The mystery of Inevitable solved, the relationship between himself and this other God of Fortune cemented, Typh was overcome by slumber. Time slipped past, occasionally Typh was aware of the warmth of the sun, the chill of a cool evening or the strong gusts of the perpetual winds, but by and large the world passed him by.

When consciousness returned Typh stirred and a thin layer of rocky sediment that had settled over him cracked and fell away. Typh was sitting on the shores of a beach. He was still on Inevitable, but things were different than when he'd succumbed to his slumber. The shoreline was deeper, the sands softer and finer from the continually crash of waves. Along the edge of the sands the jungle hugged the beach slightly differently, but these were only quibbling details. A far more dramatic change was the shipwrecks that now littered the coast. Some of them were clearly ancient, little more than a few rotten planks of wood, others were far fresher and only had a speckling of barnacles. A scattering of bones could occasionally be found half submerged in the sand and surf, all picked clean and bleached by the sun . This graveyard of ships and the unburied dead stretched along the coast in either direction.

Walking the sands, and continuing to find more signs of nautical ruin, Typh came across the remnants of the settlement that had been bustling and vibrant only a few moments ago from his perspective. Some poles still jutted from the sand, but much of the elevated village was gone. There was no sign of a living Prothemi presence any longer. It seemed Inevitable had been reclaimed by nature. Clearly the time that had passed could be measured in centuries, not decades.

Delving into the jungle itself, Typh found the interior was more muggy, the ground underfoot was more swampy. The jungle felt less clean and wholesome than it had once. Biting bugs, thorny stalks and poisoned fruits were all more common than they had been. There was little doubt as to what the cause of this could be, but Typh wanted to know for certain. Eventually the God of Fortune found his confirmation on the opposite side of the island.

There on the far coast was the first other soul Typh had seen. Squatted on the edge of a cliff, the figure was peering out across the sea. Their skin was not the customary swirl of gold and silver, but was rather copper and tin in coloration. They wore a shroud of tattered vegetation from the jungle. Beside them a roughly hewn stone totem rose up and created a striking silhouette against the clear blue skies. With a hand shading their eyes they peered intently over the waters and it took a long moment for them to realize Typh had arrived.

"My brother, you're awake!" exclaimed the other figure as they leapt to their feet and rushed forward to embrace Typh in a great sweeping hug. There was no pretense or dignity to the gesture, just raw enthusiasm. "It's been ages!" Typh knew this figures name, just as he's known his own when he awoke, this was Meidos, his younger brother of Fortune. Eagerly Typh's sibling added, "I have so much to show you!"

Typh felt sleep come upon him and simply gestured for his people to return to the shore. Their mission was completed. He then allowed himself to drift off into dreamless unawareness beside the chrysalis of his brother. Distantly he was aware of a time when they did emerge and the shifting of powers around Inevitable. They were likely taking their first strides into the world. Was it a moth or centuries later that he re-emerged? He could not tell and elected to simply let it be for the moment.

Standing on the sandy shores of Inevitable he looked out at the reef of broken ships. He was not saddened by the sight for the lose of life was as Inevitable as the tide but he did marvel at how much the Promethi would have grown for such a variety of ships to have been found here. In death they are immortalized, a history of his people's nautical legacy.

Moving about the island he found the remains of the settlement. It had always been rough-scrabble but now it was abandoned. The absence of a mass grave or similar burial site means they likely fled rather than died but that was an age ago from the sign of things. A change in fate that was acceptable but troubling as he has no means of leaving Inevitable without a ship and Promethi to man it.

So he continued his search of the island until found a figure. A young man whose skin was of copper and tin, his body covered in vegetation instead of proper clothing. When they ran to him and gave him a hug Typh was surprised for a moment before returning the gesture with a far more genteel demeaner and a warm smile.

"Medios. Yes I have awakened from my long sleep."

He looked at the young god more closely given that they were within arms reach, his hand shifting hair from his eyes.

"You turned out to be quite the handsome young god. We truly are brothers are we not?"

The ghost of a smile played at the corners of Typh's mouth and in his eyes.

"But yes show me what you have been up to my brother."

