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 "That sounds like a good idea. But what should we start with? It should probably have wings, and be fairly imposing so that humans don't think they can just sneak past it."

 “It could have a long body like a snake, and it could speak. Maybe they can reappear after they die?”

 "That sounds like an excellent plan. We should also make them beautiful and clever, so that humans can see them as equals."

 “But they should have the ability to cast spells, so that they are more prepared for any plan or trick. What if they could see through lies and illusions?”

 "Hmmm... that would be best for our purposes. It shouldn't be too dangerous, so its spells should be limited to more harmless ones. And for its venom, how about a sleeping draught?"

 “That would be perfect! They won’t aim to kill. Maybe they could shapeshift so they can’t be easily trapped?”

 "Brilliant. But we should give it some defenses as well. Immunity to mental effects and common weaponry should grant it enough survivability when combined with its spells and ability to come back from death. What do you think?"

 “Sounds perfect! Although maybe they shouldn’t be able to lay eggs, because eventually there would be too many of them.”

 "That would be an issue. Now, shall we get to work making such a creature?"

 “Lets start.”

 He spins several of his hands, causing bottles to manifest in them. "Big Monster," "Snakes," "Flying then Falling," "Wrath of the Gods," "My Enemy is Pure," and other strange labels adorn the bottles. He pours them onto the ground, but they seem to be caught by some invisible bowl shaped like a winged serpent.

"Hmmm... I'm missing some things."

 Ivis adds one of his feathers, which is glowing softly.

 Okropnosc stares in wonder as the purple mixture changes colors to make a partly clear iridescent fluid. "Impressive! I think its almost done!"

 “What else do we need?”

 Okropnosc stands up and looks around for a bit. He then looks down at his hand. "Body." He calmly pulls out his wand and slices his palm open with it, the wound dripping viscous, black ichor into the bowl. The material inside coalesces into the creature they described, slowly swelling and growing until its about 12 feet long. "Now it just needs a name."

 ‘’Hmmm… what do you think?”

 "I was thinking Opiekun, which means protector or custodian. Or Aniol, which means angel."

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 He sees a massive, gloomy city in the distance, with no fire or sunlight. A tower stands in the center, with silken wires reaching out all over the world, and a creature in the room at the top stares down at him in interest.

 *Cool, Baalz* 

The Glass Man sees this, and starts taking bounding leaps towards the city, each step propelling him with blasts of flame. 

 *Thank you! It took like three gods to make the city.*

 *Oh thats very fun! Was it a pantheon or something?* 

 *No, it just took several successions of my own deities. They keep dying for some reason.*

 *oh shoot lol, sorry*

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 "That sounds like a good idea. But what should we start with? It should probably have wings, and be fairly imposing so that humans don't think they can just sneak past it."

 “It could have a long body like a snake, and it could speak. Maybe they can reappear after they die?”

 "That sounds like an excellent plan. We should also make them beautiful and clever, so that humans can see them as equals."

 “But they should have the ability to cast spells, so that they are more prepared for any plan or trick. What if they could see through lies and illusions?”

 "Hmmm... that would be best for our purposes. It shouldn't be too dangerous, so its spells should be limited to more harmless ones. And for its venom, how about a sleeping draught?"

 “That would be perfect! They won’t aim to kill. Maybe they could shapeshift so they can’t be easily trapped?”

 "Brilliant. But we should give it some defenses as well. Immunity to mental effects and common weaponry should grant it enough survivability when combined with its spells and ability to come back from death. What do you think?"

 “Sounds perfect! Although maybe they shouldn’t be able to lay eggs, because eventually there would be too many of them.”

 "That would be an issue. Now, shall we get to work making such a creature?"

 “Lets start.”

 He spins several of his hands, causing bottles to manifest in them. "Big Monster," "Snakes," "Flying then Falling," "Wrath of the Gods," "My Enemy is Pure," and other strange labels adorn the bottles. He pours them onto the ground, but they seem to be caught by some invisible bowl shaped like a winged serpent.

"Hmmm... I'm missing some things."

 Ivis adds one of his feathers, which is glowing softly.

