Muthadh will cloak himself in shadow and travel to the Nexus. There he will go to the center to collect energy around himself. He tells the Librarian,"It is time for me to ascend. I will be within this shell for some time. Mind the place and let mother know that I will see her when I have finished growing up." He gives the shard a wry grin before the two work together to harden shadow magicks around him. As the cocoon of sorts, seals around him, he will slumber until his power his increased enough to allow him to ascend.
I am spending 2 points towards ascending to Lesser Rank! Yay! Also, I realized that I forgot that I needed to pay for additional legendary concepts over my magical concepts. I owe 3 points and I am spending those now to pay for it.
2 points: gain Lesser rank
3 points: points owed
remaining points: 0
The Librarian will make his way steadily to find Alliandra to deliver the good news - riding the galvanized strands of the Nexus. It does not take him long as the cocooned god releases a pulse of energy through the Nexus, energizing the shadowstuff even more!
Blessing on the Nexus: Until the next rollover, the shadowstuff is energized and more fluid, making it highly malleable to others - including gods for whom it is normally unaffected by!
Basically this means that The Librarian will contact any god within the Nexus to let them know of Muthadh's ascension and the temporarily flexible nature of the plane. He will inform them that Alliandra, Veldrin, or any god who is a member of The Great Mother's Pantheon, will be allowed to create a sanctum (basically you have my permission) - a permanent home away from the material plane - during this time if they so wish.
Allianda waits patiently for the other gods to come to her and sighs. The lose of the Forge Father saddened her a bit. It was clear that she was saddened and her normal glow was lessened.
Thinking on it for a long while she would start forging strange ring as she thought about it. It would only be able to be activated by the mighty. It would be a shared thing among all the races. It could not be created by anyone but her. A weaving of natural materials and iridesium. Each of twist of the Ring created a new layer she imbued with magic. This ring had a specific purpose.
It looked like a merger of metal, wood, magic and stone. This ring was actually a gate. The gate itself would be placed in the center of the land called Clareian. The ring itself towered above the landscape a dragon easily able to walk through. It had strange runes along its surface not even the gods could really decipher. One thing was true it was powerful.
Unlike most artifacts that would be created this was not to be wielded in combat. This artifact sent Hero's someplace. It sent them to her moon, or if a God wished, his hero to a place of his choosing to test his hero.
This Ring would be called The Hero's Gate. This was a two way gate so those on the moon that were worthy could visit Anya. Or Hero's could return from where the god's sent them.
The God's could send Hero's to this gate to test them. Or even those they wish to test to see if they are worthy of being a Hero's. If it is the Latter, the gate can only be opened by the god not the person in question.
3 AP Create Artifact: The Hero's Gate.
Baxtra 1
Walking among her newest creation, she noticed they were less capable and weaker than the Silari and even the Dineros to protect them they needed more assistance. However remembering Allianda's advice she decided only to reveal knowledge of how to care for, train, and improve animals by breeding. She decided to watch them and see what they can do on their own.
She also taught them the secrets to the construction of boats for transportation and fishing.
Baxtra 2
Seeking Allianda, She enters the Shadow plane following the clues the Mother had left behind.
The Nexus of Shadow shudders as the force within it begins to emerge from its cocoon. Muthadh has ascended and with the cracking of that shell, comes a release of electricity and shadowy winds - like a windstorm had been kept within that container for eons. It tears through the immediate vicinity, whipping past and connecting with the pillars of the realm but otherwise not doing much harm. The shadowy librarian stands there unfazed as he awaits his progenitor's return.
The winds and energy coalesce into a more definite shape. Muthadth is back though a bit larger and bulkier to show for it. Aside him is a smaller version of himself - not unlike the librarian in that he is merely a shard - but unlike the librarian, this one is barely an electric cloud in the shape of their fungal master. Muthadth says "Librarian, I want you to meet The Messenger." The shards bow to one another. Muthadh says,"Your duties will remain as they always have, Librarian. Messenger, please find our mother and let her know I have emerged and wish to see her if she is ready." The voice crackles as it flashes from the Messenger,"At once m'lord!" and with a flash the messenger zips through the plane like lightning.
