Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Zaleramancer]

Reparations? I'll show yu-"

The Shark took this chance to speak, "Mistress, might I info-"

"Silence Bazul! I will deal with you later."

"Mistress! I must inform you that despite your fury, you remain out numbered."

The Goddess suddenly realized Bazul was correct. She groaned before continuing.

"What manner of.. reparations?"

[Philote]

(I'm picking random number here)

"You have destroyed three of my ships and the Dragonborn that were in them. In return, I want three new ships of higher quality that have your protection in the water."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"And I would like for you to clearly define your borders. If you desire this area of the sea, then mark it as yours. Make it glow, build a wall, I don't care. In fact, I'll help you do it. No more killing without fair warning."

[Zaleramancer]

"You want freedom to traverse my land?! I refuse to deal with this!" The Goddess shouted, "BAZUL!"

The Great Shark, which had been circling the gods slowly, jerked slightly and turned to the Goddess.

"I name you the God Who Protects the Northern Sea. Deal with these interlopers. Talk to them, make agreements with them, eat them for all I care, just keep them away from me!"

The Ocean Goddess stormed off with a flock of Undines behind her.

The new god turned to the others and rumbled.

"Well, that was unexpected."

(Raise Minor God -3. +1 Acting within domain.)

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(Watchman also gets +1 For acting to further domain.)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The Watchman Watches the other God vanish over the horizon. She was like a child who didn't want to accept her responsibilities. She would be trouble.

"Well, good for you Bazule. So, what do you plan to do now that you are in charge of the Northern Sea? What is it that it should be protected from?"

[Zaleramancer]

"Protection.. The Mistress believes that if she does not cause others to respect her domain, they will slowly pilfer off it. A patch of sea here, a few fish there.. Eventually she would be left with naught but a puddle." Bazul rumbled, "I have tried to convince her otherwise, but she will not relent."

"Now, I do believe you two had requests? Established borders and boats? Shall be discuss the terms of these agreements?"

[Philote]

"I may just have to curse the sea after all" I muse to myself

"Shark! Unless you have something to contribute to this situation, I would like to return to my land."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"All I ask is that ships are only attacked when they do wrong, and are given fair warning to desist before any attack occurs."

[Zaleramancer]

The Shark seemed to think on this problem, then spoke again.

"I shall instruct the Undines to rise to the surface and sing whenever a person or ship approaches the borders, so that none may trespass accidentally. I doubt anyone could miss the sound of a singing Undine, any more than one could miss the sound of a singing whale."

"Of course, there is still the issue of entering the Northern Sea.."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Why don't you allow entry into it, provided that the ship does not fish or dumps waste. Until, or course, they hear the undines sing again as they leave."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Ah, this is a lovely display." Uburra-Namall chuckled, watching the others interacting with one another through a cloud-made telescope, "I wonder how long they shall keep this up..."

She sat back in her mountaintop recliner and whipped up some gentle mountain breezes. Oh, what wonders tomorrow would bring...

[Zaleramancer]

"I can not guarantee their safety if they enter. Waverider is impulsive and will likely destroy any ships she comes across.. And though I may slightly alter the orders of the Undines, their central directive remains to destroy trespassers.."

"However... My Brothers and Sisters could assist you. I am far from the only Great Shark. The Undines, for all their vicious speed, fear our kind. If those that wish to enter the Sea throw bloody meat into the water, at least one of my nearby kin will smell it. They will approach, and after devouring the food, listen to the pleas of the sailors. Should they find the sailors to have good reason to enter the sea, my kin will guide them safely through." Bazul paused to allow the listeners to absorb what he said.

[Philote]

"And what of my boats? If protection can not be guaranteed in the northern waters, what of the other seas."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"That would be an acceptable compromise, I think. Thank you Bazule, you are a reasonable person. You would be amazed at how many people let the type of power you have go to their heads and forget the responsibilities that come with it. It is good to know that you and your brethren are, at least, on the side of the people. I would like to give you a gift, as a token of my gratitude. Ask me for anything."

[Zaleramancer]

"Waverider only cares for this sea. To her, all others are nothing. You need not fear traveling them anymore than you would normally."

Bazul continued, "As for your boats, what would you wish of them?"

[Philote]

"Boats of finer quality than the ones destroyed, to pay for my lost men. Ones capable of letting me and several of my race explore other lands in the future."

[Zaleramancer]

"I fear for the safety of my kin. Waverider is fickle and easily angered, and I fear that one day her temper will swing against my kind. I ask of you that you bestow on them the power to dwindle and shrink, to assume the two-legged, two-armed form so favored by this world. I ask this of you so that my people may flee to the land to escape the Goddess's wrath, if they must."

[Zaleramancer]

"I shall have the Undines gather drift wood, and personally over see their making. The boats shall be given to you within the cycle of one moon. I deeply apologize for the loss of your men." Said Bazul.

[Philote]

"Then we are at an agreement. I shall hold off my curse for now. Take us back to my land."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Very well, for your peoples safety."

The Watchman concentrates, focusing his godly powers. First on Bazul then, through him, his brothers and sisters. The Great Sharks of the sea feel something stirring within them, some small part right in the middle of their form and they know that, should they ever be in danger, they may shrink into that something and run away to land. (-2 miracle+1 further domain)

"It's done. If you ever have to resort to it, I suggest sailing towns. There are a lot of sailors who are going to be grateful to you."