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Ailish? - 2, 30

The fighting had died down at last; people below her seemed to be getting back to their lives, and the two demigods were in separate corners. To her surprise the one that used to be a wolf headed to the tree. He was staring right at her and instinctively a hand dipped into the honey. Don't taste it. Don't taste it.

"I had hoped to find you first." Her rasp a whisper. "You are restored, but not yet whole." She shook her head, trying to find a different topic.

"Do you remember the other six? How you were torn from your real self before you changed?" She hoped against hope that the demigod would remember.
 

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As Niv reached the highest point in the sky above one of Coelus' largest diamond temples, the sunlight broke through the jewel that held it's roof together and spread across the floor like a rainbow carpet. Around the temple were dotted statues of honoured angels and at the head was an enormous statue of Seith himself. A group of religiously-minded Grigori gathered in the centre and knelt in worship of their creator, head's bowed piously. None noticed Roe and Petal, sitting high up on a ledge carved into the gem walls and peering over the worshippers below.

"What are you going to do?" Petal asked, giving Roe a nudge.

"Shhhh!" he whispered back, "the angels will hear you. Watch this!"

Roe closed his eyes and moved his fingers as if he was holding a puppet. To Petal's astonishment, the temple's statues began to creak into life, shaking dust off their sparkling heads and flexing their limbs. Most of the Grigori either jumped up or collapsed onto the floor in shock, staring in horror at the show around them. Most eyes were fixed upon the statue of Seith, who slowly stood up and opened it's diamond mouth.

"MY NAME IS SEITH! YOU SHALL OBEY MY DIVINE WILL!"

DC 7 Village Action Cost: 2 AP (Enchant an area the size of a village or neighborhood.) Roe enchants a temple so the statues move according to his control and to impersonate Seith +6 Chaos
 

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The story of Lenonous, Courage of the Heavens.

The world was fresh, it seemed almost too perfect, but Seith had told him, along with everyone else that it was made this way for them, the Girigori. A fine name as far as Lenonous was concerned, he didn't particularly care one way or the other. Seith had quietly given them directed purposes at the start, though some of them were less certain than others. Lenonous had been pre-destined to join the ranks of the mighty War Council. A collection of many different opinioned minds with none of the same goals, made to direct the all-powerful armies of Coelous. To say there were issues with the Council was to say that Seith had a tiny bit of power behind him. They constantly argued, never achieved anything and always failed to stop evil. This confused Lenonous, he thought they had been made to stop evil, to spread Seith's message, to bring peace even if by force.

Lenonous stood at a height larger than most of his fellow Council members and seemed to be much better suited for the life of a soldier. He had broad shoulders, a stern frame, blonde hair though that wasn't uncommon in his race. His wings stretched out to the normal length, but shined a deep red unlike most of his race's calming blue. He was one of the actives as they were originally called, one of three major parties in the political sphere that worked towards intervening in inter-racial activities. The other two parties tended to go towards total non-interventionalist and a mix of the two. Often, because none of the parties would ever compromise, nothing would ever be done as far as foreign policy went. Domestic policy on the other hand was passed quickly as the three parties very easily agreed. Lenonous found his job boring, as foreign policy had been all but abandoned as a topic within several weeks. His job mostly consisted of signing bills and forwarding them to others who then signed the bills again to go give them to others.

"Why haven't you sent Yarmil his portion yet? Don't you know that bill X8572000 means a lot to his family? I know the creator made you one of us, so please act like it Lenonous! You are the only one here who doesn't do anything worthwhile and-". It was at that time, that Lenonous had phased his boss out. Nothing worthwhile ever came out of his mouth and no threats of being unable to ascend in ranks could mean anything to the brash angel. He simply took the verbal lashing and continued about his day. The lack of working meant little overall as the Council truly consisted of several thousand angels. One broken cog meant little in the grand scheme of things. Lenonous finished his work and packed his things to head home.

At home, work wasn't really finished. The furnished bedding always needed straightening and then he had to help others who managed to lose their homes for whatever reason. His party normally was involved with public service and even being a rank 1 level, Lenonous had to help. The interventionalists ranked themselves from one to infinity. The lower the rank, the less influential you were, rumors spread that those who managed to make it to some undefined rank would be brought up by Seith and made into a god alongside him. The teachings at the schools argued differently, but Seith hadn't shown himself since creation and seemed to be siding either with the neutrals or the non-interventionalists. That or he simply didn't care about politics, which was what Lenonous was pretty sure of. Lenonous flew up to his room, 15 92 100, and opened the diamond laden door to enter.

Everything on Coellus was diamond. Diamond roofs, diamond halls, diamond beds, diamond sheets, diamond was used with so many purposes that he was surprised the Girigori weren't diamond. The color got old fast as far as Lenonous was concerned, though many did not share his opinion and resented the mere thought of going to Evalon, land of dirt. Lenonous wanted to see the other races in something outside of a book, possibly show the superiority of the Girigori over them, maybe help. He didn't know, just the ruby colored creature knew his race could help them. Lenonous dismissed the thought as he often did and fell to sleep.

The next day was odd. The entire planet seemed to be in an uproar, a human had come to Coellus alone. Not only that, but he was old and asking for help. The Girigori were a mix of curious and terrified. They knew that people could get here, the space whales allowed that, but nobody had tried until now. A change was in-bound. Lenonous entered the gleaming halls of order and chaos, shaped like a scale. There were scribes everywhere, frantically writing and copying like normal, but with a new seeming energy that Lenonous had never seen before. He rushed to the chamber of legislation and took his first gaze upon a human. The others were correct, it was old, frail and weak. It looked very distressed and seemed scared of everyone around it. It bleated for help, stating that evil-doers had killed destroyed his home and family.

All seemed terrified and were frantically conversing amongst each other, Lenonous could tell what this meant, despite not being able to make out individual voices. They were going to debate this longer than the life of the human. He shook his head and looked up out of the ceiling, Sephariel was watching, he knew she was. Lenonous was going to make her proud at least, the goddess of Hope had to appreciate this.

The crimson angel stepped and pushed everyone else aside and reached his hand out. He touched the head of the human and said "You are broken now, but faith can heal you, just do everything I tell you to do". A quote everyone soon recognized and Lenonous contained his laughter despite wanting to burst out. This was heresy and he loved it. Quoting Seith like that was something never allowed, especially in his manner. Lenonous reached his left hand out and vaporized a hole in the diamond large enough to fly out of and lifted off, taking the human with him.

The duo were now soaring through the air, hitting a velocity that Lenonous could feel was faster than safe. He hardly cared though, his eyes and gem turned a bright shade of red like his wings as he flew. The creature in his arms looked terrified and Lenonous responded softly "I will help you, those others wouldn't ever do anything, you would end up just sitting there and since we don't have food you would probably just wither. I am Lenonous by the way, who are you?"

The old man turned his gaze back up and smiled, seemingly unphased now. "The name's Narious boy. I am so pleased you came to help! It might be too late for my home...and family, but the others can still be saved!" The determination on the man's face spoke less of tragedy, which slightly confused the winged angel, but he put it away like every other useless feeling he had and flew straight ahead. In the distance lights were being shone, the Girigori were looking for him, possibly surprised that neither Seith or Sephariel were helping to locate him. Most criminals on Coelus were located almost immediately as long as their crime was rank enough. "Where is the whale you took here?" The old man thought for a moment and pointed "Over there, hurry, it looks like they are starting to get a clue!" The old man pulled a fruit out of his pocket and tossed it in the air, the space whale came rushing to them, eating the fruit and storing the couple inside, flying away from Coelus.

"Inside the belly of a beast. Seith has to be fuming right now! The established order says we are to never leave Coelus without express permission. Guess coming back is out the window now...heh." The inside of the whale was very dark despite the viewing ports on both sides. The intermediate space between Coelus had a very feint green glow but it hardly helped. Lenonous cast a spell to light the inside of the whale. "Seiaru."

