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Taima

As a mortal, Taima was an awe inspiring champion of Terra, as a demi-god she's a torrential storm of divine retribution.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tiko

Description

ImageName: Taima
Alias: The Storm
Height: 6'8
Weight: 250 lb.
Place of Birth: Caldonia
Species: Draconian
Caste: Draconian Highborn


Though humanoid in form, Taima's features are unmistakably draconic in nature. She is an imposing individual, standing at about six-foot-eight. Her face is the visage of a dragon snout complete with a mouthful of vicious looking fangs and bony protrusions, and in place of skin she has scales, crimson red. On her back she sports a large pair of wings.

Taima came into her prime during the peak of the elemental wars that ravaged Caldonia. Serving in the draconian army, she led her people to great victories at seemingly insurmountable odds and quickly became renowned as a hero and a legend. Unfortunately victory came at a cost. During a final stand against the primordials that had been unleashed upon the land, victory and salvation for Caldonia was seized at the destruction of the draconian homeland. Disgraced, Taima faded into a self-imposed exile far to the north.

It was many years later when she resurfaced briefly during the days of the Orsa of Terminus. Taima died a heroes death, falling in battle in the defense of Terra. Though it has been decades since her passing, rumors have begun to spread that this champion of old has been seen walking the lands of Terra once more.

Taima now serves as herald to Ahuma, patron deity of the draconians. As a mortal, Taima was an awe inspiring champion of Terra, as a demi-god she's a torrential storm of divine retribution. She is however not permitted to directly meddle in the affairs of mortals except as is required in the execution of her duties.

As the herald of Ahuma, Taima has been granted access to a wide variety of divine capabilities. In addition to this touch of divinity, Taima is well versed in worldly knowledge from her travels as a mortal. Geography, religion, culture, the realms and planes of the world, demons, and the undead are only a few of Taima's more knowledgeable fields, and her knowledge continues to expand day by day.

Taima favors a halberd, and maintains a strong affinity to lightning, but she is also well versed in the use of swords, and decently capable with most basic melee weapons.

So begins...

Taima's Story

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#, as written by Tiko
"A storm is brewing, and I require warriors, champions," Taima explained. "You exist outside of the realm of mortals, and yet remain a part of it. I would name you my champion, to walk where I cannot, to be both my sword, and my shield within the mortal realm."

There was a heavy weight to her gaze as she stared upon the revenant that stood before her.

"You have committed a great many atrocities in your life-time," Taima reminded him. "Already you feel the weight of retribution weighing upon your soul. Second chances don't often come to those already damned."

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#, as written by Tiko
Taima stepped forward, moving to lay a hand upon the revenant's chest as a light glow began pulsing within her palm, growing brighter as it neared his form.

"Swear it," Taima growled. "Swear to me that you will take this mantle. And know that should either of you harm an innocent while you bear my mark, you will be damned," she warned.

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#, as written by Tiko
"Then forever more, I name you my champion," she growled lowly.

As Taima's hand pressed against the revenant's chest, the light flared brightly, before seeping into his form. Withdrawing her hand she had left behind a faintly glowing handprint that slowly faded from view.

"Seek out the temple in the icy peaks far to the north, and remember your vow always."

Turning, Taima headed on her way, picking her way through the wreckage of the manor grounds without so much as a look back.

The setting changes from The Lessard Family Manor to Valhalla

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#, as written by Script
"A dragonborn after my own heart," the serene voice of The Auditor carried through the air softly, but with an unquestionable command to it. Here was a woman not to be trifled with, a judge and a lawmaker even amongst those assembled here. There were those greater than her, but they were few, and even they would have reason to fear should they violate the heavenly laws, for in performing her duty she was empowered even further as the rules and strength of the heavens followed behind her.

"To bring true order to the world below would be a fool's errand," a small smirk graced the Goddess of Order's face, barely visible beneath her hood, "In chaos it thrives, even I recognise this. But it is true what you say, that there is a limit to this chaos, and it has gone far enough. The laws of the heavens are being danced with too closely. It is not our way to walk Miðgarðr openly."

Lifting her hand to gesture around them, she went on, "But of course, there is more to be concerned with than Order, much as it pains me to admit it. The fraying of reality is far more ... concerning."

Surveying those assembled, The Auditor - Selphina, Order, The Judge, The Lady... many names, all the same - folded her arms. "I agree with Ahuma's herald, that we must work together. An accord must be reached."

