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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 5252041" data-attributes="member: 51271">The One and the Many beholds as the child grabs one of the critters that compose himself. A dangerous beetle in his home world. The quick intervention of the motherly Ubariya saves the child's life, from an agonizing death. However the plat lord seems unaffected by that, as if he was dazed, or stunned by the recent events. Slowly, he follows the spider queen outside, shambling towards the entrance. As the gods assemble there for a goodby, the apparent stunning effect on the shambling king disappeared. He stride purposely towards the nearest stream or lake, and sank half of his body there, extending his arms to the sky and the sun. As the golden energy flowed through him, the lord of vermins produced a cloud of water vapour; that extended from him, and started moistening everything around. The plants touched by this divine water, start to grow and grow at an incredible peace. Small grass stretch and grow thick. Brushes grow to trees, and trees, well, trees start ascending unchecked, until they dwarf the Plant Lord. The canopy over the gods is so thick that now the sun is almost completely obscured, just a couple of rays pass through the thick layer of leaves. The undergrowth expands now, moss covering every surface, fungi spawning over the trunks, epiphites grow around the massive trunks, unfolding their huge leaves. The stream has grown as well and now is a strong river. Standing on the middle of it, The One and the Many lowered his arms, and slowly walked towards the other gods. “This will be my domain: The Jungle of the Memories.  Within it’s heart, our city will be protected and hidden from mortals and titans, so that what happened today, will never again come to pass. The plants will not touch it.” The hive minded godgestured towards the city. It was there for them, but the spider queen’s mortal sons could not see it, it was just a messy mass of vines and trees, just as any other part of the jungle. “Here will also reside our first sapling: The Oak of Memories.” Saying that, The One and the Many produced an acorn; golden and enormous. “It has been nursing inside me since we first came to this world, it has collected in it’s shell all the events so far. Now its time for it to be planted, and grow, feeding upon the world’s history.” With that speech, the Plant lord placed the acorn in the ground, near the river. Instantly, it cracked, and produced a fat rootling that bored the ground, and soon a golden oak steam protruded from the broken shell, growing slowly, but steady, producing cotyledons and a then a golden oak leaf. It stopped then. The steam, thick like a strong man’s forearm, had three lines, like eyes and a mouth still closed.</blockquote>

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