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Vestec level 3 God of Chaos

Might: 6

Freepoint: 1

The itching was back. It was worse now, like something was writhing beneath his skin, trying to claw its way out. Vestec knew was only one way to ease that pain and that was to grow in power. As he did so the writhing subsided and the God of Chaos relaxed, floating above Galbar, watching the events of the world with a patient interest. He watched as Arguis scurried too and fro, talking first to one god then going to visit the next and Vowzra and Escre combined their powers to create the first sentient life in the world. Vestec's changing colors slowed, until he was a solid black. "My my. Aren't we just busy little Gods? Stealing eggs, talking to Gods...careful, you might just bring on more ire than you can handle. And creating sentient life? You shouldn't have. It makes my job so much easier. Now...lets use this new found power we have." Vestec's normally personality reestablished itself, changing colors randomly once again, and he giggled before going over to where the humans were.

He gathered a small section of them, spiriting them away. There were things to be done, chaos to create, and it had to be started here.

Some adjustments had to be made, of course. Otherwise he'd simply have corrupted some humans, and that was for later. Bit by bit, detail by detail, the God of Chaos changed and adjusted his captured humans until he was satisfied with what they had become. Vestec placed his new race, the Dyun. He filled his race with an irrational hatred of their distant cousins, the humans. Vestec taught the Dyun how to kill, how to hit and run. Their role in life was that of the raider. 

As they spread out over Arguis' land, Vestec could hear one word being repeated their strange language(a series of clicks and clacks). "Wow." Vestec giggled again, and watched as they inevitably started fighting amongst themselves. After some intense moments of combat, one arose victorious over the rest, howling his victory to the sky. Vestec gave the 'Sword of Chaos' one final touch, giving the wielder the ability send a bolt of pure chaos energy towards their enemies. Then he gave it to their leader. Not in person, of course. That would drive the poor creatures insane. But his voice echoed above them. "I am Vestec, your God and master. Take this sword, and wield it against the architects of your fate, the humans. Make them suffer, as you have suffered."

5 might spent going to level 4.

Vestec stole a portion of the humans and turned them into the Dyun.

1 might spent embedding hatred of the humans into the Dyun and teaching them violent guerilla warfare.

1 Freepoint spent making the Sword of Chaos shoot chaos bolts.
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