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[h1][color=darkgoldenrod]Khthon[/color][/h1]
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Sarhush crawled deeper into the crevice with his torch in one hand and stone axe in the other. This was a narrow and confined place, and it felt as though the stone itself subtly shifted against his movements. Frustrated but resolute, he pushed through, and where rock scraped his flesh and hide clothing, it only embittered him. Water soon began to coat his face and body. It dripped from porous, leaking stones above; not even down here could he be spared from the insult of the cold rain and the accursed oceans.

[color=#9E5020]"I will tame and destroy Nature,”[/color] he swore aloud, his voice echoing back from a hollow expanse just ahead, [color=#9E5020]"and this wretched water will be first to meet my wrath!”[/color]

Three things happened in the next moment. First, he finally emerged from his crawl through that tight tunnel into a vast cavernous expanse. Second, his torch finally sputtered from a subterranean draft and died, but it was no matter, for there was a light that emanated from strange crystalline patterns above. Sarhush beheld the great cavernous vault and wondered at those rootlike tendrils of glowing crystal and at the gleaming jewels and metal veins that lined the walls. It might have enthralled him, had urgency not already hardened his purpose.

The third thing that happened was a great flash of green and white and fractal shapes, like lightning glowing through a canopy of leaves. Suddenly there was a serpent where moments before there had been only dark nothingness. This being was vast but not large, its coiling form only suggested rather than contained; its scales were like the bark of birch trees, and its eyes green balls of moss.

Taken by surprise, Sarhush cast aside the useless stick of his dead torch and then grasped at the snake with that open hand. His massive fingers passed through a fog of nothingness when they tried to grip the serpent. For a moment he was surprised, and he nearly lashed out with the stone axe in his other hand, but then he squinted in the darkness and understood what he saw, comprehending the essence of this Serpent-that-was-More.

“I am the Patron of Nature,” the serpent declared, its voice neither hiss nor roar. Its speech was like a layered sound of a stream’s murmuring, roots cracking stone, and distant thunder rolling across plains. “I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. I speak for the beasts, who remember without words; I speak for the growing and the creeping, for wilds untamed. I speak for Nature, because its god upon this world does not lower itself to bargain with–”

Sarhush snorted with contempt.[color=#9E5020]"And what god might that be?”[/color] he humored the Patron.

“The one you name Saries,” the Patron answered, and for the first time there was strain in its voice,
“...whom you leash and drive and wound, thinking your cruelty to be mastery.”

The Lord of Civilization smiled, his yellowed teeth looking not dissimilar to the flecks of gold in the rough stone walls. [color=#9E5020]"Saries,”[/color] he laughed, [color=#9E5020]"is just my hound. I have already broken him to the yoke; he hauls logs for my mortal worshipers. If he is the strongest champion of Nature, then Nature was conquered before it ever knew there was a war.”[/color]

Sarhush was actually quite enjoying this. [color=#9E5020]“Nature is a transient inconvenience,”[/color] he continued, booming voice echoing through the cavernous depths. [color=#9E5020]“It grows, but only to forget itself and be forgotten. It leaves no monument or record, and permits no greatness to be built until it is cleared away. I see how you embody the wretched Ideal of Nature as you are: intangible, unaccountable, yet in the end no more than a petty annoyance.”[/color]

Sarhush leaned forward, eyes burning like the smoldering end of his discarded torch.

[color=#9E5020]“I said I would see Nature destroyed. All of it!”[/color]

The serpent recoiled from every word. It was wounded by the weight of inevitability and unyielding intent, but not afraid. “You cannot destroy Nature,” it answered more softly now, voice like rustling leaves, “for it is vaster than you or Civilization could ever be. You can burn, salt, and scar the land, but Nature will survive and return!”

