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![]() Giggling lightly Kawliga sips on her bottle, imagining a great river running wide and deep that flows from the highest peak of her golden mountain range and carves a path through the Hisafu desert. Shooting Fenni a catty grin she meditates on her hidden valley midst the mountains, expanding on Oreggr's "life". Birthing flowers in every color and size the rolling glens shine with Kawliga's love. "The valley of death will stretch with one vein of life..." So, three inches of winding river starting at the south edge of mountain range will extend East across the desert. I've also cast purify on my little valley, because now it's magical and stuff. ![]()
![]() Kawliga curiously finds itself siding further and further with the lord of the Wilds, hissing at Kelnet & Fenni with a condescending tone. "I owe you nothing, Forge-Master, but out of the kindness of my heart I will grant you a gift; Thirst." With a wave of it's dainty porcelain hand Kawliga conjures a great bounty of Liquors and Wines, covering the tabletops upon gilded silk cloths. She drinks deeply from a crystalline bottle, smirking. "Oh, sweet Fenni, mother of the wastes, drown your malice in the nectars of joy. I am unable to see how you derive any sense of pleasure from that hideous stretch of stone and dust...though...it does have your eyes. ![]()
![]() Cresting the top of the mountain steps Kawliga slowly glides across the ground, quietly finding her place amongst the others, her footsteps echoing softly through the hall. Sitting down in an isolated chair our Lady in Silks props her feet up upon the table. Breathing deeply, she ponders the sensation...enjoying the new lungs expanding within her chest. Admiring her own reflection in the shaped marble, Kawliga strokes her hair, pulling it longer and longer until it drapes onto the floor. Looking up towards the map Kawliga envisions a great mountain range in the center of the continent, separating the vast desert and plains like a mighty wall of stone reaching for the skies. She goes on, smirking as the mountains rise with her will, imagining a hidden valley in the midst of the range, cool, temperate, and brimming with Oreggr's beautiful creation, Life. She wonders how a creature so foul could be the father of something so wonderful. Spending 6 points to create three vertical inches of mountains between the desert and plains in the center of the map. Spending another 2 to make the center inch temperate, as per create climate. 2 pp left over. ![]()
![]() I like the "Mt. Olympus" concept, that's neat. Should we give ourselves any back-story as a god-race? Or are we unrelated sentient manifestations of ideas? I personally think it'd be fun to have a council, in game, because councils are cool. We could sit at a big ol' table with a model of the planet on it as we bicker and argue about our intentions for the our little world. Or we trying to be more mystical and ooky spooky than that? Just totally spitballing... |