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Rey Jihara

"I will not be defined by my nature, I will go beyond it."

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

Description

Name: Rey Ji'hara
Physical description:

She stands tall at 6'2", lean built with red hair that runs down her back and covered in tan-to-reddish-orange fur decorated with patches of spots. Black coloration lines her eyes and tear-shaped stripes go down from the forward corner of each eye meeting at her chin, in a resemblance to a cheetah. Her eyes are green in color with some vertical orientation in the pupils. Her hands are fairly large with sharp nails like that of an animal. Her feet and legs are lean and muscular, her feet longer than wide with muscular focus in sprinting, swift running clearly built into her very being.

She is often completely obscured in the attire customary of those following Sublimatio Caro, black robes and faces obscured by a smooth white mask. The robes and mask are to obscure the shame of the fleshly form as much as possible. In ornamental attire only her eyes can be seen through the dark eye-holes of the

Race: Beast

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Personality:

Often introspective and quiet, she tries more to deliberate upon subjects as opposed to lashing out. Curious and inquiring, especially regarding the workings of the gods, a subject enjoyed near the point of obsession. She tends to try showing courtesy and care even to those that have insulted her. Ultimately her normal impression is one who strives to be understanding and calm and be slow to agitation.

On her other side, however, it proves that no nature can truly be suppressed completely. In heated moments she can become more erratic, judgemental, ranging from irritable to acting almost like a wild beast. Her voice takes on a crackle like a snarling cat. While discipline tries to direct these urges to a constructive ends, sometimes it overrides reasoning. Such is a subject of shame among her cult peers. Her patience is finite despite her front calm demeanor.

Skills:

Owing to her race, she is a natural hunter and athletic. Most things of physical exertion do not burden her as much as it would others, climbing trees and cliff faces are trivial matters. Good for a short burst of great speed she can catch just about any animal and swiftly and painlessly kill it. She can hear subtle changes in sounds, pick up distant sounds, and changes in the air all from just her ears. These traits server her well as a survivalist and scouting.

Powers:

Blessed by Hazarmaveth, she has been given a small portion of his power. This has, however, had an unusual manifestation given her split nature as two opposing ends. Each carry a heavy risk and can only be used in brief intervals.

Path of Mercy: Forgoing the self, she can sacrifice a portion of her vitality in order to give to another, effectively healing them. This can include severed limbs if cleanly cut and done so quickly while holding it to the severed point. This does not work with more vital points such as a severed head, this is beyond her. Overexertion can result in loss of consciousness and strained breathing as it drains her very life force.

Path of Ferocity: Her body emblazoned with a primal intent a bestial rage takes over her very being. Taking a portion of the vitality from the nearest lesser creatures she multiplies her strength and healing as well as radiating intense heat. Downsides of this are struggling with reasoning and overexertion takes its toll upon her body.

Combining the two will tear the body apart and result in death. A mortal body, even a strong one as hers, cannot handle harnessing this form of power.

Weapons: Ornamental steel dagger-like claw extensions.

Notable feats:

Turned on her own pack when raiding a village and overtook them after convincing the villagers to defend themselves. Allowed those that survived their lives in return for never pursuing the village further.

Strengths:

Physical combat, athleticism, resilience to severe weather, artistic, wit

Weaknesses:

High-pitch and loud noises, intense smells, controlling nature, easily moved

Goals:

Her ultimate goal is to make a name for herself and prove that one can be defined by something other than race. If this means ascension into godhood, she'll pursue it to its ultimate end.

So begins...

Rey Jihara's Story

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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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#, as written by Zalgo
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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#, as written by SunKrus
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.

The setting changes from Ertse'gart to Astral Sea

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#, as written by Zalgo
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The setting changes from Astral Sea to Ertse'gart

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Creep

Living sadness.

That is what the land around seemed to evoke to him. Between the sensations emitted from the black ichor and the way everything seemed limp and dead-like it struck him as though the land were overcome by some strange form of black twisting substance that radiated despair.