 Okropnosc stares in wonder as the purple mixture changes colors to make a partly clear iridescent fluid. "Impressive! I think its almost done!"

 “What else do we need?”

 Okropnosc stands up and looks around for a bit. He then looks down at his hand. "Body." He calmly pulls out his wand and slices his palm open with it, the wound dripping viscous, black ichor into the bowl. The material inside coalesces into the creature they described, slowly swelling and growing until its about 12 feet long. "Now it just needs a name."

 ‘’Hmmm… what do you think?”

 "I was thinking Opiekun, which means protector or custodian. Or Aniol, which means angel."

 “I like Opiekun.”

*Hello friends :)*

Ishal is with his followers, teaching them how to safely harvest good meat from the meat that will make them ill. The three sister stands at their watch posts, in the forms of unassuming cats.

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 "That sounds like a good idea. But what should we start with? It should probably have wings, and be fairly imposing so that humans don't think they can just sneak past it."

 “It could have a long body like a snake, and it could speak. Maybe they can reappear after they die?”

 "That sounds like an excellent plan. We should also make them beautiful and clever, so that humans can see them as equals."

 “But they should have the ability to cast spells, so that they are more prepared for any plan or trick. What if they could see through lies and illusions?”

 "Hmmm... that would be best for our purposes. It shouldn't be too dangerous, so its spells should be limited to more harmless ones. And for its venom, how about a sleeping draught?"

 “That would be perfect! They won’t aim to kill. Maybe they could shapeshift so they can’t be easily trapped?”

 "Brilliant. But we should give it some defenses as well. Immunity to mental effects and common weaponry should grant it enough survivability when combined with its spells and ability to come back from death. What do you think?"

 “Sounds perfect! Although maybe they shouldn’t be able to lay eggs, because eventually there would be too many of them.”

 "That would be an issue. Now, shall we get to work making such a creature?"

 “Lets start.”

 He spins several of his hands, causing bottles to manifest in them. "Big Monster," "Snakes," "Flying then Falling," "Wrath of the Gods," "My Enemy is Pure," and other strange labels adorn the bottles. He pours them onto the ground, but they seem to be caught by some invisible bowl shaped like a winged serpent.

"Hmmm... I'm missing some things."

 Ivis adds one of his feathers, which is glowing softly.

 Okropnosc stares in wonder as the purple mixture changes colors to make a partly clear iridescent fluid. "Impressive! I think its almost done!"

 “What else do we need?”

 Okropnosc stands up and looks around for a bit. He then looks down at his hand. "Body." He calmly pulls out his wand and slices his palm open with it, the wound dripping viscous, black ichor into the bowl. The material inside coalesces into the creature they described, slowly swelling and growing until its about 12 feet long. "Now it just needs a name."

 ‘’Hmmm… what do you think?”

 "I was thinking Opiekun, which means protector or custodian. Or Aniol, which means angel."

 “I like Opiekun.”

 "Then Opiekun it shall be."

The serpent looks between its parents, somewhat confused but happy.

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*Hello friends :)*

Ishal is with his followers, teaching them how to safely harvest good meat from the meat that will make them ill. The three sister stands at their watch posts, in the forms of unassuming cats.

 Okropnosc watches from a safe distance, taking note of what nightmares to weave for these folks. Illness and spoilage, to reinforce the lesson learned today.

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*Hello friends :)*

Ishal is with his followers, teaching them how to safely harvest good meat from the meat that will make them ill. The three sister stands at their watch posts, in the forms of unassuming cats.

 Okropnosc watches from a safe distance, taking note of what nightmares to weave for these folks. Illness and spoilage, to reinforce the lesson learned today.

 "Look sisters, this is the one Grant told us about.." a three  golden eyes stare out from the darkness of the woods. 

"Oh dear.. oh dear indeed." Another voice said, a three silver eyes watch from another direction.

"He's not allowed to be here." A third voice said. Three black eyes stare, unblinking. "We should get rid of him."

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*Hello friends :)*

Ishal is with his followers, teaching them how to safely harvest good meat from the meat that will make them ill. The three sister stands at their watch posts, in the forms of unassuming cats.

