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I just thought Terexaltherin, Gift made dragons
Feel free to do as Arlo did and enter Gift proto-Plane
to teach the Dragons there. I think that would be really cool.

Azzim would you like to also contribute to Gift plane?
Like add magic into the plane, There is Psionics but magic can be there as well.
Feel free too

As the once Tz’z`z`z' became Father of Darkness, The night, the gale, the autumn and winter, and races of the shadows, So the once gift, became mother of light, the Sun and moon, the flame, Spring and summer, and the races of light. In Balance, For night followed day, as Winter Followed summer and back again.

As the cosmos came into being, the two poles of reality formed, names had no meaning anymore. But her could feel the souls there in the space, half came to her, looking for a form of being, She shaped reality giving then races, Dragons, Elves, Dwarves and then she stopped, the Dwarves needed a identity, and ideology. elves where linked to life and nature, that was there ideology, Dragons had there own minds and followed Anserters. But Dwarf kind needed something more. And she knew just the inspiration, Her father. But how would he react, to becoming a guiding light to his race on this plane.?

As a Psionic being of good and law, she pulled him into her prencen.

It was nice, A fast white space, with a summer Garden, A covered table seats and high Tea, Arlo found himself, sitting with Gift having Tea poured for him. He is glowing with iridescent light. Hisver being has changed, as he looked at himself Gifts says.

"Yeerr about that dead, well I seem to have become a god. Kind of knew it would go this way. Me and mum talked about it and she said it was my call. Once I took all those souls into myself from the soul stone. My plane could just not hold them. Tz’z`z`z' had the same problem, there is an inherent instability in holding that much power. It ether destroys you or elevates you. You just can hold it. Tz’z`z`z' found that out, he held millions of not billons, Like a flame, you just burn out. I held less so the burn was slower, but inevitably I would have Burned out too. So I choose elevation and here we are."

She offered him a slice of cake.

"I have a fever to ask you, I have formed some of mine and Tz’z`z`z' souls into a race of Dwarves. But they need some founding tenets of faith. I was wondering if you would care to set them up with them. You know rules to follow. After I am going to send you home to mum, with a letter from me, I'm sorry to say I can't visit. You know how the Lady of Sigil hate higher beings stepping foot there, but agents of gods are fine. Hence your, sublimed state. Dad I love you and mum, you made me and rasid me, Tell my brothers the can come visit when older but not now. Well my time is up, cant keep this form for long."

She gets up and goes to hug him. A vase feeling of love and respect washes over him. Then she and this garden fade, leaving him in a vast chamber deep underground. Before him a horde of Dwarves. Behind him a golden door.

"Tell then what you think they need to know to be good Dwaves, then use the door behind you, it will take you home"

Gift voice comes from the air.

"Love you Dad"

and with that she was gone into full Godhood.

Arlo Gift is going to become the positive force in this new cosmos, If you enter the orb, she will pull you to her side and elevate / sublimed you so you can survive the experience od being there when a new prime reality comes into being. By all means leave an heroic imprint :)

Sorry forgot this Diplomacy 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (19) + 24 = 43 EDIT - O YES! the fates have spoken. There is no turning back now.

As Gifts reality become hyper fast, so the world outside slowed, it was a relative things. They where becoming pour energy moving at the speed of light. 100 of 1000s of years would pass in moments. Her hope was that the viral would become real, a new Dimations, She linked her own plane to the the Virtual one making a new world, a new reality, that could expand and grow.

It started and Gift could feel herself being pulled into the creation.

::"Think bigger Tz’z`z`z' we are so much more than beings of vengeance and petty martial diseases and feelings, we encompass worlds. A whole new cosmos is coming into existence and we will be the seeds of it."::

She then lent all her power into the creation of something new. She knew she may not come out of this intact, but this had to happen. They both had to evolve to grow to change. She used her calming powers to help the souls flood in, and become part of the matrix, just as she and Tz’z`z`z become part. A the core counter to she and Tz’z`z`z become poles.
Where Tz’z`z`z was a dark tower so she became one of light, A Ying to his Yang. This reality would hold good and evil, law and Choas as things souls hold, but as the two gods of this world, The sun and the moon, Where, the male and female, hot and cold, hard and soft, day and night.
The father and the mother, Husband and wife, All lesser gods would come form them, a psionic world of technology and the power of the mind.
They would make races, they would make the above and below.

