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The people of the coast were always a beacon of civilisation and it continued to act like it, their peaceful cities let man evolve free of warfare and strife for the most part. Their bellies full and their minds eager to take on whatever challenges their land presented. Though it presented few, food became even more of an abundance as the beakalo came in. It wasnt long before they were being hunted for sport as just a nuisance animal whenever they wandered close, not just their meat. With such bountiful supplies it was no surprise they had time to develope literature and chronicals of history.

They developed fine leather armour but also arts and crafts of their own, not the rustic and soulful jewlery and trinkets of the wind goddess people. But rather fine works of art, slowly created to form little statues of perfection or relics of devotion. Peace lead to many creative outbursts, espcially when the craftsmen could live out their lives and perfect such things in good health. Something more likely with Morgana's priestesses tending to the populace, allowing masters to arise in their various crafts. Long lives ment more time to practice after all.

Diplomacy also arose between the Chath and Morgana, a pact formed to benifit them both and ensure the peace of Katar. In return Morgana's envoy set off towards the desert and Katar, while many other envoys marched. A great exodus had begun, the surrounding villages of Morgana's Oceania were gathered up and sent off to their new locations lead by their houses. These formed the base for new cities, giving them a fixed population of decent size to begin. They brought with them much lumber from the holy woods, making sure to pay tribute to Bellegar before hand as they set to work. Two new cities began forming on their locations, both being constructed from the ground up although both started the same. A holy statue acting as a shrine in the centre, the image of Lady Morgana herself.

The world shook with the power the exodus, the largest effort of divine will had manifested itself in the form of a great avatar. A mighty water snake to watch over and defend the people of Morgana, it was a powerful creature. Strong enough to fight with a god even, strong enough to battle an army. It was a tremendous force and it showed the power of the gods at work, no doubt it would change the fate of the world in some way or form. Though dispite all this, it was undoubtly not going to be the first of its kind. An avatar of the gods was a powerful thing and no doubt many would seek to make their own.

Ripples of power spread out from this event and in their wake the croc's were breathed into existance. A dog like creature but born of the water, a simple but effective tool to serve the people of Morgana as hunting companions and war beasts. No doubt a few of them could easilly bring down a man if given half a chance. The people were primed to expand and thrive out across the land, with all the protection they could desire!

(Morgana level 1, Bellegar 3)