 [color=#9E5020]“A challenge, is that? All in due time. I will spare not a single corner of the wildlands. But first, I intend to see about the rain and the oceans. I will smite from existence the abomination that is Water, and you can bear witness, little powerless voice that you are!”[/color]

“I object!” came a crashing voice from above. The light of the crystalline roots, far above, blurred, their light scattered as the caverns darkened with reflections. A deluge of water seemed to crash down from where it had condensed on the ceiling above them, but when it struck the floor and Sarhush leaped as if about to be drenched, the great splashing and misting of water turned out as ghostly and ephemeral as the serpent. From the pool of water-that-was-nothing-yet-more, there arose some humanoid figure, watery form ever shifting, as if it could not decide what it wanted to look like. “I am the Patron of Water,” it declared, “and I denounce your vow as folly. I, whose wisdom stretches from the bottom of the sea to the highest raincloud! You would destroy me, smite away Water? It is not some tiny facet of Nature; it is a cornerstone of Life. Through your callous and short-sided rampage, all would be undone! No cities could rise, no men or animals could drink–”

Sarhush rapidly tired of that one’s flowing rambles. 

[color=#9E5020]“Maybe it would end life as you know it, but know that I am a god even as you are mere noise. If ever the promise of Civilization was ended, then I would find a way to rebuild it,”[/color] he stated coldly, as fact.

Nature and Water both began shouting back at him simultaneously, but their words were interrupted by a thundering boom. Blocks of perfectly cut masonry tumbled from above and erupted from the walls like so many hailstones, but there was an unmistakable order about them, and they slammed together to assemble a pyramidal form. Then the pyramid seemed to fold, its many stacked platforms twisting, withdrawing, and protruding. It became like an etched tablet, every surface covered with pictographs of mortal armies and cities and crafts, and then it finally completed its transformation and became like a man of stone whose every edifice was perfectly measured and hewed.

“As the Patron of Civilization, I must speak,” the newcomer asserted even as the others kept clamoring, and this one captured Sarhush’s attention. Its voice was steady and restrained as it began, “You speak truth, Sarhush: Nature is our enemy, and bringing it to heel will increase our mutual virtue. But as for Water, it would erode what its betters raise and call that patience; it would drown names, scatter peoples, and boast that all things return to it. It is not worthy of respect, but even still, can it be said to be any worse than a beast? Break it to heel, subdue it to your will, but you need not destroy Water utterly. It can prove useful once put into its place!

“Know that Civilization is not merely conquest over Nature and the lesser Ideals. It is continuity. Constraint. It is the endless toil, the ordered fight against disruption. You threaten to erase too much, too quickly, and in this chaos you would snuff out the fire that you have so carefully begun to kindle.”

[color=#9E5020]“Who taught mortals to start fires?”[/color] Sarhush demanded, [color=#9E5020]“Or to knap stones, shepherd beasts, fashion hides into clothes?”[/color]

They were all silent, even Civilization. Sarhush looked smug as he said, [color=#9E5020]“It was I, through the power of my Mes, who first began Civilization. And I could just as easily do it again! But the world shall not end; it shall obey. I have heard Water’s plea and found myself amused, and perhaps Civilization inherits some grain of wisdom from mine own, so I am moved enough to say this: I shall still destroy the oceans, but perhaps I will suffer the rain to continue, that some water may persist in rivers before it finds its way to the emptied seas to be drained away.”[/color]

A bright, ringing laugh split the cavern. The glow of the crystals above intensified, gradually over the course of a few moments as the laughing grew louder. In dramatic fashion, once the light was as blinding as the sun, it coalesced into a radiant figure of light, whose outline was sharp with triumph and monumentality.

“My Ideal is Glory,” cried the fourth Patron to manifest in the cave. “So this is your plan, Great Sarhush? You have descended to the bowels of the world to destroy the water–or at least the oceans–through draining them? Tearing a hole through the flesh of Ashuru and letting the seas themselves cascade into these depths? [b]Yes![/b] Let it be remembered! Let the earth heave and quake, let the seas and all that dwell within them perish! Let the greater part die alongside the endless seas, but spare a few, just a few, to remember and to honor your name! What is a world unscarred, if no one sings of it?”

Nature and Water cried murder; Civilization began to quibble over the details. They were all drowned out by the arrival of yet another. Behind the Patron of Glory, the air itself shattered as something manifested violently. The air fractured, and sound broke. A presence flickered, unstable, reforming itself with every moment just long enough to tear itself asunder in even more spectacular fashion.

“Cataclysm welcomes this,” the fifth Patron intoned from many mouths of grinding stone. “This world is too lush. Let it dry and crack, let it burn. Let it end! Ignore these fools; spare nothing and nobody!”

