Rolled 7, 4, 7, 9, 9, 4 = 40 (6d10)
>>6303828>>6302282>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth>Unit Action [Kentrose] [1DI]: Move to <39,26> and cast [Dusk of the Old Sky] on Brother Sadman/Motrose to give Mortrose a better chance to convert him, blotting out the sky and replacing it with the skies of the new world, disrupting focus, making it harder to see, and showing that which will clouded the invalid heavens and shed soullight onto the new underworld.>Unit Action [God Unit] [1 DI]: Move to <39,26> and attempt to Convert Brother SadmanFirst dice. +? from the two spells
>Move to <41,26> to farm that agility and check out the Eastern coastline.>Major: [Terraform Creation] [2xDI] - Upgrade to powerful resource: Glepnal Mud. Infused further with the ichor of the mudwyrm, and now the flesh and lifeblood of her first slain primordial, Serratosaur's consuming and vivacious nature spreads throughout the mud; letting it distressingly pull in creatures caught within its mudpits, and spreading throughout molds and channels with ease. As if loathing the idea of leaving the space unconquered.>Powerful Resource Effect: For the build construction unit action, increase the number of constructions built per collection level. Using: Domain - Mud. Resource/tech - Glepnal Mud, and the free-use of Serratosaur's primal parts without impacting mana production. Rolling Terraforming (dice 2 and 3)
Attempt 2 electric boogaloo. Sometimes, flavors take time to meld, like a nice stew or curry. Perhaps now the tallow of Serratosaur and the wyrm's ichor will permeate the land fully.
>Develop [MA] [2xDI] - Overturn of Heavens ~ Rite of Right to the Soul >Domain: Souls, Violation. >God Ability: Encased in Clay ~ Added to the Hoard. >The tipping of cosmic balance in the world.Rolling Spirit (dice 4, 5, and 6 due to one time spark bonus)
The deed is done. The Speaker of Heavens slain. And the one to do it, a Beast of the Below. Forever more the celestial scales have been tipped in favor of one at the expense of the other, and with it, the course of life and death, nature and afterlife, altered. The very world may now obey the will of one such samsaraian serpent, as her reach oozes out like an ever encroaching flood meant to swallow all in its path. This rite being the pebble that starts such landslides. Man, mortal, animal, beast; all will be drawn in to the mire. All will one day be drawn into Her fold. And never to escape, again.
Perhaps one day, Heaven may deem itself a folly in their enablement of such wondrous decree. Truly, the Saint was a criminal, in accessory.
