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LiesseiL

"One branch yet infinite possibilities."

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a character in “Divinity: Gods of Pandeum”, as played by Zalgo

Description

LiesseiL
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God Name: LiesseiL
Title: The Opener of Minds, The Great Dream Maker, The Watcher of The Lines
Gender:None
Alignment: Neutral

God Appearance:

This deity's appearance is a bizarre otherworldly disc of golden metal with features, suspended over a simple ragged robe which is supported by seemingly nothing. It's hands are simple metal discs with prongs that are almost always stained red with the blood of many. Set in the main disc which is it's head are two sockets, one of which holds an eye which drips with blood almost as though it is always crying while the other socket is empty save for a key suspended from a string.

It rarely ever decides to come down to the waking world but when it does it has no real preferences, taking whatever form it needs to don in order to urge the path to it's desired outcome.

Personality:

It watches The Lines, that much is certain. Little is known about it overall but it could be argued that it has no emotions, only a distant goal beyond understanding. The truth that none are truly aware of is that both sides of the argument are correct in some sense. While it does have a goal which is not entirely clear even to itself it does have some emotions, just not emotions most would deem regular or even sane sometimes.

It's strongest trait is it's curiosity. It is fascinated by the various possible branches and seeing which future becomes the present is it's number one priority. When it does choose to intervene and alter the path The Lines follow by manipulating mortals indirectly it's almost always just to open up more possibilities or urge the path towards more interesting outcomes. The other notable feature which can be remotely considered a personality trait is that it does not like being seen which is why it has established the Penumbra where it resides.

While not outright cruel to it's subjects it cares little for them, only really helping them to further it's own machinations. They spend a great deal of effort trying to interpret it's desires, a task which leaves more questions than answers.

Opinion of mortals: "Their existence creates a far greater number of branches to The Lines."



God’s Domain:

Lasei's outer dream jungle
Lasei's inner dream jungle
The towers of Penumbra

LiesseiL's domain is the realm of dreams known as Slumberland, a world which coexists alongside the physical world that serves to host the dreams of all creatures that sleep. Locations and entities born from both memory and imagination exist within a chaotic ever shifting landscape that shapes itself to accommodate the minds that come here. The exception to this shifting chaos is the Thouhoom jungle, home to both the people of Lasei and their deity LeisseiL who has made the jungle it's home for the current time.

In the center of it's domain are three massive pitch black towers that form a triangle around the very center of it's domain. These towers emit a powerful field known as the Penumbra, a pitch black mental curtain over the area within the borders of the three towers in Slumberland which effectively conceals what transpires there in both the waking world and the world of Slumberland from the minds of all who observe it from outside be they mortal or otherwise.

The waking world's capital of Lasei, the city of WakekaW, is located at the center of the Penumbra while Slumberlands capital of Lasei, the city of SlumulS, occupies the exact same space in the world of dreams. These two cities are vastly different from the other despite being each other's reflection as the Laseians tended to erect structures that would be impossible to build in the waking world through their advanced control over lucid dreaming.



Avatar Name: VosksoV TcheovoehcT
Avatar Appearance:
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Personality:

VosksoV is a very serious individual who concerns himself with the wishes of his deity first and his people second. Little else matters to him besides those two prerogatives. He is highly pragmatic and has few ethical concerns, especially when it comes to his goal. Whatever his task may be he'll lay down his life if that is what's needed of him just like he did before when he crossed back into the world of the waking through the Dream Gate and collapsed, now nothing more than corpse.

Despite his cold nature however he does show a great deal of respect towards his deity's domain, perhaps even something many would call love. When he is within Slumberland he is home.

Divine Gifts:

- He is dead. Not undead, just dead. Even in death he dreams, awaiting the day as foretold in his prophesy when the kingdom would slip from The Great Dream Maker's favor. Should that day come he shall return to life and venture forth to make what's wrong right again.

- Because he is a Dream Walker who has crossed back through the Dream Gate he now possesses the ability to rend a temporary rift which connects the waking world with the world of dreams, allowing him to cross between the two and even bring items both to and from Slumberland.

Psychic Abilities:

- He can communicate telepathically and even read another living being's mind. The weaker the mind he's trying to read is, the deeper he can delve into their thoughts and memories.

- He possesses telekinesis.

- He can augment his physical capabilities for short periods of time.

- He possesses limited pyromancy.

Spells Known:

This is his weaker field. He knows some illusion spells but mostly dabbles in spells that scry out locations or can detect and identify magic.



Hero: Priest King GhodohG
Rank/Reason: Priest-king of WakekaW
Personality:
GhodohG is the erudite leader of the capital of Lasei, a figure that most Laseians respect not because of his title but because he possesses both the power and wisdom one would associate with a great king. An already powerful psychic at birth he was found when he was but a young scholar and chosen to smoke IesseI and undertake his vision quest. As one of the scarce few survivors of his generation's trial though he may not have been accepted by the Dream Gate few can claim to be his equal in psychic might. Given that his specialty is emotion manipulation he is the kind of person that most people find agreeable. Even his natural aura makes him difficult to dislike.

Regarding personality he is fairly even tempered and difficult to agitate. He possesses a great deal of gravitas, speaking with a strong authority that is hard not to get swept up in. It's no small task managing the more fiery personalities amongst the priest-kings but he finds his ways of balancing the whims of his fellow rulers while still maintaining the mask of neutrality and fairness, all while benefiting his town when meetings regarding resource distribution arise.

Outside of politics he is a fairly intellectual individual who appreciates knowledge for knowledge's sake. It comes as no real surprise to most of the people who know him that he is also a wizard with knowledge of a host of spells not ordinarily appreciated by most Laseians. If there was one flaw to make note of for GhodohG it's that he is fairly reserved, preferring to seek non-violent means to a situation over violent ones. Despite his more pacifistic tendencies he is still a Laseian, fully capable of being ruthless in almost any scenario.

Hero: Master SetheS of The Hidden Eye
Rank/Reason: Head of The Hidden Eye
Personality:

SetheS is the head of the sect simple known as The Hidden Eye. He and his team oversee matters that require subterfuge and careful investigation. His specialty is concealing his presence from the minds of others, able to hide from the mind's eye so as to evade detection. His standard fare of business is investigating any illegal trade of psytanium to foreigners both outside and within the jungles of Lasei. As the precious metal is forbidden from leaving the jungles any who would covet this precious metal of the Laseians shall soon receive a visit from SetheS.

His unit is one of three sects which oversee the defense of Lasei and it's people.

Hero: Master MorkroM of The Golemind
Rank/Reason: Head of The Golemind
Personality:

MorkroM despite his sheer physical prowess was and still is more of an engineer than a warrior. Though he has trained and fought plenty what earned him his position was his genius invention of the Mind Core. The Mind Core serves as a house for a psionicist's mind and psionic power, allowing the occupant of the Mind Core to extend their energy through psytanium cables which allow them to power any number of devices connected to the Mind Core.

MorkroM founded the Golemind, a sect dedicated to using their Mind Core powered bodies known as golems to defend Lasei from invaders, acting as both a military and almost literally as a living wall. While always vigilant the Golemind are as much architects, engineers and scientists as the are behemoths of stone and metal. Most of the Golemind, MorkroM included, can be found constantly trying to invent new tools to incorporate into both themselves and the lives of Laseians in general.