The cavern filled with overlapping voices now: there was the Patron of Nature pleading cycles and balance, Water swearing doom and collapse, Civilization cautioning restraint, Glory exalting the conquest and the tumult for conflict’s own sake, Cataclysm exulting in the promise of ruin and urging Sarhush to indulge in unrestrained destruction.

Sarhush listened to the cacophony. He listened to them all. Now they were bickering among themselves and over one another, hardly even paying him any mind by this point. Eventually, it was too much to contain. Sarhush guffawed, laughing harder than he’d ever laughed before.

[color=#9E5020]“You are all echoes bickering over a stone, shouting at it as though sound alone could move it  to your designs. You do not even see that I already have it in my hand. You, who exist half in Ashuru and half in nowhere, cling to your Ideals, but they are weightless and intangible. My Mes are of this world, and they [i]move[/i] it. None of you can stop me. What are any of you but noise?”[/color]

A tremor shook the cavern walls, and from them emerged a boulder. From the boulder first emerged a head sporting an eyeless visage, and then a torso devoid of arm to carry that head.

Khthon looked upon the commotion taking place in his caverns. Trespassers not of this world, as well as the God-Brother he had been seeking, disrupting the peace and quiet he had toiled to create. Luckily, none of his treasures seemed to have been harmed, but such disrespect stung all the same...

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Tresspassers. God-Brother. Patrons, if that is what you call yourselves. I am Khthon, and this is my domain."[/color] The God's voice was as monotone and even as usual, but the subtle trembling of the stone walls and ceiling surrounding them betrayed his irritation. [color=darkgoldenrod]"I tolerate your presence in the shallows. Yet, you come deeper. Even though the depths wish to remain hidden. Even though they are devoid of life. You do so, and break the silence within."[/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Why dare come here? Are you thieves, wishing to ransack my domain? Or simple fools who do not know where it is appropriate to squabble?"[/color] He turned his head towards Sarhush, and though he had no eyes, his gaze burned all the same. [color=darkgoldenrod]"[i]Explain.[/i]"[/color]


[color=#9E5020]“Finally, someone that’s more than noise,”[/color] Sarhush mumbled at Khthon’s arrival. Then louder, he called out in answer, [color=#9E5020]“I am Sarhush, and I have come down here to save the nascent world that Civilization may thrive above!”[/color]

The whole room erupted with the tumult of the five Patrons again. [color=#9E5020]“ENOUGH!”[/color] Sarhush roared at them. [color=#9E5020]“We’ll suffer your noise no longer! Begone, all of you empty spirits!”[/color]

The Patrons scattered and fled, their manifestations vanishing as suddenly as they’d arrived.

[color=#9E5020]“Their noise offended me too,”[/color] Sarhush explained to Khthon, [color=#9E5020]“but I didn’t invite them here. They came of their own will to bark and plead with me after I declared that the oceans above will be drained.”[/color]

Kthon relaxed as the noise lessened. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Why drain the oceans? How would it benefit this… ‘Civilization’ you speak of?"[/color] He tilted his head curiously. [color=darkgoldenrod]”I do not see how my caverns could help you. Water is of no interest to me. Nothing within my realm holds power over it."[/color]

[color=#9E5020]“The oceans are no more than an accursed, poisoned waste that mars Ashuru. One of the others saw fit to corrupt them at the dawn of our creation. I fell into their depths while wrangling the God-Beast Saries, and I decided then that I would have nothing more to do with the water, even if it would hinder my coming and going across Ashuru. But now the sky itself weeps! Rainfall descends to put out the fires of Civilization. Then it finds its way to the rising sea, eroding all in its way and carrying the earth with it. 

“I can see how this ends: the land will be flattened into nothingness, the oceans will rise forever and drink the whole of the world. I will not stand for it! Civilization cannot thrive beneath the waves. But I have a clever idea to stop this.”[/color]

He set down his stone axe, and brought him two hands together cupped. [color=#9E5020]“Where you see my hands, see instead the whole world,”[/color] he began. Then he spat a great glob of phlegm and saliva into his cupped hands. [color=#9E5020]“And in that, see the smothering, wretched oceans. But where the earth is breached…”[/color] The god loosened his cupped hands just a bit, enough to let the spit begin to drip through the cracks of his fingers. Sarhush’s hideous grin almost stretched from ear to ear.

