The Void

[Linguz 140]

Feeling his powers be lost and the lack of a superior presence, Ishmael decides to spent up all the power he was holding to attempt something insane. "I COMMAND THEE! RETURN FROM YOUR SLEEP!"

 

Ishmael attempts to bring back Ao from his sleep by spending every ounce of power he had stored.

 

Acts Used: 13

Acts Available: 0

[Evilshy 5,090]

Emrakul felt a massive outpouring of godly energy and saw that Ishmael was attempting to awaken the Mighty Ao from his slumber. Emrakuls decided to contribute some of his power to the cause, but not all of it, as he still had some issues to adress.

 

Emrakul contributes power to Ishmael's spell of awakening.

 

These issues were mainly in regard to the upcoming ksana. As an intelligent species, he felt that the A'ci should be able to attend, but since they communicated only through chemicals and physical touch, this would be a problem. Emrakul decided to remedy that.

 

Emrakul gives the A'ci the ability to hear and speak without ears or vocal chords, because magic.

 

Acts total: 11

Acts today: 2

Acts left: 1

[Nothing392 61]

Asatya decides a third power will also help in the reawakening of Ao. He didn't really have any plans today anyway as he is still waiting for the Ksana in 4 days.

 

Asatya adds his power into the awakening of Ao

 

Acts today: 1

Total Acts: 12

Acts Left: 0

[Aureity 3,055]

*breaks the ice*

This RP is back in business.

 

 

 

Butio:

 

 

And suddenly without their choice in the matter, half of the Ungue immediately vanish from thin air to reappear half-way across the world. Families were split and lives forever changed. In this strange new place the Ungue were for now alone, it is a lightly wooded land in the western portion of the main continent. Although they had been split from their brethren they rejoiced that they yet lived, for if they had stayed they would have been slaughtered by the horrid Draconites. They immediately begin training their powers for war against their hated foe, those who won the favor of the gods and turned their backs on them. Into every child is born the wish to avenge every lost Ungue with countless Draconite lives until the soil runs red and no more Draconites walk the earth. Those who found themselves in the new land did not learn of their gift over death soon, since they had lived and were founding a new empire in an attempt to rival the Draconites. This new land is named Lorem, and from now on it will be the homeland of the Ungue Empire.

 

The Ungue left however quickly found they could raise the dead to fight, which greatly horrified the Draconites. Foes they had slain but moments earlier suddenly seemed to awaken as if from sleep and chase them. The Draconites however took to the skies (for the undead are unable to fly) and rained further death upon the Ungue and their growing undead armies. One unforeseen consequence of the undead armies however was that, if the original creator of the minion dies, then the minions are released and given free reign. The Ungue also found that they could not fly for if they left their minions too far behind they were also released. These released minions attack any living thing that crosses their path and work together in hordes to hunt prey. Soon the Ungue are fighting their own undead troops as well as the Draconites. The blood-soaked earth is crimson and bodies lie everywhere as the last of the home-land Ungue defenders fall. Many others had fled, driven off by the Draconites and undead to seek refuge elsewhere (many going to the Feralis lands following the trade-routes). Now the undead roam the previous home-land of the Ungue, unkillable unless totally destroyed and even then their power was great. The land they died upon withered and rotted, and if they were to come in contact with a mortal being that being too would become a “zombie.” The Draconites now own the lands of the Ungue (which is now overrun with the undead), who may have stood more of a chance with their full populace or perhaps the fate would have stayed the same. It will remain one of the mysteries of the gods.

 

 

Asatya:

 

 

And so a beautiful amphitheatre carved right from the amethyst mountain itself is formed. It is a grand structure, capable of changing its form to always fit just the right number of leaders who will be attending. For now it sits empty as the winds rush by and the warm sun heats the un-used seats. The Krida take the message gladly, always willing to spread more news wherever they go. Soon talk of an amphitheatre is abuzz in all the lands around the planet. The only race put off by the idea are the Ungue who survived the war by being sent to Lorem. The Ungue feel it is their right to slaughter their foes rather than speak, although the Draconites don’t see anything against business in the Ksana.

 

 

Ishmael:

 

 

All of the leaders of the various races eagerly agree to meet but that of the Ungue Empire. The emperor, Heikmos, still feels that his people deserve to shed every ounce of Draconite blood as repayment. The meeting will not yet be held, so the Astrael wait for when the time is right to take those willing to go.