The inside illuminated, the whale's interior was surprisingly clean despite being an animal. Lenonous had read books on the creation of them and he supposed Roe put more effort into them than the tellers gave credit. He laid back and looked over to the man who said nothing. "Tell me, why come to Coellus of all places for help? I know our planet looks appealing but to gamble everything on it...why?" Narious smiled a toothy grin and said "Well, I was actually looking for someone like you." He laughed and Lenonous just seemed confused by it all. "Humans are such...an enigma." Lenonous joined the laughter and in no time they seemed to reach Evalon.

The Space whale's tongue flopped out of its mouth and like a red carpet, Lenonous stepped into his new home. Evalon was vastly different from Coellus, the ground wasn't see through and gave way to his steps. The biggest difference however, was that life wasn't so see-through there. The angel would have to explore a bit, there was much for him to learn, it was so fresh and exciting! All the sudden, any apprehension he had for leaving Coellus was gone and he accepted his new home. "Where is your village? I will take you."

Narious guided Lenonous to his home, which laid in shambles and was burned to a crisp. There was a blanket thrown across the front and embers still sparked among the destruction. "I can take you from here, this was the easiest way for me to show you." Narious pointed west and said "This way." Lenonous had very little idea how to react, but setting his companion down, he finally noticed that all the human wore was a brown tunic with a single pocket. The life here was so much less luxurious yet he hardly seemed to mind. The compassion from the old man radiated like the sun and Lenonous didn't want to let him down. "I understand. The ones responsible shall pay."

Evil was an interesting concept on Coellus. It was loosely determined and since lying was non-existent, difficult to perpetuate. Selfishness certainly existed but the Girigori hardly believed in evil as a dominating force. That said, Seith did warn that in other places, evil ran rampant as a force and looking at the moon, Lenonous understood what his god meant. It had to be stopped and who better to save the humans than the Girigori? He now felt sanguine in his purpose, perhaps this is why Seith put him there, he could react first. A village soon appeared upon the horizon and Lenonous set his friend down. The old man spoke softly, "They do not know me, nor will they know you, act calm and be friendly." Lenonous looked surprised and almost yelled "You came to all this trouble for people who would not know your face? You are a strange one!" The old man laughed and they went forward.

This was the first time a Girigori had stepped into Evalon, the humans were only half sure they even existed, but now it was certain. The children were the first to approach him and asked if he was an angel. "Is that what they call us now? I suppose you could say I am. My name is Lenonous however, I have been told that you have invaders and I wish to help." The villagers began cautiously approaching, though without weapons. One of them spoke, a male almost five foot eight. "It's the Xin tribe he speaks of. They have been invading everything! We are a border town and...well if you saw what they have done so far, you would know why we are in trouble. They kill, destroy, pillage all for material goods! They will be here tomorrow, if you want to help, I guess that's the best way to." Lenonous's eyes turned a comforting blue and he stated "Seith will protect us, he always does, I know you worship Olek, but Seith helps everyone, not just the Girigori. He will give us strength." Narious began laughing in the back. "The gods care not for our mortal struggles friend, they sit in their thrones and do nothing. We must rely on each other for support, not in Olek, not in Seith, not in anyone."

Lenonous stepped back, Seith was always there, always watching, he probably was watching right now. This was heresy and...wasn't he supposed to kill a heretic? The rules were never clear on that and...no. Narious had done more for him than any lazy god ever could. Seith would be cast out of his mind, this was an affair for the Girigori, not the gods. "You are right, I will protect us." Lenonous flew into the air and looked east, Niv was beginning to fall and he could see caravans moving. "They will probably be here in hours. Everyone get inside, whatever forces you have shall come with me. We will stop them here."

As the village gathered, Lenonous waved goodbye to Narious, he hoped to see his friend again, it would be a nice visit. He flew over to the encampment of the Xin and landed. The group raised their weapons and started shouting. Arrows were flung but Lenonous cast a shield of light and they bounced harmlessly to the ground. A mighty hand signaled a cease fire and walked over to the angel. It was a man, large and with a belly to match. He had a long beard and his clothes were adorned with skulls. "You come for them?" He pointed over to the west. "Tell, why do you care for them? You angel right? Me and men hear of your kind, curious to pick now to come. Still, you want fight or talk? Me can fight you alone, men not needed." The man was confident, proud, perhaps he could fight, but that wasn't the reason Lenonous had come. Peace always came first, that was how he was taught. "Go home, you do not belong here. I am the guardian of this village and any attacks on it is an attack on myself, the Girigori and the gods."

The entire camp roared into laughter at that statement and the leader responded "You want stop all of us? Get out of here, you have until we reach the village." Lenonous stepped forward and yelled in a voice he did not know he had. It sounded like five in unison, alien, unknown to any race. "You are a fool! Fight now if you wish to perish!" The man yelled and brought out a wicked looking ax, carved with engravings and swung it at Lenonous. He cast a screen up to block the attacks, but soon became overwhelmed and flew back. The angel began gathering the power to fire an attack spell, but arrows began flying and he had to block them. This was a bad place. Towards the west, he could see his army beginning to move. Peace was impossible, they would need to be dealt with. Lenonous took flight and left the camp, blocking the flurry of arrows sent to end him.

Humiliation. an emotion rare for a Girigori to feel. Still, it stung and Lenonous tried to seal it. It seemed to be the only one he couldn't shake. A human had bested him in combat and the rest had worked to end his life. They were more powerful than he had anticipated and this meant he needed help. The villagers numbered one hundred in total, while the opposition numbered in the Hundreds. Lenonous was getting worried. They seemed to lack any leadership and simply squirmed around. "I know these men are tough, I met them myself, but we can beat them. They think they have the upper hand, but the case is the opposite. I won't let them hurt you guys or destroy the village!" The men began cheering and Lenonous began talking strategy with them. He would raise light barriers to protect them and the village would begin lobbing arrows, this could turn the tide as it would severely lessen the enemy number.

Within an hour, a horn was called and the Xin appeared over the hill. They began charging and arrows rained. Lenonous cast a barrier with slots for his men, their arrows dealing the real damage. Within minutes, the Xin forces and the village were of equal number. The lot drew swords and charged into battle, Lenonous at the front. His sword wasn't made of metal like the other's rather it was of light, burning with his fiery passion. The blade cast itself right into the belly of the first man he saw. Not a day and the Girigori had already killed a man in their first visit. It was then that the Xin's leader came busting through the masses again. The other warriors made a circle around Lenonous and a warrior whispered. "You two are to fight to the death, it is tradition." The angel understood, he placed himself in the circle and began pacing. It was then he realized, he had not even asked the name of the place he was defending. Lenonous laughed and said "You know, I wanted peace at first, but now, I just want to bash your skull in, come on!"

The brute rushed forward with his war ax, narrowly missing Lenonous and landing straight into the dirt. The angel summoned a bow and fired a quick arrow into the knee of the warrior. To the angel's surprise, the hulk ripped the arrow out and threw it on the ground, making another charge forward. Lenonous dipped to the side, avoiding another swing and cast another arrow out into the side of the ax wielding psychopath. "You think puny arrows can stop me? I have been sliced open before! This is nothing!" The leader spat on the ground and threw his ax down, tackling Lenonous who was too surprised to move. Punch after punch landed on his face, Lenonous's gem cracked at the last hit, causing intense pain which he converted into power. Lenonous head butted the warrior and using his newfound power, fired a ray of light directly at the body of his opponent. The warrior was sent back into his men, scorched and clearly dead. Lenonous got up, victorious but only for a moment a an arrow struck him in the chest. Soon another and five more buried deep.

