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Parvus walked to the central, northmost Fel Island, which he had named Caput. The ocean waves were to free to intrude into the shallow northern beaches. A reef would secure the beaches, which he intended to use later, as well as grow new toxins. However, he doubted Ashalla would appreciate simply pouring primordial venom into her waters directly.

He gathered a sizable amount of rocks on the sandy beaches of Caput. He waved his hand over the pile, and green veins danced across their surface. He stabbed into the stack of rocks using his stinger, causing the lines of power to writhe and turn purple. One by one, he tossed the stones into the shallows. As they sank, they changed and began to form into a semi-circular coral reef surrounding the northern beach. Sand flaked off of the poison infused stone and transformed into jellyfish, sea cucumbers, pufferfish, and various other toxic marine life.

After inspecting the reef for any faults, he decided that he needed to expand his influence beyond that of the Fel Isles. He already knew of the Eye of Desolation, and that it already had fledgling life as well as being relatively close to the Fel Isles, making it a low priority.

He spent some time walking across the ocean, looking for new lands, eventually encountering the strange lands of Swahhitteh-Tendlepog. He could feel the residual energies from both K'nell and Eurytheses. He wanted to expand his influence to all of the major landmasses, while still be respectful of the other gods. He watched as the mountains moved, and noticed how the entire continent had illusionary aspects. While he did not wish to disrupt the nature of this place, he wanted a foothold here.

He thought for a few moments about how to best fit an ecosystem into the strange landscape. After a moment, he completed his mental preparations. He moved to the mountains, choosing it as an ideal location. He took a single leaf from his head and crushed it into the ground. From that spot, moss spread across the mountainside as though it were grass. Various strangely shaped mushrooms sprouted from the moss blanket. He tapped the ground with his chitin stinger, allowing a mere drop of primordial venom to permeate the fungal growths with poison. All of the fungi within this region had varying degrees of poison. However, none of the toxins had a strong influence on the body. Instead, the poison influenced the mind, and for the most part, had perception-altering effects.

From the moss blanket, he caused large, tree-sized mushrooms to grow from the ground. They were blue, semi-transparent, bio-luminescent, and contained mind-altering toxins. Fungi of his species almost always had a bend in the stock.

He then created edible mushrooms among the growth that appeared identical to various poisonous mushrooms that already existed. As a nod to K'nell, he created a fungus which caused whatever ate it to become drowsy.

He crushed his injured hand, drawing out a small bit of ichor and allowed it to drop to the ground. He created a few mundane insects, however, he also created a few exotic insects unique to Tendlepog. Butterflies which could only be seen by the still and quiet for a few moments. Moths who changed their patterns every time they went unobserved. Crickets who had songs that sounded like lullabies.

After that, he sat down on the fungal growth and rested for a moment, and considered what to create next.


After the bird god left, Parvus finished his examination of the Eye of Desolation and returned to the Maw. As he paced around his barren island, he glanced down at his hand. A small bit of primordial venom remained within the wound. It was not a serious concern, as it was a mere extension of himself, and disregarding that, it lacked the potency to kill a diety.

He thought back to his conversation with Urhu for a moment. Poisons are a dreadful tool, but they are a useful tool. He would need a region for his toxins to grow. A part of him wished to stall himself. However, he pushed forward, motivated by pride and duty.

He grasped his injured hand and absorbed the primordial venom into himself. For a brief moment, purple veins appeared across his body before suddenly vanishing.

He lurched and looked down into the Maw, watching as the smoke descended downwards into the Hive. He reached outwards with his powers and forced dirt from the Hive out into Galbar. The stony island began to shift and change, breaking down into fresh soil. He granted the archipelago a name, the Fel Isles.

The Fel Isles was a relatively small, compact island chain. It is primarily composed of three, moderately sized islands that could give the appearance of being a single larger island if viewed from the sky. Six smaller islands dot the surrounding ocean around the central region. Located within the central-most reaches of the archipelago rests the Maw.

After examing the isles, he continued with his task. Purple veins appeared across the nine islands and imbued them with his essence. From the virgin soil, vegetation emerged. A tropical jungle quickly enveloped the islands, and other animals formed to complete the ecosystem. Poisons and venoms were not only commonplace within the Fel Isles, but they were potent and were highly varied.

Once he had completed his task, Parvus decided to grant a name to the central island, as it contained the Maw and was currently the most important of the nine Fel Isles. He gave it the name "Thoraxia."

