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Nocte

Goddess of Night and Time

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a character in “The Gods: The Beginning”, as played by dreammuffin

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Title:
Goddess of Night and Time

Gender:
Female

Alignment:
Neutral

God Appearance:
Nocte's hair is as black as night, and it cascades down her shoulders to the small of her back. She has deep blue eyes, the shades of the sky when the sun has just set, and framed in long lashes. Her fair skin contrasts with her dark hair. Her slender body seems to be carved out of the night sky, standing tall and proud, with a lean build.

Personality:
Nocte is a calm and level headed being. She doesn't let her emotions get the better of her, choosing to think in a measured way. When a situation arises, it isn't like her to act on impulse. She calculatedly comes up with a solution, first seeing what all the possible outcomes are. Because of this, she tends to be neutral among the gods, as she always does what she knows is the best course of action, no matter what it may be deemed by the others. Nocte is also very patient. She doesn't let a silly thing like time fluster her because, well, she has all the time in the world.

Nocte is also compassionate for the gods and other beings she cares about, showing it in the little things she does, though most tend to not notice.

Nocte doesn't like to waste her words on things that don't need to be addressed. She prefers to put her thoughts into actions, and her her messages into words that convey exactly what she needs to her across. Why waste your time and breath on something so unnecessary?

Nocte is also slow to trust, never really depending on anyone unless they give her a reason to. If one does earn her trust, she will treasure you as a companion.

Opinion of mortals:
"Ah, mortals, such a young race. They live and die so quickly, like a spark. They amuse me quite a bit, how they quarrel and love so quickly. At times, it's funny how alike they are to us deities. They have so much potential."


God’s Domain:
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Avatar Name:
Arwen Vanadis

Personality:
Arwen is quite a mysterious person, who doesn't seem to share anything with anyone. She tends to remain quiet, except for when she's around the heroes, and people she trusts the most. She carries herself with a powerful demeanor, which to most, can make her seem quite intimidating, commanding respect when she walks into a room. While she isn't the most outwardly charismatic person, she is very kind. She loves doing the little things that make people happy, even if they don't realize it. Arwen can also get protective of her people, and will do anything to shield them from pain. They are the only true family she has. Arwen is incredibly guarded towards others, never sharing her feelings. To her, surrendering to one's emotions or talking about them is a sign of weakness. In short, she is much like the revered goddess Nocte.

Other than that, she is also very fair and clever. Her powers of solving problems are rivaled by no one. She uses this skill to shape the kingdom and help it prosper. She is also quite the warrior, more of a stealth fighter rather than an aggressive one.

Magic Abilities:
Arwen has control over darkness. She can summon and control all forms of darkness, and if used creatively, can solidify darkness, and even teleport through shadows. She can completely black out a room or area.



Hero(es):
Octavian
Rank/Reason: Captain of the Noctarian Guard
He is an incredibly skilled swordsman, and specializes in multiple weapons as well. Octavian is a formidable force, and a very capable warrior.

Personality:
Octavian is a man of few words, but those words are dripping with power. He is both prodigious in size and intelligence, and is respected by all who meet him. His strategies are quick, precise, and work without fail. He is very calculative, able to think of every possible outcome before hand.

Marina
Rank/Reason: Independant Mercenary
She was a contracted mercenary, who decided to stay in the kingdom of Noctaria after being hired a few times.

Personality:
She is a very talented warrior, and specializes in various weapons. Though you wouldn't think mercenaries to be kind and gentle, that is what Marina is. Her dark side shows during battle, where she is ruthless and efficient. Octavian doesn't trust her much, but she is loyal to Arwen, him, and the kingdom.

Aurelia
Rank/Reason: General of the Guard
She skilled swordsman and archer.

Personality:
Aurelia is very loyal, especially to Arwen. She listens without question, and has very good judgment. Her skills aren't to be taken lightly, and the fact that she's a female doesn't even register when she's on the battlefield. She is one of Octavian's most trusted advisers.

Terrain Preference:
A mountainous area with plenty of valleys, rivers, and lakes.

Name of Kingdom/Empire:
The Kingdom of Noctaria

Capital:
Tempus - The cultural and intellectual hub of the kingdom. It is where the arts and scholarship flourish. It is also a major center of trade, as it resides along the Calis River.

Major Cities:
Nox - Where the temple of Nocte resides. It is one of the most beautiful cities, and is situated between two mountains, and alongside Lake Leona.
Nephilius - The major city of trade, and filled with many merchants and higher class people.
Drummond - Home of the richest class, and is a very rich community.

Society:
[People]

[Economy]

[Politics]

Other: What else do you want to tell us?

So begins...

Nocte's Story

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Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Niueis Character Portrait: Ulmo
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Coming into existence was quite a confusing ordeal. At first, there was nothing, and then suddenly she was born. Or maybe she had existed even before the nothing, though who could say? Her consciousness thrummed as she felt something around her. No, it was something in her. It was ever moving, and a force that couldn't be stopped or changed. It continued forward even when worlds were destroyed, and universes reborn. 'What is it?' She thought dreamily, her own thoughts making her even more curious. Realization dawned upon her. It was time. She knew this more certainly than anything in the world. Nocte felt her presence spread thin, reaching into the far expanses of the universe. Her surroundings were pure black, and she couldn't see anything around her. Yet, she could sense everything in the blackness. She felt at peace, comforted by the soothing darkness.

Suddenly, her world started to become lighter, till everything around her was bathed in light. She recoiled from the brightness, shielding It was the end of night, and the daytime was taking over. 'This is not my domain,' she realized, missing the warmth of her night. And there she waited, the cycles of day and night coming and going, always shining in the bight and hiding in the day.

Centuries passed like this as she kept the time of the universe, and reigned in the night sky. Planets and stars started to form. one particular planet caught her attention. It was a young one, with seas and life just being born. She sensed new presences on the new formation, and grew curious.

Slowly, Nocte pulled her consciousness together into one form. Looking down at her hands, she moved her fingers, marveling at the reaction. She descended on the earth, and when she landed, her feet rested on land, which she was unfamiliar with. Her feet fumbled uselessly for a moment, before she gracefully regained her balance. She walked a few steps, testing out her legs. She then began wandering around. She came upon a small group of beings, each absorbed in their conversations. She marveled at the forms; they looked similar to her, yet different. They were each inteoducing themselves. Here, she had just uncovered who she was, and now even more mysteries awaited her. She approached slowly, not yet aware of what to do. Their voices were clear and bright, and she opened her mouth to speak as well. Only silence came out.

She tried once more, and this time, a soft, ethereal voice emanated from her. It caught her by surprise, and she tries again. "Hello..." She ventured, looking at the others. "I am Nocte, Goddess of Night and Time."

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Kaira


Sargon flicked his wrist and Kaira watched, enthralled as dark flames spat from his hand, "I command the shadows, and all that they are," He dropped his hand down to his side, the flames gone. He looked back to the forest, "Those wolves were the only beings I was able to breathe life into, and I do not believe I have the strength to do so again."

Kaira listened to her friend. While she could not comprehend the emotion in his voice, she was aware that he was not smiling. A small frown tugged at her face. No, Sargon should smile. He should not be sad that he had created life, he should celebrate it. While she was thinking, Sargon linked his fingers with hers, "Perhaps we could guide it together?" He asked.

Kaira looked around at her siblings, "It would take more than you and I to guide the world. We would all need to work together to guide life to its fullest potential," She looked down at their interlinked hands, "But we have to start somewhere, don't we?" She looked back up, smiling at her new friend.

Before Sargon could answer, a new voice joined them, softer than Niueis's. Another woman, "I am Nocte, Goddess of Night and Time." A dark haired girl introduced herself from the group. Kaira turned, in doing so, her hand fell away from Sargon's.

"Hello Nocte," Kaira embraced the girl, "I am Kaira, the Goddess of Loyalty, welcome to your family."

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Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Niueis
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There was nothing but silence, crushing empty darkness and unending cold. It permeated everything, filled it with a hardness and left it empty. It was an endless thing, so deep down within the dark; yet… a faint glimmer was growing down here alone. It has always been there, smothered and almost drowned out for an eternity by the roaring silence as its prison tried to end it before it could grow. The spark would not be put out, not now, not ever.