This...was Evalon? Lenonous for the first time saw his own blood, it was warm and crimson like his wings. His eyes began to lose their light and fade. It did not take long for darkness to consume what little life he had left. The village warriors seeing this cried out in rage and charged at the Xin, brutally slaughtering what remained of the now leaderless invaders. They cast Lenonous's body up and began building a pyre for their hero. Right before the fire began burning, Narious appeared, stopping them from lighting his friend. He was melancholy about the whole deal, he intended for Lenonous to survive this, to become a guardian, but perhaps a better purpose was at hand. Narious raised his hand and showed his true form off. It was Seith, the villagers were astounded at the sight of a god, a true god, not a book or a story, but a god! Seith surrounded the corpse of Lenonous in light and raised it to the observatory. He would bring life back to his friend. "I watched you carefully Lenonous, I want the races to be autonomous, to make their own decisions, you helped make that true. Your reward shall be a true everlasting life.

Back in the observatory, Sephariel sat and watched carefully as Seith healed his child's wounds. Sealing them up and casting new life into the broken body of his friend. Then, Seith borrowed a bit of the ambient fire left from Tsuranote's presence and put it inside Lenonous. He would be the god of bravery, burning with the passion he withheld. Seith let go and cast his child back to Evalon, to explore.
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The storyteller threw a couple more logs onto the dwindling fire, it would be a long night. He continued the tale.

"It was not far into the Second Age that the age of the giant beasts began. In two seperate events, Eldarwen created dinosaurs upon Eld and Aen made the first dragons on Evalon, both suceeding in their goal. In time both groups of creatures would be used by some mortals for transport.

It was also a time of inspiration, Ailish successfully inspired an Ent into a new way of thinking and Melanthios inspired three hundred Dues Filli with great knowledge, letting them discover many secrets about the universe.

Roe took his mortal friend Fallen Petal, younger than even some of you, to the planet Coelus and together they played tricks on the Grigoli, bringing statues to life to impersonate the god Seith. The real Seith wasn't sitting idle either, from one of his own Grigori he made a new demigod to join the fast growing ranks of those beings. Zareth and Aen were busy too, they forged a sword fit for the King of Evermoor, and which might well help defend the realm of the dead in future ages to come."

He paused, coughing as the wind direction changed and blew smoke into his face. He waited until the smoke passed before continuing.

"Not all of the god's actions were successful however. M'endar attempted to enchant Evalon, Oculus Obscuritatis and all that lay in-between from scrying, however it seems the luck of the universe was against the god that day as the range of the ebony gem's deception range in the end only covered Oculus and not the planet it orbited. Similarily, Vantric's aim to see the dwarves by scrying failed, producing only a blurred image which was little use for seeing anything more than the most basic outline of Loth Ringard.

All of these paled though in comparison to the act which would define this epoch. None of the gods had seen Maskelyne for quite a while, and eventually the terrible truth became clear. The magician god had been coming increasingly obsessed with his new bride, Madness, and the more time he spent with her, the more his grip on reality became tenuous. Finally he chose to bind himself eternally to her as one, leaving him forever more trapped and powerless in his dove flock along with her. A true tale of love eh?"
 

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Ailish was interested in the hunter, which came as no surprise, as she had been the one to release the seven upon the universe. Eldarwen had a use of her son now, and would not let him escape or leave the city until she had gotten what she wanted out of Ailish's timely appearance on her planet. Before he could answer her, Eldarwen spoke up and a root emerged from the ground to entagle one of his feet.

"Oh, you have your eyes on my son? I believe his memory might be jogged, if you help me." Screw Zareth, if Ailish wanted their son she could have him. They were both angry with the death god and perhaps this would serve as a good enough revenge. The hunter had no reason to object much, she didn't think he would suffer from it. "There's someone I want you to meet."

Sonitus had been created out of love. It could have been either a mistake or a win. Only time would tell, but she did know of an individual who deserved to ascend after what she had done for the metropolis. She was still alive too, unless that had changed suddenly and without her knowledge.

Eldarwen dragged the hunter after her and the ent followed, as they entered the school district.

Nothing will be like before. Fortunately, I'm crazy.

She was no one special, her birth had gone unnoticed as they were so many being pulled from the trees each week. The queen built a continental sized metropolis, but she didn't have the inhabitants to fill it with. There were already millions living on the planet, but Ayamine could house more and would in due time.

Her name was given to her, Eis, and she became one with her sisters in the circle of life, but she always wanted to break free and become greater than them. Eis was not brutal and thought the fighting should be kept to the arena or their nonexistent enemies. Yet she saw infighting wherever she went, and ended up getting beaten more than once.

As she grew older, she decided to join the daughters of nature as they were the least inclined to beating the life out of each other. Eis spent a couple of boring years with them and grew to fear it was all she would do before Zareth came to claim her.

A fateful day, she found herself outnumbered by hostile Ekiruru. Eis part of the story was that she had done nothing to aggravate them all, but the truth was that her arrogance had been the cause of every one of her previous beatings. It was supposed to be the last, they had no intention of letting her live.

She knew the odds were against her, and that the chance of aid was slim, but she wouldn't go down without a fight. Unfortunately she exhausted her mana pool and crossed the line between sane and the nightmare the wildlings had to face daily. Her assaulters left her alive, thinking that her fate was worse than death.

Eis became one of the wildlings, the city changed from a bright and fairly happy place to the black city where everything was turned upside down. The beatings she took for doing something wrong were now pleasurable. The world the wildlings faced daily was unknown to the others. They had no idea what it was like, just that they were insane.

She wanted to feel the rush of magic through her again, but every attempt at using her powers were excruciatingly painful. She longed for the rush she had felt when she crossed the line, yet the pain was always there. With the years she began appreciating the pain she found in channeling magic, as it was the only thing that remained the same to her.

Eis used it over and over, torturing herself and finding some sick pleasure in doing so. Eventually she managed to cross the line again, from wildling to something else. The black city and planet was gone when she woke, but she could still see black figures from time to time. Just out of her line of sight, taunting her.

The purple of her body subsided for a pure white, even if some markings remained on her. She were nowhere near Ayamine, which made the black city she had seen even more confusing. The trek back to her home took a couple of weeks, and when she arrived no one knew who she was or why she looked so different. They couldn't change the colour of their skin like she had.

Eis was taken to the school and studied, after proving that she was indeed an Ekiruru. The knowledge she had about the wildlings proved valuable, and she got to stay to provide information about her experiences. It was how they learned what the wildlings really were. She never got over the black city, and the figures followed her everywhere, just out of her line of sight. Eis had vivid flashbacks to what she assumed was the black city, though she had no memories of what she saw.

Her flashbacks and her memories made her take up writing, involuntarily, as she lost conciousness for long periods of time and when she woke up she had written down strange happenings.

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Eldarwen, the hunter and Ailish were waiting outside the white one's residence. Sonitus could be heard nearby, playing her banjo and talking with an audience of students. The door opened, and Eis saw her queen standing outside with an ent and the hunter. He didn't scare her, he was but a puppy compared to what she had to face in her own writing.

"Ah, this is the white one. One of the few deserving of ascendance in this age." The queen said.

Yes, they had taken to calling her that, though it was odd, as she was black through and through. It was the colour of her skin that made her white.

"Why, she may command me: I serve her, she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obstruction in this." Eis bowed her head, but kept her hand on the door so she could close it fast should they turn into something else.

Eldarwen smiled, it was more respect than Sonitus showed. Though Eleonara had always been very respectful and desirable in life, her ascending had been tainted by her new lust.

"Aid me Ailish, and Carnivox will talk with you."

He wasn't sure if he should hate his father or his mother more. Why did she have to tie him to the ground? This was mostly Zareth's fault, as he wouldn't have entered the city and been forced to act as payment for what his mother wanted to achieve otherwise.

Eldarwen used her powers discreetly this time, and no one payed attention to them anyway. Sonitus had the eyes of those in the street.