 

 

 

Zalgo:

 

 

The Draconites not only feel their bloodlust drained slightly, but also with the message from their god himself they listen immediately. The few Ungue defenders that may remain are driven off instead of killed, although the undead that are now spreading out from the Ungue homeland are more of an issue than a few remaining Ungue. The Draconites even start to get reports of zombies approaching the great desert homeland, and they attempt to hunt down any spotted. (for one that catches a village off-guard could create many more new zombies).

However with the sudden introduction of their new mounts, the dragons, the zombie threat becomes greatly diminished. With one breath the dragons (which can breath far hotter and far more powerfully than the Draconites) can fell zombies for huge stretches. Soon it just becomes cleanup effort as the last of the hordes are vaporized, burned, or melted into oblivion.

 

 

 

Acastus:

 

 

Acastus’ message is only of slight interest to the Draconites. Although the information itself is intriguing, gods that do not give them gifts or reason to worship are gods they care little for. They are pleased to please Zalgo who provides them with powers, mounts, tools, weapons, and a glorious empress. The other gods gain a slight foothold for some believe a beginning of prayer to them may bring further favor to the Draconites.

The Krida now with the knowledge spread the information to all of the races. Most races adopt the many gods, choosing to worship them fairly evenly. Although the Wolves prefer to solely worship their creator and ignore the other gods.

 

 

Lycantheo:

 

 

Now with the realm of dreams and the realm of death fused, crossing over can occur. The dreamers are still only slightly aware of those they meet and often never fully realize what has happened. The dead on the other hand find great delight in socializing with these newcomers that come and go as new ones fall asleep and others awaken. The Grim Reaper watches solemnly from the realm of death, knowing it is not his place to enter the dreams of those who yet live.

 

 

Ryadin:

 

 

And with that, a new species was introduced to the world, different from all others in the way it approached outsiders-with friendship instead of hatred. The ponies were spread out amongst the magical sanctuary of Haven, where they began founding different settlements. Within no time at all, their natural emphais on peaceful cooperation had ensured a sort of co-dependancy on each other. The pegasi would raise the clouds each day, the unicorns would provide spiritual and magical support, and the earth ponies would grow the food to feed the ponies in their entirety.

Protected as they were by the borders of Haven, and thus safe from any prying eyes, the ponies were able to exist peacefully without any knowledge of the outside world around them.

 

 

 

Asatya:

 

 

Asatya's act brought knowledge of the outside world to the peacefully sheltered ponies. Appearing in the dream of one pony, he explained the world around them, and that it was their duty to provide peace to all races, much as they had done with themselves. The ponies were astounded by such news, but immediately elected to send the best and the bravest to initiate contact with the world around them.

 

There was one problem-in order to lead the Ksana, the ponies needed a leader. A leader that they did not have. It was decided unanimously that a single special pony-one who possesed the gift of both wings and a magical horn-would lead the rest of their kind. That pony's name was Celestia Solarray, but she became known to them as Princess Celestia.

 

 

 

Arkra:

 

 

The Nalimemoiri suddenly realized that their beauty had been enhanced by the generous gift of song. By sinmply opening their mouths, they could sing the most beautful tunes ever imagined, bringing tears of joy to those who listened.They also discovered, quite accidentally, that this gift could also be used against the predators that threatened to devour them, by sending them into befuddled drowsiness. Although by no means a perfect weapon, it was much better than nothing. The Nalimomoiri began realizing the strength in numbers, for a choir of voices was much more powerful than a lone song. They began forming sheltered tribes in order to better protect themselves. The most beautiful of the singers, and thus the most effective predator deterrent, became the leaders.

 

The ark that held the Nalimemoirin settlers, landed safely in the northern edge of Haven, protected by Arkra's magic. As soon as they exited the ark, however, they found themselves unable to brathe the planet's air, having been accustomed to their own. The only place that they would survive was back in the ark, which still held some vestiges of Arkra's protection. And so it was that they huddled in the great vessel, unwilling and unable to leave.

 

 

 

Emrakul:

 

 

The virus bestowed on the A'ci did its work marvelously well, killing and destroying any foreign bacteria that threatened to invade their bodies. This virus was implanted upon the species as a whole as a genetic trait, and it was this trait that allowed the A'ci to safely survive without fear of contamination.

Sensing a fusing rift between the dream world and the plane of death, Emrakul bid his servants to investigate the dreams of mortals. Of course, the mortals in question did not like this one bit-they couldsense when their privacy was being invaded, and their dreams being read by a book. It was this act that began sowing seeds of both fear and curiosity amongst the races, and a new class began emerging among each of the societies-necromancers, or those who studied the dark arts. Ponies were among the only race unaffected, the magical borders around Haven created thousands of years earlier repelling the probing attacks.