I have been quiet because I was considering if I wanted to stay, while I like Ferron's character, there really doesn't seem to be much life left in this RP and it seems most of the people I would want to RP with have left. So I think I am going to officially drop.
Parvus & Urhu
@Double Capybara
Parvus was walking across the waters, considering his conversation with Phystene. As he walked by, he observed the jungle that Phystene had created. He was relieved that at least some good came from one of his fellow gods throwing a rock at Galbar. As he contemplating, he noticed a ship, clearly divine in origin, he sent a simple message towards the ship to announce his presence.

Urhu was finishing to clean up her stocks when she heard a message in her mind, she was surprised to find someone in the middle of the sea and there was no context as to what the god wanted with her, but nevertheless went up to the deck and approached the god. Donning an outfit made of local resources, it was quite clear she had explored and exploited the island.

”Oh hey…” she looked down and snapped her finger a few times until she remembered the god’s name. ”Parvus. Want to come in? I don’t like talking while looking down at someone.” from her ship she had an elevated position in relation to someone standing over the sea.

”If it would make you more comfortable.” he said, easily leaping aboard the vessel. Despite having walked across water, his feet were completely dry.

Urhu looked at the pointy-eared god as he hopped in, she had missed him during the arrival and had genuinely no idea of how he was since she also tried to not indulge in the information given by the Architected. So far, he seemed nice, a bit too regal and ‘clean’ for her taste but at least he was not causing trouble.

”So… what brings you here? Did you just want to know who it was that owned such a vehicle?” she questioned.

I came to this region to discuss some personal matters with Phystene. I decided that while I was in this region, I should speak with other members of the pantheon to discuss Galbar, and its future. he said, as though rehearsed.

The wanderer blinked, looked up, and then back down to the fellow god. ”It’s about the whole giant rocks being thrown around business, isn’t it?” she crossed her arms and tilted her head.

Parvus simply nodded, Gods simply throwing giant stones at this planet is problematic. While I do not believe any harm was done, I don’t think it is proper. Could you imagine what would have happened if Phystene had created her wonderful jungle before the stone fell unto the planet. , prodding her slightly.

”Yeah… some gods have been quite destructive. It would not be cool to lose something like those jungles because of something like that. I would say the ocean goddess should make sure giant waves aren’t made when landforms are created, but, uh, I guess that wouldn’t have stopped the meteor…”

Parvus paused for a moment, Are you suggesting the formation of barrier reefs? Or do you believe more drastic measures are required. he said, casually twirling his stinger in one of his hands.

”Would that stop the waves?” Urhu questioned. ”If so, yeah? But it would be asking too much to have barrier reefs everywhere. In all honesty, I am not the deity of the oceans, so I do not know what could break these giant waves. Now, I think trying to bash gods raising land would be a bit much, as much as some gods deserve a slap in the face or two, I think trying to police other gods like that is just a bad idea, especially if you are to confront them face to face.” she pulled over a bench and sat on it, she would offer one to Parvus, but she guessed he would not be interested in such menial things such as comfort.

Yes, you are right. We can not simply bash other gods over the head whenever they do something we disapprove of, otherwise all of Galbar would become a war-zone.” he said, placing his stinger against his pants leg, and threads of silk wrapped around it and fixed it in place. ”To be frank, I am not certain there is an easy solution to this problem. It might be necessary to simply rebuild whatever is destroyed. However, that does not sit right with me.

Urhu tapped her chin. ”Well, talking to other gods is a start, though I fear the ones who are willing to listen are not also on the ‘might throw a giant boulder towards the planet’ list. I guess the creation of barriers or other such things could help. I have talked about the ocean, but have you noticed how easy it is for a god or an object to cross from the upper spheres into Galbar? I feel like that is not good for the planet’s future.”

Parvus paused, If I remember correctly, the architect is lord of seals. Are you suggesting he strengthens the barrier between the celestial realms and Galbar? he said, using this opportunity to prod her about her opinion on their patron.

With a pinched expression, the goddess nodded slightly in reluctant agreement. ”I mean, he is one who could do it, for sure. Maybe other celestial gods could do the same, like, Azura perhaps. But I imagine the Architect would have in his interest for it to not be so easy to bombard Galbar.”

Parvus sighed, Yes, relying on the old god should only be a last resort, should it not? We are the pantheon of Galbar, we should do our best to manage our affairs ourselves should we not? I believe it would be wise to discuss this with Azura, or perhaps Phystene could make trees to flood the upper reaches of Galbar with oxygen. A sky barrier could be most helpful, but it does not address the root of the issue.

