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<span class="mu-b">GOD ACTIONS</span>
<span class="mu-g">Catarina</span>
Leather Armour developed.
Stone Painting developed.
<span class="mu-g">Drakatron</span>
Your lizard wizard stares up at the massive door, a hand stroking at nonexistent as he hums, excitedly (in his own, laconic way, at any rate) contemplating how to he might break the puzzle that has newly strengthened the portal’s defenses (Give me a Spirit roll please, against a DR/6 of 1).
Though the trip is rather laborious, considering the shared limitations of your respective watercraft, it is nevertheless easier than attempting to travel wholly overland and brave the harshness of the jungle, and so your peoples begin to trade with the strange, emotionless clay dolls in service to your fellow dragon. Trade Route (Limited) established.
Whether it be through morphological kinship between descendant and ancestor, or tragically comparable levels of intelligence, your Sharpclaws make fast friends with the emergent breed of clever predators, coordinating with uncanny efficiency for the purposes of indulging in their shared love of the hunt. Clever Girls developed.
<span class="mu-g">Ejpto’Jsjt</span>
Spincords developed.
Yoy-Floaters developed.
<span class="mu-g">Ervenbloud</span>
Your technique grows more refined with each attempt. For a moment you luxuriate in warm volcanic gasses, dragged up from depths even you hesitate to descend to, before they give way to cold, ash-filled rain that causes your molten core to instinctively shudder, drawing more superheated rock in around itself in an instinctive defensive gesture. You think, perhaps, that this new ability is at last ready for testing…Magma Pulse developed.
As the tradition grows in popularity with subsequent generations, greater elaboration and individuality is added to the ritual, some choosing to adorn their sacrifices in ornaments or other valuables before giving them over to the fire, while some focus on delivering their prey to magma pools they believe to be particularly sacred to the god they revere. Whether these sacrifices produce anything more then the rank scent of burnt fur is, of course, up for debate, but if nothing else it proves a comfort for those who partake, believing their efforts will be carried up to their pyroclastic lord. Animal Sacrifice developed.
<span class="mu-g">Harbour</span>
Unfortunately, on this occasion your binding proves insufficient to hold the battle-hardened deity, the strength flooding his limbs allowing him to break free before you can fully bond him with the environment.
In turn, you are too slowly to entomb the primal god’s remains, the Southern god gorging himself on the spark before you are able to seal it beyond his easy reach (Makropnoos beat you to the spark in this case, so refunding the MA and DI for next epoch).
Village built.
