Another ancient being slain. Another danger removed from this world. The world grows safer and safer with every action. We grow stronger as well. We three, life, earth, and artificial life. This world is being shaped slowly by our hands. We have come this place as shadows and now walk it as slayers of those who hold iron dominion over it. This world will one day be fit for mortals.... I thank you friends for aiding me in this battle. Truly this was my fight and I know you did not have to come. I pledge to follow you into your battles as you have accompanied me into mine. I thank you.
I ask, what shall we do now?While we plan our next move I create my race. They have no name of their own as I see them as my children. They are simply the Managonians.
(Wall of text for the GM, just thought I'd do it IC even though we discussed it a while back).
I craft first the Great Pale Flesh. An expanse of pale featureless flesh, much like myself, which grows slowly over time by magic, but faster when fed the dead. All come from the Flesh, all return to the flesh, their life unending. This is the heart of my people. I then craft the Shapers from the Great Pale Flesh. They are roughly in my image, white eyeless humanoids who have within them the power to shape the Pale Flesh. Each one is forged by the hands of another and each of them have slightly varying styles of shaping. Some are delicate, others heavy handed, and each slightly different due to the style used by their flesh-father. They have no need for worldly things beyond what they can make from the Flesh. This makes them seem odd to other mortals, yet their kindness towards those who are different from them is universal. They have a love of art and design, born into each of them, which develops into their style of Shaping. Art and beauty are major themes within their society. They are a kind and reclusive people who live lives unfearing of death and unneeding of the normal aspects of life, yet they do not bar those who are different from them, instead they often wish to share with them their lives and ideals.
I place them on the edge of the Grey Lands and the Eastern Jungle where they shall live in harmony with the Vorchen of Kakarix who have claim to most of the jungle. My own Vorchen will live among them creating new and wonderful offspring, until the day it dies and joins the Flesh so that he may be reborn in another. On the edge of these two lands they begin to craft their living city of Pale Flesh and bone. It is white and elegant, but to many strange and otherworldly. These people of mine were not exactly alive nor dead, but something artificial and in-between. As was their maker. Every aspect of their lives comes from the Pale Flesh; buildings, food, objects, and the people all are bone from the flesh and will return to the flesh one day. This is how it began and this is how it shall always be.
but at least you know you're in the same boat as the rest of us.