She opened her eyes, pain and tightness greeted her as she found herself trapped and locked in place. She screamed into the darkness which moved not, and the silence she had known for an eternity was not even broken by her own voice. Her body become more chilled as she was slowly becoming lost once more within this claustrophobic abyss as it somehow trapped her more as she doubted herself.

Calmly she closed her eyes, for all the difference it made. Breathing slowly she set her jaw firmly as her mid echoed her purpose. She didn’t know where she was or why she was but she would not be kept here. Not now, not ever. Her hands clenched into fists as she felt her bones creaking and cracking, eyes wide open the darkness melted away and shuddered in response to the flames that now engulfed her form; burning bright and deadly from her eyes and mouth as her hair ignited. The earth and rock that had trapped her here since her birth changed in moments, becoming liquid fire and retribution as she forced herself free; at last she was no one’s prisoner.

The earth was rumbling with the echoes of voices and struggles high above, but they barely registered for her. Right now she was vengeful and filled with a fury born from the darkness, forged bright in the flames of her own fears she let them overcome her and everything she touched as she rose faster and faster through the melting earth. Her flames spread and tore through the bedrock in all directions, the veins and arteries of a world seeking their first passage as the world itself seems to greet her with dislike and displeasure.

Her screams were now ringing her ears, as the fire lent its strength to her voice. She could feel the earth giving way as it offered less resistance to her flames, as she approached the very surface of the world above; and for a moment she suddenly calmed and was back in the cloying dark again. Her breathing slow and steady as time stopped inside her head, her thoughts flashing back and forth as she realised what was about to happen.

A faint smile curved her lips as she broke through to the open air, fire and lava pouring from the depths of the world as she broke free at last; and all across the world of Ashariel mountains and hills and the depths of the seas erupted in explosive volcanoes as her birth was made manifest. The northern chain of volcanoes which had been formed around her first glimpse of this world had long since ceased their pouring of smoke into the air to blacken the sky when she herself arose.



She knew not how long it had been since she had begun her journey to the surface but it was into this light that Nuri climbed, digging her way out of the piled ash and hardened lava, shaking her body loose of rivets of the liquid fire that still clung to her. Her face was darkened with soot and parts of her skin and hair were singed but the smile still remained, joyous and alive to be free of the stagnant earth below her. Her eyes glittered in the new light of the world, straining her eyes after darkness for so long. Shaking her head slightly so her hair covered her face, she knelt into one of the rivers of lava still flowing from the chain of volcanoes, reaching both hands in to her elbows and lifting out a pair of goggles that she strapped over her head and lowered slightly to help her ease into accustoming to the sunlight. Patting down her clothes, extinguishing the odd fire here and there, she slowly began to walk down the mountains towards these people.



As she approached she could slowly discern voices being carried on the wind towards her but was unable to make them out, bar one which seemed to echo heartily across the world. Something about getting him into trouble which seemed odd to her, causing her brow to furrow slightly in confusion before she shrugs her shoulders and approached them not long after another did so as well.

”Greetings! Pleasure ta meet ya!”

She called out to them, eying each of them in turn and wondering to herself that she seemed somewhat shorter than them all, but waving it off to herself as of little import. However her thoughts lingered for a moment or two on the great creature that stood nearby, a elemental force like herself and one she felt she knew… her mind returning to the place she had escaped as she tried her best to not let her eyes narrow in recognition of the other she had felt nearby in her torment.

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Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Ragon Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Strach Character Portrait: Kaira
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Sargon


”Greetings! Pleasure ta meet ya!” a female voice said

Sargon turned around to see an attractive red haired women, energetic as the others. Another of his kin he assumed, and he was sure there would be more of them. They were awaking from this world, or their domains, and coming together. Something was causing them to stir, and it had a plan for them. In Sargons mind however, he had his own plans.

Suddenly Sargons mind was no longer in the present. His eyes, naturally silver, faded to a pure almost demonic black. His muscles tightened holding his body erect, as if he was still in control. But in his mind, he drifted over the landscape, and what he saw pleased him.

Mountains.....Valleys.....
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Forests.....Rivers....
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Sargon saw a massive stone city rise forth from the earth, and out from the mountains. He saw beings much like himself, clad in armor and brandishing weapons, they gathered in massive numbers outside the mountain city...

Army

They cheered and roared his name, honored him with song and idols. He watched as they surged forth building more cities, rallying more men. He watched as they removed their helms, eyes glowing yellow, fangs took shape within their jaws and they became savage, they slaughtered all those who opposed them.

Sargons mind returned to his body "My children" he whispered

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Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Niueis
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Karkothi


Braun's affection was an unexpected thing, as he squeezed her massive claw in rough embrace. And then Anansi revealed that she, too, was not all pink skin and soft hair, but hard chitin and hidden fangs. Karkorthi discovered the unexpected delighted her, and thus did she decide to stay amongst these strange others, rather than withdraw back underneath her mountains.

Their group was joined by others. Many others. They came now as if drawn to the place. A woman naked and flirtatious, another clad in starlight and calling herself Goddess. And then the Fire. Karkothi's eyes could not narrow, nor did they give the impression that they would have if they could. She knew that one with the red hair. Her heat and writhing had woken Karkorthi first.

Where Nuri was prisoner, Karkorthi was home, and Nuri's firey ravages had shaken the Scorpion-Goddess to a wakefulness she had not welcomed. Even now, that fire burned deep at the core, and so long as it did, Karkorthi would not sleep. It was meant to be that way for the people that would come later, of course. All things fit just so. Without that Fire, the Earth would slumber in dead silence. Without the Earth, the Seas would run rampant over all and there would be nowhere to be safe and steady. Without the Seas, the Wind would be a dry and dead thing, bringing only heat and dust. And in full circle, without the Wind, the Fire would smother and die.

But understanding the necessity did not mean Karkorthi treasured this fiery Other, and she carefully filed the presence of Nuri next to that of Ulmo in her heart.

She watched Life spring into Ulmo's realm, and recalled the beasts of Ragon that walked above. Contemplatively, Karkorthi dragged one of her claws in a scoop of the glittering sand, feeling for the power that had been with her since birth. The tumbling grains grew into sandy miniatures of herself, waving their tails menacingly at each other as they burrowed away to safety. They skittered away from the gathered Gods not out of cowardice - for they each brandished the same armament she did - but simply out of a desire to remain unseen and safe.

Proving that she wasn't all terrible beast and menacing insect, she turned in curiosity as one of Ragon's predators chased furry prey in the grass nearby. With a tentative thought that curled her tail, that silky-furred creature disappeared in a flash of burrowing paws, granted safety within the loamy reaches of Her power. Already, however, she thought of ways the predator might continue its chase.

Karkorthi imagined the dark places beneath her mountains where even grander creations could find silence and safety... and it pleased her.

"It is as you say.." She remarked to Kaira thoughtfully, "If we can create, we can destroy... I have no desire to batter myself against you all." At least not without purpose. Though unspoken, it hung at the end of her peace offering much like the wicked tip of her tail hung above the pristine and beautiful jewels on her back. This would-be keeper of stone and earth was passive, not pacifist.

"But much as we must be together... surely we can be separate? I cannot touch the waves," She turned her attention to Ulmo in that calm acknowledgement of his element's opposition to her own, "And would think he can do no more than that with my mountains... Cooperation may be best fostered if we might still have our own places to do with as we please."

Her words made perfect sense to her, even if she had no idea from where her calm, logical observations came from. It was simply her nature to be observant.

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Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Niueis
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Braun found himself blessed by not one but two more beautiful sisters. One was very cheerful with hair as red as flame, the other was quiet and reserved with raven colored hair. Braun embraced them both, bringing one in with one massive arm and the other with his other.

"Welcome sisters, welcome! I am your brother, Braun and I am most pleased to me you!"

With that he released them, as Sargon and Kaira began discussing the gods true purpose. When his wolf brother asked the Loyalty Goddess her opinion on the matter she replied wisely and made much sense to Braun as he listened.

"Guidance. Some of us create, some of us guide. I believe that our purpose is to guide the creations of our siblings the best we can,"

She turned back to Sargon and gave a shrug,

"I may be wrong but I think that is our purpose."