Medios didn't need to be asked twice. Giving a whoop and a leap, the younger god nimbly leapt off the rocky outcropping and eagerly motioned for the older God of Fortune to follow. Leading into the jungle Medios led the tour. "See these frogs? They're poisonous! And these vines? They used to just be thorny when I woke up, but now they'll actively follow after things that move and wrap them up. It's so funny watching them squeak as the vines get tighter! And these bugs, when they bite they itch for days!" It was evident that the jungle had been full of general misfortune before, but now with Medios being awake it had become more pointedly hostile under his direction. Eventually they emerged out the other side of the jungle and to the shore.

"Look at all the ships I've collected!" Medios said proudly as the two walked along the shore. "That one got lifted at least a hundred feet into the air by a rogue wave before it hit the shore! And that one split clean in half by a lightning bolt. Oooh, this is my favorite! It got stuck on calm water just off the shore. It's row boats sank and its crew was stuck there for weeks, then they ate each other! The day after the wind began to blow again!" The memory was so amusing Medios burst out into peals of laughter and slapped his thighs. It took him a moment to regain his composure.

Eventually the tour took them back to where they started, at the foot of the stone totem. "And I made this" Medios said proudly. "It makes me helpers," he stated patting the side of the stone edifice affectionately. Looking closer, Typh could feel a small pull coming from the totem. It was drawing a steady drip of souls to it. The God of Fortune had the sense that when it drew enough it would create some new entity.

Soul Totem: -50 Souls from weekly Soul Distribution. Each Wednesday a Special Unit is automatically created. Typh made supersede the totem and determine what unit is created. If he does not than it will automatically create a Misfortune Spirit at Medios' direction.

"You're just in time too! I bet there will be a ship passing through any day now. I think I can lure out one of the big sea monsters to attack it. I haven't seen that yet." Medios shared as his attention drifted back to the horizon. It was clear that the younger god certainly had been busy.

Typh hummed to himself for a moment.

"How about a small game Medios? A warmup of sorts. I will grant my favor to the Promethi aboard that ship and you will call the sea monster. We will see what occurs then. It should be an interesting distraction and if they prove the beasts better they might be able to ferry us to other lands."

"That sounds marvelous!" Medios said eagerly. And so the two gods waited for the their game to unfold. Two months later, so not long by a gods measure of time, a shadow appeared on the horizon. As it grew closer details appeared. It was Prothemi ship, but far more refined than the ones Typh had seen back in those early days. Its shape was longer and thinner, better for cutting through the water, its wood seemed to have been polished for less friction. And the Prothemi aboard appeared to be desperately doing everything they could to change course. It seemed they were being carried by an errant current, those same currents which had earned Inevitable its name.

Medios sat up excitedly and Typh felt his younger brothers divine power stretch out. Typh did the same with his own good fortune and then... nothing. It was like in the jungles where they first met. Typh's good fortune being cancelled out and, in turn, cancelling out Medios' ill will. That left the Prothemi ship to fend with its own natural luck. "Well this is hardly a game," Medios grumbled, as he realized the same thing.

There was no dramatic sea monster attack. No lucky change of the wind to aide the Prothemi. They continued to struggle and the ship continued to be eddied by the push of the seas currents. It was eventually carried close to the shore, just to the edge of the ship graveyard. There Typh could see the Prothemi pulling out oars and desperately working to try and escape the pull of this place and the death so evidently written across it. "I guess it's a draw." Medios declared good naturedly. "I'll have to think about how we can tweak the game to make it a proper game next time. Maybe I can influence the sea and you can influence the ship. Or I can influence the wind and you get to influence the people." The younger god paused to think of more ways the game could unfold in a more satisfying manner next time.

Typh, having anticipated much of this, nodded his agreement.

"Quite the shame. We will have to think of other means of competition."

He then gestured to the ship.

"I'd like you to come with me. I have been asleep for quite sometime and I think it is time for me to return to the Promethi and for you to be properly introduced. They have learned to fear you but I suspect that they have not learned to love you as of yet. An imbalance in fate as it were, one which we should correct."

Typh waved down the ship. It took some effort, but he was able to coax the Prothemi to come closer. Clearly over the passing centuries they'd grown highly reticent of anything to do with this cursed island. Navigating the small vessel close enough that the Prothemi could be better seen, and they in turn could better seen Typh. There were excited shouts as they recognized the figure on the shore. These then fell away to silence as they saw who was with him.

"Is that Lord Typh? You're as the stories describe you," called one of the Prothemi from the ship. "But, why are you with the Cursed One?" If Typh was worried with would offend his brother he needn't, Medios chuckled happily at the moniker. It would take quite a bit of doing, but eventually Typh would convince the crew to let them both aboard.