On the material plane, the Lorekeepers receive news of more knowledge has been placed upon the world. The magical arts of weather and wind control.
Allianda could be found in the one place where light and greenery barely pierced the murky shadow. It was mostly her in the little wooden house she had created in the borrowed energy her hand gently working at the ring in her hands.
The house ever shifting and changing as the power faded into the shadow and it was "regrown' again. She seemed content with this as it allowed the "excess" power she bled off to have an outlet.
When Baxtra found her she would smile and offer up a chair. "Hello Baxtra, please sit. I just now await Veldrin so we may finish our discussion."
Upon seeing the messenger she smiled. "Hello there, how may I help you?"
Baxtra 2
Searching the bleak landscape, She sees no sign of Allianda so she keeps looking and calling for the great mother. She begins to despair as no deity responds to her even though she is on Muthadh's turf.
Allianda would conjure up a ball of light to go floating through the shadow plane leaving a mote trail back to where she was so if Baxtra stumbled upon it she could follow it to her.
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Muthadh: "We should be preparing ourselves to leave soon I think." says one of the lorekeepers to a young llieldasine.
Alliandra: "Why is that?"
Muthadh: "The stars are brighter outside of our home... it is as if our Lord wants us to venture outside of our lands to meet others... but the stars also speak of other things. They are pressing us forward, demanding that we seek out their knowledge. Just last evening, a cluster of stars had grown brighter. A new quest has been levied upon us and yet we have barely begun our own..."
Alliandra: "Where is it leading you?" She asks curiously crossing her legs.
Muthadh: she says, “It leads... to the north. We do not have a map of this land... I cannot be certain of anything more."
Alliandra: "Can you not hear the trees? The plants? We can talk to them and they teach us many things." She said and would smile. "So do you need guides going north?"
Muthadh: she nods, “Yes... in truth we need many things but guidance is one we need greatly."
Alliandra: She thinks on it. "Well the younger ones of us can guide you. With the Seeding coming the older ones will be protecting everyone."
Muthadh: "Would it be wise to wait until after the seeding? Will it negatively impact your younger ones?"
Alliandra: "Ummm, well the jungle is inherently dangerous for any of us but we have been trained and know the enclaves on the way north. The elder are well suited to protecting those seeding.
Muthadh: she nods, “Very well, then I don’t suppose it will matter one way or the other will it?"
Alliandra: Shakes her head. "No, though if you want more experienced guides you can wait."
Muthadh: she says, “Our journey is one of discovery and knowledge. That is not limited by age."
Alliandra: She nods. "I can gather up some. I would suggest at least 6 of us to go with. Magic is stronger when used together.
Muthadh: she says, “That is a good idea. Tell them that we should be ready to leave in 10 days’ time."
Alliandra: They are visited by quite a few young llieldasines but 6 seem the most interested. One had lotus flowers, another had cherry blossoms, another had roses, while the fourth had tiny clover flowers, another had black orchids and the last had a flower called Amaranth
Muthadh: They smile at seeing such a variety of pretty flowers.
Alliandra: The six identify themselves as their guides and they can get the Feeling the Black Orchid is the leader. More so because the others defer to her even though she speaks the least. She seems to be their medicinal expert.
Muthadh: there are a total of 9 wispi that will be going on the trip. The eldest of the group will remain in the enclave so that she can learn what she can and teach what she can. Of the 9, none are older than (the wispi equivilent of 20), but their garb is as varied as can be.
Muthadh: The leader of this group is a particularly tall one who has a dancer's grace but a deeper voice suited more for a warrior. She has a large curved sword at her shoulder that is clearly second hand. She offers a handshake and says, “My name is Amora. It is a pleasure to meet all of you."
