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After the Wyldeheart accepted the terms set with Zaroth, a river was carved into the forest, and it was not soon there after that the fish followed, though not to the amount that Zaroth's followers had been blessed with. Still there was enough to keep many people feed, and happy, and while he did not try to force his religion on the wild foke, he rewarded any who prayed to him beyond that which was expected. In time Zaroth would widen the river, and create small creeks, and waterfalls.

But for now his attention was with his own people, it was only a matter of time now before Khaine would be on them, and there was still so much to do. With the new plant life within the sea, Zaroth created Plankton, and after that he created the silven. The Silven were small, and very quick breeding fish, who swam around in swarms. Their main purpose had been to feed the Naga, who grew quickly, and require a large food supply, that grew with them.

He also set hard at work to teach his people of a great many things. He told them of stone cutting, how they could build walls around their city, and fortified bunkers. He sent people to the Wyldeheart's domain, over the great river on small boats, to learn how to make better bows, and arrows from wood.

He would also uphold his bargain with Wyldeheart. He told his people to pray to the Wyldeheart with each tree they planted, and in time they would learn how to grow rice to eat.

And finally he told them of the Naga, referring to them as his children, who would come to them at their hour of need. To the Naga, he told them of the humans, who like them revered him as a god, and honored his ways, as such they should be treated with respect. But then he told them of the Kurgan, or as he called them kinslayers, who burned, killed, or even enslaved people of their own kind, all in the name of a savage animal. There was no reason for these crimes, but for the vain fire god's ego, which now demanded the death of all those who worshiped Zaroth.

And so he asked them to go and collect the tin, and copper from the rivers, and leave it by the humans shore, where he'd teach the humans how to make bronze.

Zaroth also soon discovered, as his land was filling with life once more, he needed to create wonder onto the surface as well, as the sea. The first of which was the turtles, and frogs. Zaroth told his people to observe these creatures, and learn to swim as they did.

He then created the Verren, Zaroth's answer to Khaine's hounds. The Verren were scaled, four legged, omnivore, with long sharp teeth, and much like their canine counterparts, they were born hunters. While Verren had keen sense of smell, way above that of a human, it was not up to par with that of wolves. To compensate for this, the Verren were sensitive to sound, and when they could not see their prey, the Verren would starts emitting a low, but rapid clicking sound from their mouth's, allowing them to echolocate preys well beyond view, to the smallest motion of a single leaf. Like most creatures of Zaroth, the Verren were excellent swimmers, and while being land animals, could stay under water for long periods of time.

Zaroth said to the people to respect the Verren, train them to be companions, though Zaroth did not specify of what nature. If they believed the Verren were suited for war, fishing, or if some simply wanted one as a pet, was up to them.
After all, that was what made humans interesting. Their radical thinking, and seemingly endless imagination.

With time, as the his land grew thicker with life, Zaroth would create more creatures to inhabit it.

Then through the small rivers of the mountain, Zaroth spoke to his sister. "Greetings, dear sister." His voice was but a whisper, but he knew the wind would carry it. "I know what our brother have asked of you, but I beg you to ignore his offer. I do not believe you would send anyone to their death's, you are better then that. But I can see how his offer of peace might tempt you. You got your own people to look over, after all. But you know as well as I that our brother knows only war. If he destroys my city, you can rest assured that your people will soon share a similar fate. And that is no threat, dear sister. It is a warning. I will not ask for your peoples aid, nor for you to risk your creatures. I ask only, as a lover of peace, that if my brother do attack, you will blow the wind to our favor, let it guide my people's arrow's, so that they might defend all they hold dear."

The voice vanished, then reappeared in Khaine's land. "Brother. I will only tell you this once, attack me, and you will face your doom. My city is unlike anything your pathetic excuse of an army have ever faced before. Know that you will risk your entire army by attacking it. But also that even if you manage to breach my defenses, my last act, shall be to swallow your entire army into the sea..." The voice turned into a threatening hiss. "You know I am capable of this brother. I let the ocean have Azuna rather then let Death lay his filthy claws on it...And know that I hate you more then I ever hated him. For even Death have shown himself capable of self restraint, something you have never done, you single minded fool. And then I shall make your land run dry. There shall be no rain, where ever you go, and you will be forced to watch as what remains of your army withers away before your very eyes. You could of course go to our brother...But Are you capable of that? Can you bow, and beg him for aid? Would you allow your people to know you have so little strength on your own?"

His people were not warriors, but they were far from weak, and Khaine would soon know that it is far easier to defend, then attack.