 Okropnosc watches from a safe distance, taking note of what nightmares to weave for these folks. Illness and spoilage, to reinforce the lesson learned today.

 "Look sisters, this is the one Grant told us about.." a three  golden eyes stare out from the darkness of the woods. 

"Oh dear.. oh dear indeed." Another voice said, a three silver eyes watch from another direction.

"He's not allowed to be here." A third voice said. Three black eyes stare, unblinking. "We should get rid of him."

The nightmare god doesn't react very strongly. 

"Grant is naught but a frightened child. If you wish, I will leave of my own accord. But I will not be forced away."

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Tsuki is sitting cross-legged on a boulder, feeding a banana to Ghost.

 Ishal notices them and waves slightly.

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*Hello friends :)*

Ishal is with his followers, teaching them how to safely harvest good meat from the meat that will make them ill. The three sister stands at their watch posts, in the forms of unassuming cats.

 Okropnosc watches from a safe distance, taking note of what nightmares to weave for these folks. Illness and spoilage, to reinforce the lesson learned today.

 "Look sisters, this is the one Grant told us about.." a three  golden eyes stare out from the darkness of the woods. 

"Oh dear.. oh dear indeed." Another voice said, a three silver eyes watch from another direction.

"He's not allowed to be here." A third voice said. Three black eyes stare, unblinking. "We should get rid of him."

The nightmare god doesn't react very strongly. 

"Grant is naught but a frightened child. If you wish, I will leave of my own accord. But I will not be forced away."

 "We should kill you just for the fun of it!"

"Ooh! We should!"

"Then Grant would be happy!"

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Tsuki is sitting cross-legged on a boulder, feeding a banana to Ghost.

 Ishal notices them and waves slightly.

 *Tsuki looks like a tall, flexible, 16-year girl with a skull face paint and a black cloak with armor on the right shoulder and chest.*

She waves back, smiling in a way even gods are put off by it.

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*Hello friends :)*

Ishal is with his followers, teaching them how to safely harvest good meat from the meat that will make them ill. The three sister stands at their watch posts, in the forms of unassuming cats.

 Okropnosc watches from a safe distance, taking note of what nightmares to weave for these folks. Illness and spoilage, to reinforce the lesson learned today.

 "Look sisters, this is the one Grant told us about.." a three  golden eyes stare out from the darkness of the woods. 

"Oh dear.. oh dear indeed." Another voice said, a three silver eyes watch from another direction.

"He's not allowed to be here." A third voice said. Three black eyes stare, unblinking. "We should get rid of him."

The nightmare god doesn't react very strongly. 

"Grant is naught but a frightened child. If you wish, I will leave of my own accord. But I will not be forced away."

 "We should kill you just for the fun of it!"

"Ooh! We should!"

"Then Grant would be happy!"

 "You cannot kill a god, and I'm afraid that I am loathe to kill servants of another god, even a lesser one, for risk of drawing their ire. Once again, if you ask me, I will leave."

He draws his staff, a long, black, spined corkscrew with a handle at the top and a crescent at the very end. "If you fight, you will die and be reborn as nightmares and nothing more. I pray you do not take the violent option."

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Tsuki is sitting cross-legged on a boulder, feeding a banana to Ghost.

 Ishal notices them and waves slightly.

 *Tsuki looks like a tall, flexible, 16-year girl with a skull face paint and a black cloak with armor on the right shoulder and chest.*

She waves back, smiling in a way even gods are put off by it.

 *Ishal is a broad-shouldered Native American male with long raven black hair and wears a cape of tanned hides.*

He smiles despite being off put.

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*Hello friends :)*

Ishal is with his followers, teaching them how to safely harvest good meat from the meat that will make them ill. The three sister stands at their watch posts, in the forms of unassuming cats.

 Okropnosc watches from a safe distance, taking note of what nightmares to weave for these folks. Illness and spoilage, to reinforce the lesson learned today.

 "Look sisters, this is the one Grant told us about.." a three  golden eyes stare out from the darkness of the woods. 

