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located in The Middle Realm, a part of The Pantheon: Post Cataclysm, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Middle Realm

This is the land of the living.

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Character Portrait: Charoum
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It was a long walk, everything slowly came together as Charoum let his thoughts roll out. His keen hearing was able pick up the many competing voices. He stopped and stared for a few moments in utter silence, though, one word struck out in shrill terror 'Murder,' he knew not who had said it, knew no one within the confines of the building. As far as he could tell the massive beings peering in had yet to acknowledge his presence, everyone seemed to be preoccupied and in utter dismay. If someone had been murdered in the room, perhaps it was best to go in and assist in some form or another, or perhaps it was rude to barge in unannounced. He didn't know, and he no longer had the desire to enter the room. Perhaps scrutiny or bewilderment or a lack of acknowledgement of his presence in the room would only serve to set him off. He didn't want enemies so soon, perhaps not even friends.

It seemed the smartest choice just to seek solitude, he looked back at the climb, but it wasn't a waste, no it gave him the time necessary to formulate a plan, and that was enough, surely. 'What an odd place this is, what a grave place to wake up in.' He gave a deep nod to no one in particular, but the door he saw in the distance as if acknowledging that his kin were there was enough.

With that he turned around and left, silently. He vanished with the illusion of shadows and low colors, he had no place in mind, he didn't know any particular place. But the conclusion was confusing, a forest dense with trees and growth, it made him somehow claustrophobic as if they were all eyes set upon him, he passed many forest dwellers on his way but gave no heed, only acknowledgment and small waves. Their power was somehow lesser, and yet it seemed as though their lifeforce was beautiful, and beauty and purity was everything in regards to power. 'Right?' His thoughts would ask the sudden question, suddenly conscious of the process by which they came to this conclusion. Whoever lived in these woods must be deeply protective and caring, and he found a deep respect there-in.

The next land was populated by a heavily civil group of purple skinned people, their ears done up in an odd fashion. They were odd to behold and regarded him with sideways glances and awe. He saw purity but realization, and was disappointed with the lack of innocence. They were a race more easily capable of war, their hearts whispered of it, in their civil and mannerly demeanor there was a hidden hatred and contempt. This was the first glimpse of the hearts of mortals. They were beautiful in their own way, and powerful in a profound manner, he knew that whoever had created these mortals was truly just in nature, and devout in their ways.

He then passed through a land where he found but a few isolated places that seemed to be where vast tunnels met the surface, he saw little life and didn't know what to expect of the land, he walked for ages until he reached an Ocean, he found beauty and deep innocence in the colors of the waters he crouched for a long while running his gloved hands through it as if it were treasure, though the mask would betray any hint of emotion. Hours passed the while that he experienced this.

Slowly he rose, he wanted beautiful things that would understand him as his unknown kin had created such powerful things. They would get the moon if they so desired, get whatever would please them to have, knowledge, prowess, acknowledgment. So with a few moments concentration he lifted his hand.. And slowly he went about creation.