 

 

 

Zalgo:

 

 

Reneging his previous gift of docility to the Draconites, Zalgo shifted their personalities once more, causing them to go berserk with bloodlust at the sight of an enemy. Personally leading the crusade against their first target, the Throlls, Zalgo commanded the Draconites at what would become known as the Battle of the Stalrach Plains, although it was more of a slaughter. The berserk Draconites and their draconic mounts were more than a match for the Throlls, who buckled at the sight of their enemy and turned to flee. The Draconites destroyed three Throllic armies that day, and the survivors of the slaughter fled back to Throllic strongholds. It was as the Throlls were retreating that Zalgo disappeared from the battle, casuing consternation amongst the Draconites, but the battle was already won. The Draconite army began marching towards the Throllic strongholds, determined to ahnnihilate this race once and for all.

 

 

 

Lycantheo:

 

 

And so another race fell to the the clamor of war. The lycultors seized this knowledge and began eagerly creating weapons of war with a devotion unmatched by most others. They became known as talented swordsmiths, and with the introduction of mounts, the thunder birds, large and powerful armies began forming.

This much power was too much for some of the lycultors. As the army swelled, so too did its lust for power, until finally, disregarding Lycantheo's warning, the army seized control of the lycultan lands, establishing a military dictatorship and reducing common civilians to little more than slaves.

 

 

 

Asatya:

 

 

And thus, the Great Archives were born-a huge underground chamber spanning hundreds of miles and containing shelves upon shelves of any scraps of knowledge the Krida could find-pottery, scrolls, even fossils. A special group, the Krida Vasana, was formed, whose job it was to both maintain the library and to add to its knowledge. This vast underground library was hidden away from all but the Krida themselves, for they were wary of this much knowledge falling into the hands of the more violent races.

 

 

 

Ishmael:

 

 

Concentrating mightily, Ishmael creates an enormous celestial hammer, which he uses to whack Ao on the head. Ao stirs slightly.

 

 

 

Emrakul:

 

 

Lending Ishmael some power, Emrakul summoned forth a gigantic bucket of water, which he promptly dumped over Ao's head. Ao rolls over in his sleep.

Turning his attention back to his creations, Emrakul infuses the A'ci with magical hearing and speaking. It was this magic that would transform itself into sounds that others could "hear" with their own magic. As expected, science this confusing confounded the Krida Vasana, who had no idea how to explain this phenomenon.

 

 

Asatya:

 

 

Seeing that the other two gods were unable to awaken Ao, Asatya concentrates hard for a second, then brings forth the most awful sounds ever known to the universe. These collective sounds he called "Friday", and it was these sounds that caused Ao to not only wake up, but caused him so much pain that he literally disintegrated into a fine dust, right before Asatya's eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

Yeah...trolly death, but oh well.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Avarice, seeing the world devoid of a significantly beautiful creature, desides to make one himself. In the long process of deciding what his creatures should look like, he creates a horse-type creature, sprouting large wings from it's shoulders, and na,es them Pegasi. He admires the creation, and watches them smiling.

 

Creates the first Pegasi

 

ACTS Today: 1

ACTS total: 1

ACTS left: 0

Edited April 15, 2012 by Dawnpath

[Evilshy 5,090]

Emrakul waited with some excitement for the Ksana. Seeing representatives from many of the races meet should be interesting. Some of the races didn't even know they weren't alone. His A'ci had yet to interact with any other race, and he hoped they'd be able to adapt easily. It would likely be a long time before the aquatic A'ci became known throughout the rest of the land based planet, so he didn't worry about them. 

 

Emrakul temporarily let his spherical form relax into a shapeless mass. What can I do until the ksana... What to do, what to do... He toyed with the thought of making some radical change to A'ci biology, but decided to hold off until they actually needed to change. 

 

His liquid body came back together in his perfect sphere as he thought of something. This planet is completely devoid of gigantic, legendary monsters. This is unacceptable. 

 

He decided that, in order to make a beast of mythical proportions, he'd have to make it somewhat similar to as many races as he could. Most of the races were bipedal, and vaguely humanoid, so he decided to start there. It would have to be massive, that much was certain, and it also had to be impervious to attack, excepting, of course, the magical powers of a god. Something truly fear inspiring has to be something you can't stop. He decided to make it out of metal, something very few on this planet even knew about. He tweaked it's appearance here and there, and soon found something he liked...

