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Bashemath

Primordial in nature but not quite a god or mortal, growing life from death, writhing shadow born of the sap of Abaranne's tree.

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a character in “Pantheon: Shattered World”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Bashemath the Writhing Life

[Incarnation of]

The Black Ichor

[Elemental Affinity]

Earth and Dark

[Alignment]

Chaotic Neutral

[Physical description of preferred forms]

Black Ichor, the amorphous inky black liquid born of Abaranne's grief, Bashemath is a consciousness formed from it, molded by it. It cannot exists long from the source unless occupying a body, it reanimates the dead to act as avatars for Bashemath.

Preferred form A strange dark child with a white face, black lips and black nose, and black hair and tentacles, her eyes black save for blue eyes shaped like 8s.

Other forms Any avatars she possesses, and a large tentacled creature resembling a corruption of Abaranne. They have ink-like fluid filling their eyes, sometimes dripping out, black lips, and black tendrils protruding from the spine.

[Preferred Gender]

Female

[Means of Godhood]

While uncertainty exists of being a god, her birth was from the black ichor of the tree of Abaranne, an embodiment of her grief while seeing the carnage wrought upon her children.

[Personality]

She is strange, eerie, her tone and nature seems to shift on a whim, but always always smiling, always staring, always speaking softly while digging for a reaction. She has an almost lustful obsession with mortal beings and their livelihood, showing some kind of love for the flesh, perhaps a kind of corruption of Abaranne's love for her children. She shows an incapability to lie, instead choosing not to answer a question rather than falsifying information, a trait that seems etched into her very being rather than conscious honesty.

When reanimating the dead, some aspects of the former life carry over into the avatar, but are merely an echo of the person or creature rather than the original.

She shows distrust of the gods, especially those that enter Ertse'gart, a trait considered potentially dangerous, perhaps more so with her spreading influence.

[Worshiped by]

Little to none, much of what appears as first as followers are instead her avatars.

[Symbols]

"Bashemath's Eye" "It gazes inward and outward, sees through lies, peers through you."

[Divine Weapon]
None.

[Blessings]

Perpetuation: death marks the end of the former life, but through Bashemath the experiences and memories do not fade away, assimilating them when reanimating their evacuated body some part of them will persist in the mortal world after death.

Symbiosis: Augmenting the bodies of beings, she can improve their survival in exchange for linking with them, actively aware of their every move.

[Curses]

Last Will: With the memories of the murdered and maligned, they return to persecute their killer and drive them to madness, dragging them back to be dealt with in Bashemath's domain.

Leech: Latching a part of herself to another, she draws strength from them, and in part, power, while weakening them until it is purged or the connection is severed. Fire works if it can be endured.

[Realm]

Ertse'gart Nexus, the center point around the monument of Abaranne's former life.

[Most Notable Creation]

The Undying, avatars created from people and animals that once left the mortal coil, now reanimated as the black-blooded populous.

[Preferred form of worship]

None.

So begins...

Bashemath's Story

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#, as written by Zalgo
Creep

He nodded, listening on to her discussing her love for the harp's music. He could hear the talking going on in the distance as well, noting that Carissa went quiet so as to not alert any listeners. He looked around and also noticed that the other two had separated from her, going off somewhere.

Holding out his hand a cricket jumped into his palm. From it he got several impressions of the people it saw in the nearby forest.

"Szshe szays that two who werre wearring cloakzs were recievvving thingzs from a winged man." The ear wig put the cricket's message into words Creep could understand.


He looked over to the direction he could hear the talking coming from. There was more however.

"Szhe alszo szays that therre arre szevvverral beingzs also speaking not farr off." The ear wig continued. He couldn't know just who was talking but given how weird things were happening he was prepared for the unexpected. He continued on, his newest acquaintance presumably accompanying him as he continued towards one of the groups of people talking.

The setting changes from Hoffngard to Ertse'gart

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Azeal offered the goddess a smile, “ Well, all things my mother taught me aside, any man would agree the complement is well deserved.” Azeal managed to say before Edna added, "I almost forgot, before I met you I was planning on finding Bashemath. You see, a fellow deity known as Xyr who is the God of horror and tragedy seems to have upset her. I was hoping to find her and calm her down and talk to her. Of course that was until that sudden event and you appeared. Also, I am thankful you enjoy the tea." Azeal raised an eyebrow, “Well, with such responsibilities I'm sure he’s quite the pleasant fellow.” Azeal wittedly quipped. “Can’t say I would blame her if he is as his title says. If you are indeed looking for her would you mind company in your search?” He asked.