Despite being huge and incredibly strong MorkroM is a patient man and a steady thinker, always willing to ask first then kill only if necessary. For a Laseian he's a model for patience and understanding. One weakness of his though is that his pride of his work is quite strong and his tolerance for ignorant slander of his creations is low.



Terrain Preference: Jungle

Name of Kingdom/Empire: The Kingdom of Lasei
Capital: WakekaW/SlumulS

Palindrome, the core of SlumulS

The very center of the kingdom both in the world of waking and Slumberland. Known by two different names, one is host to the great temple where the great priest-kings decide important matters regarding their kingdom and try to keep their people in line with their deity's will, a will which they have little to no insight as to what it may be, while the other is an otherworldly city of strange physics and dream logic. At the core of the dream city of SlumulS is Palindrome, a massive structure which no one but the dream walkers have ever seen inside. What goes on inside is a mystery to all but the dream walkers leaving many Laseians to speculate just the true nature of Palindrome. Whether or not Palindrome and the three towers of Penumbra have a direct connection with each other is also speculated.

Major Cities:

A standard Laseian city

LokoL - LokoL was founded around the mine that currently extracts and refines the majority of Lasei's psytanium supply. A majority of the Laseian's industry is focused in this city, supplying the rest of the kingdom with materials and tools. Despite being the most industrial of the Laseian cities they make the extra effort to not pollute their environment or destroy any of the vegetation around it as the jungle is rooted deep in Laseian heritage and none of them would appreciate having their ancestral territories destroyed for any reason. Considering that a majority of Laseian food is gathered from hunting the prey that live in the jungle while their medicine and other such supplies is gathered from the plants the city of LokoL walks it's careful balance of industrial complex and jungle garden with the aim of sacrificing neither.

ThicihT - This major city is the most populous of all the Laseian major cities, serving as the core of Laseian culture. While other cities hold more significance in other ways be they religious or practical they were not designed with serving the people as their core design principle. This city was built for the sole intent of providing a community hub for the people to gather, trade, do business and other assorted matters. This city hosts the biggest Laseian festivals of them all and is located near the most historic monuments of Lasei. Most importantly the city is nearby the Laseian burial site, the Tree of Memories.

KeklelkeK - The most controversial of the Laseian cities, this city is the only city that lies outside the Penumbra as well as the only one that will actually trade with non-psionic entities. The trade isn't all that good considering that Laseian's are mostly self sufficient and don't really see the need in importing anything they already have. They are interested in acquiring various herbs and reagents which might boost or otherwise benefit their minds and psychic abilities and most important of all, they will eagerly trade for psytanium. This cities population is still mostly Laseian but it's the most racially diverse of the Laseian cities. This all has lead the other priest-kings to debate the lax policies that this city's priest-king supports.

Major Sites

The Tree of Memories - The tallest tree in the jungle, this tree is one of the most important sites in the waking world for Laseians. At first this tree was just like any other tree, albeit taller than all the rest. In older Laseian traditions it was customary to tie their fallen relatives to the trunk of a tree using it's vines. The thorns of these vines would bleed the body, causing the blood to run down the tree and absorb into it's roots. It was symbolic to represent the rejoining of their people with nature. They revere their jungle almost as much as they revere the god of dreams as it is practically the whole world to them.

Of course, the most popular place to honor their dead was the tallest tree in the forest. At first, the blood of dozens ran down the face of the tree. As their population grew the blood of hundreds had dyed the bark of the tree red, the roots soaking up much more. As time marched on and their people continued to expand it eventually got to the point where thousands of their bodies were tied to the tree. Some of the bodies were so old that the tree had grown around them, enveloping them in it's trunk as it grew around them. It's roots drank so much of their blood that the latent psychic energy in them started to affect the tree. As more bodies fed the tree it started developing strange psychic powers. Eventually it started doing more than just drinking the blood of the dead. It started drinking their memories and soon after their consciousnesses.

The tree which had bones and corpses strapped to it's trunk as well as hanging tied within it's thorned vines started serving as both a graveyard and an afterlife as the consciousnesses of those buried could live on within the tree, imparting their memories to their kin. Laseians started discovering that if they slept beneath the canopy of the now massive tree they could relive the memories of their ancestors, learning what they learned in their lifetimes. They realized the importance of this development and now it is their most sacred site in the waking lands, more important than even the temples of LiesseiL. At this current date it's branches now reach up into the clouds, It's trunk is a kilometer thick and it's roots reach deep down, holding the fault line in the tectonic plates together which prevents earthquakes in their section of Pandeum. It would be a troubled time for the land should this tall psychic tree of corpses ever die.



Society:

[People]

Typical lower class Laseian in mask
Typical middle class Laseian in mask
Typical female upper class Laseian in mask
Typical Laseian child in mask

The Laseians - This race of pale carnivorous humanoids were the first race to be shown their psychic potential. Those of them who possessed the latent talent needed could exert their minds over matter, producing a wide range of effects which gave them an edge over the other harsh races that exist within their jungle. As time passed they soon discovered that their abilities were deeply connected with another realm, the realm of Slumberland. Within this realm they could explore and learn while they were asleep and then hunt and survive while they were awake. While they are a young race their people were the fastest to build up a kingdom as they had twenty four hours to get things done instead of just twelve like others had.

While they were growing well enough on their own it was only a matter of time before they discovered LiesseiL, the one who built Slumberland and who gave them their abilities. Upon meeting it they worshiped their new found deity and sang endless praise to the one who they owed so much thanks to. It cared not for their words for it had a purpose in revealing itself to them. In an instant it taught them the art of lucid dreaming and planted within their minds a schematic. To please their god they did exactly as they were expected to do and created Palindrome. Once this great temple of unearthly dimensions and magnitude was built LiesseiL chose the most promising psychic of them and he was allowed within before the doors were shut, permitting no one else inside.

After completing that they were gifted another task from the great one eyed disc itself. This time they were asked to build it three towers at very precise coordinates and given highly complex blueprints outlining every exact detail. Knowing they were serving one as great as he who built this magnificent second world which they cherished they did just as he asked once again, never straying from a single detail as they used their minds to build the three towers. Upon completion of these towers a great shadow enveloped the land, enveloping the land in a great darkness which hid all inside from the eyes of all outsiders. This delighted the Laseians as they were predators who saw darkness as safety,something which hid them from larger threats and left their prey unaware of their presence until they pounced. Much like last time however three of their most promising psychics were chosen and they entered the towers, never to be seen or heard from again.


For a while they reveled in the darkness gifted to them by their deity's divine inspiration. With it they prospered, hunting within the darkened jungle became easy and their population started to expand. They learned that when they wore a mask they became what their mask represented in their dreams. Soon, everyone was wearing a mask and it became central to their culture. To this day men, women and even children of the Laseian jungle all wear masks at every point in their life. The only time they ever remove their masks is when they eat and when they bathe.

For a long time they waited for more gifts from their god, more advances to their civilization which would set them beyond all others. They waited and waited but heard nothing. They started to wonder why their deity remained silent. They started to feel lonely, almost abandoned even. They had done so much as it had asked and now it would leave them. They started to become weary of waiting. Before they became too despondent their leaders received a vision of a cavern deep within the jungle mountains. Deep within these caverns they were shown a miraculous ore which echoed their psychic energy. Like wolves to the lamb their people were drawn to this mysterious ore and built their very first mine with which to extract this ore with.

