Panio
The God of the Wilds sat, slumped in his stone, moss-covered throne. There were bags underneath his red, tired eyes. For years, the lack of nature on the earth had taken it's toll on Panio. He sighed, listening to his fellow gods discuss the fate of the mortals. His father, Ulmo, seemed to be taking the lead, like he always did. Panio sighed slightly, resting his chin upon his fist as he thought of his own opinion on the subject. Most of him didn't want the world to end like this. He always thought it would end during one big party. A small smirk came to his lips as he thought of what it would be like.
He turned his attention back to his peers, half paying attention to their words, half searching the earth to find his new avatar. It would be hard for Panio to decide.
The Trinity
"Calm yourself Arcturus." A dry voice growled as the dark god finished his demands. In three flashes of light, the Trinity stood before their peers. Noctre glared at Arcturus, a frown resting on her dry, cracked lips. "If you do not believe it a sea god's place to tell you your role, perhaps you'll listen to a goddess of fate." Her faded red eyes watched him with distaste. "If these souls belong to any of us," a softer voice, the voice of Hellia, began. "The balance will be tipped towards one side and this new beginning will end up going down the same route as before."
Amara turned to face the other gods, her gentle eyes looking around at the room. "Hello my brothers, sisters, and children. We have been preparing for this. I'm sorry for our tardiness, but we've been busy." Noctre scoffed. "A new beginning requires alot of planning."