Alliandra: The Orchid comes forward taking her hand. They had Bows of fine make on their backs. They almost looked alive. "I am Orcana. Pleasure to meet you. We all have different specialties to help you on your journey."
Muthadh: she nods,” I wish we could say the same. We all share a dedication to searching for knowledge. Beyond that, we have only the skills that we need. I hope that we are enough to support you as you have so graciously volunteered to support us."
Alliandra: The llieldasine grin. "Well we are young so dedicated our studies to our passions. I am an expert in medicines. Amaranth, in healing magics." The clover one grinned. "I'm great with camouflage as is Rosa here. Lota also does Healing magics and Cherri does Medicine too."
Alliandra: Orcana smiled. "We also have different survival skill sets that will help. When you are ready we can head out."
Muthadh: She says, “We all know how to use illusion magic though I suspect your kind are unable to perceive it for some reason. We all know how to handle and train creatures though with the limited time that we have, calming or hunting them is all we can provide unless we end up stuck somewhere. We can build a camp anywhere - even in this jungle - be it on the ground or in the air. If transportation is an issue, we can make a conveyance to help shoulder our burdens."
Alliandra: They nod. "Well we are suited for travel by land, tree or waterways so which do you prefer?"
Muthadh: "Can we travel atop the canopy?"
Alliandra: They nod. "Yes we can. Though it’s a more twisted route we can do that."
Muthadh: "Twisted how?" she asks curiously
Alliandra: "Well not all the trees can actually support weight, so we would have to navigate around them."
Muthadh: they nod,” I understand. We are light on our feet but you are careful with all the plants of this jungle. We will take pains to be extra careful then."
Alliandra: They nod and they will easily start climbing the nearest trees as if it was second nature to them.
Muthadh: The wispi all admire the beautiful forms and will wait a bit before grabbing their things and summoning their ancestral connection to the air elements. Surrounded by swirling dark energy, they lift into the air and fly up to the canopy tops.
Alliandra: They meet up top and the Llieldasine look around and grin seeing them fly. "Neat. Will have to learn to do that sometime." Grins and the girls start walking. They don't run across the treetops here but they start leading them on a winding path through the treetops.
Muthadh: They say, “It is something we inherited from our birth. It is not something that can be taught I am afraid... though the knowledge we seek might unlock such a thing for your kind. It would still not be a suitable reward for your help here but I hope it is a start."
Alliandra: "Happy to help really. You are the first new things in the jungle in a long time. Do you think the stars are leading you to your god’s birthplace?"
Muthadh: They shake their heads, “No... That is not something He would do. We know that he considers all of his Mother's things sacred. I do not think He would like us worshiping and celebrating him at a place with such mixed feelings for The Great Mother."
Alliandra: With a nod they would continue north but always have them go below the canopy at night. They are plagued by rains, bugs, and many various creatures. Including what look like small flying reptiles that they find are quite poisonous.
Muthadh: They quite enjoy the rain at times and the bugs make good bait for the flying reptiles which become another source of quick food. The wispi are far from picky when it comes to their meals so long as they let it pickle JUST a bit. They are also lucky to have such healers and medics in the group as poison is not something to ignore.
Alliandra: Yep, They find much of the medicines come from the same source as the poison or are poisons of their own. The Llieldasine seem to have natural resistance to toxins. Then again, they also get chomped on quite a bit as everything finds them tasty.
Alliandra: The constant attention from insects, birds and other predators is getting to them. They eventually will call a halt to head down to the jungle floor and spend a few days on rich soil to rest and recover.
Muthadh: The wispi will strike up camp then. Knowing that their guides would disprove of chopping down wood or the like, they ensure that any shelter they build is made from naturally fallen materials and incorporated into living ones. In this way, they create a shelter that rest along the side of a wide tree and is hung at least a foot off the ground to avoid ground pest and predators.
Alliandra: The Llieldasine's would dig into the ground taking shifts of a couple of days each watching over the group while the others slept in the soil to recover. The plant girls rarely slept if at all so to see them do this was odd.