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Name: Auctor
Domain: +2 Writing. Auctor is the demigod of words and writing. She can cast any spell she writes down and writes plays and poems like no one else.
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Melanthios saw his spirits going inside the Dues Filli. He smiled, pleased with what he had done. He then heard a message from M'endar "Here is a place where we can met in secret, without the fear of unwanted watchers." Melanthios smiled, if M'endar said that, it meant that he had made sure no one could see them there. Akladai was looking at Vantric who said "It was no problem at all." Vantric then turned to Melanthios "Nice apprentice. The speech was a nice touch, though could have used a bit more force to it. Nonetheless, I'm glad I was here, this is certainly a momentous day." Melanthios nodded. "Our races differ Vantric, my race is loyal to their god without displays of power. All they want is knowledge, and they know I can give them more knowledge than they can learn in a lifetime. But I thank you for being here, and this was certainly a momentous day." Akladai joined his father, he looked at the Dues Filli.

Vantric then said "It seems we have a meeting to attend to. Before we go, there is one thing I would like to see done." Vantric held out his hands and a dark orb appeared. He then whispered "Show me. Show me, the dwarves." Melanthios looked into the orb, he could only make out a blurry picture though. Melanthios turned around to the Dues Filli, they were all looking around grinning, "You now posses a lot of knowledge, but this is not even 0.1% of the knowledge I can offer you. If you desire more knowledge then follow my son, Akladai the prophet!" And with that said Melanthios turned around and walked away.

He hugged Akladai and whispered. "Good luck my son, I will be watching your progress." Akladai smiled as he whispered "And, as said before, I will make you proud, father." Both men released the hug. Akladai walked forward and lifted his staff, "Everyone follow me, our god has already given us a place to live." Akladai walked towards the nearest village, it would be a humble beginning. But soon they would populate the entire world.

Melanthios smiled as he looked at Vantric, when suddenly he heard another voice. "Melanthios, I'm going to be away for a while. Keep an eye on Evermoor my brother. It looks after itself for the most part just make sure no one living wanders in by mistake." Melanthios smiled once more, he sent a message back to his brother. "Of course, brother. I will keep a watchful eye on your home, and I am honored that you ask me to guard it." Melanthios had also felt the creation of a very interesting race earlier. He focused and send a small part of his consciousness away. He wanted to speak to the person who made the mechanical race.

Melanthios looked around once more. "I think it is about time to go Vantric, let's meet up with M'endar." Melanthios teleported himself to M'ednar. He looked at M'endar and asked "How are things going with you M'endar?"

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Melanthios appeared, followed by a simple piece of small talk. Well, there was one, where was the other? Didn't seem like the man on the make to be late for meetings, but circumstances may have kept him from arriving. And from that, there was a little opportunity. A little opportunity to talk to Melanthios alone. After all, the enchantment took care of all those eyes that would to encroach and its territory, not to mention that the dark light emitted from the ebony gem was a thing of great beauty to say the least that only added to the beauty of Oculus Obscuritatis. The range of it left a lot to be desired, but its moon was safe from the srcying of others. And that was all it needed.

"Fine, fine," M'endar said with a smile. "Tell me: what you make of the current situation as it is."

Best to continue the small talk until the other arrived. There was a slight furrow in its brow as it frowned for a slight second. M'endar had eternity, but there was all this waiting. Waiting for the pieces to fall into place. Such could even test a god's patience. It paced around the room for a while, watching the influx of starwhale and Verr go back and forth, to the moon and back. It was a strange custom, but there was much about the race that M'endar didn't understand. This rigid caste system of theirs... Who on Evalon came up with that? Surely things would have to change. Even though every Verr had its place in society, they were a people divided by arbitrary lines. But not now. Just more waiting for now...
 

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Useless. Useless. Something was interfering with his powers. The orb couldn't show him anything better than a vague, blurry image of a mountain. Vantric clenched his jaw. That was...unfortunate. He let the orb dissolve away. It was irrelevant. The plan remained unchanged, he would only have to go about retrieving information in more conventional ways. He knew just enough to advance his plans.

He mentally began making a list of things to do. So many things, so little time. He needed to get to the Empire soon. The lainir would need to receive new orders, and his own plans for an apprentice would need to be realized. The other gods would need to be watched and eventualities would need to be planned for. One step at a time though, he paused and restrained himself. Everything would be taken in due course.

Melanthios embraced his protégé before staring off for a moment. Likely someone else was speaking with him. Vantric cocked his head a bit. Who? Why? All in due time, He cautioned himself. Whoever Melanthios was speaking with mattered little, provided it didn't hinder the overall plan. Still, it couldn't hurt to keep an eye on him, just in case.

"I think it is about time to go Vantric, let's meet up with M'endar." Melanthios said, as he made to depart.

"Agreed." Vantric replied, disappearing into the darkness just after Melanthios teleported away.

He reappeared in a new location, wherever it was M'endar had contacted them from. Vantric looked about until he found the hooded god. He nodded respectfully, "M'endar, it's been some time. Interesting place you have here."

Teleport to another location: Effortless
 

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Before it could finish pacing a full circle and before it could get an answer, Vantric appeared out of the darkness next to the Deceiver. M'endar let a small chuckle, that god always had the worst timing. At least now all were here and none were watching. Not to mention it would be interesting to see the other god's opinion on both the Verr and Oculus Obscuritatis.

"Excuse, we seem to have our missing guest." M'endar said, turning away from Melathios to Vantirc, replying to the ambitious god's comment. "Interesting... That's one way to describe it."

M'endar conjured up some tables and chairs for its guests. Hospitality went hand in hand with these things and seeing as the meeting might to be a long thing, best to have something for the others to sit on. It did in a rather lazy fashion, with a simple swish and flop of the arm. M'endar's mood was lighten by the prospect of action.

It sat on the chair and returned the nod to the others, "Gentlemen, welcome. Now what shall we speak of?"
 

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Broken was the right word for it. Though Zareth couldn't believe that this place could ever have been described as heaven. Maybe for M'endar but they had very unique taste. The very air seemed to seep with darkness and decay. This wasn't a world any more, it was a rotting corpse. Permeating with horror and dread.

Why would Ailish make a place like this? What madness could have overtaken her?

Zareth wandered through the darkness, alone and in silence. The entire place was like a twisted version of the hallowed court that the other gods called home. The laws of science, magic and nature had been thrown out the window and replaced by twisted counterparts. Every now and then Zareth caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Strange creatures, like the ones that had first come out of the portal. They scrambled over the walls and chittered manically but for the most part they steered clear of him.

There were other things there as well. Little wisps that floated on the breeze, like the form the ghosts of Evermoor took before they remembered how to take the shapes they had in life. But like everything else here these were different. All the life had gone out of them, they didn?t try to take a form or seek out living things. They just clustered together, forming lights to guide him through the darkness. One or two of them would float over to him and bump against his hand like a dog nuzzling at its owner for comfort.

They sense what I am. ?I?m sorry. I promise I?ll see what I can do but for now there is something else I have to do.? He tried to comfort them in a little way, every time Zareth reached out to them all he heard were their tiny souls weeping and quivering in fear. Why would you do this Ailish?

This world seemed to go on forever. It resembled Evermoor in a few ways when Zareth stopped to examine it. The seemingly eternal landscape, the various aspects of creation blended together. Was Ailish another death god? There was so much he didn?t know and more he probably didn?t want to know.

He wandered the broken heavens for what felt like an age, his word at his side. The longer he was there the more it felt like the corruption of that world was seeping into his very being, filling him with sorry and hatred. He had to hurry.
In the blink of an eye Zareth took the form of a black winged bird and flew to the highest point he could find. He looked out over the dark wasteland. It was dotted by scenes of destruction and the light of wandering wisps. But there was one that stood out. It was a dark red flame, isolated and billowing with smoke.

He soared above it before landing near the dark pyre and taking his usual form again. He felt a little safer with midnight by his side, though he was glad to have not needed it yet. There was a lone figure at the centre of the flame. It spasmed and heaved with great, dry sobs. Its entire body creaked with each little movement. Its skin was a suit of cracked and rusty metal. Parts of it seemed to be melting under the intense heat burning at its core. Other parts were rusting away as they were drenched in boiling hot tears. It was a sorry sight. Left to live out eternity in silence and loneliness. Everything around it was scorched by the blistering heat it gave off. This was what Zareth had been looking for.

