House of Mora

76 years ago,

Mora Ven and sealed some of the old god's inside Banatrix with the help of other new gods. One of the new gods was her brother Aron. After reaching peace, Aron went into a long slumber under the House of Mora.

Today,
Multiple dark energies hits the House of Mora and brought chaos to humanity. Those dark energies is felt by Aron and he awakens.

Aron was in a room under the House of Mora, lying on a rock bed and rock pillow. He has been that way for 76years but seems to be untouched by any stains or dusts. The room had no door and no windows. The room was bright as it was filled with orbs of soft lights. It was a closed room underground with no way of getting in or out. The room was protected by wards so that no mortal can intrude through the walls.

Aron was lying still, not moving. There were only some movements from his chest, the beating of his slowly beating heart.

After the second and third dark wave, Aron opened his eyes. Suddenly vanishing from the rock bed and rock. .... Aron had teleported.

Aron appeared at his big sister side, Mora Ven, on the highest point of the House of Mora. Mora Ven's counter for the dark wave isn't good enough. He unleashed his peaceful aura and tried and neutralize the dark waves that resonates from Grim Forge. two white wave doesn't counter three darkwave much but it helps. The sky was a little brighter than before. Most people can resist what they couldn't before. Aron caught Mora Ven before she collapse....

Aron had appeared just in time to catch her, in his arms she started to sniffle, holding onto her little brother's arms tight.

"Aron... So much has happened... The Baron, he is awake..." He could see that she was panting from pain, with the cut in her side still healing. But slowly she stood to her feet and gripped her brothers shoulder. "We must warn Angles Landing, he must NOT find the ax... If he does, he will be restored to full power. Takira and Caylim dont remember his full strength, but you and me do brother..."

Slowly she rose to her feet and walked down from the balcony into the inner sanctuary with the help of Aron. As she unlocked the door, Takira ran to her and Aron hugging them both. "Takira... Its alright, my sister. Your brother is a wake, and your sister is here..."

"Oh, Mora! Aron!" Takira sobbed, doing her best to stay upright, her dagger clutched tight in her white-knuckled right fist. She glanced between them, then stared out over everything, gasping for breath. "Something terrible has happened, hasn't it? Something bad is coming." Determination in her face, she turned back to stare at her siblings, eyes strangely cold. "I shall fight, Mora, I shall. But you are hurt," her eyes softened once more, "you must be placed in bed at once, lest your injuries get worse."

With a single movement, she swept Mora into her arms, and began to stride back inside. Her muscles were strong and taught from hours upon days of running through the forests, so lifting her sister was hardly a feat. "It is good to see you again, Brother Aron," she smiled at him, "please follow me, if you'd like." She began to walk to her sister's bedchamber, her jaw set with fear and certainty. "Mora," she whispered, "I'm going to fight. I don't know what I can do, but I will fight. I will not let them destroy our home."

The God of the Dead watched with eerie pleasure as the battle continued. The Nightmare carved it's way through the undead only for more to rise up in the place of their fallen brethren. For every one that fell ten pulled themselves from the Underworld. A fate befallen many an adventurer, hero and demon alike. One Draugar was hardly a challenge for any skilled enough with a blade but ten of them. Twenty, fifty, one hundred, one hundred thousand. To be overwhelmed by the moaning forces of the dead as they come for your flesh was an end many have met to the silent approval of the Lord of the Void. The Nightmare pet of his sister was soon realizing its folly for its tireless work to eradicate the dead only served to bolster their numbers. The horde swarmed around it with wicked looking ancient weapons in their ghoulish hands. Axe's forged eons ago bit into the shifting form of the beast. Rusted blades made in forges long since forgotten to time stabbed the beasts writhing body. Nasty looking bludgeons struck the monster without mercy again and again. The beasts pain pleased the God of Death as he watched on without a word. With the constantly growing horde of the undead fighting beside him Cauld launched his attack with his newly formed blade in his hands. Back in the land of the Dead Arktorius ceased his vigil on the battle with Lilith's creature just long enough to hear his brothers call.

