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The people of Oceania were growing with each day. Every one of them now knew how to make good use of bows and arrows now due to the intense practice with these weapons. The priestesses were keeping the moral up for both men and women as words of the war between Bellegar and Chath reached their ears and made for intense discussions. A few of the more enlightened priestesses even started writing down chronicals of what was going on in distant lands since they really did began to master the art of writing.

An interesting blessing had befallen the people of Oceania. One day, a young hunter who was making his way through the forests had spotted a strange herd of flying buffalos over the treetops. With that tale he hurried as fast as he could to the First Priestess describing them in detail and, due to his archery skill, even managed to bring a trophy of these creatures home. The priestess immediately went to the temple to ask the goddesss about this strange being and consult. The Lady Morganna nodded in full understanding of the matter and explained that these were creatured fabricated by the wind goddess, a figure not many had known of until now. She had instructed the priestess to tell all hunters that these were creatures that could be of great use to the brothers and sisters of Oceania. They would make meals of their meat, use their skins as material for armors and bones for other useful tools and weapons (like tools to help with farming, fishing, cooking tools and so forth as well as knives and perhaps tips for their arrows when sharpened enough – though metal would always be preferable). The made armors from these skins would be crafter in three layers to provide better protection for the wearer. All the brothers and sisters were invited to use their imagination as to what these materials could be put to use to.

The Lady Morganna had heard every word that Chath had directed to her about her assault and she was slightly pleased that he had understood her message. However, she was not about to become lax in under circumstances as far as matters like these went. She projected to Chath a reply that said the following – “My brother, as a token of your new found respect for water I request you build a shrine in my name, in Lady Morganna’s name, in the town of Katar on the shores of the sea. As proof of my kindness and generosity you shall also have a healer that will bring with it the recipe of poison curing. But be aware, the leaves that cure needs do not grow in your desert land and you shall appoint a small number of your people to gather them and help tend to the shrine, which will be the main healing base. In return, I shall not destroy the town of Katar and I expect the same from you and your people. They are not to touch my city and my people.” She knew this was a reasonable offering and she was, to some extent, glad for the sake of mankind that her brother finally responded to reason.

The power of Morganna had grown enough to make another extremely valuable gift to her people. The titan. She gave word that the people of Oceania should gather just outside the city and be prepared for the miracle that was about to take place. She appeared, as usual, in her beautiful garments and undeniably amazing presence and spread out her arms as to embrace her people as she spoke...
“My brothers and sisters... on this blessed day I give to you the most powerful protector the world has seen. Accept it with your open hearts in utter adoration to me.” Perfect sparkling mists arose from her open palms like pearls in sunlight colored by the amazing power they held and slowly merging in front of the goddess to take a yet unrecognisable shape. Deep blue gigantic ribbons of the purest water started to wrap around what now seemed to look like an enormous snake figure. As the making was completed, the titan lifted its head towards the sky and let out a deep, penetrating hiss that sounded like “Ssssaaaah”.

“I give to you, my beloved people, ... Leviathan!”

The people were so awestruck that none would even gather themselves to cheer or thank the goddess. This being were surging with power and potential, not to mention this was the most biggest thing they had ever layed their eyes upon. But this creature, Leviathan, was half as impressive as it was strong. In times of need, his water body would be able to turn into crystalised ice as hard as the hardest of minerals, it could, in need, freeze the land completely underneith it and around it when needed and it would be able to spurt massive quantities of water... poisoned water... or great ice lances when in combat with foes. Leviathan would never hurt his own people and would patrol bettween the settlements of the water people, making his presence known and reminding all that the Lady Morganna was with them, for them, protecting them.

Regaining their composure, the people cheered and chanted the name of their goddess countless times until the even the land seemed to hum the same tune of utter adoration and worship.

But the Lady was not yet done. After the intense experience of making Leviathan, she instructed her people to build two cities under the name of Morganna. One would be called Dew-neth and would be placed in between the triangle of rivers, more to the west of Oceania and it would be populated by hunters, warriors and especially craftsmen, all forming their particular houses and keeping the structure of Oceania, along with a shrine in the heart of this city. Another city would be formed just north of the lagoon that existed south west of Oceania and this one would be called Linae. In this city some of the fisherman would come, along with the specific houses that would be present in Dew-neth. A shrine would be built in the center of this city as well.
There was one last gift the Lady wanted to make her people and this time it was especially for her archers. She created in the rivers surrounding her cities a special type of crocodile creature, much faster than an ordinary croc, with six legs, thick hide that would be very hard to penetrate and of course, jaws completed with three rows of extremely sharp and poisonous fangs. Their tails would be completed with pin-point spikes that in temselves would be dangerous to any being. There were to be trained and took as hunting pets, valuable allies and worthy companions of Lady Morganna’s archers. This would ease hunting and add a special touch of dangerous when enemies encountered her people...

The Lady Morganna had given her people her blessings from her very core...and they had rewarded her generosity with unmoving adoration...