"Oh dear.. oh dear indeed." Another voice said, a three silver eyes watch from another direction.

"He's not allowed to be here." A third voice said. Three black eyes stare, unblinking. "We should get rid of him."

The nightmare god doesn't react very strongly. 

"Grant is naught but a frightened child. If you wish, I will leave of my own accord. But I will not be forced away."

 "We should kill you just for the fun of it!"

"Ooh! We should!"

"Then Grant would be happy!"

 "You cannot kill a god, and I'm afraid that I am loathe to kill servants of another god, even a lesser one, for risk of drawing their ire. Once again, if you ask me, I will leave."

He draws his staff, a long, black, spined corkscrew with a handle at the top and a crescent at the very end. "If you fight, you will die and be reborn as nightmares and nothing more. I pray you do not take the violent option."

 "Hmph. You are a rude one."

"Stop giving out people nightmares! This isn't your domain!"

"Continue to do so and we will rip your pretty little throat out then eat your body!"

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 "That sounds like a good idea. But what should we start with? It should probably have wings, and be fairly imposing so that humans don't think they can just sneak past it."

 “It could have a long body like a snake, and it could speak. Maybe they can reappear after they die?”

 "That sounds like an excellent plan. We should also make them beautiful and clever, so that humans can see them as equals."

 “But they should have the ability to cast spells, so that they are more prepared for any plan or trick. What if they could see through lies and illusions?”

 "Hmmm... that would be best for our purposes. It shouldn't be too dangerous, so its spells should be limited to more harmless ones. And for its venom, how about a sleeping draught?"

 “That would be perfect! They won’t aim to kill. Maybe they could shapeshift so they can’t be easily trapped?”

 "Brilliant. But we should give it some defenses as well. Immunity to mental effects and common weaponry should grant it enough survivability when combined with its spells and ability to come back from death. What do you think?"

 “Sounds perfect! Although maybe they shouldn’t be able to lay eggs, because eventually there would be too many of them.”

 "That would be an issue. Now, shall we get to work making such a creature?"

 “Lets start.”

 He spins several of his hands, causing bottles to manifest in them. "Big Monster," "Snakes," "Flying then Falling," "Wrath of the Gods," "My Enemy is Pure," and other strange labels adorn the bottles. He pours them onto the ground, but they seem to be caught by some invisible bowl shaped like a winged serpent.

"Hmmm... I'm missing some things."

 Ivis adds one of his feathers, which is glowing softly.

 Okropnosc stares in wonder as the purple mixture changes colors to make a partly clear iridescent fluid. "Impressive! I think its almost done!"

 “What else do we need?”

 Okropnosc stands up and looks around for a bit. He then looks down at his hand. "Body." He calmly pulls out his wand and slices his palm open with it, the wound dripping viscous, black ichor into the bowl. The material inside coalesces into the creature they described, slowly swelling and growing until its about 12 feet long. "Now it just needs a name."

 ‘’Hmmm… what do you think?”

 "I was thinking Opiekun, which means protector or custodian. Or Aniol, which means angel."

 “I like Opiekun.”

 "Then Opiekun it shall be."

The serpent looks between its parents, somewhat confused but happy.

 “What should it guard?”

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*Hello friends :)*

Ishal is with his followers, teaching them how to safely harvest good meat from the meat that will make them ill. The three sister stands at their watch posts, in the forms of unassuming cats.

 Okropnosc watches from a safe distance, taking note of what nightmares to weave for these folks. Illness and spoilage, to reinforce the lesson learned today.

 "Look sisters, this is the one Grant told us about.." a three  golden eyes stare out from the darkness of the woods. 

"Oh dear.. oh dear indeed." Another voice said, a three silver eyes watch from another direction.

"He's not allowed to be here." A third voice said. Three black eyes stare, unblinking. "We should get rid of him."

The nightmare god doesn't react very strongly. 

"Grant is naught but a frightened child. If you wish, I will leave of my own accord. But I will not be forced away."

 "We should kill you just for the fun of it!"

"Ooh! We should!"

"Then Grant would be happy!"

