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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nephtys" data-source="post: 3362982" data-attributes="member: 31780">Thef'chu Nefut pondered the situation. She had believed herself unique, had believed her position unassailable, she had been wrong. With every passing moment her grasp over infinity was reduced and even she herself had been bound within the wound in her own body. Rather than fighting at every front she had fallen back, realising that resisting their encroachment would unite them all against her. She had believed her power was unlimited, but she no longer believed that. They were vibrant, these new godlings, and some of them had powers equal to her own within this bounded universe. She would adapt, though, and some of them had shown her the way. Yes, she would still be there at the end of all things, she would just have to fight for it.Faith would be her sustenance and for that she would need souls, she would need followers. Xak'tsar's elves could never become hers, not before the End, nor could those whose souls were bound to other gods. But the elves were flawed, as a species lacking in adaptation, their maturation too slow, their breeding too infertile. And the Dweller's children, though powerful, were still few. No, none of them were suited for her purposes. Her creation would be bound by death. Their lives, burning brightly in fear, rage and unrivalled fecundity, would burn out equally swiftly. Their lives would serve only to create more souls, to create more life, and to die, die, die for the harvest. They would fill the entire world with their numbers, for the world was still young and empty. Yes, and they would love her, fear her, hate her and serve her with their every hateful action. ooc: Creating the Goblinoid races. (Fast breeders, good diers <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />)She looks down upon the world, and sees that it is not enough. Her creation was frail, and it would need shelter to grow. The thought of nurturing her creation is alien to her, yet she knows it must be done. Lending the wisest of them a fraction of her power she entrusts them with her sacred evangelium"This world is yours, let it feed you as you feed me. Spread over its surface and beneath it until no place has yet to feel your touch. Breed, live and die, and let no thing stand in your way. Preserve your species, and sacrifice yourself, and at the end of all things you shall live forever within me."ooc: Empowering her Clerics and creating a religion as well as making the alignment of all Goblinoids LE.</blockquote>

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