"I command the shadows, and all that they are"

Sargon replied as he looked to the forest where his creations lived

"Those wolves were the only beings I was able to breath life into, and I do not believe I have the strength to do so again"

Braun watched with pride as Sargon let his hand weave its fingers between Kairas', the God of Strength found himself made merry at the tenderness shown from his kin to one another.

"Perhaps we could guide it together?"

Sargon asked, his eyes looking into Kaira's.

"It would take more than you and I to guide the world. We would all need to work together to guide life to its fullest potential,"

She looked down at their interlinked hands,

"But we have to start somewhere, don't we?"

She said with a heartfelt smile. It was then that for the first time another of his siblings weighed in on the subject, Karkorthi in all her earthen splendor spoke up.

"It is as you say.. If we can create, we can destroy... I have no desire to batter myself against you all. But much as we must be together... surely we can be separate? I cannot touch the waves, and would think He can do no more than that with my mountains... Cooperation may be best fostered if we might still have our own places to do with as we please."


Braun stepped forward, his arms crossed over his broad chest as for the first time since meeting his kin his smile faded not out of sadness or anger but mere pensiveness. Braun up until this point in his life had never set his mind to any great tasks. He had tested his body and will, his fortitude and might but his mind was slow in comparison. Because of this he was admittedly a slight bit concerned he would sound foolish around such thoughtful thinkers as the rest of his kin appeared to be. So Braun concentrated, he he thought dutifully about his response before speaking so when he stepped forward his words were carefully chosen.

"I think we all speak truths here. No one or two of us can lead this world alone, to shape it without the aid of each other would do poor justice to what could be created if we work together."

Braun gaze did not fall on one or two of his kin but drifted to each and every one of them.

"We're family, brothers and sisters, immortal siblings. We only have each other. I think it is no bad thing to want our own realms, a place to do with what we please. I'll tell all of you here though, my door will always be open."

Braun added with a chuckle at the end before continuing.

"I know not what power I have to create, I think I would prove clumsy of hand if I tried to create wolves like yours Sargon. Yet... I feel I can be of aid to whatever creations you all bring into the world. As my strength is yours I will lend to them. They need only ask it of me, should they be in need they need but call out and I will help them find the strength to endure and overcome any odds. I will tell your children and your children's children to go where the challenge is greatest, in that way they will find the strength that I offer."

Braun's words were impassioned and filled with pride and hope. What he saw in his future and the futures of his kin was a bright day with a sun ever shining.

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Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Niueis
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"Welcome sisters, welcome! I am your brother, Braun and I am most pleased to me you!"

She chuckled as this giant of man lifted her off the ground in greeting, smiling at the warm welcome both her and the other newcomer had received. After he placed them back on the ground she shook her shoulders slightly due to the hug having flared the stiffness she felt after being asleep for so long. Lifting her goggles up so that they nestle in her hair, just above her forehead and reveal her faintly glowing eyes.

”Name’s Nuri, and I suppose I’m yer Sister. Pleasure indeed.”

She smiled at the large man but her attention was taken as she caught parts of the conversation between a few of the others about creating and shaping this world which intrigued her somewhat. Her face became slightly more animated as ideas began to spark till she heard the contribution of Karkothi ringing in her ears which hardened her features for a moment, her mind running the words over in her mind to interpret any hidden meanings.

"It is as you say… If we can create, we can destroy... I have no desire to batter myself against you all."

Her eyes flared bright and glittering as the meaning spoke to her that the scorpion saw no promising outcome against them all together, but Nuri forced herself to calm because her own paranoia about this sibling was beginning to get the better of her. But before she could think much more on the subject the towering figure of Braun had turned towards them all and spoke deep and loudly.

"I know not what power I have to create, I think I would prove clumsy of hand if I tried to create wolves like yours Sargon. Yet... I feel I can be of aid to whatever creations you all bring into the world. As my strength is yours I will lend to them. They need only ask it of me, should they be in need they need but call out and I will help them find the strength to endure and overcome any odds. I will tell your children and your children's children to go where the challenge is greatest, in that way they will find the strength that I offer."

Nuri nodded slowly, her head tilted slightly as she rubbed her chin, before grinning to herself as she summoned forth blazing flames in the palms of her hands. The fires spread out and lengthened, growing hotter and sparking as she shaped them between her fingers into something resembling a long-handled maul of sorts, almost as tall as she was in fact. As its shape began to set she hammered the base of the shaft into the earth with a resounding thunk, cooling it almost instantly into its final temperament. Throughout the metal of the weapon were faint rivers of what appeared to be liquid fire, throbbing in time with the beat of her heart.

“Well said brother, well said. I’m with ya’ll in the task of shaping this world and such. But where ta begin?”

She looked up at her gathered siblingry as she waited for a response, then sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth she clicked it a couple of times in thought before gripping her maul tightly in her hands. She eyed up Braun carefully before running towards him her hammer planting hard into the ground to help propel her high up to land on his broad shoulders. Sitting herself there with the hammer resting across her lap she lightly ran her fingers through her erratically styled hair.

“Aye, like I were asking, where and when shall we be beginning our great works!?”

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The Trinity

The being turned to face them and it's lips turned upward into an amused smile. It introduced itself as Mortum, the God of Death, Knowledge, and Wisdom. 'A God?' Thought the first. What was that? Regardless, she knew that she liked it's presence. It felt older than them, older than the creatures around them, and even older than the entire world that they were living in. That meant that it had answers. Apparently, Mortum also had questions and posed a very important one.

Who were they? And what were they?
The first pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, thinking over the query. Suddenly, the information came to her mind and forced it's way out of her mouth. "I am Amara, Goddess of Balance." Her eyes widened as she slowly put her fingertips to her lips. Amara. The word felt strange, but familiar. It belonged to her. It felt right. She looked back to her sisters and judging from their bewildered looks, they had experienced a similar epiphany. "I am Hellia." The youngest goddess giggled, skipping towards the death god and proceeding to dance around him, laughing a laugh that sounded like the jingling of bells and singing of birds. "That is my name and I came from the light!"

The dark one had a sharp smirk sheathed on her lips as she slowly took several steps towards Mortum. "I am Noctre. I was birthed by the darkness." Noctre seemed pleased, a strange sight, with her new name. She purred as stalked towards Hellia and Mortum, eventually joining her sister in the dance encircling him. "We have names now!" Hellia exclaimed, playfully caressing Mortum's shoulder, slowly feeling the fabric covering his skin. She ceased her dancing and pinched the material and tugged it, looking to the god. "What is this? Why do we not have this over our skin?" Noctre chuckled darkly as she rubbed herself against his arm. "Why do you care, Sister? I am curious to see the rest of his body. To view the flesh hidden from my sight." She smirked again, sneaking her hand up the front of his shirt and unhurriedly feeling the muscle underneath.

Amara smiled and shook her head at her siblings. "Mortum?" She called. "Have you been in this world long? Are there any sights you'd care to show us?" She took several steps towards him and her sisters, who resumed dancing around the wise god, singing and loudly laughing with joy. Dark and light, dancing in harmony. Amara's smile grew. Balance was truly their domain.


Espiri

"Come on! Come on! Look! They're all just lined up for us!" Espiri cackled with glee as he handed large, juicy yellow fruits to the several beings he created shortly after his birth. He decided that they'd be called spirits and they'd be like him. . . A blast of fun!

His body was bare and exposed, except for the turtle shell helmet he had recently crafted. He had a large childish smile on his face, exposing all of his pearly white teeth to his spirit subjects. They took a variety of forms, some appearing as large yellow-colored rabbits and others as silver wisps of wind. They lined up like soldiers, awaiting orders from their creator.

"Alright men!" He shouted, pacing down the line of his children. "The targets are on the sandy place next to the water." He turned on his hill and walked back up. "They are not expecting us, but once we make our move, they will be merciless. Most of you will not survive." Several of the spirits looked nervously at each other. Espiri smiled smugly and threw a fruit into the air, catching it and taking a bite.

"Mira!" He called and a spirit stepped forward. "Yes?" Espiri marched and stared at her intently. She had been his first and he had to say that he was proud of his work. He had crafted her from a dying tree, a dark cloud, and the corpse of a giant bird. "Prepare to attack." She smiled grimly and nodded, flapping her large wings and taking off into the sky.