Prompt: Describe how Typh convinces the crew to let them aboard.

Aboard the ship the crew gave Medios a wide berth while simultaneously trying to approach Typh. It was almost a dance. A fact not overlooked by Medios who made a game of walking circles about the deck and sheparded the crew from one side to the other as they strove to avoid any sort of proximity with the younger God of Fortune.

"Lord Typh, where can my humble vessel take you? We recently set out for Hearth, we were on our way to Sheer Shores when we ran afoul a rogue current that brought us here." The captain cast a glance towards Medios, clearly feeling that this 'rogue' current had a culprit. And he very well may have been right.

As the ship approached Typh spoke to Medios.

"Medios. I would like this ship to take us quite a distance so I'll have to ask that you retract your power for the duration of our voyage. In exchange perhaps we can find you something nice. Also there is a place in another world I wish to show you soon; when I return there myself."

When the crew approached he gave them a pleasant smile and slight inclination of his head, a sign of his favor.

"Greetings Captain. I am glad that my legend has proceeded me even in my absence. I have only just awoken but I see that you are acquainted with my younger brother Medios."

"Perhaps you would humor my curiosity for a moment. Is Cursed One a title or honorific? It is an unfamiliar manner of address for a god."

Typh's outward appearance did not change but there was a coldness within his eyes for the keen of eye. Regardless of his answer however Typh simply nodded amicably, the ice slipping him from as if a trick of the mind.

"That aside we have need of your ship to see the other islands. In return I shall extend my blessings upon your vessel until our departure."

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Typh watched Medios make circles on the deck and how the mortals fled from him. It brought a smile to his face although it was hard to tell as Typh was always smiling beneficently. When the Captain approached him later he considered his words for a moment.

"I have been asleep for a time and have much to learn of how the Promethi had changed and grown in my absence. I would like to see this Sheer Shore and I would hear of any other lands the Promethi have settled."

"As for rogue currents such is the way of the high seas no? Fortune has two sides after all and what you believed was misfortune brought you into the company of the two gods of Aegos. Truly you are blessed are you not my child."

+40% Persuasion advancement

Typh asked Medios to keep his ill fortune in check. The younger god shrugged his shoulders, but relented. "I suppose." He said, before resuming his harassment of the crew, much to his evident amusement.

Taking the captain aside as they set out on their journey Typh had words with the Captain. The grizzled Prothemi was a veteran of the seas and had traveled the waves extensively. He proved to be a wealth of information regarding the goings on of Aegos. "The Cursed One is just what he is," the title replied, motioning to Medios. "Bringer of death, destruction, foul weather and foul beast. Everything that can go amiss does go amiss when the Cursed One is near." The Captain's jaw set into rigidly, his misgivings of his new passenger were clear.

"As for Prothemi, we have spread far and wide! Hearth is home to the greatest shipwrights of the realm, they do brisk trade with their sister island of Far Shore. After the fall of Inevitable we settled the last island of the sea, Sheer Shores." At the mention of Inevitable he threw a glance at Medios, "Sheer Shores is treacherous to land on, and it's dangerous coming and going from there since most current draw a soul back to Inevitable, but we've worked on taming the island."

From what the captain described, the Prothem had spread across all of Aegos, small as the initial realm was, they had settled the islands they had found, excluding Inevitable, and they'd continue to spread and thrive as they advanced their ships and trade routes.

True to his word, four days later Sheer Shores rose up on the horizon. It was just as the name described, a sheer rock wall a hundred feet high. At the top of the granite cliffs a handful of huts could be seen. More impressive than the small dwelling visible was the amount of rigging and catwalks that had been erected along the face of the cliff. Along these creaking and swaying planks and ropes Prothemi were climbing and scurrying along the scaffolding. Crates were being hoisted up by ropes and in other places logs were being lowered down. All of it was the picture of busy enterprise.

Medios had rushed to the side of the ship and was looking out over this new island with wide-eyed delight. In the distance there was a sudden snap and one of those heavy logs went plunging down, smashing through catwalks and sending Prothemi diving to escape being crushed. Back on the ship Medios let out a howl of laughter and slapped the railing of the ship in his mirth.

Typh disregarded the mischievous antics of his younger brother and turned his attention to the Captain.

"Thank you for ferrying us this far. We shall take some time to walk amongst you all here and see what the Promethi have accomplished. When will you be disembarking again and where is your next destination?"

