Rolled 90 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
>>5971043>Eaugolus took a moment to ponder, in the presence of his newfound siblings; much of them smaller than himself but burning brighter with primeval ichor. He knew right away that he could not engage with them in the flesh, his stores of ichor were too meager, his frame too immense, his labor too intensive. There was too much around him that needed to be returned, too much that needed to be allowed to to rest, and he considered the responsibility his. Absentmindedly while Eaugolus worked, a stray arm or two began to tug at his form until a loose cable had been pried free. It was promptly twisted into a new shape, and presented before Eaugolus' inspecting eye. With 3 ichor, he attempts to breathe life into the Braided Proxy, repurposed from bits of his own body.
>>5971049>He does not answer right away, but from the corner of the cosmos he can hear the winged god's proposal, and thoughtfully considers it. Perhaps his newborn emissary could relay his intent...