The Seducer smiled at this and looked to his men. "Get ready for a war of fruit and juice!" They cheered loudly and rushed to take positions, some flying into the air, others hiding on land near the group of divine beings on the beach. Espiri took in a deep breath and when he exhaled, large blue wings sprouted from his shoulder blades and he took off into the air. He watched the gods below him and grinned. "ATTAAAAAACK!"

At his call, his spirits sprang from their positions and pelted their targets with the fruits.

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The land paved on and on, an infinite distance the world did stretch. Everywhere untouched by him was of something new. The sight, the sound, the smell, every aspect of sense etched new information into his mind. Such was the way of a predator, but his prey was not of his making. The rapid succession of paws upon the ground, the inhaling of six lungs, the jet black fur of these canine-like creatures. Ragon was proud of these beasts, for they had proven far more enduring than he originally believed. Still they ran, till finally the scents grew stronger. More were here, more..... things wakening. Each new one that came forth made the Great Circle skip, as if unsure what this boded for the balance of all things. Ragon had to know what they were.

The pack of dire wolf-like creations neared the edge of the woods, taking in deep wiffs of the air. They were near, in the clearing not far off. Ragon had found his prey. Each massive beast took it's place in a circle, all facing each other, and then let loose a thunderous howl. The raw, seemingly unnatural intensity in their howl sliced through the air like sharpened bone. Out from their throats lingered a dark smoke, glowing with a vibrant red energy, the essence of savage rage. The creeping smoke swirled and gathered within the circle of beasts, slowly taking shape and form. A terrifying beast, made of ethereal flesh, roared out to the skies, and from it's chest formed a second head, which swallowed it's predecessor, and from it's chest was formed a third head. This cycle continued for several moments, with each form consuming the last before finally taking solid shape.

A short muzzle filled with sharp teeth, aided by a set of mighty jaws. His mane did sway ever so slightly in the breeze, and thickened muscle was clearly visible beneath his golden fur. A powerful claw clutched at his chest, as it felt like Ragon's heart stopped for a moment. Something... happened. Something was wrong with the Order. An imbalance had formed. He cupped his two pawed hands and breathed deeply into his claws. His essence lingered and hardened, his claws tracing the edges of the stone disk to behold a crack in the side. As he touched it, he felt all he needed and knew..... Something not his had killed what was his. His child, his Great Lion, had been slain. Ragon had yet to make any creature which could hunt it, and it's death was too violent to be from starvation. No, something had come, and that same something had killed it. Scavengers claimed what was left, the life of one beast sustaining the life of others. The crack in the Great Circle partially mended itself. He would hunt the being responsible for this, but later.

In the distance he heard them. Low noises of different tones and pitches. A great thump which made the Earth quiver slightly, and the clicking of stone and something hard. He could smell..... things, like his children beside him. He did not craft these new canines, but if they were like his own then they must have keen senses. The warg-beasts were great stalkers in the tall grass, and Ragon did not doubt that his were the stronger of the two, but still he felt it better to go alone. He turned his head and nodded at the creatures, as they scattered off into the dense and untamed wilds. His own form, mighty though it may be, was ill-suited to these new lands. The grass here was not brown and golden, but rich and green. His massive size would scarcely find cover within it, but this was of no worry to the Father of Beasts. He had made both those that hunt and those that hide, no creature nor being would know of his presence should he not wish it.

Ragon knelt down to the grass, and as his touch did meet it's blades his skin stole it's color. His fur faded into his flesh, his bones shrunk to a lesser form, his forelegs placed themselves down as padded paws, and his movements became that of the grass itself. With each wave of the coastal breeze did it's fields sway, and with each pulse Ragon kept pace. His scent was that of his surroundings, his moves left nigh the sound of a ghost. He slithered and circled the gathering of creatures till at last he came to a small rise in land mass. From this gentle hill he could spy them, and if only he could tell what in the world they were. They all looked alike, save for only two. These things were strange indeed. They walked upright, slightly similar to how Ragon did sometimes, but that's where the similarities ended. No.... no, that wasn't quite true. They had a scent to them. It was to each unique, but something all connected them. They smelled ever slightly as Ragon himself did. They were related? By what way could that even be?

They wore loose dangly things which draped over their bodies, all of brilliant and very noticeable colors. Though why? Would they not hinder movement? Would their colorations not be better as their surroundings? Could they not shift their skin as he had done? Where were their claws? Fur? Scales? The only one which made sense to Ragon was the being of pure stone, though she still defied his basic reasoning in standing out so abruptly. Her and this strange female with many legs, whose top portion looked so weak and vulnerable compared to the rest of her body. Still, they seemed to like looking as they did, else surely they would change. Ragon looked at himself and shed his skin into the form he recently took liking to. His hardened scales peeled out from under the dry green skin, his tail swaying low but freely. He looked to many of their clothing, deciding he too would take color, stealing the blue of the shallow waters. He did tussle with the thought of confronting these new beings, until his eyes fell on... him.

The large male, possibly their Alpha. He was draped not in clothing, but in fur. Golden fur, which once held powerful and predatory muscles. A glorious mane he had gifted to his newest and strongest child, of whose face did now decorate this murderer. Rage. A single word, born again with new meaning which pierced and sundered all knowings of it. A feeling of such raw and indescribable fury, of emotions no other may ever come to posses. Ragon was enraged. His fury manifesting itself into a sort of unseeable-yet-perceivable red haze which emanated from his very body. It was this lumbering creature which defied his Primal Order, who had taken the life of Ragon's child without the need to. He, who Ragon thought kin. He would be the first to know the Wrath of the Primordial. An Earth-shaking roar, the cacophony of all of his children's cries Ragon bellowed. Such sound bore his full anger, a deep and deafening sound which this world had not heard before. It was as the sort of noise which resonated within oneself, vibrating in a sort of sickening way. Had even the swiftest head turned to spy it's source, it would behold all-ten-feet of the God of Savage Fury, Rage-Incarnate in full-sprint on all four surging legs and already within lunging distance of it's target.

The large mountain of muscle barely had turned when Ragon impacted against him, the Lizard-God's skull thickening and sprouting horns in preparation for the collision. Surprise and momentum granted Ragon the force needed to plow the hulking God into the shallows as both forms disappeared underneath the foaming blue. There was no hesitation from the Beast-Father as he bore larger fangs than he previously owned and bit down on his prey's arm with all his Godly might. Pain. Arching, shooting pain radiated from his jaw, dissipating quickly into even more anger. Braun's skin had barely given at all from Ragon's bite, without so much as shedding blood. Before any retaliation could be made, claws furiously lashed out as the two stood above the waters. With serrated talons of steel, Ragon tried to rend this being into ribbons. His claws sparked off Braun's hide like a sword blade against solid granite, but never once did the Savage God let up. There was no moment where a claw was not leaving a fresh streak of sparks, a flurry of sheer ferocity which only Ragon could manifest. Finally did the God of Strength clasp onto Ragon's forearms, the impact sounding of a faint thunder clap.

A test of sheer might, and for a moment neither gave an inch. The divine and limitless strength of Braun contested with the savage and unending determination of Ragon. Slowly, though, the bones in the massive reptiles arm's did start to show signs of cracking under such force. A battle of physical strength alone Ragon could not win here, but Fury was not simple might alone. It was the will to never stop, to fight Tooth and Claw for victory, and so Ragon did. Snapping down his jaws at Braun's face, Ragon forced the God to back away and break his hold. Ragon's free claw brought down a thunderous slash across Braun's chest, leaving the first signs of damage inflicted. Small yet definable scratches which gave only a single drop of the God's blood. Both parties backed away for a moment, finding their way back to the sandy beach. Ragon's snarling continence staring down at what looked to be an amused grin. Was.... was this thing enjoying itself? Ragon had sought to remove a limb at least for Braun's crime, yet Braun himself seemed to be entertained by their conflict like it were some kind of game. This infuriated Ragon in ways even he himself thought unreachable.

