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Pantheon: Shattered World » Places

Places in Pantheon: Shattered World

This is a list of locations that can be found in Pantheon: Shattered World.


All Places

Ertse'gart

61 posts · 10 characters present · last post 2017-04-30 06:14:09 »

         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.

Once a beautiful forest, now growing rampant without the guidance of Abaranne.

Shalom

9 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2017-04-09 11:18:06 »

         ching, ching
ching, ching

The bells rang once more just as Tir'Ish was about to leave and shortly after Hazarmaveth had already departed. Xyr had come to Shalom, having sensed yet another visit to it from Tir'Ish. He knew about this from the feelings of the champion, almost anxiety driven into fear of the next visit from an unwelcome guest. Not nightmare worthy, not yet. But Xyr would see to what this champion needed. Just that little extra push required. Even if Tir'Ish stays in Shalom it would not deter Xyr from his goal. He settles near the champion, and another book the same as the one he had left in Ertse'gart manifested next to his lap. The two were connected, whereas one would be written in and the other would show the same writing. A way of communication, and perhaps the release of pent up emotions. A penpal, if one were to take it that way. Xyr only whispered into his mind, with feelings instead of words. "Dreams are meant to be shared...." And with that Xyr was away, the only incentive needed now given. He had his own copy of the book and would be watching as things unfolded in time.....

The ethereal city dedicated to peace for the dead.

Astral Sea

24 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2017-03-12 16:13:22 »

         (Wrong Location)

Aettean is surrounded by the Astral Sea. In this massive expanse lies the stars, moons, the home of the gods, and the afterlives.

Hoffngard

47 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2016-12-31 08:13:30 »

         Creep

He just sort of stood by, watching on as the three strange humanoids went forward and received gifts handed to them by some sort of... God? He couldn't remember the fellow in the slightest, there wasn't many he'd recognize right away even if he'd met them before.

After the man was finished distributing goodies to the mortals he flew up, turning into a rainbow of sorts before disappearing whilst leaving his little goodbye message. Creep mostly just stood by, hands in his pockets.

Guy really didn't notice me just standing here huh?... I must be really unremarkable. Not surprising. He thought to himself, just kind of looking at the quirky scenario before him.


He might not of been the sharpest blade, metaphorically speaking, but he could listen well enough to know they were on a mission for the gods. That fact was also not surprising. He was usually prepared for unusual things to be the result of some god or goddess screwing up or acting strange yet again. That way he could still be pleasantly surprised by genuine oddities. Then again there were also those times were genuine oddities took to being gods themselves. Those were also disappointing.

"So I see you're on a quest for the gods." He opened, hopefully making himself heard once again to the three who seemed to forget his presence. "I hope you won't leave me to keep guessing the goal they set you?"

He cast a glance over to the person who was now revealed to be a beastkin who had changed into her armor over in the shrubs. "Hm, a beastkin." He muttered under his breath with a curious note. What god could she belong to I wonder...

City built by mortal from the ruins of the old world.

Raelenea

34 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2016-12-22 20:53:32 »

         Scire, momentarily distracted by flipping pages of his book replied to Ai after a fashion. He palmed his glasses raising an eyebrow at Ai and Hazarmaveth, "I'm merely a product of my environment and keep the worthy goaded to action. It seems there's a new product now, eh? I don't train the new blood I keep them going on their own path."

Recalling something that he thought wouldn't end well he laughs, "That does remind me not to be alone with someone like Ai for too long."

His expression muted, "Let alone Xyr. That would be less amusing for everyone involved. Anyway, things to do!"

Fingers uncoiled Scire rose a monacle to put into one eye and opened his book on a scored table that wafted dust like it had sat for some days there. It wasn't summoning as much as the warren followed Scire around his realm the organic chaos of art, creation, and literature nearly an animate thing in of itself. The God of the Driven hadn't the focus to maintain discrete servants like the others merely focusing his realm and power on his followers.

With his gauntlet Scire opened the hardbound metal book emblazoned with his symbol. Scraps of vellum and paper poured out of it like water onto the table a map of some city depicted on the book's pages. Scire rose his gauntleted hand pointing at the air above the table as a flood of papers fluttered out of the book and upward into the air. Faces and their scraps of attendant thoughts from Scire's mind as he looked for Hoffngard among the minds of his followers.

"Who is closest to this new event...", He mused as Scire's inattention to Raelenea faded him back to into the warrens.

The City of the Gods

Land of Sorrow

3 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2016-12-12 08:10:35 »

         Dinner was wrapping up in Castle Xyr. Those of the "council" were eating their last bites and making idle conversations, with Xyr still in his seat lost in thought. Servants soon came out to quickly whisk the empty plates and trays away. As was custom in upper class meals, each course was different than the last. The next and final meal of the night was desert. The Land of Sorrow was unable to support much variety of delicacies, so the selection was rather limited. A pudding made from local Blood Yams was about the best thing on the table, and even that was rather bland.

None of this concerned Xyr, it never did. But as all food was set and the others ready to eat they were interrupted by Xyr standing out of his throne. Slowly, he steps up onto the table as his eyes were transfixed out a window opposite him. He continued to walk with black silhouetted feet around the food, each dish being effected by him in a variety of ways. A large gelatine mold became a horrific one eyed slime monster. Another platter of skewered beetles grew snake heads and began slithering across the table.

All sorts of dangerous and horrifying monstrocities fed off a combination of Xyr's energy and the fears of those in the room. As many of the mortals scrambled for cover, Xyr stopped at the end of the table and watched as a cluster of clouds to the north glowed with multiple colors. The Erts'e gart seemed busy, but it wasn't the doing of something he knew. As quickly as it had begun, the light had faded and Xyr felt the fears of a new being hit him hard. Along with it came a new tragedy, a new character, and new possibilities.

Many of those remaining in the room were frozen in horror as Xyr let out a slowly rising maniacle laugh, his excitement mounting. As his laughter apexed his arms raised high, casting long shadows across the room. He suddenly stopped and swept his arms down, returning all altered realities to normal and turning on his heel. "Dinner is over." With that he disappears and becomes smoke, whisking away to the top of his tower as dark ash storms brew up around the Land of Sorrow and Disdain, created by the power of his emotions to manifest a low speed hurricane to cover the entire land under his control in its worst storm yet.

The place of Xyr's mortal nobility, now his personal theater.

Aettean Ruins

2 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2016-11-07 10:37:47 »

         A thick fog rolled in with the wind following close behind the last of the insects. It became nigh impossible for conventional senses to get through the fog as voices and color came from the white mass. Whispers from the voices of multiple gods and goddesses came through, a word hear and a sentence there. Enough information about Bashemath and her ichor was trasnfered to Creep this way, and its apparent life evolving properties.

Xyr had already gotten all this from his spy at the council and wished Creep to know as his voice whispers around the insect god, mixed in with the other whispers.

"Consume... grow...!" His words were sent in their most primal sense, easier for both Creep and his bugs to understand.

The realms set adrift by Asriy'el's wrath.

Manami

The very ornate realm of the goddess of romance, Ai. Though nomadic may return occasionally here as a refuge.

Jo'fjall

Mountains still standing after the fall littered with the ruins of the old world.

The Lush Lands

The realm of Edna Wytrix

Icelandis

The frozen realm of the time god, Rimus.