She held out her metaphysical hand to him. Projecting into his mind just how vast they would be come, how multiFaceted how expansive.

The time frame of the tesarate encompassed them and time back in Fluenmuello slowed to an almost top.

::"Come Tz’z`z`z' it's time to become gods, the souls both you and me hold will become new, and we both will become something new. Time to evolve."::

IN IDEA of it may look like.

In side the Bubble

Gift felt the Anti-Psionic field strip away her layers of defence, It had to work at it and some no matter would not end. But she was near to defenceless as she had ever been. As he stood with Millions so she stood with hundreds. His form that of a dark tower of force with mandible and claws. She a perfect orb of scintillating light. That patton's like complex circuitry over her surface, even steaded perfectly controlled. A stark contracted to his form, unstable, fluctuating, leaking, he was barely holding himself in check. He mind cold and calculating ran over huge numbers oprocheds. A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct.

She moved the artifact closer to him, while she herself started to move around his firm in a orbit, observing and commenting as she moved slowly

Diplomacy(Cha). 20 + 24 = 44 whoo hoo nat 20

::"I can see the problem much better now. The inherent imbalances, your root had the out come of compound instability. I have to say you must be remacubily strong willed to maintain your cohesion. Incredible I have to say. But I think you know as I think I can tell, the fluctuating residences are compounding. It will become too much soon. You need a stabilizer, a psionic matrix that can stablice your intrinsic mind lattice."::

She moves up and down but kept the orbit.

::"Tz’z`z`z' look at my form, there are no fluctuating soul residences at all. I am stable, my internal hive matrix forms a sub reality that can hold as many soul lattices as I wish. And before you get any ideas it's not as simple as pulling me apart or consuming me. To be as me you have to have a mind matrix seed attuned to your particular pisonic wavelengths and bind with it as your grow into your new being."::

She hoped by now others of his host had headed to the artifact.
if he starts to notice she will Say to pull him back to her.
Being 100% honest in all she says

::"Fluenmuellos!! my target not you, I am here for Fluenmuello. I did not even know you would be here. But you asked me what I wanted with you. I think the one thing you did not expect and that's to help you. Your center cannot hold you know that, you must feel it every moment of your current existence. I want to help you evolve and in gain stability and elevation."::

Now she needs him to understand fully what she is offering.
Stopping on the other side of him. So he was now she hoped between her and the artifact.

::"I'm offering you a future, A future where you can become so much more. And in return my hope is that I will gain a ailly in taking down Fluenmuello. You know what I am saying is truth, this bubble is telling you that, so now it's up to you, you can take me to Fluenmuello and hope to gain some small reward or you can use my artifact and my know how to make a future you want."::

Assume Likeness (Su)
An ascendant psion of 8th level can assume the likeness of any Small, Medium, or Large creature as a standard action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity. The ascendant psion’s abilities do not change, but he appears to be that creature, relying on his Bluff and Disguise skills to deflect suspicion. Alternatively, the ascendant psion can simply alter his appearance to not look like himself. In either scenario, an ascendant psion gets an additional +10 circumstance bonus on Disguise checks when using this ability.
This ability replaces the discipline ability normally gained at 8th level.

Gif / Zerbedekt moved into the orb, if her form alters back to her Ascendant-Psion one she is an ethereal being made of pour psionic energy.
Scintillating there as a mote of light.

Hovering in front of her is the artifact.

Spell/Psionic craft(Int)1d20 + 30 ⇒ (5) + 30 = 35
Sense Motive(Wis)1d20 + 24 ⇒ (2) + 24 = 26

Gift seeing her father in turble, using Ethereal form on him.