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#, as written by Lobos
"What was once made must be remade, but the bindings of old must be rewritten." Of all those assembled, Lobos was possibly the most unusual in appearance, his beastly appearance fearsome to countenance. A god's blood ran through the wolf's veins, and his rumbling voice escaped his closed jaw like muted thunder. "Pacts made anew, but chains this one will not abide."

Chaos was the alignment of the demi-god, plain to see as one beheld him. The guise of an immense wolf, snow white man roiling despite the lack of stirring wind. Shifting runes gleamed on the metal of his few armor pieces, ringing the obelisk that hovered at his back. His nature was war, that of the frozen storms. He walked the mortal plane himself, yet in doing so withheld his own interventions unless necessary.

"There are some responsible for this twisting of the planes that no mere mortals can stand against. Eventually one of us will have their hand forced." Shifting on his paws, Lobos, the Wolf of Winter, settled. "To this we must account."



Another hooded figure, however, had watched Taima, Selphina, and Lobos speak in turn. His presence here was...tenuous, he knew, for his was a darker patronage. One need look no further than the armor he wore and the dagger at his belt to know him for what he was. Thus was the god, Cotillion.

"I do believe that both of your concerns are one and the same. The breaking of the old pacts freed powers to act. Order and chaos war anew. And this unbound struggle brings us together."

The glint of eyes within the shadows of his shroud. This patron of assassins, a lord of the place between light and the darkness, studied the others in attendance. "Yet the dragonborn speaks of more than mere unbalance. She calls for order, at the same time as calling for us to band together."

"These are the words oft heard before war. What then, is our enemy?"

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It was at this time that a perfectly ordinary looking man, almost mortal in appearance, dwarfed by this assembly of great powers yet allowed to speak as an equal, dared to raise his voice. "Our enemy is as of yet unknown, or shall I say undefined. This is because we lack criteria to define who to count as enemies, allies, friends and bystanders. But before we do this, I second the notion that we must establish rules of order among our number, that we do not merely contribute to the very problems we seek to resolve. How shall we govern ourselves? Why are we gathered here? How do we identify and oppose enemies? And dare I say that we must have a protocol in place for training new members in the eventuality that one of us falls?"

Norman nodded his head authoritatively. "It is not mere chance that we have been gathered here. The Great Weaver cries in shock and anger that her greatest creation is being torn asunder. She has selected us to mend it, but as Fate is wont to do, she leaves us to our own devices as to how this must be done. Before we establish who our enemies are and how we are to fight them, I propose we establish who we are and how we are to fight each other."

He took in a deep breath, about to break the first rule of mages. "I am Norman Smith, shadow name Mercury, and as the chosen champion of Fate, I hereby lend my hand to repairing the damage that has been done to the Realms and punishing those responsible."

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#, as written by Tiko
It was Anzo's words that drew Thor into the conversation as the son of Odin stepped forward. Clad in asgardian steel and armed with his hammer, Mjölnir, he was as dominating a presence as the draconian who stood at the center of the chamber.

"You stand in Valhalla, before Odin, king of Asgard, and ask who would stand at our head?" he demanded of Anzo. Indignation filled the prideful god, before his brother Baldur placed a hand upon his shoulder.

"Be at ease brother," Baldur interjected. "They are not of the northern gods, no insult was intended."

Thor scowled deeply, but before further words could be uttered, Odin had raised his hand from upon his throne.

"There is wisdom found within all present here today," he spoke up. His voice was weathered with age but laced with strength becoming of his status. "But I too would hear who you would have us go to war against." He looked to Taima, awaiting an answer.

"The Auditor's words echo my own," Taima replied. "Those that would break the old pacts must be returned to Asgard, or the planes below - both god and demon alike. Our kind are not meant to do battle within the mortal realms, and destruction runs prevalent. The very fabric of reality begins to fray. Only after the realm of man has been returned to the hands of the mortals will order be restored, and only by recalling the gods to Asgard will we be able to prepare ourselves to face the coming storm. We have all felt it, looming on the horizon."

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#, as written by Script
"There have long been ways for us to interfere with mortal affairs without disturbing balance," Selphina mused, "Avatars, champions, dreams - in one way another, we have always been permitted to have influence within our domains." The Goddess of Order waved a hand, a massive tome appearing in the air before her, "It is my duty to uphold these laws, the laws of Order and the Heavens. The cause you speak of would be mine regardless of whether you had called me here."