His eyes were drawn upwards to the great tree itself. The tentacles seemed to be trying to change it through some strange ritual. He couldn't tell what it was all about but it was an important tree and that much light was likely the result of magic. A rather uneducated deduction on his behalf but then again learning obscure arcane rituals was low on his list of priorities.


Amidst the chaotic swirl of tentacles and lights was yet another young woman flush with dark stuff and tentacles coming out of her. As if that wasn't weird enough apparently seeing the other two gods flipped a switch inside her somewhere.

"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!"

She proclaimed, growing quite agitated when the other two gods showed. He could feel many presences around him however they struck him as... Dead? They weren't alive in a sense, appearing to him as dead by all effective means. That didn't mean he couldn't sense them moving around them though.


"I'm not speaking for either of those two but I'm not here to do any of that." He answered the strange being's questioning concerns.

"I'm just trying to figure out what the heck's going on." Despite the very nature of the land turned drunk on her melancholy Creep was able to stand firm, well, about as firm as a guy who'd seem out of his element just about anywhere would look.

As he stood he was starting to get rather creeped out by the bugs of this land as he was subconsciously aware of their reanimated state. All the while he could feel the insects within moving with a sense of unrest, the prevalent sense that their home was in danger spawning much concern among them.


"So uh, you two seem more like you'd get what she's talking about so I'll just um... Move along I guess and leave the Q & A to you both." He mentioned back to the accompanying gods, his words meant for both them and the ichorous woman addressing them as he excused himself from the drama underway.

With that he sort of sidled away from the group, hoping not to get dragged back into this confrontation. Furtively he shuffled up to the tree, looking up to it with a worried grimace.

"Sure don't look too good feeling. I wonder what's wrong?"

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#, as written by SunKrus
Kana
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Kana decided that stealth was definitely a weird method, but it worked. Almost no one paid attention to the quiet earth elemental. Usually one of her uniqueness is always noticed and talked about, but thankfully in a sea of other equally unique people, she was just one of the crowd. And now, finally, that was going to serve her well.

Kana watched the dramatic scenes unfold, while tentacles of ichor appeared. Excitement filled her as she slowly left the group about the same time as Creep. Not too far from her was one of these tentacles, and no one was paying enough attention to her to stop her experiment. Quickly, making her decision, she grabbed the sphere of energy from her cloak and looked at it one last time. It was an identical "dna" of Tir'Ish, and contained the purest form of energy - not yet converted to heat or motion. It, simply put, was beautiful.

After that fleeting moment, Kana threw it was one of the tentacles and hit it square on. It took a moment for a reaction, as if it was taking a breath, and then there was an explosion of light.

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Edna covered her mouth in horror at the scene that lay before her. 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. In the center of it all was Bashemath in all her despair.

She had to somehow fix this but words might not be enough. Oh she was frustrated with the other Gods but now was definitely not the time to stir in those thoughts. "I am not here to insult you any further than what those!...Those!...Jerks said to you! My name is Edna, I am the Godess of Life and Prosperity, I seek no harm and only wish for peace! Those that spoke to you were trying to get events like this in motion! I am not a God after my own goals! I want to help the people who live on this world! Please, Things are just a cruel prank so that destruction can follow! Just calm down and---" Edna was interrupted as a sphere of energy rushed past her to explode at one of the tentacles.

Edna covered her mouth and let out a squeak. "Oh my goodness! What in the name of Ertse'gart are you doing! We are here for peace and we respond with attacks! No! No! No! Please stop this senseless violence and madness!" She soon stuck her arms out to the side like a makeshift wall. "This is not how we are supposed to be acting! I apologize for my fellow deities behavior but don't punish the land and endanger the people who live on it! If you must I will gladly take your anger upon myself! Just leave the land and anyone else alone! Please I beg of you." Edna soon got on her knees and went low to the ground. Doing her best to even attempt to appease Bashemath , even if it was just a very minor difference.

Carissa soon noticed the situation and quickly got by Edna's side. "If you decide to punish her, punish me as well! Please, this land does not deserve any more trouble! Words cannot fix this we know, but at least consider everything else...Spare this land your grief and wrath! If you must use us as your targets. I...I will protect this land by Edna's side! So I will also carry her burden as well!..." She soon also got low on the ground, head bowed before Bashemath. She was scared, just like Edna. They did not like fighting, they did not like violence, the only was they could try was by words.

