Ayrmith let his Card fly upon the winds and soon there was glowing light amongst the elemental slimes of the Lerret system. Each elemental Slime over a level 10, began to gain consciousness, their primitive minds exanding. Their corresponding ACTs of their adoptive Patron deity, granting them a stake in the Overmind, was amazing as well. Each Overmind had awarded subdivisions semi-autonomy and now allowing many Subslimes to amass as many slimes to them physically. These are shaped into elemental bipeds with the combined intellect and abilities of several individuals. These do much of the grunt work of the Overminds and are pleased that they have greater mobility and power than any had on their own. THey quickly grow to act almost as mobile townships, Slimes needed no shelters, for they sheltered one another. The Air Elemental Subslimes began to work towards creating new living ship, shapes. The Water Subslimes began to lord over the deeps, crafting a vast oceanic city.
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Ayrmith utilizes the Jack of Spades
*Unchallenged: Card passes Unobstructed
Ayrmith discards Jack of Spades
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Cungto's blessing to the Tomeborne begins with their continued breaches into the Lerret System. Each one that comes into the Lerret system is mad, but not too mad, at least not anymore. They scrabble for foods and often found one another seemingly by accident but they seem to be able to smell one another and begin chitter to one another a cohesive way, albeit a very creepy way. The chemistry of the Tomeborne was unlike that of other creatures but were rather fond of eating nonetheless, this did have the side effect of granting them a weakness, and one that could possibly be exploited. At least for now, they were small packs of predatory sentience. They hissed at one another almost as much as they hissed at the natural world that surrounded them. The greatest of these Packs measured 32 individuals, but it did continue to pick up more stragglers as time went on, as did the others. Of all the Tomeborne that began this pilgrimage of chance, about sixty percent were able to coexist with one another, while another twenty-nine percent could not tolerate anything that moved.
Only eleven percent could tolerate animalkind and nature but not each other. These eleven percent ended up becoming much fewer in population but often were more wise and represented the presence of the Tomeborne in the forest, the adventuring and exploratory ones. The others sought solace, often digging their caverns and holes. Sometimes they stole from their future selves to supplement some current task, like they day one of them set square chunks of mud on fire, or burnt a chicken before devouring it. This was different than luck however for it was knowledge...backwards and twisted knowledge but still knowledge. It was only a matter of time before some of them encountered Humans, Slimes, or Coatl.
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Cungto utilizes the Jack of Spades
using a 10 of Hearts as Ante
*Unchallenged: Card passes Unobstructed
Cungto discards Jack of Spades
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Plutocrus' blessing to the Ink-people was a myriad of things, variety between two peoples and many, many tentacles. It seemed that they would swim in bliss for an eternity of splendor. However, they quickly realized that such things only awaited them in the bliss of paradise. They had only now to begin their works. So they banded together, a people who quickly grew to be flexible in body and mind. The Inklings and the Octolings found that they were very different on some matters, for instance the octoling sentiment was that counting should be based on 8, while the Inklings often bickered about the simplicity of base 10. This ideological divide began to physically separate them as well as mentally. They came to build their cities on the mouth of a river, one on each side like a twin. They began quite like they had started however, for they were fresh and new, though not without ideas, but they did not have the backing of experience yet, but they soon would. Generations would pass and soon the cities were nearing completion. Each of their cities were almost the same but the thing that made them stay close to one another in a united front was the Ink.
They were Children of the Ink, and in this fashion they were tattooed for status, not that it was usually seen except for the underwater parks they'd created in their city. It was here that they felt most at home, for gravity's force was lessened by the comforting support of the seawater. Their ability to change forms was interesting and useful, for they quickly learned to acclimatize to land based movement and it is here that they do the usual work of transmutation, for their focus was much greater in their bipedal form, they no longer had their focus split between so many various appendages. It is here that they use this blessing of power to create a whole city from shaped sand, transmuted into a smooth marble, with small channels in it to permit water to flow through it and on the rare hot days even cool it. Their city swims in ink, as individuals swim and run to and fro to carry out some order of business. In the collection of raw materials it seemed that Inkling City was gaining access to more, but Octoling City was the first place in all creation where one could see an 800 kilo fish on the beaches being stripped of all its meat by a dozen farmer-gatherers. These cities come to be known as The Ink-Cities, and among other peoples simply as, Ink-City.
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Plutocrus utilizes the Jack of Spades,
7 of Diamonds as the Ante
*Unchallenged: Card passes Unobstructed
Plutocrus discards Jack of Spades
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