"Brother...YOU have done well brother...Without you, it may not have been possible that we stand in this accursed realm now. When we crush this realm, and the false goddess, the souls of the mortals shall fill your Void, for you to take. The soul of Mora is the only one i require..."

Baron Praxus' voice echoed in the mind of the Death God and a hollow smile of pride etched it's way onto Malakath's face.

"Dearest brother... As passionate as ever..."

He said aloud to no one, his words getting carried away in the cold winds of the Underworld. It was then that his eyes flicked up to stare off into the cold and snow as he sensed the approach of a figure he had not seen since his imprisonment. A celestial being of power that watches over the world. A being of light as well as darkness. The mothermoon herself.

"My Dark Lord, how I've awaited your return."

She spoke, her words a lusty cooing as only a lover can make. Her body adorned with a tantalizing black ensemble. So different from the elegant flowing white one she wore during Arktorius' imprisonment. Malakath's body shifted and became shadow as it darted toward her, speeds unimaginable the Moon Mother was unable to track it with her celestial gaze before he appeared before her. His massive hulking form so different to her lithe, curvaceous one. His hand rose slowly and cupped her cheek as he spoke.

"Luna..."

He said, his voice a dark whisper. She nuzzled her head into his hand tenderly.

"My King of-"

Her words were cut off as the hand that was lovingly caressing her cheek then sent her flying with a rough slap that wracked her body with pain. The Moon mother crashed into an ice mountain with such force, cracks shot up from the epicenter. She collapsed to the cold ground with a whimper as her body trembled in pain.

"You dare enter my realm after that thing you spawned from your womb called itself a God and took part in my imprisonment?"

Arktorious asked, his voice taking on a low and haunting ghost like tone as it drifted to Luna and enveloped her. She gritted her teeth in pain as the blood of the moon dripped from the side of her perfectly lusheous lips and stained the snow of the underworld.

"Words cannot express my shame Great Master of Death. With your absence I lost my way, lost myself. My daughter was a fool. Caylim is... No child of mine if she thinks herself your equal."

The eyes of the Death God glared at her suspiciously. Luna was always much too afraid of him to betray him but during his imprisonment the lack of his dark influence left her free to make her own choices, and her choice was to ally herself with her daughter and the New Gods. She would need to learn her place.

"A fact you can prove to me, in time for when I take Caylim Grace's soul you will have the chance to tell her yourself. Now... what to do with you?..."

He asked forebodingly as he slowly made his way to stand before her. She looked up at him with wanting eyes as her demeanor took on a much more sensual nature.

"Your stresses must be great my Lord after all those years cooped up in that blade, allow me to show you what won me your favor upon our first meeting."

She said seductively as she ran her hands up his thighs to his chest. She started to rise but his cold grip on her shoulder halted her.

"For that.... You should remains on your knees..."

Aron accompanied his sister to the inner sanctuary by placing one of her arm on his shoulders. Aron could teleport himself but he cannot teleport with others while teleporting. They reach the inner sanctuary to find Takira running to Aron and Mora hugging them both.

Aron was very happy to see his little sister Takira very much but he couldn't because he had no voice. Aron had lost his voice centuries ago at the time when they were still in the new god's original realm, Paradon. Aron placed his hand on Takira's head and smiled at her carefully trying not to mess up her braided hair.

"It is good to see you again, Brother Aron," Takira smiled at him.

Takira touched his heart with her simple words. How Aron wish he could say those words back to her and tell her that he misses Takira, Mora, and Caylim very much. he bares his sadness and accepted how things were.

Aron followed behind to Mora's bed chambers and Takira turned with her jaw set with fear and certainty. "Mora," she whispered, "I'm going to fight. I don't know what I can do, but I will fight. I will not let them destroy our home."

Takira was still a young god. Aron wasn't sure if Takira can hold her own in fights with the old gods.

Aron walked to Takira until he was close enough to touch her head. He placed his hand on her forehead once more to show her images of memories from their old war with the old gods hoping she could make some use out of the memories.

