Balancing Chaos
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Species Console
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Race: Arachne
-Upgrade-
Population: 100
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Status:
Average Lifespan: 100
Vitality: 10
Intelligence: 5
Potential: 40
Magic: 5
Fertility: 2
Special Traits/Abilities: Paralyzing Venom, Poison, Sticky-Threads, Dark Vision, Acid
Species Note: Cannot migrate after creating its lair. Permanent.
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Race: Goblins
-Upgrade-
Population: 20,000
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Status:
Average Lifespan: 30 years
Vitality: 15
Intelligence: 2
Potential: 30
Magic: 2
Fertility: 25
Special Traits/Abilities: Berserk, Pain Resistance, Fear Resistance, Bloodlust
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Race: Evolved : Elves - > Dark Elves
-Upgrade-
Population: 300
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Status:
Average Lifespan: 800 years (-200)
Vitality: 10 (+5)
Intelligence: 15 (+5)
Potential: 90
Magic: 25 (+5)
Fertility: 2 (-3)
Special Traits/Abilities: Magic Affinity, Red Mist (Selective), Night Vision, Heightened Senses
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Race: Brood Mother
-Upgrade-
Population: 10
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Status:
Average Lifespan: ***
Vitality: 20
Intelligence: 5
Potential: 40
Magic: 5
Fertility: 80
Special Traits/Abilities: Unnatural Fertility, Short-Range Telepathy, Execution
Species Note: Cannot migrate after creating its lair. Permanent.
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"Hm... Brood Mothers are useful for swarm tactics. But they can only produce creatures of lesser potential."
"And Dark Elves fall into the specialized species category, perhaps. Mages, assassins? Looks like this constant exposure to high-stress situations and combat increased their overall average as a species- but they lost some years off their life."
One Chaos Gene point was all he had, but no gene points, so he couldn't spawn any new creatures.
Genes, by themselves, didn't seem very helpful at this stage. As far as he could tell, they only increased potential and lifespan before the species in question required Special Gene points.
There were only seven Corrupted Dark Elves, which were simply Dark Elves that had gone berserk like goblins and gained control of the Red Mist.
Myra was not one of them. She remained a Dark Elf since she retained control of her mind, as did her children. But he didn't want to go shoving a Chaos Gene into her and potentially cause the extinction of the Dark Elves.
"I suppose I can just shove this Chaos Point into... what's her name? Selena?" Atlas mused, zooming into the organic biomass. It pulsed unnaturally, with many lumps containing unborn goblins slowly being nurtured.
"I need some way to control these Evil-Aligned creatures. Her traits look the best."
Every few hours, goblins would return with fresh food, regardless of whether it was night or day. At this point, she had no head- just a massive glob of flesh spread out across the cave that would fall upon an offering and slowly retract, leaving nothing behind.
It was pretty interesting to watch at times.
Pulling up her logs, she was the most unique compared to the other Brood Mothers she had birthed.
Selena could communicate with her creatures telepathically when they came within 400 meters of her cave- but she could also execute them telepathically.
Atlas was shocked at first to see this, and the reason equally so. She permitted the goblins to ravage the land, savagely mutilating anything in their path, but forbade one thing.
The goblins could not kill the children or babies of any race. Whenever she found out, the goblin's brain would explode, spraying its comrades in blood and injuring them with skull fragments.
By Year 478, her beloved goblin son had long since passed, but her hatred toward the Dark Elves remained. She knew they resided in the desert, but all efforts to find them were in vain. Slowly, she began killing goblins out of frustration and rage.
Wisp landed on Atlas's shoulder, chirping loudly.
"This is a good time to inform Weaver Atlas."
Atlas frowned.
"It is possible to lose your connection to creatures above Common under certain circumstances."
"..."
"So," Atlas began, his finger hovering above -Upgrade- before retracting. "If I gave Selena this point but forbade her from wiping out the Dark Elves- "
"She may betray you," Wisp finished in a warning tone. "You'll lose control, and she will actively seek to destroy you and your creations. A great hindrance when at war with another Weaver."
Atlas sighed loudly, stepping off the platform to pace. His gaze drifted downward, and nausea crept in as the floor shifted like an endless nebula beneath him.
In a flash, his apartment materialized- ripped straight from his old building- and he stepped inside.
"Beer," Atlas thought, reaching into his fridge and cracking open a can with a satisfying hiss.
Settling onto his couch, he heard Wisp chirping angrily outside. He ignored it, focusing on his thoughts.
'Usually, when you get an overpowered unit, they can wipe out dozens, if not hordes, of enemies...'
Sipping his beer, he stared at the familiar ceiling fan.
'A single Primordial could wipe out the entire dwarven race—hell, the entire planet. And I have over 250 of them.'
'A counterbalance, perhaps? Give them something to fight- like the Dark Elves- and forcibly evolve them?'
The window slid open, and Wisp flew in.
Atlas blinked, his gaze shifting to Wisp for a moment before snapping to the window. "How did you get in?"
"I opened it."
"Yes, but how? You don't have hands."
Chirp.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I really would."
"Too bad," Wisp chirped smugly.
Atlas's brow twitched. "Fine. Whatever. Just don't chirp. Let me enjoy some peace for a moment-"
An interface suddenly lit up in front of him, causing him to jump, spilling beer all over himself.
"I've adjusted a few things in case of emergencies. I hope you don't mind," Wisp chirped proudly, flapping its wings toward the glowing panel.
Atlas let out a throaty growl, his sharp glare making Wisp shrink back slightly.
His gaze flicked to the interface as he took another sip to calm himself.
Warning: A Goblin Horde (10,000) has been created! The Dark Elf species is at risk of extinction!
"What the hell?! I just sat down!" Atlas shouted, standing up. "I haven't slept in- how long?"
He glanced at Wisp, who shrugged nonchalantly.
"Agh!"
Grumbling to himself, Atlas mentally summoned the CDIM panel into his hand as he walked, scrolling through options.
Lightning. Lightning Storm. Whatever.
He just wanted a break.
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Divinity: 45
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Oracle | Deliver divine messages, written or orally, to a creature | Cost: 10
Blessings:
-Create your own Blessing-
Chosen by God | Bless a creature with supernatural powers of your choosing | Cost: Varying
Minor Heal | Restore a creature's vitality. Heal wounds, restore lost limbs and remove any form of fatigue | Cost: 25
Blessings of War | Grant temporary improved physical and magical stats to an individual or group | Cost: 50+
Fertile Fields | Boost field fertility. Double crop production, improve growth of plants in area of effect | Cost: 200
Disasters:
-Create your own Disaster-
Weakening Curse | Weaken a creature by 25% | Cost: 10
Lightning Strike | Strike down any creature and those surrounding it | Cost: 25
Destroy Fields | Rodents, insects, birds, or other unnatural disasters to destroy fields | Cost: 200
Lightning Storm | Wipe out 30% of a populace in the area of effect | Cost: 500
Plague | Deliver a plague upon the land. Target specific race(s) | Cost: 1000+
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'I don't have enough divinity to make a difference,' Orion mused, annoyed. His gaze lifted to Oracle, his thoughts drifting to the dwarves who had left at the beginning and the Primordial Dragons now crossing the seas.
'Best case scenario there, or...' His mind wandered to Myra and the Chaos Gene Point. A risk- but a potentially controllable one. He might also gain an understanding of the Red Mist Magic. Either that, or everything would be destroyed.
'It will all be destroyed if I do nothing...'
"Let's check this situation out." he sighed, stepping up onto the platform again.
Pulling up his CDIM Replay, he zoomed into the Dark Elf and Goblin zones, hoping to quickly assess the situation.