Both sides let out a roar of challenge as they charged. Though surprise was to Braun when Ragon did not directly meet him, slipping instead to his side. Ragon spun and slammed the weight of his tail against Braun's back, lurching the giant of a man forward. Talons sunk into Braun's back, finding perch in the ripples of his muscles as if they were features on a cliff face. Ragon's fangs began to clamp down on the back of Braun's neck, when the titanic grip of the Indomitable One dug into the sides of the Beast-Father and slung him forward, spiking Ragon's back hard upon the ground. The grip of Braun did not let up, however, and despite Ragon's talon-bearing feet leaving a matching set of neat scratches on the tree-trunks Braun called forearms, Ragon was still pulled back-first into a bearhug. This hit ever possible wrong cord there was, and every deep-seeded primal instinct of Ragon's screamed one thing. Must Be Free! He let loose an Ungodly howl, more deafening than the first if that were even possible. It shook the air with such intensity that the sand around the two could be seen visibly vibrating. Ragon unleashed a primal might that for a moment matched Braun's own enough to loosen the Strength God's grip, and when that wasn't enough, Ragon adapted to survive. Long spikes of bone burst from his skin, one poking Braun right in his forehead while the others pushed his arms apart. Finally freed, Ragon spun with a deep hiss of sheer hate, a swear not known to human tongues. He spoke...

"No Right! No Right Have You! Kill What Is Your Own! You Do Not Hunt! Do Not Need To Hunt! Kill What You Make, Skin-Taker! Leave My Children Be!" Ragon bellowed out in a truly guttural voice, a sound like rocks grinding together mixed with several different animals growling in unison. It was a displacing voice for any with ears, even Ragon would admit to this. Speaking of any with ears, his rage had simmered down enough to remember there were others here as well. Others like the large one he fought. Maybe they were much like him. Maybe they too would do as he'd done. Maybe Ragon was wasting his time here with them. Returning to his wild lands sounded like the wisest idea here, for he had likely not made any allies within these strange beings. "Thought I That We Share Blood, That We Kin. But We Do Not, Are Not. Thought Wrong. I Try Make. You...." he hissed as his eyes hit Braun again. "You Break. Break What Is Mine. Do Not Break Again." Ragon uttered a low, throaty growl as he turned in preparation to make his leave......

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Nocte and the others were joined by a few more deities. A beautiful goddess with snow white hair approached her, smiling. She was embraced by the goddess, and she introduced herself as well. "Hello Nocte, I am Kaira, the Goddess of Loyalty, welcome to your family." Nocte was taken aback for a moment. Family? She was filled with a warm feeling, one she was unfamiliar with but liked, and she embraced Kaira back. She had a family now. As she released the goddess of loyalty, Nocte was drawn into yet another embrace by a large, broad hand. "Welcome sisters, welcome! I am your brother, Braun and I am most pleased to me you!" Ah, Braun, she liked him already, his charisma was contagious.

Nocte listened as Kaira, Braun, Sargon, and Karkothi discussed shaping the world. These gods and goddesses somehow seemed to be younger than her. It made some sense. Time started long before anything formed in the universe. Braun stepped forward with his arms crossed, and addressed them. "I think we all speak truths here. No one or two of us can lead this world alone, to shape it without the aid of each other would do poor justice to what could be created if we work together. We're family, brothers and sisters, immortal siblings. We only have each other. I think it is no bad thing to want our own realms, a place to do with what we please. I'll tell all of you here though, my door will always be open." "I agree, I believe us all to be parts of the same whole..." She looked over as Nuri spoke. “Aye, like I were asking, where and when shall we be beginning our great works!?” "Ah, that is a good question indeed--" She was interrupted as she felt something in the air.

A wave of something permeated the air, sending a light shockwave through Nocte. "I wonder what that could've been," she wondered. "It's not something I've ever known before... What ever it is, it's opened up whole new possibilities for this infant world," she thought to herself.

Nocte's attention was diverted once again as she turned to see a large beast throw itself at Braun, and the two started battling. "No Right! No Right Have You! Kill What Is Your Own! You Do Not Hunt! Do Not Need To Hunt! Kill What You Make, Skin-Taker! Leave My Children Be! Thought I That We Share Blood, That We Kin. But We Do Not, Are Not. Thought Wrong. I Try Make. You.... You Break. Break What Is Mine. Do Not Break Again." The beast seemed very distraught, and its words were filled with sadness and anger. Ai and a few others were clearly upset from the fight.

The concept of fighting was quite new to her. She had been alone, up in the black void of space for so long. Here, she was just introduced to the love and friendship of family and kin, but now there was fighting. It was obviously not good like love. No, it was brutal and hurtful. Whatever the reason for fighting, the two seemed too stubborn to stop and let one have the upper hand. Then suddenly, Braun embraced Ragon, and just like that it was over. This puzzled Nocte, seeing as they were going at it viciously a moment ago. "Well, I guess I have a lot left to learn."

She looked down at her feet, the ground partly covered in fine sand. She ran her foot through the course grains, drawing a line with her toe as she thought in silence. This land was full of possibilities.

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Ragon felt the touch of Ai upon his features. A soft caress that seemed to be that of trust, a sudden surprise of possible understanding he hadn't expected. It held a care to it, a calm which quelled his anger and cleared his mind. The adrenaline high from the battle settled, and his vision began to blur. No longer in combat, Ragon was just now feeling the concussion from ramming head-first into what may as well been a damn mountain. A mountain which he successfully moved, but a mountain none the less. His senses dulled down a fair bit now, which would promptly explain how Braun got the drop on him. One second enjoying the soft touch of his sister, the next Ragon found himself leveled by the hammer that was Braun's fist. A cheap blow to say the least, and from the peaceful stupor the God of Savage Fury was roused to the fight again. Two forces of nature clashed yet again, climaxing in mainly more broken ribs and several more fractures to Ragon's skull.

Truly, this fight would go on for ages, for as Ragon could scarcely harm his brother, every blow that Braun landed was not weakening the Primordial. Rather the opposite, with Ragon adapting slowly-thickening bones in an attempt to evolve to his needs for survival. Still, this only meant a battle that may take a lifetime to end, spared only by the small miracle that Braun finally put two-and-two together. The God of Brotherhood stayed in his good spirit, justifying what he'd done as best he knew. To him, no harm had been done. Ragon did not see it as he did, for Ragon looked at only needs as relative. Also, he had the tendency to be a spiteful bastard. Under the faux impression of simply walking past him, Ragon lashed out with his tail to take out the legs of Braun. Only fair in the end, one dishonorable strike for another. Though this wasn't meant to be the continuation of the fight, a thought soon quelled by the glare Ragon shot Braun as he moved to stand. It wasn't a snarl, a challenging roar. It was cold, serious, and completely deadpan.

"Don't." One word, passed on in both silence and crystal clarity. "Why I Care About Pride? Conquest? These Are Stupid Things, Useless. They Not Needed, Not Help One Live. Don't Need Them. Don't Care About Them." Ragon pointed directly at the face of the Lion on Braun's armor. "And Neither Would He." He spat his words in complete disdain, his tone caring the bitter tinge which now began to pool on his tongue. Blood, gently flowing from a broken tooth. Ragon's tongue snaked and scanned each until he found it, the one fang which had broken from catching Braun's fist in his teeth. His claws pinched down on each side, and with one powerful yank and a sickening sound it pulled free. The small trickle dribbled down his jaw, his tongue curiously searching the soft pulpy flesh within the void until it found the tip of a new fang eager to take it's place. He held the removed tooth up to Braun before casting it into the sand at his feet. "You Want Trophy? There. Take. The Take No More.


Ragon turned to his fellow Gods here, content on gaining their insight. Or he was.... "We Do Not Need To Kill. Animals Kill, Must To.....Live?" Ragon trailed off as he felt the strangest sensation along his foot. The gentle ripple of a wave cast itself over his skin, and Ragon hadn't known this before. Even after his bout with Braun in the shallows, his rage-blanked mind didn't even register any of it. For him, this was the very first time he even noticed the water. He lifted his foot up, before plonking it down slightly deeper. His other foot soon followed straight down with a definable spaloosh! Slowly wading in a little deeper, all thought as to what he was saying completely left him the first time he caught glimpse of movement. His predatory eyes immediately zeroed in on the one glint of silver darting under the waves, his head tracing it's every sudden twitch like a big cat. Slowly he crept forward, leaning in ever so cautiously..... He lunged, a less-than-graceful splash in the deep blue of the ocean waters. Ragon must have been quite the scene, once the mighty and savage beast who parted the clouds with his roars, now thrashing wildly as he struggled to stand with his prize.