"MALAKATH!" Mora's voice rang out like a bell being struck. Suddenly, the darkness of the Malakaths home lit up with a blinding light, but also a great heat strong enough to melt the ice of his domain almost instantly. It wasn't long after till the goddess of light herself appeared, Mora.

For the first time in 76 years, Mora stood in full armor that shined like the sun. A sword, and a lance in hand. Her lance bearing the symbol of humans, and all mortal creatures.


"I took petty on you last time, for i knew that death was something all mortals knew, and could not be mortal without it. So i let your powers still exist in Atherea." She stated raising the lance to eye level. "And Mothermoon...Have you've forgotten who created you? Not the god of death, and darkness. I gave you live, your light, your hope... But now you've betrayed me, and your own daughter..."

"The world has moved on, Malakath. Death is not something mortals worship anymore. They don't murder each other in your name, my uncle. Pruna gave you her blessing, so you could love Lilith. Have you forgotten THAT too? Is that the reason you let Praxus kill her?? My mother?? Why? Because she simply loved a human...?"

Slowly she sheathed her sword but still held the lance high. "Mothermoon, i give you once chance. Your return to your post, and forget all of this, but i WILL NOT let you turn into a weapon for the Old Gods to use... Next time we see each other Malakath, one of us wont be leaving alive... With that, Mora disapeared into thin air, witch made them both realize it was an illusion.

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As Aron and Takira stood in the sanctuary, Mora's eyes suddenly went white, and she seemed to not move. That was when they realized she was somewhere else, though her body was still here. After a few minutes, she returned and turned to Aron and Takira with sadness in her heart."It appears... Even the moon has betrayed us..." She said before falling back onto the grassy hill of the training room.

Arktorius stood silently staring at the spot where the illusion once stood. His realm glimmered and took it's icy form once more. The illusion of the great melt faded away with the ghost of Moran Ven. A smile etched its way onto Arktorius' face as he considered what this false show of bravado meant. A sickening chuckle rolled out of the throat of the God of Death, the ancient void that once encompased all things in the vastness of space. Mora's words echoed in his mind and the chuckle turned to a mad laugh that filled the land of the dead. The laugh of how riduculous his neice's threat was, how weak it made her and her kin look. She had showed her hand and the game had yet to even begin. He enjoyed the fire of her spirit however, she had a passion some of the Old Gods could do with a bit more of. The haunting laugh dimmed to an eerie grin as Arktorius returned his helm to his head. No sooner had the helm of the Dark Lord been placed on his head did his body vanish from his realm.

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The Hold of Mora was a beehive of activity, people rushed here and there as the news of the Old Gods return was rapidly spreading like wild fire. Panick threatened but only here, in the Home of the Chief Goddess did people have some sense of saftey. Only here could they bask in the light, even if it was short lived. In the town square a young girl looks up as she think a clouds covers the sun. To her horror the sky is clear yet still it darkens. Pure blackness fills the sky, blotting out the light of the sun casting the Hold of Mora in utter darkness. Then came the cold, drifting on forgotten winds the home of the New Gods suffered in the biting wind. The people sprinted in terror as they searched for their loved ones, hoping to save them from the icy wind. The dark and cold consumed the Hold in unforgiven darkness and debilitating cold. Then the voice filled the hold. The voice of pure Evil that had not been heard in this way since the old days. A voice that was the herald of destruction for to hear it was to hear the song of your own doom.

"Yes Mortals... you respond correctly for the fear you feel is not a dream nor a nightmare but reality. The crushing realization that my gaze is upon you. Tremble in the knowledge that at anytime I can reach up from the depths and take your soul to my realm. The souls of your families will scream in torment for the pains I can cause. They will live on in the eternity of the afterlife in unending agony all becuase of Her... Your blessed patron."

It was then that the ground began to shake in the Hold of Mora and the screams of the damned filled the streets.

"And so the dead come for the living..."