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Bashemath glanced about the field before her. eyes wild and aglow. The bug god, Creep, quickly dismissing any intent towards her accusations. She had expected such, he had stricken her as more human than most, if not a bit more melancholy than most. She had left a poor impression earlier, a poor performance, accepting such as her own fault. She owed him some explanation, a tinge of guilt for poor conduct.

"What is going on is the reawakening of-," she begins, but is immediately cut off by the flower goddess, Edna, who pleads her case rather... passionately. She had barely seen a globe of pure energy rush by and tilted her head, watching the goddess fall to her knees, as well as her apparent follower by her side. She chuckles, but it was not out of amusement or mockery, but confused and cracking. Punish the people? Streams of black ichor begin running down from the corners of her eyes. The rage was gone, but the ritual was still in play, her posture slumped as she stares down at the two. "What are you... p-punish... endanger the people..? What..? Why... would I harm the things that I love?"

This moment was interrupted with the surging bright light, bleaching out everything. Rey, speechless, just barely covers her eyes in time. In an instant, everything went absolutely white, a silent white void, and all was suddenly still. Then there was something, a faint whisper, a woman's voice. It has a strange familiarity to it, even to those who have never before heard it.

"And there, I saw the descent... and I just stood there... looking helpless, hopeless, as they burned and bled... their screams, all of them crying out to me in a choir of despair... the requiem of this world... I owed them bore than just to watch them die... my life for theirs... I would hold onto what remained of the world... save what remained... that is what a mother would do... should do."

"What is happening," Rey's squeaks, her voice distressed, unable to see anyone else. Out before the vague image of a woman, falling to her hands and knees, as she is immediately engulfed by roots and branches, forming into the familiar visage of the great Abaranne's tree.

There in the great white void, drips of black fall from above as a vision forms before them, falling to the ground, the silhouette of a slouching grim figure sways weakly, dripping black as it makes its way towards the image of the great tree and presses a long hand with thin fingers against it, smearing black against it falling to what could be called knees and crashes its face against the roots, the black ichor erupting as a flood. It was a vision of Hazarmaveth grieving over Abaranne. Soon after the impact his figure was replaced by that of a young girl, bleeding out in front of the tree.

"Can you even see or hear anymore," the girl's voice is heard, sickly and breathless, yet similar to that of Bashemath. The black ichor flowing off from Abaranne's tree, encircling her. "If you need a sacrifice, that is how gods work... right? Take me, what is left of me, I don't need it anymore... make everything the way it was."

The girl collapses and is immediately swallowed up by the black ichor, which then grows out of control and all the white is blotted out. The vision ends and reality returns, blurred at first but comes into focus. The black tentacles retract from all around, receding back towards Bashemath, encircling her. She stands holding her chest, mouth agape. The atmosphere has undergone a dramatic shift, but to what was uncertain. A rush of wails can be heard throughout the forest, a confused orchestra of animals, the ground shaking.

Rey rubs her eyes, then snaps her focus onto Kana. "What was that, what did you do," she cries out, her voice only just breaking over the crescendo. Noticing soon that not only was the Black Ichor reacting, but the tree of Abaranne was... glowing and shaking, the black ichor retreating from it as well.

Then all goes silent as the base of the tree splits open, and a tall figure with an abundance of long white hair spills out onto the ground and curls into a fetal position, motionless. Female by appearance, humanoid but clearly not human by the sheer height alone, and presence of claws and a tail composed purely of ethereal energy, a kind of visible blue aether. Similarly, glowing blue markings lined her pale form, covered only by the long hair and roots.

"Mother," Bashemath whimpers, holding out her arm out towards the figure. As she does so, the black ichor grabs her other arm and leg, tugging on her, her eyes aglow as she looks back to it in absolute confusion. The behavior of the black ichor was almost as if it had become exceedingly overprotective of her. "I did not... why do you accost me!? I am not that which is important! Let me go!"