?Tsuranote?? Zareth called out tentatively.

The weeping figure turned to look at him. Whatever piece of the fire god that had once been there had been burned away. What was left was an ogre of rotten metal and burning sorrow, everything Tsuranote was not. Was that what this place did to people? This was hell!

?I?m here to take you home.? The death god called out in as soothing a voice as he could muster.
If Tsuranote understood him he couldn?t tell. The fire lord rounded on him and charged, lashing out with claws of burning iron. Zareth was fast enough to duck and weave around most of the onslaught and what he didn?t he parried with midnight. Sparks flew out and the Broken Heavens echoed with their battle. The fire god gave out a roar that Zareth was sure they would hear back in the Hallowed Court. They fought without pause or respite, the fire god lashed out like a wounded animal; while Zareth let himself flow on the breeze slashing and stabbing with his sword whenever an opening presented itself.

There was no helping it. Tsuranote was beyond saving, there was only one peace Zareth could give him now. Their dance of destruction continued for a time until Zareth saw his chance. The mad god had left himself open and in a flash Zareth plunged Midnight deep into his opponent?s chest. The beast froze in shock and pain. The broken Heavens seemed to fall silent.

?I?m sorry.? Zareth said, before he twisted the blade. Tsuranote screamed and with a blinding flare of fire and light he was gone. His body broken and scattered. At the centre of the crater he left was a bright golden coloured wisp. Is this what is left of us when we die? Do gods even have souls?
Tired and beaten from the fight, Zareth picked himself up and tucked the god spark into his tunic. Slowly but surely he made his way back to the veil. Crossing back through was a strange thing. It was like being born all over again, suddenly he was a part of the world again.

He stepped through the doors of the Hall of Joy. The place seemed so cold and grey. The fire at its centre had never been lit. It was meant for the gods to enjoy together, a place where they could place all rivalries aside and come together as friends and equals? this was the first time Zareth had ever set foot in it. With Tsuranote gone it seemed all hope of a united pantheon had left with him.

Like a funeral mourner Zareth made his way to the fire pit, cradling the spark in his hands. Gently letting it drift away, the spark found its home at the centre of the hall and the communal fire was lit. A great blaze that filled the hall with light and warmth, it radiated over Zareth leaving him with a sense of homeliness and contentment. He took a seat at a table, letting out a massive sigh and sinking into his bench. He wanted so much to sit and enjoy the hall, but death?s work was never done and no doubt Eldarwen would want him to take Carnivox off her hands.
 

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She felt a raw faith seep into her, like a slow dripping. At last she had the raw material, but now came the hard part: focusing that faith into something to heal her with. The process would take an obscenely long time and she didn't have the same proficiency as the others.

Yet she still kept her gaze on the other for a reaction. He was one of the seven, and great things were in store for him. Yet whatever his thoughts were, he did not want her to know. Did he think she was crazy perhaps?

"Oh, you have your eyes on my son? I believe his memory might be jogged, if you help me."

Her focus had shifted away as Eldwaren appeared before the two. There felt a sense of disregard to the strange friend, then again some of the words confused her. Son? She must have restored him but what does he mean to her?

"What do you have in mind?"

"There's someone I want you to meet." The green goddess left and to her surprise, she felt the tree shift under her and the horizon move above her. Stranger still it followed Eldwaren to where she left. In the corner of her eyes she saw an old house, and both her and her companion had entered. A sigh left her as the thought of walking in this form came to her. Then something weird happened.

The bough she was seated under dipped, and her form began to tumble down. The wind bit at her as she fell, and she had expected a jarring stop to this experience. Somewhere in her mind she hoped that the tree could catch her; death could come from this, but pain certainly will. Staring at the ground, she felt something grab at her automaton leg and pull at her, her entire face felt wrung out from the whiplash, her head a few inches from the grass. A dollop of the black honey dripped from her jar. Then that something let go, and she felt a different stop.
She crawled to where the two people were, unable to hear their conversation.

"Aid me Ailish, and Carnivox will talk with you."

Carnivox... The name cemented in her head as she finally made it to the destination.

She saw a white woman, and the power that Eldwaren was imparting on her. Was she trying to resurrect her? Endow her with something? Who was it to the green goddess? She had no idea, but she agreed to help her do whatever she did. Her hand left the jar of honey, and moved to its face, the dark treacle touching whatever that came in contact.

<spoiler=Action>Assist Eldwaren in her action [+8 Lore]
Dab +2 Honey of Sin around its face - ???

<spoiler=Notes>Dunno how many action points I have left.
And some of the Honey of sin is now open for temptation in Eld; dunno if that's another action as well.
 

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Vantric took his own seat. "Thank you." He said. The seat wasn't much, but it was always good to be polite. "I believe we should begin discussing our plans. I have some things that I am working on, no doubt you two are as well. Presently I have certain plans for the lainir. My current focus is Pentar and the dwarves. They stand as obstacles that need to be dealt with."

Melanthios seemed distracted, he nodded and walked over to his seat, He took place and looked from M'endar to Vantric. "It had been too long since we gathered like this." Melanthios said with a small smile on his face, he then looked at Vantric. "What makes you consider them an obstacle, brother?"

Vantric shifted a bit in his seat and turned to Melanthios, "Aside from the fact that Pentar is Seith's greatest ally? Pentar doesn't much care for me, he's made that abundantly clear. If I don't move against him, then he will surely move against me. It's only sensible that I move first."

Plans, plans, plans. M'endar coughed, clearing it's throat, M'endar shifted its body to more a relaxed pose and replied, "I agree. Not to mention the dwarves share the same land as the Verr. I suspect a war is inevitable."

"The Verr?" Some new development? "Is this anything I should know about?" Vantric asked

Melanthios nodded. "But before either of you attack please listen to me. A war is a thing we must try to avoid at all costs, and if that really isn't possible. We need to make sure we win it. Before we start any kind of war, we need to be 100% sure that we will come out victories."

Vantric nodded. "I have no intentions to begin a great war. I prefer more subtle methods."

M'endar smiled and gave an answer, "They are the Aask, but ascended." After that, it turned to Melanthios, "War is chaos. If it can be avoided, then it should be. But indirect methods are better."

Melanthios smiled. "It seems all of us agree that we need to avoid war. Now lets us talk of alternative methods, does anyone have a suggestion?" Melanthios looked at his 2 friends.

Vantric turned to M'endar, "Ah." He got up and paced for a moment, "Subversion is a tool I principally use. For the dwarves and the our celestial enemies it should prove deadly. If we can broaden opposition to Seith and Pentar, then removing them be little difficult."

"Heh." M'endar said as it shifted again, this time leaning in its elbow. "So Pentar is our target?" Then M'endar decided to play one of its cards, "The Verr can shapeshift. Why not use them?"

Melanthios nodded. Subversion sounded good, and shape shifting too. "So you are both suggesting somthing like sabotage, and or assassinations?"

"Hmmm." Vantric muttered, "Shapeshift? Yes, that would be very useful. At the moment I am planning on introducing the dwarves to the lainiri way of politics. From what I know of them, they should be...disoriented by a new manner of war to say the least."

"More like plants." M'endar stated, and began to fiddle with its robes a bit, "If a Verr can become the leader of the dwarves, them we have them to control. As for your suggestion, Vantric, I think twisting them to our will is better than simply assassinating them."

"I do like subterfuge." Vantric said, "But I firmly believe that a mix of diplomacy, subversion and assassination will serve as our best response to the dwarves."

Melanthios nodded. "Sorry for my lack of experience in this subject. I think the both of you would do better, to subvert them without me."

"Perhaps. However, we should probably address the issue of Seith at the moment. I must admit, he has been on the periphery of my vision for some time. Have there been any changes that will affect moving against him?"