Disguise (Cha) 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (12) + 30 = 42. The meaning of life how apt

Stealth(Dex). 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (12) + 32 = 44

Gift places the finishing touches on the artifact, and goes with her dad.

Gift spend some time working on herself, to get ready for what she was going to do. She was incredibly intelligent by design. Now with the info given form the others, she started to work.

Psi craft, 1d20 + 35 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 35 + 2 = 54

Feel free to add stuff, everyone

They all hepled and So Gift stared with alter reality and a scintillating tasarrat. Given to her by Azzim, Terx showed her what he know of reaility making. And they imbued it with one of her higher level followers minds. They them placed it containment field with as much protection as they could muster. Then into its center they placed a micro, pocket dimensions, Now came the hard part, placing a self sustaining micro virtual reality with in that. Gift took the knowledge of pisonic positronic brains, as the others showed her how to place a replication power with in that. So that as each mind entered it would conbin its power to the whole, forming a new mind core, to join with the others and grow the minco reaility. That would create a vast parallel processors of minds, out of witch the virtual reality would manifest. Her mind core would hold the whole in a kind of Administration system. So that minds enteringwould feel Isekaied. And finding themselves in a new world with a manifest control system to aid them in growing and learning in this micro virtual space. Last of all they made time fast, a second in the prime would be a 1,000,000 in the virtual space. They wanted to encourage its evaluation, Minds my enter evil, but over time as they lived and died, bread and altered, minds would spread out to fill all aliments, cultures and views. Now happy they powered it up. And looked at they work.

::"Dad, This is universe Seed, there is a psionic power call 'mind-seed', We took that and combaint it with demi plane creation and Alter reality. to make a self generating vertical reality. All it needs now is Tz’z`z`z' and the power form his absorbed race. From there it should auto grow into its own reality REAL fast. If he follows he will become its 1st god, but in doing so he will become trapped with in it matrix, with all his power linked into it. Time will move fast, it will evolve with in moments, other gods will come into being to counter him, to make a balance. And as they expand out, it will change shape as it evolves. All with in a mote smaller than an Atom. And here is the thing, The last thing Fluenmuello would not expect is a mini vers that grows faster than he can think"::

She held up the artifact.

::"Its a one of a kind Dad, A Vers-Bomb"::

Gift now comes back into the convention, her mind now empowered by all of her talents.

::"Then we know what is off with all this. I think I can use Tz’z`z`z's situation to our advantage. He had aid that is clear now. And Fluenmuello was behind it. I will make clear to him he has to show me just how he did it and what state things are now for him. Before I can start to work on any Illithid technology."::

Spell/Psionic craft(Int)Takes10+20+8+2=40

::"Elan council created a level of psionic tech far more advanced that older Illithid. You see the Illithid for all their psionic craft skill, have a built in limiter to what they could achieve. They had to keep the mind linked to the flesh. If they were not so limited, every elder mind would eventually evolve into godhood, lose any true connection with being Illithid. This would some become a death note for the Illithid as a species. As the level of incoded evaluation limiting to linked organic feel away. So the Illithid elder mind are at their core just massive psionic batteries for the race."::

Gift is talking truth now, she was and never has been organic. A crafted being.

::"The Elan counsel can take any race moves the mind outside flesh. Given time we aim to become a giuslat psionic matrix. And this is where we can use the Soul Crystal information we gleaned. of pour thought. I am not an Organism, I am Mecha, born an Android, became a Elan now an Psionic unbodied. I have not evolved instincts, just information. I do not think as you think, I do not feel as you feel. I have no need of flesh for I am and always have been a race of one. Even with 100os of minds held in me, I am just one."::

There is no emotion in what she says, Gifts mind means just feels and thinks many things simultaneously. Under the young Child of Lyra and Arlo, is a complex being made up of 100s of other lives. Wise yet foolish, smart yet dumb, happy, sad, all of it all the time. The Gift you see is like the surface of a sea, deep in the waters whole beings swim.