Khthon looked at the slowly dripping liquid, his expression unreadable. He understood what Sarhush desired, and knew exactly how it would go; many of his caves, during their formation, had opened beneath the sea or other bodies of water, and remained flooded to this day. It did not bother Khthon, since whether it is flooded or not, what is underground remains underground.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"I see [i]what[/i] you desire, yet the why escapes me still. You speak of the fate of the surface world with such urgency, but have given me no reason to care for it. Even if the world were to rest beneath the waves, the earth would still rest beneath it all. You speak of great Civilization, yet still have not explained what it is, or why I should desire it."[/color] He gestured with his head to Sarhush’s stone axe. [color=darkgoldenrod]"“I can see from your tool that it must have to do with the creatures now crawling all around the surface. Their usage of stone might be clever, but I have no care for them beyond that. They are loud, and many, and always seem to be rushing somewhere. I do not understand their appeal."[/color]

[color=#9E5020]“Ah, Civilization…It is my project, my calling, my purpose! But how to explain it? Hmmm…”[/color] Sarhush thought for a moment. [color=#9E5020]“It is cultivation! Civilization is the shaping of the world itself, transforming from a lesser and primitive state to a better one. It is a long and slow process that demands the labors of many hands, working under the direction of those endowed with might and command. It is not merely conquest over Nature…It is continuity! Unrestrained, eternal! It is the endless toil, the ordered fight against emptiness!”[/color]

Sarhush had tried to quote some of those eloquent words from the Patron of Civilization, but he felt as though he hadn’t quite said it all the same way. But it was of no matter; his own interpretation of Civilization was surely the right one.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"And so you would seek my aid to see it prosper. Hmm."[/color] Khthon thought carefully on Sarhush’s words. Taking the raw stuff of godly creation, and shaping it in new ways through mortal hands… The Earth God might not feel strongly about mortals one way or the other, but the thought of that very first blade he saw, made from his stone, still stuck in his mind. And there would be more such crafts? Better ones?

He still did not understand the lofty ideals of his God-Brother, but he understood the simple material reality. Mortals needed dry land to survive, time to shape the surface, and materials to create more crafts. The seas, if they truly did rise as he claimed, were putting them at risk, and he sought to bury the water to save the helpless creatures.

Of course, burying the seas would not make them disappear; pressure and time would have them reemerge as water sources eventually, and they would form rivers and lakes, be fed by the rains, and return to the earth to begin the cycle anew. Such cycles, Khthon knew plenty. Stone wasn’t exempt, eroding into sand and transforming into rock again, changing under pressure and reforming into another form. Sarhush still seemed to be ignorant of such truths. He would have to learn the hard way.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Very well. I will admit I am curious to see what else these mortals can craft. You wish to drain the seas, yes? Then through our will, cracks will form in its bed, and drain it all into my domain. The sea will then belong to the world beneath, and to me."[/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod]"But such favors do not come for free. A fair trade must be made. To do your biddings, I will require something in exchange. First, a vow. Never again will you or your ilk trample upon my domain without offering proper tribute. If you are to benefit from my work, then I too shall get something in return."[/color] Khthon’s gaze fell upon Sarhush’s discarded stone axe again. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Second, your axe. From my stone it was made, and to me it will return."[/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod]"For this small price, we can change the world together, and all will leave satisfied."[/color]

Sarhush wiped off the remaining spit on his hands as he looked down at his stone axe on the floor. [color=#9E5020]“This trinket? My first attempt at a tool? It is my custom to be generous, so I gift it to you freely,”[/color] he said before kicking it in Khthon’s direction. [color=#9E5020]“But you expect me to swear a vow? Ha! I did not come down here as a beggar; I was prepared to do this thing alone. The seas will be drained, whether you aid me or not.”[/color]