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Once he had squared away with the Captain he moved to Medios.

"Medios let us see what there is to see at this Sheer Shores that the Promethi have created. Try not to destroy anything essential or endanger their lives over much. Misfortune is a powerful dominion but if you abuse it then the mortals may yet turn against you. Which would be more than a bit upsetting for your older brother."

Typh knew he could blanket the entire island with his favor and neutralize any misfortune that Medios might bring but that was not the point of his existence. Misfortune was a part of life, both here on Aegos and in the wider cosmos. Had that catwalk been secured properly for its load and well-maintained it would not have snapped under such a casual exertion of Medios' power. Of course from his conversations with the captain Medios was seen as the agent of such chaos, creating ill-tides where there were none; a partial truth at best.

"We're taking a shipment of lumber back to Hearth, we'll be docked for a week and then set sail on the seventh day with the tide." The Captain shared as his crew guided the ship to the dock. Their expertise was full display as the able bodied sailors nimbly leapt from the deck to the pier and began secure the vessel.

Approaching his younger brother, Typh found Medios full of eager enthusiasm. It took a few tries to get his full attention. Then Medios listened, but he looked perplexed. "Why would you care if the mortals turn against you? What can they do? They're only mortals. They exist for us to play with! Why are you so attached to them?" The younger god of fortune asked with genuine curiosity.

As the two spoke they disembarked. The rickety scaffolding pier was in an uproar as the Prothemi flocked to the place damaged by the falling log. In the chaos they didn't even notice the pair of divinities that had wandered in their presence. The two were able to walk up the catwalks all the way to the rough settlement at the top of the cliff without their presence being noted.

At the top of the cliff there was a constant wind to rustle their hair and cool their skin beneath the hot midday sun. The village was rough. It was not new, that was evidenced by the old overgrown tree stumps and foliage creeping up some of the huts, but this village was clearly not intended to be a proper settlement. It was a working town. Axes, saws and ropes were everywhere. This was a logging town. Huge stacks up felled jungle trees lay beyond the huts more were being brought in even as Typh watched. This was an engine of progress, Sheer Shore clearly fed the need for resources back home, whether that was for buildings, tools, or the many ships that the Prothemi clearly demanded.

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But Typh had been working hard during his time since waking. He had been studying the art of changing minds, of altering opinions, or softening resistance. He'd come to new insights into the skill of Persuasion. This had echoed through the World Tree. The efforts had left an indelible mark, one that would carry forward. This was the legacy that Typh was leaving.

Obtained: Legacy of Persuasion due to being the first god to reach Persuasion Rank 1

Talked Out of His Own Skin: Typh could put all his persuasive abilities to work and convince one entity of anything. It would only work once, but he could convince another entity to give up its most prized possession, or give up a value it holds dear, to start or stop a war. Anything. This could only be done once and it would never be secret, even if there were no witnesses. Tales of this silver tongued exploit would ring throughout the tree.
Benefit: Convince one NPC to do something. (Only works once. The story will forever linger.)

Convince Fate: Persuade the fates to make an event come to pass. It will do so, though when precisely it will come to pass and what exact form the prophecy will take will vary, but the spirit of the prophecy will be fulfilled.
Benefit: Declare a single sentence prophecy.

The Yet-To-Be-Written Legacy: Or devise your own legacy. This will impact every realm of this world tree. It must relate to persuasion in some manner. Discuss the specifics with the GM first.

Typh gave a Medios a pleasant smile as he placed his hand on his younger brothers head.

"That is a great question younger brother. Allow me a moment to reflect on my answer."

With that they moved through Sheer Shores until they reached the top of the cliff and looked out at the bustling town and its signs of progress. There Typh stood with his younger brother and contemplated their role in the world and what it meant to have the mortals not turn against them. When he finally did speak he did so with a voice of calm certainty.

"I have an answer for you. We don't care if the mortals turn against us because they can harm us. Even if they did manage to kill us we would return from death in time and our power is such that they and their descendants would pay the price of such a transgression. No we care for the mortals and what they think of us because it is our nature."

He turned to Medios then, looking at him in his eyes.

"You and I bear a great responsibility. We have been rightful empowered by the World Tree as divinities. We have been set apart from the mortal and ephemeral forces of reality and given stewardship over the literal hands of destiny, fate, and chance. We are the two halves of the great engine of change. To this end we have been given a world, a people, in which to guide and empower. To fail at that task, to allow them to turn against us, is a violation of our essential being."