::"My plan is to offer Tz’z`z`z's a simulated artificial reality. An microscopic pocket dimension where all is just information. Where all the souls he devoured can be migrated too, transformed into information. There they would experience a local reality just as real as this one. And entire virtual cosmos to grow and expand into. Where time is slowed so that they can have infinity to do so. This virtual reality will be powered by their own minds. Faith doesn't just make gods, it can also make the reality one lives in."

GM can Gift gain access to her pocket dimension here.?"

::"Terexaltherin, Azzim if you would be willing to aim me, I think we can pull Tz’z`z`z's fangs and place them like a ship in a bottle. To be dealt with later. What do you think how do you feel about researching and making a infinitely small virtual reality to hold an entire evil race by sun rise tomorrow?"::

Perception(Wis)1d20 + 36 ⇒ (15) + 36 = 51

::"The entities can understand your wishes... They don't find them... unique. They've clearly fulfilled many creatures desires by now, so just "what someone wants" may not be interesting to them..."::

^Kn (Planes) (Int)1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30

::"You said it Dad"::

She says.

Gift specks up at last.

::"Terexa is right, Something is off, I'm sorry but something just dose not feel right with this hole set up, Tz’z`z`z and the rest. It's too, tempting... They almost had me, but life never stacks up this well. Dad you often say 'When things seem too good to be true, they after are now' Well I like Terexa am getting that not true vib. Where is the supition of us. Where is the testing of who we are. We show up and everyone just takes it that we are who we say we are. When has anyone liked to our adversary ever done that. They are hyper paranoid. And then each of us offered something just to our liking. Plane shifting tech, a well of souls to save, the adversary on a plate. Its all too good to be true. Deep down we know something is off here. Azzim you felt it about this plane. Dad you keep sticking to me like Glue, I know you. You'er instincts are trying to tell you something is off. Me and Terexa are Psions and we know our minds and when they feel something is off. "::

She bings up a thought block.

::"They were bound to do it, we have hurt them too much. They where bound too try and trap us. To dose so, we would have to have been compromised, how? no idea yet. But we have been. My feeling is all of this then is a trip. Well, we are probably in the most danger we have ever been in, That is the bad news. The good news is, The 1st step to get out of trap is knowing you're in one. So moving forward we can act with that knowledge, and try and get out of this."::

Gift was lost in her own thoughts, she has alot to think about.

::"I am willing to try, his race are not evil, and they should have a chance to come back. He will most likely not survive this as he is now. He will change as well. I am willing to try, I myself will have to make a big decision but I will deal with that then. I really think if we can get the information he has on the traders its worth it. They are a disparate group, and Axes of evils. If we can cut one out we weaken them"::

She then notes they have gone to Tz’z`z`z cabin.

::"Heads up they are on the move"::

::"You are assuming he did it by choice. I think he wanted power and messed up. I think his species where a Hive mind evolved swarm. Queens psionically controlling mindless drones. All female with just a few male drones moving between them, spreading genetic diversity. Tz’z`z`z dose not come over as a Queen, they would protect not consume. I think Tz’z`z`z is a male drone, who gained sentence somehow, and did not like the idea he has been bread just death-shagging. Somehow he worked out how to hyjak the Queen control system. But it went horribly wrong. What he thought would give him power just about crushed him, Now what to do, well he went looking for anyone who had a means to death with his mistake."::

She then added, with a hunt of remorse.

::"Yerrr, I said it was cool, becouse I had never come across anything like it and well, its new to me. Not cool as in "Thats a smart thing to do" cus very soon his mind will overload and its not going to be pretty when it dose. "::

Gift is lost in thought for a long time, you may get the feeling she is having an internal debate with the minds that make up who she is now.
Then she comes back.

::"This is an opportunity we just can't pass on. From what I saw of Tz’z`z`z mind, they hold a lot of information on our adversary organization. Information we need if we are to take the fight to them. Tz’z`z`z is only with them because Tz’z`z`z is seeking a way to stabilize its condition. We have that means, we can fake, no! that is wrong, we can rediscover the Progenitor Illithid technology. Just as with the minds trapped in the Soul Crystal. Let them finally find peace and as you say an after life. I know I can enhance my Psionic Demi-plane to become an afterlife for them. It has already for others. But I need mums help, she has to make more Psionic renators to expand the plane. I'm going to send her a message now and talk to her about it. Dad, I am sorry but I can't condone the willful genocide of an entire species. That is the kind of thing the traders would do and we are better than them, we have to be or what are we if not them."::

She sends, and then opens a link to her mother, spending some time talking to her.

