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Life returned quickly to the oceans of the world and fish repopulated them once more, all tribes and villages near the coast prospered from this in a multitude of ways. More fish ment more food and a healthier and stronger people, not to mention those who prayed to the sea seemed to have greater luck with their catch. It became local tradition in many places to make offerings to the sea at shrines before a fishing trip for safety and prosperity. Many places hadnt yet heard the name of Zaroth but the sea they knew all the same, a might tempest of nature that all could worship.

However times had indeed changed, for as Zaroth took to the land for the first time in an age everyone who saw him couldnt deny his existance. Even weakened on the land as he was his great body carved up paths for the water to follow in, spreading his influence and giving him a greater presense on the land. For every where that the water touched, people often moved to live near it. A village by a river did well and a simple offering to the great seperent ment food for all.

The land was truly shaped by the creature, progress was slow for certain and it was still only close to the coast and worming quite litrally inwards. The stories were rampent though, not only of the great serpent but also his tales of a fire doom that stalked the land. Rumours of warriors in the main land that were to be feared and resisted, the red hand became the sign of the enemy the closer to the coast anyone came. War perhaps, was inevitable for the moment the Kurgen ventured out from the great plains and mainland they would surely encounter hateful resistance. River people and fishing communities whipped into a religious zeal and frenzy about any of those who worshipped the flame.

Waves of power came to Zaroth, a tough of his old glory as fame spread and his personal appearance inspiring all. Enough power even to create real life. But at what cost ? The seeds of war had been sown.