 

Emrakul makes this guy:

 

 

and names him Ulamog.

 

But he wasn't done yet. Emrakul was caught up in his little project, and wasn't about to stop then. He decided a great way to make Ulamog more awe-inspiring was to give him powers on top of being giant and invincible. Emrakul brainstormed a bit before it hit him. The underworld...

He created a link between the minds of Kozilek and Ulamog. They would be able to see through each other, much like Kozilek and the Seekers, but they wouldn't have control over each other. But they wouldn't need control, since they would be brothers; once on each side of the veil separating life and death, working together to make the world a scarier and more interesting place. Ulamog wouldn't need terrible powers when his other half had powers over life and death. And with Kozilek having access to the dream world as well, even sleeping was potentially dangerous. Emrakul glowed happily at the thought.

 

Emrakul creates a link between Ulamog and Kozilek, making them brothers and giving them the ability to communicate telepathically, share thoughts and vision, etc.

 

Now where to out you? Emrakul didn't want Ulamog to go wreaking havoc just yet, there was plenty of interesting stuff happening anyway. With the Ksana coming up, everyth- Emrakul laughed. Ksana. Perfect. He put Ulamog into a state of deep sleep and his him deep underground, directly under where the races would meet. He hid his creation from the other Gods. They wouldn't be able to find Ulamog as long as remained asleep, not unless they knew what they were looking for. 

 

Emrakul hides Ulamog under Ksana.

 

Acts total: 14

Acts today: 3

Acts left: 0

Happiness since this started back up: +10

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Avarice was satisfied with his creation, bt something was missing. His beings wandered aimlessly, without interaction, seeking onlyfod, water and shelter. It saddend him so much, he desided to give them conciousness.

 

Avarice gives Pegasi consciousness

 

ACTS Today: 1

ACTS Total: 2

ACTS left: 0

[Nothing392 61]

Asatya decides with the Ksana in 3 days he must set off the notification to all races that the time is coming...

 

Asatya sends the Krida to alert the races to the trek to the Ampitheater

 

With that set, Asatya tries to decide what to do while waiting for the Ksana. As he looks at what Emrakul has done, Asatya feels uneasy. He hopes that whatever Emrakul's plan is, it won't involve the death of innocent lives. Even if it doesn't, Asatya decides to play it safe. So Asatya looked at Avarice's Pegasi creations. They seemed honest and fair, just as the other ponies were, but also had strength and agility. Just the right race to be a guard...

 

Asatya sets some of the Pegasi to guard the Ksana.

 

Finally, with everything ready for the Ksana, Asatya decided it was time to have some fun. The world was missing something, but what? Then it struck him, the world needed more music. While it seems there has been various forms of music within the species, they were radically different and were not a prevalent part of the Void. With this in mind Asatya crafted a flute made of river clay, which he bestowed upon the ponies to give to the races at the Ksana...

 

Asatya creates the first musical instrument, a flute.

Edited April 17, 2012 by matau

[SuperTheAwesome 199]

Butio woke from his slumber, a smile on his face. He had an idea. Chaos. Why had he never thought of this before? Out of nowhere appeared two floating, metal disks. These disks would fly around the void, teleporting creatures and objects all around. They also emitted a delicious brown liquid, chocolate rain. And for an extra touch, Butio made them pink. He giggled like a little child as he named them. Sugar and Spice.

 

Butio created Sugar and Spice, two flying disks that would create chaos through the void.

 

Butio wasn't completely insane, though. He had to balance the Chaos out. They would rarely be able to move around through the void, because they'd be constantly fighting with their enemies. Two other disks. Everything Nice and Chemical X. This constant battling would constantly light up the skies of the void.

 

Butio created two other disks, Everything Nice and Chemical X, who would be constantly fighting with Sugar and Spice.

 

 

Acts total: 12

Acts today: 2

Acts left: 1

[Aureity 3,055]

Avarice:

Desiring beauty in the world he saw around him, he created the first true pegasi-that is to say, a winged horse, similar in structure to the pegasi ponies in Haven. These pegasi became known for their speed, agility, and of course, their ability to fly, and were almost instantly desired mounts for all sentient races.