His hands cupped together, trapping a small pool within as well as the tiny little silvery minnow he'd caught. His eyes examined it with utter amaze and bewilderment as it darted about in it's limited space. Finally Ragon began trudging back to the shore with the little fish, presenting him of to the one who smelled strongly of the sea. Ulmo, with his hair and robes of the deepest blue, Ragon could really guess no other to be responsible for the oceans and their bounties. "You.... You Make This? You Make Life In Water?"

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Braun crouched down casually and plucked his brothers tooth from the sand. As he rose he tossed it up in the air like a child playfully tossing a stone only to catch it again. He eyed his wild brother with a slightly arched eyebrow and a smirk. He'd have to remember that leg sweeping trick in his next bout, it was a fine move indeed. Braun would have told Ragon as such but he did seem truly upset about the death of his lion and did not want to push him further. Whether Ragon was angry with him or not Braun loved him as a brother and the last thing he wanted was to cause him harm. An odd sentiment given the violent battle they'd just been engaged in but for Braun that fight was just a sporting test of strength and skill between brothers. Blood flows and muscles ache but in the end no true harm should ever come from brother to brother.

Braun took a few steps forward standing beside his sister Niuesis yet his gaze drifted over to his brother Sargon and his sister Kiara and took notice of their closeness. The sight made Braun joyful proud of his siblings for they were attempting to conquer that which Braun himself had yet to conquer, the conquest of passion. He wanted to give his brother a sign, some wordless show of support of Sargon's and Kiara's budding conquest of heart and body. Their union or at least the prospect of such a union was something to be celebrated but Braun did not wish to speak on it and upset the tenderness of their moment. So he set his mind to the task. It was then Braun forged a symbol of support between brothers, a sign of agreement and joy for the actions of another.

Braun's eyes met Sargon's and he gave his brother a knowing smile as he extended his fist and lifted his thumb. That look of approval and joy, framed perfectly with the waves behind him, would be one that would always be remembered and linked to the God of Strength and his followers. In the centuries to come his followers, his acolytes and devotees would use this thumbs up as sign of well intended to support to friends, brothers and allies.

He folded his thick arms across his broad chest and turned his gaze to Ragon as the savage god began splashing about in Ulmo's waves. It was actually quite pleasant to see. Braun had been concerned with his brothers mood after his harsh words yet to see him now, pouncing like a playful kitten in the shallow waters, trying to capture that which he saw was heart warming. Braun chuckled warmly as he watched and even went so far as to nudge Niuesis gently as if to tell her to look.

It was then his brother pulled fourth from the shinning blue waters his prize. In cupped hands there was but a tiny pool of water and in it, a single minnow. He crossed the sand and came to stand before the master of the seas and all it held, Ulmo. Ragon presented the small fish to his brother with posed question.

"You.... You Make This? You Make Life In Water?"

Braun's gaze flicked to his brother, curious as to his answer.

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Having been knocked to the ground during the appearance of their bestial sibling, her earlier question appeared to have gone unanswered and on the whole so had she for the most part. With the exception of the largest of them, who made a rather passable seat at best (something she had planned to rectify had she not been so rudely expelled and hammered into the earth), they'd nodded at her and little more.

Despite her passing grumbling at this she waved it off at events being complex, after all they were family, apparently, and perhaps this was how those things worked. Anyways that sounded about right, especially with everyone's attention focused on the brawl going on between the two across this beach. Having dusted herself down again, she picked up a few grains of sand and rubbed them between her fingers, smiling as the slightly oval marble she now held. Placing her hammer on the ground next to her she drew a small circle in the sand around her and filled it with liquid fire, swirling and spiralling around her as she scooped up handfuls of sand in one hand and fire in the other.

She slowly began to shape more marbles, warping their insides into different patterns and images. She glanced over at Ragon and Braun every so often to make sure that their path didn't seem to be in her direction. Scratching her chin for a moment she reached into the fires and pulled out a small chisel and hammer, still glowing warm and sparking slightly before applying them to a small chunk of growing glass by her feet. Her tongue slowly slipped out of the corner of her mouth as she worked, feeling an odd tingle seeming to permeate the world around her, oddly magical though it didn't appear to offer much difference for her work. Once she was satisfied by the sculpture's she'd awoken from the glass she let the tools melt back into the ring of fire, absorbing the flames back into her skin.

Before her on the sand stood the likeness' of Ragon and Braun, each about six inches tall. Almost every detail was there down to the very very faint lines of their skin marred across otherwise smooth surfaces of the glass. Nuri slowly reached down and ran her fingers over them, causing them to glow slightly as she filled them with her flames. As she withdrew her hands the two statues began to re-enact the combat that had resulted in her being thrown here, but where she'd noted they paused these continued instead.

Looking up she noticed that Ragon was now saying something to Ulmo about creatures in the sea while several of their other kin appeared to be wandering off in different directions. Was this meeting truly so brief? She assumed it must be the way of things and was wondering what to do next when she saw the other Goddess who Braun had grabbed when she arrived toying with the sand nearby. Getting to her feet she walked towards Nocte and leaned on the shaft of her hammer as she spoke.

"What were your name again? I diven't remember catching it when he" She paused and nodded towards Braun before continuing "tried to crush us in greeting. But pleasure to meet you all the same" She beamed up at the raven-haired woman.

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She nodded slowly to herself at Nocte's somewhat distant but utterly silent reaction to her greeting. While as much a fan of thought as any and methodical approaches to the ways of life, it didn't sit right with Nuri to let such things get in the way of being friendly and talkative to those you were with. Though who was she to judge them, and the topic of creating seemed to have wormed its way into all their thoughts, which may well explain their absent-ness. Yes, that had to be it. Looking up at the goddess she smiled and half waved, half saluted her with index and middle finger pressed together while the rest of the fingers bent slightly.

"Well, ya seems busy. I'll leave you to it and speak soon. Seems we're all getting used to things, aye?"

With that she turned and hefted her hammer across her shoulders, catching sight of those few who still lingered and offering a similar wave in their direction before picking up her little glass figures and placing them on the shaft of the hammer so that they could continue the brawl they had yet to finish. As she began to walk northwards, in the direction of the smouldering volcanic mountains that she had formed with her awakening she began to have prickling doubts about this gathering of her siblings which slowly dulled her mood till by the time she reached the mountains slope she had been left dour and silent.

As she climbed up in the descending clouds of smoke that clung to the volcanoes, her skin was beginning to spark as her elemental nature came to the fore and by the time she reached the rivers of molten lava her hair was made of fire and her eyes smouldering. Kneeling by the rivers she slowly redirected their flow to form around her, shaping into a more permanent forge for her next work. The two glass figures were simple items, toy's really, and while she had been tempted to recreate each of her siblings in such a way she doubted if it would have been well received. Shaking her head to try and dislodge her negative feelings, viewing them as useless and a waste of effort she instead turned her focus to what she had intended.

Walking over to one of the rivers that now encircled the cooling metal of her forge she plunged her hands beneath the surface and hauled out in her hands parts of it that were still molten and those that were slowly solidifying. With these two opposites in hand she began to knead them together and shape them slowly, and with the utmost care. After awhile she looked down at the simple creation now nestled in her palm, humanoid in shape with dark skin and hair the same colour as the lava from which it was taken. She smiled as the first of her children took form, and continued tweeking it till she was satisfied and breathed life and eternal fire into the creature. Pleased with her efforts she set about gifting this firey domain with more of these beings, before taking them aside and shrinking down to their height so that she could teach them about the art of the forge till they grew in skill and wisdom.

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Time had passed. How much time, Ulmo did not truly know. Time didn't really seem to matter to him as he worked to fill the Sea with life to match and even, in his view, surpass the life he had seen on dry land. The Beast-God, Ragon, had been particularly helpful in creating the predators that inhabited his real. It was fitting, in his view, to have fierce beasts to live beneath the Sea. They kept the numbers of the smaller creatures in check and the supply of prey kept their own numbers in check. Balance.