"You intend to go in there, but she, th-that is, Bashemath has shown a rather distrusting of gods-" Renwick begins to say, but notes something before continuing. "Except, of course, as you have made clear in more ways than one... you are different. I worry, of course, I am uncertain how the Black Ichor will react to one as you, but if you have some answer to her current state... then, not only would it help restore this world, it would also... perhaps... help my master finally forgive himself. Until today he had been so... withdrawn." Azeal nodded, “Yes I do. It might serve me well as I am no god. As I have said I have unique abilities but I’m as mortal as any normal being. So I may, at the most, be able to talk with her as an equal.” He said. It was then Renwick then answered his question on the passage of time. Eyes downcast for a moment, he thought on how to answer his question, he looked down and interlocked his hands for a moment before taking a breath.

"It has been over ten centuries since the fall," he says dropping his face once more. "Much has changed, the beastkin have scattered into tribes, often infighting, and the once great architects have dwindled into paranoid underground dwellers, now called merely goblins. However, not all so grim is that city up there, as it was built up from the ruins of the old Hoffngard, reborn in its own way... hah, kind of like us I suppose." Azeal’s brow wrinkled as he took this information in, “Indeed, what you tell me is indeed a far cry from what I once knew…..ten centuries. That would be-” Azeal closed his eyes and began muttering, “Lets see a century is one hundred years….ten of those would be one hundred added ten times and would be-” He muttered some more as he did the calculations. He lifted his cup of tea to his lips to take a sip but just as he was about to swallow he finished his calculations. Azeal’s eyes flung open wide and he swallowed hard, “One thousand years?!” He all but squeaked, “I’ve been gone for over a thousand years?” His voice hollow. The shock wasn’t quite depressing but it did bring a true sense of how much had changed since he had been gone. Azeal put his cup down as he processed this information.

Suddenly a new man, bald and wearing green clothing appeared appeared out of nowhere. He looked over everyone before settling his eyes on Azea, raised an eyebrow and spoke to him, "Time is a thing that goes on its own and leaves you behind. In our company once you've lost all your time you have all you will ever need."

Smiling at Edna he thumbed at Azeal, "Would this be the fellow? I have a map to the furthest warrens and a key." Azeal brought himself out his thoughts long enough to hear what the man said and raised an eyebrow himself. He thought for a moment before responding, “Indeed that is true, but often it is best to remember what time left behind, for when it comes again, it tends to see how well you treated it’s gift.” Azeal smiled solemnly, “And I believe I am the fellow you and a few others as it appears, are looking for.” He added.

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As Edna was about to reply, she turned to face the new arrival to their little congregation. Scire had arrived and asked her if the person was the fellow. What did he mean by that exactly? The fellow that might have caused the disturbance? Or some other fellow? She was going with the former on this decision. "Azeal is indeed the one that had appeared, however if it was from the sky or from the ground remains a mystery. However it is nice that you have also shown up, we don't have to explain this situation when we got back." She spoke bowing her head in the deities direction.

She then turned to Azeal as he asked is she did not mind company on their search. With a smile she replied. "Of course, I decided to willingly find her on my own time. I don't mind if you tag along, it would make for more pleasant company and a less lonely trip as we search for her." However when Azeal mentioned Xyr being pleasant her smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown. "I do not like talking ill about anyone, however Xyr is not pleasant to be around. He enjoys peoples deaths and dragging others into his ever growing scheme. He sees life as a play, and all the people who are just minding their own business his personal playthings. He made Xyr angry despite what we know of her! He is risking the safety of the people for his fun! I just...I hate people who treat life like what he does!" Her voiced was clearly full of anger, however she did not seem physicaly angry. Edna covered her mouth with her free hand, surprised that she raised her voice in such a way.

The flowers growing near Edna seemed to relize her distress and wrapped themselves around her, almost like how a dog would nuzzle his face to calm down their owner. Just as suddenly as she was mad, her smile returned. "Oh dear...Apologies for raising my voice like that. Xyr is not a nice topic for me. I understand why he does this, I just dislike what he does. Again, sorry for my sudden burst of anger. I am normally peaceful and friendly." She apolgised and bowed her head low.

