<div align="center">***EDITED... brought her element into it***</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BmMT7By.jpg)</div>By this time her "grand engineer" puppet had passed on, and with him technology took a few steps backwards. Of course she'd taken proper steps to preserve her un-corrupted essence when the meat-shell had breathed his last. It was a nice funeral pyre. Made her feel warm inside.<br/>The redirected water from the invention of pumps in the badlands, had sent it, of all places, to the dessert of glass. Flooding long empty aquifers. Aid the divine creation of geysers by Undar. This amused her. What a fun first experiment.<br/><br/>While her devices from beyond had none of the divine and instant potency of the creatures that now played with this plane, the Aether-dwelling genius was not without recourse. She did like the deep folk with their picks and shovels. Their struggles however were their own.<br/>But she would delight in seeing how the<strong>Under-Men</strong>would deal with<strong>Blood Fae</strong>. yet their enemies had visions, and a god sending them. That was hardly a fair fight.<br/><br/>She was far from some mystic spirit of light and healing... Her machinery clattering and clanking as she distilled a potion of refined Aether.<br/><br/>"Just a drop of Logos..." She tipped her hand as the droplets fell into the deep places. "to make it a fair fight..." The shadows under the badlands grew long, dark, cold and logical. Grim resolve touched the Under-men. The Wine Drunk Slave Kings would find none of the succulent warmth they had grown accustomed to. Sand, Stone, a stern and unyielding sun above. Below a cold and merciless cavern complex full of deadly life.<br/>Adding to it all, an unseasonably strong lightning storm began to roil through the region, the only water on the surface, came with ample amounts of lightning on an empty open plain.<br/><br/>The Under-Men were free folk used to scarcity, but these spoiled Kings with their courts of supplicant slaves...well... time would tell. Inscribing Chronicles of the Blood Crusade fervently in her great library, she watched with an amused smile.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">effect</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Iva's Actions:</strong> Rendering the badlands less hospitable to the Blood Fae on their crusade, both above and below.<br/>Thus Giving a Minus to Marux's actions this turn. feel free to roll if necessary.</div></div>