So he would have destroyed his caverns just to obtain what he wanted? Khthon’s voice grew colder. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Be careful of your words, God-Brother. If I cannot extract a vow from you, then I will demand something else. An act of world-shaping in exchange for another."[/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod]"The Earth is cold and dead. It will never be alive in the way the surface is. But it still requires animating. I wish to give it warmth and heat. To give it the power to melt and transform by itself. I am weakened by the shaping of the Earth, yet this task remains to be done."[/color] He looked at the axe and the earth swallowed it, protecting it from harm, and then gestured to the stone beneath them. [color=darkgoldenrod]"In the deepest of depths, help me create the Earth’s lifeblood. Magma will then flow and fuel further wonders, and should it ever breach the surface, I am sure you will find it a utility. You shall have my aid in return."[/color]

Sarhush stared at Khthon for a long moment as he mulled that over. Then he barked a short laugh. [color=#9E5020]“You speak of giving dead stone warmth, as if it were something to coddle. But that is not what you truly want. You would put the earth to toil, driving it from its torpor and forcing it to [i]work[/i].”[/color]

Whether Khthon realized it or not, he had asked the perfect person. None knew better than Sarhush how to tame, subjugate, and yoke.

[color=#9E5020]“Stone does not need to live,”[/color] Sarhush continued. [color=#9E5020]“It needs to be bound, broken to purpose, and set beneath a burden it cannot refuse.”[/color]

He let the weight of that sink in before he finished, [color=#9E5020]“That burden is fire.”[/color]

A thin, predatory smile crept across Sarhush’s face.

[color=#9E5020]“Fire already knows my hand. I bestowed its Me unto man. I used it to incinerate the forests that infested Ashuru’s skin.”[/color] He turned his gaze downward, as though already measuring the depths. [color=#9E5020]“Very well. I will outdo myself. I will build a fire so great that every surface blaze will seem a tiny spark by comparison; so vast that it will drive an imperishable heat into the very bones of Ashuru! In return, you will help sunder the bottom of the seas and drain them into the depths.”[/color]

Sarhush stated it all as fact and didn’t bother waiting for accord. He looked to one of the rough stone walls and jabbed a finger at it, poking hard enough to dent the stone. [color=#9E5020]“This work will require tools,”[/color] he declared, [color=#9E5020]“And not like the axe that I just gifted to you. Its edge is too broad. Stone must be pierced, not felled like a tree.”[/color]

The god’s burning eyes swept across the cavern and found a seam of flint. He was upon it in a few great strides. He plunged his fingers deeply into the stone, and heaved and tore out a jagged chunk. Then he began smashing the rock against the wall.

The sound of clanging rocks filled the cavernous hall. There was a wildness and savagery to his motions, for he put a terrible strength behind every blow, yet precision and purpose were hidden in each motion. Flakes of the flint separated cleanly, and a wicked edge took form, culminating in a sharp point. Sarhush retrieved the charred stick that remained of his extinguished torch. It was flimsy, but it would have to suffice. He pressed a thumb into the flint toolhead with such force that it dug a hole where none had been before. Then he forced the stick through, and thus did he fashion the first pickaxe.

He tested the thing by swinging it against a stony wall, and roared in outrage as the flint head shattered against solid granite.

Khthon looked at Sarhush in amusement as he shattered his tool. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Do be careful, God-Brother. Not all stones are equal. What is hard is often also brittle.”[/color] He willed the earth to carry his body to Sarhush, and then called to the stone within the wall.  From it emerged a piece of raw copper, a small piece of a nearby larger vein, leaving nothing but a slight ripple in the rock. It clattered to the ground, already in the crude shape of a pickaxe head. [color=darkgoldenrod]"I will lend you this for the duration of our toil. It shall not shatter.”[/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Make your tool, and then I shall transport us to the still dry caves beneath the seas. We will begin our work there.[/color]

[color=#9E5020]“Then it is decided.”[/color] Sarhush removed the stick from the remnants of the ruined stone pickaxe, then pressed it through the new copper head. The metal was cold to the touch, and gleamed a fiery orange as it reflected the light from the crystals overhead. Sarhush’s fingers moved slowly as he outfitted it onto the handle again. He tore off a strip of hide from his own clothes and used it as a binding to reinforce the joint where wood met metal, almost as if trying to find some excuse to feel and inspect the copper for a few moments longer. But then he was finished. He tested it with a mighty swing, and witnessed stone crack with a small, satisfied grin.