M'endar thought on it a bit, "It is alright, Melanthios. Vantric, what you seek after you have dealt with the dwarves?" Then the subject of Seith came up, "He now has an army of angels, a planet and demigods."

Melanthios nodded. "I have reason to believe that Ailish allied herself with him. And to be honest, I detest her. I would ask nothing less then her total destruction!" Melanthios was emitting off a strange heat, his face was twisted showing his contempt for her.

"Angels, demigods and a planet, huh?" Vantric leaned on one of the chairs. "That complicates matters somewhat." Melanthios began speaking about Ailish with some vigor. "Ailish is a fool," He agreed, "However, she should be fairly easy to manipulate. She is deranged, after all. I would hold off on destroying her until after we've dealt with Seith."

Melanthios looked at Vantric. "She made it personal, she hurt my son! I will not stand for anything other then her total destruction or an worse fate, Though I agree that we should deal with Seith first."

M'endar was suprised at Melanthios's anger. He had always been so calm and collected, but now, it was a different story, "She is even more misguided than Seith. She will be her own ruin. As for Seith, his assets matter not.. But yes, he is the priority." It made a fist as it thought about how Seith meddled in its affairs.

Vantric waited for Melanthios to simmer down somewhat. The outburst was unexpected, it was the first time he had seen Melanthios express genuine anger. "I'm glad we can all agree on the target." He said.

Then M'endar calmed down, "Yesss.... But the means?"

"The means." Vantric responded, "As I see it, we have two options before us. In the first case we can attempt a surprise attack. Simultaneously striking at each of our enemies, and destroying them before they can retaliate. However, in this case, there can be no room for error. We must destroy our enemies or we risk our own destruction."

Melanthios took a deep breath. "I am sorry for my outburst, but I care about my son to much to let anyone else hurt him." He then listend to their suggestions.

"Risky." M'endar nodded, "There is the matter of their allies as well..."

"True," Vantric said, "This is why I prefer the second option. We take the gradual approach. We bide our time and slowly wear our enemies to the point where they can be of no threat before we land the killing blow."

Melanthios nodded. "I vote for the second option. There is not a doubt in my mind that if we wait, we will be able to defeat them easier and safer."

"It will take time. Ages, likely. But it allows us more room to maneuver, more time to plan." Vantric agreed.

M'endar pondered some more, unsure of which path to take. But it seemed like that was decided for it anyway, "The means? We gods are capable of remarkable recovery from injury, it seems."

Melanthios suddenly had an idea. "We lock them up."

"True, but even we have limits. Do you remember when the monsters attacked? You said, very clearly, that Seith was injured, very seriously, it seemed." Vantric replied.

Melanthios looked at his 2 allies. "If we lock them up, in a place from which they can never escape, They are as good as dead."

"That is interesting." Vantric considered the implications for a moment, "Seal them away. Beyond the reach of any help, any hope. Yes. Yes that works well. We would still need to wear them down, but in that case, it wouldn't matter whether or not we could finish the job, or whether they could recover. Yes. I very much like that idea."

Its thought went back to that moment, imprisoning Darkness and seeing its brother make a pitiful attempt at deception, "Imprisonment looks to be a good option. But their allies could intervene."

"Who's to say what allies they have when we move?" Vantric countered, "If we play smart, if we play carefully, then we could deprive them of support."

Melanthios nodded. "But if we weaken them enough, they will not be able to retaliate, We just need to catch them off guard, and strike fast and hard,"

M'endar took it in all and nodded. All it wanted was Seith gone, but these gods were targeting others as well. Which could be a boon or a curse. It coughed again and stood up, "I believe we have come to a conclusion. Now all we need to do is put the plan into action."

Vantric nodded again, and made to leave. "I have business of my own to attend to anyway. I will speak with you all later." With that, he vanished into the darkness.

Melanthios nodded, he stood up as well. "Let us prepare for the day we strike. But now I bid you farewell, I am needed elswhere." Melanthios teleported.

With that, M'endar was left alone in the makeshift meeting hall. To get on with other things...
 

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She noticed Ailish aiding her, and Eis collapsed. Eleonara had already been unconcious when she had ascended to a demigod, so maybe it was the normal reaction. The hunter hadn't passed out, but he was not a mortal Ekiruru to begin with. When she turned to look at Ailish, she saw her on the ground. The woman had really been weakened. She was lucky Eldarwen still had a use for her and that she hadn't showed up on someone else's planet.

"Carnivox, pick her up." The hunter hesitated at first, he wasn't inclined to doing good deeds, but it couldn't hurt either. He bent down and picked up Ailish in his arm. Her questions still gnawed at him.

The ent would have to stay here, or return to the forest. Either way Eldarwen shouldn't have much problem finding him should Ailish want him. She had used her powers on him after all. An interesting act, one that showed the treemother that she should treat Ailish with respect. Perhaps even as an ally, albeit another fool like Zareth and Sonitus.

Sonitus, we're leaving, watch your new sister. She sent a telepathic message to the demigod who was dancing in the street with the mortals. It was a display which annoyed her. Sonitus turned to her and winked. Her eyes showed a surprising amount of intelligence. It almost made her believe that all she had done since she howled in the streets was on purpose. Nah...

Eldarwen put her hand on the hunter's shoulder, and teleported all three of them to the palace. After making sure that the jar Ailish cherised was brought with them. A couple of hours later, she had ordered a dinner to be served in the dining hall and that everyone were to stay out of the hall after serving it.

There was only three individuals sitting at the long table.

"I do not know if food will restore any of your powers, Ailish. It rarely does for me, yet after thousands of years I grew to appreciate both food and sleep."

The hunter didn't seem that interested in the food. Well, it was a lot of different kinds of vegetables and fruits, but no meat. It could be changed with the recent addition of dinosaurs.

"I propose a toast to the white one, and thank you for your help. May you regain your strength, and in the meantime feel free to rest here." The queen and the hunter each raised a glass of wine, then drank.

There was a moment of silence, before the hunter turned to Ailish. "I believe you wanted to talk to me..." He didn't think he'd offend his mother, as this had been part of the deal.
 

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<spoiler=Between Ailish? and Carnivox>Her gaze turned to the hunter. Carnivox It seemed that he was now ready to speak.

"I did..." She rasped out. "I had figured you were lost along with the others."

The elfen faced demigod looked back at her in bemusment "um... thank you?" If this was what being around the other gods was like he wasn't sure he liked it.

"Oh, forgive me. I've not been myself lately. I had hoped to find the rest of your kin, but I've only found two. They wanted to see you." Or at least one did, despite its own fears. "Do you remember them?"

"My kin? I think you're barking up the wrong tree there." He laughed. "And besides people rarely want to see me."

"But they do Carnivox. They do." She insisted to the hunter. "They're alone and they want to know if you are still here... Do you remember who you were before you crossed to this... world?"

"What do you know about that place?" Carnivox stiffened, a cold chill going down his spine. "I'm not what I was there not anymore. I don't like to talk about that life." How did she know these things? What was his mother thinking keeping this woman around?

"No." A small smile came to her. "You are restored, and there's still hope for us all."

Somewhere she felt that questions were burning in him, questions that demanded answers. "I had hoped to open the gate to find our home, and we found you. And your six kindred friends... Or maybe you found us."

Her smile was strangely comforting. Part of him wished that Eldarwen could be more like that. "I don't have any friends, not from there. That place isn't home to anyone... it's hell. I was nothing there, just a thing. Full of saddness and hate. I went through the gate because I was desperaste to get away. Now you're all trying to go to the other side. You're all fools. If I could I'd break that gate and burn that whole world. Now my father's gone to his death in the dark." He was getting more tense. Carnivox was never very good at controlling his emotions.

She could feel his grief, and her stomach churned at each work. But her eyes raised at his last words. "He went in?" Her gaze turned downward before returning to Carnivox. "I had hoped to enter after I recovered, but your father forces my hand. Please Carnivox, could you take me to the veil? He'll be lost without me."