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  1. Oh shoot, almost forgot Renwick was still in scene!

    by MartinVole

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In the shadows along with Tenebris, Basalah watched intently this congregation of gods, listening in on every word exchanged with unwavering concentration. Azeal, a man from the time before and during the fall, of dissension among the gods, and of intents to meet the mistress of whom Basalah serves, of whom holds the being's lifeline. Something stirs inside the jester-like creature, of fear and loyalty.

"The Flowered Field, the Fallen Star, and the Moon, they seek the Sun, for the sake of the Tree," the creature squeaks, a voice shrill, singsong, almost childlike in its nature. She grasps the ear and climbing onto the back of the great predator whom now seems now bent to Basalah's will. "The Storm, callous thing, cannot be trusted I says, it seeks to eclipse the Sun, clip my heart's fluttering wings! Pah! But what is this in Basalah, to serve the Sun through betrayal, to seek the eyes in the dark?"

With this, the two begin to sneak back into the dark depths of the forest, leaving behind Lumina, still guided by the will of Bashemath, who remained concentrated on Azeal. Moved by his distress, but without the ability to communicate through words, the beast instead trills Abaranne's lullaby. As it does so, it begins to wipe off the black ichor stains from under its eyes and writes with it upon the top of its head the symbol of the Sun, of "hope".

Renwick saw as Scire entered the gathering and gave a polite bow to a figure he had come to see as a superior. He then held his forehead and shook his head, almost forgetting why he had come to begin with. "Hah, I am lucky my master is a tolerant one, I was sent here specifically by Hazarmaveth to greet you, Azeal, and offer you passage to Raelenea should you ever choose to go," he says with a chuckle pointing upwards beyond the sky at a mass set aloft amidst the Astral Sea. "Given your connection to the Great Essences, I suppose it would not be hard to find a way, but in case you can't, then take this as a call for passage."

With this he reaches into his cloak and pulls out an ornate black bell with a blue glow within, signed with the symbol of Hazarmaveth signifying that it was less a toy and instead a gate key linked to its creator. Renwick hands it to Azeal.

"Ring this should you find yourself otherwise incapable to make the trip, as for me, I am behind on my duties," he says, taking another bow to everyone. "It was nice to meet an old face, needless to say it is rare, I hope you find what you are looking for, and luck in your quest, friend."

With this he once again takes wing and flies out away from the group.

Elsewhere, Rey Jihara had made her way out of the city and into the forest, finding herself a place of momentary respite to try on the armor gifted to her by the god Hairviu. Carefully she slipped on each piece behind some shrubbery before the others could arrive. She was very bashful for a beastkin, none improved by poor opinions on her own appearance. Surprisingly it fit, and well to her physique, adding no burden to her as she flexed her extremities. She felt stronger just for wearing it, and through her surprise she had forgotten to reapply the garb of her order, her fiery red hair standing out even in the dim of the forest.

"Hah, it is trrrue what they say, little does compete with the craft of a god," she muses, testing it out with a few practicing strikes at the wind.

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Scire's face brightened along wide violet eyes as he dug through a multitude of pockets for the keys he'd brought with him. Out came sacrificial daggers, an egg shaped object with a metal ring in it, a handful of fountain pens, and several copies of a book with ancient lore. The books were deposited onto the ground but fell into neat little piles. He finally produced a metal keyring with strange makes of every nonsense description some difficult to recognize as keys at all. He grabbed the ring in his gauntleted hand and pulled another from it manifesting a smaller subset of them with one ephemeral key only recognized by Azeal.

Scire nodded at the bow of Renwick a servant. Where he had the moths others kept intelligent tools. He couldn't help but connect the whole web of his followers rather than dedicate thought to new blood. Still he admired the focused servants however they were made.

He offers the new smaller keyring and wax-sealed map to the god of hope and will, Azeal. With a sharp-toothed smile he says, "I came because something tells me you'll make a good neighbor. Should you find your house on this map of my furthest warrens. With a key to a side door to your domain or at least as close a one as my moths can make quiet yet. It's only polite I provide access to it. My warrens reach toward new knowledge in all directions but there's only a map if the moths can write it. One must secure one's inventions, you see. The keys will tell you where the entrance is but don't worry about my bleeding birds at the entrances they know better than to prey on visitors that belong."