This mine held a wealth of rare ores beyond compare. Gold as well as silver were both plentiful and gemstones could be carried out by the cart-full but all paled in comparison to the true treasure they sought. Rarer than all rare nonmagical substances was the mineral that would soon come to be known as Psytanium. This was rather strong psychoreactive metal that when refined acted as a conduit for psychic energy. From this metal they were able to construct wondrous tools capable of performing feats previously impossible to them. This discovery jumped their technological state from a large primitive tribe to a relatively advanced civilization. They built entire cities from massive blocks of stone all cut flawlessly and assembled together despite being seemingly impossible to move given their size.


Along with tools they also made marvelous weapons. Spears that can return to their owner's hand when thrown, Machetes that are as thin as paper and can cut like glass yet are covered in telekinetic sheathes which make them as hard as a steel broadsword, metal claws that with every cut can drain it's victim's will to live, blow darts that can drill their way into a victim's body and tunnel up towards their brain and much more. Of course they have transportation in the form of metal discs which could channel it's rider's telekinesis and fly around at a speed it's rider's telekinetic strength can sustain.

On top of all that they are capable of making prosthetic limbs from psytanium. These limbs can replace normal limbs of theirs and function no differently than their original limbs did, even so far as to simulate the sensory feedback of touch and temperature that a real limb would provide. They can also add limbs too, such as an extra set of arms, a variety of different tails or even spider legs to help with climbing. Psytanium was also invaluable in surgical procedures as they had tools which could make the most delicate cuts possible as well as psytanium hearts with which to replace damaged or otherwise faulty hearts with hearts that performed just as well as their organic counterparts.

Between the sheer number of powers available to them and all these marvelous items at their disposal many would think that these people would have little trouble against the likes of everyone else. Unfortunately a drawback of psytanium is it's rarity. Given that it's about as commonly found as magical metals such as mithril and orichalcum it is not something they can just work into everything of theirs. The Laseians sit upon the largest known psytanium mines currently known and they still constantly crave more. Because of just how rare it is while being so valuable it is only really distributed to the upper tiers of their society, the lower class citizens forced to make due with regular metals.


Of course the ore's discovery was only overshadowed by one other event, an event so colossal in magnitude to their race that it forms the center of everything regarding them: The last request of Liesseil.

Their leaders once again received visions of a blueprint, this time an archway that was to be built in both Slumberland and the waking world, both of which had to be built in the exact same spot so that they overlapped completely. With the fervor of purpose once again they built the arches as they were shown, no different in any way. When the gate was complete they awaited the result, unable to predict what may happen. They waited, then they waited longer, they were confused after waiting for so long. They knew their deity often took it's time in parting with information but that couldn't help their curiosity much. Still, they waited in full hope that something would come of this design.

And then something did. A promising young psychic Laseian received a vision of a particular plant located up in the mountainous part of the jungle. This species of plant would soon be named IesseI, the sacred moss. It was a rather thick dark green species of moss which had minuscule light pink flowers that grew from it. The young psychic sought out this plant and then smoked it, inhaling the fumes in the hopes that it would bestow him with something good. What followed was a hallucinogenic journey which had threatened the young psychic's life numerous times as he was in a delirium, hardly able to defend himself even with potent psychic powers. He eventually found the revelation he had been searching for in this quest of his, opening his mind far greater than any other Laseian's was. His psychic powers were magnitudes more powerful than the others, making him the greatest of them all. Of course while the visions of the IesseI had faded the vision he was given by The Great Dream Maker had one last step to be completed.

After making his preparations and gathering up the people to bear witness he approached the gateway they had built as according to it's wishes and stepped through. Reality rippled and he disappeared through the gate, never to be seen or heard from again. It was then that they all realized the gate's significance. Much like how LiesseiL had taken members before this gate was to take these psychics who have walked the path, survived and gained the power to pass on through. Anyone else who attempted to step through it would simply find themselves nowhere else but in the world of the waking, standing just past the gate where they had stepped through towards as nothing happened. Those who were to walk the path and enter the portal were thus named the Dream Walkers, those who would pass both mentally and physically into Slumberland and serve their deity for all eternity, a fate enviable by all Laseians. Sometimes, a Dream Walker who recently crossed the gate could be seen in their dreams walking towards either Palindrome or the three towers of Penumbra to join those that have entered before him or her. Every generation from that point forward the Laseians would pick the psychics with the most potential for psychic growth and have them smoke IesseI and undertake their vision quests. Most of them would die and even if they survived it wasn't always guaranteed that they'd be accepted by the Dream Gate, the gate into their deity's realm, and serve LiesseiL's wishes. For the time between the period after they succeed at their vision quest and the moment they pass through the Dream Gate they are exalted as demigods and treated to honors even higher than their leaders, the Priest-kings. Even those who fail to be accepted by the gate are held in high esteem by society, generally taking positions such as Priest-kings themselves.


Physiologically the Laseians are like humans but are different in a number of ways which reveal their true predator heritage. Their teeth are more akin to a shark's teeth by being up to a centimeter and a half long, being serrated and having another row of teeth constantly growing in behind their current teeth. Every year they shed all the teeth in their mouth and the ones behind them take their place, smaller teeth already growing behind the new ones. The jaws hinges open about fifty percent more than a human's can so they can fit their mouths around larger things which gives them a far more vicious bite.

Seeing as how the jungle is typically so thick that light rarely makes it through the canopy and the penumbra makes the entire zone it covers even darker their eyes are not dissimilar to a cat's eyes, capable of seeing in remarkably little light. Their arms and their legs are about ten centimeters longer in proportion to their height compared to a humans arm and leg length, giving them a slightly more gangly appearance in general. Their fingers are about a quarter longer than a human's and far stronger, allowing them to climb trees easier as well as being able to peel meat from the bone better. They typically have eighty percent less body hair than humans do but their hair grows out to at least three feet long if not longer and is typically fifty percent thicker.

[Economy]

The Laseians run off a hunter/gatherer society in a jungle that while dangerous is one of the largest sources of natural wealth in Pandeum. While having plentiful resources they do not consume a lot of it since their population is relatively small. Their trade is relatively small since they do not require much which gives them little reason to part with their wealth of gold, jewels, exotic plants, exotic animal parts and other such materials. They do trade for mind affecting reagents and substances but the largest source of demand for them is psytanium. Being a rare metal that has formed the backbone of their technological grandeur any source of psytanium will fetch a high price.

Getting them to part with psytanium or psytanium products however is extremely difficult. Almost no Laseian will part with psytanium at any price given it's value to them and the only legal sale of psytanium in Lasei is permitted only to other psychics. Given how almost all Laseian's keep in telepathic contact practically all the time it is nearly impossible to convince a Laseian to willingly part with psytanium to outsiders. Theft of psytanium from Lasei is dealt with by the Hidden Eye who's responsibility it is to hunt down and kill transgressors of their law while returning stolen psytanium to Lasei.

[Politics]

Laseian hierarchy is based on the strength of their psychic gift. They follow powerful figureheads simply known as the "Priest-Kings" who lead their respective cities as kings as well as the highest of priests of their order. After them the priests of LiesseiL basically basically serve both as religious counselors, governmental administrators and even teachers. A majority of a Laseian's position within this hierarchy is based upon his or her psychic strength, their talents for specific psionic fields often guiding the decision as to which role under which administration they are assigned.