Of course, the world had many secrets that even he did not know of. There was the realm connected to the physical realm. The physical realm was the realm of mortals. What this word meant, he did not yet know, but he envisioned beings unable to change the world by their own will, but still shape great things with their bare hands. That was what he imagined. The mortal realm was stagnant. It stayed the way it was long after the gods were finished, but in the Realm of the Gods, only will mattered. Ulmo could shape anything simply by willing it, but he needed to maintain it with a portion of his attention, always, something he was finding easier and easier to do as time went on.

He had shared his discovery with the others, of course. They each claimed their own portion as the Realm of infinite, but together, they had created their own meeting place, The Hall of the Gods It was a magnificent place and in its center sat their thrones. Ulmo himself had carved a throne of silver and blue and white marbel, covering it with flora from the Sea which could live on dry land. That was not where they were meeting, though. Rather, in celebation of their efforts, the Gods had gathered together to celebrate with a feast. In a great feasting hall, the gods gathered to celebrate their works and Ulmo sat in his place of honor with a proud smile.

"Our labors are almost at an end, my bretheren. Let us feast, drink, and be merry," he announced, surveying the faces of the gods who had gathered together to celebrate.

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Ulmo


Ulmo frowned slightly, noticing Tywin slip away into a room after Sargon and Kaira. He felt for Saragon. To have your creations attempt to wipe out one another was a feeling he could not even begin to comprehend. The Merpeople which he and Niueis created lived in harmony with the Sea. True, they were small in number, but they were long-lived and their cities were something to behold. However, now he decided to check on a creation that each and every god had a hand in.

He left the feasting hall and entered the Throne Room. There, he found a pool of water that allowed the gods to view the Mortal Realm. On land, the gods had created the apex of their creations: Mortal Men. They had each put a part of themselves in these creatures, crafting them in the image of most of the gods save Karkothi and Strach. What Ulmo saw, however, did not please him. The world was in turmoil and there were new gods among them!

Nex


"Good, Cain. Very good. You have wrested control of your tribe from your brother. You have proven your strength and power," Nex announced, dressed in black, red, and golden armor. Before him, the human inhabitants of the desert bowed to him with his chosen the only one standing. Cain glared at him from behind his hood.

"I had to kill half my tribe on my own, including my own brother. You forbade my supporters from helping me. You refused to help me yourself! Why?!" he hissed. Nex glared at his chosen and had half a mind to smack him before chuckling. He allowed himself to laugh for a full minute until his chosen interrupted him.

"Answer me!"

"You would do well to remember that a god does not take orders from his follower," Nex told him coldly, causing a little fear to run down Cain's spine. He continued, "I gave you a portion of my own power. I wanted to see if it was a good investment. You did not disappoint. Not at all. I will be the God of Men and you will be their King."

Ulmo

Ulmo reached out with his mind, to every deity, known or unknown. He was furious.

"What is the meaning of this! We agreed to leave mortal men alone!"

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"Valiance?"

Braun said softly, testing the name and measuring it's worth. Valiance would be courage and might, pride and selflessness but above all it would be a hope for a greater man even than Braun. Braun could not help but smile and reach out a hand to his infant son. The baby stretched out his tiny hand and gripped the finger of his father. Braun let loose a hearty laugh as proud tears welled up in his happy eyes.

"Boy's got a grip!"

He said as he reached out and lifted his son who cooed and giggled excitedly. Braun cradled the boy in his massive arms, swelling with the muscles with enough might to tear this world asunder or bring it together. Here in the moment Braun held a title greater than any. Greater than the God of Strength, Greater than the God of Conquest or even than Brotherhood for now he was a father with all the responsibilities and joy that brought with it. Something changed in Braun in that moment, holding his son. He could see the boy's potential for greatness, the promise he held in his future. Braun would do everything he could to help his son find that future. A future so bright it would shine out all others like the sun.

The baby let loose a tiny and admittedly adorable growl as he bit down on Braun's knuckle.

"This one's a fighter Ai."

He said with a deep, rolling chuckled as he allowed his boy to chew on his finger. It was then the whimper from his daughter caught Bran's attention. She looked up at her father in wanting. Braun smiled warmly and knelt beside mother and child. Valiance squirmed in his arms fighting for freedom as if the infant could run off already which only made his parents smile yet Nigriv was silent, and only barely moved yet her wide curious eyes watched all. She was the gentle one, the quiet one, the precious one.

"Greet thy sister son."

Braun said as he rocked Valiance gently whose daring gaze finally looked down at his smaller sister. Valiance reached out his tiny, chunky little hands and swung at his sisters, pawing at her begging for a fight. Nigriv whimpered and nuzzled deeper into her mother's breast while Braun pulled Valiance back gently. The God of Strength took a knee allowing Valiance and Nigriv to look at each other while in their parents arms.

"You cannot strike thy sister son. She is yours to protect and shield from any and all harm. You are her brother, she will need your strength and you must give it to her readily. Her enemies are your enemies, her pains are your pains. A man must protect his family."

Braun's words were oddly wise yet coming from a place of such warmth and belief it was fitting. It was in moments like this that the intelligence of the Strength God was on full display. He may not have been the great thinker of the likes of Mortum or Sargon yet his was a wisdom to value for he saw the truth in things. He knew what was to be cherished and what was to be defended.

Valiance gurgled out a bubble of spit that popped before he reached out a hand again to his sister. This time Braun slowly brought him closer and his infant son gently patted the head of his sister, lovingly. Braun looked up to Ai with a smile of pride.


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Tywin turned and stared at Anwen in obvious shock. She agreed with him, no one ever agreed with him. Was she different? different from the others? This one showed a wisdom and intelligence light years beyond the rest of his kin for she was not wrapped up in her own self grandiose that she could not see the logical solution that sat right before her.

"Hear the wisdom of the youngest of us..."

Tywin said respectfully to Anwen but for all to hear. He turned slowly and locked his gaze with Kaira and Sargon.

"She sees what must be done for she sees into the truth of his desires through his dreams."

Tywin took a daring step towards the lovers, his rage boiling just below the surface as the wickedness of Kaira's suggestion sparked his fury.

"I wonder though... What justice is there in having the wolf pursue him over me? Me? He who is The Law, He who is Order, who is Justice itself."

Twyin clenched his fist as the anger at being treated in such a way burned him from within.

"By what right?..."

Tywin growled viciously his hatred for Kaira was seething as he neared her.

"By what right do you put the wolf above me in my own realm? You do not replace Braun for Ulmo when the tides must come in. You do not replace Nuri for Mortum when there are souls to reap. Nay but you think to replace me? Who are you to judge me and pass sentence?"

Images flashed in Tywin mind of him drawing his sword and letting her blood coat the walls yet he suppressed his urge and merely came to a stop but a pace away, dangerously glaring at her.

"Loyalty is your realm and you are loyal aren't you? The obedient she wolf...."

His gaze flicked to Sargon and almost laughed at the canine fool before his eyes went back to Kaira.

"Yet Loyalty is not Justice. Stand beside your bed mate if you will but do not think to know more of justice than I."

Tywin's jaw clenched. He hated her, he hated them all to a point. The hypocrisy of them. There were times he wished he was more like Braun, the blissful idiot. He wished he could love them, he wished he could understand them. A part of him considered seeking Braun out when this was done, a small part.

"This council is a joke."

Tywin spat in hatred before storming out of the hall wishing for the damnation of all he left behind.

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Nex


"Perhaps I should answer for myself?"

Ulmo had been watching the argument between the gods with a contemplative expression on his face. Tywin was making a good point and he was about to intercede on his behalf when the god in question appeared in a flash of light. Ulmo frowned. He had gotten quite used to his own power. The god himself was smirking arrogantly at his brethren.

"Truthfully, I confess I did not know about your agreement. After all, I only came into existence with mortal men. However, even if I did know about the law, I would have broken it regardless," Nex stated, fingering his sword with a smirk should he be attacked. He regarded his brothers and sisters, his expression almost hungry.

"I am Nex. God of Power and Ambition. I am more powerful than any one of you. Power dominates the sea, the air, and the earth. Power is what dominates all who walk upon the mortal earth. Power is what caused the mortals I appeared before to serve me and only me. I am the King of the Gods by right," he announced arrogantly.

Ulmo glared at the young upstart and it seemed he glowed silvery blue from his anger.

"You are a younger god and you overestimate your own abilities, Nex."