Muthadh: Actually at that point the Wispi say, "You would do well with our vehicles. The flying ship we came here on? The wagons we use to help with our supplies? They are often made from things that must do the same thing that you do now. I think you would enjoy at least one of them."
Alliandra: The girls smile. "It had been discussed to learn how to make similar things to facilitate us branching out enclaves."
Muthadh: One of them smiles and says, "You know... I think our people would like more like you. I know it’s a big step... but you might like our world. At least the outlying areas where the sun energy still gets through. Maybe even joining us, the Lorekeepers. Our leader stayed behind for a reason... she is hoping we might be able to join your kind."
Alliandra: "Join? You mean like seeding together?"
Muthadh: The wispi all laugh and smile and one says, "No, we mean as in live together! Side by side! Do not get me wrong... we would gladly... join with you in that way... but what we meant was something less intimate but requiring just as much trust between our peoples."
Alliandra: "Oh, yeah… That will take a while. We don't trust easily once of a certain age. Its....because we are like the great trees. Quick to sprout up but then take Seasons upon seasons to mature."
Muthadh: "Then you young ones should be the ones to explore and take your experiences back with you so that future generations benefit."
Alliandra: Smiles and that gets a couple of chuckles. "It is why young ones accompany Matron's on their Enclave walk to help her settle a new Enclave. The thing is we are pretty bad about setting roots. Though our roots turn into great forests."
Muthadh: They say, "Then take our offer under consideration. You would do well within the Lorekeepers. We keep not just the lore of the Wispi."
Alliandra: "We will think on it. If we had a younger matron I think it would be well. They are the ones that become the great trees of knowledge."
Muthadh: "That is all we can ask. Do not worry otherwise. When you are ready, we can break camp."
Alliandra: They are there 9 days before they are ready to break camp. Each Llieldasine spending three days in the soil to recover. Once that is done they would smile and their flowers are all perky again. They would settle the camp area and head back up to the tree tops.
Muthadh: The wispi take to the air once more, slowly flying up and through the heavy foliage.
Muthadh: it is hot and muggy and neither group is inconvenienced enough to make it truly a problem.
Muthadh: there is no loss of time. After several days (weeks?) of more travel, the Wispi say, "We are almost there! The stars... they point us in the right way! There are some ominous storm clouds over head in that direction though... Is there anything just north of here that you are aware of? Anything of significance? A temple, lake, mountain... anything?"
Alliandra: They would try to think but as they see the storm brewing. "We will have to go below the canopy. Storms are best weathered underneath it. As for any place extra sacred." They seemed to think on it.
Alliandra: "Well.... there is the great tree..... It is the first thing said to have grown when Allianda first touched the world and walked upon it. Its in a deep deep ravine and still towers over these trees you see. That mountain in the distance under the storm. Its actually one huge tree."
Muthadh: They nod, "The clouds hand over it... still its canopy speaks over it. The stars tell us that is where we must go. Please... take us there."
Alliandra: They nod. "That is where the largest flying reptiles and such live. We must go beneath the canopy here or become their target before we even get there."
Muthadh: they nod and will descend, “Let us be cautious..."
Alliandra: The Llieldasine talk the plants down and feed them other prey as they quickly grow a shelter for them and tend their wounds. It takes time to to help them work the poison out of their system using a combination of magic and medicinal herbs. Orcana uses her own flowers to help.
Muthadh: The wispi are grateful once again for their help, "Thank you..." they will say with each administration of medicine. In total, it will take 8 days before they are healthy once more.
Alliandra: They would harvest some of the needles from the plants. "These toxins are virulant. They may come in handy for you."
Muthadh: they nod, "Thank you. Come, we are almost there..." they set off with new determination. Once they reach the great tree, the Wispi are left in awe of its magnificent size. However, the storm over head does not leave them much time to admire this wonder of nature and a large hole in the side of the tree - as if a meteor had crash through it - where strange and dark strands dance and billow from within.