Regarding the overall Laseian's feelings towards outsiders and thoughts on immigration in general they are surprisingly not judgmental of race despite their exclusionary policies towards all other peoples. Their bias is strictly tied to the presence of psychic potential within a person's mind. Much of their society and culture is founded around their natural affinity for the psionic spectrum, so much so that their native language is entirely telepathic. Given how most outsiders are fairly out of touch with their predator heritage without the psychic gift the division between Laseians and other Pandeum-dwellers becomes as vast as night and day.

Those who stray into the jungle without invitation are first plagued with omens, nightmares and hallucinations designed to deter outsiders from coming into their territory. Those foolish enough to persist are deemed prey and set upon by the Laseian's in enumerable ways. Even the weakest Laseian is a fierce hunter proficient in stalking from the shadows, biding their time in wait for the perfect moment to pounce.


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The Enchanted Forest
Morning


The Enchanted Forest was a picture of tranquility. The sun gently washed over the field surrounding the Great Oak and fantastical birds fluttered overhead whistling charming songs. Kneeling in the tall grass below them were dozens of fairies, listening to the words of Lydio the Wise, the most respected shaman in the forest. Among this congregation were the two queens of the Fairy Courts and all their closest advisors. Although the monarchs sat next to each other as a sign of unity, nearly every fairy watching them could feel the distance between the matriarchs. Lydio, however, seemed unbothered.

The great horned fairy sat with his legs crossed and a wooden bowl of cream with one hand, while he gestured with the other. “The Faces of the Oakborn are many and none of them are like the other. Some are kind, some are cruel, some are civilized, and some are savage. However, at the end of the day, they are all the same god.” He paused, taking a swig of cream and gulping loudly, causing the Unseelie Queen’s features to harden with impatience.

“They are much like us,” He continued. “Although we come in many shapes and sizes, we all fit together to make a whole. Seelie or Unseelie, it matters not.”

Freya could hear her sister, Sprigga, as she struggled to stifle her laughter in the row behind. The Seelie Queen looked at the grass below her, embarrassed, and sighed as quietly as she could.

Lydio shook his head, his antlers nearly knocking a bird from the air. “You may laugh, but we are all the children of the Oakborn. Our ancestors rose from the same pool and we all come to the same tree to pray. In uncertain times, we must remember that far more unites us than divides us.” He lifted his bowl in the air and smiled at the queens before him. “Do you agree, Your Majesties?”

Freya looked up and smiled as genuinely as she could. She looked over to see unconcealed distaste in Leannan’s dark eyes. “Of course.” The corners of Unseelie Queen’s mouth twisted as she spoke, pulling her lips into an unnatural grin. Freya nodded in agreement, taking her rival’s cold, smooth hand into her own. “Yes.” she said. “Far more unites us.”

Grandmother watched from the window of her cottage, a look of worry on her face. The roots of the Great Oak were restless, constantly whispering to all the Faces of the Oakborn and they knew for certain that war was coming to the Enchanted Forest. However, they spoke of far greater dangers that threatened not only the Fae Folk, but all creation in Pandeum. Grandmother would have to let others keep an eye on this matter.

She turned to a simple wooden table in the middle of a bare room, four fantastic beings seated around it, waiting for her to speak. They were the Kings of the Wild, the proudest and most powerful of the Oakborn Faces. They were forces of nature and rulers of a plentiful realm, but at this moment they looked terribly frightened.

“I’m not sure what it means.” Grandmother’s voice was raspy and tired as she took a chair and slowly sat in it, her body groaning like the Great Oak’s limbs on a windy day. “All we can do is tell the Gods what we know and allow them to prepare.”

The Raven shook her head. “But we don’t even know what’s coming. How will any of us prepare?”

Grandmother patted the Raven’s hand from across the table. “Relax, dear. We will figure this all out.”

The Snow King nervously scratched the shape of a snowflake into the table with claw like nails as he looked over to Grandmother. “But what if our plan doesn’t work?”

Grandmother shrugged. “Then it all ends.” She slowly stood up again and looked out the window to watch as the fairies disbanded and went back to their respective courts. “Well, children, I believe it’s time to go. The Gods hate to be left waiting.”

She clapped three times and by the last echo of the last clap, they were in the great hall of the Other Place, seated at a large round table filled with the gods of Pandeum.

Grandmother stood to address the pantheon, a warm smile on her face. “Greetings brothers and sisters.” She did not yell, yet her voice echoed across the hall so every deity could hear her. “I have called you because the Faces of the Oakborn believe the threat that shattered our mind so long ago is on the horizon.” She paused to look at the Kings. They wore strong faces now, unwilling to let the “true gods” see them cower or worry. They were such prideful creatures. “We have little information about the threat, other than the fact that it is real and it is imminent.”

“We believe that there may be someone with answers.” The Green Woman spoke, sending butterflies fluttering around her. “The true Oakborn may know enough to help us and the mortals defeat whatever great terror will be unleashed on the world.”

Grandmother nodded. “We will attempt to repair what damage has been done to our mind and hopefully it will be enough to awaken the Oakborn. For now, go home and do as you will. Indulge in your petty wars and torrid affairs, but keep in mind that we all may only have a limited time left in these worlds."

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“Greetings brothers and sisters. I have called you because the Faces of the Oakborn believe the threat that shattered our mind so long ago is on the horizon. We have little information about the threat, other than the fact that it is real and it is imminent.”

“We believe that there may be someone with answers. The true Oakborn may know enough to help us and the mortals defeat whatever great terror will be unleashed on the world."

"We will attempt to repair what damage has been done to our mind and hopefully it will be enough to awaken the Oakborn. For now, go home and do as you will. Indulge in your petty wars and torrid affairs, but keep in mind that we all may only have a limited time left in these worlds."


A man sat at one of the chairs of the round table. He wore a strange mask upon his face. One half of the mask was golden and made to represent the visage of the sun. The other half of the mask was silvery and modeled after the face of the man in the moon. Upon his body he wore a massive black hooded cloak which enshrouded all but his mask. The trim of the cloak were colors of orange and deep red tinged at the base with a hint of sky blue, the colors of both sunset and sunrise.

Deep within the eye sockets of the mask blazed two burning eyes of phantasmal purple flame, an expression of psionic energy deep within the darkness of it's almost endless emptiness. Underneath the hood a faint shadow of what could be considered a head laid within but such could only be discerned through glimpses as the cloak seemed to move to obscure any glimpse of the form which existed within.


"That of many faces, the Oakborn, may be of many bodies but all share the same dream. Different sides to the dreaming yet all the same dream, no?"

The voice was not natural nor was the sound by which he was heard. His voice seemed distant yet all too close as though it were in each deity's own head. Naturally this was because the speaker was not speaking through vibrations of the air but directly into the minds of all attendees. This created the illusion of speech whilst betraying the very notion of speaking. It was much like the man himself, present yet not actually there.

"I haven't brought those who walk with me but we exist in a similar symbiosis. As it has come to be understood I, Mask of Many Masks, serve to speak for the minds of the Dream Walkers. In turn we act in The Watcher of The Lines's place as it desired. As of those who walk the dream we humbly respect each deity's authority but our kind have always shown fondness towards the Oakborn and towards nature in general for they are united even despite his state of fracture."


The Mask of Many Masks's eyes scanned across the faces of each deity as if to evaluate their expressions before finally setting his blazing gaze on The Great Grandmother herself.

"It is brought to attention that at one stage of history several faces of yours were destroyed. Should the Oakborn come back together would it have an answer that none of the other living faces hold? Would it possess an answer that might of been lost with the departure of the fallen faces?"