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Ai


Ai watched as Braun stood, placing a kiss on her forehead. She sighed heavily, having a hard time, as he gently took Nigriv from her arms. She didn’t want them to go, She didn’t. It was breaking her heart to let them go but she knew they belonged some place more stable, and not in her Cove. She knew that it was for the best. Even as her children squirmed for her, all she could to was place a gentle kiss to their small foreheads.
"The home of our children is always open to you. Jorrvaskr is now as much your home as it is theirs."

Braun said and with a nod farewell, They were gone.
Ai felt empty. She stared at the entrance where Braun and her children had gone and she cried. Tears streaming down her face, Her hand clutching at her heart as it broke for the lost of her children.
Somewhere deep down she knew they weren’t truly lost and now she had a more permenant home in Jorrvaskr, rather then wherever she lay her head but she’d only just given birth to them, and already they were gone from her.
She lay against her pillow and sobbed. She knew they were to grow up there with their father instead of with their –in Tywain’s words- whore of a mother.
It was her nature, something she could not resist, a fate she could not change but deal with and she would...later, for now, she will release her sadness, recover from childbirth and then she would see her children.



Anansi


Anansi merely scoffed. His temper did not bother her in the least,
"Law? A LAW?... Tell me sister, what is The Law when no Laws are written because those would would follow the law are too fearful and ignorant of he who would enforce it they deny his very existence?"
Anansi just sighed as he continued. "No... there is no Law for the Gods. No rules they won't break, no Order to maintain. We are cursed things you and I sister, our whole misbegotten race. The difference is I am starting to realize that fact, I'm starting to see us all for the macabre punchline we all are." He said and Anansi shook her head but her amusing shifted as he spat in her direction. That was uncalled for. “Fool, You are Justice...You make the laws...” She said knowing full well he was long gone. She turned back in to the Hall, taking her postion against the wall, her arms folded and her leg propped against the wall, just as Nex spoke.
"I am Nex. God of Power and Ambition. I am more powerful than any one of you. Power dominates the sea, the air, and the earth. Power is what dominates all who walk upon the mortal earth. Power is what caused the mortals I appeared before to serve me and only me. I am the King of the Gods by right,"
Anansi laughed bitterly. She knew it was for some egotistical reason,
"You are a younger god and you overestimate your own abilities, Nex."
Ulmo said and Anansi looked up. “ You know brother, A thought occurred to me. We all hold a power directly realted to mortals, if we wanted to we could guide them.”She said, her voice was strong but not loud, still commanding attention. “ We call ourselves Gods but if we do not guide the mortals then what are we really?” She asked.
“ By no means, is our foolish brother correct in his actions but he does have a point, Don’t you agree?” [/font]

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The Age of Avatars and Mortals

In which Avatars are chosen by the Gods to represent them to the mortal races and guide their followers' kingdoms.



Nex and Cain's punishment for their transgression was lenient, given the circumstances. As selfish and arrogant as the god was, Nex had revealed a new innovation which could be used by the gods to guide and protect their mortal followers without worrying about the threat of destruction inherent in the divinities directly interfering with mortals: the Avatar. The Avatar was an unique being: not quite divine, but not quite mortal either. He or she was connected to their patron deity in a way no mortal could hope to comprehend, gifted with divine power, knowledge, and wisdom. The Avatars were the few mortals who could travel to the Realm of the Gods at will. This innovation went far beyond what Nex had originally envisioned. The Avatar was not just a tool for a deity to enforce his or her will upon their followers, he or she was their advocate. Through them, the gods learned more about their own creations.

Thus, Nex and Cain were sentenced to a slumber that lasted until every deity had chosen his or her own Avatar or chose not to select one. Nex's followers, however, did not forget their god or their semi-divine leader. Nex's teachings were remembered and spread throughout the humans who made their home in the Shifting Desert. Thus, when Cain returned and proved his claim of kingship and identity as the Avatar of Nex by conquering the Qarthian Tribes.

The Gods were not untouched by Time, however. Despite mortal perceptions of the agelessness of the gods, the deities knew times of great joy and great. The birth of Nigriv and Valiance were occasions of great joy for the gods, but the death and fading away of their siblings took its toll. Tywin's death in particular was a shock to the gods. He had seemed so strong, but his mental state was unstable. Braun himself had taken charge of Tywin's funeral and like all the acts of the God of Strength and Brotherhood, it was immortalized in song both in the Realm of the Gods and in the Realm of Men.




Caspian

Atalantae... Truly, in Caspian's opinion, it was the greatest city in the world. It lacked the famous Academy at Icharus, it was nowhere near as opulent as Gela, and the dour grimness of Jukta, but it remained the largest and greatest of the cities of the Avuvians. Only the walls of Jukta rivaled the great concentric fortifications of Atalantae. Though all Avuvian cities were trade hubs, no other city had the sheer quantity and quality of goods pouring into it as Atalantae. Today, only he remembered its humble beginnings.

He was born a fisherman like his father and his father before him all the way back to the time Ulmo first made himself known to the mortal men who were drawn to the Sea. Today, his 16th birthday, was the day he would finally be allowed to take his father's ship out to Sea on his own.

"Son, please be careful," his mother warned him worriedly, "Remember the first thing Lord Ulmo revealed to us: Neither the Sea's nor his moods are fixed. The Sea can turn violent when you least expect it."

"Do not worry, Mother. I will be fine," he told her in a placating tone, the type that young men used when they wanted their parents reminded them of a piece of wisdom that they had heard countless times before. His mother sighed even as his father spoke, placing a big, callused hand on his shoulder.

"Do not sail beyond sight of land, Caspian. You do not know what it is to be on the open Sea."

"I won't. I promise," he told them.

Of course, he did not keep his promise. The wind was behind his back and the Sea air was in his lungs. The Sun was shining without a cloud ins sight. He cast his nets in the shallows, but found nothing. So, he sailed further and further, recasting his nets as he did so until, finally, he was indeed out of sight from land and had nothing to show for it. He grimaced and cursed and did not notice how the sky darkened as the day went on until, finally, it was as though the sky was thrust open as water poured from above and the waves shook and crashed against his vessel. He plunged put all his strength into maintaining course with his rudder, desperately sailing back to whence he came. Lightning flashed and he cursed at Ulmo.

"Damn you, I will not die like this! I'm going home and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" he roared. Almost in answer, a great wave crashed against his boat and he cried out in fear. He tried to drain his vessel with a bucket, but failed. His boat fell apart and he sank into the abyss.

It was beautiful he had noticed, in a grim sort of way. Despite his pride, he prayed to Ulmo to care for his parents and that they would somehow know that he was sorry for disobeying them. In that instant, he water around him seemed to glow in an ethereal blue and silver light. "Am I dead?" he asked himself. His lungs no longer burned from the salt water filling them. Then, he saw him. He was like a man, but more than a man. His hair was an unnatural blue color and his blue and silver robe did not seem wet, though they were both submerged in the Sea. In fact, he did not seem to be swimming at all. He just moved, as though he was simply willing it.

"You are a proud young man," the man said and his words seemed to acho around him, like the song of a whale and it was then Caspian recognized him, his eyes daring to the trident he carried.

"Are you here to lead me to the Land of the Dead, Lord Ulmo. Or are you here to punish me?" he asked, trying to conceal his fear. The god simply smiled.

"Neither. Normally, I do not rescue foolish boys who chose to test the Sea, but I see something special in you. You have a hidden strength beyond most mortals," the god told him. Then, Ulmo approached him and pressed their foreheads together as light shined around them and Caspian almost screamed at the multitude of sensations he felt. He felt far older than his 16 years and far more powerful. He gasped as Ulmo pulled away.

"We are bonded forever," the Sea God told him, "Come. Return to our people. You are my gift to them, my Avatar."

Without knowing how he was able to, Caspian willed the water around him to propel him forward. Caspian smiled and laughed in euphoria, not questioning what this meant, simply reveling in it. He almost didn't here Ulmo's words in his mind.

"Good luck, Caspian."


The Avatar of Ulmo smiled from his place in the highest part of Atalante at the top of the highest tower of the Citadel. He had not known what it meant then, but he did not regret it now, even as he mourned the friends and family he watched grow old and die. He knew better than most that death wasn't the end.