Ghostly spectres poured out of the darkness to consume everything in sight. The ghastly souls of the dead flew through the homes of all those in the Hold racking their minds with terror as the rage of the dead knew no end. They sought out vengeance on the living for the lives they no longer posessed. Children wailed in terror and their mothers wept knowing there was nothing they could do to protect them from the hideous spectres. The ghosts howled in rage as men ran in fright from the souls of the dead. As the hold of Mora began tearing itself apart in fear the God of Death found hismelf standing before the three New Gods. His body radiating with pure dark essence as the room chilled to near freezing. The breaths of the New Gods came out in clouds of vapor as their lungs breathed deep the chill of the dead. He looked down upon his weakened neice with an eerie warmth.

"Poor child... How foolish you are to think that you have any bearing on my power. To think that you can hope to stand against Death itself. For before there was justice, death lingered. Before man learned of righteousness, death watched. And so I have been, in the shadows with my eyes on mankind waiting and there is nothing you in all your splendor could ever do stop the inevitability of Death."

Arktorius took a step toward the trio, his eyes on Mora Ven. His cold unfeeling gaze unwavering before the one who had encased him in Banatrix and stole him away from the world.

"My darling niece, you must understand that Death is not evil by nature. It is not malicous. It is the most natural thing in existence and you can no longer stop me than you can the rising of the sun. There are none who can escape my icy grasp. God and man alike will feel my touch in time. None can escape me. You must accept this truth as you must accept that you cannot save your loved ones from me either for when their times come... They will be mine."

His gaze flicked to Mora's brother and younger sisted who stood at her side. He allowed his gaze to linger on them for a few horrifying moments to add weight to his words before turning his back to the three of them.

"I do not hate you Mora, nor do I hate your kin. You're actions were done and infact I commend you for your resourcefullness. As the source of evil in this realm I can hardly judge you for an unscrupulous act for if I did my hypocrisy would surely know no bounds. You knew you could not think to stand against our might and instead devised a way to seal us away in the hopes we would be forgotten. The truth however is not so simple as this. For you cannot forget war when your brothers and sons march off. You cannot forget the storms as your homes tremble in their furious torrent. You cannot forget death as it comes for your loved ones. Accept, dearest Mora that your Uncle's are not going anywhere. Accept that what comes next, will be of your doing."

With that he vanished and with him the souls of the dead. The skies opened up and the sun once again shone on the streets of Mora's Hold. The people huddled together in trembling groups as tears streamed down their cheeks. The horrors they witnessed would not soon be forgotten and the angry eyes turning to the Home of the Gods with an accusatory glare was evident of that.

Takira knelt beside her sister, her limbs shaking, Aron's shared images still fresh in her mind. Standing, she turned and grasped her brother's hand tightly, eyes glimmering with tears. "I know you worry, brother, and I know I am young, and weak." The Dark Lord, a God Takira had heard of only in stories and legends, had appeared before them, threatened her, threatened Aron, threatened Mora. She would not stand for it. "But I will allow no one to disrespect her in her own home. Please, if you can, brother, find Caylim. She will know why the Moon has left us. I must send a message of my own. I only pray I will be strong enough to send it."

She dashed from the room, out into the sunlight and to the stables, where Turka, her Arabian steed, stood, pawing the ground and snorting. The warmth from the sun felt false, and even being outside brought no joy to the young girl. She was scared, and angry, and wanted to hide behind Mora's skirts the way she had as a child, have her soothing voice say it was all a bad dream. But the nightmare was real. And very few things could be done if she hid herself. Throwing herself onto Turka, she grasped his mane and together they flew across the grounds, out the front gate, leaping and twisting, til coming to rest on the highest hilltop that side of the valley. The people had been angry, had thrown things as she passed, screamed terrible things at her as she rode. Already disliked, Takira was now hated, and her siblings...she only prayed they would be safe inside.

Her horse snorted unhappily--even he could sense the darkness around--but she lay her hand on his nose to instill him calm. Glancing around, she took a deep breath, and dug inside herself, trying to loose the power as she had done only once before. A gentle glow surrounded the tiny sprite of a girl, and she lifted her eyes to the sky, her dark gaze cold as stone.

