A Horizon Sundered
(Aatos starts his turn with 4d6 + 5 (starting bonus) -> 2,3,4,2+5 = 16 power.)
The once-still heavens churned and split as the meteor hurtled toward the then-quiescent world of Akhu, streaking across the primordial sky like the edge of a keen-edged blade. As it plunged deep into the thawing earth it left behind a horizon sundered, rent by dust and fire and ash, and a flooding wound-crater soon veiled by lightning and smoke.
Whether born from the ruptured sky and carried deep below, the meteor purified within the heat of the crucible-heart, or the process itself—that runaway apotheogenesis catalyzing beneath the surface—the Emex-cast seed-stone took root within Akhu, and an eon would pass before it would sprout. In the years leading up to it, the land quaked, at first rare but then more frequently. Ash-choked air spit from fissures as the land cracked and buckled, upheaving slowly to form a vast peak, and, as if drawn there by some force, spirits gathered and danced upon its rising slopes in reverent anticipation.
Aatos emerged in a paroxysm, the summit cloven from within. The nascent god was made of purest silver flowing like vitellus from a shattered egg, sublimating and reforming as He moved. The host of spirits followed in His wake, portioned by His will and sent to their proper places, as He stirred the land to rise and partition this unpleasantly undivided world.
(Aatos immediately gets to work, spending 12 to Shape Land four times to raise a mountain range on the Northeastern Continent™. 16 - 3 - 3 - 3 - 3 = 4 power remaining.)