Amora says, "We make camp for now and set off fully rested. There is no telling what we will find within."
The Messenger arrives at the wooden cottage built by a goddess. In a flash he is through a window and floating before the Great Mother. With a voice like that of a wind on a spring day, he says "Hello Great Mother. I am the Messenger of the Nexus. I have come bearing great news. Muthadh has ascended and emerged from his slumber. He wishes to speak with you. Is that acceptable?"
He floats a respectable distance from her, a medium sized wisp of multi colored spores kicked up by a continuous dust devil, having a form that barely resembles the fungal lord. Despite his lack of a truely physical form, he still takes on a respectful posture. His hands together and inf front of him, his body lower than head height for Alliandra so that she can look down and he up at her. His body curved in a soft bow.
Baxtra will see random discharges amidst the columns within the plane. Sometimes, her own power use would hit such a column and go flying off in a seemingly random direction and never to be seen again. Floating there and looking about, something will find her. Electricity crackles in a pillar close to her and with a flash of light that pierces the darkness, the shadowy librarian appears before Baxtra. It has been some time since she last saw the fungal lord and the Librarian certainly resembles him but his form is entirely composed of wispi and swirling shadows. semi translucent if not for the sheer darkness of his form.
He speaks in a calm and emotionless voice, "Hello Goddess Flairchild. I am called the Librarian of the Nexus of Shadow. I am responsible for the care and cataloging of energy within this plane. Is there something or someone you are in search for? Some thing I can help you find?"
"Hail to thee, Librarian. I am currently seeking the great mother, Allianda. Her last indication was at the entry to your plane. Is she still here?" She floats surrounded by the endless halls of columns. "I love what your Lord has done with his plane. To date only the mortals have visited mine and they can only come in while asleep.
Veldrin forms a large skeleton, outfitted in pitted black armor and wielding a vicious ebony sword and sends it forth to the meeting with Allianda and Baxtra .
It greets the two goddess, speaking in a hollow, dead voice "Well met ladies. Now then, you wanted to speak to me about reincarnation, correct?"
"Absolutely but I'm not sure how people should be determined to be allowed to be reincarnated. If it's everyone the world would not innovate as well unless they had no memory of their former life. But if we limit it to heroes it limits our pool of souls we can guide to ascension.
"To what end do you seek to allow a number of your followers to come back? As a reward? To accomplish specific tasks that take more than one life to complete? I will say this, without a sound reason, and some sort of specific set of qualifications, I will not allow this. Period"
"Every circumstance will be different. As I stated before, the god could come to you with their case for Reincarnation per person. None of us can predict exactly what we would want to reincarnate anyone for right now." Allianda said carefully rubbing her pregnant stomach again.
"Also Veldrin, if souls can not be reborn or even ascend to something else then your plane will eventually get too full. But that will be in the future. It is something to consider."
Allianda finshed her work with the gate as they watched and she cast it onto Anya. "No, I also need to inform you that The Forge Father has retreated from the world. He has asked me to pass on his teachings to you." She said and each of them would receive a small glowing bit of light. "His knowledge is contained within." She stated simply.
"Have you considered adopting the Fair Folk?" She asked Veldrin before looking at the Messenger.
"Sweety can you tell Muthadh to come here? He should meet his Father."
"As I said before, my realm is only for those who have chosen not to worship one of us, who have renounced their faith, or otherwise lack an afterlife befitting them. So, it will not grow full any time soon. Nor even in the next several centuries, as I imagine most mortals will choose to follow one of us. As for ascension, that is up to each of you, though I would caution not to choose too many who would rise to such lofty heights, as that would violate my decree"
The skeleton shakes its head, causing it to rattle "I do not like there being such loose, flimsy strictures for a possible reincarnation. I fail to see how a base set of guidelines can not be created and adhered to"
Meanwhile, back on the Isle of the Damned, Veldrin strides the halls of his palace, contemplating what to do next. As he does so, energy from each death flows to him, and he grows in power. Crackling black lightning dances around him, as he himself ascends.