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"Azeal is indeed the one that had appeared, however if it was from the sky or from the ground remains a mystery. However it is nice that you have also shown up, we don't have to explain this situation when we got back." She spoke bowing her head in the deities direction. She then turned to Azeal as he asked is she did not mind company on their search. With a smile she replied. "Of course, I decided to willingly find her on my own time. I don't mind if you tag along, it would make for more pleasant company and a less lonely trip as we search for her." Azeal smiled, “Thank you, I am very curious about Bashemath and hope she can explain some things to me.” However when Azeal mentioned Xyr being pleasant her smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown. Azeal watched as she went into a full blown tirade about Xyr and all he anguish he caused, her voice full of anger as she went on for several moments before she covered her mouth with her free hand, surprised that she raised her voice in such a way.

The flowers growing near Edna seemed to realize her distress and wrapped themselves around her. Just as suddenly as she was mad, her smile returned. "Oh dear...Apologies for raising my voice like that. Xyr is not a nice topic for me. I understand why he does this, I just dislike what he does. Again, sorry for my sudden burst of anger. I am normally peaceful and friendly." She apologized and bowed her head low. Azeal raised an eyebrow at the sudden switch in personalities then waved a hand dismissively, “ No need to apologize. I was being sarcastic when I said he sounded like a pleasant fellow but I understand how such a being would be quite an irritant.” Azeal said.

As they were speaking the Hanan which had been part of their company began to trill. It was musical and familiar, very familiar. Azeal snapped his head to the creature as it sang what he recognized as Abaranne's lullaby. He watched as the creature wiped the black tear stains and draw a symbol for the sun on it’s head. The meaning was not lost on Azeal who stared blankly at the creature for a moment before slowly smiling, “You’re full of surprises my friend.” He said as he reached over and pet the creature in a gesture of thanks, “Thank you friend.” He said to the Hanan.
"Hah, I am lucky my master is a tolerant one, I was sent here specifically by Hazarmaveth to greet you, Azeal, and offer you passage to Raelenea should you ever choose to go," Renwick said with a chuckle pointing upwards beyond the sky at a mass set aloft amidst the Astral Sea. "Given your connection to the Great Essences, I suppose it would not be hard to find a way, but in case you can't, then take this as a call for passage." With this he reached into his cloak and pulled out an ornate black bell with a blue glow within, signed with some symbol signifying that it was less a toy and instead something far more important. Renwick handed it to Azeal who took it in his hand, "Ring this should you find yourself otherwise incapable to make the trip, as for me, I am behind on my duties," he said, taking another bow to everyone. Azeal nodded, “Thank you Renwick, for all the help you have given me I am extremely grateful.” "It was nice to meet an old face, needless to say it is rare, I hope you find what you are looking for, and luck in your quest, friend." With this he once again took wing and flew out away from the group.

Azeal looked over the bell a bit more before placing it on his belt. Scire's face brightened as he dug through a multitude of pockets for the something. Out came sacrificial daggers, an egg shaped object with a metal ring in it, a handful of fountain pens, and several copies of a book with ancient lore. The books were deposited onto the ground but fell into neat little piles. Curious Azeal picked one up and looked it over, “Hmm, lore books. Very useful in just about every situation.” Azeal said as he respectfully placed the book back. Scire finally produced a metal keyring with strange makes of every nonsense description some difficult to recognize as keys at all. He grabbed the ring in his gauntleted hand and pulled another from it manifesting a smaller subset of them with one ephemeral key Azeal somehow recognized.

Scire offered the new smaller keyring and wax-sealed map to the god of hope and will. With a sharp-toothed smile he says, "I came because something tells me you'll make a good neighbor. Should you find your house on this map of my furthest warrens. With a key to a side door to your domain or at least as close a one as my moths can make quite yet. It's only polite I provide access to it. My warrens reach toward new knowledge in all directions but there's only a map if the moths can write it. One must secure one's inventions, you see. The keys will tell you where the entrance is but don't worry about my bleeding birds at the entrances they know better than to prey on visitors that belong." Azeal took the items and had to take a moment to process what the man said, but then smiled and nodded, “Thank you God Scire, this is all very new to me and I appreciate you and you’re moth’s assistance.” Azeal bowed to the god in thanks for his assistance.

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As Edna sits quiety as the others continued to talk, she continued to weave her flowers in silence. She listened to the others Gods talk among eachother, of course it was clear that she had no more topics to speak of. But she decided to wait paintiently until they all finished their conversation. Azeal mentioned that he wanted to find Bashemath as well and wanted to tag along. It would be rude to just up and leave him behind.

