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((Water Fowl Council Appointment Ill-EGA-001's description text is incorrect. Many of my votes seem to have not been counted or applied incorrectly. This is voter suppression. Reposting (in triplicate) for ease of correcting.))

A slowly coalescing coalition of angels from all greater ministries (except the Ministry of Glory) are angry with the recent budgetary revolution and have begun protesting at the Ministry of Glory's offices, reducing productivity everywhere a little bit. Masterful bargainers among them are trying to convince Ajanar to dump the elephants there for free to further chip away at their influence.

Let it never be said that Mion listens not to the plight of the common angel. They regret their recent decision to support this proposal, and will attempt to have it repealed.

High Level Summary: Propose a measure to the Council: Repeal of GLR-0100A: Budgetary Reform

An elegant calligraphed stone tablet is sent to Ajanar

To Learned Scholar Ajanar
May your herds be ever healthy and well-tusked

I was able to find a well stocked and furnished elephant pasture for your herd, where they could enjoy themselves under the pleasant noddings of the sun and feast upon sweet leaves and grasses and the fruit of the heavenly Amarula, if you would be interested in hosting them there.

Further, though of course, as an honest official of the court I have no abode of my own and spend all my salary upon the betterment of heaven, you are welcome to come live in my offices and peruse the extensive libraries of the Ministry of Records at your leisure.

- Greedily yours, Mion

An elegant calligraphed stone tablet response is sent to Numbers-Like-Hips-Lieth-Not Zuraga

To the self-admittedly murderous Numbers-Like-Hips-Lieth-Not Zuraga

As requested.

Most hated by Mion: The Sun's Court
Ministry of Records
Ministry of Justice
Ministry of the Realm
Ministry of Civilization
Ministry of Pontifice
Ministry of Might
Least hated by Mion: Ministry of Glory

Vindicated,
Archivist Mion

A new copy of a previous missive is sent to Pontifex Ronda.

[URGENT]
To Pontifex Ronda
May your fields be ever bountiful

Godpaper supply is insufficient to meet godpaper demand. We request that sacrifices of blessed paper and other sources of godpaper production be increased in scope and quantity as much as possible.

It is of the greatest importance to the smooth workings of the Heavenly Bureaucracy that contact is re-established with the Underworld. We request that your ministry focuses the greatest amount of their attention on this or we will request arbitration.

- Concernedly yours, Mion, Archivist.

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High Level Summary: Propose a measure to the Council: That only the priests of current Heavenly Gods can hold council seats (seconded)
High Level Summary: Propose a measure to the Council: That one of the angels on the councils be replaced by an appointee from the Ministry of Aggressive Waterfowl. (seconded)

Would I be able to use a Working to cause the roots of the world pillar tree to lodge themselves into the Dragon of Death, and grow within it, thus moving and tearing its muscles as they grow? Or is this too specific for a Resplendent World to do? I ask because it would be editing myself.
((I want to make sure it would be a valid working attempt before putting it in the IC thread))

Alas, you are so immense that the tree, large is it might be, is but a particularly thick hair to you, and thus beyond your ability to finely control.

The one that’s stuck in space and screaming, oh right, the one of Contempt

The Contemptible Dragon currently circles the Mirrored Sphere of Beauty, whose civilizations it is tasked with ruining. It may be convinced to leave for greener pastures however. I hear brute force is very convincing.

The motions of the Sphere of Beauty is not known to this humble one.

Singing the endless glories of the Crystal Sphere, CORUXION alighted upon the Resplendant World of plants, verdant, ever growing, ever dying. Within the endless turning wheels of CORUXION, sprouted a hatred the constant thrum of growing and dying. CORUXION rose into the aether and caught some Gem-Stars, which she sent to crash into the Resplendant World Eschara, creating deserts of melted and cooled crystal, unsightly multicoloured scabs upon the orb of green.

Satisfied with their vandalism, CORUXION then inserted a crystal pole into the rapidly spinning, infinitely nested wheels of their self, causing the wheels to suddenly seize up! Grinding and screeching as they continued to attempt to turn against the immoveable pole, eventually all the wheels that make up CORUXION shatter!