Gain domain: Souls-3 AP
Gain domain: Afterlife-3 AP
Ascend to Lesser rank -2 AP
Total left: ?
The Librarian will take Baxtra's hand and lead her via travel through the columns to Alliandra.
The messenger will nod,"At once, Great Mother." and his dusty body will crackle with electricity as he flashes into a column and zips through until he finds Muthadh.
"M'lord, are you well? Our mother asks for your presence. She says that our father is there."
Muthadh stops what he is doing at the mention of his father,"He is? Though he is responsible for my being, I have never truly known him..." he offers his hand,"Bring me to them." The messenger nods and taking the god's hand, they both flash into a nearby pillar and make way to Alliandra's retreat in this shadowy realm. They will arrive relatively quickly. As soon as he appears he nods and says to the Messenger,"Thank you." he will call out,"Father?" as he moves around, shrinking himself down from his huge size in order to fit within her home if he must.
Muthadh finds the house grows to accommodate his size and she makes a chair for him. "Veldrin, this is Muthadh. Muthadh, this is Veldrin, well a shard of him anyways."
She would let their introduction happen before continuing their conversation.
"Besides your permission what restrictions would you impose? We can always tell you what we would like to do to the soul. Having it reborn for our purposes. Either to be a Hero or a legend, but that does not tell us what restrictions YOU wish to impose."
She rubbed her stomach and shifted slightly as a small pulse of power came from her.
"I could easily see taking the souls that worship me and reincarnate the worthy into greater beings. Like Dreagon, or a new creation I am going to come up with Angels. But, if you are only allowing a few then that can not be done. I want to know what your criteria are before I propose anything so I know the frame work I am working in. As a Goddess of Life, I know that we are diametrically opposed but I know we can come to some sort of agreement."
Another pulse from her and a slight cringe. "Shh, little one. Its okay." She purred stroking her stomach.
"If I believe souls are worthy enough to ascend, so to speak, to become something greater. Would I be allowed to reincarnate them and do so? With the rules of reincarnation being they do not remember their previous lives until they ascend to say be an Angel and a direct servant of their gods?"
Baxtra 1 (in the shadow plane)
"I can agree to those stipulations on my end but as the youngest of the interested deities, I will defer to my elders as this affects all of us." She seems a bit distracted but is trying to stay focused on the discussion. "I have to apologize but I'm a bit distracted at the moment. My two races are developing in very different ways and I am not certain how to guide them, if at all. Therefore I am of more than two minds.".
Baxtra 2 (on her islands)
She withdraws to her sanctuary and contemplates how to proceed. Her thoughts are scattered and She is well aware of her limitations.
Baxtra 2
Renewing her studies, She organizes all matter into categories and quantifies their characteristics. She determines which substances are dangerous to the various races and how to counter them. She also learns how best to create more powerful liquid chemicals.
Allianda shifts and nods at Baxtra's words. "I know how you feel. I have now four races under my care that are sentient. Each distinctly different."
She would wince again. "If you will give me a moment." She would start to glow bright enough she couldn't be seen as the pulses of power gain a faster rhythm. Eventually the glow fades and Allianda is sitting there with an egg in her lap stroking it. It is a multihued egg with a dominant amethyst sheen.
Everyone present could feel a demigod within it.
"Thank you for waiting."
Stroking the egg she slowly started to develop magical ideas and concrete them into actual concepts.
Abjuration: Protection and guarding magics.
Conjuration: Conjuring protective spirits or creatures to assist
Transmutation: The ability to transform yourself or other things to suit your needs.
The last magical concept wasn't really one to be wielded, as much as being experienced.
Mutations: Arcane and Nature oriented. The ability to gain different abilities through birth or other circumstances.
Once she had solidified those a shard of herself appeared and with a wave disappeared.
The shard floated outside the material plane and would make two things. One, an artifact. A deck of cards that could cause mutations and worked powerful transmutation magics.