::"So its species Genocide or walk away, really you two": She says in a huff

::"So its species Genocide or walk away, really you two": She says in a huff

::"Tz’z`z`z psionically consumed his own species, that is soooo coool."::

Comes that child like part of Gifts mind that his still her father's daughter. One of the many sub mines that gift seems to have no days.

::"Sad thing is I think I am going to have to consume Tz’z`z`z, to help him. You can't hold that many minds for long, you lose yourself. I don't have a problem because mum designed me to be a Have-mind and Im not organic I am made from psionic force itself. But poor old Tz’z`z`z is dispiritedly trying to find a way out of the trap Tz’z`z`z has placed themself in. Tz’z`z`z organic form can't take this forever. I have a psionic demi plane if I could just form a device that could hold his race in a psionic sim, they could happily live there, conquering worlds of the imagination. Like a ship in a bottle. If we could replicate the soul crystal device. But the only books on this we may have are Tix's "::

A pinch of sadness and home in her voice.

with A nod, he lets the insect go.

psycraft DC30 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (19) + 20 = 39

Then sends a once.

::"Terexaltherin, I need to use your Libery, I need everything you have on the vast original technology of illithids."::

Back and posted

Zerbedekt nods and enters the Bubble.

Lessining to what was being said.

Perspective 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (9) + 24 = 33

::"Humm I can program and Adamantine Golem if we can call one"::

"And I you Omchat , Do you have a card?, if so I will be in touch"

He says looking at the new commers with interest.

"I'm known as Zerbedekt the Predator, to others less kindly as Zerbedekt the corruptor. Because I like the taste of Demons, they are, how should I say, my particular proclivity. The more sinful, the more depraved, the more powerful the better. O you can hunt lesser races, but it's no great surprise to them when they are Predated on. They after all are pray in one form or another. All if us here know that something out there may hunt even us. Arr but to hunt something that is not use to being hunted, to hold them and feel them as the fear sinks into a mind that so often enjoys seeing it others. Ooo.. the sweet taste of the emotions, the tender confusion. O to hunt and devourer that. To tast each moment of it as you strip away their minds. Each delicious layer, like a fine banquet. If I am lucky I find one that can regenerate, to to have the exquisite flavours over and over.... And this is the best of all, they eat souls, and there is nothing better than Pulling what they have eaten from them as well, its like Kopi luwak, civet coffee, teh flavor is so much improved."

Court up in the rapture of it, Then he stops, and in a change of tone says.

"You know I am quit peck-ish now. Tomorrow I will be bringing something demonic to hunt. Something big and tasty"

Sense Motive1d20 + 24 ⇒ (5) + 24 = 29

maniacal laughter

Intimidate1d20 + 28 ⇒ (6) + 28 = 34

To her fellows
"I hope one of you knows how to summon a really big demon, I mean a really big one, because I want to have some fun with this lot tomorrow."::

Hoving into space Mindflayer Gift, looked at his companion Terex.

"Sounds fun"

Then lands next to one off the servenst.

"Offer me your head for I am hungry, and wish to eat you"

The supervent without complaint dose so. Gift pushes him away.

"Leave me fool"

Then to the room as much as himself, He says. As he waves a hand and usings telekinesis to spected one of the rail guns.

"No Flavor at all, the best tasting brains are ones full of fear and dread. These willing fools have no psot, task like junk food."

Check the scope
"Will our sports give me more tasty brains to eat, Tracking down ones pry, feeling it know your about to catch it at any moment. The look in its eyes as its in your grip. The fear and shock as life is ripped away from it. Arrr, and I find the sport much more fun when one uses ones own skills and weapons to hunt, up close and personal. Not by throwing darts at them from far away."

