<em>Rules! <span class="bbc_u">Rules!</span></em>How they despised them. They hardly seemed fair, arbitrary and subjective as they felt. Huehehahol left in a huff, abandoning the great meniscus-- Manuscis? Far be it for the Trickster God to care.<br/><br/><em>Rules!</em><br/><br/>He wandered north, fuming as a petulant child might, into the Groves. He was promptly shot with several poisoned darts, seen as nothing but a beast on four legs.<br/><br/>Had they been a lesser thing, a spirit deprived of it's power, perhaps he would have been overcome. Instead, they grew furious. They turned upon his attackers, growing by the second. "What half-baked joke is this? A poor mockery of your God!" They boomed. Their attackers were not cowed, however. They continued to pepper the ever-expanding Trickster God with poison, until they turned drunk and slow.<br/><br/>"We recognize no God in the Groves!" they answered. So, in a show of force, Huehehahol smiled-- or more aptly, bared their teeth. Teeth that grew with them, lengthening until they were the size of mountains, until they jutted from the land, great and sharp and daunting-- as if to cut the Coiled Groves from the rest of the world.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Teeth</div><div class="spoiler_body">Huehehahol makes a mountain range between the Coiled Groves and Desert of Glass-- and the expanding Optus.<br/>At 2016-10-08 23:38:55, Oversight (uid: 46651) rolls: 1d20 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95636)</div></div>