Setting
The first point at which life began on Aettean, once beautiful and tame, now wild and chaotic and taken over much of the world. Those that live here either remain on the outskirts of the dense forests, or are one with the wilds themselves.
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Ertse'gart is a part of 
Pantheon: Shattered World.
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Edna Wytrix [54] "I want to one day see the land free of war, disease and famine so it can be at peace."
Azeal [52] The god of Hope and Will
Bashemath [50] Primordial in nature but not quite a god or mortal, growing life from death, writhing shadow born of the sap of Abaranne's tree.
Rey Jihara [31] "I will not be defined by my nature, I will go beyond it."
Kana Na-Ahn [27] Earth elemental, formed two years prior. Was found and named by Tir'Ish Na-Ahn.
Creep [27] "Most people just call me Creep."
Carissa Asheton [27] "This world can be so much more beautiful, if only there was less war..."
Shale (WIP) [14] "Do not fear death. Fear me instead."
Xyr [7] God of Horror and Tragedy
Hazarmaveth [5] "He moves over the recently dead like a blanket of shadows, a light he shall emit, a guide to their next destination. Rest weary souls within the eternal city of Shalom, where suffering is known no more."
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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.
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.
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