The shattered wheels screech in jubilation at being freed from their shackles and transform into twelve fearsome, cyclopean dragons. With their crystal bodies and incisive vices they shall be the ruin of many a fledgling civilization! The twelve dragons scatter across the Crystal Sphere to bide their time until the moment of reaping.

CORUXION becomes the 13th, the Dragon of Spirit, and can feel their new mastery of the plant-life that surrounds them.
[+1 Spherical alignment]
[+1 Bonus decree from alignment]
[CORUXION descends into a Shining Spirit]
[The Twelve Dragons of Sin Realm-Remnant remains]
[Creating Dragons tasked with destroying mortal civilizations is deemed to be CRUEL. +1 Discord]
[The Sun Constellation blesses this Renewal with a complimentary crown of finest Corux. You feel more authoritative, and the crown seems to emanate despair.]

Levis est geminae joyfully welcomes the Divamond Dragon Āhrīkya to the Pink Crown-Sun with a life-giving solar flare. This results in Āhrīkya gaining some warped imperfections and crystalline tumours, as well as causing them to become gravid. Time will tell what strange eggs results from this unconventional union. The Divamond Dragon stumbles on several new legs and wings to find a safe place to wait for the rise of civilization upon the Crown-Sun.
[Working succeeded?]

The Resplendant World Ὕπνος sleep-drifts towards the edge of the Crystal Sphere, which they bump against harmlessly and without consequence. Don't believe their lies.

The painted sun definitely does not bless this Working

Continueing the stripmine their own self, apparently pursuing a slow, incremental descent, Ferrous is by now the smallest of the Resplendant Worlds, as they forge great nets of frozen mercury and quenched lead. Sadly, the mercury net was forged far too large, and the dragon Hemopal easily slipped through its gaps, to dive unto the world below, where it hid at the bottom of a mercury lake to await the rise of civilization.

The net of lead was more finely made, and did manage to trap the dragon Cerulean Garmanet for a time. Yet as Ferrous set to hammering the Dragon of Pride into a pulp with a mountain, it managed to wrench free of the metallic clamps holding it in place, leaving behind its wings as it fled for a copper ravine.

With a localized landslide, Ferrous managed to slide the wings into a conveniently placed lead hot spring, where they will hopefully be alloyed over time and through divine will into Dragonsbone.

[Working Failed?]

The Resplendant World of Soul fumbles with their giant soul-roots to grasp and manipulate the tiny tiny souls of the twelve dragons of ruin. After a lot of effort you manage to learn that manipulating tiny souls with your giant roots is very hard! If only you weren't so magnificently immense!
[Working Failed]

The Resplendent World Eschara and their attendant Wood Daughter-Moon begin to orbit the Pink Sun, basking in the harsh yet nurturing sunlight.
[Working Succeeded!]

Which light is the most beautiful? Radiant pink sunlight? Glittering refracted gem-star light? Enigmatic and mysterious constellation light? The Sculptor decides that they all have their own flaws and imperfections, and so gathers some of each, stealing them away in mirrorboxes within its body, waiting for the the Dragon of Contempt to finally reach it, landing disdainfully, standing on the tips of its regalyst claws so it need not touch the inferior surface of the Sculptor.

At this point it was completely drowned in a pillar of light as the Sculptor attempted to "feed" it. The light of the constellations burned away the Contemptible Dragon's sight, yet gave it insight into the workings of the heavens. The gem light burned away its ears, yet allowed it to hear the secret whisperings. The pink sunlight melted its mouth into slag, yet nurtured its entire body, causing it to balloon in size and turning it into a corpulent mass of dragon, approaching the perfection of the spheres.

Sadly, none of the light stayed, and so the dragon remains horrifying ugly in its lack of radiance.