The blazing purple fires within his mask closed, vanishing from sight. The Mask of Many Masks seemed to meditate for a moment. He was consulting the other Dream Walkers briefly before opening his eyes, meeting the eyes of the Grandmother once more.


"We do heed your warning in our considerations. We ask questions only out of respect for your warnings. We would assist to see the mending of your mind accelerated if only to grant more time to prepare regardless of whether the Oakborn has the answers to this foreseen threat or not. Our only caveat is that the role we play in your future does not contravene our role as minders of the dreaming. The permission to lend our expertise to your cause of course lays with your general approval. Our desire is not to combat all faces should they all refuse our aid. We do understand if your opinions are... divided as to your choices."

With that said the Mask of Many Masks lifted it's unseeable hands from it's lap and placed them together, palm to palm, while the sleeves mingled in effort to ever conceal what lay beneath.

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The Sunbearer

Kassius steepled his fingers, attempting to be serous or at the very least look serious. To tell the truth, the Oakborn intimidated him. He could distantly remember a time when the Oakborn was not the way they were. There was a time when he a strong and wise deity. He used to come to him for advice when he was young. Then he saw something in the future and he became like this. Now, he felt like the Oakborn knew something he could never comprehend and it made him want to run or blow up something with the power of a thousand sons. He sighed as he couldn't take anymore contemplation. At LiesseiL's words, he nodded.

"We'd definitely want to see you whole again. That's for sure. Except for Pichard," he noted pointedly he could not stand the mad god.

As he spoke, he could not help but glance over at Ai with a small smile, dire warnings already forgotten. He was not one for depression and she was always a pleasing sight to see. He smiled winningly at Grandmother, once again in high spirits.

"Well, hopefully there'll be more torrid affairs and less petty wars, Grandmother. A life spent in the light of pleasure is a life well-spent. I should have Cyrus make that a part of my canon. The Festival of the Sun approaches after all and my people throw such fine festivities. I do feel like going. It's just not quite the same in my domain. Dead souls are just not as full of fire as the living."

The Senate

"And Senator Sforza's family has foreclosed on yet another acre of land. Dozens of families left homeless or forced to become his tenants..." a heavy-set robed man stated, attracting scattered applause and boos from the assembly before him. An older man answered his accusation, his face red in indignation.

"Perhaps Senator Nikoulas will feed them. Gods know, he eats enough to feed a village even before his wife left him for a base-born gladiator," he snarked, causing the room to erupt in laughter and shouts as indignation. Nikoulas had already crossed the room to grab the older man even as Crassus Orsini, Consul of Solaras, raised his hands to signal guards armed with clubs to intervened lest the Senate erupt into chaos. Again.

"We will have order!" the old man shouted angrily, "The Sforzas cannot be censured as they broke no law."

"The tax system is unsustainable regardless. It makes little sense for Libertii and Khorikos to be so burdened while Sforzas ilk takes advantage of rewards for service done centuries ago," Senator Nikoulas announced, once again receiving a mix of applause and boos, "Lord Cyrus agrees, surely? With true reform, we can pay for the heavy cavalry our legions sorely need."

From his place in the corner, Cyrus mutely nodded. He had forged the legions of the Republic into Pandeum's most feared land-based armies. With numbers and strict mechanical precision their infantry was hailed as among the best in the world and their archers, blessed by Kassius, were reputed to never miss, though this was an exaggeration of course. Combined with an engineering corps that adapted readily to new circumstances, the legions had every advantage save one.

Their heavy cavalry, the equites still consisted of Nobilitas and Mercators who could afford to maintain their own equipment and animals. He had compensated for this lack with light cavalry and was experimenting with horse archers, but the army needed more equites. The selfishness and infighting of the politicians always irked him, but today, he had chosen to attend a Senate meeting for once to nip this problem in the bud. However, this was not to be.

"That is a noble goal. However, the Festival of the Sun approaches. Today, we must prepare. The people expect the festivities to be appropriately grand and the expected grain to be available..."

And with that, along with petty squabbling and rivalries, true reform was put on the backburner for all Solarans loved the festivities. Cyrus would need to find another way to fund the expansion of the equites and as he left he frowned.

Damn them all to the Underworld. I will find a way.

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Throne Room of the Other Place

((Collab between Seveneleven and TheCrimsonLady))

Anansi sat weaving white webs into angular spirals, idly watching as her twin brother grew more and more impatient. Her pale green eyes flicking over to her twin every so after and he shifted and fidgeted. The polar opposite of her twin, she sat straight, almost curiously, while weaving her webs, her smallest fingers poking and pulling thread to and fro, while also listening to the Green Woman as she spoke.
“Greetings brothers and sisters. I have called you because the Faces of the Oakborn believe the threat that shattered our mind so long ago is on the horizon. We have little information about the threat, other than the fact that it is real and it is imminent.”

“We believe that there may be someone with answers. The true Oakborn may know enough to help us and the mortals defeat whatever great terror will be unleashed on the world."

"We will attempt to repair what damage has been done to our mind and hopefully it will be enough to awaken the Oakborn. For now, go home and do as you will. Indulge in your petty wars and torrid affairs, but keep in mind that we all may only have a limited time left in these worlds."


The darker twin rocked her foot, that was crossed over her copper skin legs, draped with black silk, embellished with a gold band that sat lovingly on her curvy hips, abdomen bare, a golden brazier keeping her modest, that ringed every so often with beads as she moved. Hanging from her arms, was cuffed with a black silk as well and atop her head, sat a regal crown, angular and rounded at all the same much like the webs she weaves, marking her as the Spider Goddess she was.


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"Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boooooooorrrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg! Board, board, boredom, such a bore....dull, listless, lifeless, uninteresting, mundane, humdrum, tedious, monotonous, unexciting, wearisome, tiresome, enervating, uninvolving, unvarying, flat, dreary, unimaginative, uneventful, uninspiring, insipid, absolutely pedestrian, Gods! Yes I invoked myself in vain."

"Well, it's official. I've become bored of even saying the word. Trust me I even tried saying it in many different ways and yet it does not alleviate this absolutely numbing feeling in my head." Palchard spoke aloud so all could hear. Palchard, the God of Mischief, dressed as a demented jester, his garb was adorned with various stripes and diamonds following a distinct asymmetrical pattern. Even his colors follow a certain scheme of red and black alternating between each shape and line. The Mad God sat lazily in his chair inside the Hall with his boots on the table and his body completely slouched. Every bit as disrespectful as one could imagine, his disinterest and continued efforts to entertain himself could be grating to some. At least it seemed to bother Kassius, which he felt a nice ping of satisfaction over that fact.

Sitting next to him was his dear, sweet sister as he lazily turned his head to look at her. He merely grinned that toothy grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. "Hello my sweet...are we also having a most miserable time?" He cooed. "You know, I've been thinking Sis? Why are we stuck inside an old, rotting tree that's inside another, even older, rotting tree or what ever the Hell this place is? I've never understood the Oakborn, the hunk of wood has more voices in it's head than I do." He laughed aloud suddenly. He then stared around at any of the Gods who could be eyeing him with confusion. "Sorry, inside joke, HA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!" He then continued to chuckle to himself.


