Lord Zee
Ashh
Frettzo
Vec
Level 2 Goddess of The Supernatural (Soul)
5 Might
1 Miracle
Kap Gam rested on the shadow of a tree within the fortress while she recovered from the burdensome tasks of the first day of this world. She heard more siblings talk, she was impressed even the very one who was the first to raise a hand against Larwen was now talking about compromise, seems like the god of twisted views did not make his message and stubbornness clear enough. Kap Gam felt like once again warning them, but so be it, disaster breeds discipline, they will learn.
She continued to rest, until she noticed almost all gods had left, and the fortress was now inhabited by odd hazy creatures. She would have grunted if that was not a waste of movement, she was nowhere nearly rested enough, but it seemed the approach of the Door was turning increasingly unwelcoming.
With a single movement, a single hair-like thread. It had been a while since she had to create such a relic. She focused, and snapped the thread in two, a small, almost imperceptible sound, resulting from such an action. In seconds, it quietly echoed all the world, telling hear each and every single thing it touched, telling her tales of isles of fire and isles of sound, of continents and of divine constructs. One thing, above all, stuck out with her.
"It has no center?" she thought aloud, a very rare action for her, but the disappointment was just that loud. She would think the door was the center of the planet, a perfect point for the Leylines to focus, but it was not, it did not align with its poles and the telluric flow was just all wrong. That was bad. A temple to harmonize the Ley needed a perfect balance of all elements, that was unattainable under the ocean.
The goddess placed a hand on her temple and frowned, thinking over the possibilities. Mater Lei had made her work much harder, she could make a run for it and do what she wanted while leaving the consequences for the gods of this world to deal with, however, this was not her way to act.
She looked at the map again, pinpointing its center, and then drawing circles around it, the smallest having a radius of the distance between the Door and the center of the world. She chuckled when noticing what was in each cycle, Fate was a predictable thing at times.
After setting up a few points, she went to the nearest, which was more distant from the Door than she wished, but she would do what needed to be done. Her hand touched the field near the mountain, and the whole landscape started to shift, rocks were brought upward, rivers were moved and their waters purified, unpleasant plants withered in seconds, their nutrients feeding the flowers and the groves, the Ley was arranged beneath the alpine land in very specific form.
For the finishing touch, the goddess waved her hand, and the raised stones composed of marble were carved into a simple yet beautiful temple. Kap Gam's Locus Amoenus had been formed.