"Does that make sense to you?"

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Typh claims Convince Fate
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Medios listened as Typh explained his fondness for the Prothemi. Whatever the younger gods feelings towards mortals, it was clear that the young god of fortune held his brother in high esteem. He tapped a finger against his ruddy copper lips and looked thoughtfully across quaint logging camp. It was a long contemplative silence that stretched on for long moments. "I don't feel the same urge from the World Tree that you do brother," Medios finally said. Looking at the mortals, there was no fondness in Medios' eyes, nor was there hate. He regarded them like the rocks or the sky or the trees. "Mortals are weak, they're frail, they're always running about because they know their time is so short. What is there to empower? It's clear that they're here to amuse and entertain us, they're good for little else than that to be sure!"

The gods arrival had gone unnoticed, but it couldn't remain that way for long. Prothemi were slowing in their tasks about the camp and starting to gather. They recognized the spark of the divine that emanated from Typh and his brother. Whispers were starting up as the Prothemi recognized Typh from tales that had been passed down despite the fact that centuries had passed. They also recognized Medios and the chatter was far darker as they regarded the Cursed One. The younger god of fortune recognized their unease and his wide smile returned.

"Lord Typh, is that you?" asked one of the loggers, voicing what the others had been wondering.

Typh gave a slight inclination of head to Medios to indicate that he understood his perspective.

"We are each called more strongly to different things I believe. Still there is some truth to your words my brother. The mortals are quite frail indeed but in their frailty, those fleeting sparks of their lives, there is the power to catch the worlds aflame."

As the Promethi began to gather Typh welcomed them with a pleasant, placid smile. The way they looked on Medios still stirred cold fury in his spirit but he would have to accepted that Medios was to them as rain to open flame. They feared him on a primitive level but did not yet see how the rain grew the trees which would fuel fires in the years and decades to come. How limited their sight truly was.

Still when one of the loggers spoke he responded in kind.

"Yes it is I. I have returned from my long slumber and have come to Steep Shores to see the fruits of your labors. You have done much in my absence my children."

"Setting the world aflame is okay," Medios replied, "But setting mortals ablaze is even better, the sounds they make are hilarious!"

When Typh confirmed his identity excitement ran through the crowd and the whispers grew louder. The logger who had unwittingly made himself the spokesman when he asked his question looked uncomfortable as the Prothemi regarded him, their eyes urging him to reply. "Well, uh, that's very kind of Lord Typh," he said awkwardly, "I mean, this is just a logging camp and all. It really isn't all that much," he said, tugging at the hem of his tunic neck awkwardly. "Though we did put a lot of work into the rigging so we could get up and down the cliff, that took some doing. Shame about the accident..." he paused and his eyes widened and looked towards Medios and made a connection. Swallowing audibly he continued, "but we had to do something. In the first few years we were just tossing the trees over the side. We sank a few ships that way and broke even more trees on the rocks below. Now we've got a system down though. The best wood of Aegos is harvested here. All the shipwrights at Hearth say so." The crowd puffed at the assertion, clearly they took pride in the work they did here. Medios rolled his eyes but didn't comment.

From this vantage one had a good view of most of Steep Shores. The island was half the size of Inevitable, but was densely covered in jungles. The efforts of the lumberjacks here had cleared several hundred feet of jungle, but it would be several generations before they had any risk of clearing the entire island, at least at the rate they were going. The trees themselves were massive things, so wide that it would take ten Prothemi to wrap their arms around the largest of the trunks.

Typh listened and nodded along pleasantly as the unofficial spokesperson detailed to him what they had been up to. He made no indication of surprise or sorrow at mention of the accident. Perhaps it would be a valuable lesson and perhaps it would be considered an act of malice by Medios; only time would tell.

"It all sounds quite impressive to me. It was not long ago that the Promethi once spent their days on Hearth yearning for lands beyond their reach, bound to the land, and then slaves to the surf. But now you have multiple colonies, ships with sails, and your numbers have grown."

"I am pleased."

He then paused, looking off into the distance where he knew Inevitable to be.

"I have just created...a reward of sorts. The island of Inevitable has long been seen as a place of great trial and misfortune since even before my slumber and most certainly following the awakening of my brother divinity Medios. A graveyard of lost ships wreathes it's coast and the remnants of a fledgling settlement molder just beyond that.