"You listen to me," she hissed, her voice booming, carrying to the Old Gods. How, she did not know, nor care. "You may have returned. And I may be a child, know nothing of your power, your past, your abilities. I may be nothing but a glorified druid. But I will not forgive you. You have insulted my sister inside her own home, tried to strike fear into my brother and I. You have control of many things I do not. But I will promise you one thing." Her image pulsated, revealing a large and ferocious dragon beneath her skin, if only for a moment. "You will not harm her. Not while I breathe. Not while my heart beats. I will do everything in my power to stop you. Lilith abandoned me once, and I can only believe it was that she feared the power inside me. I am peaceful, I am foolish, I am young. But I am every creature that walks, swims, flies, LIVES on this earth. And you have made an enemy in me. Do not fear me, for even as I fear myself, I am too stupid to understand what it is I do. But fear the beast, Old Ones. Fear the blood-thirsty creature that crawls beneath my living flesh."

The glow faded almost immediately, and she collapsed onto the grass, panting and shaking violently. The power she repressed terrified her, so she bottled it up. Her dagger had fallen to the ground beside her, and she took it in sweaty hands, nickering gently for Turka to come help her stand. He trotted over and tucked his nose under her arm, pulling her til she leaned against him for support.

Was that truly wise? Turka asked her, nickering and snorting gently, speaking the language only Takira herself understood. To involve yourself with the Old Ones, was that wise?

"Probably not, Turka," she panted, and smiled hauntedly before pulling herself onto his back again, "probably not." She turned him towards the town once more, and bid him walk as she lay against his back, aching and shaking.

A single wolf ran through the forests, over the rocks, through rivers and mud. It had been running for days. Yet tired as he was, he carried on. It's for Mistress, he thought, Mistress could be in trouble!

Takira had sent him off that morning, crouching down and whispering gently into his ear. "Something is coming," she'd said, "and we must be ready. I want you to go find the others. Take them this, hopefully they will know it is from me. I beg them to return, Mora, Aron and I can not do this alone." She had taken the bow from her hair, the one Caylim had told her not to lose, and given it to him. He had taken it in his mouth, given a final glance to his panting and shaken Goddess, then began running.

The wolf, named Taie by his Mistress, caught scent of Rolaf. Taie recognized Rolaf, had seen him many times returning from a day of play with Takira from the woods. Letting out a howl, he ran to the group where Rolaf was near, and dropped the bow on the ground. Barking and howling, he leapt all around it, hoping they would realize what had happened, who it was from.

Mistress is hurt! She is tired, she needs help! Please! Cursing his inability to speak the human tongue, Taie pawed at bow once more, before grabbing the clothes of a standing man and trying to drag him back towards the forest.

A shade running through the woods.
She doesn't know what she is doing....she is entering in a conflict as ancient as the gods.She was running toward an unknown future.
Death?Defeat?Fear?Countless battles?
She was ready....death...a liberation,a way to enter in the Underworld...
"Shall Death be respected..." Not once such sentence flashed in the mind of Luna: her belief considerated death as a miracle,a promotion to be earned.
Thus who waste the life by poisoning themself,however they can't dream to pass a calm eternity.

There....she heard the voices...She slowed down,becoming silent and utilizing nature as a veil to maintain her invisibility.
She saw,with her black eyes,men,women and a flashing light behind the Goddess,daughter of Luna.

"the moon... mother...mother was effected by one of the old gods powers... which one, I cannot say. I am uncertain"

That sentence sconquassed upheavaled Luna's mind,forcing her to say something....yet another,stronger sense for malice forced her to remain silent.
She focused at the others,recognizing a dwarf,that was smashing something made of steel,a man trained by pain and technic,a knight followed by a wolf.

"So....these are supposed to defeat the Old gods...."She muttered to herself."Eyes are the window of the soul....the greatest deceiver ever"

She thought.She decided to make her entry.She rised from the bushes and revealed herself to the nature

Five meters of distance

She slowly walked toward the group

Two meters of distance

She knew that some of them recognized her presence.