”Indirect solutions avoid direct confrontations. I mean, I am sure one day a god will thoroughly overstep his boundaries and force others to react, but the rarer fights are, the fewer resources we will have to burn on them. The fewer enemies you have, the more allies and neutrals there will be when a godly conflict arises. For your worry, in particular, it's best to hold off more drastic actions until they are unavoidable, and then make an example of whoever managed to go under such a low bar.” the goddess told quite casually. ”At least that would be what I would do.” she shrugged.

Parvus nodded,”Wise words. Since we are discussing the future, I wish to share that I intend to create exotic poisons, in the near future. While it might be better if such things were not required, in the future, it would be better if my creatures and followers had such dreadful tools and not need them, than for them to need them and to not have them.

While nodding at first, Urhu couldn’t help to let out a sigh. ”Eh, what a dreadful conversation to have. Though I do agree on your views about safety, I feel, as the goddess of passages, that I must remember you that some things might get lost along the way, it's almost inevitable, and when things are lost, they might be found. You need to think about that when creating tools such as poison, about what happens when the wrong person gets hold of it.”

”I understand that I should not create a poison I can not cure. Though I am sorry for discussing such grim matters with you. Is there anything else you wish to discuss while I am here? Parvus said.

Urhu smiled. ”Oh, no worries, you are not at fault, we live in a grim world. Albeit one that is also beautiful.” standing up, she looked to the island. ”So, are you and Phystene talking to all gods?”

Parvus was looking out towards sea, and did not even glance back at Urhu, Whatever do you mean? Your vessel was merely between were I was, and were I was going. It was only polite that I announced myself to a nearby traveler. It is that not the proper courtesy? I believe you are now the one who gets to decide that.

Urhu smirked. ”Why the sudden games?” she said in a teasing tone, before continuing, imitating Parvus’ voice. ” I decided that while I was in this region, I should speak with other members of the pantheon to discuss Galbar, and its future.”

She then leaned back, taking a few step backs. ”But I guess I was overstepping when I asked what I did. Sorry about that. I am just curious. Best of luck to both of you. Oh, and, I do enjoy having a world full of life, wastelands are boring to explore. Can’t say I will always be there to help the gods who work to keep this world blooming with life, but when I am absolutely necessary, I will absolutely be there to help.” she added with a wink.

Touching the wheel, the goddess looked back at Parvus. ”Do you want a ride to the island or are you going to walk there?”

”I wish to examine this archipelago for a bit longer, so I believe I will walk. You are welcome to enter my domain so long as you do not break anything.” Parvus said, taking a deep breath even though such action was unnecessary. He had heard it was suppose to help calm a person down, however it never seemed to work.

”What? Me, going into a sphere and breaking things? Madness. As the patron of hospitality, I must be an exemplary guest, no? ” she shook her head and then smiled.

Well, I shouldn’t waste any more of your valuable time, I should get going. he said, deciding against prying.

Urhu would be cordial enough to lower Nyeothay Tag into the water so Parvus did not need to jump. As the god started to leave, she approached the rail of her ship.

”Oh, one last thing. Light producing bugs. Think about it.” she told, raising one finger up as if she was saying something important.

Parvus and Phystene
Parvus did not spend long resting. It was a fruitless endeavor. After molding his sphere, he still felt exhausted. However, he decided to spend his time more productively. He put his stinger up to his side, and threads of silk wrapped around it and fixed it in place. He grabbed an apple from his tree within the Garden and walked through the Hive.

He decided to reach out to some of his like-minded gods and goddess. Parvus was not one to trust easily, however, he recognized the importance of alliances. He leaped out through the Maw and sat down on his island.

Parvus willed a message towards the god of plants, who he had learned about through the strange moment at the architect's palace. Hello, Phystene is it? I would request a moment of your time. I believe we have matters that need to be discussed, and I prefer not to use telepathy for such important conversations.

“I always have time for a fellow nature deity.” Phystene answered. “Would you care to come down to Galbar to see some of my work or shall I come to you?”

”Give me a few moments, and I will come over.” he said, before quickly walked across the ocean towards the eye of desolation.

Once he had arrived, he bowed. And then quickly glanced around, observing the plant goddess work. ”I am concerned about the wilds of this planet. Earlier, I had felt a great tsunami pass over my island, forcing me to close my gateway for sometime. I don’t feel like I need to mention what would have happened if I had already sprouted life over my island.”

“I had noticed our peers’ proclivity for throwing massive rocks around” Phystene commented dryly. After a moment she added “Life is… resilient. At least some part of what we make can survive an asteroid impact or two. But I am not keen on seeing much of my hard work go to waste simply because someone was having a tantrum.”