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It was an odd thing, listening to this, the Oakborn having been seemly attacked by some unknown force. This intrigued her but she didn't show it.
"We'd definitely want to see you whole again. That's for sure. Except for Palchard," The Laughter god teased and Anansi clicked her teeth. She didn't care whether the Oakborn was whole again, she was curious as to how it got that way in the first place.
"Well, it's official. I've become bored of even saying the word. Trust me I even tried saying it in many different ways and yet it does not alleviate this absolutely numbing feeling in my head." Her paler twin said and Anansi merely arched a brow, not looking up from her work. "Then stop saying it." came her simple reply. She turned to her brother, brushing her midnight hair over her shoulder, after setting down her weaving, into her lap, she sighed as he turned to her, grinning his toothy sneer.
"Hello my sweet...are we also having a most miserable time?" He said, and she merely cocked her head.

"Of your doing, Brother..." The Spider Goddess murmured. "You know, I've been thinking Sis?"

"That is never good." She grumbled as he went on. "Why are we stuck inside an old, rotting tree that's inside another, even older, rotting tree or what ever the Hell this place is? I've never understood the Oakborn, the hunk of wood has more voices in its head than I do." He said and she merely pursed her lips. Palchard laughed suddenly calling her from her thoughts. "Sorry, inside joke, HA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!" He guffawed and Anansi, de

"Hush now, brother," She said, he was just about the only one who could draw chuckle from her. "One of ours has been injured, are you not -at the very least- entertained by this, A God, hurt? Do you not find intrigue in this?" She said and leaned into him. her full lips curling into a dark smile, as the Mistress of Lies gaze upon her twin. "What can harm a god but another god, which begs another question..." hissed the Storyteller, leaving him hanging on the answer a moment before she whispered, into his ear. "Who among is not what he seems?" She leaned back, letting that simmer, hoping that her twin would be interesting in who might be the deceiver. That was his area of expertise.


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Palchard shifted his eyes over to Anansi as he smirked. "Oh, you are ever so cheeky aren't you?" He chuckled. He then found himself gazing at the other Gods who seem to be giving their support to the Oakborn's full recovery...well, at least from the ones that could attend. He looked over to the representative of LiesseiL, this began to irk the Mad God. "Hm, why do I have to attend this...rousing reunion, when the masked wonder doesn't!? What makes him so special? And this whole one mind many body excuse is just that...an excuse." He thought bitterly to himself. Finding the echoing of the proxy's voice in his head adding further agitation.

"Then of course Kassius must open his big, fat mouth, cocky little fly he'll get his someday." Still, Palchard just merely grinned at the Sunbearer showing no ill will towards him. "Why yes, of course, an improvement I say! I mean really, it's quite the fulfilling sensation to listen to a being that can carry on an argument with themself!" Palchard spoke whilst having chuckle. It was then his attention went back to Anansi who had some interesting words to speak.

"Hush now, brother," She said, he was just about the only one who could draw chuckle from her. "One of ours has been injured, are you not -at the very least- entertained by this, A God, hurt? Do you not find intrigue in this?"

"Mild intrigue I suppose." He said nonchalantly. "And of course another God's pain is another God's treasure." He chuckled. "What can harm a god but another god, which begs another question..." hissed the Storyteller, leaving him hanging on the answer a moment before she whispered, into his ear. "Who among is not what he seems?" It was then Palchard leaned in closer to his sister as he looked over to her.

"An interesting proposition my dear. Of course my first guess would be myself, but, then again I don't recall shattering any psyches that weren't a mortal's." He mused as he looked around the room. "I was pondering this earlier but it is rather peculiar LiessieL himself would not come to this...party, despite how much fun we are all having. But, no, he sends one of his little faceless minions to come in his stead and expects us all to be satisfied with that. Such poor taste that is." He speculated. He then looked over at Kassius, the drunk of a God, he didn't see much potential out of him to do this sort of thing. He then looked over Laylandra, while he didn't expect her to have done the action, it does raise the question however as to where Kairos is?

"Yet another God who decided he was too good to come, look over next to Laylandra." Palchard spoke pointing at Kairos's empty seat. "This one didn't even have the courtesy to insult us with a substitute, instead he doesn't have a presence here altogether! Of course I guess he expects his Twin to do all the work... a shame siblings don't get along famously like ourselves?" He trailed off almost sing-songly. "Still mighty suspicious and the Storm God is rather...capricious." He added. He looked over to Houdan who seemed rather intensely invested in what the Oakborn is saying. Houdan does have the strength and the mind for such an act he supposes. Yet it seems farfetched.

He then looked over to Krieg. Yes, the only other God he believes that would have the audacity to do such a thing. He does have the motive of being quite bitter over his lessened state of being. Perhaps he was so angry he decided to split the Nature Deity's consciousness into many little ones? "Well we have the God of War here, he certainly has his reasons for doing such a thing...I mean just look at him!" He said pointing at Krieg. "Then there's you. What have you been up to little Sis?" He snickered at her.


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Anansi gave her brother a fang-toothed smirk. "I am the Narrator, Brother, not a Character." She told him simply. She'd honestly hoped this would keep his mind occupied not his mouth, but at least he was no longer complaining, though she knew that wouldn't last. "You've mentioned near everyone, everyone but the love goddess, but she'd sooner bed the Oakborn than harm it." She said, her eyes moving to the goddess who was idly playing with her Avatar's hair, looking nearly as bored as her mad brother. "Are you going to investigate this matter?" She asked him. "Since it was on your mind." She added as one of her ilk crawled from her dark locks and up and over her shoulder. She looked over, smiled softly, before scooping the eight-legged creature into her palm and set it upon the table. "I could aid you in this, it would be a good story to tell."

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Palchard laughed aloud at Anansi's retort, "Fair enough...though I wouldn't put it past you. Quite the fable it would be, the Spider frightens the Tree so much it split it's bark many-fold!" He snickered. He arched an eyebrow once Anansi decided to mention the Goddess of Love, including her among a list of suspects in this scheme. "Oh please, I figured she wasn't even worth an honorable mention." Palchard groaned as he waved off the notion with his hand.

Palchard then rested his elbows on the table instead of his boots as he laid his chin down upon his open palm. Already he was losing interest once more in these matters. Though he would applaud whoever confesses to the crime and declare them his new best friend but since he was not the one to do it, he found it hard to even care.

"Are you going to investigate this matter?" She asked him. "Since it was on your mind." She added as one of her ilk crawled from her dark locks and up and over her shoulder. She looked over, smiled softly, before scooping the eight-legged creature into her palm and set it upon the table. "I could aid you in this, it would be a good story to tell."

Palchard lifted his head at this proposal as he looked over to Anansi and grinned. "Hehe, sticking our noses where they don't belong?" He then laughed, "What good are our noses if we cannot do that very thing?" He chuckled. "Fine...an inquisition is far more entertaining than a council meeting anyway." He said with a smile as he stood up. He then clapped his hands together drawing the attention of the other Gods to himself. "Well thank you for my daily dosage of doom and gloom! I'll be sure to watch for any suspicious characters while I'm away!" He addressed the Oakborn in a very sing-songly manner. "But for now, I shall take you up upon your offer and indulge in my assortment of torrid affairs and petty wars! Besides, I fear the world has grown rather dull in my absence!" He continued to hum as he turned on his heels in a very comical fashion. "Shall we take our leave, dear Sis? After all, you have people to scare and I have people to deceive." He then laughed a rather sinister laugh as made his way towards the exit.


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Anansi watched her brother raise and make a grand show of his exit, and she merely chuckled in response. "Very true." She said, and rose, in a more graceful manner then her twin, scooped up her spider before sauntering behind her brother without a mention or acknowledgement to the others. There was really no need for it and Anansi was never one to waste a word.