Sends the rail gun back to where it came from. Then he looks over at the Lion-kin.

"I bet they understand just what I mean, tooth and claw, wit and track"

He gives the Lion-Kin a nod.

"We are here to hunt and devour for our sport. Is that on the cards for us?"

Gifts mind was near impregnable

With the food and drink she waves it off, this is not what an Illithid needs. Once they get to the cabin. Gift does not hesitate and shifts the space to be one an Illithid would like. warm, dark and wet, with pools of steaming water. Glowing rocks and drips lots of drips. Things move in the damp moss and odd-looking plants.

::"Arrr yes much more to my liking"::

::"At last something interesting, lets us pay and play"::
She sends on a wide band so other could hear.

::"I have made a mind backup seed, so I should be ok"::

She bows to Ari,

::"Thank you for your aid and advice, as a being just over 2 years old I know you have a wealth of experience on offer. Thank you"::

She then spends the rest of her time, working with the techs to learn the Planar Machinery.

Kn Eng 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (20) + 20 = 40
Kn Planes 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (18) + 20 = 38

She picked it up quickly, unfolding and solidifying her psionic plane, expanding it and locking into place, entrance and exit points with protections. Her plane was always designed as a safe haven for others with the will and the way of a mind mage. She talked to her priesthood about training monks and priests who would seek on other planes those in need to who wish to learn and point them to they way of Psionic shan-ralor/Tanalon/comala.

IMAGE OF PLANE

More importantly, she put in place, with her mother's help, the devices needed to make Elans like herself. Forming a counsel to oversee it use, from those of skill and ability from her plane's ranks of inhabitants. Fully independent from her as she felt she should not be the one to pick who and who does not get to be accepted for the process and become one of her race. Maybe this is how Elan councils were always made, by one Elan getting to a point of power that they can make an Elan-making group, it could be encoded into the very process of being a Elan, that every 1st Elan had this in place, and all others after carried this desire. She found this funny and fascinating.

Gift shifts to match her form.

::"I think you are right, its some what pleasing to hold just one mindset. I understand what you're saying but I feel in truth I am already lost. I have evolved into a hivemind after all and this is to lose oneself into a mass of others, to come out a gestalt mind. They/I inhabit this body and odd as it sounds others. I have [I]Saved many minds making copies of them and now they have been re-embedded in my own demi-plane. Their plane-related souls have moved on with in that plane. But there copies are part of me and I them. Look let me show you"[/i]::

Gift projects an image of her gestalt mind space. Where motes of focused mind act is individuals with in the whole. Her core gestalt is a blue light with thin lines liking to all the sub minds. Like an information super highway of copied souls. She stands next to her mindflayer sub mind, with a repression of Ari.

::"That is my construct mindflyaer sub mind. it has a well and aims of its own but it is part of this vast space, no one mind can rule here. It would be wiped or ejected, buy the fast whole."::

There are 100s of minds moving in the space all around them.

::"I make a copy of every willing mind who wishes me too, they exist here. Living lives in this space, sharing and aiding. My hope is as this inner space grows so, I will one day become I hope god like being. And will Expand my demi-plane into a true world reality. Who knows I may even let others come and join as fellow gods. Azzim the god of magic, Terexaltherin the god of Knowledge, Dad the god of grumpy Dwarves.:::

she mentally chucked at that.

::"One day, for such is the way of the worlds and planes. And this guy right here, my mind flayer construction. Well, every world needs an evil god, someone to fight and battle against. So you see I have bigger plans for him then letting him lose blindly."::

Sits back in a seat, now fully in method acting, she keeps in her mindflayer from all the time, acting and talking like one.

Gift plays to become the new Demon Lord, leaving an opposing side of corrupted heroes. Turning the tables of good and evil. She/he used one final Bluff to trick all of the remaining players into recognizing her as such and banding into a broken group if corrupted nations, fighting themselves while she/he pulled the strings.