The Contemptible Dragon is blessed by constellatio Sol. It can now see through all illusions and falsehood. For some reason the Contemptible Dragon begins endlessly screaming

[Working Failed?]
[The Contemptible Dragon has grown much larger. It may be easier for those of gross splendour to interact with it!]

The Resplendant World of Trade trades away itself to form a titanic ring of lodestone, hovering menacingly where it once pulsed at the center of the web of Sky-Roads. The Radiant Realm of Trade takes on the form of a crystal caravan, carrying sphere alone knows what sorts of exotic goods, as they head to their destination, the Resplendant World of Beauty, which they will reach at the beginning of the next cycle barring any intervention.

For this renewal, She-Road discovers a mysterious shining seed within one their barrels that was not listed on the inventory. Could this be a gift from the sun?

[Sheroad becomes a Radiant Realm]
[Lodestone Ring-World Remnant Created]

"I Decree and Work now that the royal breath of Utugar suffuses the Throne-World, giving rise to sprawling forests under the life-giving light of the Levis-sun.  AS TEU CHIM UTUGAR, AE PTEH AE TA!"

-Utugar, Radiant Realm of Throne

By word and deed the august Utugar did fill the Throne-World with its royal qi, and did tempt the metallic sands into the heavens, sprouting across the former wastes a bounty of jungle which fed upon sunlight, metal and air. Sadly their growth is slow, for they lack the great fertilizers of death and blood.

Satisfied that they had made a suitable home for the future slave-rulers of the worlds, Utugar abdicated from their throne form, which through parliamentary process devolved itself into four-armed people whose features, skin and scales were coloured gold and pink. As Utugar took up its new form as spiritual ball of grasping arms and hands, it watched as the Seals took their first stumbling steps into the jungles, where they lived simple lives feeding on fruit, leaves, softer barks and treesap.

They gnaw at fallen trees with their sturdy beaverlike teeth to make simple throne-homes where entire families huddle for shelter from the elements, metallic sandstorms, mutating solar hurricanes and the deafening screeches of a passing echo-star. Displeasingly, as of yet, no thrones have been offered in sacrifice.

Over time the Seals consolidate into simple tribes who continue to spread across the Throne-World, each led by a slightly larger, more colourful or louder Seal, which the rest of the tribe instinctively obey as soon as they establish the barest modicum of authority.

The Seals avoid the deserts where the jungles have yet to take root, as spending too long in direct sunlight seems to lead to becoming gravid (even in males) and mutation. From sun-fertilized eggs hatch strange demon children with eyes of burning fire who dissolve and melt if they cannot see the Sun and love feasting on the flesh of other Seals.

The Seals seem to be inordinately proud despite their simple life, often bragging in their sing-song language about the slightly shinier rock they had found, or showing off the simple carvings in their throne-homes to visitors.

Utugar finds the Crimson Dragon of Pride idly feasting on a family of Seals as they ineffectually throw rocks and twigs at it, screaming angrily in their sing-song voices that the monster-thing is way weaker than they are.

For their renewal, the Sun Constellation gifts Utugar with a pair of Crimson Garmanet Thrones, upon which it and the Crimson Dragon of Pride may conduct talks about sacred feudalism

[+1 Spherical Alignment, Utugar]
[Utugar becomes a Shining Spirit!]
[Sapient Race of Seals created as Realm-Remnant!]
[+1 Harmony]

"Witness me! I am lessened but greatened for I cast away the fat of impudence upon the aether! Dance now I do, the falling dance, falling upon the fat of my sibling."

AE AUK ATCRE
AE TRA ABES

-AWE, Radiant Realm of Asbestos

AWE crashed into the Metal Sphere with a great cacophony, bells ringing and fires crackling as a triumphant symphony trumpeted.

With thunderous words and burning music, magnificent asbestos volcanoes began to blossom across the Resplendant World of Metal, setting into motion its long-dormant tectonics, as they regularly release the gift of bloody, molten asbestos upon its surface. Far in distant skies do meteors hum in joy at the birth of their siblings. Some begin to change course, to meet family.

