no longer dulls or shatters. He gives it back to the human and leaves to observes the wildlife some more. He then feels Sarhush's intrusion in his domain, and begins moving through the Earth towards his location.
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- The Eversharp Axe. A prehistoric flint axe head of incredible sharpness, rivalling that of steel. Such craftsmanship would be impossible with the stone knapping technology of the time, and would have required the ability to mold stone itself to make. It was blessed with incredible durability, far surpassing that of other stone tools, and never loses its edge. It is not indestructible, however, and can be unmade through mundane though difficult means, such as heating it hot enough to turn it to slag. (Enchant pre-existing object, in-domain. Hazy, 1 conviction)
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