She shook her head, "What looms on the horizon... It is not a pleasant sensation to be so woefully ignorant of something. I wonder how mortals manage it. We feel it, but have we any idea what it is? What comes?"

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#, as written by Lobos
Cotillion said nothing, crossing his arms as he listened to the discussion wind on and on. This was his own answer to the Serenade's query of who should lead the assembled gods, for he was not the kind to lead. His shadowed eyes glanced towards the figures of Odin and Taima, Lobos and Anzo. They were the figures he could imagine leading a divine charge into the face of chaos, legions of chosen champions hot on their heels.

The wolf-god snorted, shaking his great head. "I yield the place of leadership to another."

Lobos shifted once more, restless. This discussing and delegating ill suited the beast, for his nature was for action. He studied the assemblage, eager for decisions to be made and done with.

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#, as written by duramon
Malinor had appeared in a flourish of green magic,nearby to some kind of Wolf God. The celebrative god took a seat upon the ground and began sipping away at his newly created cup of tea,staring at the god's as they discussed some kind of debate over a leader.

"Well..My apologies for being late everyone!, If you are unfamiliar with me I am Malinor of the Forest's of Lauralin. God of Nature and Celebrations recently forced to overtake Stone,Life,Death and Sand along with Water and War. Self exiled and pleasured to meet you all" Malinor said in a rather suave tone of voice,giving a slight bow as he sipped elegantly at his tea once again,one pinky outwards.

He was not one who seemed to be a leader,but the fact one such as him was a god of so many thing's before his self-exile seemed to be his hint that he was more then what could be seen. Otherwise,he seemed to be nothing but a jokester.

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#, as written by Knosis
A slight breeze picked up within the hall and from the shadows walked a man in a modern suit with his hands in his pockets. His blue hues glinted slightly as he noticed the other gods and a warm smile appeared on his maw. "Although I do agree a leader is in need to push us in the right direction, we're all here for a common cause already, aren't we not?" He said, his voice thick with an accent similar to that of Irish.

"Sorry I'm late for the party." The man said, inclining his head slightly to show he was submissive. Or he'd like them to think he was anyway. "I'm afraid I did not receive the invitation until recently, and then I had to figure out what to wear. Is there any whiskey left?" The man joked, although he seemed dead serious.

However, his smile faded and he went to business. "I will have to agree with Norman's earlier subject. How will we determine an enemy of a world already in shambles? Is there truly an enemy to face? I will admit it is difficult to change something that has freedom to choose whether it should smoke or quit as its bad for its health." He commented. "Imbalanced as it may seem," His gaze turned towards Serenade, "this was chosen not by us. So why must we clean up the mess now? Don't get me wrong, I'm not ready for the party to go to the dogs yet -- No offense." He switched his gaze over to Lobos.

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#, as written by Nevan
A line drew itself through the air, one that separated planes of existence, and dimensions that would otherwise we cut off from their brothers. The line widened, becoming a shape coloured in a mixed haze of purples and yellows, and as this shape expanded into a doorway, a man stepped through dressed ceremoniously for the occasion.
The purple trees behind him began to warp and collapse; the yellow grass that changed tones caught in the spiralling implosion. It wasn't long until the door too began to spin, rapidly growing smaller until it disappeared completely.
Cenoic stood in the room, watching the gathered pantheon with a dusty black tome held under his right arm that he seemed unwilling to release. The book was large, thick and sealed shut by ropes of scriptic runes written in his own blood; it glowed in response to the presence of the deities.

Cenoic, a man with a skin tone similar to grey, and pointed ears betraying the race to which he once belonged, stepped forth and into the fray. He took the book, and placed it upon the surface of something that wasn't there, where it sat and made ominous the air around it.

"I do not categorize myself as a God, but I will take my place in this gathering none-the-less. The gardens of the Nerami Ceren grow tired of the longing cries of its inhabitants - those who are there only because of the inadequacy of their patron deities to prevent such insanity-birthing paradox. The cells of my home are rapidly filling, my power and the power of all who serve me stretching as we try to contain that which has been caused by such chaotic release upon the mortal realms. This threat, whether organized or not, must be ended, lest you wish to risk the release of a much greater threat from a prison only I can warden."