[color=darkgoldenrod]"I see that you are done. Come near.”[/color] The ground slowly began to swallow up Khthon’s body as he prepared to travel. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Cling to my body. I shall see that we get to our destination swiftly. Do not try to speak during the voyage. You might swallow dirt if you do.”[/color]

Sarhush obliged by jumping on top of Khthon. Khthon sank the rest of the way into the rock, carrying Sarhush with him. Soon they began moving through the earth as if it was water, the stones themselves carrying them towards their ultimate goal. It took only a few minutes of travel before they emerged into the deepest of all the undersea caverns, covered in dirt.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"This cavern is small, but deep. It connects to many others. Our work will begin here,”[/color] Khthon stated, looking at the close walls and low hanging ceiling. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Strike where you wish to crack the ceiling, and I shall endeavor that all stone split in its path, until it reaches water.”[/color]

[color=#9E5020]“Let’s waste no time,”[/color] was all that Sarhush had to say. With more agility than might have been expected for something with his ogrelike form, he climbed a short ways to reach the low ceiling. Gripping the wall with his toes and one hand, with the other arm he began slamming the pickaxe into the stone above.

A crack appeared, small at first, and then larger and larger as the pickaxe did its job. A few more hits and then… An ear-splitting crack rang out as the stone cleanly split, and split, and split, much deeper than should be possible, the cracks spreading deep into the rock and splitting into many different branches and linking many caverns, until they all finally reached the bottom of the sea. A creaking sound began, and a few minutes later, a few drops of salted water finally began to drip into the cavern.

It had not occurred to Sarhush until that moment just how precarious his position was. Suddenly, a great rumble shook the walls and ceiling, and a deluge tore the cracks into the ceiling wide open. Cascading seawater flooded into the chamber, the pre-existing cracks linking this cave to others seemingly not enough to slow it at all. The weight of an entire sea bore down from above, so the deluge came with such pressure that it pulverized stone and reached the ceiling in barely a few seconds. Sarhush, who’d begun scrambling wildly away from the cracks, was caught in the surge and swept through black tunnelways, coughing as the water slammed him into the stone walls and floors. 

He was tossed about like a seashell in the tides, and panic filled him as his lungs screamed for air. In the darkened waters, it was as though he was grappling with Saries all over again. With mighty thrashing and kicking he managed to fight his way to the top of the surging water and steal one gasp of air, but then he was dragged under again. The copper pickaxe was long gone. Eventually, when the water slammed him into a wall, his scrambling fingers caught hold of some rocky protrusion. That was all the purchase he needed to begin climbing, and in only a few moments he’d scrambled up the soaked rock wall and onto a ledge above the rushing water. There he coughed up saltwater, then panted, furious, and trembling with a rage and humiliation that he refused to name. His eyes darted through the black tunnels, frantically searching the darkness for a way to escape the rising rapids below, only for Khthon to emerge from the stone behind him.


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Sarhush goes into a cave and starts talking to himself about how much he wants to destroy Nature, and apparently Water too. This elicits an appearance from [s]the Lorax[/s] the Patron of Nature, but Sarhush just mocks and taunts it. Then the Patron of Water comes to nag and gets similar treatment. The Patrons of Civilization, Glory, and Cataclysm show up and mostly egg Sarhush on; but it’s a circus and in the end they are all just bickering with one another in a dark hole in the ground while Sarhush laughs.

Then Khthon shows up and all the Patrons are shooed away. Khthon is swayed to help Sarhush with his genius plan to drain the oceans by opening a massive hole beneath the seafloor that leads into the caverns below. This goes about as well as you’d expect.

[b]CONVICTION EXPENDITURES:[/b]

A massive drainhole is created at the bottom of the ocean, suddenly and violently lowering sea levels (the existing islands are now connected; smaller inland seas and saltwater lakes are left in some of the lower spots of the former ocean; subterranean rivers, aquifers, and even seas now exist in the cavern system below, and some probably harbor life.)

4 conviction collaborative nightmare terraforming action
[Sarhush spends 3 conviction, Khthon spends 1 conviction (in-domain action)]

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