In spite of her protests, it wraps her entirety, and pulls her away into the unknown depths of the forest, and along with her, the presence of the beasts too start to depart until the only one remaining was Lumina, sitting before the woman, looking down over her in silence, its hair near identical to that of hers.

Rey was, again, speechless, looking down at the woman as well.

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Kana stood in silence. That....she wasn't sure what happened. She understood the two possibilities that could result from throwing pure energy at something - either it destroys, or creates. All she wanted to know is if the energy would create life from the Ichor, or if the two would interact negatively...Kana wasn't sure which of those two, if either, it was.

Rey asked a question. Not knowing how to respond, Kana slowly walked over to the group. The woman who appeared was very, very different from both humans and elementals alike. And she came out of a tree? Energy has also been known to act as a key, unlocking or restoring the nature of something. But, that usually means that that something has a already exist. What exactly was this tree? Kneeling down to the crouched form of Rey, Kana remains silent. Not sure how to explain to the group what she did, nor what to report back to Tir'Ish about his experiment, she chose to watch. There was something about this woman after all, and Kana was ready to find out what it was.

Not to mention the peculiar things the Ichor girl spoke! The number one rule of an enemy, as Tir'Ish had taught her, is to know what they want. Domination? Revenge? To do it out of rebellion? Purging? Yet, this girl hasn't fallen under any of those categories. Is she even an enemy? Seeing how Kana received a weapon as a divine gift, she thought there would be a lot more fighting than this.

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Creep

In the span of a few seconds a great deal happened. It was quite difficult for him to even process what exactly was transpiring.

In this time the strange inky entity made of sad ooze was about to explain itself before it turned to address Edna who was pleading on behalf of Kana who had flung something resembling an orb into the ooze.

Bashemath then did a thing which made some images depicting something that happened. After that a strange bluish woman was born from a tree and the creepy black lady was sucked away into the woods by her own tentacles.


It might not of been the most accurate recap of what transpired but it was about as much as Creep managed to absorb in the time that this all transpired in as for the most he stood as an onlooker, watching this take place not too far from the group itself.

His eyes were fixed on the strange woman, seeing as she was currently the most unusual thing there. She was rather strange and unearthly, not things that really put his at ease. He took a step back, still mostly acting as a spectator to the occurring event. He could feel the insects inside him moving with some concern.

He looked over to the group. The goddess and her human friend were fine, everyone was fine, nothing else seemed to be happening much to his partial relief. That was short lived however as another figure stepped out onto the stage, a weird looking guy that sort of looked like some weird bird. Creep could of sworn he'd of seen that guy before but he really couldn't place his finger on it.


For almost a solid minute Creep just looked over the group then to the bird man and over to the bluish lady several times, not really sure what to say. He wasn't even sure what could be said, this was all well above his head happening-wise. It was only after this time he decided to give a nervous cough, breaking the silence.

"Um... Hello there er... Blue tree lady person." He then turned to the other newly arrived god. "Hey there er... Coulda sworn your name started with an H. Shame gods don't pick easier names to remember, like Joe."

He punctuated his last statement with a short lived nervous laugh. Feeling quite awkward after addressing the weird couple directly he sort of shuffled back a bit, hoping someone else took the center of attention.

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With all the activity going on in the Ertse'gart, energy being moved and controlled, the forest itself shaking from the events, and much more beyond. It was only a small mostly unnoticed energy which slipped into the scene next. Xyr was only a trickle of consciousness weaving through the trees of the Ertse'gart now finding his way past some of the back ends of this adventuring party. He would not have much to do here, besides a single task of course. With so many deities here he would prefer to not stay long anyway. Slipping between the roots of the great tree, Xyr settled his consciousness, hidden from the senses of others by masking himself in the horror-bound emotions of those present, almost hilariously Edna's for the most part. He found great pleasure in using her fear to hide his own presence. Located just between two large roots on the back side of the strange woman's body who had come out of the tree, he manifests an item from the shadows. A small hand journal with blank black cover made from some form of silk and ancient off white pages. A single raven feather quill sits resting under the first page, ready to be used. All the pages were currently blank, but that would soon change as it was used. After placing the object to be found by the group, Xyr retreated from the Ertse'gart and left to complete one more task where Hazarmaveth left off.