"I have decided to repurpose a part of its legacy and have created a portal there. One which can take those brave and skilled enough to navigate the seas to Inevitable, face the hazards of its jungles, and blaze a path into the Labyrinth of Elements which lay beyond its portal. Beyond it there are great trials, dangerous creatures, and the possibility for treasures and power unimagined."

He paused for a moment considering how he might bait this hook and benefit from it himself.

"Any may venture into this Labyrinth and benefit from its spoils as they can reap them. However those who bring the greatest of their spoils to me shall receive a great boon."

There was a stir amongst the crowd as the words from Typh echoed his challenge to the Prothemi all those centuries ago. The tale of that challenge and what it resulted in had echoed down through Prothemi culture. Hearing this now was like experiencing a childhood tale come to life. The lumberjacks murmured excitedly to one another. The historical overtone to the challenge seemed to have dissipated the misgivings about the dangers of Inevitable. Obviously these challenges came with dangers, just as the initial voyage to Far Shores had, that was part of the story.

"Well, that... that's really something." the groups spokesperson said, eloquence not being one of his natural strengths. "We'll have to send word back to Hearth. Kaymen will want to know about it, I hear he's been bored since all the seas got explored. It's on Inevitable you say?"

"There's a gateway on my island?" Medios asked in surprise as this was news to him as well. "Are there other mortals there too?"

The announcement of the challenge had sent the camp into a flurry of activity. Small groups were talking excitedly amongst themselves and the news could be seen spreading to the cliffside and down the catwalks. In short order the word of a new challenge would reach the sailors still on their ships.

OOC: You'll want to visit Inevitable and physically place the gateway in order to establish it! Also be sure to let me know what Prophecy you want to convince fate to enact. Those things take time to cook.

Otherwise let me know if you just planned to wait out this challenge or if you're going anywhere else in the meantime.

Typh nodded to the spokesperson.

"It will be within the season. I will need to venture there myself to finalize its placement and make the island...suitable for the challenge."

While the mortals spoke among themselves Typh turned to address his brother. At his words his normal pleasant smile faded somewhat, a slight tinge of sadness tracing themselves across his features.

"Your island Medios?"

He didn't address the latter question. More curious to see his brothers response on the matter of ownership of one island.
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Medios seemed perplexed by the emphasis of the words Typh chose. "Certainly my island, I was born there and lived there. For whom else would it be?"

Securing passage on a ship back to Inevitable would take some doing, but eventually the God of Fortune would be able to return and establish the portal he'd obtained. Once it was placed then the challenge would truly be at hand and the matter would be left to the devices of the Prothemi.

Typh doesn't elect to answer the question posed, only nodding his head in understanding.

"There are no other mortals on Inevitable as it stands. For the moment I have the potential to put the portal wherever I wish it. I simply felt that Inevitable could stand to be a more productive island. If mortals had to brave its shores to reach the Labyrinth it would give you ample opportunity to challenge them with misfortune."

He then shrugged.

"Of course if that doesn't sound appealing to you I can always place the portal elsewhere. I was born on Hearth so perhaps I should return there and place portal within its reaches. It would most certainly increase the number of challengers."

Medios didn't seem put off by the notion of the gateway. "Oh no, if you want to put the portal there that's fine," the younger God of Fortune said agreeably. "I thought you meant there was already a portal on my island and I was wondering how I'd missed it during all those years! With more mortals arriving there would be a great many more games to play." The prospect certainly did not seem unpleasant for Medios.

Not far off there was the sound of something getting dropped with a crash, then swearing as a fire sprang to life from the accident. A flurry of a half dozen Prothemi rushing to beat at it with blankets and douse it with water extinguished the sudden blaze, but didn't dampen the wide smile that the 'accident' had brought to Medios' face.

Typh nods in understanding. Medios' mischievous ways would likely ensure all manner of mayhem and misfortune to those who challenged the Labyrinth. He'd have to persuade his younger brother to adhere to some code of conduct but for the interim he needed to complete his circuit. So Typh spoke to Medios.

"I'll be extending my fortune over this place for the interim, at least until we leave for Hearth and then ultimately back to Inevitable. I believe the mortals have been riled enough for one visit and their will be time to challenge them soon enough."

Assuming Medios didn't lodge any firm complaints Typh did as he said and blanket Steep Shores with Typh's Favor. When the week's time passed he withdrew his favor and boarded the captains ship once more to travel to Hearth.