She stopped,looking at the group.She appeared as Luna.She had enough games....the rise of Luna

"Fear isn't the solution....nor death: I greet you....I,Luna Duskstalker,last of the Cult for the Darkened truth...my eyes are open: we mortals don't have a chance against such powers."She stopped,to see if they were following her.
"Yet....Gods created us not to fight them...but to fight their enemies: Instead of facing Fury,war,death We should play clever: strike their followers and force their gods to join our cause.This is my plan....Luna Duskstalker,whose relatives were slaughtered merciless by the Light and left by the Death god....Arktorious..." She whispered the name of the dead god in a forced respect.

She looked at the group.Will they follow her?

She further walked,reaching Caylim.

"As I heard,Luna has been captured....If you want my opinion the Hidden sun is going to be the best ally....for me and for you."
"Fear not: I shall help you,Caylim,daughter of the Moon"

She said,fearless and proudly.Luna Duskstalker was reborned....with the mission of seeking justice.

"My Master!"

Inglip said as he threw himself to his knees in respect and honor at the arrival of his Dark Lord. Arktorius loomed over him, his massive form giving life to the darkness of the room.

"My most loyal of servants. You, who have served me faithfully above all others during my imprisonment, have rightfully earned my favor."

The Death Gods words filled the room with its ghostly tone as if a thousand souls all whispered into Inglips ears. The elven head of the Church of Arktorius nearly wept in joy at the words being spoken to him by his patron. With eyes welling up with tears he nodded slowly.

"You do me the greatest of honors mighty King of the Underworld."

He said, his voice quivering with emotion.

"Rise..."

Malakath ordered his loyal follower. Inglip pushed himself to his feet, his head ever remaining bowed in respect.

"When others forgot the Old ways of tribute, you kept them alive. When others would have seen my name forgotten, you ensured it would burn ever in the minds of mortals through the blood of others. When called upon for the greatest of tasks, you carried it out without question or hesitation and in so doing freed me from my prison. Actions all worthy of a just reward. Prepare yourself for the spoils you've so rightfully earned Inglip. For as your gift..."

Arktorius said as he took a step toward him.

"...I take your soul."

As he spoke his hands reached out. The gauntleted hand of the Death God became shadow and mist, truly a ghostly appendage as it reached into Inglip's chest. Inglip gasped in pain as the invasion of his body and spirit caused his flesh to shutter. Arktorius seized hold of the soul of the elf and held it fast before pulling it from the mortal body with ease. A ghostly image of the elf writhed in Malakath's grip now, it's haunting eyes staring wantingly at it's body. Inglip could not move, could not speak. His body trembled from the removal of his spirit as he struggled to take a breath achieving only shuddering bursts. The God of Death cast the soul to his realm where it would remain forever before turning back to Inglip who collapsed to his knees in exhaustion. Slowly the elf forced his head to rise enough to look at his Dark Lord and speak.

"W-W-Why?...."

A purely evil grin took form on Malakaths face as he looked down at his servant.

"The removal of your soul was the first step needed. For as long as it is in my keeping you cannot die unless your body is utterly destroyed. You will rapidly heal from any wound. Poisons will not affect you, dark magic will struggle to do you harm for you are made of it. Your senses will heighten to beyond that of an animal. Your strength and speed will increase ten fold. The magic at your disposal will bolster as my dark favor envelops you. For with your soul, my gift to you would destroy you."

Inglip's body shivered uncontrollably as the changes Malakath spoke of were already beginning to take shape. His muscles twitched and quivered as they grew in size and power. His bones splintered and reformed making them denser and more resilient. His teeth slowly grew ever so slightly as his canines grew sharp and viscous. The power within him began to swell as Arktorius drew Frostmourne and leveled it at the elf. Inglip could feel the transfer of energy as Arktorius bestowed upon him, his blessing. The pain was intense yet it was also like an ecstasy he had never experienced. The God of Death and Lord of Darkness tapped Inglip on either shoulder, knighting him with his new title.