The second was a plane. It would be named Rangi(Heaven). It was a plane that touched all other planes and the material plane. (similar to the ethereal plane) Once a week(IRL) Allianda can reset part or all of the plane like it was to start. (aka being able to undo something a god does that displeases her) Her plane as 10 "level" and within each level is a different versions of paradise or heaven. The top layer being her domain and where her sanctuary will be. Living or dead creatures can visit and this could be a place where the two intermingle. Even among a single layer it may have different versions of the same "type" of paradise. Like the "Warriors" paradise will have Valhalla along with another races version of a warriors paradise.
(more to come)
2 AP Create Magical Concept:
2 AP Create Magical Concept:
2 AP Create Magical Concept:
2 AP Create Magical Concept:
3 AP Create Artifact: Deck of Many Transformations
5 AP Create Plane:
5 AP Beget Demigod: Usatvi
21 AP Spent
Baxtra 2 (in her sanctum)
Baxtra meditated on gathering power. She gathered the power to gain the domain of Manufacturing with a focus on craftsmanship. She also focused on raising her own personal power and ascended to the next rank of divinity.
The skeleton is quiet for a few moments, thinking. "The most important restriction is that this can not be done very often or for too many at a time. Doing so not only violates my decree, but I will also require a reason for each soul to be reborn, and frankly, I don't want to listen to dozens of reasons at a time. Reforging the souls who worship you into higher beings is very different than them being reincarnated as mortals to once again roam the world. Its also important to make reincarnation a rare enough occasion that most mortals can not expect it to happen to them. Otherwise they will loose respect for not only death, but also life. Who cares what harm you cause, what trouble you get into, if you can die and come back as something else?"
As the infusion of power from ascending washes over Veldrin, he knows his next move. He enters his throne room, and gestures to his throne. Already an impressive object, it grows in size and ornamentation, as black and dark purple sapphires, pale moonstones, and blood red rubies dot its surface, along with veins of silver.
Thus was created The Throne of Bone, an artifact of immense necromantic power.
Create Artfact-3
Prior total 22-3=19 AP remaining.
"I do not think I would do it often but if reusing the souls for new creatures is allowed I will be doing that a lot. But, all souls are mortal unless we defy your creed to protect them from it. So even higher being would know death. So isn't that still reincarnation? I agree reincarnation should be rare. I just want your permission to be able to bring a soul to you to ask permission. I thought it best discussed before the fact."
She would stroke the egg. "As it is now, I have grown to strong to interact with the material plane directly and will be creating agents to do so for me. I wanted to use some of my chosen souls for that if it did not bother you."
Baxtra 1 (on shadow plane)
"Well now that that is settled, I'll have to get back to business. I was hoping for some input as to whether it would bother anyone if I created an extra continent on Anya. I mean I don't want to overcrowd things and if there is another continent I can use without obstructing anyone I'll be happy to use it so just let me know. However I have been thinking on some projects that require a little more space and my people could use some expansion space and I really don't want to run over anyone else's creations so I was hoping to expand their territory without bothering your people. So...I was going to ask my elders for a little input and maybe advice. Please..." She spins down to a sitting position and waits anxiously (not really expecting much) drumming her fingers while trying to look calm.
Baxtra 2 withdraws to her sanctum. Petting Dineros she meditates on what she needs to achieve her own desires. "Her people are growing well and with the knowledge of boats they should be making contact with the people on Dragon soon. She really wanted to impart to them all the thoughts in her head but the Great Mother had told her that she should let them develop on their own. Maybe Mother was right. Maybe I have been interfering to much. But I have so many ideas and concepts it seems a shame to keep them all in. what to do?" As she meditates the divine energy gathers in her body and coalesces into a point like a small star in her mind. She sees a more efficient way to deal with knowledge and a set of Divine abilities appear. The first allows to see the knowledge her people acquire; the other allows her to process and extrapolate new ideas more efficiently.