Of course it was a little awkward for her to sit still in silence as the others all seem to know what they were doing. However a thought crossed her mind, they were near a town right? It was called Hoffngard, that name was familiar because that's were she sent her hero to meet up with the others. They must have seen the massive event and chances are they were coming soon.

With that thought in mind Edna finished her cup of tea and placed it on the tray before focusing on the flower weave she was doing.

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#, as written by SunKrus
Kana Na-Ahn
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As a very rare occasion, Kana gave something similar to a smile. Action is always satisfying to young elementals, and this was finally the type of event she liked to see. Gifts in hand, she watched the god leave, then felt an overwhelming enthusiasm to just move. Elementals do get that sometimes, and often when the elder ones are struck by it they cause abnormal earth tremors, weather patterns, heat waves, and the like. Thankfully, Kana did not yet have influence over the earth, and it was exhibited by striding purposefully towards the gate in front of them.

"Alright, let's go!" she called, not waiting for a response. "First order of business, let's figure out what that light show was about. If it's nothing, we need to move on our mission.

Holding her new sword crossed downward in front of her body, she approached the gate. Kana wasn't sure the best way to keep hold of something this big, but for now it was comfortable enough to simply hold the impressive artifact.

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Scire pushed up his glasses and nodded at Azeal as he took his leave gleefully, "I see you have things to do and I have an artist to check into. More art for the galleries! Ever expanding these days they find so much inspiration in suffering."

Done with this little side-interest away he walked toward the same entrance he'd come in. Produced from one pocket Scire dropped a flyer for a curiosities shop run by one of his moths. Reasonably nearby it existed next to some place that sold tea. While he had a sense that it should go here there were too many fluttering wings in his mind to remember why. By the name of Oghma he thought the fellow collected knowledge and crafting tools. Scire'd had him making something or other. The breadcrumbs in his wake got used when they needed to be in the web of things. Honestly he left them all over. The waterproof parchment fluttered and whirled before catching on the edge of a bush.

The setting changes from Ertse'gart to Astral Sea

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  1. Wish I could move posts, should be in Erste'gart.

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Shale could instantly recognize the aura encircling him. It was somewhat ancient, but not quite as godlike as Hazarmaveth. At once, the shadow of the tree shifted once more, back into the proper form of the object. Out of the shadow, Shale appeared. He decided to respond to the voice, rather than taking action like he would normally rather do.

"Without disease, the lives of everyone would be miserable. Overpopulation would reign, and many would be homeless. Better to make a select few suffer than to make all suffer."

Shale chuckled a bit after his last statement, mainly to annoy the strange being.

"Of course, something like you cares nothing for life, just your own entertainment."

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Shale observes the woman thoroughly, and seems to stand there simply idle, plotting his next move. While it would be beneficial to him to simply run away, he supposed that he would be shamed for cowardice. He could fight, but there was simply nothing for him to fight at the moment. Finally, Shale spoke up, the swirling darkness increasing its rotation ever so quickly.

"Ever changing, always growing. That is a form you simply cannot take if you want to survive in the harsh environment that is life. Step down, or the sons of creation will be on your heels more quickly than you can prepare."

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Bashemath


Bashemath's avatar looks crestfallen for a moment after hearing Shale's response, and lowers her head and sighs. As soon as she does, however, she snaps her head back up, a wild grin on her face and breaks into laughter that echoes through the woods.

"What nonsense it is this that you speak, it sounds almost as if the shadows blinded you as much as that other mad god," she shouts, her tone crackling. "Is it not the nature of life to grow and change? Or is it... that by your definition that life equates to stagnation?! That which refuses to grow or change is doomed to desolation! Doomed, like Aettean!"

There's a brief pause, as the avatar slaps her hand over her face, half covering it, frowning once more. The atmosphere quickly grows grim.

"Of course, something like you cares nothing for life," she echoes starkly, some kind of deep resentment was not even trying to hide itself. "You say I care nothing for life, yet you gods look down upon a dying world without batting an eye. Are you so long disconnected from pain? To compassion? As for Aettean being doomed, the very reason it survived the fall was because Abaranne gave into it her very being as the great tree. And that is slowly waning. Father is probably skulking away in his own misery to even notice."

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Shale ponders the response to his statement very thoughtfully. On one hand, they are right, but on the other hand they are still causing trouble, and Shale still refuses to admit defeat. "Listen, pest, You clearly do not understand godly bodies in the slightest. I would continue quarreling with you, however I have yet more of my job to you. I hope you understand clearly that this is not a victory for you, and you shall be defeated when I have the time.