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#, as written by Rulke
A lovely soft harmony would be heard as a woman made her way up to the table, her dress seemingly made of flora, her face old but young, and eyes full of great wisdom. There would be tears in her eyes, as she bowed to Odin and no one else, "I apologize for the tardiness brothers and sisters, I am trying to keep Heaven from cracking into war, and thus this is not easy. I am Gaia one of the last Titans still alive in this realm, most have moved on including the Father of Zeus. You of course know I mean Chronos." pausing she would approach closer to the group, "I assume you have heard Yahweh the Christian God has abandoned his throne after the gates of heaven were smashed, we are slowly restoring order, but from what I heard, I agree. The planet is in pain, as am I due to this."

Sighing she would let the marks of the planet over her flesh, each burn, each wound, each cut a way something horrendous had been inflicted on her.

"I do not mean to shock my brothers and sisters, but I feel the pain more so because it happens to me, I have been trying to ignore this for a while, but being dragged to fore-front has opened my eyes to depressing fact, I have two decisions once this is over consign myself to the oblivion the original Titans did, or attend this meeting and maybe find a solution. Whatever the case, there is something approaching and we can't handle unless united, that means all even those who goals are mess than noble." surveying the crowd she would continue, "I wish we did not need to rely on them, but before I came here I called Hel to come, she is yes a tool in Ragnarok, but this is why we must have her on our side. If we allow prejudices to be our masters, we shall never progress."

Taking her seat, she would end, "I understand some may know I don't typical pick a side, but even my pacifism must die, because I feel with that, there will be worse threats to come. Threats that no one but us can handle."

With that she would point to shadows and slowly a girl whom hair was ginger-white, her face dead-alive, and her dress long and black, would approach, bowing to the Norse Gods carefully, "I hope I can help AllFather and thank you for this chance, despite what people may think..." pausing she appeared rather unsure, "I am Hel of Nifiheim the Realm of the Dead... I feel the disturbances too, but I feel unable to act or do anything, I shall simply try offer words when I can, thank you again."

Hel would then sit down, unsure of how everyone would react, and clearly apprehensive about all this.

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#, as written by Shaodow
Abubis, who all this time chose to simply watch and listen in silence as the more opinionated Gods stated their claims, concerns, and possibly solutions, finally stood from his seat to speak. The Jackel headed God was just as worried about the current state of the mortal world because it directly effected the Gods of Egypt in ways that demanded each and every one of them to be attending this meeting, yet he was the only one among them to show his face. He was sure it was the doings of the ever proud Horus that kept the other Gods away and the more he thought about it the more he came to the conclusion that it was probably for the better, had Horus come himself he would no doubt parade around demanding he be made king of the gods to declare war on unknown enemies, his absence saved them all a headache and allowed him the opportunity to speak freely.

" It seems as though we can all agree that the situation is bad and getting worse, every second this continues Ma'at continues to fade and the powers of Chaos continue to grow, if things keep up the way they are Apophis, the old enemy of creation will no doubt rise again to swallow everything. To put it simply if we don't figure this out there won't be a mortal world save and with them gone we are sure to fade as well "

Anubis held out his right hand which was folded shut but there was a bright light escaping through the spaces between his clenched fingers " However you all are clearly aware that not every one among us can be as easily trusted as others, if the Gods themselves cannot have order among themselves for even a cause such as this then there is no hope for Ma'at. This is my solution " he uncurled his right hand to reveal the Feather of Truth, the sacred relic used in his courts to judge the souls of mortal, if the posseser of the feather uttered even the smallest white lie they would be immediately consumed in flames and that applied to Gods and mortal alike.

" Each and every one of us here must swear a pact of absolute loyalty and devotion to our cause while holding the Feather of Truth, and I think you all know what happens to you if you dare to claim falsehoods while holding the feather, no God is an exception to this rule. This is the only way you will have the support of Egypt " he said as he gazed around the room, he expected quite a few of them to refuse the test out of pride and to be insulted by the fact that he would suggest such an extreme to test their loyalty, but if he could not fully trust them he would not stand by them and he would make no effort to convince Horus to do the same.

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Norman was, to be frank, scared out of his wits. As a mage of whimsy and fate, able to bend Father Time over a bar stool and make him his bitch, here was Anubis forcing him to make a vow that not even gods could wriggle out of.

He was shaking like a leaf. "Anubis, your cause is just. However, my art demands that I possess a certain amount of flexibility in my words and deeds. I refuse this test not out of pride, but out of fear. I fear that were I to swear upon the feather, I would lose at least part of my capacity to contribute to our cause. As for the question about who would stand at our head, Odinson, I indeed meant no offense, and for agreeing to host this little gathering you and your kind have my eternal thanks."