His pointed ears pricked up at that. "You can bring him back?"

"I know this broken heaven. I can find him. It used to be home. But I cannot move. Could you help me?"

The hunter shook his head, shifting back into his wolf form. "I know every path through these worlds and all the doors to Evermoor! I'll have us there in a heartbeat!" Carnivox sprang to his feet and scooped up the goddess in his arms. "Just hold on tight!" he barked.
 

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Aen watched his new creations take form. Watched them stretch their wings for the first time. Watched them flex and feel out their new bodies. They had no questions; though intelligent they were still beasts. They simply took to the skies when they were ready and hunted to feed their bellies for the first time.

And hunt they did. Air or land or sea, it mattered little, so long as there was prey to be had. Aen grinned. Formidable opponents, powerful friends, and to a certain beast-man, he was sure, the greatest mortal prey. Yes, he had done quite alright for his first try. It was exciting. There weren?t that many, yet, so Aen could watch all of them rather well. And he would have to. This was not one of those things to be taken lightly. It was so strange, that they were all of one species. Some of them had deep and outstanding colors, crimsons and emeralds and golds, things that made them stand out as they hunted, yet they ate all the same. Others were not quite as vibrant or rich, with scales the color of rust or mud. And so many more colors still, blues and grays, the darkest blacks and the purest whites, even mixes of colors to stand out or stay hidden. And their temperaments, from proud and fierce to meek and cunning, their personalities were as differing as their colors. Soon he had taken favorites. There was one of deep crimson, large and fierce and full of power. Another, a dull brown but smart and proud of his scales nonetheless. A startling pair of black and white already taken with each other as mates, hunting together and play fighting. But one above all the rest intrigued him. The gray wasn?t quite as large as the others, but he was swifter and more agile, especially in the skies. Once he stretched his wings he was all but invincible, and playful besides. He would zip around nipping at the tails of the others, or flit around them, a distraction their swats couldn?t quite reach. Which appeared to be a good thing, for once he was angered he lashed out himself, a ball of speed and fury without the cleverness and elegance he had when calm. This was the one, Aen decided.

Aen took on an avatar, the first time he had ever done so. It felt strange, to be constrained into a physical form. Sure, he usually had a form he took on but he never felt contained like this. It was like an itch he quite couldn?t scratch, but hoping it would fade with time and familiarity, Aen shrugged it off and continued on. He found the creature in its lair, sleeping. That was good. He waited at the edge of the cave patiently until the beast awoke, and even then did not continue inward. Still, he made it clear he was aware of the dragon, and not unsuspecting to prey. It sniffed at him and came closer, intrigued. Nothing had entered it?s lair before, dragon or otherwise. Slowly, Aen did the same. It did not recoil at first, as expected. It seemed to grow even braver, even! Aen smiled. This was good. He would need that bravery in the coming days. Finally he was close enough to touch the beast, and he held out a hand. The dragon sniffed the hand, and lowered its head. Aen touched one of his creations for the first time. It was strange, to know he had created this and yet he had no control over it that it did not give itself. Not yet. But the price? it would be worth it. He stepped back and conjured up a knife. It knew no fear of steel, as none of his brothers did, but watched it all the same. Then he began carving a symbol into his hand, the same as one of the two upon the dragons back. It was the rune for the bond. Then, without waiting, he carved another inside of the first; the same one imprinted upon his breast, over his heart. It was frightening to have it bared to the world, even in his blood, but it must be done. He held up the symbol to the beast, the blood beginning to run. It must have understood, instinctively, for it lowered itself and allowed him onto its back. He climbed on, slowly, careful with his left hand so as not to smear the blood. There were the runes, hidden from all eyes but a rider upon its back. A true name, unspeakable but once seen unforgettable. But it was not ready yet. He cut into the dragon as carefully as he could, the rune of bonding coming to him easily, but tracing slowly the one meant only for the creature it was imprinted upon. It never even cringed. Aen pressed his runes into the creature's own, mixing blood and spirit. As he did, he thought to send out a message to Zareth, and perhaps Carnivox. Binding the soul, even though done with runes, might be better done by one who has mastery of it. And if anyone could make this dragon a better hunter, it would be Carnivox. He sent a message to Zareth, a short understanding of what he wanted, and the desire to pass that message on to his son. For only a moment he considered asking Ailish, but his shame drove him away from that. After this, he swore to himself, he would see her. After this he would apologize and make things right.

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Take on a physical Avatar, Effortless

Create Demi-God, DC 15, AP 3, MP 1
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Grix, Lord of the Skies
+2 Wind: Grix's exceptional flying skills were only amplified by bonding with Aen. Now he does not just ride the wind currents, he controls them. His mastery of air allows him to manipulate things from complete stillness to the strongest hurricanes. Grix can also slice into his enemies with currents as thin and sharp as a blade.
-2 Wild Rage: Grix has a fierce temper, and can be moved to anger quickly. Once enraged, he becomes illogical and his powers unpredictable. Due to the bond they share, Aen is affected by Grix's mood, and can lose his head with him. This can make it difficult for Aen to even want to calm him down, nevermind do it.
 

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Eldarwen 20

They departed quickly and she was left alone, so much for hospitality. If Zareth had gone into the broken heaven alone he only had himself to blame. Either he came back or died a weakling. She remained seated, when someone knocked at the door. She thought she had told them to leave her alone? It better be important, but her guests had left anyway.

"Yes, enter."

Two Ekiruru opened the large door and dragged something after them into the dining hall. "We apologize for disturbing you, queen, but we found this." They dropped it to the hard ground with a clang. Eldarwen got up and walked over to it, to check what it was. Whatever it had been it was certainly dead now. Though death might be the wrong word for a machine...

"Where did you find this?" She asked.

"In the forest, queen. There's a lot more. We don't know how they got there though."

While it may be a machine, it had no reason to be on her planet. Actually, that made it a problem. Technology had no place on her planet, it could only do harm. One of the other gods must have put it there. It was insulting and harmful to nature.

"Have you caught any wyverns yet?" They looked puzzled at her question, but it could be helped. She would simply have to bring them wyverns for this task. "Meet me in the courtyard in two hours and you better bring more battle born with you."

Two hours later a few hundred battle born had gathered in the courtyard and the surrounding street. They had always been ready for this day, it just hadn't come until now. She was standing on the stairs leading to her palace, overlooking the courtyard.

"You've trained for a day which you didn't think would ever come. You've done well in the eyes of the godess, and she has rewarded you." Eldarwen summoned or called out to the surrounding forest. She wanted them to come and they did, from the trees they rose into the sky and descended upon the courtyard, almost blackening the sun out with their shadows. The Ekiruru were excited about their new gift, and it didn't take long before some of them had climbed onto the wyverns.

"Seek out the machine people and remember that this is not a war. This is nature bringing her fist down on technology. Do not return unless you are certain they're all dead and gone from the surface of our planet."

She felt a sudden urge to climb onto a wyvern as well and join them in battle. The day when she fought alongside them may very well come, but it was not this day. Eldarwen turned around and went back inside her palace, as the Ekiruru flew into battle.
 

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For many years Olek roamed as the Preacher, until one day he came once more to the great cities in the center of Olegard. His arrival there did not go unnoticed, and upon entering the gates of one such town he caused great fear in the heart of it's lord, who sent guards to watch him.

They found the Preacher in the market, but to their surprise he was silent. There were no great rallying cries and calls to arms, no attempt to claim authority above the lord; no, the Preacher simply sat in silence, his eyes closed as his hands pressed firmly together, as a silent crowd looked on.

I would like to create a golden chain with the attribute [+2 Fire], with jurisdiction of both physical and spiritual fire. If sucessful, it will appear in the Preacher's hands.