 

Emrakul:

The chaos taking hold of him, Emrakul decided to forge a creature of gigantic proportions from solid steel, a titan of sorts. This first titan he named Ulamog, and set it on a path of destruction, simply to make the world slightly more chaotic. This near-invincible leviathan he hid underneath Ksana, where he waited to unleash this powerful weapon, a devious smile on his face. Ulamog was practically invincible- there was only one weakness, and that was in its core. For Emrakul, in building this metallic giant, had simply gathered steel from the Letya mountains that bordered the Ampitheatre, and exhausted the supply in the process. Its core was no more than solid rock, albeit covered with thick steel plating that no weapon of this time could pierce.

 

To further the damage that would be done, he linked together the minds of Ulamog and Kozilek, lord of the dead, sharing their thoughts, memories, and visions. Kozilek delighted in this newfound connection, as it meant he finally had a way to directly influence the living world. What had been a simple titan of chaos had now become the plaything of death itself.

 

Avarice:

Seeing the pegasi used as mounts made Avarice deeply unhappy. This was not what he wanted for these majestic creatures. The only logical thing to do, he thought, would be to grant these pegasi a consciousness of their own, and to bring them to par with the other races. He blessed the minds of the pegasi, and encouraged them to seek their own freedom. Unfortunately for the pegasi, the other races were not so keen on releasing their newfound mounts, especially not mounts that could perform superbly in battle. The Lycultors, who sought to expand their power, were the most vocal in their objections, and a struggle for freedom was ignited in the pegasi against those races that attempted to enslave them.

 

Asatya:

Calling together the Krida, Asatya sent them to all corners of the Earth, commanding them not to return until every sentient race on the planet was aware of the Ksana scheduled to meet in three days time. The Krida traveled far and wide, delivering the message to each and every race, astounding some and bringing many out the isolation they had been used to.

The Draconites and the Lycultors alone refused to participate in the Krida, seeing it as a "sham of a peace conference". Instead, they continued to build their armies-only now, the Krida had made them aware of the presense of the other. An intense rivalry flared between the two races, and both sought to gain the upper hand over the other. It would not be long before war would begin.

 

Uneasy about the tensions, Asatya bade the pegasi to guard the Ksana. Those that had already won their freedom answered the call, seeing this meeting as a chance to speak out against the injustices done to them by the other races.

 

And finally, as a random act, Asatya created a flute, which he placed in the center of the Ampitheatre. This flute, which he blessed, had the power to create the most enchanting music the world would ever hear-all it needed was the right flutist.

 

Butio:

Feeling chaotic as he watched Emrakul's mischief with the titan, Butio decided to try his hand at creating some mischief of his own. He summoned two enormous pink, levitating disks to him, and released them onto the world, where they caused untold amounts of irritation and trouble. These disk teleported not only items, but also creatures around the world. It was in this way that a few of the races were introduced to each other.

 

Whether as another act of chaos, or counterbalance, Butio was not sure, but nonetheless he created two other disks as well. These he instructed to constantly chase the first two, and prevent chaos as much as possible. When Sugar or Spice met Everything Nice or Chemical X, the resulting impact, if there was one, would create a massive heatless explosion of light that blinded viewers for miles.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Seeing his subjects on the brink of war, he granted them two boons. One was the knowledge of forge-craft.

Gives Pegasi the ability to create weapons and armor

The other was Diplomacy

Gives Pegasi reasoning and debate skills to be used for their benifit

Avarice hoped that his subjects would now be more succesful in their frays.

 

Acts today: 2

Acts yesterday: 0

Acts total: 4

Acts left: 0

[Nothing392 61]

With the Ksana tomorrow Asatya feels nervous as to what will come of the events. Looking out at the horizon from atop the Amythest Mountains Asatya thinks to himself, "It seems we have come so far since when I first awoke and created the Plane of Earth. Yet here we are, mixed up in the petty quarrels of our own creations. Last time I had these thoughts I had attempted to destroy nearly all of our creations, but I believe I have learned since then. Unfortunately, the stakes seem almost more dire this time, as gods begin to show their chaotic sides and war seems almost inevitable with the Draconites and the Lycultors. Ah well, what happens will happen I guess, as we continue blindly creating this world through trial and error." Then Asatya had a thought, a very curious thought. He pondered it for a while but decided that he would share the information at the Ksana with everyone around.

 

Instead Asatya decides to cheer the mood up a bit. Already it seemed some beings were arriving, but they didn't have much to do but sit around. Asatya makes this day, the day before the Annual meeting of the Ksana a festival. He created many stands and had them filled with foods, artwork, literature, and many other crafts all from the different cultures of the races. This is to be the night where everyone talks, plays, and dances together. Asatya finishes this by making the Aurora Borealis glow brighter then it ever has before, shining across all of the world. He names this Festival the Ksemna, meaning Night of Peace.