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Krieg was not pleased one bit by the news that the Oakborn had summoned him for. It was vague and incoherent. In the time that they had been waiting he could have razed a city or watch a battle between his worshipers and heathen barbarians within the high mountains of Orgot. Yet here he was listening to the ramblings of what was left of the old fool he would have broken himself.

He glanced at Houdan for a moment. His servants had recently entered Shadolbha in his hopes to steal a secret so grand it had been rumored to grant any wish. The wish, of course, would be to restore Krieg to his former glory, flesh and all. Yet it had been some time since his servants had contacted him, which made him concerned that they many have been caught. In that case, although the god of strength would be wary, there would still be hope. His compassion could easily outway his wisdom, given a certain scenario.

"Why are even here?" He asked aloud to the others in the chamber. "[b]This crone speaks of what is impossible. Some of us are tied to the very laws of nature in this world. Violence, light, cruelty, and darkness. Do any of you think a foe could use those elements to kill the very entities that represent them? The world order had been well established centuries ago. Why would it possibly change now?[b]" Frankly Krieg was tired of meeting for trivial matters such as this.

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Goddess of Love, Lust and Sexuality
Theme: Fairy Glade
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Interacting with: Avatar Ashika, Kassuis, Krieg




Sitting with her young Avatar, playing in her long brown locks, The Love Goddess listened to her brothers and sisters speak. Ai barely registered what they were saying, none of it concerned her but she figured she'd at least be polite. The Oakborn had been hurt and the old woman thought to warn the others, it was kind thing to do, though Ai's attention was torn between her Avatar and Kassius who always seemed to have a smile for her in which she would happily return.
"My Goddess, do you think we should worry?" Ashika asked not moving her head but looking up with her eyes at the Goddess.
"Not even a little bit." Ai said softly to the girl, while Krieg blew a fit. Ai sighed. The Lie Twins had already gone off on their own, though the Spider Goddess lingered a bit, in the shadows, clearly not trying to hid but not wishing to be visible either and only a handful of them wanted to be there int he first place, some of the gods hadn't even been arsed to show. It was impossibly rude, now Krieg had something to say.

"This crone speaks of what is impossible. Some of us are tied to the very laws of nature in this world. Violence, light, cruelty, and darkness. Do any of you think a foe could use those elements to kill the very entities that represent them? The world order had been well established centuries ago. Why would it possibly change now?"


"Oh Come now, brother, there's no need for such harshness." She told him, flirting with her eyes, though her interest in the conquest was low on the list. The conquest at the top of that list had been smiling at her since the start of this thing and she had to admit that she wanted it to be over so that she might conquer.

She toss a flirty grin in the Laughter God's direction before looking toward Krieg. "The Oakborn has been hurt, perhaps he just wants comfort, and to warn the rest of us?" She offered with a shrug as she braided Ashika's hair. "T'was a kind gesture, in my opinion." She said and prepared for one if not all of them to tell her no one asked nor care for her opinion, they rarely did, but she was used to it.

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Throne Room of the Other Place

Houdan sat in the Hall lost in pensive thought. He took note of how the other Gods felt and he wasn't surprised the reactions would be mixed as they are. He was intensely invested in the warnings of the Oakborn and despite the Deity's current state Houdan trusts in the wisdom the Grandmother is trying to impart. He felt a certain kinship with that particularly Face of the Oakborn, perhaps because they seem similar in many ways. In fact some of the Young Gods have affectionately called him the Grandfather, which the God of Strength found amusing. While Houdan wished to keep this meeting civil some of the more rebellious youth intend to raise some dissent.

He looked towards Palchard and found his blatant disregard for anything the Oakborn says as utterly rude. Still there is a reason he is called the Mad God and madness is not very privy to wisdom were it may concern. Still he took off in a relatively quick fashion, as he did not care to stick around further and ask questions or even offer some aid. He also found his side conversation with Anansi whilst the Oakborn spoke to be also in poor taste. Then harsh words came from the God of War, Krieg. Houdan looked towards the wispy form of the War God. Before coming here he had been made aware by his servants in Shadolbha that some poor fools have attempted to invade the Realm of Harmony. Their aim was apparently the Zen Monastery and the secrets it contained behind it's walls.

Worst of all it was said to have been servants of Krieg himself. Houdan looked at the God of War with an angered stare, he felt it rather audacious for Krieg to attempt such a thing and then present himself before his very eyes as if nothing had happen. He wasn't entirely sure if Krieg was daring to challenge him out in the open. Houdan wouldn't think it wise, yes, before the war he would have been concerned, a fight between the God of War and the God of Strength would be a particularly devastating one. Yet in Krieg's current shape of being he did not expect he would out right challenge him in physical combat. If he did Houdan was certain he could over come him if need be.

This matter is an issue for another time, however, for now Houdan would not act upon Krieg's transgressions, not until this business is settled. Still, that does not mean Houdan would let this slide, he shall keep on eye on him for further actions he may take against him. The God of Wisdom then looked over to the Oakborn and voiced his own concerns, "Grandmother, if I may? I too shall lend whatever aid that is required of me. Whether it be my wisdom or my strength you, for any reason, may call upon me when needed." He said. "Furthermore, what has happened does not mean the same will always happen. Nature does change...sometimes in the most unexpected of ways. I advise none of us let our guards down...if the threat is eminent then what crime that was done to the Oakborn could easily be done on to us." Houdan spoke, his voice resolute, strong, yet caring at the same time.

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Earthrend, Capital of Zoadia, Throne Room of the Goblin King

On the world of Pandeum sat a barren land ravaged by the throes of industry and mayhem, sat the Goblin Kingdom of Zoadia. In the heart of Goblin Country was the capital of Earthrend, like the name suggests, the very land was torn asunder and like a great pustulent boil it has burrowed and embedded itself deeply. Smoke rises from the various foundries and factories creating a black cloud of pollution that hangs over the city threatening to blotch out the sky. The echoes of miserable shouts and screams could be heard deep beneath the city within miles and miles of underground mines. There the laborious slave force was in full effect as chained Humans and other denizens of Pandeum are forced to toil away for unspeakable hours.

Cruel Hobgoblin and Goblin slave drivers force them to work until they are no longer of use. While the Goblins do enjoy overworking their slaves to the point of death, it seemed their work day had alas finished. "Awlright, git on yeh mewlin' buggers! Yeh lucky ya survived the day! Git home to yer stinkin' shacks yeh bunch of pissants!" Shouted the Goblin Foreman. Soon the drivers were whipping and kicking the weakened workers shoving them out by the tens of hundreds. High above them however, sat the royal keep of the Goblin King, the vile and despotic Gulbrand, Avatar of the God of Cruelty himself! Deep within it's gilded halls sat the tyrannical ruler upon his throne. In his presence was the Chief of the Slave Trade, a Goblin named Greken. "Good evenin' yer Majesty. It is a honor to be within yer presence oh great and terrible King of Goblins!" Greken proclaimed.

"I trust the latest shipment of slaves was to yer likin'?" Greken asked. Gulbrand sat on his throne paying more attention to his pet Barghest, Meathook than the Goblin Slaver in front of him. Meathook growled at Greken as the little Goblin tensed up as the lupine fiend bared it's deadly fangs. "Yes, yes they were quite alright, a most lucrative selection this time." The Goblin King spoke, sounding as refined as any Monarch should be. "Aye! I see m'King has quite the eye for wares? Yes theys are quite the strong lot, all of 'em! We got them not too far off from the Wolflunds! Of course m'sire, we didn't enter their lunds, just pick'em off the outskirts ye see?" Greken explained.