Bluff(Cha) 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (20) + 30 = 50

She sat in her power base, while either other players fight over the last position in the game, the Empirorer's spot on the board of becoming.
While she/he supported and unsupported them for fun. It was obvious to any with game skill that she had played and beaten the others for nothing more than her/his own Entertainment. Controlling each as she wished. After getting to this point she/he busts out laughing.

"Most entertaining"

She had won as such the could not end, not as long as it keep him/her entertained.

She/He looked to the referees,

"Would you like to call it?"

She finds a group playing the Empire of Azad game, and paying a small fee enters on the Board of Origin.

It is a game played on three-dimensional boards [the Board of Origin, the Board of Form, and finally the Board of Becoming] of various shapes and sizes, though early rounds are played exclusively in cards, onto dice and in some cases sim battles. Typically the boards are large enough for players to walk around inside them to move or interact with their pieces. The number of players differs from game to game and also influences the tactics, as players can choose to cooperate or compete with one another. As well as skill and tactics, random events may influence gameplay (often as card or other games of chance), and sometimes may change the outcome critically. The game uses a variety of pieces to represent a player's units (military, resource or even philosophical premises). Some of the pieces are genetically engineered constructs, which may change form during the game according to their use and environment. These respond to their handling by a player and appear difficult to understand at times having personality sims. Gift read the minds of other players, manipulated and fool many while crushing the sim wills of players' paces.
she gained followers and slaves. While harassing and getting her opponents to attack each other. One of which dared to say she was cheating but was informed by one of the referees of the rules, that all of which she had done was with the rules of a game designed to simulate someone becoming Empiroer by any means at their disposle.

Gift-Mind-Flyer walks around watching others play

Clitus Im Board

She looks on, in two minds over things being played in such an evil way, and the greater good they intend to do. She is not worried about her mind being read. Her was scrying and mind-reading. Traps were in place, and mental guards were up. And as an Ascendant nothing short of a great god could work out her ailment. Gift was a fake-psionic-god. she never let herself think otherwise, for doing so would be hubris.

Gift had been having a good time, buying slaves from a few dark places as if getting them for dinner, each, of course, was let go into the organization. But it was fun acting wicked.

Kn Planes 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26 To know where to go
Buying slaves
Evil Reputation build 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

This did not seem to do much, so she decided to steal an orphanage for down-and-out children. Again relocating them

Stealth 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (8) + 26 = 34
Evil Reputation build 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

That seemed to have worked better.

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Then when they meet the Buddle Dragon, with Terexaltherin request, gifts deep make Mayflayer's voice enter that of the Dragon.

"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes”

Intimidate 1d20 + 3d6 + 28 ⇒ (17) + (4, 1, 5) + 28 = 55

"I wonder if a should make you spend the rest of your existence thinking you're a toilet cleaner."

Deep maniacal laughter booms in its head, as Psionic fingers pocked around its thughts.

She lands behind the frozen Pyrados
her tentacles caressing its head. Zerbedekt was playing with its food.

"I am Zerbedekt the Predator, and you look Scrumshus, what a treat"

But then Zerbedekt saw the slaves.

"Now what do we have here... even nicer treats"

She carries the Pyrados with her as she moves to the slaves.

::"Let this know know who you are, I will knock it out and leave it her, saying the salves look more delectable. once he comes too, he will spread word."::

She locks up the leader so he can experience everything that is happening, but do nothing. As the others fight Gift/Mindflyer hovers just about him.

::"I believe your my lunch"::

Gift/Mindflyer projects into its mind.
4 face tentacles riving.

She moves to take over its mind full to control it.
Heading to see the state of the slaves

She slips over to its mind and looks around, scouting what is there.

She sent her mind out to find a suitable subject.

find mind, power, 15pp spent 1d20 + 39 ⇒ (9) + 39 = 48 Will dave DC39

"I will take over the mind of someone on the inside and make them sabotage whatever defenses they have. Then we attack"

A thumps up comes from below the table

she sunk behind the table under his stern look, from under the table she says

"See what I mean, pour eeeevvvviiilll..."

Then a giggle.