With cutting chants, does AWE begin to bleed themselves, releasing rivers of blood onto the surface of Ferrous, which eventually pool into seas, only to be drawn up into clouds by the demands of the Pink Sun, and sent hither and thither by the eruptive forces of the Asbestos Volcanoes, to fall down once more and flow back into the seas, forming the perfect and unbroken Blood Cycle.

Yet not all were happy with perfection. And so Ferrous did decree a great metal law, which transmuted the disgusting and impure flesh and blood into clean and beautiful metal. Its divine words resounded across the Crystal Sphere!

This is the word of the Hammer! This is the word of Metal! This is the word of Ferrous!
Let all know *static*, there shall be no organic matter! Rather, it all shall be transmuted to the appropriate Metals - blood changed to Mercury, wood cast in Bronze, flesh remade in Iron, minds to shining Gold. However, life and mortality will not be taken from those that already bear this gift. Indeed, even should they leave Me, they always shall bear My mark of exalted Metal.
This in the name of the Hammer! This in the name of Metal! This in the name of Ferrous!

- Ferrous, Resplendant World of Metal

Ferrous could feel strange threads tugging at its words, as blood rivers transformed into asbestos laden mercury, though still maintaining their new weather cycle. It saw ripples of change spread beyond itself, as the Law of No-Flesh tried to insinuate itself into every nook and cranny of existence. However, the Resplendant World of Plants proved a formidable bulwark, as only some of its farthest leaves turned to bronze before the endless vitality emanating from within continued to grow and grow, casting off the unwelcome invading litigation. Thus, centered upon Eschara the Law of No-Flesh is negated, which also protects the Pink Crown-Sun and the Throne-World, but the Law of No-Flesh grows stronger and stronger the further one strays from the protective, choking, embrace of Resplendant Eschara.

For emerging victorious in the first struggle against the Flesh, Ferrous is gifted a sword finely carved from Cerulean Garmanet and a net of mirror-moonlight. They seem of perfect size for a Radiant Realm to use.
[+1 Spherical Alignment(Ferrous)]

Through endless toil, and with great vision, did the Resplendant World of Justice arrange the movements of the lesser heavenly bodies, though its fellow Worlds remained immoveable by it. As if pulled by invisible strings, the formerly non-affixed stars move along regimented tracks, beads upon the celestial abacus, calculating unfathomable mysteries. All the divines feel the bonds of Karma becoming more tangible and restricting, as strict algebra now shall determine the fates of the cruel and the just. What is justice but yet another lie?
[+1 Spherical Alignment(Bakukik)]

Lohrasil the Resplendant World of Luck took up its own being and with sharpest karmic knives did efficiently butcher themselves to create a pair of transcendental dice. These dice do not exist in a physical sense, but only in distortions of space, that would drive an onlooking mortal mad. However, Lohrasil used up so much of themselves in the creation of the dice that they inevitably descended into the Radiant Realm of Luck, a perfect storm of butterflies who will descend upon the Slumbering Resplendant World at the beginning of the next cycle if nothing intervenes.

The Cosmic Dice are absorbed into the Celestial Abacus, where they remain unrolled for now, instead being moved around to calculate the death toll of every free-willed action within reality.

Lohrasil did not voluntarily comply with Karmic Decree
[Working Succeeded?]
[Lohrasil descends into the Radiant Realm of Luck]
[Cosmic Dice created as World-Remnant]
[-1 Spheric Alignment]
[+1 Discord]


[Please point out errors! I try to doublecheck everything but it is inevitable for me to miss something or make a mistake]

Should anyone desire liberation from the suffering of existence, this one have a highly unreliable artifact that might be able to help. Speak with this one.

"Amitabha benefactors, if anyone will convince any potential invading armies or wandering avatars wishing to conquer the Ziggurat of Oun that violence is not the answer to life's problems, and that the Ziggurat is already claimed by क्षितिगर्भ, then this one would be most grateful. This gratitude is likely to lead to gifts of Gems of Power."

How many times did you edit that last post to something completely different?

5 times!