With his words, Shale disappears into shadow once again, leaving behind some black mist in the air, with one last word for Bashemath to hear.

Pest.

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As more people gathered together, Edna responded to Rey. "Please do calm down. I understand that meeting the Gods in the flesh must be a rather...interesting event, but at least compose yourself. Take a moment to breath, and you may rise." The Goddess spoke, very caring and very friendly. She did not want her to just stay on her knees in a panic. They did not bite...at least she is sure no one here bites anyone.

However Edna and Carissa both heard the quiet God speak up, almost like no one acknowledged his presence. "Of course we can see you Creep. Not often you come around the others. But I am pleased to see you doing well." With her response, Carissa jumped in surprised. He was a deity! She never seen him before or heard of him before! "If it counts, I can see you as well! Although if you were invisible then it would be difficult to talk to you." She added.

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Rey Jihara


"I'm sorrry, I am so used to being eitherrr looked down upon at best and fearred at worst," she murmurs rising up. "And everr since I've learrrned to read I've been verry interested in gods, how they live, how they work, how they came to be... I just got... carrried away."

She looks to Azeal, then looks down, she still did not know how to having her face referred to as lovely. She had long grown distrusting to the faces of beastkin, nearly disgusted even, and much rather preferring to ones like humans and similar. To be called lovely, it felt good regardless.

"Thank you," she says to him, bowing. She then hears Edna speak and snaps looking back at Creep, eyes wide. "Wait, you... a god? Wait... Crrrreep? Ah... should I... rrreally call you that? I mean... if your name is Crreep then I suppose I wouldn't be actually calling you one."

She scratches her head, more worried it was a derogatory nickname than anything else. Plus, he didn't seem that creepy to her, just strange, if anything was creepy, it was what laid ahead of them.

Bashemath



Pest, he calls me?

The atmosphere over the entire forest slowly shifts as Bashemath's mood has taken a for the worse. The conversation with one dark god was enough to annoy her, but now two have undermined her. One who wants to manipulate, and another who seemed too arrogant to even listen. "They think they are so unique, perhaps they will listen if I were to show them otherwise," she says, pondering. She walks along the great tree, looking out among the creatures around her. Basalah, Tenebris, and Lumina were missing, and yet she could only feel Lumina's presence. It was peculiar. "Lumina, return."

Lumina stands up with ears drawn back, a clear sign of fear in her eyes. Her master was very unhappy and needed her. Without so much as a sound, she takes off into the direction of Bashemath.

"That was strange," Rey comments, drawing back one ear. Her hair stands on end as she too felt some dramatic change in the forest, something flowing inwards towards its core.

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She scratches the back of her neck, Creep had certainly a rather pathetic presence to him, like a floor mat perhaps. It was not the grand image she had come to expect of a god, then again, she does not know much on the actual image of gods to start with until recently. Still, with Creep, it was less like she was seeing a god and more like a man who's dreams have all shriveled up and died.

"To be honest," Rey began, retrieving her mask. She figured, since Creep was a god then there was no problem in letting him know just what was going on. Calming herself some from her previous panic, she started to show more poise than previously displayed. "We were sent to obserrrve the behavior of the Black Ichorr. Simply scouting, of courrse. I'm sorrry if it seemed like..."

She thinks for a moment, rummaging through the events that have transpired recently.

"That woman had the same scent as the animal that was herrre," she says under her breath, somewhat startled, pacing and rubbing her chin, then stops and looks over at Creep again, brow raised. "That must have been Bashemath, that is, the name the Black Ichorr calls itself. Strange, she dislikes the gods, but she cerrtainly did not dislike you."

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Edna's smile soon turned to one of concern as the atmosphere changed. She could feel it, something was happening. The forest trembled around her, and it was scared. The plants around her seemed to feel the change and seemed to lie low. Almost like a scared puppy. She carefully scooped the flowers up and conjuring a sphere she placed them into it to be sent to her domain. "You will be safe little flowers...however...I must get a move on. I apologise to everyone but I have to do something." She spoke gently but her actions betrayed her real feelings. She carefully stood up, however she ran in the direction where she felt the disturbance.

In response Carissa jolted up and ran after the Goddess. "I am sorry as well everyone, but Edna may require my aid! I am coming mistress!" She called out as her figure was swallowed into the forest.