 "You cannot kill a god, and I'm afraid that I am loathe to kill servants of another god, even a lesser one, for risk of drawing their ire. Once again, if you ask me, I will leave."

He draws his staff, a long, black, spined corkscrew with a handle at the top and a crescent at the very end. "If you fight, you will die and be reborn as nightmares and nothing more. I pray you do not take the violent option."

 "Hmph. You are a rude one."

"Stop giving out people nightmares! This isn't your domain!"

"Continue to do so and we will rip your pretty little throat out then eat your body!"

 "Ask. Politely. And do not make idle threats to me."

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Tsuki is sitting cross-legged on a boulder, feeding a banana to Ghost.

 Ishal notices them and waves slightly.

 *Tsuki looks like a tall, flexible, 16-year girl with a skull face paint and a black cloak with armor on the right shoulder and chest.*

She waves back, smiling in a way even gods are put off by it.

 *Ishal is a broad-shouldered Native American male with long raven black hair and wears a cape of tanned hides.*

He smiles despite being off put.

 Ghosts looks at you and snorts aggressively.

*Ghost appears as a horse with black skin with star-like specks, nebula like eyes, and aurora mane and tail*

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 “Sounds perfect! Although maybe they shouldn’t be able to lay eggs, because eventually there would be too many of them.”

 "That would be an issue. Now, shall we get to work making such a creature?"

 “Lets start.”

 He spins several of his hands, causing bottles to manifest in them. "Big Monster," "Snakes," "Flying then Falling," "Wrath of the Gods," "My Enemy is Pure," and other strange labels adorn the bottles. He pours them onto the ground, but they seem to be caught by some invisible bowl shaped like a winged serpent.

"Hmmm... I'm missing some things."

 Ivis adds one of his feathers, which is glowing softly.

 Okropnosc stares in wonder as the purple mixture changes colors to make a partly clear iridescent fluid. "Impressive! I think its almost done!"

 “What else do we need?”

 Okropnosc stands up and looks around for a bit. He then looks down at his hand. "Body." He calmly pulls out his wand and slices his palm open with it, the wound dripping viscous, black ichor into the bowl. The material inside coalesces into the creature they described, slowly swelling and growing until its about 12 feet long. "Now it just needs a name."

 ‘’Hmmm… what do you think?”

 "I was thinking Opiekun, which means protector or custodian. Or Aniol, which means angel."

 “I like Opiekun.”

 "Then Opiekun it shall be."

The serpent looks between its parents, somewhat confused but happy.

 “What should it guard?”

 "Perhaps we should make something for it to guard. It would have to be very important. Maybe your tree?"

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 He sees a massive, gloomy city in the distance, with no fire or sunlight. A tower stands in the center, with silken wires reaching out all over the world, and a creature in the room at the top stares down at him in interest.

 *Cool, Baalz* 

The Glass Man sees this, and starts taking bounding leaps towards the city, each step propelling him with blasts of flame. 

 *Thank you! It took like three gods to make the city.*

The creature leaps out of the tower, traveling a massive distance before landing in front of Melos in a plume of dust. Its masked face on its human-puppet-spider body turns to look up at him, rotating from side to side periodically.

"Welcome, newcomer. I am Okropnosc, god of nightmares, monsters, and darkness. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

 "Oh, that is just delicious! Wow! I'm the god of music, but also of fire and passion. We should be friends." He smiles, glass teeth gleaming.

His body glows internally with happiness, the light fractured by the cracks in the glass. 

 "Ah, yes, that would be nice, but you should know that I have enemies. I wouldn't want people to dislike you for any reason on your first day on this wonderful planet. Let's say we are... friendly acquaintances."

Okropnosc looks over his shoulder at the city. "I should also warn you that fire is nonexistent in my city, even divine fire. It was not my choice, but it may still make you uncomfortable if you come to visit."

 "Friendly acquaintances, ok, yeah." 

"Oh, no fire... shoot. It's ok. It'll take me out of my comfort zone then. I'll grow from the experience, if I go there. Thanks for the warning." 

"Do you, um, recommend any places I should visit on my first day? Or anywhere I should avoid?"