She leaned back against the Branch of the World Tree, a weary look on her face. “I suppose the question is: what do we do to combat this? Do we go for a strategy of diversity or take more… proactive measures?”

Parvus frowned, ”Trying to assault another god directly is unwise, and it would result in more destruction.. He paused for a moment. ”I am not sure what the best course of action at this time.

Phystene shook her head, a pained expression on her face. “You misunderstand me. I would never suggest violence as a first response. But I do think that we, and by we I mean us nature deities, need to establish a position of strength and make it known that we will not tolerate further acts of widespread destruction on Galbar.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “Perhaps we form a… what is it called? A pact? A grouping of some kind. Let it be known that we all agree on this one matter and will act together against those who cross whatever line we draw in the sand. In nature the mere threat of injury can deter a predator. I see no reason why this concept need not apply to deities as well.”

Parvus frown dissipated into a small grin, It is not that I have not considered a formal alliance, I am simply worried such formalities could draw undue attention. If other gods wished us harm, they may strike out against the forests of this world. While cooperation is important, I believe we must also approach this with subtly. We must not start a war, which we can not win.

“A valid concern to be sure” Phystene agreed, “though I suspect that some of our peers will attempt to destroy the forests regardless of what we do. Countering such wanton acts will almost certainly require most of my attention in the days to come.” She let out a soft sigh. “Honestly I a suspect that we could align enough of the other deities to our cause to win any conflicts we might fight, but what truly concerns me is that we might not be able to recover from such a conflict, regardless of if we win or not. I still believe that establishing a position of strength will be in the best interests of life on this world, but we need not rush into this. Shall we quietly see who will align with us as we consider alternative solutions?”

Parvus smiled ”It seems that you understand the delicate situation which face. There is still little life on this planet, it would be best to carefully consider our options, and better understand our fellow gods. he said, reaching his arm out in order to hand Phystene the apple which he had brought with him.

She accepted the gift with a warm smile. “To life finding a way” She said before taking a bite. “And know that you, and all that you create, are welcome within my domain friend.”


The Small God stood within the Maw. Bellowing gas fell upon him. A few lost spirits hung within the Maw, unable to move but otherwise unharmed. He thought back to his encounter at the Architect's abode and the strange sensation. Hopefully, the god of death would soon attend to his duties. For the time being, he could not worry about the work for another.

After three hours, Parvus was satisfied with his designs. After six hours, he had completed his task. Dirt gave way to empty air, as tunnels and caverns formed. In a few areas, the soil either hardened into stone or collapsed into sand. Small pockets of moisture expanded into small pools of stagnant water.

After a few moments, the Swarm Sovereign proceeded deeper into The Hive. He recognized that the sphere was shrouded in darkness. He was unphased by this. A few of his servants would require light.

He took residence within one of the cavernous rooms of The Hive. With one of his hands, a sphere of green energy formed. He pressed this energy against the pre-existing veins running throughout The Hive. Grass sprouted from the ground, painting it green. A few trees instantly emerged from the soil, including a solitary apple tree. He named this region, The Garden.

He redirected the energy of the sphere towards the rest of the Hive, and throughout the Hive tufts of grass, roots, and decaying plant matter formed. Blue, bioluminescent moss bloomed throughout the undergrowth, providing a small measure of light. The roof of The Garden was painted blue by the moss, mimicking a distant sky.

With his other hand, Parvus formed a needle composed of chitin. He took his make-shift weapon and stabbed into his other hand. The needle began to drink the life-giving energy and divine ichor, absorbing it into itself. Small bits of divine flesh clung unto the weapon, quickly rotting and forming a primordial venom.

He stepped outside of The Garden and stabbed his needle into a tunnel's wall. A dark purple stain formed around the region which he had struck. He named his weapon, The Chitin Stinger. It contained the power to poison the inanimate. The dirt wall began to crumble before the venom was carried away through the green veins. The poison was carried out through the realm of insects, with the sole exception of The Garden. As the poison passed through the green veins, they disappeared. Insects began to appear throughout the Hive, forming from the soil and granted life through the strange liquid stored within the Stinger.

The magnitude and variety of insects formed were great.

Parvus rested under the shade of his apple tree. There was no physiological reason to do so, although he did expand much of his divine energy. He needed to relax. He watched as ants begin to wander into The Garden. He granted himself a few moments to watch his small servants explore their new home. Even still, he could not help but to tightly grasp his Chitin Stinger.