"The Empire of the Wolf? None of them were Lycans I take it? I would hate to see my subjects killed in the middle of the night by maulings all on the count of one stupid Slaver." Gulbrand calmly spoke. Meathook was practically salivating at the thought of attacking the Goblin and eating his flesh. "Why, no...eh, of course not yer Grace! These be some outcasts that did not accept the Bite! Bunch of ingrates, they are! Deserved to be captured and placed into labour, they is!" Greken reassured. "Well, then pray for your sake they are just that...ingrates. Lest you be mauled several times over for every Goblin found dead in the streets at the hands of your slaves." Gulbrand threatened ever so slightly. Meathook snarled. "Yes...uh, right you would be, sire. I...shall take me leave then, I will." Greken finished obviously shaken. He then quickly left the Throne Room with his fellow Slavers seeking to leave the Capital as soon as possible.

"Greetings, sire." Spoke Kob, Gulbrand's personal Adviser. "Oh, Kob, what news have you?" Gulbrand his demeanor noticeably more friendly than earlier. "Well sire, talks with the Unseelie continues." Kob responds. "Oh? And what do the Fae want this time?" Gulbrand asks. "Well they seek an ally for some war of their's and they have chosen us to be that ally." Kob answers. "Really? And why should I help the Unseelie? Or any Paleskin for that matter?" Gulbrand questions. "I'm not sure, sire. We have no love for the Paleskins either and I dare say they could care less for our own. Still the Unseelie Queen herself has asked for an audience with you mi King." Gulbrand mulled Kob's words over in his head and after awhile he responded. "So, one of the Paleskin Queens wishes to have an audience with me? Very well, I'll see what the Fae Filth want with me...go and respond to their request, that the Goblin King shall receive her! I only ask when and where?" Gulbrand commanded. "Of course right away mi King." Kob bowed as he ran off to give the word.

Gulbrand stood up and paced about his Great Hall. "Hmph, Fae Filth. Of all the people I despise, none so more than those wretched Paleskins! They believe themselves fairest of all creations and therefore spit upon all others! I cannot stand their smug sense of self-assurance! They'll soon be begging me to end them once my great war begins." Gulbrand said to himself. Meathook growled as another Barghest entered the room, it was Mangore followed by his owner, Krillock the Red. "Bloody, Paleskins, they don't know how good they got it." The Hobgoblin sneered. "Ah, Krillock, how good it is to see one of my top Warchiefs. Tell me why are you here?" He asked. "I've come asking for more gold. I intend to march on the bloody Pinkskins of Solara...they're about to have their little festivals soon. Now's a good a time as any to harass them." Krillock laughed with savage glee. "Hmph, Pinkskins, yet another nuisance that earns my ire...still, I am not one to forward gold without any results to support this transaction." Gulbrand responded. "Well, I have sent envoys to speak with the Orcs! I have a feelin' they'll agree to side with me." Krillock answered. "Perhaps...the Orcs have been good to us in the past...fine, if you have their support I shall agree to lend you more gold." Gulbrand finished.

"Good, mi King...I shall conquer more of their lunds in you're name!" Krillock saluted as he marched out of the throne room. "MANGORE! COME!" He shouted as the two barghests spent the time growling at each other. Mangore quickly followed after it's master leaving Gulbrand alone to ponder the future of the Goblins in Pandeum.

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Character Portrait: The Oakborn Character Portrait: LiesseiL Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Palchard Character Portrait: Kassius Character Portrait: Ai Character Portrait: Anwen the Starsinger Character Portrait: Kairos & Laylandra Character Portrait: Houdan Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess Character Portrait: Krieg
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The Oakborn
The Otherplace


Grandmother’s face hardened. Her eyes became like steel as she listened to several gods mock the threat that they were called to discuss. They acted as if the Oakborn was nothing. As if it had not vigilantly watched the world for danger. As if they had not all come to it at one point or another for counsel or a favor. Her jaw tensed, her eyes narrowed, and the air around her went cold. The Raven, Snow King, and Green Woman took note of this change in mood and sat back in their chairs to avoid the carnage to come. The Stag, however, paid no mind and continued to laugh with Cassius. “Well, my friend, I already have quite a few of those running around! Perhaps your kingdom needs a few Changelings! Perhaps some Oakborn blood could bring some more life to the Solaran cities!”

Grandmother stood up and the Stag immediately silenced himself. “Whoever believes that this does not concern them is a fool.” The rasp in her voice scratched at the air with restrained rage. Her eyes ran over the forms of Krieg and Palchard, two extremely vexing individuals. “Need I remind you that the Oakborn was a god in its prime when it was assualted?” She saw Palchard and his sister, Anansi move towards the exit. With a wave of her hand, the great wooden doors slammed shut. Oh course she knew that closing the siblings in would not prevent them from leaving, but she never wasted a chance to be theatric.

“Has it been so long that you don’t recall?” Her voice boomed throughout the room, echoing off the walls. “We were more powerful than all of you.” Grandmother shook her head and laughed. “And you have the audacity to mock such grave danger? Do you believe you would fare better than us against this threat?” Her eyes shot to the war god, Krieg. “What room do you have to speak, Warmonger? You’re too busy wasting away to stand a chance against whatever waits on the horizon.” She spat her words towards the corpselike body of the dark one. “The rules of this world have never been set in stone. Things are the way they are because we, as the gods, have willed it. But, as the Watchers of the World, we can tell you that there is nothing stopping our dynasy from being toppled by something stronger.”

She looked towards Palchard with cold anger in her eyes. “And I won’t even waste my breath on you. You will simply brush off what I say with a joke and tumble out of here like a common street performer, unfazed and ignorant to the meaning of my words.” The Grandmother sat back down in her chair, as if the passion fueling her speech had exhausted her. She watched the trickster god, still seething with anger. Perhaps the mysterious force would take that troublesome deity off her hands. She sighed and the doors opened once more. “I am tired of your disrespect. Leave this ‘old rotting tree’ before I have to suffer another moment of your company.” She glanced at Anansi, but said nothing to her. The spider goddess had done nothing to offend the Grandmother, but she was wary of the storyteller. Although she was nowhere near as irritating as her brother, she was a dangerous being all the same.

She took a breath as she addressed the table once more. “I thank you all who have offered your support.” She looked to Houdan and smiled, bunching up the crows feet by her eyes. “Thank you, Enlightened One. Your Wisdom and Strength will be greatly appreciated in the coming trials.” The Grandmother smiled at Ai. “Thank you as well, my lovely. I know these matters don’t interest you, but it is kind that you entertain an old woman. You must come over to my cottage for tea some time.”

The Raven rubbed her temples and shook her head. “Well, I suppose that was an unexpected turn in the meeting. Grandmother, you really must work on that temper of yours.” The older face chuckled. “My temper is fine just the way it is.” The Raven shrugged, smirking. She told no one of the whispers in her mind, the voices of the Great Oak’s roots. They pleaded desperately with her as they repeated the same phrase over and over again.

'The Beast is awakening. The God Eater Cometh. The Beast is awakening. The God Eater Cometh. The Beast is Awakening. The God Eater Cometh.'