 

Asatya Creates the Ksemna.

 

Acts Used Today: 1

Acts left: 1

[Linguz 140]

Seeing that a single group in the world did not decide to come to the meeting, Ishmael nods, content with the number. He heads up, out of the planet, and looks at the world, trying to see what could be missing. Deciding to create something, he summons up his power and strikes part of the ocean.

 

Ishmael creates a giant fissure in the ocean, deeper than any other part of the world.

[Zalgo 593]

Zalgo, craving more power, appears before the Draconites again, this time increasing their intellect and Creativity.

 

Zalgo boosts his race's intellect and Creativity, so they may create new weapons and tools

 

Acts used: 12 or something

Acts left: I honestly don't know, I'll edit it when I find out.

[Proailurus 214]

Lycatheo suddenly stared down at his created race of mammalian warriors and saw what he had unfortunately anticipated, that many had turn corrupt for power and bloodthirst after being introduced to weapons. However, Lycantheo had planned ahead and had an idea.

He came down to the planet and took a small chunk of land, about 3/4 of the size of the continent that the lycultors dwelled, from a much larger continent and pulled it over to the Isle of Wolves, connecting and fusing it with the chunk of land.

Lycantheo had expanded the Isle of Wolves.

Then, he found a small village of moderately poor people, struggling to survive with corrupt power-hungry 'police officials' with swords bullying them and following the government like mindless pigs. The police that he had established before that he had given powers to had crumbled and were now seperated, spread out among the corrupt nation, most likely secretely planning for a rebellion. Lycantheo eventuallly found one of the un-corrupt people of the village, a rather young wolf wolf.

He had noticed that his creation lived to around 100 or so of what they call 'years', which he believed was a passage of time during which the planet that they lived on revolved around its star once. They had created a rather impressive calender to measure time all on their own a little while before the Military Era. They would probably live a lot longer if they had expanded their little knowledge of sanitation and simple medicinal practices.

Anyway, the wolf he had found was around 18 or so years old, with some education, but still little. He was skilled and had potential with his uncorrupt mind and strong mind. He worked on a farm with his brother, and his mother was an assistant to a doctor. His father was killed when the Military Era had started, when many people had tried to stop the new era from starting, although they failed.

He looked to the lycultor and told him that he wanted to stop the corrupt military dictatorship that the nation was in now, but wasn't sure how to do it without causing complete chaos and confusing everywhere. That he wanted to start a rebellion with the people, and that he wanted the young wolf to lead it with his help. The young wolf agreed and told Lycantheo that his name was Ōkami. Lycantheo gave him unbelievable speed and strength and gave him an incredibly sharp sword. He found a few more people similar to him with good hearts and gave them skill and strength and/or speed. He also found many of his original uncorrupt policeman that he had given skills to before. He expanded their skills and told them about the future rebellion as well. These wolves were divine in every way...

He told them not to start the Rebellion yet, but to train others with the tehcniques he had given them, and nobody would stop them because that was actually pretty common in those days because the government wanted wolves to be skilled so that they could have a stronger army and even more power. So, wolves were trained to slay, and some even started new techniques of their own based off of the original ones from Lycatheo. Although, admittedly, few wolves were as skilled as the original that were gifted by Lycantheo, the divine wolf slayers of the future Rebellion.

Lycantheo told them that whenever they had built up a powerful secret army, they could start overthrowing government buildings and starting the Rebellion, to end the Military Era and stop corrupt, bloodthirsty, power hungry wolves from ruling the wolves unmercifully.

Lycantheo started the creation of an army designed to end the Military Era overshadowing the Isle of Wolves forwhich his lycultors dwelled under the rule of corrupt military dictators, and waited for his army to start the Rebellion.

(sorry if it's a bit long, I got a bit carried away and I was eager to act after not doing so in so long because I couldn't think of anything hehe)

Total acts used: 17

Acts today: 2

Acts left: 1

Edited April 29, 2012 by LightningWing

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Thinking he had not done enough, he granted the Pegasi 3 more boons;

 

The first was the knowledge the laws of gravity and how to use them to fly swiftly and efficently

Gives pegasi knowledge of aerodynamics and gravity

 

The second was strategy

Gives war strategy knowledge and chain of command theory

 

The third was the ability to pass on what they knew

Invents school for pegasi

 

Acts today: 3

Acts total: 7

Acts left: 0