Other gods are welcome to aid, but please could they do so subtly, or at range =)
 

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The First Cathedral was one of the grandest buildings in the Lainir Empire. It was constructed of dark marble, and situated on the highest level of Gaerev Vantric. In spite of this, it stretched deep into the mountain and housed many facilities for the training of its young initiates. The priests of the Lainir Church were among the greatest mages in the Empire, which made them among the elite of the elite when it came to magic. Aside from being a house of worship to the gods, it also functioned as the premier arcane academy on Evalon.

At the top of the Cathedral was the Emperor's Room. The room was used by the church for the coronation of every emperor and the death of every emperor. Aside from that, the room remained closed save when the emperor felt the need to pray to the gods. It was a large room, immaculately decorated in various religious icons. The front of the room was dominated by three stain-glass windows depicting Vantric, M'endar, and Melanthios respectively. Along the other walls were images of the other gods. At the back of the room was a great shrine, cast in gold, of the dagger and eye, set in obsidian, the icon of the Church and of the Empire. It was a grand room, but solemn. There were no seats, no furniture; aside from the shrine the room was empty. It was a room never made for the living, a fact that was not lost on the room?s singular occupant.

High Emperor Hirot Kon, by the grace of the gods ruler of the Lainir Empire, knelt at the base of the shrine. He was not a pious man, nor even a particularly religious man, he was half-convinced the gods were nothing but myths, and fully convinced that they wouldn?t care about mortal sufferings even if they did. Nonetheless, he felt a certain peace when he prayed, a peace even the deathly-still Emperor?s Room couldn?t shake from him. Times were becoming quite trying of late, he reflected. Metal creatures had risen up at the fringes of the Empire and seemed to be progressing quite steadily across the continent. Compounding fears of this new species were reports of great armored monsters appearing in the skies. The reports were spotty at best, but they were coming in an increasingly greater volume from far-off corners of the Empire. The Assembly was divided and gridlocked, uncertain which threat to deal with first, something that, despite his best attempts to bring them into line, he seemed unable to overcome. He pressed his face into his hands. The people needed an emperor to give them direction, but what to do when the emperor himself needs direction?

"My, my, you've certainly come up in the world, haven?t you Hirot?" Came a voice, as if from nowhere. The emperor was at once on his feet, flicking out his claws and preparing to call on his magical powers. Briefly, he wondered how an intruder got past his guards and into this room. Quickly scanning, Hirot was surprised to see that the room was as empty as it had ever been. He took a half step back and kept his guard up.

"Twenty years ago you were nothing more than a page to House Drimor. Now, you stand at the helm of the greatest empire in the world. Quite an accomplishment." The voice continued. "Of course, there were certain troubles that you had to deal with, didn't you? It's too bad the Drimor didn?t make it to see your rise. Everyone knew how much you owed to Lord Nolim. Though I doubt he'd have been half so generous if he knew who you were really working for."

"Whatever you've heard, it?s lies, all of it!" Hirot shouted, still searching for the voice that seemed to be getting closer. "Begone! Or I?ll call the guards!"

"No you won't, Hirot." The voice said, "We both know you won't. You've always been one to get your hands dirty when need be. Besides, I'm not here to harm you." One of the walls rippled for a moment, and out of the shadows came a lainir figure in a black cloak. "I'm here because you asked for me."

Hirot turned and faced this new figure. "No, I didn't. Now leave, before I call the guards."

The figure tisked and walked closer, "You should show more respect Hirot. You wouldn't want to anger your god now, would you?"

The emperor paused for a moment, dumbfounded. After processing what the other lainir said, he responded, "You're Vantric?" The god nodded. "You're not a god. You're just some?some street magician with a few tricks." He said forcefully.

Vantric rolled his eyes. "You mortals, always insisting on displays to prove our superiority. Can't you just accept certain things on faith?" Hirot glared at the god. Vantric sighed. "If you insist." He dissolved into a mist and touched the emperor's mind, bringing up various memories. Every meeting, ever murder, every alliance that advanced him on his rise to power for twenty years ran through his mind. Hirot clutched his head under the barrage of memories. A moment later, the god's physical embodiment reformed.

"I trust you believe me now?" Vantric asked. Hirot only nodded. "Good." He motioned for the emperor to come closer to him. "There is a continent to the northwest of here. It is the home to a race of creatures known as the dwarves." Vantric reached out and touched the emperor's mind again, showing him the two continents. "The dwarves are proud, prickly and hotheaded. They also know nothing of the Great Game. You will send out an expedition to the dwarven lands. I would like the lainir to teach the dwarves how to play the Great Game."

Hirot regained some measure of composure. "I will do so at once, my lord. However, there are other troubles afflicting the Empire, it may be difficult."

"Troubles that take priority over an order from your god?" Vantric asked.

"Unfortunately, yes. There are reports. Flying creatures are appearing in the skies. The people call them dragons. And metal men are scouring the Empire in search of?something. I try to get the Assembly to work but at this time it is difficult. My lord."

Vantric frowned at the situation. "If the metal men pose a problem, destroy them. Eliminating one problem should get things moving more quickly."

Hirot nodded. "It will be done."

Vantric smiled. "See to it at once. Now, I have other business to attend to." He made to leave, "Oh and one more thing Hirot." The emperor turned back to the god. "I won?t accept any unnecessary delays on this."

Hirot stood quietly as the god vanished into the shadows. After a moment he ran out of the room. He had work to do.

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Roe - 25, 2

"MY NAME IS SEITH! YOU SHALL OBEY MY DIVINE WILL!"

The Grigori in the temple threw themselves upon the ground and grovelled in front of the great statue pathetically. After a time, the bravest of the group spoke hesitantly.

"Oh... oh great one, why have you picked us?"

"I AM HERE TO TELL YOU NEW RULES YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW, OTHERWISE I'LL BLOW YOU UP!

ONE: YOU MUST ALL SAY 'I'M A STUPID ANGEL' EVERY DAY WHEN YOU WAKE UP

TWO: YOU HAVE TO WEAR A GREEN HAT ALL THE TIME

THREE: ALL OF YOUR BOY BABIES MUST BE CALLED FAT HEAD AND ALL OF YOUR GIRL BABIES MUST BE CALLED FATINA..."

The Grigori nodded fearfully, not wanting to anger the supposed god. Meanwhile up on the ledge, in a pause between their fits of giggles, Roe whispered to Fallen Petal.

"You want to control what he says? Tell me what to say."

She crawled over to him and whispered in his ear what she wanted the god to say through the statue.

"FOUR: YOU MUST SEND ALL YOUR GOOD STUFF TO EVALON

FIVE: ROE IS A S... HEY I'M NOT SAYING THAT!"

The Grigori continued to watch on in perplexed horror, this Seith seemed odd, different from the one their stories described. The statue appeared to be struggling with itself for a moment and then reasserted control.

"NOW GO OUT AND TELL ALL OTHER ANGELS TO DO THE SAME OR I'LL SQUASH YOU FLAT"

They fled once these words had been spoken, glad to obey the statue's command if it meant getting out of the temple. One remained however who was more fearful than the rest, she stayed frozen kneeling on the ground, head bowed.

"LEAVE NOW!"

She remained where she was. The statue picked her up angrily and began to squeeze her body in his hands, the angel crying out in pain. High up on the ledge, Roe grinned manically and slowly moved his fingers closed together.

"Hey!" Petal cried, her smile vanished, "Stop it, that's mean!"

"Huh?" Roe replied, looking questioningly at his friend.

"I don't want you to hurt any angels, I like them,"

"Fine," Roe said sulkily and the statue dropped the Grigori, she scrambled out of the temple like a mouse bolting out of a trap.

Outside the angels who had witnessed the miraculous event fled across Coelus, spreading tales of the living statues everywhere like wildfire. Some believed them, many didn't, but what could be certain was that those Grigori would never be quite the same again... and that Roe and Petal's adventure was far from over yet.


DC: 9 Town Action, 3 AP - Roe inspires a large group of mortals(500) for life to become more chaotic, carefree and to question Seith's authority by the spreading news of the statue's coming to life. +6 Chaos