The Architect's Palace began to grow hectic, while he considering using this opportunity to interact with his fellow gods, he believed that was no longer wise. There would be better, less chaotic times, to speak with his fellow gods. Not only that, but the formerly red-haired goddess seemed intent on angrier their powerful patron. His powers had returned to him, stronger than before. It would be best to get to work.

He walked over to a crystal, and leap atop it with ease. As it barrelled towards Galbar, he saw a barren ocean, with only a few islands dotting its surface, and many wandering souls haunting its surface. There was something saddening about it. He would bring life to wet, barren rock. However, first, he needed to establish his domain.

Parvus gently tapped the crystal, and green veins spread across its surface. The speeding crystal shifted directions and moved directed towards one of the islands dotting Galbar, and began to barrel into the central point of the spot of land, and as it did, the green veins spread from the crystal into the newly formed cave.

At some point, Parvus became aware that he had entered a space separate from Galbar, but connected by the newly bored tunnel. He felt as though the tunnel began to collapse, however, he clutched a single hand and the green veins began to shimmer. He recognized the importance of a tunnel between his domain, and Galbar.

However, he thought of the roaming spirits, as well as the life that would inevitability inhabit Galbar. He could not simply allow anything to enter his realm, and with that, the green veins turned purple. From them, thorny vines sprouted to cover the tunnel walls. Pods formed on the vines occasionally expanded before releasing poisonous gas into the air that would paralyze spirit or beast alike. He designed the gas to be heavier than air, and thus sink back into his realm. He also had the foresight to make it so that all insects would be immune to its effects.

He looked up the great cavern that connected his realm to Galbar, and the many thorny vines which hung upon its walls. He felt as though “The Maw” was a suitable name for it. In addition, he named his vines, “Wormtooth Vines”

As for his domain, he believed as though there was only one suitable name for it, The Hive. He touched one of the cavern’s walls, and green veins spread out from where he touched and into his subterranean lair. He allowed himself to take his time as he carefully designed the Hive.

Parvus muttered to himself, ”Home. Such a funny word.”


The darkness was oppressive. He wondered how long had he floated in the void between worlds. He also wondered if time even existed within this eldritch place.

He was afraid. He was not scared of death, but instead was scared that he would be trapped forever in the endless dark with only his memories. Even once cherished memories now felt sour. In the darkness, he had a single memory to cling to. It was comforting, but it was also sorrowful.

He remembered approaching the rest of his pantheon, proclaiming wildly that he would be respected, or he would find another realm to reside. They must have thought he was mad, and perhaps he was. He had sealed himself away in divine residence, and answered the first pull he felt so long as it would draw him away from his past.

He had helped to overthrow the tyrant god. He had provided food and medicine to the mortals. And his only reward for his bravery and kindness was a false title, and scorn. It was only when he posed a danger to them that he was respected. He could no longer tolerate disrespect.

Eventually, the darkness gave way and he was reformed within the halls of the architect. He was immediately in awe of his raw power. He had never encountered a being so powerful, at one point he was a god, but now he was in front of a god among gods.

He felt compelled to kneel. He did not even care if the towering figure noticed. He had felt as though a sacred duty was burnt into his chest, to nurture this world and its life. He would not take that task lightly.

Within the presence of the architect, all of the fledgling gods seemed to fade away. He did not mean them any respect, he was simply in shock.

After a few moments, Parvus calmed himself and rose. He understood that he would need to either cooperate with, or oppose each of these different entities, and thus he decided to lurk around in order to get a better understanding of them.

He hoped that his experience with them would be fruitful and mutually respectful, however at the moment, he could not trust any of them. He did not feel like he could truly trust anyone. He did not even understand the Architect, however it felt easier to trust him as he truly believed that if he wished it, then all of the gods before him would be destroyed.

@Cyclone I been holding this back, but I think it is important to just propose an alternative instead of simply dismissing the opposing idea. My idea to square the concept of having infinite souls and giving Kath an important role is fairly simple, have it so that the burning process is what increases the sum total of soul-energy. So the soul stuff that originally went into that person breaks down into ash, but so does their memories, experiences, etc.

The reason I suggest this alternative is that it pull the focus away from no soul should ever leave the cycle, and allows for competing afterlives, while also maintaining Kath's afterlife and refocusing it on ensuring the cycle as a whole continues, rather than making sure that there is zero loss.
@Double Capybara Because this will become a simple "good guys" vs "bad guys" conflict. It is "Do you want the universe to operate normally" or "Do you want to mess with it for selfish reasons"

It feels like it will be a captain planet conflict, "Do you want to dump toxic waste in the ocean, or do you not want to do that."
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