"Arise Lord Inglip, slayer of Banatrix. The First of my Dread Lords."

As soon as his words were finished Inglip's body shimmered as if the light was fading before being enveloped in shadow. Out of the darkness stepped the newly formed Lord Inglip. The new Dread Lord of the God of Death exhaled joyfully as he reveled in his new found power. His gleaming, sharp teeth glinted in the faint candlelight by the alter.

"I will use this dark gift well My Most Gracious Master."

He said with the utmost gratitude.

"Be sure that you do Inglip."

He said darkly as he looked with pride at his new captain.

"As you can imagine your new form will unnerve most and terrify the weak so you will retain your previous form. You will be able to shift between them at will but if you use too much power the change will happen on it's own and you will stand in your Dread Lord form should you push yourself too far."

"I understand."

Inglip replied respectfully as he bowed his head. With that Arktorius Malakath vanished, returning to his Frozen Throne leaving his newly made Dread Lord to enjoy his new found dark powers. While all this had been taking place another of Akrtorius' faithful had made their presence known by stepping out of the shadows to offer their aid to the daughter of the Moon. Her intentions yet unknown, the part Luna Duskstalker had to play in the events that follow were still hidden like the moon during the daylight hours.

Luna Duskstalker rised from the bushes and revealed herself. She suggested that mortals was created by gods to fight their enemies.

"What?!" Alexy was no doubt shocked.

Alexy started to rummage his bag and took out a history book of Atherea "we mortals were created by gods??" turning the pages quickly to find where in the book that stated that.

Barrromier was to busy destroying the airship and didn't noticed Luna Duskstalker.

"As I heard,Luna has been captured....If you want my opinion the Hidden sun is going to be the best ally....for me and for you."
"Fear not: I shall help you,Caylim,daughter of the Moon"

"The sun maybe the best ally right now but I do not have control over the sun" she continued "you are welcome to help us, Luna Duskstalker,last of the Cult for the Darkened truth"

Caylim started walking, following Rolaf. Some of the group members stayed and some followed.

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The airship's engine exploded, creating black smoke. Barromier was all covered with black dust and started coughing. He turned his head to see Caylim and the others started walking following Rolaf. He took the airships energy stone which is the source of the airships power and started running towards Alexy's side

"damned gods" Barromier said

"not yet, Barromier" Alexy smiled "not yet"

Luna was a little stunned: probably her entrance was way too....sudden.
She noticed it thanks to half of the members were doing something,like the dwarf smashing an engine,a man desperately searching for words in a book,and another guy stared at Luna.
She decided to give answers.

"Don't waste your times on book....the answer you search will never appear now: you should focus more on the incoming trouble....A godlike games of chess.
While the sun....yes it helps....it fills the living with hope."She answered,looking first at the Human and then at Caylim.
She hoped that he heard that,since the wrench beating against the engine was provoking a really loud and disturbing noise.
Here...the engine exploded,releasing a could of black smoke.

"Damned gods"The dwarf said.The human ironically answered:

"Not yet, Barromier... not yet".The smile on the human was hopefull

"Indeed...if we wish to survive we have to think positive...."Luna was thinking.Her plan was bizarre,if not impossible: how can she turn the other Old gods against their leader?

She left that idea....she wanted to know the group before planning.
A man in white cloacks and armed to the hair was staring at her...cryptic blue eyes....hideous...they are hiding something.
Luna knows that feeling: Loss...probably he lost a dear friend or a relative during the road.
Yet she doesn't want to lose the staring game: she looked at the Cloacked man in the same way: she suffered losses....many of them.

"Before we jump to the search for help....I want to your identity....and if you are willing to join.
You know me,but not my intentions...I'm fighting for myself...for the honor of the Cult and my family."
She said,with a challenging voice she was ready for everything: she knew that all the team could leave her.