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Creep

"To be honest, We were sent to obserrrve the behavior of the Black Ichorr. Simply scouting, of courrse. I'm sorrry if it seemed like..."

He raised an eyebrow, wondering where she was going with that while listening on.

"That woman had the same scent as the animal that was herrre,"

It seemed she shifted gears, starting on the topic of the encounter earlier.


"That must have been Bashemath, that is, the name the Black Ichorr calls itself. Strange, she dislikes the gods, but she cerrtainly did not dislike you."

Creep pondered her words, putting the story together in his head.

"Alright so the woman and the animals are all made of this black ichor that the gods are sending you to investigate. Also she doesn't hate me or whatever."

Perhaps not high poetry but his summary was to the point. He gave the issue some more thought, idly tapping his foot as he dwelt upon it.


"In my experience when the gods send someone on a quest either it's too trivial for them to bother doing themselves or it's too dangerous."

He'd of continued but a voice immediately perked up in his mind.

"Zzzsssire, zsome of the nearby inzsectsz are movving with worry."

Even after all these years together the sound of the ear wig's voice rarely failed to catch Creep off guard. At the same time he mentioned that the goddess Edna donned an expression of worry.


"You will be safe little flowers...however...I must get a move on. I apologize to everyone but I have to do something."

With that she left into the woods, confirming Creep's worry that something was disrupting the area over where those bugs were.

"I am sorry as well everyone, but Edna may require my aid! I am coming mistress!"

He sighed, palming his face as Carissa ran after her deity.

"Better go over and see what the problem is."

With that said he shrugged and sort of halfheartedly kicked into a jog, running over to where the other two went at a leisurely pace.

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Kana Na-Ahn
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It is rare for an elemental to not be the center of attention. However, it was quite a pleasant change. Creep, Rey, the various deities, and of course Carissa were all very absorbed into the conversation. Again, this was good. Especially when Rey mentioned that they were only going to observe the Black Ichor. Sure, observing was their primary purpose, but there was also an experiment to be done.

"Better go over and see what the problem is."

Perfect. Sticking with the bug man might be the safest option. Rey had a habit of running into gods and the such, and quite frankly it would be much better to remain less noticed. Falling in behind Creep, Kana silently kept pace with him.

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"Do not rush ahead so carrrelessly," she yells as she soon follows after them at breakneck pace.

Rey's ears draw back as they proceed further in, a somewhat queasiness hitting the pit of her stomach. Eyes of creatures turned by the Black Ichor lined the trees and sides, staring at them with little motion, as if in a trance. Something felt strange, a force in the air that she had never once before felt, stiffling and oppressive, gathering into one spot, growing more intense the deeper in they went.

The familiar grassy ground is soon replaced by blackened tendrils, tainted by the ichor, squishing with a sickening sound underfoot as they proceed further in. The trees themselves twisted and black from absorbing it, swaying with a life of their own without a breeze. Tentacles forming into spires reaching up into the sky, likely formed from the roots. The landscape now may as well be that of another world.

"This is... impossible," Rey mutters, incapable of accepting the sight before her, her hair literally standing on ends. The smell of the air itself numbed her nose, less like a stench, but a scent her nose cannot comprehend and. Her eyes began to tear and her movement slowing some as her body begins to feel heavier, vision blurring until she wipes her eyes. It took her a moment to realize that it was not some irritant in the air but... a sentiment, she was crying. "This is despair?"

Above, blocking out all the starlight of the sky, the canopy of the great tree of Abaranne looms over, and coming into view was a gathering of figures around a central one performing some strange ritual. The black ichor, like great tentacles gather around her, spiraling and weaving together, emitting an otherworldly groan as what appear as fingers of light begin to cut into it, molding it like clay. Her hair and cloths blown violently as the raw force churns even the air. The source of that oppressive force was in the center of this strange reaction.

"How fortunate you are to come here, poor lost children of Abaranne," Bashemath says to the chosen of the gods. She then notices Edna, then Creep and Azeal, the first and latter she had not been familiarized with, their energies telling her that they were far from mortal beings. Her pupils dilating into the shape of an eight, her attitude becoming more agitated. "Ah? Have the gods again come to taunt me? To tell me that I do not understand anything? Or perhaps try to induct me as one of them, disconnected and pride filled?! I am sick of this rotting world, mortals deserve better than they are given! They deserve gods who serve them rather than their own selves!"

"What," is the only worth the beastkin can utter, finally stopping, halfway out of breath, mind burdened with foreign thoughts.