Still quivering in nervousness, Norman shrunk into his seat. Literally. He was soon barely the size of a halfling, reflecting the size of his ego in the presence of so many others more powerful than himself. In any other set of circumstances, he would have been struck down on the spot for demanding that gods get their shit together, and the fact that he was now the size of a faerie reflected his mental fragility at the realization of this fact.



As the voices of the gods continued in earnest the meeting showed no sign of resolution. Points and counter points were exchanged among those gathered until at last Odin raised his hand to stem the voices.

"As I understand it, none propose the bringing of such order to the realm of man," Odin reassured Serenade. "It is to our own kind that we look."

The wizened god leaned back in his throne as he weighed the words of those gathered.

"Cichol is correct in her assessment though," he added after a time. "This world of man that you seek to protect is filled with a great deal of ills. If action is to be taken we must first assess the situation and the depth of Taima's words."

He looked to Anubis. "You would ask us to swear a pact before we yet know what it is we swear to. This we cannot do."

He rose then from his throne.

"My son, Thor, will accompany Taima back to the realm of man to investigate this matter," Odin declared. "If it is ascertained that our kind are responsible for the fraying of the realms then action will be swift."

"You send me from Asgard?" Thor spoke up incredulously. "What concern are these mortal affairs to us. We are gods."

Again it was Thor's tempered brother who stayed his words further. "You have much to learn, brother. Your time in Midgard will be well served." To Odin, Baldur nodded his head in acknowledgement. "It will be as you instruct."

Odin nodded in turn to Baldur's words before waving a hand lightly to dismiss the gathered gods.

Taima bowed her head to Odin as she retrieved her halberd from its place on the floor at her side. It wasn't all that she had hoped to accomplish this day, but it was a start.

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#, as written by Tiko
The call has been sounded across the realm for those with a heroes heart. Whether you be old, young, veteran, novice, or wayward soul in need of new beginnings, all with the seed of a champion within them will feel the tug of the resonating call. The compulsion to seek out the temple from your dreams calls you northward into the icy peaks of Aslund, to the heart of the The Patronus stronghold.

It is the same dream as last night, and the night before, and the night before that. You stand atop an icy ridge surveying the far reaches of the land that stretch for miles upon miles. At your back a regal temple stands sentinel over Aslund, both tall and proud with its banner flying high. The cold chill of the wind bites at your skin with unrelenting fury, but strength hardens your heart for the coming storm. The realm cries out for champions, for those who can weather the perils they will face in the days to come.

A voice reaches you upon the wind carrying the strength of the mountains in its resonating words.

'The Champions gather.'

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The cloaked figure had managed to cast away the guards that normally flanked him. Almost silently he crunched towards a small clearing, where in the dirts he brushed away an intricate circular symbol. Standing in the center, he withrew a tiny, frayed, half-book from his robes.

It fell open in his palm, he chanted aloud under his breath.

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Now not all gods are inclined to appearing before mortals at request, but Taima was not as many gods. Unlike those born into their station, or those who took their crowns through the worship of mortals, Taima had earned her place among the gods through her valor and unwavering devotion both to Terra, and to Ahuma, the patron deity of the draconian people. Though it was perhaps the thread of mortality that still clung to her, and her regard for mortals as equals that kept her from attaining true godhood, but one could only speculate into what it was that made a god a god.

As Casren' chanting droned on, his words were disrupted by a deafening crack of thunder as a bolt of lighting struck the earth not a yard before Casren. As the flash of light cleared, a looming warrior knelt in its wake, her halberd embedded into the earth.

Though humanoid in form, her features are unmistakably draconic in nature, her face the visage of a dragon snout complete with a mouthful of vicious looking fangs and bony protrusions and in place of skin she has scales, crimson red. Her startling visage did little to abate the sense of divinity that permeated her body though. Armored head to foot, she had the look of a warrior, a champion. Raising her gaze she looked upon Casren before pulling her halberd free of the ground and rising.

"What business have you with me?" she asked. Her voice was a deep growl, rough and gravely.

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Casren quieted his chanting as the lightning struck, however it wasn't until he was addressed that his lips stopped moving. They curled into a smile as he lowered his hood, bowing respectfully to the Great one before him.

"I fear the time has come again for the champions to rise," Casren almost frowned.

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#, as written by Tiko
"The call has been sounded already," Taima replied. "The warriors gather in the north."