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Edna lowly stood up rather surprised at what she saw, it was the past...such a sad past. But it had been set in stone. She was rather dazed, but she was glad that no harm was done...of course when Bashemath was dragged away by the tendrils leaving the strange figure behind she decided to do something.

Edna crouched by the unknown figure along with with Carissa. "She seems to be unconscious for the moment...And she came from a tree, how strange..." Edna spoke as she looked over the strange woman. She had witnessed a tree create a person, however wasn't mother Abaranne called the 'Great Tree?'...Her knowledge was missing at this moment but it could just be pure coincidence.

Not able to do much right now, Edna grew some grass which softly covered the form of the unconscious lady. A little comfort before she woke up.

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Character Portrait: Bashemath Character Portrait: Carissa Asheton Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Rey Jihara Character Portrait: Azeal Character Portrait: Creep
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A gateway opens from Shalom and out from it was Hazarmaveth himself. He takes a moment to scan the scene, seeing Edna and her champion, Carissa, to be apparently shaken. Over he finds Creep and the earth elemental Kana, it came to some surprise as to see the former here. He then glances over at Rey, who slowly, and speechlessly meets eyes with him. With a slight delay in reaction, her eyes grow wide, and jaw begins to drop, and immediately sets off to fall to the ground and bow, only for Hazarmaveth to hastily beat her to it, falling upon his knees, face downcast.

"No, do not, I am unworthy," he says softly, holding up his hand to signal her to stop. "I'm sorry, this is my fault."

"We, um, actually know," Rey says, shifting her focus from her patron's face, nervously kicking her foot against the dirt. "You did not intend to crrreate the Black Ichorr, you werre wounded, sad, it just... happened. But, mm."

She shifted her focus over at the unconscious woman laying in the grass, Hazarmaveth raising his head would trace the focus of his champion, and look down at the collapsed figure beside the great tree. There was a sudden strange look in his eyes, shooting up immediately, transforming briefly into a black haze to rush beside the strange woman. Rey stands, briefly in shock from his reaction, and glances over. Three times today had she been disillusioned to the authoritative presence of the gods, instead finding them... almost human, even one who looks farthest from as her own.

Staring over the woman, Hazarmaveth's flame dims, and he falls once again down to his knee, this time into a kneel.

"Abaranne," he murmurs, his voice cracking.

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Character Portrait: Carissa Asheton Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Rey Jihara Character Portrait: Creep Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Kana Na-Ahn
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Creep

Looks like crow beak man didn't come to elucidate matters.

He looked almost as surprised to see him as Creep was confused by seeing him arrive as well. He stood there with his hands in his pockets and simply watched on as the god proceeded to bow to the cat lady before whisping over to the unconscious bluish tree lady, literally turning into smoke to rush over to her.

He had seen some pretty strange things over his many years alive but what the inky lady was doing to the tree still took the cake. This was a pretty close contender though.


With little to no idea or instinct to guide him in any manner he mostly stood there looking on at the scene.

"So... I've mostly been trying to keep up with the plot here. What's your take on this?"

He leaned over, talking to the earth lady while he kept an eye on the scene.


Meanwhile, from underneath his coat a beetle crawled forth. One of the few non-colony bugs to be allowed within the sacred temple that is his body. It squirmed it's way free from his shirt and fell to the dirt where it started a little foray out. It would be difficult to describe it's rational since the mind of a bug is both extremely basic yet very alien at the same time. It didn't have much of a reason for why it wanted out, it didn't have a reason as for why then and there, it just did.

The little hard shelled beetle did have more of a mind than it's fellow beetles however as it had tasted of the white honey. Enough to get curious and explore. What it found at the end of it's destination was a strange book. It didn't know what a book was but it managed to somehow push the cover open and crawl up onto a page. Perhaps the reason why it sought the book was because it was the only black thing in the area that wasn't moving or smelt of ichor. Largely it's reasons were for the most part coincidence. It chose a direction and the book was in that direction.

Upon the page it made little tracks of mud, the earth that still clung to it's little yet hardy legs.