Aron waited beside Mora Ven, waiting for her to awake. He constantly place healing wards to heal her. The healing wards would have healed normal mortals quickly but Mora Ven was a god. It would take a lot of power to hurt her but it would also take a lot of power to heal her. The Banatrix thief must've use a sword that was enchanted by one of the old gods or else it wouldn't have hurt her.

Aron waits patiently for her beloved older sister. He worries for the creatures of Atherea. He worries for peace.

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Taie sighed gratefully and began to sprint through the woods, barking and howling to keep their attention. Here! he wanted to scream, She's over here! He pounded the earth, praying that Takira was where she had fallen before. She hadn't even made it back to the hold before fainting on the ground, and Turka was to afraid to carry her without her being fully conscious. Finally, Taie slid to a halt in a clearing and bounded over to the small goddess, who sat on the ground, leaning back against her horse calmly.

"Taie," she smiled, "you're back. Did you bring them?" She looked up as the group came running through the forest, and stood shakily, "Hello, Caylim, everyone." She stumbled slightly, but was able to keep her feet, "I'm glad to see you alive."

She ran as fast as she could,careful to turn when the wolf turned,with her Blade.
She never turned back: she was ensured only to see Caylim by her side: they followed the bark of the wolf,hoping to quickly reach the wounded goddess.

There she is,the wolf stopped bringing them in a green glade.Magically the trees were placed as circle,like to hid the goddess from the world.

"Taie,you're back. Did you bring them?" The goddess of nature said,looking at the wolf,Taie.

"Hello, Caylim, everyone.I'm glad to see you alive."The goddess stumbled and Luna with a flash move reached the goddess...however Takira could keep balance,so Luna moved further.
She moved her hand over her breast,to salute the goddess.
"Am Luna Duskstalker,Goddess.You seems to be wounded,allow me to mend them" Luna said,positioning the Moonsilver blade on her back.
She looked at the Goddess: she appeared to be young,way too young and skinny.
She noticed her cloack and a dagger,but didn't noticed any important wounds.
She was preaparing to heal the goddess: afterall she could summon the plants to her aid.
Probably Luna doen't need help from her magical forces.
"By the way,Takira....what happened?" Luna asked looking the goddess with a certain curiosity.

"I have no flesh wounds, worry not, it is merely exhaustion." Takira took her sister's hand, trying to calm her, "I came on Turka, we were nearby anyway. The Dark Ones, the Old Ones...appeared to us. They are attacking soon, and I...I didn't know what to do. Mora needs help, Aron is awake, and I've...done something. Something inside of me is very awake, and very angry. And I need help. Can you come home? Please?"

Furrowing her brow, she felt as though the trees were telling her that some had been lost, yet they still lived. "Were...there two more with you? I think they've been lost in my forest. I'm sorry, I'll lead them out." She gently touched a tree beside her, and it all began to move, shifting, creating a path for the lost two to follow and find them all.

"Can you come home? Please?" Takira requested.

"I cannot, Takira. We need to travel to Angles Landing and retrieve the Axe" she continued while caressing Takira's cheek "If the old gods got their hands on the Axe, the world chance of survival is going to be very thin"

Takira can feel vibrations of strange energy from inside Takira. She couldn't confirm if it is dark or light

"what powers are inside you, Takira?" wondering

The group have been running for a long time and they hadn't have the chance to rest long at the camp before.

"We shall all rest here"

noticing Alexy and Barromier had fallen behind, Caylim made one yellow butterfly appear, kissed it, and the butterfly turned black with messages inside it. The butterfly flew towards Alexy and Barromier. A message asking Alexy and Barromier to take care of the camp before.

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Alexy and Barromier was sitting on rocks in the Forest, drinking mead that they created from the trees water and fruits. They were both singing merrily when suddenly the trees started to shift and move. Alexy and Barromier was shocked. They both fell backwards feeling a little scared and sorry that they had taken things from the trees.

"oh no! we are sorry for taking your fruits and water!" screaming

When a butterfly appear upon them and dispersed into many tiny lights then a voice "Alexy, Barromier, get back to the camp and please take care of our belongings"